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*Protectors*
*G1 – clone saga*

Preface: This is another side story involving Mech clones and humans. Set in current times.

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“What’ll you give me for all this?” Jenna asked as she set down the large ziplock bag filled with her jewelry on the counter.

Pulling out a jeweler’s magnifying glass, the Pawn shop owner began to pull out piece after piece so that he could start evaluating them. They were all top quality pieces. High grade gold and platinum set with some very nice natural diamonds. “You want to pawn or sell?” he asked as he continued to look at piece after piece, writing notes as he finished each one.

The middle aged woman snorted, “Ex gave ‘em to me – why would I want to get them back?”

He glanced up, “You got papers saying they’re yours to sell?”

After fumbling around in her purse, she produced the divorce papers and pointed at the property listed. “Yep, bastard got the house – I got what little I could carry.”

Everything was legal then, he went back to his evaluation. “It may take me a while to get a full value on this collection. Feel free to look around.”

Nodding, she turned and began to wander around the expansive Las Vegas pawn shop. She was done with her former life. Wanted to escape it – escape HIM! Her ex had been controlling, abusive, and powerful. She was on the run now - Just her and her old friend from highschool. She needed the cash more than the jewelry. Needed it to help her disappear…

Her wandering took her to the front of the shop. A display of several of those mech lookalike droids lined the wall. Well, it did make sense that people in this economy would have a hard time selling them privately – she thought to herself. Without thinking about it, she reached out and turned one of the hanging price tags to glance at it….

“I am priced at $10,000,” the clone informed her.

Gasping in surprise, Jenna stepped back. She hadn’t realized that these droids were switched on.
Another one of them turned his head, his ruby colored optics focusing on the potential buyer. “I am a ‘steal’ at $8,000. Price reduction is for today only.”

Another and another added their voices to the building chorus of clones trying to sell themselves, unsettling the woman. She backed off slowly, keeping her eyes warily on them until her back hit the counter where the shop owner was finishing up his evaluation of her jewelry.

“Don’t worry, they’re completely harmless,” he informed her. “Now you robots – shutup!” he yelled over at the display.

Looking devastated, all of the clones slammed their mouths shut and turned their optics to the floor in front of their peds. Every single one of them was desperate to have a new human owner. Having to stand perfectly still and quiet all day long was like purgatory to them….

Jenna’s eyes were glued on them. “I didn’t realize they acted so – real.”

“Yeah, that’s why they were so popular before the economy came crashing down. Expensive toys for geeks who had no friends. Now they just collect dust most of the time.” The shop owner explained as he finished up his evaluation. “Unlike the fine jewelry we’ve got here. Must say, this is some of the best I’ve seen.” He leaned forward as he took off the eye magnifying glass. “So let’s talk turkey – what do you want for this collection?”

Pulling her eyes away from the droids, she met his gaze and shrugged. “What’s your best offer?”

“Well, you know I can’t give you retail for them.”

She nodded, “Figured that.”

“Tell you what, how about twenty?” He hoped she’d bite, that she was desperate. He could get well over $80,000 for the jewelry at auction. A nice tidy profit!

“That’s not even ten percent of retail!” Jenna acted properly miffed. You had to when making deals at a Pawn shop.

He shrugged dismissively, “Might go a little higher – not much though.”

Jenna thought about it, her mind going back to the Robots. They were big, strong – and rumor was they were 100% loyal to whoever owned them. Sure, Tabby might be pissed a bit if she ended up with one or two – but heck they didn’t eat, didn’t need their own hotel room – and they could help set up her cameras when she was taking those pictures she sold to magazines. And it would be safer for the two women to have something like a droid to discourage criminals – or ex-husbands – from targeting them on the long and lonely roads they wandered. “Throw in three of those and 20K” she replied with a nod in the direction of the clones.

“Maybe two of them and 18,” he answered.

She considered it “Is there any warranty on them?”

“Nope – buy as is.” He could sense a deal almost done. “Pick out whichever two you want – and I’ll hand you 18 in cool hard cash.”

“Maybe, let me go look at them again.”

“Got all day,” he went to answer the phone.

Jenna walked back towards the display, a little disconcerted that every single one of the robots had turned his head and was staring at she approached. Was that hope she saw in their expressions? Naw, how could a machine feel emotions like that?!? It was all in her imagination.
They seemed to shift from foot to foot as she walked slowly by them, reading the information about programming and such from their sale tags. None of them spoke though – they’d been taught not to speak to a prospective client with the exception of saying their price. The boss said it unnerved buyers for them to talk much. So in hopeful silence they kept their optics locked on the woman. Two of them might get out of here! Two of them!

After studying their information tags, Jenna found herself attracted to the two biggest ones. They looked like real bruisers. The types that could tear apart the ex-husband who was trying to stalk her! True, their tags listed them as ‘logistics’ models – but that could be changed, right? “Can other programs be loaded?” she asked the store keeper.

“Yeah, straight from the manufacturer websites. Believe it’s just a $100 per program or something like that. Why, did you find ones that you want?” He was hopeful she’d pick the factory models – they were the hardest to sell. People preferred the sleeker pleasure models over them.

“Maybe,” she paused, “Let me see them move around and stuff. I want to make sure they’re not broken or anything.”

“Ok robots, whoever she points to – go clean the musical equipment isle.”

“This one,” she pointed at the seven foot tall Motor Master clone. “And this one,” this one was the shorter – but equally as powerful – Ultra Magnus clone.

Their optics shining brightly with hope both of them said ‘Yes sir!” and marched over to the musical equipment isle. Picking up large stacks with ease and sweeping out the dust, desperate to impress this buyer enough – to have a new home. They’d been stuck in this clone purgatory the longest. It seemed that no one cared to own factory models like themselves.

“Wow, they are strong – aren’t they?” Jenna said to the store owner.

“Came from a shipping company that went out of business; so anything you need lifted – suitcase, piano, even your car – just point them at it and stand back,” he joked. Inside he was very pleased that she’d picked those two. He was tired of looking at them! “Tell you what – take that pair and I’ll throw in a laptop.” Maybe that would seal the deal. He’d come out of it smelling like a rose…

Well, it was better than nothing. She and Tabby would have some protection – and some cash. “It’s a deal,” she stated as she held out her hand.

Giving her a quick handshake the shop owner smiled. “Let me get some paperwork for you to sign.”
Continuing to clean the musical equipment isle – since they hadn’t been told to stop – the two clones smiled silently at each other. They’d been together since they had been activated. Been through thick and thin – and now the most wonderful thing had happened! They would have a new home – together!

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“Don’t worry Tabby. It’ll be great! They can carry and set up all your photography equipment – and we don’t even have to feed them or anything.” Jenna gave her old friend her most winning smile.

Staring up at the black monstrosity standing in front of her, Tabby frowned. “But he’s so fucking big! Why’d you have to go and get a robot giant? Shees, I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone!”

The black clone resisted his urge to scowl down at the woman he towered over. He needed to please this grumpy douche-bag in order to stay on the good side of his new owner. ‘Why don’t you try kneeling down – and apologizing for being tall?’ the Ultra Magnus clone whispered helpfully over their private com.

Deciding that his fellow clone had a decent idea (heck, the blue one had always been the boss-pleaser between them) the Motor Master clone dropped to a knee so that he was looking slightly up at the woman named Tabby. “Ma-am, I apologize for my model’s size,” he stated in a rather flat tone. It would’ve been better had he been able to put some emotion into it – but Motor Master clones weren’t exactly known for emotional sensitivity.

Tabby’s mouth fell open – on the other hand, Jenna looked a bit miffed. She patted his black shoulder armor and glared at her friend. “That’s like making a geeky guy apologize for being a geek! You hurt his feelings Tabby!”

“These robots have feelings – you’ve gone off the deep end Jenna!” Tabby retorted, though she did back a step or two from the kneeling black machine.

“Permission to speak ma-am?” the Ultra Magnus clone asked his master.

She nodded, huffing at her friend a bit.

His blue optics soft, the polite clone gave Tabby his warmest smile. “We are clones of various mechs and our base programs allow us to experience the same level of emotions that our mechs have. Our emotions are a little different from a humans, but similar enough for us to understand yours and vice versa,” he explained.

For a moment, Tabby stood stock still, not really believing all of this. Gathering her wits back, she rolled her eyes, turned on her heel and strode towards their SUV. “Fine! Keep your freaking new toys. As long as I don’t have to feed them or anything!”

Both clones frowned unhappily, but Jenna’s giggle broke them from their glum. “Boys, she’s just like that. It means that she likes you.” She smiled as their confused optics turned to her. “So why don’t you guys load up our suitcases and get in – we’ve got a long drive ahead of us today!”
Mood lightened as they complied with her orders……

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A few hours down the road….
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“So what are we going to call you?” Jenna teased as she sat sideways in the front passenger seat and looked at the clones in the back seats. They’d been talking for the last few hours, and she was now firmly convinced that they weren’t mere robots – they were more like metal humans or something. Whatever they were – they needed real names, not some ID numbers from the shipping company they were from.

“Call the black one – Nigger or something,” Tabby joked. She’d finally relaxed about the entire ‘having robots protect us’ idea. It did help that the patriotic-colored one had quite the easy going nature about him. The black one? Well, he was more of the tall, dark and silent type.

“Now that’s rude. Didn’t know you were a closet racist,” Jenna grinned.

“Not, just thinking how scared your ex would be if he heard you say ‘get him Nigga!’ – it would be hysterical!” Tabby looked in the rear view – meeting red optics. “You’d make that asshole shit in his own pants!”

For the last few hours the clone had been listening to the women constantly diss this man named ‘the ex’. It had finally dawned on the rather thick-helmeted Decepticon model that the sole reason that he and his fellow logistics-model clone had been purchased was because Jenna perceived them as physically intimidating. For some reason this made him feel ‘happy’. Yes, to be considered intimidating was a good thing. The vision of ‘Ex’ whom these two women were obviously afraid of – shitting in his pants at the mere sight of him – was a pleasing thought. “It would be my pleasure to make Ex shit his pants – ma-am” he replied in a serious and level tone.

This caused both women to roar in hysterical laughter.

Once they caught their breath, Tabby grinned. “Doesn’t he remind you of that basketball player Shaq?”

Jenna’s eyes looked him up and down. “Yeah, you’re right – he is kinda’ve like Shaq.”

“Guess I’ve just coined your name. Still look like a big metal nigger though.” Tabby’s eyes gleamed in humor.

Not caring that this whole ‘nigger’ thing seemed to be an almost insult, the Motor Master’s lips slightly curled into a smile. “My designation is now Shaq?”

“I think it’s perfect. He’s one of the most successful basketball players of all time, he’s black – and he’s like HUGE!” Jenna replied, her eyes opening wide in exaggeration of the man’s size.

“Very suitable wouldn’t you agree?” the Ultra Magnus clone next to him said with a nudge of his elbow servo. Obviously he was indicating that the black clone should act happy.

Pleased that his namesake was apparently a very impressive human male – the black clone nodded. “Shaq,” he said once again to himself. It was his first real name. He was a private clone now! He would be valued – perhaps even loved. Whatever ‘love’ was – he’d just overheard the other Pawned clones mentioning it. Seemed like something they all aspired to. He forced a big smile across his face plate as the other clone elbowed him again. What would he do without the kiss-ass clone to direct him in how to react to humans?

“So what are we going to call red, white and blue droid?” Tabby snickered as she changed the subject from Shaq to the other one. Shaq’s happy smile was so obviously forced – but for some reason she didn’t feel right dogging him about it.“Captain America? Hehehehehehehehehe”
“He’s got Sinatra’s eyes,” Jenna offered with a fake sigh.

“Oh lordy – watch out!” Tabby fought hard not to swerve off the road. Sinatra?!? In who’s world!?!

“Naw, I was just fuckin’ with you,” her friend snickered. She grinned at the Magnus clone. “You do have Captain America’s costume almost down pat. We’d just need to paint some stars on you.”
The clone was quick to try and picture himself with stars. Not the most attractive of images. But if that’s what his new owner wished….

“Oh god, like I’m about to call the droid Captain this and Captain that. You gotta be kidding me!” Tabby slapped her forehead. “Nix that idea – try a different superhero would ya? Shorter name would be nice.”

“So which one acts like Captain America then – huh?” this conversation was going downhill – much like all their conversations did. That’s why they were such good friends.

Tabby grinned evilly at her. “Thor did – well kind’ve. And damn he was sooooooo hot! He was my first crush…” She acted like she was swooning over a guy.

“Yeah, like when you were 6,” Jenna shot back.

“So what?” Tabby glanced in the rear view at the brightly colored droid. “Yep, we’ll call you Thor then. Nice short and to the point. You know he was like a god of war or something back in the Greek days”

“I think it was the Romans,” Jenna cut in.

“Whatever, never was the history buff. Just copied the answers offa you.”

The clone still hadn’t figured out the best timing when cutting into the constant banter between the two women. “So my new designation is to be Thor?” he asked.

“Love the way he says it. Almost seductive wouldn’t you say?” Tabby chuckled.

“Yeah, guess Thor will work. You like it?” Jenna replied with a fling of her hair.

Thor – god of war? Did he like being named after a being so violent? The Magnus clone wasn’t quite sure if he liked it. Seemed – too violent… He dropped his optics and fumbled with his thumb digits, not sure as to how to tell his new owner that he was uncertain if he ‘liked it’ or not. He didn’t want to tick her off…

“The cartoon character wasn’t mean or anything. He was actually like a really good guy that rescued all the women,” Jenna added upon seeing his hesitation.

Oh, so the Thor she wanted to name him after was some cartoon hero character? He could handle that thought. With a nod, he gave her a relieved smile “I love the designation.”

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Later that night…..
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Jenna swayed as she tapped the keys on the laptop. Grinning at the two droids connected to it by long USB cords, she lifted her glass of whiskey to them. “Don’t worry boys. I got this now,” she slurred. Giggling, she tapped some more keys and squinted at the screen.

“Whatcha up to now – you conniving whore?” Tabby snickered from her perch on one of the beds. She too had had more than her share of the whiskey – a pattern that the two clones would soon learn was the standard nightly routine.

“Hehehehehe, Should I download the total package – or just the security package? They’ve got a hell-of-a-deal for the total package.” She took another big sip of her drink, and would’ve fallen off the side of her chair had the big blue clone not steadied her.

“What’s the fucking difference?” her friend asked as she flipped through the channels, not finding much to watch.

“Well one enables them to protect us and fight human attackers…” Jenna paused and punched in a few more words.

“An the other?” Tabby gave up trying to find a decent movie and flipped to the adult channels. Why not? She and Jenna weren’t gay or anything – they just liked to get drunk and critique other people’s sexual encounters.

“The other one lets them protect us – and makes them usable as sex toys too! Hehehehehehehehe – ain’t that fucking funnier than hell?!?” Jenna slapped Shaq on his knee armor and peered up at the huge clone. “You fucking someone like me… God what a screwed up image!”

The Motor Master clone frowned but knew better than to voice an insult back at the drunken woman. She was his new owner. If he pissed her off now – she might just Pawn him in the next city. That would suck. But it irked him that she thought it was funny that he had a usable cable – IF he had the programming download installed TO use it. Instead, he satisfied himself by giving her his most intimidating glower…

….which had absolutely no effect at all on the plastered woman. “Oh looky Tabby – he’s pissed. Hehehehehehehehehehe!”

“Give him the total package just because of that!” the other woman hooted back.

Jenna turned her eyes back to the keyboard and began frantically typing. “I’m gonna get it for both of ya’ll droids. So there!” With that, she tapped ‘enter’ and the download commensed.
Thor’s optics met Shaq’s as he allowed the program zip files to flow through his firewall. Just what in the hell had Shaq gotten them into? He wondered to himself with a worried scrunch of his optic ridges….

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“Hehehehehehehehe, check THIS out!” Tabby snickered. With a twist of her wrist, she just about made the Motor Master clone levitate off of the bed. “Wish my fourth husband reacted that way – I might’ve kept him around a bit longer!”

Shaq panted as she stopped twisting his cable. He curled his hands in the covers, wishing the woman would just use him for interface – or leave his interface systems the slag alone! He wasn’t about to admit to her that someone as small and as weak as herself could cause him pain – that would show that he in fact was weak! No, he’d suffer through this…

“Watch this!” Jenna poured her shot onto the tip of the black vacuum-hose-looking-robot-cock that she was holding. “Adds flavor…. Hehehehehehehehe” she slurred as she began to lick it off.

Throwing his helm back with a clang against the headboard, Thor moaned as the small licks caused waves of ecstasy to wash over him. This sex play had been going on ever since the programs had installed themselves in him and Shaq. It was exciting to get this type of personal attention – but was becoming swiftly frustrating as well. These drunks seemed to enjoy using everything as the butt of their jokes. And right now that happened to be the two clones.

“Oh, that was reeeeeeeaaaaallll good Jenna – but check this out,” Tabby challenged. Taking another swing of her drink, she rose up on her knees. “Stroke yourself Nigga” she ordered right before her lips met his..

Hesitantly, he wrapped his digits around his own cable, almost relieved that he’d now be controlling whether he felt pain or pleasure. Her lips became forceful, demanding entrance for her Jack Daniels flavored tongue. Trying not to show his displeasure over the whiskey flavor, Shaq allowed her to control his mouth while he concentrated more on stroking himself. He moaned into her mouth as his networks flowed with delicious signals…

Right about that time, Tabby collapsed against him. He pulled his hand up in shock, catching the woman as she slid down his frame. “Ma-am Tabby?” he inquired.

“Hehehehehehehehe I beat you bitch! Hehehehehehehehe!” Jenna hooted triumphantly. Pouring herself another shot, she slammed it down. “Drank your sorry ass under the table again!”

“She has passed out?” the Motor Master clone said in surprise. He’d seen one of their supervisors back at the shipping company get drunk and giggly – and had heard the other human employees joking about getting plastered and passing out. He had just never expected to have one pass out on HIM! What in the hell did he do with the unconscious woman now?!? He glanced over at the Magnus clone – looking for guidance.

‘/Tuck her under the covers and deactivate your cable/’ Thor advised him.

Grumbling under his breath about not getting the action that had seemed to be indicated by Tabby’s actions, Shaq did as his friend advised. He was not happy about this evening. Disappointed and horny as hell! He wished that Jenna had never given him these useless pleasure programs in the first place!

It wasn’t long after Tabby knocked out – that Jenna was snoring away as well. Thor took care of her as well and slid under the covers next to her. “Well, we’ve had an interesting insight as to our owner’s habits,” he said to Shaq.

Grabbing the remote – since there was no conscious human there that could tell him ‘no’ – Shaq snorted as he began to go through the channels. “What? That we’ve been bought by a fucked up drunk like that asshole Sam who used to boss us around.”

“Pretty much. But they’re still better than Sam was. At least we get to defrag on beds and control the TV,” Thor said in a cheerful voice. He always tried to look at the positives of every situation. “And these two aren’t drinking and then trying to run us over with a forklift.”
“Humph, I still say that we should’ve grabbed that forklift and flipped it on his worthless ass.” Shaq turned his attention back to flipping channels again. He wanted something, anything, to take his meta off his throbbing cable.

“You know, maybe when they’re sober – they’ll actually make use of these things?” the Magnus clone pointed at his crotch.

“Maybe – and maybe you’re too slaggin’ positive. Ever think about that?” the black clone shot back. He finally found a good movie. Some show called ‘Terminator II’ – something about machines trying to rule the Earth and kill a bunch of humans. Right up his alley. Too bad his programming forbade him to become violent unless his owner ordered it. He’d sure like to explore that part of his personality a bit more.

“Rather be positive – then always be in a bad mood. Like some clones I know.” Unfazed by his friend’s sarcastic snort, he settled down next to his snoring master and fell into defrag…

“Autobot clones are so slaggin annoying,” Shaq mumbled to himself. A smile finally graced his face plate as the Terminator began to blow things up in its pursuit of prey… Yes, he liked this movie…..

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Note: Ok, came up with another short story muse. This will be a two chapter one like the last one. Once I decide on the perfect erotic scene to finish it off. Hope my characterization of a Motor Master clone was decent.
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