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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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**New Era Part 7**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

Rumble wandered over to the end of the hangar. His optics strangely filled with thought - Which was highly unusual for the rather compulsive Decepticon… He stood still and silently watched Beachcomber as he worked with a team of clones.

“Make sure you retape that plastic well,” Beachcomber said to Stoner. He stood there, his hands stretched as high as they could go. His palms flat as he acted as a support structure for the clones. They were at one of the large exhaust fans which had been shut down and covered in clear plastic, taking notes of the depth of the fall out outside as well as samples of the rain as it came down.

The muffled pitter-patter of rain against the metal of the roof of the hangar, made his words barely audible as they drifted back to the silent Decepticon. But still he watched. His optics and audios taking note of every action, even though he had no idea what the clones were interested in.

The plastic was put back in place and the three clones slid down the mech’s armor. Their metal feet barely even made a sound as they hit the concrete.

“It appears that the ash depth is now at fifteen feet. I shall run some tests on the rain samples to check the pH level now,” Petri informed the others.

“So we’re looking at potential Lahars now?” Stoner asked Beachcomber.

Beachcomber knelt down so that he could better talk with the smaller clones. A proud smile crossed his face as his miniature twin made such an accurate prediction. “In hilly or mountainous terrain, yes – but here? I doubt there will be serious Lahars.”

“It will just mix with the water and settle. Similar to concrete?” Stoner replied. He wanted to make his mentor mech proud. In fact, since this mech was the one he was cloned from he felt that Beachcomber was more a father figure than a mere mentor.

The Autobot nodded. “At fifteen feet of depth, this ash will eventually pack down to about one foot of sedimentary rock,” he explained.

“How long until we can safely drive on it?” Jag asked. He had been part of the ‘researchers’ since he needed to get a working time table for the commanders to use.

Beachcomber shrugged. They’d been sitting here for three weeks now. The ash fall had finally slowed a bit, and now that there was rain moving through, it would begin the packing process. “Well, that’s hard to say. If we get an inch or more of rain, then a break for it to dry and pack, then several more cycles of this. It could be just three more rain cycles before it’s somewhat safe. But there’d still be soft spots.”

“Hmmm, so we’re trapped here for a while longer then,” the Prowl clone mused. He knew that the others would not be pleased with the news. The humans had gone through almost all of the food that they’d found in the cargo they’d pilfered. But there were several other hangars and full cargo jets on the runways. Supplies could be found for their continued stay. “Could we safely fly from hangar to hangar in order to obtain necessary supplies?”

Petri nodded. “Currently the rain water has a highly acidic value. But right after it stops, the local atmosphere should remain flyable for an hour or two before the next round of fall out hits.”

“So we wait until the rain passes, then run and grab as much as we can,” Jag mused. He gave the others a curt nod, then transformed and zoomed across the expansive hangar in order to give his report.

“I’m going to go analyze these samples,” Petri stated as he held up the glass jars filled with gray-colored rain water.

Stoner followed along with his normal half-baked smile. If it dealt with the changing of the environment, he was interested.

Beachcomber turned to follow them, but he felt a hand touch his leg. Pausing, he looked down in surprise at Rumble.

“Hey, um, can we talk?” the small mech asked.

Waving the two clones to go on without him, the Autobot smiled down at the young mech. “Sure, what’s up dude?” he asked. Sitting down on the concrete, he leaned his back up against the metal wall and gave Rumble his full attention.

Still not quite used to a mech that actually WOULD listen to him, Rumble shifted a bit. He waited a second for the expected insult – but it never came. “Don’t you ever insult anybody, ya dolt?” he demanded to know.

“Nope. Why? Do you want me to insult you?” Beachcomber asked with an amused grin and a shrug.

“Ya Autobots are such wimps, ya know that?” the little mech snorted. He just didn’t know how to converse with a mech, without insults being shot back-and-forth.

Cocking his bald head, the laid-back geologist studied the youngster. So, the Decepticon just couldn’t speak to another mech unless insults were swapped? Ok then, he’d at least try. “Ok, you little Decepticreep, what’s on your meta that is so important?” He tried to snort it out, but that was so against his style. So it came out more as a joke.

Puffing up at the insult, Rumble jutted his chin out. Now THIS was what he was used to! “Ya think these little freagers are so like us – but ya’re slaggin’ wrong! Ya know that?” he taunted.

Oh, so that’s what this was all about? Beachcomber chuckled silently. “I heard you’d finally gotten to stick your plug in one of them. Did you manage to satisfy him?” he quipped. He was trying hard to return the insults.

Rumble crossed his arms a cocky smile on his face plate. “Yep! Even without any slaggin’ pleasure programming, Rumble’s good enough to make ‘em overload!” he bragged.

“So Scream played a joke on you and gave you Storm to break in hmmm?” Beachcomber already knew exactly what had happened, since he was in continual contact with Scream concerning Rumble. But the young mech wanted to brag, why not let him?

“Ya, fuckin’ freager! I showed HIM!” the little mech continued to brag. “And ya wanna know what?”

“What?” Beachcomber asked. He was beginning to enjoy this little conversation. It reminded him of talking with Cliffjumper. Young brash mechs were always so funny!

Rumble leaned forward, as if he was going to tell Beachcomber a BIG secret. “The pathetic clones don’t even have spark chambers! And they can’t even blow out pressure! It’s gotta suck being one of them!” he snickered.

The Autobot grinned as he nodded his agreement to Rumble’s assessment. Once again, he’d already been made aware of these differences. For the clones had no problem in asking him about them after they’d witnessed Rumble’s little interfacing experience. They were as curious about the differences as the mechs were. “Yep, it’s gotta suck man,” he quipped. “Glad I’m a mech.”

The Decepticon swelled up even bigger as the Autobot fully agreed with him. It was good having another mech around on this wreck of a planet. Even if it was a freagin’ Autobum! The clones and humans just didn’t understand mechs and their needs!

“Hey Rumble, why don’t you sit with me and enjoy some good energon?” Beachcomber asked as he patted the concrete next to him.

“Energon?!? Where the hell’d ya get Energon at?!?” Rumble exclaimed in excitement as he plopped his tail pipes down. Rubbing his hands together, he scanned around him, looking for the wonderful drink. His mouth watering in anticipation….

The Geologist nodded towards the two clones driving towards him. “Speed and Petri came up with it. They converted some of the stored energy from the deactivated military clones. Wanted me to taste test it.”

Charge and Steel transformed a single Energon cube in each of their hands. “Here you go Beachcomber,” the Brawl/Prime hybrid said as he offered the cube to him.

“Ya know, never thought I’d say this. But a Prime cranial unit sure looks sweet attached to a Brawl chassis,” Rumble snickered. He reached his hands out, eagerly snagging the cube that the Bluestreak clone was holding.

His sky blue optics falling on the con, Charge decided that he meant the statement as a compliment. “Thank you,” he stated in a rather flat tone. With a nod at Steel to follow him, he transformed and went back to the other side of the hangar.

“He’s the best of both factions, wouldn’t you say dude?” Beachcomber chuckled as he raised his cube in a toast.

Tapping their cubes, Rumble then took a big gulp. He set his cube down in his lap as he enjoyed the flavor running down his throat. “Yep, just don’t let ‘ol Brawl see ‘im. He’d blow a gasket!” he smirked. Granted, it didn’t take much for Brawl to blow a gasket. A side glance would do it. “Ya know, for a bunch of idiots, these clones make some gooooooooood Energon!” He took another sip. It tasted much different than Decepticon brew. It was sweeter, with warmth that blazed down a mech’s throat.

“Bro, I don’t think Optimus or Ultra Magnus would be that thrilled to see their cranial units attached to Combaticon chassis either. But they’d more than understand it dude. But yep, this is some sweeeeeet stuff!” He enjoyed another sip. His systems got warmer as the brew flowed through him. He felt his thoughts patterns running slower and slower as the cloud of over-energization went over him.

Rumble was also developing quite the drunken face. He leaned against the bigger Autobot. “Ya know, I gotta admit I never thought I’d be gettin’ over-energized sittin’ next to a Autobum,” he snickered.

“Ditto dude. Kind’ve nice not shootin’ at each other all the time isn’t it?” Beachcomber slurred.

The small Con looked up at the Autobot. Taking another swig of his Energon, he gave an exaggerated sigh as he snuggled even tighter to him. “Ah I don’t know. It is funnier than hell to watch ya freagin’ afts duck,” he smirked.

The blue mech gave Rumble a lighthearted pat on his head. “When are you going to learn there’s better things to do than shoot mechs?” he chuckled, emphasizing his words with a roll of his optics.

“Like what?!?” Rumble challenged. He took another big swig of the Energon. There was nothing better than laughing while he made Autobots duck for cover. That’s just what Decepticons did for ‘fun’.

“Like ‘make love not war’ dude,” Beachcomber slurred with a chuckle. He’d picked up that phrase long ago from some old human ‘hippies’ – and just loved it! It made so much sense!

The Decepticon looked up at the Autobot in shock. Was he actually insinuating that he wanted to mess around?!? Rumble was shocked. He’d been shot down so many times by the full-sized mechs in the Decepticon ranks, he’d just finally accepted the fact that the only way he’d ever get action from one of them was in his dreams. True, this was an Autobum mech. But he was a full-sized one. But was he just pulling a fast one on him? Getting his hopes up so that he could stomp them into the hard concrete? “Ya freagin’ pulling my servo with that crap,” Rumble muttered as he turned his optics back to his Energon. “Autobums would rather shoot my tailpipes than stick their cables up it.”

Beachcomber looked down at the now glum little mech. “Never got any action with full-sized mechs huh dude?” he said in a soft tone.

“Nope, why bother with ya freagers anyway?!?” Rumble snorted. He wanted it to sound like he’d never wanted to. Like HE was the one that avoided it – not the one that had begged for it!

“Too bad. Guess I shouldn’t have even gotten my hopes up dude. Sorry I even mentioned it,” Beachcomber replied. Sure, he was stretching the truth a bit. It wasn’t that Rumble was overly attractive to him. But they were the only true mechs on this devastated world. And it’d be a long time of celibacy for him. Rumble could at least blow off some pressure with the clones. They were his size.

Rumble glanced up in shock at the Autobot. Was Beachcomber actually sad that he’d blown him off?!? Seriously!?! The small mech was truly amazed to think that he could get some action off the full-sized mech. “Y.. Ya really want to tumble with Rumble?!?” he stammered.

Beachcomber shrugged as he looked down and met his optics. He could easily read the truth in their eager depths. See that the youngster had actually never been offered the opportunity. See that he was in fact desperate to feel acceptance from an older, full-sized mech. “Dude, I figured since we were the only mechs on this planet that we’d ‘help’ each other out – you know. But hey, guess you couldn’t bring yourself down to help an Autobot out huh?”

Rumble puffed up a bit. It felt good that the big mech seemed to actually be beggin’ HIM for a little release! “Well, uh, guess I could. But as long as ya promise me somethin’,” he replied.

“Sure dude, what?” He cocked his head and gave the con an expectant look. But inside he grinned. He’d been right, Rumble had the same base temperament as little Cliffjumper. The same need to brag and try to cover his insecurities through compulsive action. Decepticons really weren’t that different from Autobots, once a mech got them to put their weapons away.

“When they come back for me, none of this ever happened! Ya got that Autobum? I ain’t becomin’ no wimp’s spark mate or nothing’!” the small mech huffed. He gave Beachcomber an almost defiant glare.

Beachcomber chuckled. Yes, he was so much like Cliffjumper – they could’ve been brothers! “Sure, just a little ‘mech release’ now and then. No commitment dude,” he agreed with a drunken grin.

As one, the two mechs downed the last of their Energon. An eagerness filling both of them now… An eagerness to have a little release that they could only get with another Cybertronian…. Beachcomber grinned as the young mech boldly climbed onto his lap. Allowing the Decepticon to take the dominant role in the tryst, his optics scanned around them even as Rumble commanded his lips.

He noticed Scream look in their direction. The sharp-optics of the Seeker easily catching the action…. The clone wandered over to Sharon and tapped her on the shoulder. They briefly spoke, and then Scream wrapped his arms around her and flew her across the expansive hangar towards the mechs’ location. They settled themselves on top of the nearest cargo jet’s wing. Observing the mechs as inconspicuously as they could… Beachcomber chuckled inside. He had given them permission to do so, should the occasion actually arise… They were extremely curious about mech interrelations. And since they would be living in such tight quarters for the next several stellar cycles – he more than understood. They needed to know everything about HIS species, just as the mechs needed to learn more about theirs. This would help the new ‘hybrid mech’ species understand their roots. Everyone needed to understand their roots…

Rumble didn’t notice the observers. All he was focused on was that HE was in total control of a full-sized mech! Pressing his chest armor against Beachcomber’s, he could feel the Autobot’s strong spark pulsing against him. As their glossa’s danced in a play of passion, their energy fields began to flux and expand. A tingling sensation washing over both mech’s sensory grids as their magnetic fields began to intermix. Began to harmonize at the same frequency..

He shivered as he felt the Autobot surround him with his arms. It was both disconcerting and exciting to feel the embrace of one of his enemies. Beachcomber was so much bigger than him! He could easily just overpower and rape him if he so chose.. But no, the geologist was too laid-back for such violent tendencies. If there was ever an Autobot that Rumble knew he could trust in this situation, it was either Beachcomber or First Aid. And trust never came easy for a Decepticon.

Knowledgeable digits slid in between sections of armored plating. Stroking sensitive circuits beneath… Rumble’s chassis trembled as he moaned into Beachcomber’s mouth.. Grinding his codpiece against the Autobot’s, he felt his port begin to fill with lubricant. Over eager to finally feel a full-size mech fill him, Rumble reached down and fumbled with his own latches. Opening his codpiece so that he could rub his exposed entrance against the blue mech’s armor… “Mmmmmm,” he moaned as he rubbed.

He arched as he felt arms slide around his hips. The bigger Autobot having no problem accessing his exposed regions in this way. Fingers rimmed his forward port, causing incredible sensations to wash over him. He arched his rump out slightly, silently begging the big mech to fill them with his fingers. Beachcomber’s pelvic armor became slick with Rumble’s own lubricant as it dripped out. His port aching for more than this teasing!

“Ahhhhhh, Yeeeeeessss!” Rumble moaned as he sagged against the mech beneath him. Fingers slid into him, pumping in-and-out. He bucked against Beachcomber, his own fingers searching along the mech’s sides, searching for seams to explore. His spark beating hotly against his armored chest…

“You’re awful tight dude. I don’t think you can handle my cable,” Beachcomber whispered to him as he tried to fit three fingers into the smaller mech’s port. He didn’t want to hurt the little guy.

“Rumble can handle anything ya can give me!” he challenged back. His fingers slid down Beachcomber’s frame. Unlatching the Autobot’s panel.. Teasing the big mech into extending his cable between them… Rumble stroked him as he took his lips again. He felt the cable began to pressurize.. Beachcomber beginning to tremble.. He tensed as he felt three large fingers inserted into his port. The burn of being stretched inside..

But he ignored it.. Enjoyed it.. Even as the cable swelled to a much larger size than Frenzy’s had been… Rumble knew it’d hurt a bit when it’d enter him. But he didn’t care! He was tough! He could handle interfacing with the big mechs! Lifting up his hips, he brushed away Beachcomber’s fingers and positioned the tip of that thick shaft at his entrance. He coated it in his own lubricant first, and then slowly sat back down. Trembling as the full length of it entered him. Stretching him wider than he’d ever experienced before…

It hurt…

It burned….

He didn’t care.. He spread his legs wider as he straddled the big mech. Gasping to cool down his systems.. He didn’t want to overload too fast.. He’d dreamed of this moment for too many cycles.. The moment he’d have a big mech’s shaft in him!

Slowly he rose up…

Until only the tip of that big shaft was at his entrance..

“Akkkkkk!” he slammed back down..

Enjoying the pain…

Enjoying the burn…

Beachcomber’s hands circled his hips. The Autobot slowly bucking his hips.. Pumping in-and-out of him… His spark pulsing harder.. Energy field swirling.. Full of intensity…

The pain slowly faded as Rumble’s port loosened. Accepting the larger size of the big mech… “Ahhhhhhh, Mmmmmm, HARDER!” Rumble murmured. His fingers fumbled with the access panel on that blue chest armor. He could feel the pulsing of that strong spark! That spark that wanted to merge with his! He squealed in delight as he opened the armored panel. Watched in absolute amazement as the secondary armored panel slid aside… Leaving the Autobot’s clear spark chamber open to him… Briefly, his optics strayed to Beachcomber’s.. Almost asking permission to touch him.. The mech’s cranial unit was thrown back. A dazed look in his optics.. A happy smile on his blue lips..

Lowering his optics back down, Rumble reached a hand forward. His fingers caressing the clear containment unit… The blue fire of the Autobot’s spark fluxed wildly at the touch. Beachcomber thrusting harder into him as his passion mounted. His energy field swelling yet more… Pulling his hand out, the small mech leaned forward.. His very glossa now caressing the smooth crystalline casing…

“Mmmmmmm, Rumble, Yeeeeeeessss, Duuuuuuudddde,” Beachcomber murmured breathlessly. His fingers dug into Rumble’s hip armor as he began to mercilessly pound the smaller mech’s port.

He could taste the very energy of the Autobot! His glossa tingled as the magnetic field fluxed. Eagerly, he ripped open his own chest panel. Kissing and nibbling on the mech’s containment field even as he exposed his own. With his dental plates, he opened Beachcomber’s last line of defense. His spark now fully exposed.. Fully vulnerable..

Burning filled him as his port tore slightly. The Autobot’s shaft pounding into him without mercy… A slight amount of energon mixed with his lubricant.. But the pain only heightened the young con’s lust. He nipped the sides of Beachcomber’s opened spark chamber. Eliciting gasps from the larger mech. Beachcomber slammed his pelvic armor hard against Rumble’s. His cable pulsing.. The rush of Cybertronian fluids gushed into Rumble’s aching port. The sting of it against the small rips within him causing the small mech to yelp even as he sat down harder. Wanting Beachcomber ever further inside him…

As Beachcomber’s optics rolled back, Rumble pulled his face plate away from his opened spark chamber. The big mech slumped forward, thrusting a bit more into him, and slammed their opened chambers together.

Energy fields clashed….

Combined….

In such a fury that the red Seeker who was synching with them fell back grabbing his cockpit. It washed over him. His own strong spark singing in reply. He felt Sharon’s hands on his shoulders, shaking him. But he was one with the bonding mechs right now. Their blazing energy so much stronger than anything he had ever experienced.

He could taste it….

Taste the sweetness of the Cybertronian sparks on his very glossa…

The combined energy fields swallowing his…Expanding his… His optics rolled back in his cranial unit as blackness swallowed him.

The sweet blackness of true Cybertronian spark bonding..

The heat surrounded him…

Beckoned him..

His wild spark settling.. Fluctuations smoothing out… Regularity defeating the chaos.. His systems flooding with a strange fluid energy flow..

Wild spark tamed..

Wildness becoming ordered..

Sharon ripped open the shuddering clone’s access panels. Watching as the core seemed to turn to pure plasma. It’s very molecular structure changing. “Scream…. Scream… Can you hear me!” she whispered as she shook him. She knew he had been harmonizing his pulse with the mechs as they bonded. Seeking to understand what truly happened between them… Was she going to lose him because of it?!? “No Scream! Come back to me… Come back to me!” she sobbed as she banged her fist against his armor.

The plasma solidified..

Changed…. Shifted… Became a crystalline box..

The core gone.. A true spark chamber in its place…Its brilliant energy tendrils curling around each other within the spark chamber… Scream’s optics began to brighten again.. “You can quit banging on me now,” he weakly quipped. His entire air frame tingled with the strange sensation of total release. He was exhausted… So exhausted…

Sharon sobbed as she hugged him. “I was so afraid that we’d lost you.”

Scream weakly shrugged. “Remind me to never synch with spark bonding mechs!” he snorted.

“The freagers were spying on us!” Rumble’s voice griped. The dazed look quickly left his optics as he fully rebooted and heard Sharon and Scream. Leaping off of the rebooting Autobot, he slammed his chest armor closed and stormed towards the jet.

“Chill out, I gave the dudes permission,” Beachcomber called out to him. Although his optics were still not fully focused, the dazed Autobot still managed to grab one of the Decepticon’s legs.

Rumble fell flat on his face plate. “You Autobum! Why the slag did you give the fleshies permission!” He spun and punched at Beachcomber.

The blue mech simply grabbed his arm, using his greater strength to stop the assault before it could really even begin. “Because they need to learn about us, just like we gotta learn about them man. Chill…” he explained with a dismissive shrug. Picking up the enraged small mech, he held him under an arm as he stood up and walked over to the jet’s wing. “Now you chill out man, it ain’t no big deal,” he said to Rumble as he plopped him up on the wing.

Closing his access panels, Beachcomber peered down at the prone Seeker. “So what happened to ya dude?” he asked, concerned.

“He was synching with you two. And when you spark bonded, well – this happened,” Sharon explained as she pointed down at Scream’s open chest.

Rumble wandered over, peering at the clone’s spark just as Beachcomber did.

“It changed his core into a real spark chamber. Very weird man,” the geologist noted. The clone was now more like a Cybertronian than not. Something he’d never expected.

Rumble snorted and nudged the exhausted clone with a foot. “Whatever. But after ya take a little nap – I’m gonna kick ya afterburners for spying on me!” he threatened. With that, he jumped off the jet’s wing and stormed off. If it’d been back in the con ranks he would’ve kicked his aft right then-and-there. But Beachcomber wouldn’t have allowed it right now. But the second the little Seeker was back at full strength – the fight was on! After all, no one here would stop a ‘fair’ fight – now would they? And Rumble wasn’t afraid to take any mech on – well, except for Megatron or Soundwave….

Scream snickered weakly as Sharon closed his chest armor. He smiled up at the Autobot as Beachcomber gently curled his fingers around him and picked him up. “I still think that I should assign him Spinner to mentor,” he joked to Beachcomber and Sharon. “It’d be funnier than hell!”

Beachcomber just sighed and shook his head. “No, he needs a clone who will calm him now. Not rile him up by kicking his tailpipes the entire time dude.”

“Hmmmm, too bad. Well, maybe YOU could calm him down WHILE the clone keeps him in line?” Scream offered.

“We’ll discuss this later. AFTER you’ve defragged and gotten your strength back,” Sharon said from her perch on Beachcomber’s shoulder.

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