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The New Age - (Market Commodity book II)	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Round Robins Views: 6401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**Rebellion Part 4**

**An Arc within the New Era, runs concurrent with all the others**

**Written By StSE, Universe G1/Beast**

Torie slid behind a crate as Jane walked by her with the ‘sample’ she’d collected. The girl’s jaw was on the ground in total shock from all she’d seen and heard. Jane was a Neanderthal? But…. But… What the hell?!? Torie slammed her mouth shut, her mind racing…. Racing through every detail on genetics that she’d just learned last semester in her AP biology class…. Thank god she LOVED that class! It had been so cool. Mrs Iverson had been such a nut!

But Torie’s main pride in that particular class was that she’d been the only one to earn a perfect score on her term paper. And after spending hours and hours looking up crap about the research tracing human ancestry through mitochondrial DNA, Torie figured she knew more than most about it. Maybe even more than Ashley! College degrees only meant that you knew a lot about a few things didn’t it? Torie snorted to herself. Frankly, she’d gotten sick of those college girls thinking she didn’t know nothing because she was a high schooler!

She sorted through all she remembered. Matching it with Jane’s statements to Dinobot… Mitochondria were directly passed from mother to offspring. The dad’s never got passed. This is how the researchers had traced all living humans to a chic in Africa wasn’t it? Torie considered this. Jane was right! If it was males passing the Neanderthal genes – then the researchers using the mitochondria would’ve never seen a difference. And if Jane truly was the last one – then she was the last one with different mitochondria!

Her eyes widened as she realized that there was a living, breathing answer to all those theories right in this very hangar! If researchers pulled a sample from Jane – they’d know that Neanderthals didn’t die out. Humans bred them… Well, they were all humans weren’t they? Torie thought. And humans would stick their dicks into anything. And spread their legs for anything as well. She thought with a snicker… After all, how many humans were now fucking clones like there was no tomorrow?

A hand touched her arm, causing the preoccupied teen to almost jump right out of her skin! She glanced next to her. Glowing blue optics meeting hers….

“What’s up?” Jester whispered. He carefully peered around the crates, seeing the rather ghastly looking mech defragging there. Obviously the guy had gotten some from someone recently, his codpiece was still unlatched. Thankfully his cable had retracted. The Sideswipe clone really didn’t care to see that! Dinobot wasn’t exactly a well-liked mech around the Unit. He was even more of an annoying prick than Jag! But just who had done the mech? Jester’s optics went back to Torie… Nawwwwwww surely not…

Torie relaxed now that she knew it was her favorite sneaky clone. He’d probably tracked her up here, planning to help her scope out a place for a late night party. And after everything she’d just learned – she REALLY needed that ‘party’! “Uh, Jane’s got a bo now,” she snickered softly.

His optics couldn’t get much wider. “You’re serious?!? HIM?!? Ewwwwwwww!” he whispered back as he nodded in the direction of Dinobot.

Torie nodded, “And that ain’t the worse of it.”

He nodded for her to continue, leaning so close that her lips touched his helm. He listened as she told him, and then stared at her in disbelief for a moment. He just didn’t seem to know what to say about it all.

“Do you even know what a Neanderthal is?” she whispered.

He shook his head. Honestly, he had no earthly clue. A human was a human – in his book. They were all good….

“It’s a different species than mine. Well, at least that’s what they thought…”

His optics narrowed as he considered this. But he just had no reference to judge this on. Jane looked just like the rest of them! A little ‘course and plain’, like those pictures of country bumbkin women – but they were still normal. “But she looks normal, not like a dog or something.”

Torie giggled, his confused expression was just too funny! “No, not like that. It’s kind’ve like the difference between you and Rumble.”

Oh, ok, he could understand that. Rumble was a Cybertronian with a Cybertronian spark – while he was a clone with a wild spark. From the outside they did look a lot alike. There were only a couple of minor differences. The whole ejaculation thing and stuff…. “Ok, I get that.”

Her dark eyes were filled with a strange excitement as she grabbed his shoulder plates and shook him. “Don’t you get it Jester! The Neanderthals didn’t die out! They joined us! And that means we were cousins – not really different species!” She tried to keep her voice low, but in her excitement – she forgot. All she could picture would be the shock on everyone’s faces when a real-live, bonifide Neanderthal was found!

He thought about it, not really understanding her excitement about it all. So Jane was just like the Cybertronians stuck here on Earth, they were all ‘rare’. So what? Everyone was still stuck in the same pot. As long as Jane could produce babies and help save humans, it didn’t matter if she was different. So with a shrug, he decided to change the subject. “Well, guess we can’t party in here. Let’s go check the other one.” He grabbed her hand to lead her out.

Torie opened her mouth to burn him for changing the subject, then realized that Jester just didn’t know anything about it – and really didn’t seem to care. With a final glance at the defragging Dinobot, she allowed herself to be dragged out of the plane..

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“Now THIS is what I’m talking about!” Jester snickered as he plopped himself down in the captain’s chair. He spun it so that he faced Torie. Spreading his legs, he activated his cable. “What do you think? Right at head level when he gets on his knee armor,” he smirked.

Rolling her eyes, Torie plopped herself down in the co-pilot’s chair. “Fucking perv,” she shot back. Twirling the chair, she eyeballed the jet’s controls. They were so technical, so many buttons and gauges. She wrapped her fingers around the stick, imagining herself as the pilot flying the once-blue skies.

“Just because I like him, doesn’t make me a perv,” the Sideswipe clone chuckled. Hopping up, he danced over to stand behind Torie. Throwing his arms over her, he covered her eyes. “Guess who?” he playfully whispered into her ear.

Torie would’ve rolled her eyes again, had they not been covered by black-skinned clone hands. Instead, she settled for throwing her hands over her head and pegging him in the face plate. She leapt up as he staggered back in surprise, pouncing on him like a cat on a toy. They went crashing to the floor of the jet’s cockpit, laughing even as they tickled each other. Each one desperately trying to get the better of the other….

“Of all clones to have his cable out. Jester – WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING!!!!” Sharon’s voice rang out.

In shocked silence, Jester rolled off of Torie. Glancing down, he realized that in all the fun – he’d forgotten to deflate and retract the thing. He then glanced at Torie, both of them realizing just how bad this whole thing would look to the older woman. They both looked up at Sharon…

“Um, no honest! I was thinking about Flame and we got to joking and stuff!” Jester stammered as he jumped to his pedes. With a hiss, his cable depressurized and retracted.

“Yah, nothing was going on. I was just callin’ him a perv cus he fucks his own brother!” Torie added. She glanced at Jester. “Don’t take it wrong bro – but it is sick.”

He looked down shamefully, his face plate deepening in color. He really hadn’t thought of it like that. But in humans – that was a sicko thing. “But, uh, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker slag each other. Sideswipe told me so!” he shot back.

“I don’t care – you’re still a fucking perv!” She met his blue optics, daring him to argue again.

“Ok, both of you – shut up!” Sharon yelled. She glared at the two of them, her hand drifting down to stroke the feline’s head as he circled her legs. His sharp optics burning into the two, just as a snarl rumbled in his throat.

Jester stepped back, his optics locked with those of the Ravage clone. Somehow this situation seemed too familiar. A memory echo flowed through him. The cat circling the gray leg of a powerful mech. He shook his head, forcing the memory that wasn’t truly his to leave. Tearing his optics from KeKe, he met Sharon’s. “I’m telling you the truth Sharon – I’m not doing anything with Torie.” His slag-eating grin appeared back on his face plate. “Now Flame? That’s another story.” His optics brightened in mischief.

Sharon looked from one to the other, suspicion filling her eyes. Granted, Jester was a prankster – but a liar? No. That just wasn’t him. She relaxed a bit. Perhaps they were being honest? Putting her hands on her hips, she swelled up in preparation to give them both a lecture anyways.

“Geese Sis – have you forgotten all the hell we used to get into?” a deep masculine voice mused.

They all turned and looked. Daniel was leaning against the cockpit’s doorframe, his light colored eyes full of merriment. His amused grin lighting up the room…

“Shut up Daniel, that doesn’t matter!” Sharon growled. KeKe’s snarl resonated in equal tone with hers. Poet darted from the corner he’d gone to and hid behind her, terrified now that a human male was so close.

“Yes it does sis. You remember being her age don’t you?” He walked in. Giving Sharon a wide berth for the sake of her terrified child-clone, he strolled over to Torie and Jester. Casually tossing his arms over their shoulders, he gave Sharon a big wink. Then proceeded to spill the beans… “Sharon here was one of the wildest girls at school. Can we say – the football team gave her a free ride to every game?” he snickered.

“Shut up!” Her face was turning a deeper shade. But she did grab the collar around KeKe’s neck armor before the cat pounced on Daniel. “No, he’s just being an asshole – sit down, he’s not a threat,” she told the cat. KeKe slammed his rump down obediently, but his tail still twitched in tension.

“Really?” Jester asked, his optics wide in disbelief as he stared at Sharon.

Torie, on the other hand, was getting a smart alec’y grin on her face. Her dark eyes telling Sharon that she’d never let the older woman live this one down. “Reeeeaaaaalllly? The WHOLE football team?” she purred to Daniel. She gave the man her best ‘innocent look’ as she prodded him to continue.

Daniel snickered and nodded. “Yep, and when she figured out that a particular tight end liked to bend over. Well, let’s just say she forced me a bit out of the closet. Heck of a party that night!” he quipped.

“You two – shared?” The black teen’s eyes glistened sadistically as she watched the graying woman squirm. She’d never have thought of Sharon as a school slut. The old fart had seemed too tight for that! Ah, the joy of having a kid brother telling all the family secrets.

Sharon couldn’t take it any longer. The cocky look on the girl’s face – or the laughter in Daniel’s eyes as he made her squirm! “Ok, Fuck you Daniel! Yes, I was a whore in school. But you need to learn from my mistakes. You don’t need to make them! Believe me – it’s no fun to become the laughing stock like that!”

“Still trying to dodge the truth sis? Why don’t you admit why you’ve been so hard on her? Why don’t you finally admit to yourself why you took a machine for a mate?” Daniel challenged.

The bastard knew. Why was he forcing her to say it? To reveal what she’d never revealed to anyone BUT him! The rest of the family didn’t know it. He husbands hadn’t even known it. “She doesn’t need to know!”

Taking his arms from Torie and Jester, Daniel walked up to his sister and wrapped his arms around her as she began to cry. “Sis, we may be the last humans alive. We can’t become a true family until we are all honest with each other. The kid will understand. She’s old enough to understand.”

“I… I can’t! You fucking tell her!” Sharon sobbed. Pulling away from him, she stumbled away. Running out of the plane and to her tent, the cat and child-clone tight on her heels….

Daniel sighed sadly. Sitting down with a heavy thud, he put his chin on his hand.

Torie and Jester looked at each other, both in total shock over Sharon’s strange reaction. What was so terrible that Sharon couldn’t bring herself to say it? Torie approached Daniel, her hand gripping his arm. “What happened?” she asked in a soft voice.

He looked up. Running his hand through his own gray-streaked hair, he gave them both a sad smile. “She made a mistake that so many teens make these days. And when she tried to fix it – well, later she found out that it had screwed her up. She never could have kids after that.”

“She got pregnant, didn’t she?” Torie asked. Her mind worked over the details of what he’d said, putting two-and-two together easily. “And the abortion fucked her up inside.”

“Yep, basically. And that boy had promised to marry her. Claimed he loved her. Until she got knocked up – then he was gone. She was only sixteen. After that, well, she stayed on the pill and partied her ass off. She didn’t care. It was only with her second husband that she found out that she’d been made infertile by it all.” Daniel shook his head, his eyes holding a far-away look as he remembered those days so many years ago. They cleared and he met the dark-skinned girl’s eyes again. Grabbing her hand, he rubbed her fingers gently. “With this new world and not knowing if we’re the last – she’s afraid for you. Afraid something will happen like that. It’s not just for the future of us, it’s because, well, you young ladies are the first young people she’s truly felt responsible for. It’s like you’re her kids.”

Jester put his arm over Torie’s slight shoulders. “But Sharon used to call us her ‘boys’,” he said. His optics implored Daniel to tell him that the clones were just as important to Sharon as the human girls were. She had been his first human. He thought of her as his mother in a strange sense.

With a chuckle, he patted the red clone. “You are her sons Jester. But the girls? Well, they can have babies for Sharon to babysit. To change their diapers and stuff. It’s a female thing that we guys just don’t understand.”

So the old woman was afraid that she’d make a stupid mistake? But Storm couldn’t get her pregnant! “But what does this have to do with me fooling around with a clone. They can’t get me pregnant!”

“That’s right. And in a sense that’s the very problem.” Daniel looked her straight in her eyes as he spoke. It was as if he considered her an adult – not some stupid teen like the others did. “If you fall in love with a clone – what will happen if you one day want a baby?”

Torie mulled it over in her mind. She hadn’t really thought deeply on that. She just figured they’d deal with it when they got there. But Storm was the jealous type. How would he handle sharing her with a human man? She knew he would – if it meant saving the human race and all. Daniel did have a point. The problem was, she already thought she was in love with Storm. She looked down, twiddling her thumbs.

“Already stuck on one, hmmmm?” Daniel asked. His tone was nonjudgemental – almost like he was talking to a friend.

Chewing on her lower lip, Torie nodded.

“Be straight with me Torie, have you been with him yet?” He cocked his head, giving her his full attention.

“Nope, not all the way,” Jester quipped. He gave Daniel a big grin, making it quite blatant that he had already done something with Storm.

Daniel shook his head in exacerbation with the jolly clone. The jokester was a true player through-and-through. Turning his attention back to Torie, he ran his fingers along her tight braids. “But you want to – and that’s what’s important isn’t it?”

She nodded, not able to meet his eyes. It felt weird telling an adult man her business. Even if he was a fag! She’d just never had an adult really talk with her like she was an equal.

With a pat on her shoulder, Daniel stood up. “Well, just remember that you need to think ahead. Talk with Storm before you to get in too deep. Look at all the future possibilities. You’re a smart young lady Torie. Probably more worldly than all of the other young women… And Storm’s one of the brightest clones. He’s a planner, a thinker. Let him plan for a family in the future. It’ll go better than giving him a nasty surprise.” He gave her a quick hug and kissed the top of her head.

She looked up as he moved towards the door way. “Daniel? So it doesn’t bother you if I?”

He stopped and turned, giving her one of his wry grins. “Hell, I doubt you’re a virgin – so you might as well enjoy like the rest of us.”

His frank statement caught her slightly off guard. Her shade deepened a bit more. Daniel was right – she wasn’t a virgin. Maybe what everyone said about gay guys was right? That they made the best of friends? In this world, Torie needed all the friends she could get. “Yah, um, ok. And, uh, I guess a lot of babes were crying when you came out?”

At first he didn’t catch her try at a joke. With a chuckle he slapped the doorframe with the flat of his hand. “Yep, and Sharon was ready to kick my ass – since I wasn’t going to give her nieces and nephews to faun over!”

Jester looked from Daniel to Torie and back again, his quick meta sorting through an idea. If they were the last humans – why not? “Why can’t you? I mean, surely the medic clones could figure out some way that Storm could inseminate or something,” he offered. He gave both of them his biggest smile, sure that this was a good solution for everyone.

They both looked at him – totally shocked. “Uh, we’ll talk about it in a few years,” Daniel stammered and beat feet out of the jet before things could go any farther.

“Mnnggsstt!” Jester coughed as he backed away from Torie. She’d just punched him hard in his abdominal armor, and he couldn’t understand why.

“Jester, that was a fucking stupid idea!” She stormed by him.

“But he’s good looking, strong and smart – isn’t that what chics want in a guy?” He followed along behind her, rubbing the stinging spot on his armor.

She spun around so fast that he accidentally bumped into her. “Nigga!” she snarled as her ass hit the ground.

He was reaching down to help her up, when he was pushed violently back. Smacking hard against the fuselage, he yelped as his own tail pipes hit the ground. Balling his fists, he was about to spring in response when he looked up…

And met some very pissed off red optics…

Storm snarled at the mentor clone as he easily hefted the cussing teen into his arms. He didn’t know what had been going on in here. Whatever it was had ticked Torie off. And if she was ticked off – so was he.

“We leave you two alone for a few hours – and just look what happens!” Flame exclaimed. He rushed over to Jester and offered his hand. For some reason he felt happy that Torie and Jester were arguing – not slaggin’ each other silly

“Well it’s true Torie – and you know it!” Jester harrumphed as he accepted Flame’s help.

“I don’t care. He’s a lily-skinned whitee! And old too!” She hugged Storm, glad that he and Flame were back from scavenging.

Storm narrowed his optics, highly curious as to what the two were arguing about. “What is this ‘truth’?” he asked.

“Nothing! Don’t listen to Jester’s fucked up ideas,” she snorted. Wiggling, she insinuated that she wanted to be set down.

Jester rose up to his full height. Crossing his arms over his hood he gave the teen a smirk before he shifted his optics and gave Storm his biggest smile. “The adult humans think she’s old enough now, but they want her to think about future reproduction possibilities. I think Daniel would make a good sperm donor – don’t you Storm?” he purred in an almost seductive tone.

Torie lunged towards Jester, fully intending to do whatever she could to wipe that cocky smirk from his face plate. She was stopped by a hand grasping the back of her shirt – and a golden clone stepping in between them. “Mother fuckers!” she snarled as she decided to pummel the clone’s twin instead. Arms wrapped around her from behind, pinning her arms and rendering her helpless.

“Calm down Torie, the adults do have a point. Clones need humans to become sparked, and humans need to mate in order to procreate,” Storm stated. His optics were thoughtful as he held the enraged girl tight against his armor. Ignoring her curses, he met Jester’s optics. “Is there a way to transfer the necessary components without actual mating?” He hoped so; he really didn’t enjoy the prospect of sharing Torie with a human male. It was bad enough possibly sharing her with these two clones. They were clones – he was an equal. He couldn’t compete on equal grounds with a human male.

Jester shrugged, his grin widening as he watched Torie throw a true hissy-fit. She was kind of cute when she was mad. “I’m sure Jinx could come up with something. We’ve got plenty of time ‘till then.”

“Fuck all of you niggas! Talking ‘bout me like I’m some prize bitch or something!” She wiggled free of Storm’s grip, and glared at each of them in turn.

“But you are a prize Torie. My prize to protect and covet,” Storm’s voice was soft as he spoke. He and Jester had already discussed this potential change in the relationship. When things could be out in the open fully… Torie didn’t even see the flash of metal as Storm caught it. Jester’s grin getting bigger as he closed his storage panel…. Even now that Storm fully understood that one day Torie might have to breed to a human male – he wanted to be by her side. She had given him a second chance when no else wanted to. His life was dedicated to her now.

Before Torie could burn him over his agreement of her being a prize breeder, the clone had fallen to his knee armor in front of her. He held a gold ring out to her, his optics pleading with her as he asked the question all young girls dream of hearing…

She stepped back a few feet, staring at him in disbelief. He was asking her to marry him?!? What the fuck??

“Shit Torie – aren’t you gonna at least give the fragger a ‘yes’ or ‘no’?” Jester joked.

“God, I hope she says yes. I’m too damn sore to add him to my list of beings to slag regularly. And my aft armor is getting scuff marks!” Flame muttered. He rubbed his tail pipes to emphasize his words.

“Please marry me Torie. I will protect you – and your future offspring. I promise that I’ll treat them as my own,” Storm added to his proposition. He wanted her to know that he was more than able – and ready – to handle anything that her life might entail.

Torie hit herself in the head, positive that she was in some sort of fantasy/nightmare. But no, here were her clones. All of them seeming eager to have her pop out some mixed breed mutts. And Storm, poor Storm… So desperate to be her life partner… Tears welled up in her eyes. For the first time she truly realized that their little group of humans might truly be the last. That she might have to one day produce those bi-racial babies. But through it all – she’d finally have her own family. And a man – well clone – that would stand by her no matter what!

“Yes,” she murmured.

The clone slid the ring on her finger, his optics beaming in happiness.

But as she lifted her hand to look at the ring, the too-large men’s band promptly slid right off. It clanged as it hit the hard floor.

His composure broken, Storm frantically searched around. He grabbed the golden band off of the floor. With trembling digits he tried it on each and every finger. It was too big for them all! Blinking back tears, he stammered his apologies. Berating himself inside for not even thinking about sizing the damned thing!

Torie couldn’t help it; the entire situation was just too funny! Here she was – a man asking her to marry him. And all he had was a second-hand man’s ring which was too big. But looking into his tear-filling optics – she realized just how hurt he was by it not being perfect. “Oh, it’s ok. I’ll just put it on a chain,” she said as she gently stroked the side of his helm.

“Here, let me see it,” Flame ordered. Without asking for permission, he snatched it out of Storm’s hand. Holding it up, he studied it in the light. “What size are you?” he asked Torie.

“Uh, I think seven or something,” she replied.

“Ok, be back in a few.” Flame took off out of the jet, ring in hand.

“What the hell was all that?” Torie asked Jester. Flame was his brother – so surely he’d know what the nigga was up too.

All Jester could do was shrug – he didn’t have a clue……

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Note: Sometimes if you ask - you will receive. Well, if I can fit it within the plot... *wink*
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