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Face Thy Fears	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 2673 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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***Note: This story began to develop in my head after reading this very short piece: .fanfiction.net/s/4280220/1/ although it may not seem like it at first, the two shall be intricately linked in a couple of chapters…..

This is set in two separate Universes at first, but they shall soon meet.. I call the one ‘G1-ish’ since I will be incorporating characters from all three seasons in it….

My OC is from a seperate faction of mechs. Neither Autobot or Decepticon. They take mates for both factions (post-Armada peace) - and are a RELIGIOUS faction. Truly believing that they are direct servants of Primus. *****

Face Thy Fears…

Agony shot through his sensory nets as they hit him again the electrified prod. The cackles and cheers of the cons surrounding him as he screamed in agony, begging… pleading for them to stop.. to have mercy.. His armor ripped off.. The molestation of a dozen hands.. caressing.. exploring.. Diving into his most sensitive circuitry.. His screams increasing in volume until his vocal processor finally overheated.. And then the rapes began.. A seemingly endless stream of Seekers satiating themselves.. Sending their fiery sparks deep into his very soul….

“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine,” Starscream snarled in his audios. His fingers twisted some of Red Alert’s exposed circuits, causing agony to wash over him. “No one wants you but me. They’ve all abandoned you. No one even remembers your name anymore,” he whispered, his lips almost touching the side of Red’s helm.

Energon tears rolled down the Autobot’s face. He wanted to deny what the Seeker was saying. But he’d been here so long… No one was searching for him anymore.. He was just another soul lost in the war.. Just the dead waiting to die….

The past………

In the G1-ish Universe…

They were all jealous of him and he knew it. Those side glances he wasn’t supposed to notice as he walked by; the conversations which abruptly ended as he entered the room. The whispers that he wasn’t supposed to overhear… Yes, they were all simply jealous because Prime had assigned him as the Chief of Security. And now the slackers were forced to work. Forced to perform their duties to the top of their abilities… For he was always watching, making sure that they did..

Holding his head proudly, Red Alert strolled out of the Command Center. He was proud to be the best and he expected so of everyone else. For if they weren’t, it would look bad on him, and to him, that was the worst thing that could happen. So he made it a habit to show up at the various manned checkpoints at odd times, just to make sure everyone was doing their job.

But he had a secret fear. A fear that he’d never let any other mech see. Actually, it was quite simple, quite logical, and eventually he was afraid his nightmare would come true. He knew, deep down in his very core, that those mechs who were jealous of his perfection in his job, were actually after it. It seemed at every turn he took. The mechs underneath him were trying their best to sabotage his career.

It first started with little things. Breaks taking a few astrominutes longer than they should… Mechs showing up a little late for shift… Orders mysteriously changed.. Optimus accidentally disconnected when he called to converse with Red Alert… Yes, the saboteurs made them seem like ‘little insignificant accidents’ – but Red Alert knew the truth. He worried about it all the time. For his career was his life, and he wasn’t about to let any mech take it from him!

Even his bond mate seemed to be trying to sabotage his career of late. Inferno complained incessantly that he spent too much time on shift. He tried to coerce Red Alert into taking some time off. When that didn’t work, the slogger went to Ratchet and had the medic force him to take ‘a vacation’. Red Alert ground his jaws together as he though about that incident. He still couldn’t believe that they had FORCED him to do it! He’d made Inferno’s ‘vacation’ a living hell over it. For he was certain he’d come home to find someone else in his job!

They’d ended up coming home early, and ended up having a huge argument over Inferno’s attempts to sabotage Red Alert’s career. True, the fire engine had once gotten down on his knee and confessed his love for him.. But in truth, he was just trying to control Red Alert.. Trying to make him lose his job..

After he made his rounds, Red Alert came back to his main office. Quietly, he closed the door behind him. Three of the walls were lined with security monitors. Their cameras constantly scanned for unauthorized intruders. On the opposite wall was a mech-sized hard rubber covered couch. Checking his monitors one last time, Red Alert settled himself on the couch. A satisfied smile passed over his face, for this was his life, this was his career.. Peacefully, he went into defrag…

In the Armada Universe…..

SunSpot streaked from her parents’ quarters, tears streaming down her face in shame. Her father’s last remark striking her to her very core, ‘You’re the most pathetic excuse for a Seeker I’ve ever seen! How dare you call yourself my daughter!’ Sobbing, she had run… Trying to escape the truth of his words.. The truly pathetic Seeker she was..

Getting out of the housing complex, she teleported; the cool plasma of the brief warp phase doing nothing to cool down the searing burn of his words. She re-entered the primary phase and collapsed in sobs on the moss covered ground of her private ‘safe place’. The silent trees surrounded her, the slight breeze causing them to sway, as if they too were sobbing with her. As they understood her for the truly worthless Seeker that she really was..

True, her ancestry was of the best warriors of Decepticon, Autobot and Earth mech factions. Her grandmother, Raptor, was the original Earth mech. A former Decepticon Commander, creator of the first mech Alliance, immortal Soul Flier, and if that weren’t enough – she had built the rich Earth Mech Nation with her bare metallic hands.. Her Grandfather was the greatest of Autobots, Optimus Prime. Who’d defeated both Megatron and Unicron in a single battle.. Her father was Starscream, the only Decepticon with the bravery to face Galvatron alone in mortal combat; now being the current Decepticon Commander and working hand-in-hand with Optimus.. And finally, her mother, Jaguar; stood fearlessly next to Raptor’s side as they faced great odds in rescuing her Aunts from Megatron during the war.

Even her very Seeker design gave her the capabilities to be a top soldier. She was an F-45 Stealth Seeker. Basically a hybrid between the aggressive F-18’s coupled with all the stealth abilities of the F-22. She was as structurally stout as her aggressive twin Aunts and cousins, whom all were assigned as part of the ‘first strike Alpha battalion’ – but she also had the potential to develop the endurance, stealth and speed of the main recon battalion that her Grandmother personally commanded. SunSpot was part of the next generation of Earth mech Guardians. A force that would fearlessly take on any enemy that Primus himself pointed them at.

Sobbing, SunSpot knew she should be fearless, bold and brave. But she was weak… She was pathetic.. She was so timid that she preferred to walk around with her cloaking always engaged, so that no one would even see her… She was afraid to teleport further than a few hundred Earth miles, since she might get lost like others had.. She was so painfully shy, that few mechs even knew she existed..

Her parents had no clue what to do with her. And Starscream had finally, totally, and completely given up on her! Neither one could understand why she was so different from all the other youngsters in the large Earth mech family. Yes, there were many different personalities, but none of the others seemed so weak and timid. SunSpot had tried to gulp down her fears, had tried her best to do everything her teachers had taught her, but her fear simply increased as she got older and the training got harder. Finally, she had quit showing up for formation, quit even trying to fit in. That only made her get in trouble with the Earth mech MPs. And after they’d tracked her down, they delivered her directly to her father’s office.

Curling up on the moss, SunSpot bawled her aft off. Why couldn’t she have just been born a human or something? Something that was already weak and they wouldn’t expect her to be a great Stealth Fighter? This air frame was wasted on her.. She was totally useless to the mechs.. Nothing but a waste of valuable time and resources…

She felt a gentle hand on her wing. Yelping in terror, she bolted upright and turned her head. Her optics meeting the bright ruby orbs of her Grandmother. Ashamed, she quickly looked down at the moss-covered ground, trying to bite back her sobs. She should’ve kept her cloaking engaged.. She should’ve realized that her mom would tell Raptor about the blow-up, about her failure, about her running away.. And no mech could hide from Raptor when she wanted to find you… No one….

But the older femme didn’t berate her for her weakness, didn’t yell at her for her insubordination. Instead, SunSpot felt those slender arms surround her, pulling her tightly against her Grandmother’s cockpit. Her Grandmother’s lips kissed the top of her helm as she rubbed her fingers against SunSpot’s fuselage. “It’s ok fledgling, it’s ok…” she murmured gently.

Falling into the loving embrace, SunSpot sobbed her spark out. She told her nonjudging Grandmother everything.. How pathetic she was.. How useless she was.. And the great warrior just held her, understood her, loved her..

Finally SunSpot calmed down. The warmth of her Grandmother’s love radiated through her pitiful air frame. “How can you love me Grandma? I bring shame to our entire family because I’m so .. Useless..” the young Seeker stammered. Her Grandmother had always been her solid rock as she had grown up. But she was almost fully mature now, and hadn’t grown out of her fears. She knew Raptor had always believed that she’d mature out of them, but they had only gotten worse.

Raptor pulled back, and with a gentle hand, she forced the fledgling’s optics to hers. “I love you because you are you, SunSpot. We can’t be someone we’re not, no matter how much we try,” she replied, her gentle voice showing her love.

“But I’m a waste. I’m useless. I’m the most pathetic Transformer ever sparked!” SunSpot cried in anguish.

Raptor gently wiped the energon tear that was going down SunSpot’s young face. “No you’re not. And remember, your father’s comparing you with what he knows - which are Cybertronian mechs. They are programmed, we are not - So Starscream can’t understand you, no more than your Grandfather can.”

SunSpot shuddered, trying not to break out in sobs again. “But why can’t we be programmed? Why’d Primus make us like this? I don’t want to be afraid, but I can’t help it…”

“Shhhhh,” the older Matron cooed, “I was once a lonely, terrified human-spark. Thrust into this chassis against my will. I had no one to turn to, no one who cared. I was both terrified and thrilled at the same time. I was forced to push my fear down.. But it came back, again-and-again.. No matter how many dimensions I ran away too..” She patted the fledgling’s intake gently. “I cried to my God, to Primus – to change me. But they didn’t, for they had a purpose.. A purpose to create a new type of Transformer.. One that wasn’t programmed to think a certain way, or always be ‘perfect’…”

“But I don’t want to be this Grandma, I want to be like the others,” SunSpot stammered. Her lower lip quivered as she admitted this secret truth to another mech. But this was Grandma, she understood everything..

“I know fledgling, and to tell you the truth, in a way so do I,” Raptor said softly. Those beautiful crimson optics of hers filled with silent tears.

The youngster was shocked! The great Soul flyer herself didn’t really want to be a human-sparked Guardian?! But she was so mentally strong, so powerful.. Even Optimus Prime considered her to be his equal!

The older femme smiled sadly, seeing the shock that her statement had caused within the youngster. She had truly hoped that SunSpot would eventually mature out of her internal fears. But as she had watched the young Seeker grow, she had only seen her separate herself from her peers, to dive even deeper within herself, the fears controlling her ever more so. She had expected this situation to eventually occur. SunSpot would eventually break under the pressure of expectations.. She and Optimus had stayed up late many nights discussing this troubled grandsparkling of theirs. Trying to decide on what to do and now it was time to do it. And she only prayed that it would work. “We are both human-sparked SunSpot, and that’s something we can’t change. We can’t have our fears programmed out of us like the Cybertronians; we just have to learn how we can live with them, and still be happy.”

“But how can I? I can’t do anything productive,” SunSpot said. If she was a human, then she wouldn’t be expected to be a Guardian, to fight when called upon, to teleport expansive distances in the dangers of warp phase, to carry explosives within her very bays…

“You can, and you shall,” Raptor stated. She stood up, offering her hand to the fledgling. “You are my wing mate now SunSpot. I will be by your side as you face your fears.”

“But…. But.. They need you… You’re the Commander.. You can’t.. Can’t waste your time .. On me..” SunSpot stammered. Raptor was no mere instructor; she was responsible for the Earth Mech Nation itself! She couldn’t waste her valuable time on a pathetic fledgling Seeker who was terrified to even teleport past a few miles.

Wiggling her fingers, Raptor beckoned the timid youngster to accept her hand and her orders. “My greatest responsibility is to family, SunSpot. You know my fears, I know yours. Together we shall face them. Together we are strong.” Her crimson optics glimmered as the filtered sunlight streaked across her jet black fuselage, the golden leading edges of her wings shimmering.

Hesitantly, SunSpot’s fingers curled around hers. The shorter fledgling slowly rose to her thrusters. “You really think I can be your wing mate?” she said quietly.

Raptor chuckled, her musical laughter filling the peaceful forest. Slapping her granddaughter on the wing, she nodded. “Being my wing mate is rather boring to most, honey. Most of the time you’ll be pushing papers and spying on others to make sure they’re doing their jobs,” she wrapped her arm around the smaller Seeker. “Still think you’re interested?”

Mostly pushing papers and running around cloaked? Really? It sounded like the perfect job for the shy SunSpot…

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