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***Mentors 8***

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

Sharon twiddled the ring on her finger as she sat in front of her PC. The ceremony had been beautiful over at her brother’s home, and now in a strange sense she was ‘married’ again. Granted, this ‘man’ never would leave her for a young broad. She thought with a smile. True, she’d dedicated her life to developing and studying ‘artificial intelligence’ – but she’d never imagined that she’d end up married to a machine. But hey, stranger things could happen.

Well, time to do what she’d been meaning to do for several months now. Regardless of what her brothers thought, she was damned curious about this energy adaptation thing that was happening in five percent of the clones. Even though it seemed insignificant, the researcher in her was just fascinated. So who better to discuss this with – than another scientist?

Turning on her vid cam link, she typed in the address to the Autobot switchboard. Blaster’s ever-cheerful face came on the screen.

“Well how-ya-doing Professor?” he asked.

Geese, why did she always feel like she was calling a radio talk show when she talked with him? Sharon thought. “I’m fine, and yourself?”

“Except for some Decepticreep nasties, doing great! So what can I do for you today?” He leaned forward, his optics leaving the screen momentarily. Obviously he was transferring some other communications while he talked with her. A true master of multi-tasking!

“Can you transfer me to Perceptor?” she replied.

“Wish I could but he’s on some highly-classified mission right now. Won’t be back for a looooonnnnggg time,” he replied with a shrug. Again, he looked down, his fingers working the keyboard as he transferred some other Autobot communications.

“Oh, then transfer me to Ratchet please.” Surely the main medic would have a general idea about the energy adaptations?

“No can do. He, First Aid and Wheeljack are busy patching up everyone at one of our outposts. Had a little, shall we say, ‘incident’ recently,” Blaster replied with a shrug.

Ok, well that pretty much covered everyone she could think of asking. With a sigh, Sharon figured she’d just try back at a later date. “Well thanks anyway Blaster. I’ll try some other time.”

“No problem! Blaster out!” he quipped as he disappeared from her screen.

Sharon sighed and stood up. Well, perhaps her brothers were right? Since it didn’t interfere with the clones’ functions – did it really matter?

Just then, her house rocked with the roar of jet engines. Recognizing the sound, Sharon wasn’t the least bit surprised when she heard her two Seeker clones jabbering happily. They did like visits from the mechs they were cloned from. It was like they somewhat idolized them! Pulling her jacket on, she strode downstairs. Sure enough, all of her clones were staring out the front windows in total awe.

“Jester, Jag – you two stay inside and don’t let him see you,” she ordered.

Jester’s face became downcast. “Why? I want to meet him too!”

Jag shrugged as he went and sat down. “She probably ordered us to, since Decepticons wouldn’t be happy to see us,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“But… But.. We’re just clones!” Jester whined.

Scream grabbed him by his arm and dragged him over to Jag. “But this is Starscream. He’d squish you just because you have those insignias on,” he explained.

“Scream’s right. He’s the second-in-command and he REALLY hates Autobots!” TC added.

“But .. We’re clones not Autobots! And the Autobots don’t hate you two. I saw that screensaver of you sitting on Prowl’s shoulder!!” Jester whined as he glared at TC. He crossed his arms in a huff.

“You two stay right there on that couch – period!” Sharon barked as she and the two Seeker clones went out the door. As they came outside, she put her biggest smile on as she looked up into the mech’s red optics. She also made sure to curl her fingers around Scream’s. She knew how much it seemed to please the Decepticon Seeker that she apparently preferred his clone to others. TC also understood this, so he stood in the background. A little ‘ego petting’ was good around the temperamental Decepticons.

A self-satisfied smirk crossed Starscream’s face as he saw his clone hand-in-hand with the Professor. “Ah, I see his performance is still satisfactory. Which is indicative of MY clones,” he noted in a rather smug tone.

“Very. I must say he is one of the most intelligent of the clones as well,” Sharon replied, seamlessly stroking the arrogant Seeker’s already large ego.

“Hmmmm, a wise choice of purchases for one of your – caliber,” the Decepticon noted.

Well, if he was actually complimenting her, it meant he was up to something. Sharon thought. She’d dealt with these cons long enough to be able to figure them out. And since Blaster had mentioned some ‘activity’ going on between the two groups, apparently the ‘unofficial ceasefire’ that had gone on since the start of clone production had ended. It wouldn’t be long before Megatron tried to initiate that Trojan horse. “So what can I do for you today Commander Starscream?” she asked, knowing how he LOVED to be called that.

His smirk became a smile at her choice of references to him. Yes, one day he would be supreme Commander. One day… And this intelligent woman already seemed to be anticipating that! First by choosing one of his clones, then by using his future title! Yes, he liked this human. Perhaps he’d allow her to live after they’d conquered Earth? She could be his ‘pet’. “I require information.”

“What type?” she asked. She just hoped it wasn’t too highly secret.

“Numbers, my dear Professor. Sales figures,” he replied as he knelt down. He smirked as the two Seeker clones stared up at him in total idolization. Yes, one day he’d command an army of them!

Ah, so they were worried about the numbers of Autobot clones then? Now that their military clones were being ‘tested’ on almost every human military base, they were itching to take control of them. Before there was an equal number of Autobot clones. Since she was involved in both companies, it made sense that they’d come to her for information. She had no qualms about giving it. Granted, she’d just email her brothers as well as Blaster the second Starscream left to warn them all.

But…. Perhaps there was some information Starscream could help her with in exchange? He had built the Combaticons, so he did have knowledge of energy systems. Yes, she’d demand information for information. To the Decepticon it would seem like standard business. Since they were so accustomed to blackmail! So she crossed her arms as she stared up at the Air-Commander. “Perhaps I will give you that information – but you have to give me some as well.”

He narrowed his optics, a scowl replacing his smirk. “You dare to make demands on me! You pathetic flesh creature!” he snarled.

She smiled, nodding for her two Seeker clones to back off slightly. “Oh no, I wouldn’t think of doing such a thing. But there is a curiosity developing in my Scream clone. And, well, with your incredible level of intellect – I had hoped you’d explain it to me.”

His optics widened back to normal. So there was something going on with HIS clone model? Now he was interested as well. “What is this ‘curiosity’?” he demanded to know.

Scream stepped forward, allowing the Seeker to curl his digits around him and lift him up. “This is what she’s curious about,” he explained as he opened the access panel over his primary core. A red glow emanated from within as the tendrils of wild energy fluxed over the core. Pulsing almost like a heartbeat.

Starscream stared at the bared core. He easily recognized the fact that it looked like a wild spark. But these clones couldn’t have sparks! They weren’t sparked by Vector Sigma! He narrowed his optics, realizing that this meant that this clone would be considered ‘sentient’ under Cybertronian law. Granted, it still wouldn’t stop Megatron’s plan on using them. And, well, Starscream didn’t really care about the clones either. But this was information he could potentially use in the future. He glanced down at the Professor. She was sharp, but obviously had no clue about sparks. And it was in his best interest for her not to know. “How many of the clones have developed this?” he asked.

She shrugged, “We estimate about five percent.”

Starscream put his clone back down. “It is nothing but an energy adaptation to the combination of human and Cybertronian technologies. Nothing to concern yourselves with…” he said with a dismissive shrug. Then he looked at her full-on. “I have given you your information – now give me mine,” he demanded.

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“Yes, I gave them the information. It is already reported to the Federal Trade Commission since these are publicly traded companies,” Sharon replied to the face on her computer screen. It wasn’t like she’d given the Decepticons top-secret information or anything.

Ultra Magnus frowned as he realized that it was public information. But at least the Professor was being open to both sides about her business dealings. Well, he hoped more with his side than with the opposing side. “We must talk in a more secure setting, I will be over shortly. Magnus out.”

Sharon walked down the stairs after shutting her computer off. “Well guys, looks like we’re going on a little trip,” she told her clones.

Jester looked up from the computer game he was playing. “Really? Where?”

“Autobot City I would assume,” she replied. She walked to the kitchen, throwing some instant coffee into her weekend bag. That’s when she heard the tap-tap of dancing clone feet. Turning around, she smiled at the Sideswipe clone.

“So we’re going to see real mechs!?! REALLY SEE THEM!?!” he exclaimed as he grabbed her and spun her in his arms. “Can I bring my magic stuff?!? Can I?” he asked, his optics pleading with her to say yes.

She nodded, figuring the real Sideswipe might get a kick out of his clone. He did have quite the sense of humor, though it seemed magnified in his clone. The clone’s happy smile got bigger and he ran up to his room.

“Looks like he’s happy,” Jag dryly noted. The red ground clone had banged into him on his run to his room, and now the stoic Prowl clone rubbed it.

“Aren’t you even the least bit excited to meet Prowl?” Scream asked. He cocked his head and looked at his partner curiously. True, he liked the guy because he was calm and predictable. But seriously, he wasn’t excited at all?!?

“No, he’s just another mech,” Jag replied with a shrug. He walked to the living room and saw a big blue semi car-carrier pulling up the neighborhood street. He scanned his data banks, identifying the vehicle as Ultra Magnus, commander of Autobot City. “Well, looks like our ride is here,” he yelled.

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“Oh WOW!” Jester exclaimed as the mech transformed. “Dude is HUGE!” his neck linkages hurt a bit since he had to crane his head in order to look up at the mech.

“Oh, isn’t he cute!” a female voice said.

Jester looked behind him in surprise, then up. A female Autobot had accompanied the commander. She was quite pretty painted all in pink! He grinned as his data banks identified her as Arcee. “You want to see some magic tricks?” he asked with a hopeful smile.

Arcee knelt down, offering her open hand for the Sideswipe clone to step onto. She stood up and showed him to Ultra Magus. “Isn’t he cute in the clown makeup?” she asked.

“Well, always suspected that Sideswipe was meant to be in a circus. This just confirms my suspicions,” Ultra Magnus replied, and then he knelt and began to talk with Dr. Trakersly.

“Well I think you’re cute. So what’s your designation little one?” Arcee asked the clown-painted clone.

“Jester,” he replied, looking up at her in wonder. He knew the real mechs were big. Just didn’t realize HOW big! Or how pretty for that matter…

“Very suitable name it would seem,” a green mech noted. He’d landed and come up behind Arcee, laying a hand on her shoulder as he studied the miniature twin of Sideswipe standing in her hand.

Well now Jester had two to amuse. So with flair, he pulled off his magician’s hat and showed them some tricks. Arcee giggling the whole time, and Springer wishing he had a video camera in order to embarrass the real mech prankster.

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“So, we have clones on every military base being ‘tested’ hmmm? Perfect…” Megatron said. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the coming chaos. The timing was perfect indeed. For most of the Autobots were out of Earth’s solar system on a wild goose chase for Decepticon squadrons which were assaulting outpost after outpost. Turning away from Starscream, he strode over to Soundwave and put a hand on his shoulder armor. “Initiate Trojan horse sequences in five-thousand astroseconds,” he ordered.

Starscream smirked as he walked off. Something told him that the Professor knew much more than she let on. And for some reason he doubted that Megatron’s newest scheme would work. True, he’d love to be there to gloat at his commander’s predictable failure, but he didn’t want to be blamed for it either. Let his perfect little soldier, Soundwave, take that blame. After all, he was the one who’d come up with the Trojan Horse program in the first place. A program that Starscream was quite sure had already been disabled by the creative humans.

No, the Air Commander had bigger fish to fry. He had to figure out how the slaggin’ clones had developed sparks. Yes, if he could figure that out – then he could use the knowledge to create an entire army of mechs without Vector Sigma! An entire army loyal to him!! And he’d take over the Decepticons, defeat the Autobots, and become supreme ruler of the Galaxy! Yes, Megatron thought so small. Let him screw up again. It would just make the other Decepticons see how worthless a leader he was… Yes…

Not even noticing that his Air Commander had disappeared, Megatron sat down in the commander’s chair. He drummed his fingers as he waited for the Decepticon signal to trigger the Trojan horse. Yes, tens of thousands of Decepticon clones were awaiting his order. His order to destroy! To annihilate the pathetic humans and attack the Autobots! His mouth watered at the thought that his conquest of Earth was near…

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“You were right Professor. A signal on Decepticon frequencies has been observed,” Prowl noted as he stared at the consol and the data stream.

“So that’s why my meta freagin’ hurts?” TC asked him. Like usual, he had plopped himself on the mech’s shoulder. He knew it annoyed him. But it was funny.

“Yep dumbass, that’s why our meta’s hurt. But there’s no program now to initiate – we’re free from the fuckers!” Scream replied. He looked around Prowl’s helm at his brother clone with a victorious grin on his face.

Ultra Magnus shook his head. The vision of mini-twins of Starscream and Thundercracker sitting on his officer’s shoulder armor was still quite disconcerting. One day he hoped to get used to it. “So no clones have been affected?” he asked in a hopeful tone.

TC whizzed up from Prowl’s shoulder, and tucked himself in between Ultra Magnus’s shoulders and his helm. “Nope. We’ve got the original deletion program and it worked. Most of the others have the newer version…”

“Which should keep them from even feeling this darned buzz in their meta!” Scream grumbled as he smacked the side of his helm a few times. “And how long before the damned thing stops?” he griped.

“Knowing the Decepticons, not long,” Blaster informed him.

“Well, congratulations Professor. But I do think it would be advisable for you to stay within Autobot City for a few days,” Ultra Magnus said as he reached up and curled his fingers around the Thundercracker clone. He brought the clone to his face and locked optics with him. “And perhaps you need to learn to ASK before you land on us?”

TC cocked his head and grinned, not afraid in the least of the giant. He snickered as Scream flew up and landed on the top of Ultra Magnus’s helm.

“What? Don’t you like us Mags?” Scream snickered. He was sitting on his aft, his legs spread and thrusters dangling over the front of the big mech’s helm. He knew it made a rather ridiculous image – which is exactly what he intended. Something inside him just gave him the urge to show some superiority to the larger mechs. Even though he knew damn well that he WASN’T superior! But heck, why NOT do it? It was fun, and made Sharon smile – and most of the other mechs as well. And since this was the biggest mech – well, that was icing on the cake!

“Ya Mags – don’t you like them?” Sideswipe quipped with a smirk on his face as he entered the command center. He loved that new nickname the Starscream clone had just coined for the commander. That and the digital pic he’d just snapped were going to make things really, really funny! He glanced at the little red ground clone in the clown makeup perched on his own shoulder, giving the little guy a wink. He LIKED the little clone of himself! The little guy was hysterical!

Ultra Magnus silently groaned in resignation, just knowing that he’d see this image replace Prowl’s embarrassing photo as the primary screensaver. Not letting the blue clone go, he was just reaching up with his other hand to grab the red one of his head when the communications console activated. The big mech sighed, now he had the visual of Optimus Prime looking directly at him…

Optimus tried not to notice the mini Starscream sitting on top of his best officer’s helm. The little fragger even had the same slag-eating cocky grin on his face that the real Seeker got! Did these clones have even the slightest lick of respect for mechs in them?!? “From the looks of it, the chaos has been averted?” he stated more than asked.

TC extracted himself from Magnus’s hand and hoped down in front of the vid link. “Yep, told you my wife’s the best programmer in the whole Galaxy!” he said with a proud smirk as he swaggered back and forth.

His reference to the Professor as his ‘wife’ made every mech mouth hang agape. Both in the Autobot City command center – and in Cybertron Autobot Headquarters….

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“What do you mean it didn’t work?!?” Megatron shrieked as he slammed Soundwave against the far wall. “You assured me that the Trojan Horse was undetectable! You fool!”

He kicked the cowering officer several times. In rage, he activated his cannon and blew up the communications console.

For an entire cycle, everyone hid from the enraged leader. He stormed through the base, clobbering any mech he could lay his hands on. He was surrounded by pathetic mechs.. Incompetent mechs… Greatness impeded by incompetency!

… Finally, he calmed down a bit. Going back to his quarters he laid down to defrag….

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“Soundwave, we need to talk,” Starscream said as he entered the communication officer’s quarters.

“I have nothing to say to you, leave my quarters,” Soundwave growled as he drank some energon. He looked a wreck, having taken the worst of Megatron’s anger. His armor was battered; one side of his visor was smashed. And worst of all, he’d have to wait until Hook got back from his mission to get repaired! The only thing NOT damaged was his face. Which had been protected from the assault by his mask..

Starscream slid in, letting the door slide shut behind him. In a swift motion he had grabbed the damaged mech and slammed him up against the wall. Pressing his chassis against him and making him grunt in pain. “What if I have a way for you to redeem yourself, hmmmm? A way to rid that planet of the pestilence?” he whispered so softly the mech could barely even hear him. “What?! You don’t want me anymore Soundwave?!? I’m disappointed,” he exclaimed in a very loud voice. The sound of metal smacking metal filled the room as he bucked his codpiece against him.

Soundwave studied the treacherous Seeker, not trusting him as far as he could throw him. But.. He would like to destroy those humans who had made him a fool! His silent anger went far beyond just want to get in Megatron’s good graces again, he wanted revenge.. He wanted to destroy every last flesh creature. He nodded to the Seeker to continue..

The red Seeker made a show of looking around, as if they were being listened to. Then he took his bared lips roughly. The room now filled with the sounds of passion.

Soundwave allowed it, knowing the game all too well. Megatron didn’t leave anything to chance; all of their quarters were wire tapped. In fact, he was the one in charge of installing it! But the Lord usually quit listening in disgust when two mechs bonded. And as the red Seeker’s fingers opened his spark chamber while they moaned as one, Soundwave opened both of their data link ports and connected a link between them. Even as pleasure raced through his nets from the Seeker’s caressing fingers on his spark chamber, he gathered information. And fully agreed with Starscream’s idea!

Yes, under Megatron’s olfactory sensor, he would create a new program that would infect both Autobot and Decepticon clones. A program that would cause them to go blindly berserk! And once he had finished developing it, he would release it and take full credit for the chaos. Yes, it would be him, Soundwave, who destroyed the Earth!

Soundwave smirked as the red Seeker left his quarters. True, he needed Starscream to infect the first group of clones with the program he’d create. But that was all. And when Starscream was off on that mission, Soundwave would whisper in Megatron’s audios. Make sure that his Lord knew that he’d come up with the idea all on his own!

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