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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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**Trouble 3**

**Written by StSE, Universes G1/Beast**

“You god damned piece of rusted slag!” Scream shrieked. Grabbing the red ground clone, he proceeded to start slamming his helm against the thick metal of the hangar’s outer wall. His rage was overwhelming. His consciousness blacked out in the tidal wave of fury.

The day had started out on a good note. He’d come trotting over with TC for their daily ‘obstetrician’ checks. Strangely – Jinx, Spock, Speed and McCoy had been nowhere to be seen. But no problem – Doc and Jane assisted Petri in the exam. The red Seeker had smiled up at his gentle white spark mate while Charge paced back and forth as he anxiously waited for the report. The fech felt good now. He felt fully femme. Fully at ease with his own strange gender finally! He had a strong mate who would protect him with his life – and by default also had this gentle peace loving mate as well.

Scream cocked his helm. He studied the submissive medic clone who was busily taking readings from him and TC. The First Aid clone was good looking. In a strange, youthful kind of way…. He wasn’t the type that Scream would’ve normally found attractive. And he’d made no attempt to disguise the fact that he’d never touch a weapon. In a sense, he was a wimp compared to most. Just like the mech he was cloned from.

If there was one thing that Beachcomber and Rumble actually agreed upon, it was that First Aid was the most targeted and raped Autobot around. Scream could see that. He even had some of those horrible memory echoes of his own mech doing that to the medic. No, they weren’t ‘horrible’ to Starscream at all. But because of the clone’s own tortured existence during his first years of life – he had been completely changed from what he had been programmed to be. He had been programmed to be a potential perpetrator, to be conniving, to be everything that Starscream was…. But instead – he was the opposite. And if there was one thing that would set his temper off, it was somebody forcing another in that way!

Doc had just given him and TC clear bills of health for their pregnancies, when McCoy had staggered in with Jinx leaning heavily on his shoulder armor. Scream had leapt up, lending his support as Jinx had collapsed against him. Cradling the distraught clone, he had seen the oily mix of fluids staining the inside of the pair’s legs. His anger exploding as he listened to the furious Ratchet clone’s description of what had occurred – and what the medic was going to do to the perpetrators once he was repaired.

Only thing is, is that McCoy wasn’t going to have to wait until he was repaired to get justice… With an incoherent snarl, Scream thrust Jinx into Petri’s arms. Transforming in a blur, he caught the perpetrators as they were coming down the cargo jet’s ramp. They didn’t have any warning as he blasted them all with his null ray.

Now, he was busy venting his rage on his rebooting brother clone.

“Uggghhhhh! Sc.. Screeeeeaaaaam? What the… Akkkggggg!” Jester was shocked as his meta finally came on line. His head and shoulders were raked with pain as he was slammed helm first into a wall again. Battle processor came on line at the same instance, but it was too late. The Seeker had already cracked both his optics with his pummeling so he couldn’t see well enough to really fight back anyways. His peds scraped the ground as he sought to gain his footing. To try and get out of the older clone’s grip.

“You wanna fuckin’ rape someone?!? You piece of slag!!!” Scream flipped the damaged clone onto his back armor and tried to claw open his cable hatch.

“Stop it Scream! Calm down! We’ve got to think about this situation rationally!” A strong hand landed on the Seeker’s wing.

Scream turned his head, his enraged optics narrowing as he met the Prime clone’s optics. “Fuck thinking! I helped mentor this bastard – and he freagin’ should know better!” Surprising the heavier-built clone with a well placed kick of his thruster, Scream grabbed the focus of his rage and zoomed up in the air.

Charge staggered back, his face upraised in shock that one of his own bond mate’s would strike him like that. But his shock swiftly turned to concern for Jester as an audio piercing wail of total pain filled the hangar. Oil dripped down from the pair, obviously from the helpless Sideswipe clone. ‘/Storm, Clipper – see if you two can talk some sense into Scream. Before he rips Jester apart!/’ Charge comlinked. He hoped his two level-headed Apache members could contain Scream somehow. Could calm him down! If not, he feared that Jester would soon be nothing but spare parts.

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“Fuck you Jester! You won’t need this anymore!” Scream growled. Ripping off the clone’s protective hatch, he reached inside him and grabbed his coiled up cable. The clone wailed helplessly as he jerked his hand out, the entire unit ripping out as he did so. His energon curdling scream filled the Seeker’s audios, causing a wave of righteous anger to crash over his meta. Now he began to dig the tips of his fingers into the seams outlining the clone’s port panels, searching for the clasps.

“Plllleeeeeaaassseee,” Jester sobbed to the blurry outline that held him captive. The servos in his shoulders were heavily damaged, so he couldn’t move his arms to protect himself. His entire chassis was raked in pain. “I’m sooorrry! Sorrrrry! Pleeeeaaasseee noooooo!” he begged. His pleas became even louder as he felt his port access panels being ripped open. His brother clone was going to tear him apart from the inside! Was going to off line him! It had just been a joke… Just a simple joke!

Scream no longer saw his brother clone. The image of a silver clone was now superimposed over him. He hit and bit Tron over and over. Ripping his servos to pieces…. Shredding every surface he could.. Tron begged him for mercy as his fingers broke the clone’s port access latches.. Why should he give Tron mercy?!? Why should he give a damn about Tron! Remembered pain drove his actions now. The incoherent Seeker totally unaware of reality anymore as he shredded the demon in his nightmares…

“Scream stop this!” Storm’s voice rang out.

Scream felt his arms being grabbed. Releasing his grip on the Sideswipe clone, the rage blinded clone went after the interloper. Unfortunately for him, the interloper wasn’t blinded by fury – and was more than a match for the unthinking Seeker.

Clipper caught the groaning ground clone as Scream dropped him. Cradling Jester in his arms, he couldn’t help but be amazed at how much damage the Seeker had caused in just the minute-long attack. The clone was barely recognizable as a Sideswipe model now. The thin metal of his face plate had been shredded, his optics cracked. Oil leaked from every joint that the Seeker could force his fingers into. Nothing remained but a ragged hole where his bonding cable had once been.

The sounds of violent clashing overhead caused the calm Apache leader to wince as he brought the semi-conscious clone down and handed him off to Shado. So concerned for his wing mate was he, that he didn’t see the flash of satisfaction in the Mirage clone’s optics. The slight upturning of his lip components as he accepted the battered clone’s chassis. No, Clipper was too distracted to notice. And he zoomed back up to assist his wing mate, comlinking the other Apache team member to also assist.

Shado looked down at the shredded face plate of his cousin. He knew he should feel bad for him. But he just couldn’t bring himself to. All he could feel was satisfaction. Waves of it went over him with every groan that escaped Jester’s bleeding lip components. In the chaos that resulted from Scream shooting down his entire Apache squadron and then attacking the group of handcuffed clones, the Mirage clone found one of his hands snaking around Jester’s thigh as he carried him. Unable to stop himself, he sunk his fingers into the clone’s damaged forward port. “How’s it feel Jester?” he muttered as he ripped the clone from the inside.

Jester could say nothing but an incoherent groan as he blacked out.

Pulling his digits out, the Mirage clone looked at his fluid coated fingers in macabre fascination. He had actually gotten even with one of them for the shame they had done to him! Straightening his shoulders a bit, he carried the unconscious clone to the medic area and casually tossed him onto an empty table. As he passed the chaos of police clones trying to catch Scream and protect their prisoners, his optics met Bond’s. The purple Seeker looked horrible already. From what, Shado couldn’t even fathom. But somehow, Shado would get even with him as well…

As he turned to leave the medic area, the sounds of chaos ended. Obviously, they had managed to catch the enraged Seeker. “A pity,” Shado couldn’t help but mumble. He would’ve enjoyed seeing Scream tear all the perpetrators apart. Really enjoyed it… ‘/But there’s something even better/’ a familiar voice purred in his meta.

Shado glanced across the crowded area, meeting unblinking feline optics with his own. Somehow, it didn’t surprise him that the cat knew what his human’s clone mate had been up to. The ravage clone was far more intelligent and crafty than others gave him credit for. Just as the mechs underestimated the real Ravage! But just as KeKe had learned from his memory echoes, Shado had learned from his own. Mirage had known Ravage too well. Their history was too long together. Of all the Decepticons, Mirage had the most respect for the feline, and vice-versa. ‘/Been keeping up with Bond’s activities?/’ he comm’d back.

KeKe cocked his head and gave the saboteur a fang-filled smirk. ‘/Of course. I’ve dealt with him already. But it shall be amusing to watch him suffer yet further – shall it not?/’

Glancing over at the bickering prisoners, Shado studied the purple Seeker’s damage in more detail. Yes, it was obviously damage wrought by claws. With the exception of Dinobot, there was only one other in the Unit that could do that. Unlike the others who’d been arrested, Bond wasn’t bickering. In fact, he wasn’t even talking. His optics were glued to the ground, his face plate covered in a strange expression. Could it actually be guilt? Shado’s optics drifted down his chassis as he considered this possibility. That’s when the sharp-meta’d clone noticed the single smudge. The smudge that indicated that far more than a mere aft-whooping had occurred between the feline and the Seeker… Slightly shocked, he turned his optics from the Seeker and back to the cat. ‘/You didn’t…./’

Nuzzling his half-pint mate as he comforted him, KeKe smirked at Shado. His callous shrug felt by the saboteur. ‘/That’s how Megatron kept his ranks under control. Figured it would work on clones as well./’ His optics shifted to Bond and back to Shado. ‘/He won’t bother anyone else like that. He’s my pet now./’

‘/You aren’t going to do that to anyone else are you?/’ Shado was slightly worried. Especially for the timid Wheelie clone cuddled up against the feline.

KeKe glanced down at his little charge and licked off a smudge on his back armor. ‘/I love him, even if he never interfaces. And if I think anyone will attempt to target him for bullying – I will make them my pets as well./’ He curled his lithe chassis protectively around the fearful child clone. His purr increasing as he sought to comfort him during this time of intense emotions around them. He knew how this affected his sensitive friend. The clone’s eve spark feeling the anger of every clone around them, not to mention his natural fear of the human men as they ran by them. ‘/No one shall ever hurt Poet again. No one,/’ his comm’d voice became a low growl.

Shado moved towards the pair. His hand drifting down to stroke the protective feline’s head unit as he stopped next to them. ‘/You are as loyal as the real Ravage,/’ he comm’d. His expression told the cat that he meant it as a compliment.

Nodding, the feline allowed his charge to climb into the saboteur’s arms. He respected this clone, just as the real Ravage actually respected Mirage. In both cases, the feline and the saboteur understood each other. Knew where each other stood. They held no hate for each other; they were merely enemies because each was loyal to the other faction. But being enemies did not mean that one could not respect the other. ‘/If it weren’t for Poet’s attachment to Sharon, I would request to move to your tent./’ He could trust Shado far more than he could trust TC. It wasn’t that TC would willingly hurt Poet. But the blue Seeker was stupid, and easily led by his blind crush on the purple Seeker. That’s why KeKe had to control Bond. To control Bond, was to control TC as well.

Shado gave KeKe a slight nod in reply. He rubbed the child clone’s back armor, whispering words of comfort to him. ‘/If you or Sharon are not available, I will volunteer to watch him,/’ he offered. He owed the cat that much. For obviously, KeKe had given Bond the payback he deserved for what he’d instigated Jester into doing to him.

Studying the blue and white clone, KeKe knew he could trust him with Poet. The saboteur never offered something that he wasn’t able to give. And he was offering his protection for Poet. ‘/That is acceptable. And Shado?/’

“Hmmmm?” Shado actually mumbled. He did enjoy the warmth radiating from the eve spark’s field surrounding him. He kept his own spark calm, knowing that the youngster would feed off of his pulsing. That it would help calm him. Was this how it felt to be a true parent? To feel an attachment between yourself and another which had no hint of desire? It was a wonderful feeling indeed. He would have to discuss this with Blue sometime. Maybe the jet could be convinced to adopt a protoform zygote and let it grow in his cockpit? Then Shado would truly be a parent.

‘/See if you can convince them to force some of the perpetrators to become Inferno’s pet for a while as punishment. Being with a beast mode mech seems to be a deeply ingrained fear,/’ he couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

Shado’s optics opened a bit wider in shock at the suggestion. But then a strangely sadistic smile slowly turned his lips up a bit. The feline was right. Being forced to interface with a clone they dreaded, would teach the perpetrators to have a little empathy for their victims. And since he was one of the oldest clones, he’d most likely be part of the council who discussed their punishment. In fact, Darren was motioning him to come over even now. Setting Poet down, the Mirage clone met KeKe’s optics. “A decent idea. I’ll mention it,” he promised before he walked off.

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“Agggggggggg! Get him off! Get him aaaakkkkk!” Speed’s optics rolled up into his cranial unit as the Seeker engaged his thruster. A thruster that had just slammed down smack in the center of his codpiece! 5,000 degrees of pure agony ripped through his most sensitive sensory grids. The rubber of his retracted cable melting in the intense heat.

Charge leapt for the enraged Seeker. He barely managed to grab a hold of a wing as Scream engaged his afterburners and zoomed away from the swarming clones who were trying to regain order. The agonizing scream that followed them up made the Optimus clone cringe. He could just imagine the damage that his mate had caused in that fraction of a second. And it wasn’t a pretty thought!

Denting the wing’s edge with his death grip, Charge swung his weight over to the other side and got a hold of the other wing with his other hand. Avoiding being shaken off by the Seeker by wrapping his legs around his thin waist, he stuck to the fech like a fly on paper. He had to stop him somehow! Calm him down! If he could get him to think rationally…. Just think….

“Scream it’s ok.. Calm down Scream,” Charge whispered in his audio.

Scream spun around frantically. In his meta he saw Tron on his back. Tron attacking him, trying to bring him down so that he could rape him again! All he ever did was rape him. Why didn’t he like Scream??? Why couldn’t he please Tron??? “G-g-get of-f-f m-m-eeeeeeee! Leeeeeaavemealone! I dun wanta Tron! G-g-get of-f-f m-m-me!” he shrieked in a blend of terror and rage.

Completely shocked by the change in the fech, Charge was speechless for a moment. He’d never heard Scream stutter like that. Never heard such a spark wrenching tone to his voice… And why was he calling him Tron? Why was he calling everyone Tron? The Prime clone tightened his grip on the Seeker as Scream performed a dizzying combination of flight maneuvers in his attempt to shake him off. Who was Tron anyways? “It’s me Scream, Charge. It’s ok.. Calm down..”

Tron wanted him to calm down, to stop so that he could thrust his cable into him! It hurt to be slagged! Those tacks hurt all the time.. He didn’t want to calm down. If he did Tron would punish him for his outburst. Scream’s entire chassis trembled even as he spun in circles. He couldn’t handle being punished again. No… No more! “Nocalmcalmcalm. Leaaaavemealone! I dun wanta slag! Nooo No more,” his tone suddenly turned cold and hard as diamond. “No more, I k-k-kill you Tron!” He headed straight towards the heavy metal of the hangar roof. Fully intending to smash both of their cranial units to pieces! He didn’t care if he off lined. It’d be better than life with Tron. Anything was better than that!

“No Scream!” Charge yelled as he realized what the blacked-out panicked clone was up to. His optics opened wide in horror as they hurtled up at the thick metal….

“Got ‘em!” Electro said triumphantly. His chassis shook with the strain as his electro magnets pulled the pair down slowly. He was fighting against Scream’s fully engaged thrusters, and it was a hell of a struggle!

“You’re doing good, just hold him for about another thirty seconds and he’ll flame out.” Jag set a hand on the Windcharger clone’s shoulder armor. His optics locked on the spectacle above them.

Clipper came limping up, Storm leaning heavily against him. They glanced at Electro, then up at the panicked Seeker above them, then back down at Jag.

“Damn, warn me never to piss Scream off. I’d hate to be his real target,” Storm muttered. He glanced over at the group of handcuffed clones and cringed as he saw Silver trying to put out the flames that were coming from Speed’s crotch region. Yes, planning strategy was the preferred tactic – but he might have to consider how total rage could be used strategically. With it, Scream had not only heavily damaged two clones, but had shot down the entire Apache squadron as well. Storm couldn’t help but be impressed with the Starscream clone.

Clipper sighed and shook his head with a sad gleam in his optics. “A total waste of energy and parts if you ask me,” he commented. Meeting Jag’s optics, he nodded up at the tiring Seeker. Jag had been his bond mate for a long time before their breakup, surely he’d know why the Seeker was screaming about some Tron and had gone so ballistic? “Tell me Jag, what’s up with his freak out – and who is Tron?”

Glancing back up at Scream, Jag saw the signs of him weakening under the strain of Electro’s magnets. Satisfied that he was well contained now, the Prowl clone turned back to the Squadron leader. “Scream’s first years were spent with a sadistically abusive owner and her other clone,” he stated flatly.

“Yes, we’ve all heard that story. But he’s been over it. He’s recovered.” The Magnus hybrid cocked his helm as he spoke, curious as to what the calm police clone was getting at.

Scream was now being slowly lowered, his thrusters barely engaged now. Jag glanced from Clipper to the Seeker and back. “The other clone’s designation was ‘Tron’,” he said. Deciding that he was now needed more by Daniel to begin the process of taking statements from accusers and accused, he began to walk away. “But can a clone truly ever recover from that? He still suffered from night terrors and hid in my arms until the night we broke up. So you tell me…” his words floated back to Clipper and Storm.

The two hybrids glanced at each other, both understanding the warning that Jag had given.

“The two eve sparks,” Storm muttered.

Clipper looked up at the ceiling, for some reason he swore he could feel the hidden sun beating down on him. It seemed to beckon him. Urge him to imagine what life would be like when it finally peaked through the haze. New life would grow out of the ash of the destruction of this world. He gave a slight gasp in surprise as a small shape darted by him. The mute half-pint running to Scream as the exhausted Seeker was released by Electro and sank to his knees on the cold cement. Poet coo’d as he wrapped his arms around the taller fech. Petting his red armor as if he was KeKe…

That’s when Clipper really understood… When the first Unit member truly made the connection! The eve sparked clones were as shattered as the Earth. Every piece of their souls ripped to shreds through violence and hate. Yet, they had somehow put themselves back together. Becoming a strange semblance of what they could’ve once been. And through their struggle they had become what other clones never could. They had become the mother sparks… The eve sparks…

And just as Earth would always bear the scars of her destruction and rebirth – so would they. Scars that could express themselves at any time. Yes, physically Scream and Poet had been repaired. They had learned to adapt. Learned to act and think reasonably normally. But they’d never truly be whole again.. Never…

With tears welling up in his optics, the strong Magnus hybrid walked over and added his arms to those around the sobbing Seeker. Added his comforting words to those of Charge and the coo’s of Poet… He understood now. He understood more than he’d ever wanted to. And his very spark was now dedicated to Scream and Poet. His very life was theirs…

Scream blinked his shutters, the horrifying vision of Tron slowly changing. The grey turning to a muddy red, then a bright red… The narrow face plate smoothing out, becoming so formless that he could no longer distinguish the clone’s lip components or olfactory sensor… Until he finally realized it wasn’t a face plate anymore – it was the smooth battle mask of his strong mate… He felt a small chassis snuggle tight against his cockpit. Felt small fingers stroking his helm as a child coo’d to him…

The sensation of another strong eve spark washed over him. The taste so unique, so different from other sparks – that it was unmistakable. He relaxed and sank into their arms. Allowed his spark to synch with Poet’s… The child-clone’s concern and love flowed over him like a flooding river. It blended with that of the other two clones whom surrounded them with their arms. Their deep voices blending in with Poet’s coo’s. Their sparks beat strongly around the two eve sparks. Their emotions of protectiveness, concern, loyalty and love – blending into the tendrils of almost psychic connection between the two eve sparks.

It was like the most intense spark bonding that Scream had ever experienced! A bonding without physical connection… A strange calm filled his meta now. His thoughts blending and then dissipating in the mist of consciousness… He became nothing but a vessel. A vessel allowing the three other synched sparks to fully merge. To fully integrate as one with him… His memories, his fears, his hopes – flew into the openness of multiple consciousness. And just as he shared openly – so did the others.. Charge and Clipper had such very short lives – their memory echoes were primarily those of their mechs. Their hopes – primarily those of the humans and mentor clones around them… But Poet, little Poet… His soul was wrenched open. The horror of his life – equal to Scream’s… The Seeker’s spark went out to him. Surrounded him with true, core wrenching – understanding….

Tendrils of energy whirled around the four. The commotion of accusations and denials ended abruptly as all optics became fixated on the vision. The vision of spark bonding at its purest form… A form that even Cybertronians were unable to achieve! Bonding without passion or desire…. Without even physical connection… The tendrils became a ball of intense energy as it began to swirl violently around the four. It began to expand… Licking its fingers across the floor in all directions…

“Primus! They’re bonding!” Beachcomber exclaimed in absolute wonder. The Autobot shivered as the tendrils licked his peds. The energy making every circuit tingle as it swept over him.

Sharon grabbed Daniel’s hand, pressing herself against him as she stared at the spectacle. Her shattered Seeker – her shattered child-clone; healing together in a strange and wonderful way. She could see an expression of almost rapture on their faceplates as they both threw their heads back. A strangely harmonic wail of pure happiness filled the hangar. Joined by every mech and clone voice as each was swallowed in the ever-growing energy…

It washed by the human onlookers. Swallowing up both the accused and the accusers as it swelled and gyrated in strange and wonderful patterns. “Vok…” Dinobot gasped as he fell to his knee plates. His word seemed out of place in the eerie primeval song that pulsated with the energy. Jane stretched her hand out to him. As if she thought to rescue him from the tendrils, or perhaps to ask him to explain further. But he was suddenly one with the others, his conscious thoughts blown from his meta as his own spark surged to join the others.

But unbeknowest to Dinobot, his spark wasn’t truly just his own. In the very act of endowing his clone with a spark, Megatron had unwittedly combined them. The weak pulse of the remnants of the original Dinobot spark, joined fully with the segment carved out of Rampage’s. Through the demise of Rampage, the full mutant spark was rejoined once again. But rejoined with the changed spark that was Dinobot’s now.

And spark confusion begets more confusion as the history deepens. The roots of its origins sinks yet deeper through time. For the mutant spark had once been assumed to be Starscream’s by the Maximals. Yet, how could it be fully his when the traitorous fech had reared his very ghost spark within the chassis of Waspinator? No, Rampage’s mutant spark was not truly Starscream’s. It was merely half. For a fech was not merely an oddity… A disgusting rarity amongst mechs.. It was a single spark by accident. Created when Vector Sigma sparked one chassis with two – one male, one female… No, Rampage was given life by a single spark. A spark filled with rage at being torn from its Siamese twin. Just as the ghost was also searching for its lost twin…

And now… Now at long last… Dinobot’s mutilated and reconfigured spark finally found what it needed as it pulsed in perfect synch with the eve-focused wave of quantum energy. For Scream was a clone of Starscream. And in this, he had a piece of the fech’s spark within his. Dinobot’s felt this. Felt the familiar pull.. The connection… It was drawn to the Seeker clone… Their sparks merging and dancing as the waves crashed along… The joy felt by both – even though neither truly understood..

The honorable warrior found his true focus in those moments caught up in the swirl. He felt a true connectedness with the one clone he’d never thought he’d find anything to respect in. As Scream opened up to him – Dinobot felt his spark fall into the depths of the Seeker. He found the truth there. The truth that would force him to reformat his entire philosophy…. For Starscream had never been the original traitor. The arms that he had fallen into in his moment of greatest angst…. The mech that had brought his lips down to touch him and whispered the words of love and revenge into Starscream’s audios had been the true traitor. The true traitor who would destroy every mech’s soul who would one day follow him… The true traitor to the mech species was Megatron…

“It is sssssss fitting that he was the one who tried to grrrrrrr destroy you again,” Dinobot whispered as his optics began to clear and refocus. He looked across the multitudes of enraptured clones and mechs. His optics locking with those of the red Seeker… With a great thrust of his leg, he stood up and stretched proudly to his full height. His optics never leaving those red orbs.. He didn’t fully understand the deep connection he now felt towards Scream. It was like he could truly read his meta now. As if they were linked on a psychic level.

‘/Teach me/’ he heard in his very spark. Dinobot narrowed his optics at the Seeker, knowing it came from him. What did he wish to learn? He had been through far more hell and back through his incredibly short existence. So much so that Dinobot felt him an equal in a strange way.

‘/Teach me to have control, to have honor,/’ the fech’s voice whispered inside him. The Seeker glanced at his powerful red bond mate who held him, then back at the Predacon. ‘/Teach me so that I can be truly a worthy co-leader./’

Dinobot gave him the slightest of nods for an answer, before turning and joining the gathering humans…. It was time to decide on the punishment for the guilty..

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“You can’t be serious! But the welds against my beautiful paint!?! They’ll clash!” Flame wailed as the two police clones held him down.

The First Aid clone sighed in resignation. This was the 8th clone he’d done this to so far, and every single one of them had bitched and moaned the entire time. Throwing some straps over the golden clone, he nodded at Jag and Steel to begin to ratchet him down. “You heard their decision. Just be still and it’ll go fast. I’ll try and make the welds not to obtrusive.”

“But… But… Hey watch that thing!” Flame griped. He cringed as Doc sparked the welder and the flame shot to life.

“Fucking shut your trap Flame – or I’m going against direct orders and weld you myself!!!” McCoy snarled. He was sitting on the edge of another exam table, a sedated Jinx laying down behind him. When he’d heard the punishment that was to be handed out, he couldn’t help but find some sadistic pleasure in it. Granted, it would’ve been even sweeter had they allowed HIM the pleasure of doing it. But command had specifically ordered Doc to perform the ‘modifications’ on each and every one of the perpetrators – and had banned McCoy and Jinx from even touching one of them. But they never said that he couldn’t very well watch…. And McCoy was sure enjoying this aspect of the punishment.

“You enjoyed it… admit AKKKKKKKK!!!!!” Flame shrieked in outrage as the flame touched his armor. His optics widened in horror as he watched his beautiful paint bubble up along the edges of the weld. “My… My beautiful paint,” he began to wail.

The Ratchet clone snorted in disgust as he watched. Clones didn’t have a clue when it came to doing wrong to other clones! Sure, they were programmed for right and wrong with humans. They understood those rules. But just as most humans seemed to consider a clone no more than some fancy toaster – those very views had also been passed to many of the clones as well.

“It’s going to be a very hard two months for them,” a voice whispered to him.

McCoy looked to his side, his optics meeting Ashley’s dark eyes. “They deserve every little bit of it,” he snorted.

Ashley scooted up next to him, her fingers stroking his clone mate’s hood. Her eyes full of empathy for them both. “I know what you’re going through McCoy. I was once raped on the school bus with everyone watching.” She reached out with her other hand and wrapped her fingers around his. “They were all guilty as far as I was concerned. I was shamed. But…” She squeezed his hand. “Like you, I had to face them each day. I had to learn to forgive. To free myself from them.”

The Ratchet clone pulled his hand from hers. “Like hell I will, I’m never going to forgive them for what they did!” he growled.

A sad chuckle passed her lips. “I said the same thing. And enjoy their punishment McCoy. They’ve earned it.” She patted his leg armor. “Laugh and bait them when they’re so desperate that they actually beg Inferno for it. But after that. After laughing at all of their humiliation – try to forgive and move on. Ok?” Her eyes implored him to say yes.

He glanced over at the golden clone strapped down on the table. His cable access panel was now welded completely shut. Now Doc was working on his hood. Welding his spark access panel good and shut as well. After he was done, they’d flip the clone over and make him bend over the table while the medic welded his aft port access panel shut as well. Then they’d be done with him. Like all the other perpetrators, he was effectively now a femme in interface. And just like the rest, no one with a working cable was allowed to use his port. With the exception of beast mode mechs that is…

This basically meant that the perpetrators were stuck with Inferno as the only available beast mode mech around… McCoy couldn’t help but smirk at the thought! Of all the mechs, clones and humans – Inferno had to be the most repulsive looking of the bunch. Hell, he didn’t even have much of a personality. His meta went far beyond the description of ‘one track mind’. His entire existence revolved around the ‘queens of the colony’. That’s all he ever talked about.

Yep, none of the clones would willingly slag him. Well, at least not now. But with their pleasure programming intact, and only their forward ports useable now – it wouldn’t be terribly long before some of them would get so desperate for release. They’d break down. Beg Scream to authorize the beast mode mech to satiate them. And they’d have to do it right in front of everyone. McCoy had to admit. He couldn’t have come up with a better way to get complete and utter humiliation if he’d tried.

To top it off, the ‘council’ had decided that it would be two months before the ‘cases’ were reviewed. Basically, it was like a parole board hearing. So for the perpetrators to ‘earn back’ the use of their cables, aft ports and spark cores – they had to complete the entire ethics lecture series that Sharon was cooking up, and follow every order to the letter. If they didn’t – another month of ‘no fun slaggin’ torture’ would commence.

“Come on McCoy, talk to me,” Ashley implored.

McCoy shook his head; his optics now on Jinx’s recharging form. The sounds of the Wheeljack clone’s sobs still rang fresh in his audios. No, he wasn’t in the mood to talk about it……

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Note: Yet again, took a weird twist in the middle. Oh well, guess watching the entire Beast Wars saga just got me wondering about Starscream’s spark popping up twice. Which really doesn’t make sense the way they wrote it. Well, unless he was a conjoined twin spark which was separated into the ghost and X.

Oh, and I loved ya'lls punishment ideas. But kind've twisted it a little... Hope you enjoyed...
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