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Face Thy Fears	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 2674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Just a Pet

“This patrol sucks,” Thundercracker griped. He stared at the long range scanners while he gave a long yawn.

“Ya, boring as hell! Can’t wait to get on the front lines again,” Rumble agreed. These long patrols in deep space were for grunts, not officers, and here he was stuck with the most obnoxious trio of Seekers and the freagin’ Constructicons to top it off.

The blue Seeker stretched. At least his shift was almost over, then he could enjoy Starscream’s newest ‘pet’ again. Made the time pass a little faster! Grinning, he could almost feel the beautiful armor underneath his fingertips.. His audios hearing the mech gasp in pain as he took him again…

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Agony shot through Red Alert’s very core as the purple Seeker slammed his hips into his aft again. The Autobot’s raw circuits heating up, melting their insulation as he struggled in vain. “Please, no….” he screamed. His pleading roughly stopped as the red Seeker took his lips, biting them even as he invaded Red Alert’s mouth with his glossa, his hand behind the mech’s head, not allowing him to escape.

Red Alert felt Skywarp’s bonding circuits diving into him, invading him.. Then they connected with his in a blazing wave of hot pain.. Struggling to keep up his failing firewall, he fought to keep his core from them, even as he knew it was futile..

“Learning to love it, aye, Red Alert?” the purple Seeker snickered. He sent another bolt of blazing energy into the Autobot, enjoying the spasms of pain coursing through the ground mech’s chassis. Keeping his hands on the mech’s hips, he ground his tighter against him, forcing his bonding circuits ever deeper.

Tears ran down Red Alert’s face as his linkages strained from the tension. The cables bit deeper into his bound wrists that he hung from, his toes barely able to touch the floor. Starscream ground his cockpit against his chest plates, one hand sliding under his back armor, pulling at the sensitive wiring underneath; The other hand behind Red Alert’s helm, not allowing the Autobot to escape his lips, his bites, his invasive glossa.

Skywarp was pressed against his aft. So he was unable to move being sandwiched between the two sadistic Seekers. The purple Seeker thrust deeper and deeper with his bonding connections. Forcing his legs further apart with his thighs, the strain from trying to keep them closed had overloaded Red Alert’s hip bearings, and now energon dripped freely down the inside of his legs, only serving to heighten the cons’ pleasure in the rape.

“He’s keeping his firewalls up this time, it’s kind’ve fun..” Skywarp said as he grinned over the struggling mech’s shoulder at his fellow Seeker. He shot another load of energy into Red Alert, the smaller mech spasming in reaction.

Starscream let loose of his lips, enjoying the fact that Red Alert screamed in agony as he did so. “So you’ve still got a little spirit left?” he growled. Running his hand slowly down the gasping mech’s front armor, he enjoyed the look of pure terror on the Autobot’s face.

“No, please.. don’t…” the ground mech pleaded. He didn’t want to lower his firewall… To let them have him completely again…Their fiery sparks invading his… “No, I beg, don’t….” his pleads were cut off as he screamed in agony as Starscream’s fingers entered the front side of his exposed crotch circuitry. Twisted… Ripping…. His firewall fell down as his meta was overcome by the wave of intensified pain.

Skywarp nodded at Starscream, releasing his full energy into the mech. His red hot spark firing into Red Alert, surrounding the Autobot’s wavering spark… Smashing it down… Ripping it to shreds…. The purple Seeker groaned in ecstasy with the release, biting down on Red Alert’s shoulder armor as he shuddered.

Slumping a little against his victim, Skywarp chuckled as he retracted his bonding circuits from within him. Reaching up, he ran his hand along the trembling, sobbing mech’s front armor. Grabbing the mech’s chin, he roughly forced Red Alert to turn his head towards him. Smashing his lips against the gasping Autobot’s, he invaded the weak mech’s mouth one last time with his glossa.

“Time for our shift,” Starscream said as he moved towards the door. His optics scanned over Red Alert’s chassis one last time. He felt a wave of satisfaction at the sight of the energon which dripped slowly onto the metal floor beneath his prisoner. “We’ll see you next break.”

“Ya, thanks for such a good time!” Skywarp snickered at the hanging, helpless mech.

“P..Please let me down..” Red Alert begged. He hung limply in his bonds, energon pooling on the floor beneath his toes.

Starscream cocked his head in amusement. “You’ve got an appointment with Thundercracker in a few minutes. You would hate to make him mad by not being ‘in position’ don’t you agree?” he taunted as he closed the door behind him.

Hanging limply in his bonds, Red Alert just sobbed. He prayed they would just off line him now… End his agony quickly…. He prayed to Primus that his end would come soon…

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Primus Hears the Prayer

Gulping down her anxiety, SunSpot’s scanners showed that she was nearing the edge of Earth’s atmosphere. It was almost time to start the long teleport to Cybertron. Even though she’d now been doing this trip by herself for several Earth years, she’d never quite vanquished her fear of getting lost. She wished that her grandmother still always flew at her wing, but she knew she was old enough that she needed to stand on her own now.

Sighing, she berated herself for still not feeling like an adult. She still felt like that weakling fledgling who was so terrified of everything; that she wanted to hide and disappear. The fact that she always transported sensitive information, schematics and materials which were too top secret to chance anyone breaking into their encrypted frequencies, just added to her anxiety. But as Raptor’s wing mate, she was as responsible as the Commander was, in getting these materials safely to Cybertron when needed.

So with a final prayer, SunSpot pushed down her fears. Locking in the coordinates for Cybertron, she initiated teleport.

The cool plasma of warp phase surrounded her wings. The strange sensation of flight through a light liquid still highly unsettled the golden Seeker. She dodged and darted around the terrifying bubbles which held other dimensions, other realities – heading locked onto her path. Her port core became depleted, her starboard core kicking in. This did not phase her, for the long trip always depleted two-out-of-three cores. This is why the Earth Seeker’s had three cores in the first place; to give them the endurance for this trip.

With relief, she knew she was almost there. Just two more bubbles to dart around. She’d be safely back in primary phase soon…

Suddenly, time and space fluxed as a worm hole drove through it. Caught in its wake, SunSpot lost her coordinate lock. Fighting against the extreme turbulence, she strained her plasma engines to their max, desperately trying to get back on course. But she couldn’t get her bearings.. Her worst nightmare was happening.. She was lost in warp.. No one would ever find her….

Terror rolled over her, and in desperation she forced it down. She had to think. She only had her primary and half her starboard core left. What would Raptor do? What would she tell SunSpot to do? Thinking back to that conversation on the mountain, dread filled SunSpot. Primus was calling her….. He was taking her away from all she ever knew… All she ever loved…

But her Grandmother would tell her to let Primus guide her wings. That Primus would keep her safe as she did his will. Gulping down her fear, SunSpot silently screamed her farewell to her wing mate and family. Cutting her engines, she allowed Primus to take her through the soft, pulsating skin of the reality bubble beneath her…

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Reactivating suddenly, Raptor looked around the darkened room. She felt the defragmenting form of her bond mate beside her. But something inside the Soul Flyer told her that something was very, very wrong. Spreading her sixth sense, she concentrated on the sensations of her extended family’s sparks within her meta. She could sense each and every one this way, and this is why none of them could ever hope to hide from her if she wanted to find them.

But one was missing. Diving deeper into her sense, she identified which one it was. That beautiful timid wing mate of hers was – gone! Her core temperature shot up in terror, for Primus had taken SunSpot from her.. Primus had called… Raptor began screaming in grief, her head in her hands, for she knew she could not go after the meek Seeker… could not protect her from the Galaxy anymore… Her bond mate re-activated in shock, pulling her into his strong arms.

Optimus sobbed with Raptor at the loss of their granddaughter….

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Trying desperately to stay calm, SunSpot felt the plasma of warp phase relinquish its grip on her wings. The coldness of deep space replaced its horrifying touch. As she came fully into this dimension’s primary phase, she put full power into all of her sensory grids. Scanning with both long-range and short-range scanners, she tried to get her bearings.

Unable to discern just where in the expansiveness of space that she was, she located the nearest star and set a flight path towards it; she knew that the first order of business was to get her power cores completely recharged. Since she didn’t know where any mech outposts or bases were, she’d have to rely solely on the solar-cells that were across the topsides of her wings. Thanking her Grandmother for giving all Earth Seekers this capability, she engaged her engines and sped towards the star.

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SunSpot’s long range scanners spotted the Decepticon cruiser long before they were in range to spot her. Automatically, she clicked her cloaking on, feeling safe behind her invisibility. Even if they were friendly, the shy Seeker did not want them to know she was here. She wanted to stay ‘the ghost spy’ that she was used to being. After all, hadn’t Grandmother told her that she could spy on each group for years before she made her decision on who to side with? Gulping the nausea down she completed her recital of Raptor’s orders – to decide on who to mate with? It wasn’t that she was afraid to get pregnant or anything. In fact, she wished she already had sparklings. They would love her regardless of if she was pathetic or not, sparklings didn’t care. It was her fear of meeting new mechs that had held her back from dating. Fighting the rising anxiety down, she figured she’d just have to worry about that problem when she actually faced it.

Her cores were now fully charged from the Star’s radiation, with her ‘empty’ port weapons bay now stuffed with the extra stored in energon cubes. Beginning to track the cruiser, she began her scans of its interior, weapons and shielding. As a spy, she was accustomed to planning her infiltration thoroughly before she entered a facility or ship. While she learned the schematics of the craft, she began to decide on her course of action.

She did have some missiles loaded in her belly bays, but they were a new model, built shorter for the F-45 stealth Seekers to carry easily within them in both modes. She also was fully armed with her concealed laser cannon. Not that she really wanted to ever have to use it, but Raptor always forced her to be fully armed when she made the trip to Cybertron. Right now, she was thanking Primus for the weaponry. Though she’d never been in actual conflict, she’d trained hard for it as Raptor’s wing mate. It wasn’t that she was afraid of conflict per-say, she was afraid her comrades were watching her and waiting for her to fail. She couldn’t stand their judging optics on her tail fins.

But here, no one knew her. No one would know how pathetic she was compared to her cousins and siblings. Maybe she could learn to gulp down her anxiety of their watching optics? Just be a quiet, low-key type like her Aunt IceOwl? Put a facemask on like her Grandfather did? She felt her anxiety start rising again. Fighting it down, she calmed herself by telling herself over-and-over again that she could take years just spying on the mechs before they ever needed to know she was here. And being a ‘living ghost’ was what she did best – wasn’t it?

Now calmed and decided on her course of action, she teleported onto the Decepticon cruiser. Cloaking engaged as she always had it. A mere living ghost who would now haunt their bulkheads as she silently studied them…

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