Author's Notes: This fic is per readers request to expand on the concept of clans and protection rights. While these are canon in the known Transformer universe, not all the details in this fic are. The femme Silverblade is an OC, rest of the bots are movie verse unless not in the movie (practically every bot) and those are G1 canon. Hound, Ultra Magnus and others.
The plan was to focus on femme Silverblade but much of her story is told in the fic If an Autobot do not do the following. This fic will focus on her time with Hound, the green army jeep alt mode scout. Updates are sporadic so please set story alert to get the latest. New chapters are on their way.
I do NOT own Transformers in any shape, size or form. This is strictly for fun and never for profit. All rights and ownership are Paramount, Hasbro and whoever else they have signed contracts with. This is rated T. Meaning suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, (battles and the Decepticons) minor coarse language, (Cybertron swearing) and suggestive adult themes. (Ironhide and Chromia)
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CHAPTER ONE – WHY HOUND'S ROOM
NEST Base, Diego Garcia Island, Indian Ocean
Autobot Private Quarters
Silverblade's lip plates twisted into a frown, as the start of faint noises through the wall of her quarters began. The ancient tall silver femme turned, irritated at the Autobots inhabiting the adjoining room. Her silver armor reflected the faint overhead lights even as her blue optics spun faster. One foot pad tapped the floor as her arms crossed, her energon rifle tucked away in sub space instead of her usual arm mounted position. The single recharge berth and sparse personal effects revealed little about her or her history. The engraved Autobot symbols prominently displayed on her armor and the welded scar across her protoform on the left shoulder, angling down her spine told more to the few that had seen it.
"Oh not again! When those two are not sparking, they are fighting or trying to blast each other into spare parts," she grumped. "Then they make up and spark again. Prowl could have warned me why the rooms on both sides of Ironhide's and Chromia's were available. Instead that mech hands me the available list during the daytime and lets me choose. That officer is so on my get even list once he is out of med bay." The vocal tones increased in volume followed by a smash and crash sound.
"Ugh!" She closed down her audio receptors. "Almost enough to share a room with a mech just to get some uninterrupted recharge time," she vented hard then paused, her processors cycling as her arms uncrossed. "Share? Maybe that is the way to go. Share with a scout! They are almost never here; they need a roommate without physical contact. Better yet, pick a mech I have zero interest in.'
Silverblade quickly reviewed the available list of scouts. 'Bumblebee? No fragging way. First time Ironhide visited I would throw him out on his aft then I'd be spare parts. Cliffjumper? No. Optimus warned me to keep my past a secret. Any hint of my being a Decepticon, even if I never fought as one and Cliffjumper would shoot first, middle and last. Mirage? Too arrogant. Cosmos, Powerglide, and Beachcomber are mini bots. Crack my helm on their doorway first time I was slow to pull out of recharge. Jazz? Bad processing there. No secret would be safe and I don't understand half of what he says. Hmm, Hound? Why not? He is on a mission right now.' She paced her quarters, exactly four strides to the left, turn and four strides to the right wall.
'How to ask? Every way I try comes out wrong,' she grimaced, optics narrowing as the map of earth's solar system vibrated on the wall from a dull impact. Battle sensors came online, searching for an active targeting lock or weapons charging from the couple next door. "Not the first time they might accidentally blast through wall." She straightened the large map, ignoring the char mark on the wall that it hid.
'Hi Hound. I need a good recharge and you are the answer? No. I need to borrow you or rather your recharge berth, and would you like some company tonight? Too personal. Definitely easier to send an info packet first. Clip of how bad the noise is in my room, the hallway lights that shine under the door and the understanding I am not interested in him. When Hound returns, I am gone to my old recharge berth. Or on graveyard patrol to escape the noise.' Silverblade reclined on her recharge berth, leaning against the wall before closing her optics. All systems focused inward to link with the long-range sender unit to locate and ping his specific signal.
::Are you free for a quick question?:: Silverblade
::Depends on the question. Silverblade right? Tall silver femme, latest Cybertron transfer? Returned with Prime after the Allspark rebuild?:: Hound
::Know any other comm line tagged with Silverblade on the end?:: Silverblade retorted lightly.
::What can I help you with ma'am?:: Hound answered, trying to sound professional and not sheepish in his mental tone.
::Have a problem you might be able to help with:: Silverblade sent a data burst of the idea rather than try to explain. Silence stretched and she began to wonder about asking him.
::Sorry, was multi tasking. It's sunrise here and I am on active patrol. No Decepticon surprises for the human soldiers or me. Seems workable on one condition:: Hound
::Which is?:: Silverblade asked, systems fluttering with hope.
::Don't leave any armor on the floor. Heard you femmes do that:: Hound
::Smart bot! Not a problem with this femme:: Silverblade
::Then good recharge and peace until all are one:: Hound
::Stay safe Hound, until all are one:: Silverblade sent, closing the signal and hopping off the recharge berth. Her metal feet pads rang on the concrete floor with the enthusiastic impact. 'Yes, yes, and yes!" she twirled in a circle delightedly. Smiling, she was out her door, down the hallway and into Hound's quarters, using his code to access the door lock. Stepping inside, she noted the green and black coloring theme and shrugged, turning her audio receivers back on. Optics focused on the far doorway, the room containing two separate recharge berths at the right height for a mid size bot. Twenty seconds later, her silver frame was stretched out on the farthest, her recharge cycle warning completing.
'Total peace and quiet,' she vented softly, not hearing any noises. For a human month, she snuck into his unused room, recharging peacefully and sneaking out every morning.
Autobot Security Office, Diego Garcia Island
"Are there any other rooms available beside the ones on either side of Ironhide and Chromia's?"
"I regret to inform you there are not," Prowl answered, his black and white wing doors nearly straight up with amusement. His blue optics revealed no emotion and matched his equally expressionless faceplates. "There are no other quarters available until the next set of expansion plans are approved by the humans."
"How long will that take?" Silverblade asked, her conduct as professional as his. Vorns of self imposed manners kept her from screaming the frustration she felt. It wasn't his fault and as Second in Command his focus needed to be the war and Prime.
"The land is waiting on the next grid over from our current area, the plans are complete and ready, the building materials stored but the humans procedures are the problem. Their planning committee has to approve the design, clear it through budgeting and then the expansion committee sign off on the project to begin work. For beings with a short life span, they take a long time to actually do things," Prowl stated, the faintest smile on his lip plates.
"You noticed that too? Let me know if the situation changes please," she said, bowing to him in the old ways of their kind before leaving. He bowed back, optic shutters closing briefly. Turning back to the datapads on his desk, he hesitated.
"I know she is in Hound's room while he is on active duty. He cleared it with me and Prime first. I wonder if she will continue once he returns? They would be a suitable pairing," he pondered then shook his head, as though chasing out random processing. "Among the humans too long. Relationships are private matters. Time to focus on important matters," he said as the twins latest prank damage report began scrolling down the screen.
To be continued…