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Chapter contributed by : Pax

Prime Objective Part 8

Pax

Generation 1

Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro and “Market Commodity” is the child of StSE

A.N. Huge Thanks to StSE for betaing, not to mention coming up with the concept! Thanks for letting me play with the verse!

Also I really appreciate the reviews and the fact that Orion is coming off the way I want him to.

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“Orion, you do realize that that would be a BIG step.” Kylie moved to sit on his bed with him, taking his hand.

“Of course I understand,” he reassured, rubbing his thumb along her hand. “And I think it would be helpful to have another clone,” he murmured, looking her directly in the eyes so that she knew he was serious.

Kylie frowned deeply, wondering what exactly had caused this change. “Orion…” she sighed, knowing that look. He wasn’t going to let up on this if past experiences were anything to go by. “If you feel the same way later on, then we’ll get another clone,” she conceded. Her lover would more than likely forget about the second clone within the next few days, at the most a week, when he remembered how much he hated sharing.

Orion scowled, finally nodding when she showed no signs of budging. It would probably be a few more days before Ratchet allowed him out of the med bay anyways. That should give him some time to examine the mechs around the base and decide who’s clones would be the best choices regarding their soon to be newest addition to the family. It wasn't intelligent to just go blindly into any situation. He got a playful glint in his optics, pulling her down on top of him, enjoying her previously absent warmth.

"Eep!" Kylie glared at her clone, attempting to desperately wriggle away, deep blush growing over her features. "Orion! Not here!" she hissed, slapping his shoulder when his arm just wrapped tighter around her.

"Not like it's illegal," he purred softly, face plate disappearing. He pulled her up so that he could kiss her neck, smirking at the marks that were already appearing.

"It's not appropriate!" Kylie chastised, attempting to pinch him, a futile thought in and of itself really.

“You make it sound like you don’t like it,” he purred, pulling her closer, rubbing circles on her lower back.

“You’re supposed to be healing!” More smacking ensued, though it was far more playful this time as he finally loosened his hold a bit.

“A-hem.”

Both froze and looked up. Kylie felt like she was about to die as she glanced up at the femmes. Though they didn’t seem nearly as disgusted as most of the mechs were with the situation, instead they seemed to be more fascinated than anything else.

“H-Hello…” She smacked Orion one last time before rolling off, whole body burning with humiliation. She slapped his hand again when he attempted to reach for her, reading the difference in the body language. She glared at him, moving further away. “C-Can we help you?” she wondered as she gazed up at the four gathered Cybertronians.

Moonracer burst into louder giggles, looking between Chromia and Arcee playfully. “Think that’s what Prime is really like?” she whispered, causing the other two to burst into laughter as well.

Firestar shook her head, bending down to examine the little mech clone. “Well, aren’t you interesting?” she teased in her slight drawl. “I was wondering what Elita was teasing Optimus about. You are one cute little clone now, aren’t cha?”

Orion soon had a blush that rivaled his lover’s. “W-Well I-I…!” He tensed as more laughter greeted his response with more cooing. He shot Kylie a desperate look, attempting to reach for her for comfort.

Kylie, who could never deny her clone a rescue, moved to sit on the bed with him again, taking his hand.

“So this doesn’t make you uncomfortable?” she wondered, gazing up at the femmes in wonder. “It seemed like the others couldn’t get out of the room fast enough when we were together…” She was even more confused when the femmes laughed softly.

“They would be, wouldn’t they?” Chromia snorted playfully. “Ironhide about had a glitch when he first learned about this plan, I heard.” She winked at the little human. “WE are far more interested in what our mechs are like when all the pomp and rules are pulled away. Optimus is one of the most restrained mechs we know so seeing him, or at least a part of him the way that Elita can see him…It helps us understand a bit more.” The blue femme shrugged.

Kylie wondered at that, glancing at Orion. Was that what they were to Cybertronians? Less inhibited versions of themselves? What they would be like if everything was stripped away and they were left staring at the metaphorical naked version of who they were? She could understand the fascination then. Everyone always wanted to know what the people they knew would be like without their masks or barriers, especially those who made it a point of putting them up.

“That and he really is darling!” Moonracer broke in, winking at the two playfully. She laughed louder when Orion moved to hide behind Kylie like a little child hiding behind their mother’s skirts.

“You lot had better not be bothering my patients!” The femmes looked over, all adopting a look that would have made cherubim envious.

“Us, Ratchet?” Moonracer tilted her head, fluttering her optics at him.

“Yes. You.” The cantankerous medic pointed out the door. “Don’t you all have a mission to get ready for?” he questioned rhetorically.

The group groaned at the reminder, Moonracer even going so far as to stick out her glossa childishly, as they headed out of the med bay.

“We’ll come back later!” The aqua green femme called out as Chromia pushed her out playfully. “First we gotta go rip up the town!” Kylie fought to laugh along with the femmes as she heard them transform. She was almost jealous.

“No they won’t,” the medic snorted, coming back to his patient and guest. “And what exactly are you doing?” He raised an optic brow at the clone that still hadn’t stopped hiding behind his master.

Orion stared at Ratchet with a deer in a headlights gaze, feeling humiliation flow over him. He knew he shouldn’t be showing weakness like that, especially in front of mechs like Ratchet. He looked up when Kylie took his hand, managing a weak smile when she squeezed it reassuringly.

“We were speaking with them, I was sure you saw that.” Kylie glared slightly at the medic, leaning against Orion, feeling a bit vindicated at the way the medic flinched. The way he questioned her clone just now made her a bit feisty. “And if my clock is right you already did your checks, so you don’t need anything with Orion. So do you mind if we have some privacy?” If Kylie had to say one thing it was that she definitely preferred the company of the femmes to mechs.

Ratchet turned his glare on the human, not liking her commanding tone at all. He crossed his arms as he stared her down warningly, waiting for the human to back down. He was not to be disrespected. Especially in his own med bay! And from a human! He didn’t allow it from the Lamborghini twins, and if he wouldn’t take it from two mechs who rip him apart with their bare servos…Well, that was that.

“Woah…Did I interrupt something?” Jazz began to quickly back out of the med bay, finding it was several degrees colder than the rest of hall. He glanced between the chief medical officer and tiny human. His visor widened when the little Prime clone behind his mistress bristled, almost glaring at him as he wrapped an arm around his owner’s waist, no longer burying himself in her shadow. The special ops saboteur felt a bit of amusement flow through him as he recognized the posture from long ago when Prime had seen Sideswipe and Sunstreaker flirting with Elita. The tiny guy saw him as a threat to his love life. He attempted not to snigger and shook his head. He didn’t know if he should feel honored for being able to elicit such a reaction from an effigy of his leader. He returned his attention back to his CMO, visor glinting in a much more amused light than it had before.

“No,” Ratchet snapped, glaring slightly at the woman again. He returned his attention to Jazz. “What is it?”

“Just wanted to give ya a heads up. Twins decided to try teaching the Dinobots jet judo another shot…” The saboteur thanked Primus his alt mode wasn’t Italian at the look of pure, vicious, uncontrollable rage that covered the medic’s face, his spark chilling when it turned to a blank mask.

“I’ll prepare.” Jazz’s spark chilled at the calm voice and he nodded to the two guests then skedaddled out of the room, not wanting to be anywhere near the fallout.

Orion winced as he heard the Ratchet beginning to fumble with his tools and held Kylie closer. He had a really bad feeling that this was not going to be pretty…

**

It was a two weeks after that little incident that Ratchet felt it safe to release Orion back into the world, the clone beyond thankful when he did too. He hadn’t liked it there, except when the femmes came to visit, but that had been few and far between after a while as they got sucked into missions and the like. He rubbed his hand along Kylie’s arm as they watched the roads pass. He was glad to be back home with his lover, even if she had kept questioning him on his decision to get another clone. It had taken him another week before he fully convinced her that he was serious, even stating that that was what he wanted for a Christmas present. That had stopped her from fighting it so much, even then she did venture the question every now and then. Quite frankly it was starting to get on his nerves a bit.

“Yes Kylie,” he mumbled, running his servo up and down her arm as they navigated through the city, attempting to find the clone warehouse. “I’m sure.” He took her face as they stopped at a red light, dark blue optics gazing into her’s with the same defiance that he had gazed at Megatron with. She was not going to fight him on this anymore. “So please, stop asking.” Even though there was a ‘please’ located in that statement it was clearly not a request.

Kylie stared at him, eyes wide. He had never ordered her before…She jerked away from him when the driver behind them honked angrily and she hurried to go before the light turned yellow. “Fine,” she stated after a few minutes, still quite nervous about this whole thing. Well, it was too late to turn back now, she mused as they pulled into the company parking lot. Many people were already there, some already with clones while others were alone, all wanting to pick out one of the adaptable machines.

Orion hurried out of the car and opened her door, offering his arm slowly. He smiled happily when she took it before he pulled her close against him, glaring at the Megatron clone of a business man busy on his cell phone. He didn’t want her wandering, especially since there were alien clones and strange people wandering about. He ignored the blush on her face as they made their way into the building, making sure to give the Megatron clone a wide berth.

Kylie shook her head at the clone’s behavior, blushing a bit at the way other owners gave her knowing glances, giggling every now and then as they were handled much the same way. She sighed and finally gave in, leaning into her lover’s grasp as they wandered around with the other owners. It could be worse though, she could be the woman with the Jazz clone that was intent on making out in public.

Many check in points later and a few avoided tour guides they were at the assembly line, slowly moving down as the clones were assembled and given their programming. Kylie attempted not to giggle when Orion looked away quickly at the uncovered circuitry of some of the clones, a deep blush rising onto his features. He glared at her as she laughed, flaming faceplate burning hotter as he scratched his cheek. It was quite immodest to stare at another unclothed if they weren’t your master, and certainly not fair to the yet to be online models. He perked though as they reached the end of the line and he broke away to look through the various models, grinning from audio to audio under his face mask.

Kylie shook her head as the clone rushed off, eyes softening as he began to move through the various models. She of course wasn’t going to make this the clone’s Christmas present, she was still going to get him something special after all. This just meant she was going to have extend the present list a bit to include their newest addition.

Ratchet, Jazz, Swoop…He moved through the rows quickly, checking off certain clones based on his previous interactions. He nearly tripped as he glimpsed pink and felt his pump throb. He skidded a bit on the floor as he turned sharply, stopping front of the Elita. He reached out to touch her face plating slowly, marveling at the near perfection with which they had replicated her. His pump began to beat even faster. Her. He wanted her! He turned around to go find Kylie and show her which one he had picked out. He nearly tripped though as another frame caught his optics. He stopped and tilted his head slowly at it.

Careful steps brought him closer to the other clone model and he reached out to stroke the wings that projected from his back. So…familiar, He mused softly. His fingers moved down, freezing over the purple insignias. His pump stopped and he felt a rush of sorrow and anger flow through him. He shouldn’t feel this way still, some part of him knew that. But…there was something else there. Something that made him want to take the flying clone with him and protect him.

He suddenly felt torn in two.

Orion moved between the two of clones. He was supposed to pick out which one of the two he wanted more, but he felt drawn to both. Memory echoes of silver wings combined with gentle feminine cries in his meta. How could he just choose one? It truly wasn’t that easy… He didn’t notice when his mistress moved up behind him as he paced back and forth, worrying his bottom lip under his mask.

Kylie’s worry was growing as her clone paced worriedly. She moved to examine the two clones that had her lover so perturbed. She traced the features of the silver clone slowly, noting his wings with interest. She recognized the model as a Decepticon model, so it did confuse her a bit as to shy her lover kept gravitating towards that clone. The other version was far more understandable. She smiled at the mini Elita One, then glanced at Orion. She supposed they could get both of them...after all a few things had changed.

“Shall we get them both?” she wondered, wrapping her arms around Orion slowly. She nearly laughed at Orion’s relieved expression. His eager nods made her worried that his helm would fall off.

“Alright, alright,” she laughed, getting on her tip toes to kiss him. “No need to worry your head off.” She moved to examine the clones for herself. “They’re quite beautiful,” she praised as she examined both of them.

Elita had moved with the grace of a queen and Kylie was sure that her clone would have the same exact ability to turn heads. She reached out to caress the pale faceplate, running a thumb along the lower lip of the femme clone appreciatively. She nodded to one of the workers going to look at the Decepticon clone. She traced his face as well, marveling at the silver wings on his back. He wasn’t nearly as masculine as Orion, but he wasn’t as feminine as the femme clones… He was definitely the pretty boy among the various clones she reasoned, the guy who was always made fun of for his girlish features. She giggled playfully. Maybe that was why the real Starscream was so touchy. She nodded as the movers took the flying clone as well, turning around to face Orion.

“And you’re sure?” she whispered softly, wrapping her arms around him once more. “After all we’re not going to take them back if you decide you can’t share.” She tapped his nasal plate informatively.

“Family can never be abandoned,” Orion countered before his voice dropped to a whisper. “Don’t worry,” he promised softly. “I can share. And if I wanted to change my mind I would have done it when you asked me all the other times.” He pulled her closer letting his engine purr softly. “Now come! Let’s get home and activate them! Those boxes aren’t that comfortable!”

She snorted and shook her head. Sometimes he really was like a little kid. “Alright. Let’s go home,” she acknowledged. Kylie took his hand in hers as they walked out of the warehouse, watching the men load up the two clones in one of the trucks that was going to be heading out soon. That truck held their future, she mused, she was just hopeful they would be careful with it.

**

And now the drama really gets to start. ;)
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