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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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**Final Day: Fresh Start 5**

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

Sharon cringed as she watched the memory file play out on her laptop’s screen. What the Decepticons did to the Autobots on a fairly regular basis was appalling! No wonder they hated each other with a passion that defied normal understanding. She glanced over at the Sideswipe clone laid out on the exam table. The emotions that the memory echoes were cuing, passing over his face plate. His digits gripped the edges of the exam table in a death hold as he sought to control himself from acting out the ancient memory that wasn’t even his own.

“Delete it,” he muttered as his optics cleared of the fog. He calmed his overheated engines as the memory was deleted. This whole process was much harder than anyone had thought it would be. They had to go through each and every memory echo he had, view them, and then delete them if he agreed to it.

Jester met Flame’s weary optics. His twin had been the first to undergo the tedious process. Together they’d decided to only keep the good memories. Those memories which involved their particular mechs, together, in a good situation…. It had seemed like the perfect plan they had thought. They would still feel the intense connection that was so dear to them – but not feel the jealousy, the deep suspicions – towards the Decepticon clones. Emotions that the clones did not deserve… Emotions caused by the actions of their mechs… Emotions that could fuel their actions without them even realizing it..

And the memory scan went further back now. Conscious thoughts fled from the cheerful red ground clone’s meta. In place of the drab steel walls of the hangar which housed them – were now the cheering mech crowd around him. He looked down into the center of the stadium. A proud smile crossing his face plate as the golden mech below struck the final blow. His opponent tapping out as he collapsed in a beaten heap of distressed metal…

His twin… A winner as always.. Sideswipe licked his glossa over his lip components as he made his way out of the crowd. Going to his store front, he opened the door. The fans would be here any astrominute now. Reaching over his tables, he straightened out a few of the little statues. Each a miniature replica of his favorite golden gladiator… Each catching Sunstreaker in the midst of one of his well-known and feared combat moves…

Picking up one of the tiny replicas, Sideswipe brought it up to optic level and studied it intently. There were no imperfections marring its gleaming surface. The color was matched perfectly, down to the very gleam in its tiny optics. This is why he sold so many of them. They were of the best of quality. Not some half-rate trash like the other merchants sold. He ran a digit lightly over its hold. Somehow it seemed alive. He could almost feel the pulse of its tiny spark.

Sideswipe looked up, scanning his tables. The tiny models seemed to move. Seemed to be looking back and up at him with expectant optics. In fact, they were all animated.. They were all alive now.. Hundreds of tiny Sunstreakers looking up at him expectantly..

Jester blinked his optics, clearing them of the fog…

“Strange, this is the first memory echo that I’ve found to be altered,” Sharon commented. She focused in on her laptop, punching in codes and researching the discrepancy. She mumbled to herself as the date modified link came up. It had been modified when the Sideswipe clone had been conscious in the factory. When the final ownership information had been downloaded into his processors…

Turning his head, the black-helmed clone watched her. “I saw a line of Sunstreaker clones. So many of them,” he said.

The older woman leaned back, rubbing the sides of her forehead as she considered this. “So you clones drifted within your memory echoes during the periods of deactivation?”

“Yeah, guess so,” Jester shrugged.

“Not much else to do. We didn’t have our own memories to go through,” Flame added. He didn’t even look up from his buffing. They’d given him the ‘reward’ of some matching touch-up paint for his cooperation with the memory echo project. So he’d immediately dabbed it on the annoying weld seams and now he was doing his best to make it all blend in. Sure he still didn’t have access to his cable, aft port or spark core – but at least he’d feel better if his chassis was all properly matching. He could deal with the lack of interface – but not being ugly!

“I wanna keep that one,” the Sideswipe clone decided. He liked that one. It was kind’ve sweet.

“So you were in the middle of this particular memory echo when they activated you to load the rest of the programs?” Sharon was now drumming her fingertips on the edge of her laptops keyboard.

“Yep, and when my optics came online, all I saw was a ton of Sunstreaker clones all around me,” he replied. Then he glanced at his preoccupied twin. “But they weren’t nearly as hot as you.”

Flame looked up, meeting Jester’s optics as a brief smile flashed over his lip components. “No one is,” he agreed before going back to his armor maintenance.

Sharon rolled her eyes as Jester chuckled. The clone was as bad as his mech counterpart. And just like Sunstreaker, only Sideswipe seemed to always find it more entertaining than annoying. At least the golden clone’s quirk made him a heck of a cosmetologist. The vision of the real mech doing the same line of work crossed her mind, and she couldn’t help but smile at the imagined grumbling’s of the other Autobots as the smug Sunstreaker forced them to lay still while he buffed them into gleaming mirrors. Yes, a mech like Sunstreaker would make life interesting in Autobot headquarters.

Her muse was rather rudely broken into by a stray thought. A stray thought so fantastic in its implication that her jaw fell slack. Jester had an imagination!?! He had purposefully modified his own memory echoes with a fanciful fantasy! “My god,” she mumbled in disbelief.

Flame turned his optics to her, his face plate beaming at the perceived compliment. Straightening his shoulder servos, he cocked his head. “I know I’m good – but god? Wow! Didn’t realize I was THAT hot,” he smirked.

“No, no, no.. I wasn’t talking about you,” Sharon corrected him. She noticed his immediate frowning pout at her words. Standing up, she went to him and wrapped her arms around his mirror-like armor. “You are gorgeous Flame. But seriously, I was talking about Jester,” she explained.

“Him?? Yeah right. He’s no God.” Flame now had a full pout going. He was on a true roll with the act. Granted, the woman was past her prime and a little too light-skinned for his tastes – but it’d be hysterical to have TC come strolling by and see HIS human all over him. Slyly, Flame glanced around. The Seeker was no where to be seen. He considered comlinking the clone. Just to pay him back a little for all those ‘dirt eater’ remarks….

“You’re just jealous,” Jester snickered. He looked quite hysterical with the top of his helm open and the datalink cable sticking out. But he didn’t care. Boldly, he blew Sharon an exaggerated kiss. “Bond just ain’t me – is he?” he teased.

“Boys!” Sharon threw her arms up in exacerbation. “Can you two think of nothing else but sex?!?”

Flame glanced over at Jester, his hand sliding down to scratch at the welds along his codpiece. “Um, nope,” he said with a big grin that exposed his shiny dental plates. “If you’d convince them we’d learned our lesson – maybe it wouldn’t be forefront in our metas.” He gave Sharon a lewd wink. His merry teasing ended abruptly as he was encircled by arms and hefted up twenty feet into the air before he even knew what had happened.

“Well, dirt eater, it’s obvious that you haven’t learned your lesson yet – now isn’t it?” a high-pitched voice whispered in his audio.

Dread filled Flame’s core. His spark pulsed wildly - For even though the Seeker had used TC’s favorite nickname for ground clones – it wasn’t TC… It was the Seeker that even the description of ‘emotionally unstable’ was far too weak to accurately describe. And there were only a few things that would set Scream off. Unfortunately for Flame, he happened to be one of them – until he had served his sentence that is.

“Uh, we were just joking around Scream, seriously, you know,” Flame stammered. He cringed as the red fech moved his hands around his waist, his fingertips now drumming lightly on his codpiece. Silently, Flame prayed that First Aid had made those welds REAL strong! Bad enough losing use of it for a while… He really didn’t relish the thought of having it ripped from his chassis.

Scream smirked, his optics gleaming wildly as he sought to control his rage. Dinobot had been working with him a lot about how to channel it into controlled aggression. He had explained in detail how his mech’s leaders had used intimidation in order to control, to create deep respect within the troops. A respect that sometimes bordered on fear….

But sometimes a little fear was good…..

Instead of smashing his fist through the clone’s welds and tearing out the offender’s cable, the Seeker remained in control of his thoughts this time. “Reeeeaaaaalllly? Just joking, hmmmmm?” his tone dropped down into a threatening purr.

“Yeah, just joking. You know how it is when you’re hard up.” Flame’s whole chassis stayed tense. Every linkage and sensor waiting for the Seeker to try and tear him apart.. The slight change in Scream’s tone, made him even more uncomfortable. He felt the Seeker force his mouth to his thin neck armor. He was going to bit him!!! Flame struggled, his optics widening in terror…

Instead, Scream licked his sensitive neck. His lip components soft as he kissed the sweetened surface…. “Hard up, hmmmm… yes I…” he sucked a bit on that tender spot before continuing, “remember those days….Mmmmmm…” He smacked his dental plates together, as if enjoying the flavor of the wax the Sunstreaker clone had been using.

Flame trembled as the unanticipated sensory stimuli washed over him. Pleasure programs initiated start up sequences. His engine idling higher in response… Forward port opening… Lubricating…. Scream’s slight sucking on his thin neck metal driving him insane with want…

Flame didn’t care if anyone was watching… Scream was one of their leaders… If he wanted him.. He could have him… He was the law – so he could bypass the rule that only beast mode mechs could satiate the perpetrators – right?

“Mmmmm, you feel so good Flame. I’d never thought about touching a Sunstreaker clone like this.” Scream rubbed his fingertips against the welded codpiece. He could hear and feel the signs of a fully activated interface network. He knew how bad the clone must be aching now. He nipped the clone’s neck again, grinding his hips seductively against that golden aft. “You must feel so good inside… So tight… Do you want me to satiate you Flame? Do you?” he whispered.

“Yeah… Fill me,” Flame arched back against the fech. Was it his imagination – or was the Seeker getting warmer? Of course he was. Flame was the most attractive clone in the Unit. Everyone wanted a piece of him – of that he was certain…

“Yell it,” Scream purred.

“But, what about?” Not that Flame wanted to argue. But he didn’t want to face repercussions from Storm. That last little flight had been a bitch on the paint job!

The Seeker ground his hips harder on his aft. “My cable’s throbbing for some action. Yell it. I want to hear you beg.”

“Seriously? All I have to do is yell? And my abstinence is over?” the Sunstreaker clone’s face plate brightened up a bit as he asked in a hopeful tone. He didn’t mind lowering himself to beg for some cable – if it meant that he got it. And his punishment was over.

Scream kissed his neck again, his digits wandering down, sinking into the clone’s ready port. “You need me. We both need it. Scream my name,” he growled.

Fully believing that the little bit of public humiliation would mean that his punishment was over; Flame began to scream out for the Seeker to slag him. To slag him so hard that he’d be satisfied. Scream urged him to yell louder. Insinuating with his touches that it made him even more excited….

Finally, with a crowd of mechs, clones and humans all looking up – Scream did as he planned. Throwing the ground clone from him, his optics flared with anger. “Why the FUCK do you think ANYONE would WANT to help you get slagged?!?” he shrieked in outrage.

Flame squealed in indignant surprise as he plummeted to the cold concrete before. He landed with a crash of metal plating. His perfectly buffed chassis totally ruined for the second time in just two days! He spit out some energon from his busted lip components as he cussed and sat up. Just in time to stare up in shock as the big ant pushed him back down on his back armor. “What the fuck do you want – you ugly beast!” Flame spat.

Inferno cocked his head, his multi-faceted optics giving Flame a curious look. “The red queen authorized me to satiate you when required,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“But I…. Oh!” Flame’s optics opened wide in disbelief as pleasure rocketed through his still-active networks.

The giant ant worked the tips of his two forward legs into the clone’s slick ports. Careful not to be too forceful as to rip the rubber sides, he rubbed the tips together within the golden clone, causing a shudder of pleasure to roll over the being. He had to admit, he’d been just as ‘hard up’ as the perpetrators claimed to be. Or maybe even harder up? After all, he hadn’t gotten much action back with the Predacons and their obnoxious queen Megatron. And since being ‘reborn’, he hadn’t gotten any either. The clones didn’t seen to be anymore attracted to him than his fellow Predacons had been. So he’d learned to satiate himself with just the satisfaction of pleasing his queens and serving the colony.

And when the red Queen had given him her orders….. Well, let’s just say Inferno had a hard time retaining his business-like composure. He’d been thrilled with the prospect of not just getting slagged once or twice – but perhaps multiple times by multiple partners over the course of their ‘punishment’. He didn’t care that they thought of it as such. He’d make them enjoy it, even if they were humiliated by it. And perhaps… Perhaps they’d come back for more on their own accord… Later, when their punishment was over…

And so he worked the tips of his two forward ant peds, knowing just how incredible that felt… The back-and-forth motion drove sensors wild… He should know – that’s how he self-satisfied his own port so often.

Flame’s hands drifted down to the ant’s second pair of legs. He tried to ignore the gathering crowd of rather curious clones. It felt incredible! So incredible! Those thin tips rubbing against each other within his port… He’d have never believed himself… As he arched his back linkages and stretched his legs far apart, locking his peds against the ant’s last set of thin legs. “Inferno…” he gasped as he shut off his optics. He couldn’t stand the gaping opened-mouth stares of the two gestalts surrounding them… He couldn’t stand for the Beast mech to stop….

“You are ready?” Inferno asked. His antennae danced over the trembling clone’s gleaming chassis with an almost reverent touch. He hadn’t expected the most beautiful of the Queens’ colony to seek his touch. He felt her watching then. Glancing up, his multifaceted optics met her gleaming crimson orbs. She had a smirk on her face plate. An expression of satisfaction for his performance…. Warmth radiated through Inferno as he activated his cable. When he pulled out his forelegs from Flame’s port, he saluted her just as he thrust into the gasping clone. “My queen!”

Flame gasped as he was filled. His port stretched painfully at first.. But the dance of those thin digits along his armor, calmed his engine… Relaxing him… Allowing his port to relax and take the organomech’s plug. He gripped Inferno’s thin second pair of legs tightly as the ant slowly rode him… His thrusts long and gentle at first… Flame didn’t want to activate his optics. He knew many were witnessing this humiliation…

…But was it truly humiliation – when it felt this good?

He felt the ant’s smooth carapace press down on him. Inferno driving his plug into him deeper… “Harder… Inferno..” Flame gasped. His hip linkages popped a bit as he wrapped his legs around the much wider organometallic insect. A slight jealousy of the Beast mechs flew over his meta. They could slag even in their alt modes! It didn’t seem fair…

“As you wish, my fellow subject,” Inferno replied. Pulling his optics from his red Queen, he shifted his forward pair of legs over Flame’s shoulder plates. With him now held securely, the ant began to pummel him mercilessly. His optics rolling up into his head as he felt the pressure build along his length.. His need growing… Overflowing…

He filled the clone’s port with his fluids. Thrusting deep into the golden chassis even as the clone went still in over load shut down. Inferno gasped for more air to cool his internal temperature as he thrust a few more times. His chassis vibrating and pulsing in time with the release of his plug’s pressure….

Collapsing on top of his partner, Inferno shook his head a bit to clear the release-induced fog. That’s when he felt the soft caress on his smooth armor. Looking up, he met the red Queen’s optics.

“Enjoyed yourself?” Scream asked with a wide smirk. He had to admit, it did feel good seeing the egomaniac humiliated and having the undervalued Beast mech given a great reward – all at the same time. And from the bemused and openly curious glances going around the two gestalt groups gathered around – Inferno’s ‘reward’ was far from over.

Inferno pulled out of the unconscious clone. His cable zipped inside his chassis as he transformed and gave the red Queen his best bow. “Yes, my Queen,” he replied.

The Seeker chuckled and smacked the ghastly looking mech on his shoulder armor. “Well done Inferno. Very well done,” he complimented before turning and strolling off.

His smile was more of a bare-dental plate snarl than a true smile, but the rather pleased Inferno nodded to Scream’s retreating form. He sure liked this colony! Not only because they were powerful enough to support many queens who were truly breeding queens – but because the Queens were actually nice to him. Not condescending and arrogant like that old Queen Megatron!

A touch on his arm brought him out of his thoughts. He glanced over and met the optics of one of the Constructicon clones. Who was giving him a very obvious look-over while he licked his glossa over his lip components…

Yes, the night was going to be enjoyable… Very enjoyable…

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Dinobot had watched from the opening of his tent. When he had realized that the Starscream clone was actually following his advice and training, a wash of pride washed over his processors. He had to admit, he’d been doubtful that a clone of that mech could learn anything about true tact, self-control and manipulation. But Scream had proven his doubts to be false. “Perhaps, grrrrrrrrrrr, he can also be taught the, ssssssssss, value of true honor,” the dinoraptor mused to himself

He had slid inside the darkness of the canvas then, returning to his own dilemma. Sitting down on the air mattress he shared with his fleshling ‘mate’, he opened and closed his talons as he studied their deadly curves. They were excellent weapons. Deadly with their razor-sharp edges… But they were not meant for pleasure.

Just as the rest of him wasn’t made for romance…. The sheer irony of his current situation had him grinding his dental plates together. His ragged dental plates cut into his own lip components, causing them to bleed with fresh energon. The metallic flavor filled his mouth as he licked his glossa across them. “It is fitting that I bleed, grrrrrrrr, instead of the soft flesh of my mate,” he growled to himself.

“You are bleeding?” a voice asked from the tent’s entrance.

“Leave me, ssssssss, it is nothing,” Dinobot snarled as he swiped the back of his talons across his cut lip components. He looked up at the familiar shape silhouetted in the open entranceway. The graceful wings angling down to the femme hips and legs seemed somehow fitting for the Seeker. The Seeker who was now proud to be both mech and femme….

Scream ducked down and entered, his digits on his teacher’s face plate before Dinobot could push him away. “But you are my teacher. My partner in the ways of the warrior.. We stand together as brothers – and brothers take care of each other,” his tone was gentle as he wiped away the energon from Dinobot’s lip components. His eve spark synched with the mech’s, sensing that the other’s troubles went far deeper than Dinobot wanted to admit.

He knelt down between Dinobot’s spread legs, his meta focused on wiping away the spilt fluids. On pressing down on the thin skin which was torn in order to staunch the flow… Dinobot tried to push him away. Tried to pull his digits from his torn lips… “Shhhhh, you keep fighting and talking, this will never stop. Then you’ll have to explain it to McCoy,” Scream smiled at his warrior mentor, “and yes, I would have you dragged – kicking and screaming – to the med area. Don’t push me.” He couldn’t help but snicker a bit. “You may be teaching me – but I’m still your superior in rank.”

The look Dinobot shot him could’ve curdled energon. But the dinoraptor wisely kept still for the few minutes it took to stop the bleeding. He breathed a sigh of relief when Scream’s digits left his face plate.

Scream sat across from him, so close that their leg armor touched. He leveled a calm stare at his teacher. “So what’s wrong?” he probed.

“Nothing is ssssssss wrong,” Dinobot snorted as he averted his optics.

“Yes there is.”

“Grrrrrrr, you are mistaken in your observations.” The Beast mech shifted uncomfortably, he didn’t like this line of questioning.

“Tell me,” Scream cocked his head and gave the mech an expectant look.

“I said grrrrrrr, there’s nothing wrong! Go pesssssster someone else with your psssssych!”

“You still can’t look me in the optic. You’re lying and you’re not good at it.” The fech rubbed his digits along the agitated mech’s leg armor. Synching his spark to Dinobot’s, he began to read the mech like an open book – without the mech realizing it.

Jerking his leg away from the sensations that Scream was causing, Dinobot snorted, “Leave me, we have no, ssssssssss, lesson today.”

“Yes we do.” Scream was reaching out with his very spark now. His meta logging in which programming areas that Dinobot was accessing within his own processor.

“Grrrrrr, you are once again mistaken. Now take leave of me,” Dinobot spun around on his aft, turning his back armor to the clone. This turned out to be the wrong tactic. He felt Scream’s hands surround him from behind. The warmth of the clone’s chassis pressing into him…

“This is a lesson I teach you today,” Scream whispered in his audio.

“I need no lesson!” Dinobot tried to pull Scream’s hands off of him. But his spark began to pulse wildly at the nearness of the clone’s strong spark field. Growling, the mech threw him off of him and moved to the far corner of his tent. “I said, leave me now – or ssssssss face the consequences!”

Scream picked himself off the floor. Rolling onto the air mattress opposite Dinobot, he gave him a big grin. “I’ll just play right here. Join me – or simply watch me. But I doubt you’ll throw me out,” he purred as he spread his legs in a sensuous manner. His port covers slipping aside as he rimmed himself with his own fingertips. “You see Dinobot, we both know you have a problem. Those talons are meant for fighting – not loving. But we can change that.” Scream pointedly sucked on one of his digits and then slipped it inside his forward port. “I know human women far better than you ever will. Let me teach you what they like,” he purred.

“What do you ssssss know of human women?!? I’ve only sssssseen you with ONE!” Dinobot challenged, but his optics were drawn to that wet port… Those black digits sliding in and out…..

Scream giggled, more like a femme than he’d ever truly realize. “I earned the nickname whore dyke back at MIT. Earned every letter with a thousand licks of my glossa against the sweet folds of a willing pussy!” By his tone, he wasn’t bragging – he was telling it like it was.

“So you are proud to be called a gggrrrrrr – whore?!? That makes no sssssense!” the Predacon curled his talon tipped digits, willing his interface nets not to react to the incessant teasing of this moraless clone. Despite his efforts, his plug was beginning to throb… Beginning to push against the confines of his protective armor…

Scream gave him a dismissive shrug. “When all there is – is peace, sex and parties – why not? Gives a clone something to look forward to.”

“Grrrrrr, you remind me of another sssssss player I once knew.” Visions of Rattrap filled Dinobot’s meta. He shook his helm, but the memory of the vermin bending over, port opened to him – just wouldn’t leave. When there’s few femmes, desperation sometimes makes a mech do things he wouldn’t otherwise do…. But his reminiscing allowed his plug to escape his control.

Scream grinned, and beckoned him to breach the distance between them. “I’ve already comm’d Petri. He’ll keep Jane busy with questions and theories for at least the next hour.”

Growling, Dinobot succumbed to his needs – both for interface and the knowledge of how to please his unexpected human mate….

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“Well, we’re ready to move out Captain!” Drew stated as he jogged by Daniel.

Daniel nodded for the two combiner teams to force the hangar doors open. And with the lighter built Beachcomber leading the way for the weighed down Hummers and trailers they now pulled – the Unit began it’s march East.

They would soon realize that the major urban centers East of them, had no use for clones. Because of the virus – clones were not welcomed, nor even allowed within sight of the few human groups they ran across.

Unwilling to abandon their family of clones and mechs, the human leaders of the Unit made the decision to turn South-Southwest. To turn back to the devastation of the continental interior and face the unpredictable bands of virus infected clones that they would run across.

Inferno, Rumble and Dinobot proved invaluable as they marched. Their lust for battle and conflict – giving the clones a much needed morale boost… Inferno’s ant instincts taught the forward scouts of the Unit how to scavenge for supplies efficiently and thoroughly…

Working together, the Unit not only survived through the first terrifying volcanic winter – but added to their numbers as they ran across confused sparked clones and the occasional starving human survivor…..

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Note: This is the end of my portion of the New Era…. Book three is already being worked out… (Damn these plot bunnies! Damn them!!)
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