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Finding the Good Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 3165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Future Life

Hunter reactivated her optics as she rebooted. She felt the weight of the black and white mech on top of her, his engines purring in idle as he slept. Looking down at his helm lying against her cockpit, she enjoyed the look of innocence upon his sleeping face. Running her fingertips along his facial structures, she was quite pleased that she owned this handsome mech. Even though he was the typical weak mech of this dimension, certain attributes such as his looks and his intelligence would now be passed on to his sparklings.

She smiled as she remembered her sire. He had been the strongest, most aggressive of the functioning Decepticons. He had also been one of the most attractive. Yes, she had prided herself in always being the top of her class, of being his favorite. For as Starscream’s favorite daughter, the Galaxy had seemed to be at her fingertips. Since Galvatron’s demise, the red Seeker was the con commander. He was the ultimate soldier. And she had been everything he’d ever hoped to have in an offspring.

She valued her sire’s opinion far more than that of her grandsire, Optimus Prime; for though Prime was truly the stronger of the two, he had the emotional weakness so typical of the Autobots. In fact, Hunter tried to think of herself as a pure Earth mech X Decepticon spark. She had always striven to be the best warrior she could be, for one day she hoped to take her father’s position.

Looking back down at the sleeping Autobot she held, she chuckled as she considered the sheer irony of it all. Here she was, the best Guardian ever produced, and Primus had thrust her into a dimension full of weak mechs. She had briefly considered following her grandmother’s first example; infiltrating the con ranks and assassinating Megatron in order to take over. But then she’d forever be bothered with dealing with the pathetic cons in the ranks. And that was far beneath her. So now she would follow Raptor’s second example. She would build a separate mech Nation from scrap. Make it so powerful that neither faction would dare attack.

And these broken Autobots were the perfect mechs to use. They were too ashamed to face their comrades, and even the small amount of pain that they suffered by her hands, paled in comparison to what she had ‘rescued’ them from. So they’d be loyal. And as they learned the true superiority of her and their offspring, and realized that she’d been sent here to protect their factions’ worthless chassis’ from the threat of Primus’ own brother. They’d be more than thrilled to help, to continue breeding.. Granted, they had no choice in the matter anyway.

Thinking about their next stop at the Insecticons’ base in order to pick up the supplies in order to begin construction on the new Seekers’ chassis, she considered the slaves that they had there. She’d enjoyed each one of them on different occasions, and though they weren’t as attractive as Mirage, they were just as broken. Now that she had copied all of Mirage’s memories, she knew exactly who those slaves had once been, and they all had something to offer her. Sliding out from under the sleeping mech, she went back to the pilot’s seat. Yes, perhaps she’d purchase more slaves. For Raptor herself had had double the number of sparklings that first time, because she had bonded with two different Cybertronians in a short time span. But not before she tested Mirage, made sure that he was forever loyal….

Hunter grinned to herself. Yes, the more she produced in the shortest period of time, the better… She’d purchase those slaves soon.. And when these Autobots found out she was carrying their future sparklings, they’d be linked to her even stronger than bond mates.. Autobots were such suckers for sparklings…

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Mirage slowly rebooted, the sensation of having released his pent-up energy causing a tickling of energy to course through his nets. Sure, she’d been a little mean to him. But she had just been reminding him of his position right? The ability to have found some release had made it all worth it. Sensing that he now lay alone, he slowly reactivated his optics. He slowly stretched, enjoying the fact that he only felt minimal soreness now, not the sheer agony of the day cycle to day cycle life he’d had amongst the cons.

“About time you reactivated,” Hunter said as she looked down at him. She was at her customary position at the pilot’s station.

He nodded, slowly sitting up. Fishing around him, he found his codpiece and latched it back in place. “Thank you Hunter,” he said softly as he stood up.

She studied him intently with her swirling optics, the shade being more amber. Mirage was beginning to understand the color change they went through and amber always meant she was in a calm mood, which was good for him. He gave her his biggest and most appreciative smile.

Cocking her head as she studied him, she found it highly amusing that the Autobot would thank her for the pain and then give her his biggest smile. Perhaps it was his attempt to please her? Whatever the case; she just nodded and motioned him to sit back on the consol in front of her.

His smile lessened as she seemed to just shrug it off. But, reminding himself that she was just a hardened bounty hunter, he still considered himself lucky to have been purchased by her. Life was better, even if she had to give him ‘lessons’ here and there. If she actually allowed him some release too, it made it more than worth the temporary pain. Sitting in front of her, he wondered if they were going to do the whole scenario again. He was still sore, but he’d done multiple cons when he’d hurt far worse, so he knew he could do it if she asked.

“Give me your left arm,” she ordered.

Not sure what she was going to do, he extended his left arm and laid it across the consol. She studied the precise cut that Hook had made so long ago, and then proceeded to remove his armor. As she began to trace his nets with her fingertips to find where they’d been cut, Mirage’s optics widened. Not only did she know exactly where his cloak chip was located, she knew how they’d deactivated it! Was she going to repair the damage? And why?

Pulling some coils of wires out of her side bay, Hunter went about repairing the damaged net. She wanted him to be able to cloak, for that would make him even more useful to her. And at the same time, she installed a small locater chip, just in case he ever considered getting his spirit back and leaving her company. Finishing up, she closed and latched his protective armor and patted his arm. “Test it,” she simply ordered.

He winked out and in several times. Finally, sitting uncloaked on the console, he gave her one of his meek smiles again and said “thank you.”

She nodded dismissively. “Let me show you something Autobot. You know I can still see you in infrared, but can you see me?” And then she winked out.

Mirage scanned with all available sensors. He couldn’t even spot her with radar! His optics widened in total shock. For even cloaked, he could be detected with both infrared and radar. “H.. how.. Why.. why can’t I detect you at all?” he stammered. Tensing as he expected a backhand to send him flying across the room for his question.

Her disembodied voice just laughed arrogantly. “Because I’m the future Mirage. I do not have the weaknesses that your mechs have,” she informed him. Winking back into sight, she gave him a smug look.

He bit his lip in fear of asking her, but he just had to know. “Who built you Hunter? You are so advanced…”

She leaned back, crossing her arms and looking down her olfactory sensor at him. “Another weakness of you mechs - I was not truly built, I was born,” she stated flatly. Her swirling optics bore into his, saw his weakness as a Cybertronian forever dependant on Vector Sigma.

“Born? We’re not born…” he stammered. He didn’t understand, mechs were built and then given their sparks by Vector Sigma. They weren’t ‘born’.

She snickered derisively, “I’m not of this pathetic dimension. I’m from a dimension where mechs can truly join their sparks and create new ones.” She leaned forward, drawing him into her tale. “We are not programmed like you. We think and learn independently. We have creativity, true imagination. We are not limited to a faction. We live separately.”

“You’re not bots or cons?” he asked timidly. He’d always thought the bounty hunter was a former con because of her personality. She was harsh, cruel and seemed to enjoy other’s pain. The typical Decepticon personality! But on the other hand, she did take contracts from both sides. Which even an estranged con wouldn’t do…

She snorted, “Although we take mates from one side or another and call the factions ‘allies’ – we are neither. We answer only to Primus. We are his Guardians; we protect your pathetic factions from the terror that is his brother.”

He was blown away. Everything she’d said made no sense to the logic bound Cybertronian, yet from all his observations of her distinct differences from them, she had to be speaking the truth. But if she was protecting them, why did she sit by while bot after bot was enslaved and tortured? “If you are our protector, then why do you support the enslavement?” he asked. He cringed as she stood up swiftly, thinking she’d hit him for that question.

She merely laughed hysterically, “We don’t protect you fools from yourselves. We protect the Galaxy itself from enslavement.”

His lip trembled; he guessed it would make sense for Primus to stay out of the civil war. It wasn’t his fault that they couldn’t get along. But she’d said that the Guardians took mates from one side or the other did that mean??? His optics got huge as he realized why she’d let him find some release. She said that they joined sparks in order to produce new sparks.. And he had joined his spark fully with hers, within her.. Did that mean she was now carrying new sparks that were half him?!? “Are you carrying new sparks – from… from me?” he stammered in disbelief.

She nodded as she studied his reaction. “You shall be one of the sires of the Guardian Nation that we shall build; a mech Nation separate from both factions, but so advanced and powerful that neither faction will ever dare mess with us.”

He chewed on her words. He was ‘one of the sires’? Then who would be the other sires? “Who are the other sires?” he asked softly. Perhaps this new Nation could create some kind of peace? Maybe he’d see Cybertron again? He felt the old familiar homesickness rise within him..

She shrugged dismissively at his question, “Whomever Primus leads me too. He demands the spark pool to have diversity.” Turning her head towards him as she plugged in coordinates; she scanned him with her optics. “As I’ve sought to teach you Mirage, the life of a bounty hunter is hard – more so when your ultimate quarry is evil itself and your Commander is your God. You will learn..” she promised as she nodded for him to leave.

Wandering to one of the empty quarters, he lay on the berth and put his hands behind his helm as he mulled it all over. So she was going to produce more Guardians like her? And he would not be the only sire. Perhaps… Perhaps he could convince her to consider ‘rescuing’ more bots from con slavery and use them instead of cons? But was this life truly freedom? It was better than con slavery to be sure…. Mirage thought as he looked out the window into the star-filled cosmos. Perhaps she’d eventually allow them to be truly free again? Once they had helped her build this new nation… Perhaps… But could he ever leave Sparklings that were half him? Would he ever be truly able to leave the hardened bounty hunter and his own offspring?

But then he considered Hunter and all she had been through. Could he blame her for being this cold? If he was suddenly uprooted and thrown into a dimension not his own – never to see his home again – wouldn’t he be cold and bitter inside as well? Would he be able to follow Primus’s orders and take multiple mates – to actually produce sparklings with? He felt pity well up within him for the temperamental Seeker. But then his meta swooned at the mere idea that he was now somehow like the revered Vector Sigma… He could create life!... Life! And it was growing within the silver-tipped Seeker…

Swallowing hard, he made a promise to himself. He’d never leave his sparklings without his protection, and somehow he’d find that spark of gentleness that he knew must be hidden within the bitter femme… It had to be there.

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Please review…. Mirage is beginning to wonder if all this was worth it… Does anyone care?...LOL
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