Prime Blood: (with Spark of Bots now included) Magnitude:

A/n Alright I haven't a clue exactly why I'm doodling this. I guess after reading VampireQueenAkasha's Fairtale Heaven, Plenoptic's (with Flareup) and Illmatar's (DA: Maelstrom) about Ultra Magnus this needed to be done. Marissa and most of the bots/cons belong to Hasbro's. I've borrowed no characters from any other authors. Leah, Koshi, Candace, Firelock, Hope, Fire Lilly, di Vinici Virus, EMC all mine. Confused: let me know

Warnings: I'm trying a new technique with back and forth along with seeing things from each person's perspective. If it looks like crap or too confusing, please, let me know. I may pull and replace in a better technique. Instead of ignoring it and going, elch! Somebody tell me what you think. Please?

Magnus uses human bad words. On with the show…

Ultra Magnus strode down the halls towards the hangar bay. The human Earth Marine Corps were changing out their jet-jockey small craft warriors. But this time they were bringing in a new Cornel. It ticked the General off big time that Kup and Rodimus Prime were grinning wickedly. They knew something else and were holding it back from him. I'm going to be the aft of another one of their pranks. I'm the Autobot Military General, young Prime's aft saver! How dare he treat me this way! The mech that trained and saved his hot-head flaming-aft how many times? Magnus growled loudly. What would he give to rip that yellow pointed spoiler right off Rod's flamed back and beat that smirk off his face plate with it.

Instead, Ultra Magnus had just scowled and stomped out the command deck of Iacon's Autobot HQ Tower claiming the need to inspect the hangar before the new EMC arrived. Ultra Magnus wanted as far away from those two as quick as possible. Rod and Kup sniggered behind his back as the huge grumpy mech left the control room.

A few flights down the stairs and a couple turns later, the hangar door appeared. Just inside the quiet hangar, Magnus let the door close behind him. He let the pent up frustration vent out in a long loud sigh.

Wait! What was that sound? As quietly as his big peds would allow him, the red, white and blue mech slipped up on the soft sounds coming from the corner storage closet. And then he listened:

"Ah! Not like that. Oooooh, yeah, that's better. Nhh-"

"Shhh, not so loud. Do you want us to get caught?" the young mech chided his partner.

But the femme was nearly panting in passion, "Then- oh- thennnn, don- oh! Don't, tease me …oooooh 'Looooock. Mmhh!, deeper. Harder." And her words are cut off by a moan typically associated with being kissed hard and deep. Magnus' optics narrowed angrily at the young mech's panted name.

The kiss is broken off by the femme's squeal of desire. And then the young mech growls in a tone only another mech could clearly translate the meaning behind. And then there was a giggle.

Ultra Magnus' spark froze. That giggle he last heard curled up beside his own chest by his mate in their passionate secret tryst.

And then the young male joined the giggle. Magnus knew that laugh too from the youth's sire. Instantly the door to the cabinet was flying all the way across the very large hangar slamming into the opposite wall with a very loud CLANG!

RODIMUS ! The General , nope, rephrase that, the older sire really didn't need to use the internal closed-com to reach the young mech's sire. Everyone in the command tower six levels up probably heard the bellow ricocheting off the hangar and hall walls from the bellowing vocorder. Even the younger orange sire to whom it was directed.

As for the two young lovers in the closet, they froze in both fear and shock of being discovered. Hope kept her blue helm buried in Firelock's red flamed chest. In turn Firelock has clasped a hand over her helm keeping it tight to his chest in protection. Unfortunately, his other arm is trapped between their bodies, painfully intimate. Seeing the burning optics of a huge possessed sire directly before him venting steam and maybe even a hint of flames while trapped in what is left of the closet, the young lover-mech, drops his face to the femme's helm top.

Magnus growls most protectively, "THAT won't save you, Firelock!"

The femme breathes in frustration, "Oh frag."

Magnus growls again, "Oh for your sake, you better hope not, Hope!"

To Rodimus' credit, he has just broken his own speed record in getting from the command tower to the Hangar Bay 2. Seeing a seething panting huge commanding mech, bristling with static and nearly ready to launch every weapon on his body at one smaller target within the closet, Rodimus slowed his approaching steps. "Ultra Magnus, what is it?" He asks carefully with his Primal tone.

Ultra Magnus uses every possible control he has left, but his body is trembling trying keep it in control. Each word is force and very angry. "Get. Your. Son. Away. From. MY DAUGHTER!"

"NO!"

Everyone's heads redirect to the voice with a snap of three neck struts. The voice came from the last bot they expected to respond in this tense moment. Firelock's helm actually dongs against the cabinet back in his shock. Then the young femme warrior shoves out of her lover's grasp and turns to the seething largest mech present. Slamming her lithe fingers over her deep green chest armor that had been sprung at her lover's caresses, she takes a bold step forward. "I said no." Then she looks past him. Her sire becomes more shocked. The blue and deep green femme catches the optics of the higher ranking mech behind her sire, "Sir, am I a full fledged femme warrior?"

Absolutely shocked and baffled, Prime answers uncomfortably, "Uhhhh, yes?" Ultra Magnus turns and scowls at Rod. Rod breaks his gaze with the fuming femme to face her fuming sire, "Magnus, she is. She's fought and earned her shield. Right?"

Magnus growls, "Rod, don't you dare use your rank to save your son. I have no problem ripping that Matrix from your chest and beating you with it to prove a point."

Rodimus narrows his gaze to his friend, "Magnus, that was low. Even for Galvatron, that was low. How dare you insinuate that I would do that? And if you want a point proven, ask her."

Ultra Magnus thrusts a finger back to Firelock still in the closet trying close up his own armor yet keeping his optics locked on Rod. "So you approve of this?"

Rod steps closer to Magnus face to face, "Look Magnus, no, of course I don't approve of them fondling in the closet. I would prefer they court or date appropriately. And, just to prove my point, why can't she?" Then changes his tactic. He steps back and crosses his arms over his chest rather smug, "Is my son not good enough for your daughter? Because, I could say just the same to you!"

Hope throws a hand up in both of the brooding sire's faces, "Frag you both!"

Both sires turn to her with a shared remark, "What did you just say to me?"

Hope crosses her arms over her chest just like her lover's sire, "You both heard me. I said frag you both. Just who the Pit do you two think you are? Neither one of you mechs are angels." Both of them cop their optics in her direction. She thrusts a finger at Prime, "So, when you meet Optimus in the Matrix, what do you plan to say to him about impregnating his daughter? Hum?" Then she turns to her sire, "And you! I know there's more than you are telling me about Mother. Otherwise, why is it that only Firelock, Prime and one other on this base knows you are my beloved sire? Hum? What are you hiding from me?"

"Hangar Two: prepare for final docking procedures. Incoming EMC Team." The hangar PA speakers' message interrupts the family squabble. Rod looks over to Firelock who already has himself together and is stepping out of the remains of the cabinet to stand at his father's side. The preparation teams come through the various doors with equipment at the stand by. Two of them curiously remove the dented cabinet door out of the way. Engines to the incoming human space craft are heard while the main door opens.

Ultra Magnus grasps Hope's wrist to keeping her to his side on the far side away from Rodimus or Firelock. He points his other finger directly at Rod, "This isn't over."

Rod directs his son on his opposite side and casts a smirk widely to his General as the first two craft enter the hangar, "Oh no, it's not. It's just beginning."

Kup comes to Rodimus Prime's side shoving Firelock even further to the side and shares the Supreme Commander's smirk directed to the General. Ultra Magnus scowls back at them in warning. The first five of ten fighters come in and land in perfect precision inside the hangar.

Ultra Magnus feels a strange flutter~wave over his spark as the cockpit cover on the first fighter pops and slides back. He hasn't felt that flutter since… Hope tries to yank her wrist away but he holds tighter with revelation: That's it! The last time he felt that flutter-Leah.

His spark nearly stops pulsing when the first cockpit pilot exits. Most definitely a female. A delicious figure of strong firm warrior class. Just the type of femme stature he likes. Oh scrap! What has gone fritzing wrong with my processor to look at a human like that. Keeping his head straight, trying to watch the other pilots land and disembark, his optics trail back to that one female. The movement of her hips are firm toned, stepping down into the foothold on the side of the fuselage. Second step shows the toned thighs and calves of the pressure tight suit. Gracefully, she lets her solid hip slide down the wing with the practice of an expert. Like in those stupid cop movies when they slide over the hood of a car on a hip. Only this femme is more than a athlete or actor. Her head is proud and erect landing on the floor with more skilled grace than Ravage on a pounce.

Oh, she is lovely! Shut up you stupid mech! Magnus scowls and beats himself mentally.

And then she turns to her first landed crew with a curt nod. They nod back with utmost respect to her. Then she strides forward with just a hint of a femme sway and nearly a proud arrogant stomp of a leader who fought hard for this rank. This is no pushover. This female takes crap from no one. Nor is she cocky. No, she knows exactly who and what she is. Oh scrap, nooooo. I know that walk… it can not be…. Primus NO!

The other pilots form up behind her. Now he can see the silver birds on her epilate: The new Cornel. "Shit," audibly escapes Magnus softly. Rod chuckles lightly at his friend's human reaction. Ultra Magnus can't tear his gaze from her to so he swiftly kicks Rodimus in the ankle to be more Prime-like. Rodimus turns just slightly to Magnus with a hint of pain, but still the General won't respond to the orange mech.

And then the pilots all remove their helmets. The dark hair tumbles out of the helmet in a tight braid from the Cornel. Thick. Corded. And the eyes are the color of Optimus' favorite fudge. "Ohhhh shit," Magnus softly breathes again. He already knows exactly who she is before she makes the introduction. And he isn't sure who he wants to kill first for not warning him: Rodimus, Kup or freak'n PRIMUS!

Hope manages to yank her wrist out of her father's tightening grip, because it was seriously beginning to crush. She looks up to his face. As stoic as everyone else may see, she knows that pained and scared? look. Something is seriously wrong. Before she can ask, she gets the answer:

The young female officer salutes, "Rodimus Prime, the replacement EMC fighter squadron is at your disposal under my leadership. Cornel Marissa Fairborn."

Rodimus smiles (not for her even though she thinks so) "I'm very pleased to meet you. Welcome to Iacon, Autobot Headquarters." Kup leans forward to look sideways at Ultra Magnus' reaction. Pure shock.

Ultra Magnus uses his personal com directed to both Rod and Kup, /Frag! I hate you both!/ To which Rod and Kup chuckle lightly under their breath, but he still heard it. To this, he finally changes his reaction and shoots them both a death glare.

Marissa looks between the three of them curiously, "Is everything alright?"

Rod looks to Ultra Magnus smugly, "General, is everything alright?"

Magnus snorts to Prime, "You should know." To which, Magnus turns on his heal and tries to escape.

But Hope coms him with a wave of concern to their diminishing bond, /Papa….?/ It freezes him in mid step. /Who is she?/

Magnus drops his head and sends her a wave of his love they used to share more strongly when she was incubating in her pod within his chest. His answer is so soft Hope almost missed it, /Your creator's granddaughter./ He heard Hope gasp and he continued his stride right out the door.

Kup turns to Rodimus, "Think we went to far?"

Rodimus looks to the slumped blue shoulders disappearing behind the closing door and then the angst on the young blue & green femme's face. His own spark sinks, "Yeah, maybe. Just a little bit."

Marissa cocks a fist on her hip, "Well if you're done humiliating your officers in front of the humans as an initiation, I have information vital to the Autobot cause." Rodimus and Kup turn back to Marissa agape that she would be so bold.

Kup smirks and coms, /Yup, definitely related./

Rodimus pulls up straight and directs his attention to Marissa. "What could be so vital?"

Marissa unzips her flight suit and pulls out a large piece of silver and pink metal. She steps forward holding it outstretched, Rodimus crouches down to accept it. Marissa keeps her palm over it as she releases the piece to his palm. Bringing her other hand under his, it may seem silly, (her two small hands supporting his huge one) but the sentiment meant more than anything. Pressing the object to his palm between her two, "I'm terribly sorry." Then ever so slowly, withdraws her hands.

Rodimus narrows his optics to zoom in on it. He feels it wave through the Matrix directly to his spark before his processor recognizes the object. "Oh say it isn't so," he pleads his prayer. Sinking to both knees clutching the tiny piece of pink armor to his chest knowing it's all too true. Openly he shutters a near silent sob, "No…"

Marissa turns to Kup, "I need the General at a special meeting. Please, call it swiftly. We don't have much time to loose." Kup can only nod. It's been a long time since he saw Rod break down and cry. Marissa once again gives him her sympathy, "I'm really sorry. I'll get my team assembled and be with you. Alright?"

Kup nods, "I think you should meet with the General first."

Marissa nods towards the door, "The big guy who left with a strange look on his faceplate after meeting me?" Kup slowly nods. Marissa shakes her head confused by this Autobot Command Team.

Hope steps forward, "Kup, can I be of help?"

Kup turns to her sadly, "He has requested you be sent back to Rock Bottom immediately."

Firelock huffs, "He can't be serious!"

Kup snaps around, "Get it in gear, youngling, this is far beyond your silly romance. Look at your father!" Pointing to a Prime on his knees in grief.

Marissa jumps back at the shock of the familial information. Kup points back to Hope, "Side Burn will be here shortly to escort you out. Say your goodbyes swiftly."

Firelock reaches out for Hope's hand shaken by his father's emotions. Hope lowers her head in respect to Prime and gives her hand to Firelock. They stride towards the hangar door silently and tenderly. Rodimus has recovered from the shock of what lays in his hand and the realization of what is at hand. Standing he taps his com, /Ultra Magnus your office. The Cornel needs to debrief you./

Ultra Magnus snarls back, /Oh, is that another one of your sick puns?/

Rodimus can't blame him for the snark but keeps his response professional, /I have a piece of Elita One's chest plate inscribed on the inside with Optimus' own handwriting. Fairborn says there is more./ The silence is heavy.

/On my way./ He near silently responds. ~~~

Marissa finds her way to General Ultra Magnus's office with the help of Prime's pet drone Roller leading. Roller even gives her a lift onto the desk and then settles himself in the corner on a special padded spot. A warm smile spread across her face. The sight looks just like her father's pet beagle Snoopy settling into his office bed. Snoopy went every where he could with her father after Marissa's mother died from a freak allergic reaction to a new antibiotic. Marissa had been in elementary school at the time and it drew her even closer to her father and his aircraft-now space craft- business. With her father's influence and her grandmother Leah's title, it wasn't surprising Marissa got into the Earth Marine Corps. Flying came to her faster than riding a bicycle. Fighter jets, well she had an unfair advantage having played in the simulators like kids play Nintendo.

Looking over General Magnus' office, the Cornel noticed it looked like many general and admiral offices she had been in. Stuffed with manual on tactics, past military commander's memiors, maps, a few 3-D models of crafts and lots and lots of unprocessed paperwork. In this case, data pads. Beside her is a holo-image. She sees a femme in the pink armor she had handed to Prime. Marissa could feel her heart still at the two towering mechs on either side of her. One was General Magnus, the other must be the infamous Optimus Prime. They were on Earth and all three seemed to have a smile on their face. Marissa looked to the other holo-images on the wall.

Soon enough, the office door opened. The huge blue and white mech with a red star shaped projectile mounted to his shoulder came into the office brooding. He didn't even glance at her. First he made sure the door was shut, then knelt beside Roller seeming to inspect him for a moment. The drone rolled to his back and the large silver servo patted the under chassis. Marissa could have sworn she heard the drone giggle and a smile eep from the commander's face.

With a groan, the mech straightened and turned to his desk. "Ah, you made it."

Marissa is polite, "Yes, General. If I may ask, is everything alright?"

Magnus doesn't face her, "No." Marissa is confused if he is answering for the scene in the hangar or for the information she has to bring. He settles into the chair and now faces her, "To both."

Marissa narrows her gaze, "Are you telepathic?"

To which he ruefully chuckles, "No, thank Primus!" Then leans back in his chair and rubs his hands over his face. How can he tell her that she has that same expression of Leah's? How can he tell her that he has been reading soldier body language far longer that she can even fathom? A groaning moan comes from every join in his body.

Marissa sits down on his desk cross legged. He doesn't look up but uses a softer tone, "Look, I'm sorry. None of this is your fault. But I'm ready to hear what you have to say."

Marissa nods, "Alright. This piece sank your Prime to his knees. That frightened me." She pulls it out of her carry all and lays it in his palm.

Ultra seems just as moved as Prime but shows it differently by just soothing it between his thumb and forefinger. Softly he whispers, "Please, say it isn't true."

Marissa wait's a moment and tells him, "There's more." Magnus lifts his head to face her. "But I need to ask some questions."

The silver servos softly close over the pink metal reverently, "How much do you know about the Cybertronian war, Autobots and Decepticons."

"I've been fully debriefed by EMC higher command core," the cornel states proudly.

Magnus snorts ruefully, "Then you don't know shit."

Marissa scoffs at first, but that doesn't change Magnus's demeior. He leans in and plants his elbows on the table top, "I'm a general. I know exactly what I tell my sub-commanders in order to get the job done. Half I don't tell them so they can be briefed by their lieutenants and sergeants who are actually on the field, in the very real pit they are fighting. Otherwise, they wouldn't believe me or lead with arrogance and ego thus thinking they can make their plans en route and have the whole situation under control." He waits until she understands it's time to drop the high and mighty bullshit. She is so far out of her league and it's time for her to get educated PDQ. "On the other hand, I would not send a stupid commander into a very real situation if I didn't think they could handle it. The last General Fairborn I worked with was no fool. She knew she didn't know. She listened three times more than she acted. I have found most all of the EMC commanders to be of good quality and high integrity. I expect no less from you. Understood?"

Marissa is taken back by everything he just said. She was slammed with the fact she is nieve, unequipped for the situation but then tossed a compliment. Lastly, she knew his grandmother. "Wait! You knew my grandmother? She was here?"

A wide smile of great delight runs across his face and a finger on his left hand twitches. "Yes."

Marissa sits down and props her back against a stylus holder, "Alright General, I'm ready to be battlefield briefed."

Magnus reaches into his desk and hands her a bottle of water and a snack. Reaching into his lower drawer pulls out a cube of high grade. "Get comfortable, it's going to get bumpy."

Hang on, next stop: the past. And it's going to hurt. A lot.

Prime Blood and Spark of Bots Sagas are based on no other author here at fan or deviant art. I started this back in 2007 in case anyone has any other crazy ideas. These are my crazy cracked ideas, use your own imagination…. Heheh. It's more fun that way.