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Beauty Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cycle of Pain

“We’re gonna be a day cycle early,” Prowl announced. He had pushed the fleet to its maximum velocity since they’d left the port. The way Optimus was acting, they couldn’t get to their destination fast enough.

The big mech paced from side-to-side on the bridge. Although both Bumblebee and Cliffjumper seemed to have a lot of faith in this ‘dancer leader’ being able to keep those mechs hidden from the Decepticons, Prime had felt a sense of dread building within him. Like something terrible was going to happen to those mechs who’d risked their lives for his men. He had to get there as fast as he could. He felt that somehow, everything depended on that.

“Can we scan the planet yet?” Prime asked Jazz for the twentieth time.

Punching in a few commands, Jazz looked at the scan reads. “Barely, but looks like there’s still a con ship on the planet.”

Slamming his fist down on a console in disgust at the time it was taking for the fleet to get there; Prime looked at the main screen. His impatience showed in the tenseness of his chassis. “Bumblebee said they never stayed past seven day cycles. They’ve been there for thirteen. They’re still searching for our allies,” he muttered in disgust.

“Let’s just hope that lead femme is as good as Cliffjumper says,” Ironhide drawled. But he felt the same impatience build within him that Prime had. They were just six garbage mechs, with only four weapons between them. How could they hope to escape the Decepticons’ detection for so long?

“ETA’s in one astrohour,” Prowl stated.

“Have everyone prepare for battle!” Optimus ordered. Striding out of the Bridge, he headed towards the flagship’s munitions battery. He was going to off line every Decepticon on that planet if they even put a scratch on one of the Autobot’s allies…..

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“Slaggers Chromia! They’ve captured Droct!” Arcee looked over at her old friend. She was still not accustomed to CoLene’s new name, though it did seem to ‘fit’ the ex-dancer fairly well.

Chromia focused her optics on the cons gathered by the ship, disgust filling her as she saw the big black one throw Droct against the ship and start pounding on him. What the hell could the femmes do? They only had four guns against the Decepticon main force. But they had to do something! “We’re going to have to try sniping,” she stated dryly.

The other four nodded their agreement.

“Ok, Flare-up and Moonracer – get over on the East side of them. Use those big boulders for cover.. Arcee – You take the South side.. Firestar – you stay here. On my signal – fire at will and hit anything that moves.” Chromia looked at the other femmes, seriousness in her optics.

“What about you, Chromia? You won’t have a gun,” Firestar said. The former dancer once known as S’taq – looked worriedly at her friend.

“I’m going in after him, if you all give me enough cover, maybe I can grab him and go over the cliff. Find a tunnel in the dump to hide in,” she answered.

“That’s almost suicide. Can’t we wait until the Autobots get here?” Moonracer asked, her optics pleading with Chromia to reconsider. The former Z’ren just couldn’t believe that Chromia’d take that kind’ve risk.

“Droct won’t last that long, we’ve got to do this ourselves. If we die, at least we die fighting as soldiers – not as cheap whores!” Flare-up answered her. The bright red femme’s optics grew hard as she faced probable death. But she’d rather die as Flare-up; than as the former prostitute, B’dec.

“Death or victory!” Arcee said and put out her hand. She too, felt the same way as Flare up. Better to die as Arcee – than as the RiTank she had once been.

The femme’s optics were hard and determined as they all laid their hands on top of hers. Then they split up into their sniper groups.

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“We’re there Prime, shuttles are ready,” Prowl radioed over the ship’s intercom.

Prime nodded as he charged towards the shuttle bays, his best soldiers following in his wake. All of them more than ready for battle.

They boarded the three shuttles, packing them to their maximum capabilities. And soon they were careening towards the planet’s surface; their landing coordinates just a few miles from the Decepticon ship. A tension could be felt throughout the ranks, everyone praying desperately that their allies were still hidden and safe.

Landing unseen by the cons, the Autobots all transformed and began to roll towards their ship; Hopeful to take the cons by complete surprise; and to get them off this peaceful planet.

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Droct looked up into that big cannon, his blue optics wide as he realized he would soon be off lined.

“Tell me where the whores are, you pathetic piece of slag, and I might let you live..” Megatron glared at him as he growled his threat. His cannon powered up to fire.

The dance of the energy buildup in that cannon, fascinated Droct. The sheer beauty of the interplay between the electrical charge with the ions of the metal alloy of the cannon; was almost magical. He knew he’d soon die, and for some reason, he felt peace flow through his core. For his beloved was safe, his new friends were safe. And that mattered more than his own pathetic life did. “I don’t know anything,” he flatly lied.

As if from far away, he heard the blast echo through his audios. A feeling of intense pressure hit his dented and corroded armor plating. Then the searing agony of burning… melting… the intensity of the heat was more than he’d ever experienced.. He felt himself thrust into the very rock of the ground.. Making a deep trench as the force of the blast threw him backwards…….

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Chromia saw that cannon powering up, saw Droct’s face as he looked up at the powerful con leader… “No!” she screamed as she shot forward in alt mode……

The other femme snipers saw the blue femme make her move. Leveling their weapons at the Decepticons they began to fire from their cover……

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Optimus and Bumblebee flew ahead of the rest of the Autobot force. They topped the hill and could see the Decepticons just a half-mile ahead.. Megatron powered up his cannon, pointing it at a prone mech on the ground..

Bumblebee recognized Droct instantly… “NO!!” he shrieked as he floored it, giving it all he could… his bond mate…. Droct….No…

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The femme snipers looked on in amazement as Autobots suddenly seemed to appear from nowhere, all converging on the shocked Decepticons. Gathering their wits, they added their firepower to those mechs’, hitting the surprised cons hard.

Coming from the North and East sides, Optimus and Chromia slammed through the Decepticon ranks at the same time. Transforming, both of them smashed into Megatron as one unit. The shocked con leader flew through the air away from them from the shear force of their combined hit. Not even having the time to introduce themselves, the pair went after Megatron together, pummeling him as hard as they could.

The other femmes flew down from their cover as the Autobots became too mixed with the Decepticons for them to safely snipe. They transformed and fought next to the Autobot mechs, using their vicious fighting methods that they’d perfected as prostitutes. Kicking, hitting, scratching and even biting – they grabbed onto the wings of the shocked Seekers – trying to do as much damage as they could.

As Optimus and Chromia knocked down the edge of the cons ranks, Bumblebee dove through. His only thought was to get to Droct. Transforming, he leaped down on top of the still burning mech, pressing him against his chest armor and trying to roll them both in order to put out the flames.. His meta not even registering the searing pain as Droct’s red hot smoldering chassis, melted right through Bee’s own armor…..

“Decepticons retreat!” Megatron yelled, as he finally escaped from Chromia’s and Prime’s punches. Firing at the pair, he forced them to back off as he and the other cons boarded the ship. The Autobots flung themselves to the ground as the ship’s engines roared to life and the cons escaped.

“Oh Primus!” the pink femme screamed as she rushed over to the smoldering form of Droct. Bumblebee was curled over him, completely unconscious, and seemed to have been melted to what was left of Droct. Arcee ran her hands in desperation over them.

Chromia and Firstar were instantly by her side. “We need a medic – NOW!” she yelled at the Autobots, not even bothering to consider the fact that she was ordering – them!

“I’m going to kill you all!” Flare-up screamed as she stared up at the con ship and started firing, tears streaming down her face.

Cliffjumper ran over to her, wrapping his arms around her. She collapsed against him, sobbing for Droct.

Ratchet and Wheeljack ran over, sliding onto their knees besides the smoking mechs. Slowly and carefully, they worked the two chassis apart. There was little left of Droct, not even his secondary processor had survived. He was just a twisted mass of melted metal and circuitry. “Doesn’t look good,” Ratchet said. His pain at losing a patient was evident by his tone.

Turning their attention to Bumblebee, whose entire front armor was melted away. His spark pulsed, easily seen in his melted circuitry. “We’ve got to get him to the med bay,” Wheeljack said as he picked the unconscious yellow mech up. Gently, he laid him inside Ratchet as the medic transformed.

Chromia picked up Droct’s remains and cradled him to her chest. The other femmes gathered around her with energon tears streaming from their optics.

“The shuttles are waiting,” Optimus said softly. His voice breaking as he felt the guilt of arriving too late.

The blue femme looked up at him. “We’ve got to take what’s left of him to his sister, it’s the only right thing we can do.”

“Leave a shuttle and some men, we’ll be back tomorrow to join you,” Firestar added. They just had to take Droct to the only remaining family he had.

Optimus put his hand on Chromia’s arm. “We will accompany you. He deserves an honorable burial.”

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