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***Mentors part 1**

**written by StSE, Universe G1**

“Well, which one should we bring into the family Speed? He’ll be Sam’s, but you’ll be his mentor, ok?” Daniel asked as they walked down the long line of Autobot clones that were having their initial programming sequences installed. It was kind’ve eerie to see all the activated blue optics seemingly staring at nothing as the silent clones were connected to the servers and downloading. When the process was complete, they’d simply step into their crates, curl themselves up and shut down again for shipping.

“Not as many flier models with these guys,” Sharon commented as she walked along next to him and Sam. Their three droids were walking along with them, but constantly stopping and running their hands over a different model as they discussed him and his specs.

Unlike Tim’s factory, which was now primarily focusing on military droids – Sam’s had more police and rescue models, though there were quite a few of the racing and ‘general pleasure’ models. But both companies were now selling ‘bulk-order commercial/military’ at a ten-to-one ratio to the pleasure/single orders. Yes, her family was the primary stakeholders in the droid industry. But there were no jealousies. Each ‘company’ just focused on a different realm with the big-order clients. Tim got the militaries, Sam got the civilian.. They both still did a smaller percentage of the pleasure models. But profits were skyrocketing for both. So it worked out well.

She smiled as she glanced at all the silently uploading droids. Unlike her brothers, she ‘officially’ stayed out of the two companies. She kept her position at MIT, and raked in very impressive grants from her brother’s and bother-in-law’s companies in order to research their different products – and improve upon them. True, the Cybertronian technology was superior, but it didn’t compare with human creativity!

But because of her position as one of the top researchers in the field, Sharon interacted with both Autobot and Decepticon parties. She and her two clones had very intimate knowledge of both groups now. The Decepticons were rather pleased, or should we say – their Second-in-Command was – that Sharon had a clone of his following her around. She’d found it fascinating to observe the real mechs interact with each other. It had answered many of her questions concerning the fact that the Trakersly clones were prone to insulting each other, even though they did get along. The real mechs did the same, so they were just following suite.

And Sharon was pretty sure of why the Decepticons hadn’t tried to initiate their Trojan horse program yet. She’d seen their leader lick his lips with hidden glee when he’d heard that Tim’s company was in negotiations with several countries to produce ‘military droids’. Yes, Megatron was going to wait until the human military bases were overrun with the clones, and then try to cause chaos. Sharon smirked as she wondered who he’d blame when the clones didn’t react to the initiator signal. He’d surely blame some mech of his for not spotting the programming changes. Ah, they just underestimated human ingenuity. They would learn. Their military clones would end up protecting the humans against them. Ah, such sweet irony…

It was going to be fascinating to study the Autobot clones, since the mech interactions of that faction were so different from the Decepticons. Sharon couldn’t wait to see the differences! And she did trust the Autobots a bit more. Though, they were very, very aware that programmers she’d trained were going through the programs sequences with a fine-toothed comb! Unlike their ‘competition’ – they knew better than to underestimate humans now.

“Why does Speed get one to ‘mentor’ and we don’t?” TC whined, interrupting Sharon’s thoughts. He was staring at a clone of that mech Jazz who had faked him out. It would be fun to boss the guy around. But next to him was a clone of Sideswipe, and TC did have a thing for red and that dude could also fly, so he really wasn’t a dirt eater like the other one. He really did want one, he just couldn’t decide on which one!

“TC’s right, if Speed gets one – then we all should get one!” Scream stated. Crossing his arms and jutting his chin out, he turned to Sam and met his eyes. After all, this WAS Sam’s factory and Sharon had made the deal with the Autobots – so she should get some too!

Sam chuckled and shrugged, “Hey, if Sharon agrees then you two can each pick out one to mentor. Just means more of you guys to test new programs and equipment upgrades on in the field.”

Daniel grinned, since he was now head of that particular ‘testing team’. It meant he got to go out in the field at various military bases with his ‘team’ of clones and several ex-Seals and Marines they had hired. It was a BLAST! So the more, the merrier as far as he was concerned.

“Boys, come here,” Sharon ordered. She felt like every blue optic in the place seemed to be on her. A very eerie sensation indeed! Her two Seeker clones waltzed up to her, just knowing that if they worked hard enough together – they’d eventually wear her down enough to say ‘yes’ to their demands. “Boys, you realize that if we bring any of them home, they are part of the family just like you two are. They aren’t just some ‘toys’ for you two to play with!”

TC worked his dental plates together. When Sharon said ‘family’, that meant they’d be equal in everything. “Does this mean we’d have to like share you?” he asked with narrowed optics.

“Perhaps, they are also programmed to seek pleasure, just like you two are,” Sharon said. She knew it hadn’t been the easiest for TC to allow Scream into his heart, and their ‘bed’ as well. The fact that he might have to share her with yet more clones might stop him in his tracks.

Scream shrugged, since he still enjoyed ‘hanging out’ with his lesbian friends and engaging in oral sex with them – he wasn’t nearly as bothered with sharing. Even though Sharon and TC were the only ones he allowed to actually interface with him. “I could just hook them up with my fuck buddies,” he offered with a shrug.

“Scream, you are such a whore dike,” TC snorted.

“You’re just jealous because he eats pussy better than you, loser,” Speed snickered from across the room.

“Shut up Speed!” Sharon and the Seeker clones snarled.

Daniel grinned as he listened into his sister’s ‘family’ conversation. “You know, TC and Scream could teach them the pleasure of self-interfacing, and every now-and-then they could enjoy a little action with Scream’s lesbo friends. I’m sure they won’t mind, and neither will the ladies,” he snickered.

Sam nodded in agreement while he watched his sister-in-law with amusement. “And not all pleasure clones will be taken as ‘human partners’, so perhaps it would be interesting to research?” he added.

“You two are NOT helping!” Sharon barked as she shot the two men one of ‘her looks’. “We don’t have the room for two more!” she exclaimed in exacerbation.

Sam draped his arm over her shoulders. “My dear, the stock I’ve invested for you in both Tim’s company and mine – has made you a multi-millionaire. Why don’t you quit living middle class, and buy yourself a bigger house?”

TC started jumping up and down. “We’re rich?!? We’re rich?!? I can go shopping more! YAHOO!!!!” he shouted as he danced circles around her.

Sharon elbowed Sam hard. “Thanks a lot, it’s been hard enough to teach him how to budget his paycheck,” she muttered.

“So we can each get one?!? Can we PLEASE!??” Scream begged, fixing the perfect ‘puppy dog’ expression on his face. TC stopped his bouncing around and joined Scream in his begging.

Staring from pleading look – to pleading look, Sharon sighed in disgust as she gave in. “Ok, but they are treated as equals. You two are NOT to bully them – you got it?” she said in a firm tone.

They nodded eagerly, and then turned and resumed their banter and comparisons as they wandered along the line up of Autobot clones with Speed.

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“I want HIM!” Speed shouted as he found the perfect, PERFECT clone for both Sam and him. Running his hands over the blue and white clone, he motioned his family over. “See Daniel, he’s almost as fast as me! We could do some serious fucking races don’t ya think?!? And Sam, he’s cute isn’t he? See? Look at him! Don’t ya think he’s cute enough for you?” he said as he tried his best to ‘sell’ the Mirage clone to his men.

Sam reached out and ran his fingers along the clone’s face plate. He was indeed one of the more attractive of the clones. The blue optics flashed in response to his touch, but the activated clone made no other move. He was still plugged into the mainframe, waiting for his final registration to be loaded. But he was still very aware of what was going on around him. Sam knew that with certainty. “Yes, he is a very attractive clone,” he agreed. He could tell that the Mirage clone was silently preening at the compliment.

Daniel eyed the clone with critical eyes. “So, are you SURE you’ll be happy with one having the same alt mode as you? He could feasibly beat you in a race you know,” he said as he shifted his eyes from those brilliant blue ones, to those eager red ones.

“A hard race is a good race!” Speed quipped, “and we could work together to beat the other clones in those NASCAR pre-races! Yep, don’t matter which one of us wins then – as long as our TEAM wins – right?!? Come on! IWANHIM, IWANHIM, IWANHIM!!!” He just envisioned them as a racing team! Oh, it was a beautiful vision indeed! The NASCAR clone pre-races had become quite a hit with the fans. There were even talks of a ‘clone’ championship race next year. Oh, how he wanted to win that trophy!!!

Sam nodded at one of the programmers. “Have him registered to me,” he ordered as he gave his yellow clone a pat.

The silent Mirage clone had recorded every second of the conversation. He had wanted to shiver in pleasure as first the yellow clone’s hands and then the gray haired man’s fingers touched him. But the mainframe kept control of his motor circuits while he was connected, so he could do nothing but feel a sense of pleasure wash over him. He would belong to the gray haired man, the information already being downloaded into his memory banks. He studied the excited yellow clone. Who was happily opening some of his access panels and jabbering about ‘performance upgrades’ he was going to give him. Apparently he’d be living with the yellow clone, and the clone had specifically picked HIM because they had similar alt modes. So he was happy that he’d already pleased the clone.

The programmer came over and disconnected him from the server. “All done sir, here’s your registration/activation sequences,” he said as he handed the company president a slip of paper. “All you have to do is say it, since he’s still activated.”

“Owner code 52430-Z-0099-SDT” Sam read from the paper.

“Model: Mirage 52430-Z-0099 SDT activated, registered owner – Sam Stenson,” the Mirage clone said as he stepped down off the programming line. He shivered as this allowed the yellow clone access to panels on his back side. The yellow one slammed his front ones shut and went behind him. The unsettling sensation of his panels being accessed filled his meta. But his owner seemed to treat the yellow clone as an equal, so the new clone made no move to stop him from his exploration of his circuitry.

“So what are we going to designate him as Speed?” Sam asked as he turned his eyes to the yellow clone who was now on his knee armor peering inside some panels he’d opened on the new clone’s upper legs.

The Mirage clone locked in his owner’s image and voice patterns into his active memory. Sam was the same height as he was, appeared to be around 50 years of age, of medium weight, and would be considered reasonably attractive by other humans. Along with that, he now identified the yellow clone as ‘Speed’ and locked his image and voice patterns into his meta. He forced himself to remain still, even as his sensory nets went wild when Speed inadvertently brushed his codpiece with the tires on his shoulders.

“Um, howabout ‘Shado’ – cus that’s all the competition’s gonna see,” Speed quipped from behind him.

The new clone felt happiness wash over him again, since Speed was obviously very proud of him even before he’d been properly introduced. He shifted slightly as the clone closed the panels on the backs of his thighs. He had no idea why Speed was so interested in his internal workings, but it didn’t matter as long as Speed seemed pleased. For his master, Sam, seemed to hold the yellow clone in high regard…

“What do you think Daniel? Does ‘Shado’ work for you?” Sam asked as he patted his boyfriend on his shoulder.

The blue and white clone turned his optics to the one named Daniel. He locked the man’s image and voice patterns into his meta, since it appeared that his master was attached to the blond man in some way. Daniel put a hand on his shoulder armor, his hazel eyes intense as they locked with his optics. He was a powerfully built man, slightly younger than his owner, and something told the clone that he would be living very closely with him. He smiled at Daniel, hoping that the man would like him as much as the other two seemed to. “Well, you’re not nearly as vocal as Speed,” Daniel mused.

The clone frowned, not knowing if this was a good thing.

The blond man chuckled as he squeezed his shoulder armor. “That’s a good thing! And don’t you cloak or something?” he said.

The smile was back on the new clone’s face, just as he disappeared from sight.

Speed jumped back in surprise. “Where’d the fucker go?!” he exclaimed as he scanned around them, frantic to find his new clone partner.

Daniel chuckled. Since he still had his hand on the new clone’s shoulder, he knew he hadn’t gone anywhere. But he was going to mess with Speed a bit. It was too perfect of an opportunity. “I don’t know Speed, why don’t you zoom outside and find him?” he asked.

With a yelp, Speed transformed and zoomed away. His grumbling about the clone’s disappearing act drifted back to them.

“That was mean, but funnier than hell,” Sam snickered under his breath. Speed was such an impulsive and reactive clone.

Daniel patted the invisible armor. “Yep, Shado’s a damned perfect name I’d say. Why don’t you go and catch up to Speed, then decloak when you find him. He’ll cuss you out, but don’t worry – just means he likes you,” he told the invisible clone.

“Yes sir,” Shado said. But the man didn’t let him go just yet. “Sir?” he asked.

“By the way, your family now. So just call me Daniel and Sam – Sam – got it?” Daniel informed him with a smile.

“Yes si- I mean Daniel,” Shado gulped as he almost messed up. It was hard wired into him to say ‘master’ and ‘sir’ – but he did what pleased them. So if using their first names pleased them, then that’s what he’d do.

“Well go on then, show Speed what you’re made of!” Daniel said with a slap on his shoulder armor.

They heard the sounds of transformation, and then black streaks were laid down by invisible tires as the clone sped after Speed.

“What a pair they’re going to make,” Sam chuckled..

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“I like this one,” Scream announced as he patted a silent Prowl clone. He fingered the red wings on the front of the clone’s white helm. Something about the fact that the clone was a police car alt mode made him like him. A strange sense of security flowed over the once-abused clone. For there was no way that anyone would break into their house with a police car living there. “Yes, this one is perfect,” he decided.

Did he imagine the blue optics flash at his words? He grinned, knowing full well that the clone was conscious of what was going on around him. Just as he had been was he’d received his initial programming. Grinning, he patted the Prowl clone’s door wing. “So, you want to come home with us? Huh brother?” he asked. This time the clone’s optics definitely flashed. Knowing that he could do nothing more, Scream took that as a ‘yes’.

“You really want a dirt eater?” TC snickered as he walked over and scanned the clone with his optics.

“We’ll get him to give Speed a fucking speeding ticket. It’ll be funny,” Scream said with a smirk. “Hell, I can carry him across my top line when we’re going a long ways,” he added with a nod. Nothing said ‘security’ more than having a cop on your back!

TC snorted. “I found one that’s got a jet pack, he’s cooler than this one!” he quipped as he nodded down the line of clones.

Scream patted the police car clone again. “Don’t listen to TC, he’s not the brightest,” he snickered. Nodding to Sharon he told her that he most definitely wanted the Prowl clone. Then he disappeared down the row to look at the clone TC was gabbing about.

The Prowl clone tracked the Seeker clone with his optics. He’d thought that a human was supposed to buy him, not some other clone. It didn’t fit with his programming. He was perplexed at the notion that the red clone would own him since that did seem to go against the rules a bit. But then a dark haired woman walked up to him, checking him over with her brown eyes. She told the programmer to register him to her.

“Do you want the pleasure sequences downloaded as well?” the man in the white lab coat asked.

Sharon had forgotten that just like Tim’s military droids, the droids that Sam’s company manufactured for commercial uses did not have the pleasure programming installed. So she nodded to the programmer to go ahead and download it is well. She glanced down the line of Autobot clones again. There were twenty of these Prowl models as well as dozens of those rescue models as well. She wondered if the Protectobots, Ratchet, Red Alert, Inferno and Prowl were snickering about ‘outselling’ Sunstreaker and the others, if not she knew that Sunstreaker was probably silently seething that they were. Just as the Combaticons and Seekers were snickering about ‘outselling’ their colleagues.. She sighed – for even the big mechs exhibited some rather adolescent traits.

The clone studied her, relieved that he would indeed be owned by a human. But it was obvious that she had allowed the red clone to ‘pick him out’. So that clone must be held in fairly high regard by his future master. He would have to make sure to get that clone to like him. He wondered what type of job he’d be doing. Private security perhaps? After all, he was built to work – not just play like the clone models on his left. Granted, since the pleasure programs were now being downloaded into him, apparently his new owner was going to also make use of those systems along with his security functions.

He considered the model of the red clone who had picked him out. He was a military model from general appearances. A combat Seeker to be more specific, and appeared to have some major upgrades from the specs that the Prowl clone had in his data banks… Perhaps his new owner had something to do with the military then?

“Programming is done Professor, here’s your code,” the technician said as he disconnected the clone from the server and handed her a piece of paper.

She looked down. “Owner code 52430-Z-1100-SDT” she read aloud.

“Model: Prowl 52430-Z-1100-SDT activated, registered owner – Sharon Trakersly,” the clone said as he stepped down from the programming line. He locked his new owner’s name, image and voice into his active memory, Plus the fact that the technician referred to her as ‘Professor’. His cross-reference told him that ‘professors’ were people with the highest degrees in their chosen field of work. Considered ‘experts’ by the general population.. He felt a sense of pride wash over him that such an individual was now his master. But he had to know something, because it was driving his logic circuits to glitches - was that red clone considered his owner as well? “Master, the red clone who picked me out – is he also my master?” the black and white clone asked.

Sharon was a little surprised by the clone’s question. They usually asked what their designations were first. “No, he shall be your mentor,” she informed him.

He ran that term through his data banks looking for their meaning. The term ‘mentor’ meant – teacher, instructor, older individual that younger individuals patterned their behaviors after. But as he cross-referenced the human definition with the clone dictionary he found that there was no matching term. He scrunched up his optic ridges as he considered the perplexing problem. Clones were programmed for what they needed to do. They did not need ‘mentors’. The only way they were to modify their programs was in order to model their behavior more after their individual owner’s. “Master, I do not find a reference for a clone mentor in my meta,” he stated, hopeful that she’d clear up this misunderstanding.

“Got yourself one of those dull security models I see,” Daniel joked as he slapped his hand down on Sharon’s shoulder.

The Prowl clone narrowed his optics slightly at the blond man’s choice of description. He was not ‘dull’ was he? He was programmed with the latest in police upgrades. Built to be the best and latest in security and law enforcement in order to ensure his master’s safety! But why did the man refer to him as ‘dull’?!?

Sharon laughed as she elbowed him. She could still hear Speed zooming around outside cussing his vocalizer off that he couldn’t find ‘his’ Shado. “You know, I’m glad Scream picked out a level-headed one to mentor. It’s less of a headache than what you’ll be dealing with,” she chuckled.

Daniel laughed as the black and white clone swelled up at her words and shot him a smug look. “Scream’s still not over it huh? Too bad,” he sighed. They both had a pretty good idea of just why the red clone picked out a security clone. He was still very insecure. Especially at night… “You named him yet?” he asked.

His sister shrugged. “Nope, he’s been worried that Scream owns him, since that’s not a typical situation. Hasn’t had time to ask me for a designation yet.”

“I’d call him Jag. As in a JAG officer with the Navy, It’d be very suitable since he’s already anal-retentive about following the rules,” Daniel snickered. He let go of Sharon, walked up to the clone and gave him a big hug. “And welcome to the family,” he said warmly.

As the blond man let go of him and walked off, the Prowl clone watched him walk away. He wasn’t sure if he particularly cared for the man. He’d already called him ‘dull’ and ‘anal-retentive’. Both of which were slightly derogatory terms. But his owner, Sharon, had mentioned that she was glad he was a ‘level-headed’ clone. Turning his blue optics back to her, he gave her his biggest smile. She was his master. She was the one that needed to be pleased with his performance. He still wasn’t sure about this ‘clone mentor’ thing, but surely his master would explain it shortly.

“Oh hey, he’s activated!” Scream exclaimed in glee as he trotted over. He smacked the new clone on his door wing. “Hey partner, what name did you get?” he asked.

“I have yet to receive my designation,” the Prowl clone stated dryly. He turned his optics away from the happy red clone, somewhat disconcerted that the clone showed so much unnecessary emotion. “Master, my designation please,” he prodded the woman with an expectant look in his optics.

Sharon shrugged and smiled at Scream, who was happily running his fingers all over the security clone’s door panels. She could tell that the Prowl clone was merely allowing it, not necessarily enjoying it. Yes, it was going to be very interesting to have a level-headed clone around. “Well, Daniel came up with ‘Jag’. It’s the name of the military investigational legal officers or something. Do you like it?” she asked the black and white clone.

He cocked his head, curious that she seemed to be asking him if he liked it. It didn’t matter if he liked it. Granted, he did find it very suitable. “Yes master, it is suitable,” he replied. He ground his dental plates together again as the clone ‘mentor’ of his, ran his hands over his sensitive door panels again. Incredible sensory stimulation flickered over his networks. But he was programmed to only receive those sensations from the hands of humans, not clones. It was not proper for him to respond to a clone’s touch in that way. So stubbornly, he tried to ignore his nets.

“Jag, huh? That sounds cool. Rolls off the glossa! Jag, Jag, Jag,” Scream said from behind him as he traced the word ‘police’ painted on his door wing yet again. His very own security clone.. No one would ever hurt him again…

“Thank you, and would you please get your digits off my door wings. It is highly distracting,” Jag stated flatly.

Sharon stepped up to him, the slightly shorter woman smiling up at him as she patted his shoulder armor. “So why is it distracting?” she asked as she let her fingers slide down his arms. Her experienced eyes saw the clone’s reactionary shiver to both her touch and Scream’s.

The damned red clone hadn’t bothered to remove his fingers from his door panels yet! And when his master ran her fingers lightly down his arms, his self-control crumbled. Not able to stop himself, he trembled. This was not suitable behavior in a public setting, not suitable at all! Berating himself, he clenched his fingers and fought to regain his composure. “His actions are stimulating my sensory nets. It is not appropriate for other clones to do this, only humans,” he stated, fighting yet another wave of shudders as the clone standing behind him ran his digits along the thin alloy on the back of his neck. “Please tell him to stop,” he requested of the woman, his optics now pleading with her.

Sharon chuckled as she patted his shoulder armor again. “Young clone, you have so very much to learn. He is your mentor, and you are to let him teach you,” she said with a smile.

“But it is not appropriate behavior,” Jag argued. He was now fighting a losing internal battle with his sensory nets. The damned red clone now had his hands on either side of his sensitive neck region. Kneading his fingers along his armor and right under his helm… He groaned in silent despair as Sharon just gave him a final pat and walked off. Leaving him under the control of his ‘mentor’, who was now truly torturing him with his inappropriate behavior. He was trapped…

“It’s ok to enjoy a massage Jag,” Scream whispered in his audio. “You know it feels good, just relax. You’re part of the family now, so I’ll give you a bunch of these,” he promised.

The Prowl clone silently screamed in denial as he balled his fingers even more tightly, willing himself not to feel these sensations at the hands of another clone. But then Scream moved his attentions back to his door wings. Jag could fight it no more, a shudder coursed along his frame. Sinking back into the red clone, he let out a soft moan. Suddenly, the pleasurable torture was over. Turning his head in shock, his optics met the red optics of his mentor. Who now had a slag-eating smile on his face.

“You like it! I told you – you would. Everyone likes a massage!” Scream told him in an excited and happy voice. He grabbed Jag’s hand and began to drag him along. Happily telling him that he’d ALWAYS wanted a ‘cop partner’, and how good life was going to be.

Jag smiled in relief that Scream had stopped the ‘massage’. True, it had felt good. But Scream was no human! Although he was happy that his clone mentor seemed so thrilled to have him as his partner, he wasn’t sure that HE was exactly thrilled having Scream for a mentor. He just had a sinking feeling that the massage was only the beginning. And what was all this ‘part of the family’ crap?!? He was a clone. They were both clones. ‘Family’ was a human term, not a clone term…

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TC was still going back and forth between the Sideswipe model and the Jazz model. He just couldn’t decide. So it was a great relief when he felt Sharon’s hand on his wing. “So which one should I get? Huh?” he asked her as he motioned to the pair.

Sharon glanced at the two models. She had a sneaky suspicion why he’d been attracted to the Jazz clone. And it probably wouldn’t be a good life for that clone with TC constantly reminding him of what a liar the mech he was cloned from was. So she turned her eyes to the Sideswipe clone. If she recalled, that mech had been smart and something of a joker. “I think this one would be better. With his jet packs he could just fly with you, instead of you carrying his aft like Scream will have to do with his.”

The blue clone went back up to the red ground clone. “His missile launcher is pretty cool too, don’t ya think?” he asked as he ran his fingers along the interesting weapon. He could imagine the loud boom of one of those things hitting its target. Might even be as neat as those sonic booms he’d been playing with over the ocean.

“And his alt mode can go almost as fast as Speed,” Sharon added with a grin. She saw the clone’s blue optics shimmer slightly as if he was in silent agreement.

TC fingered of his tires located on his shoulder. “You think me and Scream could rig up a good prank to do on that obnoxious dirt eater with these guys?” he asked Sharon. It’d be nice to pull one over on his ‘cousin’ for once.

The Sideswipe clone’s optics really flashed at TC’s question, causing Sharon to chuckle in amusement. She patted TC’s wing. “With this clone, I don’t even think you’d need Scream to help you plan a prank on Speed,” she said with a widening grin. The silent clone’s optics couldn’t get much brighter. His eagerness to help TC prank anyone was obvious. Yep, just like the mech he was cloned from!

“Really?!? You really think so?!?” TC asked with huge optics. He lunged at the silent clone, wrapping his arms around him. “I want him! Please!!! This one!!” he exclaimed.

Sharon nodded to a technician. “Register this one to me,” she told him. She waited as the mainframe that the clone was connected to, set his registration information. TC hanging all over the silent clone, telling him all about the fun things he was going to teach him about. Like shopping and dropping ‘dirt eaters’ into the dirt.

The technician came back. Pushing TC away, he got behind the Sideswipe clone and disconnected him from the mainframe. Coming back around, he handed her a slip of paper with the information she needed.

“Owner code 52430-Z-0011-SDT” Sharon read aloud. TC stood next to her, fidgeting in excitement as his new partner stepped down from the factory hook up.

“Model: Sideswipe 52430-Z-0011-SDT activated – registered owner Sharon Trakersly,” the new clone said with a mischievous grin on his face. He’d been listening to this blue clone muttering about getting even with some ‘dirt eating cousin’ for the last thirty minutes. The clone didn’t seem to be the brightest chip off the engine block, but he already knew he’d like him.

The new clone had already fixed his master’s image and voice data in his files. He’d done this even before she’d actually told the technician to set her as owner. Just something about the way she directed the blue clone’s attentions towards him, told him she’d end up taking him.

He knew the clone ‘TC’ was somehow very much linked with Sharon. So he’d created a memory file of him as well. He felt a strong urge to connect with another clone. To have a ‘brother’ clone.. He wanted TC to be pleased with him, wanted to have TC as a ‘brother’. And he thought that he had figured out how to make the clone instantly like him. Turning his blue optics from his master to the other clone, he grinned. “So, you gonna teach me how to drop dirt eaters?” he asked, curling up one side of his mouth into a cock-eyed grin. After all, TC had been mumbling about that very idea to him.

TC shrieked with glee. Leaping forward, he grabbed the red ground clone and spun him around. “I told you he was perfect. Didn’t I Sharon?! I TOLD YOU!!!” he exclaimed.

The new clone grinned, this was too easy… Too damned easy! He felt the warmth of connection roll through him. He would do whatever this clone wanted in order to get him to hang with him. It just felt ‘right’ to have a clone to hang closely with. TC finally set him down, but hovered next to him. His excitement to have ‘picked him out’ was so blatantly obvious, it was actually kind’ve cute. With a smile, the clone turned to his master and boldly met her dark eyes. “Are you going to give me a designation master?” he prodded.

Sharon studied him. He was by far the most intelligent or perhaps the craftiest – of the new clones. She’d have to keep her eyes on him. But she grinned mischievously as she considered an appropriate name for him. “Jester” she simply said.

The Sideswipe clone considered the name’s definition as he looked it up in his internal dictionary. Then his grin became a big smile as he understood it. Yes, he did seem to have an urge to make others smile and laugh. It was a good name. “Thank you master,” Jester said as he preened under her shining eyes. His master seemed to know what was in his meta, like she could read his very thoughts.. His urges..

TC snickered as he slapped Jester on his back armor. “She’s not our master she’s… UGGGHHHHHH!!!” He was suddenly interrupted as two racing go carts flew outt’ve nowhere. Zooming right under his and Jester’s feet, knocking them both on their afts. The two go carts flew under Scream and Jag a split second later, sending those two skidding on the concrete on their tailpipes as well.

“Hehehehehehe! Ya fuckin’ losers!! Eat our dust!” Speed’s gleeful cackling floated back to them.

“Who was that!?!” Jester and Jag asked as they both got up.

“Freagin’ dirt eater’s got a buddy now!” TC griped as he stood up and rubbed his aft.

“Yep, motherfucker,” Scream snarled, scanning with his radar in order to find the yellow freager and his new friend.

“They were reckless; they need to be stopped before they damage someone!” Prowl growled in disgust at the carelessness of the two race car droids. He rubbed his aft armor, his blue lights automatically engaging as he thought about the recklessness of the two race clones.

“Yep, let’s get them!” Scream snickered as his radar locked onto them. “I’ve got them radar locked. TC, lock on my signal,” he ordered.

The two Seekers were fixing to zoom out of the building, when TC was stopped by Jester’s hand on one of his wings. “I’ve got a better idea than just chasing them,” he told his mentor.

“Really, what?” TC said with narrowed optics. He was planning to just catch the dirt eaters with Scream – and drop them. That was their standard reaction to Speed’s antics.

Jester motioned for the other three clones to huddle around him, and quietly they discussed a plan. Jag nodding here-and-there as he added an idea or two on how to corner the ‘cousins’ for the ‘punishment’.

Daniel and Sam walked up to Sharon. All three of them watched the clones in amusement.

“Well, didn’t take Shado very long to catch up with Speed and join him,” Daniel snickered. He’d seen the two fly through and knock all the other clones down. It was just Speed’s type of joke..

“The question is, what are the ‘cousins’ going to do to them now?” Sam said with a smirk. It was always humorous to watch the clones in action. Like watching a bunch of teenagers..

“What’s fascinating is that normally the two Seekers would’ve zoomed out in hot pursuit. But the new clones have them planning strategy,” Sharon noted with a wry grin.

Daniel’s eyes gleamed. “This might be perfect. It’s always been hard to keep the Decepticon clones focused on the ‘mission’. Perhaps the Autobot clones are a bit calmer? Maybe we’ll find that working the two types together in a unit keeps them all energized – yet focused?”

At that moment, the four clones clapped like a football team leaving their huddle. Without another word between them, they split up and took off in separate directions.

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In less than ten minutes, the humans all heard Speed’s screamed insults and curses. The three plus a few technicians came outside, squinting their eyes in the bright sun. It didn’t take long to figure out what had happened. Four clones were standing on the ground, looking up with expressions of smug satisfaction at the side of the three story factory. Hanging suspended from the roof with ropes lashed through their handcuffed wrists, were two racing clones. The blue and white one had a sheepishly embarrassed look on his face, while the yellow one hanging next to him was screaming in outrage.

“Well, guess Speed will have to learn the hard way. And poor Shado will learn not to agree to all of his stupid ideas,” Daniel chuckled.

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