Fandom: Transformers G1 season 1 + The Ultimate Guide
Pairing: Megatron/Starscream, Skywarp/Wanderer
Rating: R for Mech/Mech, NC-17 for M/F
Codes: Slash, Het
Writers: Rauhnee Ranshanka, Karl Wolfemann and Otter Foxfire
Summary: When two meteors-that-aren't-meteors crash in the Canadian Rockies, they contain two new players for the war, and either one could tip the balance of power, but they bring a war of their own to the planet as well.
Note 1: No fleshy bits on machines.
Note 2: Yes, it's Female OC centric. Yes, I expect her to sleep with half the robotic cast before settling down. No, I'm not going to apologize. First story in the fandom. I have to get the OCs out somehow.
Note 3: Where there was a data conflict, we went with the Ultimate Guide.
Note 4: If anyone is dumb enough to think I own the Transformers and thus Hasbro, I have this bridge in Brooklyn to sell.
Units of time:
solar cycle: a local (non-Cybertron) day
lunar cycle: a local (non-Cybertron) month
stellar cycle: a local (non-Cybertron) year
nanoklik: 1 second
klik: 1.2minutes
breem: 8.3 minutes
joor: 1 hour
cycle: 2 hours
megacycle: 2.6 hours
orn: a Cybertron day (31 hours)
decaorn: 10 Cybertronian days (a week)
metacycle: a year on Cybertron (1491 orn)
vorn: 83 metacycles
ganon: 2,286 vorn/1,000,442 Earth stellar cycles
Wanderer's Home 01: Wanderer's Arrival
Deep beneath the ocean, resting against the sea floor, the crashed hulk of a Starcruiser lays, its dim lights flickering now and then, but mostly steady, a utilitarian, but foreboding lighting. From the dim light stretched one blue metallic hand to tap a display screen, red optics shifted as a giant head turned to look over it's owners' solid blue metallic shoulder.
"Megatron, you may wish to see this," Soundwave spoke evenly. "The two incoming meteors have a power source and robotic life signals."
"Power?" Megatron eagerly cut off his typical response at the magic word. "Life from Cybertron?"
"No, Lord Megatron," Soundwave's impassive voice seemed to harmonize with only itself, as if replaying the words over as he spoke, so fast that it overlaid on itself. "The power origins unknown. They correspond with no known ship or lifeform type. Projecting crash site."
"The 'Canadian Rockies ... Decepticons!" Megatron roared, his sharp optics taking in the displayed information in the blinking of a nanoklik. "To the skies! We will claim this energy for ourselves."
An assortment of metallic evil enlived took off at the command; the eager, sinister Starscream glowered, muttering to the others in the rear, out of 'earshot' of their leader. "Twenty gets you thirty Megatron'll get his servos kicked by whoever's in those things."
"You're on," Thundercracker snorted. "No one beats Megatron."
"Forty chips says Starscream gets his servos kicked," Skywarp got into the game.
"By the owners of those ships, or Megatron?" the blue Seeker laughed.
"Either," Skywarp laughed back.
"Silence you traitors!" Starscream snarled, twisting midair to fire on them both. "I am superior to you all! Not even Megatron compares to my mighty intellect!"
"Right, right, no one kicks your tail rudder," the black Seeker backed off quickly.
"That's better," Starscream settled down before the squabble drew Megatron's attention. The rest of the flight to the Canadian Rockies went quietly enough, but not fast enough to beat the first meteor-like ship to the ground, or....
"The Autobots!" Starscream howled in frustration. "Attack!"
"No!" Megatron countered.
"What?" Starscream just about lost his composure.
"Let them deal with whatever is inside those ships, then we will pick up the pieces," Megatron explained calmly. "Why waste our energy when the Autobots can do the fighting? Hide yourselves. Soundwave, launch Laserbeak."
"Laserbeak: Operation Surveillance," Soundwave commanded, ejecting the cassette into the air to transform into the mechanical black bird. "Record and report what the Autobots say and learn," he pointed at the gathering in the valley below them.
"Perceptor, what are we looking at?" Optimus Prime asked as he stood with Jazz, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Warpath, Mirage and Ironhide at the edge of a small creator created by the 15-meter diameter 'meteor' when it had 'landed'.
"An alien space ship of a kind never encountered before," Perceptor said. "Its power supply is draining quickly, and there is a single weak life sign deep inside. Cybertronian in origin, I believe. Though not modern Cybertronian." He shifted around, then transformed to his base form. "The door is here."
"Well, let's get it open," Optimus Prime said and stepped forward with Warpath and Ironhide to pry it open, only to have part of the rock slide out and over before they touched it.
Warpath and Ironhide both took a step back in shock at the sight of the silvery ... thing ... inside as it awkwardly struggled to extract itself from the cramped confines of it's rocky ship.
"Greetings," Optimus offered his hand to the dull silvery creature as it became apparent she wasn't like anyone from Cybertron in design, for all she shared their basic body design of two arms and two legs with a torso and head. Yet not even Ironhide couldn't begin to guess what her alternate form might look like.
"Zushita," she replied, looking at him warily and avoiding his assistance. She eventually stood upright and looked at Optimus Prime in the eye before looking at the others. "Trgi yi u-kikka?"
"I do not understand," Optimus Prime told her before glancing back towards Perceptor for help.
"It does have a fundamental mathematical base like ours, but it is not a related language," Perceptor offered. "I will be able to translate soon, if you can keep her talking."
It was enough of a distraction that she slipped away from him and bolted, only to crash squarely into Ratchet when he stepped into the larger robot's path that sent them both sprawling on the ground. There was barely enough time to resister the impact before she was up again, but this time Optimus was squarely in her way and caught her gently but firmly.
"We will not hurt you," he said as gently as he could. He recognized panic when he saw it, even if he understood very little else about this strange femme-bot.
"Ei'rlr!" she squirmed in his grip, trying to escape even though she didn't have the strength to and they both knew it.
"Please calm down," Optimus said again, trying to get her to focus on him instead of the tree line beyond his forces. "You are not in danger. We want to help you."
"Optimus," Ratchet caught their attention as he stepped up, not wanting to startle his leader into loosening his grip. "Here," he offered a small energon cube from himself. "It's safe," he promised, hoping his tone and manner would come across.
Her eyes fixed on the energon, and her body quivered before she relaxed her resistance to being held and reached hesitantly for it. Ratchet put it in her hand and stepped back, watching her to gage her damages as best he could without getting hands on. There was no way she was ready to let him properly diagnose her condition.
Optimus Prime relaxed his grip a bit so she could absorb it, and watched her eat hurriedly, ready at any instant to tighten his grip again.
The energon gone, she looked him in the face again. "Ei'rlr!" she repeated, looking over her shoulder as the other meteor came down several miles away. "Ei'rlr!" she tried to point to it, her fear spiking again.
"I believe I understand the fundamentals now," Perceptor spoke up before speaking to her, stringing together sounds that made no sense to his companions, but clearly made sense to her given the rapid spat of a response he got.
"The other meteor contains her enemy," Perceptor translated. "She's very afraid of him." He looked back at her and said a few more things, and she reluctantly snapped her chin up and to her right. "She'll understand English and Cybertronian shortly," he added as he passed her a chip.
She regarded it suspiciously, then inserted it into a slot on her forearm.
A moment later and she focused on Optimus Prime. "If he sees you with me, he'll kill you too."
"Nobody's killing anyone," he promised her. "Who is coming after you?" He asked, as the rest of the Autobots turned to face where the other meteor had crashed.
"Don't remember," she tried to pull away again. "Can't fight him."
"You won't have to," Optimus reassured her. "Ratchet, take her back to the Ark. You'll be safe there," he promised her, encouraging her to go with the Autobots' medic.
She'd made two steps before railgun fire erupted around them, digging into everyone and everything around her while it sliced into its primary target.
"Prime!" Ratchet forgot his orders almost instantly as he rushed forward to help his leader while the others returned fire.
From a ridge above the battlefield, Megatron smiled as he watched the Autobots fight and the female alien bolt for the trees. "Skywarp. Bring her to me."
"As you wish, Megatron," the black Seeker agreed, teleporting out as the Decepticon leader watched the battle. It wasn't going to last long and he had no doubts the Autobots would drive the second alien off, but seeing Prime wounded and in pain was always a pleasure.
"Over here!" Skywarp called to the fleeing alien as he appeared nearby, motioning for her to follow him behind an outcropping. Her partially translucent state wasn't lost on him, but it wasn't something he cared about either. "I can get you out of here!" He was privately pleased that she didn't even wait for him to finish before running for him. He didn't need Ratchet's training or Perceptor's ability to recognize a bot on their last energy reserves and running for their life. It made her very vulnerable to bribery and that was an advantage.
"Hold on tight," he warned her, before he teleported back out, a hail of railgun shots ripping through the rockface just after they'd taken off.
He reappeared next to Megatron and felt sharp claws briefly drive into his shoulders as she processed what had happened and panicked, only to relax again as he let her go to stand on her own feet on solid ground. The thing that stuck in his mind the most before she stepped away from him to assess the Decepticons was the fact that she was as tall as Megatron; a head and some taller than he was.
"You are?" she asked, focusing on Megatron almost immediately.
"I am Megatron, leader of the Decepticons," he told her, standing tall and looking down at the battle again. "Are you on the run from the second warrior who landed?" He asked her, looking up at the ledge above the fight. It was such a temptation, but given her first encounter with the Autobots didn't seem to go poorly, he needed some sort of an excuse.
"Yes," she nodded with no real hesitation. "He's hunted me for a long time. Are they Decepticons?" she motioned to the embattled robots below.
"No; they are Autobots. I will explain later, but you're fortunate you found your way to us," he told her, raising his cannon. He fired a blast at the rockface, shattering it and sending boulders raining down on the lot of them, coming from behind the newcomer. The Autobots would be able to respond before they were caught in it, but he might catch one of two of them if he was lucky.
"Come, we'll return to our base. You need fuel, and repairs," he pointed out to her.
She nodded, glancing at the rubble and then back at Megatron as they lifted off. "I can't fly. Not without full repairs."
"Allow me," Starscream said with a half-bow.
"Starscream will carry you," Megatron agreed. "We'll arrange for repairs once we've landed - until then, this might help you on the way," he added, offering her a handful of energon chips.
"Thank you," she nodded and consumed them quickly before she to wrapped her arms around Starscream's neck while he held on to her waist
"I've never lost a passenger, unless I wanted to," Starscream reassured her, rolling to take off after Megatron, the rest of them following to make sure nothing happened, and to watch her for weaknesses and reactions.
Despite the secure double-grip, it was all too clear that she was not only keenly aware of what she did to his aerodynamics, but that she wasn't that comfortable with flying. Despite that, and just how drained he suspected she was relative to her max, despite the fear she'd shown several times that marked her as more suitable for an Autobot, he was sure she'd be deadly when repaired and recharged.
After all, the other alien had weapons and power on her, but she continued to survive. Whatever allowed that, it was worth learning, and exploiting.
If nothing else, he could trade her to the other alien for something useful and enjoy having a femme around in the meantime.
Soon they were back at their base, and the new arrival was grateful to be back on solid surface, even if it was a tower lift.
"Where are you from?" Megatron asked her as they road the lift down into the base. "Join me, and I'll see that you recharge before your repairs."
The question gave her pause, then she scowled and finally flicked her chin to the left as the lift stopped inside the starship stuck at the bottom of the sea. "I don't have access to that ... I haven't needed it in so long. I will fight for you though."
"Good," he nodded and led her to the recharging chambers deep inside the ship. "Why don't you tell us what happened to you, what you remember at least. Why were you being hunted?"
"Fully charged, I might remember, but that data has not been needed in too long to be in active memory," she told him and lay down in the charging chamber. "He has been after me for a very long time. I remember worlds where natives have taken me in, tried to help me, and he wiped them out for it. My ship landed here to recharge inside the magma layer. Until it comes back up, I survive any way I have to. I fought him, beat him, long ago, but his ship is better and the hunt has worn me down.
"I remember home, before the war," she let her optics drift off-line, going deeper into her fragmentary active memory as energy flowed freely for the first time in what felt like forever. "The palace. It was so beautiful. Crystal and gold, when the suns were out you could drink in the power just by standing in its shadow. It was so warm," she murmured, only partially conscious.
"Then the war, he destroyed the palace?" Megatron prodded, delighted at how easily she seemed to talk and what he was sure were sounds of pleasure at the energy flow. If this was pleasurable, he could make her scream in ecstasy. Pleasure was such a motivator for females.
"His kind," she said quietly. "He hunts for his masters. Hunts the survivors. Hunts me. I used to fight, I beat him, never could kill him," she rambled as much as spoke.
"Why did you live in the palace?" Megatron almost cooed. He was fully aware that Soundwave, Starscream and Skywarp were hanging out, the Seekers keeping their distance while Soundwave had moved closer. He was sure his loyal servant was recording every nuance of this. "A palace is for special people."
"I was important?" she half asked.
"You must have been, to live in a palace and have someone hunt you so hard for so long," Megatron told her. "A very important warrior."
"Maybe," she shifted, her optics on-lining briefly to look at him. "Don't even know my name. I'm no one now," she said softly. "Just a wanderer."
"Well, you need a name," Megatron told her. "So we will call you Wanderer until you remember your name."
"All right," she agreed without question. "Do all Decepticons fly?"
"Yes, Wanderer," he nodded. "After you are fully repaired, we will upgrade you so you can as well."
"All right," she said, her processors distracted. "You know you are in great danger from him for harboring me."
"The Autobots may be, but not the Decepticons," Megatron said with absolute assurance. "And once you are strong again, you will hunt him at my side."
"That sounds good," she murmured, drifting further off.
"Soundwave, have Laserbeak watch her," Megatron ordered as he stood.
"Yes, Lord Megatron," Soundwave replied and ejected the robotic avian, who found a perch and settled in for the watch.
"They are preparing for her repairs, Megatron," Soundwave said as they left the room. "I have recorded the discussion and am processing it for subsonic and other information."
"Good," Megatron nodded to him.
"Do you believe her long-winded story?" Starscream asked him, considering what he'd heard himself.
"I believe she believes it," he said simply. "She said herself that her memory circuits are questionable at best."
"Very true. We might be better off trading her to the hunter though - he did well against the Autobots," Starscream pointed out. "All we've seen her do is run from fights, but the hunter has been just as long from home, and he's still fully functional."
"I will determine what we do with her, and when," Megatron focused on his Air Commander fully. "I want to see what she's capable of when she's fully functional."
"Regardless, it'll be nice having a femme around again," Thundercracker said almost to himself. "I barely remember the last one that wasn't an Autobot prisoner."
"Those were fun to play with though," Skywarp chuckled. "Even if it has been forever since we even had one of them."
"Yeah, it sucks that femmes are extinct," Thundercracker agreed. "Maybe when we finally crush the Autobots we'll get a few more."
"Does Lord Megatron find her ... appealing?" Starscream mocked his leader, and earned himself the second warning of the day that he was on his way to another beating.
"So what if I do?" Megatron dared him.
"Jealous?" Skywarp snickered, knowing all too well what kept his fellow Seeker alive half the time.
"Not at all," Starscream said smoothly. "Why should I be concerned about somebody wanting to be with a decrepit, rusting, delusional fossil?" He was already going to hurt for this, he might as well make it worthwhile. The flair in Megatron's eyes told him he'd hit home, hard ... maybe a little too hard.
Even Soundwave took a step back to be clear of what everyone expected to go down when Laserbeak interrupted the tension with a squawk.
"She has charged as much as her current state will allow," Soundwave reported.
"I'll take her down to repair," Skywarp offered, more interested in getting closer to the first femme he'd met in ages than avoiding watching Megatron rape his wingleader.
"Do that," Megatron nodded, his eyes still on Starscream, though the subtle change in that look was there for those that knew him well.
Without so much as a warning, he grabbed Starscream by the throat and slammed him against the nearest wall in two strides before letting his momentum close the distance between them.
"Lord Megatron," Starscream squirmed, his voice going up an octave as fear rushed through him.
"Perhaps I should take the edge off before I deal with the femme again," Megatron smiled, a look that made it all the more disturbing.
"Y-yes, my Lord," Starscream whimpered, even as deep inside he looked forward to these encounters. Megatron wasn't a kind lover, few Decepticons were, but he was absolutely intense on every level in a way few could match.
He lowered his defenses a bit, opening himself up to the connection Megatron was establishing, though not before he'd been careful to block off certain areas of his mind.
~You've grown to enjoy this, haven't you?~ Megatron's voice was in his head now as the leader's powerful personality flooded Starscream's circuits, wrapping the Seeker in a nearly suffocating presence that drained his energy, even as Megatron ruthlessly triggered both pain and pleasure in his touch circuitry.
~I learn something new each time,~ Starscream responded mentally, pulling his personality back into harder to reach portions of his psyche, fighting to maintain his autonomy as long as he could, mounting a defense against the indomitable personality that was seeking him out. It was just a game, one he'd never win, but he knew his leader and he knew that his survival could rest on giving Megatron the rush of pleasure that only came after a battle for dominance on this most personal plane.
A low chuckle greeted the statement, and the effort at a defense. With each pluck of pain or pleasure along his tactile sensors, Megatron got a little deeper, took a little more. Each moment was harder to hold together until Starscream was limp in the real world, a sharp keen erupting from his voice synthesizer in a wordless begging for the invasion and torment to end.
Then, for a brief, almost blissful moment, Starscream ceased to exist. He was absorbed into Megatron's personality, his circuitry laid bare to his Master's perusal, except for the areas he'd built greater defenses around, the true dark corners and nooks of his mind. As long as he stayed out of them, Megatron usually left them be... which was probably why Starscream was still alive.
With the scrape of metal against metal as Starscream slid down the wall he'd been pinned against, the world came back into a form of focus for the red and white Seeker. As always, he was drained, weak and badly disoriented when Megatron withdrew; physically as vulnerable as he had been mentally moments before.
"That was a good idea," Megatron said with a smug, sated satisfaction before stepping away to go check on his newest Decepticon.
"How are you feeling?" Skywarp asked as he helped the still unsteady alien bot to her feet from the charging chamber.
"Better than I have in a long time," she smiled at him in thanks and let her fingers linger in his hand. "Perhaps when I have finished repairs, I can offer a more personal thank-you?" she crooned.
"I would welcome it," he smiled back at her and guided her through a route that wouldn't take them past Megatron and Starscream. "It has been forever since I've had such lovely company."
"Females are rare among your kind?" she asked, curious and interested.
"Very rare," he nodded. "I've met a couple, but no one who wanted anything to do with me."
"I can not see why," Wanderer cocked her head, looking over at him as they walked. "You are attractive, strong, and have a useful talent."
"I'm ... attractive?" he nearly stammered as the door opened to the repair bay and he showed her where to lie down so the repair robots could do their work.
"I think so," she cooed and relaxed as her body was repaired. "I've always had a thing for fast black fighters."
"Well thanks," he said, about as close to blushing as his metal body could come. "You're attractive too... very exotic. What do you transform into?"
It took her a moment to dig that information up. "There's a six-limbed predator, and a low, fast ground vehicle. I should be able to show you when these things are done. With a full charge, I can scan and adopt a new form, but it's been ages. I'm not sure if the programming is still intact."
"If it is, that would be very useful - I'd keep that between the two of us," Skywarp told her. "We can do something like it, but we need to send scanners out and take some time to reconfigure first."
"Okay," Wanderer agreed, though she wasn't sure why he'd want her to withhold the information. "Are Megatron and Starscream lovers?"
"Not a chance," Skywarp laughed hard. "Starscream just keeps opening his mouth and sticking his foot in it. And they say I'm the one who isn't too smart," he snorted. "No, they're not a couple - don't think Starscream's thought about anybody like that in nine ganon or more."
"He lost his in the war?" she guessed.
"Before, actually," Skywarp explained. "Who told you about the war?"
"Megatron implied it rather strongly," she said, wincing as a particularly degraded chunk of circuitry was worked on. "Are you not at war with the Autobots?"
"We are," he confirmed with a slight nod. "Remember much more about yourself?"
"Bits," she said, trying to make sense of a still-jumbled memory log. "Mostly I remember fighting, a lot against him, earlier times against others. Sometimes with a big crowd watching. Lovers, no one special. It was just for fun. A lot of fighting. I won when it wasn't against him. Just nothing lately."
"With a crowd?" Skywarp raised an eyebrow. "Like in an arena, or a street fight?"
Wanderer thought about it, cross-referenced the terms, and twitched her chin up and to the right. "An arena."
"So you might have been a gladiator," he considered her, and what she'd said.
"I guess," she said quietly. "It would fit?"
"Yeah, it would fit," he nodded. "Have you ever snuck into someplace secure?"
"Probably, but I could not tell you how," she admitted. "Just remember waking up places I should not have been able to walk into."
"Have ... Lord Megaton," Skywarp stepped away from Wanderer as soon as he saw who had entered the room. "Repairs are going well. She should be able to join us to gather energy by morning."
"Excellent," Megatron nodded. "You said you are willing to fight for me."
"Yes, Lord Megatron," she twitched her chin upward and right.
"There is a high probability the Autobots will attack while we are there," he told her evenly, his optics taking alien but still feminine form. "Will you fight them?"
"If they attack, yes," Wanderer said without question. "I'll kill anything that attacks that I can."
"Good," Megatron said with clear approval in his voice. Her pleasure at the small praise wasn't lost on either Decepticon who saw it. "I'm looking forward to seeing how well you fight."
"Who is Starscream, in the ranks, Lord Megatron?" she asked politely.
"Technically, my Second in Command and Air Commander," Megatron chuckled. "He might not be that for much longer."
"For failure, ambition or insubordination?" she almost giggled.
"Stupidity," Megatron snorted. "I probably won't even be the one to deactivate him."
"You sound disappointed?" she cocked her head slightly, only to go abruptly rigid with a nearly silent scream as energy arced around her body.
"Lord Megatron; is everything progressing normally?" Soundwave asked, arriving at the repair bay just a few moments after Wanderer's scream.
"Yes," Megatron waved him off. "Repairs when that badly damaged are not always pleasant."
"Understood, My Lord," Soundwave bowed slightly. "I will review all communications for the frequencies she just emitted. She clearly emits frequencies well above normal audible range."
"Do that," Megatron nodded. "Inform me of anything that was transmitted, even if it seems unimportant."
"As you command, Megatron," Soundwave nodded. "I could have Laserbeak maintain surveillance, in case of any 'attacks.'"
"Do that," Megatron nodded.
"Laserbeak: Operation Surveillance," Soundwave ordered as he ejected the black cassette.
"Pretty birdy," Wanderer mumbled, her optics glazed over as the repair robots worked on her internal circuitry.
"Watch her, Laserbeak. Alert if anything changes," Soundwave ordered.
"Hi," Skywarp said when he saw Wanderer's optics light up while the repair bots finished their last welds. He had to admit, she looked a lot better now with all her bits shiny and looking like they should, even if she was still without much by way of a skin.
"Hey," she smiled up at him. "They done yet?"
"Yes," he stood and offered her a hand up. "How do you feel?"
"I could stand another round in the recharge unit, but pretty good," she accepted his hand as she sat up and got off the repair platform. "I don't think I've been in this good a shape in nine vorn."
"You're probably in better shape than you've been in longer than that," he told her with a grin. "Care to test out your upgrades? Kick off the ground a bit. Not too hard, you don't want to hit the ceiling."
She nodded and jumped up, her motions still those of a ground 'bot, but the upgrades worked and held her at the apex of her jump somewhat to her surprise.
He watched her shift her center of balance, testing how her programming worked with the new three-dimensional environment, and couldn't help but be impressed at just how much some repairs and energy had changed her manners. She felt strong now, and it made her all the more appealing. It also made it that much more likely to put her out of his reach, once she realized who else she could have.
"It's somewhat like underwater," Wanderer said, as much to herself as the black Seeker as her maneuvers became more advanced with each successful one. "Have you always had an airborne form?"
"Always have," Skywarp nodded. "Most of the Decepticons have. We were built for battle and speed. Megatron's the main exception - I think it was one of the Primes' bright ideas to make sure that he'd always be loyal. His real firepower needs somebody to use him in a fight," he explained. "Usually Starscream."
"He is that much more powerful than most?" she asked before attempting a backwards summersault midair that almost planted her face in the ground before she recovered enough to settle upright again.
"His cannon is," Skywarp nodded. "His primary gun is a fusion cannon that taps into a black hole for its power supply. He can atomize a target at full power, though it's a pretty big drain."
"That is an impressive weapon," she said with clear respect for the damage it represented as she landed. "Do I remember right that you'd never gotten the attention of a femme?" she nearly purred as her fingers slid along his cheek.
"Yeah," he admitted, running his own heavier, less agile hand along her smooth chassis, inwardly wondering at the power he could feel in the much lighter design. He'd been on the receiving end of Megatron's attentions a few times, and was used to Starscream and Thundercracker. Sometimes he even won the battle for dominance with his fellow Seekers.
"Is there a place where we can lock the door?" she cooed, just a touch of her intentions for him crossing over their contact.
"I can think of a few places ... or we can go out, get you some fresh air and a bit of a charge," he offered. "Just have to stay out of airspace anybody's watching."
"As tempting as that sounds, we'll be too vulnerable if my hunter finds us," she said with a tiny charge to her fingers to trigger pleasure along his tactile sensors. The moan it drew from him brought a deeper smile. "I think I have a great deal to teach you, Skywarp. At least about the enjoyable things in life."
"Probably," he only just managed to keep himself from trembling at what was being promised. "This way," he managed to get out and led her to a storeroom, locking the door behind them. It wouldn't keep anyone out that really wanted or needed in, but it would work for those just wandering around.
"Dark, I like that," Wanderer smiled and casually walked to a place where the crates would conceal them from the door but didn't hem them in if they had to move. With a gentle touch, she pushed Skywarp down, making him sit so she could kneel straddling his legs. "Relax," she cooed as she settled, their foreheads touching and torsos nearly so. "Follow the energy, join me over here."
Skywarp could feel sensations that were completely alien. The struggle for breath, a heart racing, the sound of her voice made him want to explode.
~Shu,~ she whispered directly into his mind, even though he hadn't lowered his barriers yet. ~Roll with it, handsome. It will be worth it.~
"Al-all right," he stammered out loud and opened himself up, even though it didn't seem like she needed his permission.
~You aren't given a choice by the others, are you?~ she asked him gently as she drew part of him into herself and wrapped them in a bubble of energy that formed the visual of a lavish room with opaque crystal walls and soft purple velvet and silk fabric.
"Not usually," he admitted. "It's not really how Decepticons handle it. The strong take what they want from the weaker. Megatron and Starscream can take me as they please. Thundercracker and I are largely equal. I think Soundwave does his own thing with his cassettes, and Reflector has himself, or maybe Rumble."
"Well, that's not how things work in here," Wanderer told him and stepped close, making him aware of body heat and that he had a very solid, very organic body.
"What?" he gasped, looking down at himself and then at her. At short, fine blue fur; at her flat face that looked like a cross between a cat and a human; at the fluff twitching between each of their legs. At the odd sensation of a small, very flexible tail that seemed to default to being tucked up between his legs.
"In time, you can developed your own self-view for bio-sex, but for now, I worked with what I know best," Wanderer smiled. "Bios have one advantage over us," she purred and slid her arms around his neck before pressing their mouths together tenderly. "They have a much stronger sense of touch for pleasure."
He couldn't argue with that - his entire body was tingling with unusual sensations, pleasant ones, particularly between his legs.
"People from your world?" He asked her between somewhat awkward kisses, still working on how to control the form he was entirely unused to working with mentally, that was so much softer and more flexible than his own metallic body, yet so much more rigid than his energy self.
"Those who created us, I think," she said, running her hands down his light, muscular frame to rest on slender hips. "They've been extinct since the first days. The form is good for a few things though," she promised with a trail of kisses down his chest as she knelt. "Relax your tail," she cooed.
"Okay," he nodded slightly, focusing a bit to try and relax, lowering the almost feathered length, gasping as he felt the 'air' of their surroundings brushing against his groin, then her fingers slid along the only bit of his body that wasn't covered in the soft black fuzz.
Then the hard, bare length was enclosed in hot wetness, and the pressure dropped around it.
Skywarp moaned, reaching down, running his fingers through Wanderer's short fur as his tactile senses spiked, his hips thrusting forward into the pleasure she was offering him. He was vaguely aware that she'd provided him with pre-programmed reflexes for what this form should do, and he wasn't about to contest them. Instead he just went for the ride, much like he did when Megatron took him, only this was nothing like what Megatron did to him.
His body trembled; it would be over with very soon. He didn't understand why pleasure made it so hard to hold himself back, but within moments he not only couldn't, but didn't want to.
With an uncontrolled cry he thrust his hips forward hard, distantly aware that her face was pressed against his flesh, and of the energy erupting out of him and into her mouth through the hard flesh in her mouth.
He panted, trying to stay standing, though his legs wanted to give way beneath him. After a few long moments, he pulled her up, kissing her himself this time, a little more skillfully as his still-hard flesh throbbed against her abs.
"That was incredible," he murmured. "How about you?"
"The charge is nice," she smiled and drew him towards the couch-like bed. "But that's just the warm-up," she cooed before gentle pushing him to lie back on it. "Foreplay," she slid onto the bed and straddled his hips. "Intercourse is much better," she promised before leaning down to kiss him as she rubbed her slick, swollen sex against his erection.
"Mmm ... a guy could get used to lessons like this," he murmured, his hands sliding up to her full chest, semi-conscious that it would be a pleasurable area for her.
"I have plenty more lessons to teach," she murmured before lifting her hips up slightly and sliding back to take his erection into her slick, hot, tight body. "Fantasies in here are about all that's kept me sane for vorn."
"You can make a lot of them real now," he pointed out with a groan, his hips thrusting up into her on reflex. "Incredible!"
"Looking forward to it," Wanderer arched her body with a moan of raw, unadulterated pleasure as her body twitched and squeezed his as she lifted herself up and down, riding him with a passion as bright as her passion for survival. "And to when you're used this enough to last."
"I'll have to... mmmm... learn fast," he panted, squeezing her breasts, then sliding his hands down her bouncing hips. "This your favorite way?"
"Not quite," she grinned through the pleasure she didn't try to hold back or hide. "But what I really like you aren't quite ready for," she leaned forward to kiss him, conveying the raw sexual hunger of her current body in the touch that threatened to consume him completely. "That takes enough aggression and strength to pin me, and enough endurance to outlast me."
"Better be the endurance you don't think I'm up for," he grinned wickedly, disappearing from beneath her, reappearing on top of her as she fell to the mattress. "Aggression comes built in," he grinned, grabbing her wrists and holding them to the bed, sliding his shaft into her sex and starting to thrust with a lusty growl against her neck.
"Hurrr?" Wanderer gasped in surprise, tensed, and relaxed into being dominated. "Yes!" she hissed, her body tightening around him, under him, the physical pleasure magnified by his dominance. "Harder, baby," she gasped, right on the edge of orgasm.
He thrust hard and deep, something telling him to bite down on the scruff of her neck as he growled, his short, feathery tail wagging behind him as his balls tightened again, squeezing more of his energy into her, only to have her return it as she climaxed around him, squeezing down tightly around his cock. He groaned around her scruff, but kept going, remembering what she'd said about endurance.
Skywarp groaned as he came back to his own body, one weak and drained from pleasure like nothing he'd known before. Right in front of his optic sensors was Wanderer, smiling at him.
"I think you need to go to the charging chamber," she said with a touch of actual concern.
"I've used my ration for the day," he shook his head, and accepted her hand up. Even knowing she had most of his energy, the strength in her lithe body surprised him.
"It is that tight?" she asked with a touch of concern.
"Yeah," he nodded. "I'll be fine. We're going to raid for energy in the morning. I'll be fine," he held back the tremor at her touch. It was electric to his circuits. "What ... what are you doing?"
"Giving a little back," she cooed. "You can barely stand, and you need to be ready to fight."
"You ... you're giving me energy?" he looked at her in open confusion.
"Hay, I'm your teammate," she looked at him, the first stirring of real doubt in her optics. "A unit is only as strong as its weakest member."
He accepted the charge, quietly thinking the way she said that line was like an Autobot, not a Decepticon. "Thanks."
"Up for a little practice in the air?" Wanderer smiled at him. "I could use it."
"Sounds good to me - I'm not running that low. We should probably take somebody else along, in case we run into trouble. Flying's no trouble, but a fight might be too much."
"Thundercracker, or someone who doesn't have an aircraft alt mode?" she asked as they walked out of the storeroom.
"Well, considering you don't have one, probably somebody who doesn't," he observed, not mentioning he didn't like the idea of Thundercracker near her when she was learning. "When things get tight, I usually transform for the extra speed and maneuverability, but you can't do that... Megatron might have somebody in mind, but I know he'll be working on planning the raid. Think you're up for a little scavenging while we're out?" He asked her with a grin. "Get a chance to recharge both of us that way, without tapping our supplies."
"Always," she nodded eagerly and grinned back. "An armed target, or civilian?"
"Depends on what we can find - why take the chance of getting shot at if we don't have to?" He grinned. "Besides - some of the armed ones have great gear, but the civilian ones are where you've got the most fuel, if you can spot a tanker fleet."
"Can the main computer find one?" she asked with a nod towards it as they entered the main control room where Thundercracker and Soundwave were.
"Uhm... maybe, but I don't use it too often," Skywarp admitted.
"What are you two looking for?" Thundercracker asked as he reviewed the intelligence of their target for the next day.
"A nice soft target we can practice flying towards and grab some fuel while we're there," Skywarp explained.
"Laserbeak, Squawkbox - Operation: Refuel," Soundwave intoned, ejecting the second cassette, Laserbeak descending from his perch to lead the way out for the amalgam robot that followed him. "I will join you," he said, standing with them. "In case additional aid is needed."
"Do you have a jet form?" Wander asked curiously, fairly sure he wasn't designed for it, as they rode the lift up.
"Negative," he informed her. "Alternate form: Earth cassette recorder. Yours?" He asked her.
"Watch what you say around Soundwave," Skywarp warned her. "He never forgets anything he hears."
"Last time I tried to transform, I had two," she said, hesitating only a fraction of a second before jumping into the air to fly. "I haven't tried since I was repaired."
"You might have to during the raid, but we'll see what happens," Skywarp said easily, taking off himself as Laserbeak and Squawkbox circled the area in ever-widening circles, searching for any viable targets on their sensors. "Especially if the Autobots catch us."
"Laserbeak has acquired a target," Soundwave offered. "Due east of here, distant."
"Good - we'll have plenty of time for flight practice." Skywarp took off, following Soundwave, staying in position to make sure Wanderer was okay.
She was awkward, but given she only had kliks or so practice, she wasn't doing too badly. She'd never have the speed or agility of his alt form, but that was to be expected.
What he couldn't do was criticize her willingness to test the boundaries of her upgrade. Fear didn't seem to be in her programming, for all he'd witnessed earlier.
"Your memories; have they begun to recover?" Soundwave asked Wanderer as they flew ahead.
"In bits and pieces," she said. "A lot don't make much sense yet, not enough context to put them in. Most of what I remember is either fighting or running."
"Music, from your home or travels?" He offered. "It may help you recall."
"I'm not sure I'd call it music, but some sounds," she said, her attention drifting into herself as her flight straitened out. She hummed a few bars, a short repeating pattern that began calm but ended fast and sharp. "Excitement is attached it. Just before a battle, I think."
"Fitting," Soundwave agreed, adopting the music, extrapolating a few extra details, and beginning playback. "Similar?"
"Yes," she nodded, then hummed the pattern again, mixed with his, and extended it, tapping with the fingers of one hand in the air. By the third loop, she had something that resembled a full song, if short.
"It sounds like the kind of thing that gets played before a big contest," Skywarp said.
"Much like the Arena on Cybertron," Soundwave agreed, mixing in some of the elements from that song to fill it out. "Does it bring any memories back for you?"
"Yes," her voice dropped nearly an octave, the hunger and eagerness in it flared hot and bright without restraint. "Battles, victory, the crowd and applause," a crackle of energy ran down her form. "Good memories. A few faces."
"I'm willing to listen - we have time," Soundwave told her, as Skywarp realized that this was his superior's version of flirting. He scowled mentally, but didn't say anything... yet. Soundwave wasn't someone he could just hit, not like Thundercracker.
"Two femmes and three mechs are watching from a platform, separate from the crowd," she began, trying to translate still images and sensations into a coherent story. "I don't remember what, but it's a big deal, this fight. I'm on the floor, standing with others in a line. Maybe a dozen? Meches and femmes, we're there together, ready to fight for some prize.
"There's a femme on the platform, she's in charge. Pairs us up..." she abruptly stopped mid-air as it hit her. "Ezara. My name is Ezara."
"Very good," Soundwave encouraged her. "Keep traveling; we can continue once we're back."
"All right," she nodded and focused on incorporating her flight characteristics into her reflexes until they saw a tanker ship below them. "Our target?"
"Affirmative," Soundwave confirmed after a few moments to confer with Laserbeak. "Rumble, Frenzy, Ravage, Squawkbox - Operation: Blitzkrieg."
"About time!" Rumble announced as he was ejected and transformed, descending towards the undefended tanker ship along with Skywarp, Wanderer, and Soundwave.
"What are these critters?" Ezara asked as she landed on the deck and opened fire on the crew as they scattered, leaving three dead and two others unable to move.
"Native life form: Humans," Soundwave explained. "Dominant intelligent life; they will be subjugated in time." The rest of the defenders, such as they were, fled quickly, hurrying for cover or for lifeboats. "Not worth the energy to exterminate. I will convert their fuel to Energon."
"And I'll be ready for transport, after I've recharged," Skywarp agreed with a grin. "Starscream will blow a circuit when we get back!"
"These are intelligent?" Ezara picked one of her kills up skeptically and examined it. "They seem too small for that."
"They built the ship," Skywarp shrugged, ripping open an access to the oil reserves in the ship. "How big were your planet's organics?" He asked, before changing to his jet form and opening his bays for Rumble and Frenzy to load while Soundwave filled the cubes and Ezara studied the process before lending a hand.
"Smaller than me, but not that small," she said as she handed a full cube to Frenzy and began to fill the next. "How many days will this haul last the base?"
"With what we're planning to take tomorrow, we'll be covered for a few decaorn. If we can get further ahead, that's always best, of course. If we can ship any back to Cybertron over the space bridge, that's always best," Skywarp explained.
"What are the rules on raiding?" she asked, doing some quick mental math.
"Let Megatron know most of the time - he doesn't mind the raids, but he doesn't want us attracting attention unless he wants it," Skywarp told her as he was loaded up, sending a command to have Frenzy load the next cube into his fuel cells so he could recharge. "Not too much of it, at any rate. He has his own plans to take the planet for energy, and interruptions screw those up."
"Understood," she nodded. "Why does Cybertron need more energy than it can produce?"
"Cybertron: Entirely mechanical," Soundwave explained as he came up. "Capable of sustaining stasis; expansion requires additional resources. Sufficient reserves taken; have sent signal for additional transports. We should return."
"All right," Ezara finished filling the cube she was holding and took off, absorbing it as she watched Skywarp used the long flat deck to take off in jet mode in fascination. "I don't suppose you can make a datacard for me with the basics of this world and Cybertron?" she asked Soundwave as they flew towards their base.
"Affirmative," he told her. "It will be ready after tomorrow's operation."