A/N: Ok, this is basically me hooking up my favourite characters with oc's. Cos there is just not enough femmebots in the freaking autobot army. And they almost never get any screen time. This is probably going to be long, so bear with me. This story has the purpose of basically getting everyone together. You know all the disclaimers.
Of Femmes and Sparklings - Arrival
A tall female silhouette standing on the dark command deck of the Furtive Star battleship. All but a few femmes were in re-charge. Certainly not this femme. No, she had a duty to protect those under her command. And there were so few left now.
Blue optics observed the blue and green planet that she was following the Ark to. She had read the data pads. An organic planet where they could both hide and fight, protect and be protected. She had read of the forms they were to scan from Teletraan as soon as they landed.
But one thing you couldn't read on a data pad no matter how one tried to inscribe it, was how your bondmate was.
Elita-one sighed. Too many years she had been away from Optimus. Their bond was still there, but it felt stale and old like the oldest part of the now destroyed Cybertron. She needed him, he needed her. It was that simple. They had the potential now, to continue the spirit of Cybertron on the new planet.
"I am coming, my darling. Soon we will be re-united once more, my love," Elita whispered. She felt her vocaliser crackle as she spoke. The melancholy in her spark felt like a disease that messed with all her functions. And she knew Chromia and Moonracer were not faring much better.
Placing a slim hand over her spark, Elita turned and left the command deck.
On the Ark
Sitting at a nondescript desk in a plain office was an average sized mech with a black and white paint-job and doorwings. The Praxian was concentrated on his work, but also thinking. A rumble echoed around the ship.
Prowl, the second in command of the Autobots, felt a surge of relief when the Ark first entered the Earth's atmosphere. At first he had been worried they would have been attacked, for the communicator had blown. But his worries had been unfounded; they had not been attacked...yet.
Now his primary worries were for the care of all the mechs in the Ark. Once they touched down on Earth, they would need enough space to house Autobots and Neutral mechs. They were all that was left of Cybertron now. Together they had destroyed Shockwave's forces and left him stranded on Cybertron.
Prowl smirked as he recalled how his plan had effectively destroyed all the Decepticon ships.
'And finding the Femmes by Alpha Centauri had been an unexpected stroke of luck,' thought Prowl, pulling a data pad towards him from the stack on his desk.
The femmes had left Cybertron not long after the attack on Airol, the femme city. The attack had been an order from Shockwave as soon as Megatron and Optimus Prime had left to find the all-spark. All the femmes in Cybertron were thought to have perished in the Neutral city, thus extinguishing the hope for Cybertronians to continue as a race.
To find the Autobot femmes hiding on their way to Earth had boosted the morale of the mechs in the Ark. Prowl had immediately transferred himself onto the Furtive Star to talk to Elita. She had not let him see any other femmes but herself, but had informed him there were only 51 femmes with her.
Now Prowl felt the ship accelerating due to the planet's gravity.
'We are here Optimus...answering your call...at last.'
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On Earth
Sideswipe was bored in their new...huge...base. He was on duty at the surveillance monitors of Teletraan – 2. His silver form was slumped in his chair as he idly doodled on a datapad.
'Boring. Bored. Boooooorrrrrring. Dull. Tedious...mind-numbing. Wishing you were here Sunstreaker. I want my red paint job back,' the silver mech thought. He couldn't even prank anyone!
Ratchet had locked himself in the medbay with Jolt to teach him more...medical stuff Sideswipe guessed.
Bumblebee had gone to visit Sam and Mikaela.
Ironhide was doing drills with Epps, Lennox and co.
Optimus was (joyfully) escorting Galloway somewhere far away from their base for the last time.
Jazz was re-charging in his quarters, needing the rest after recently being brought back to life by Sam and the Matrix of Leadership. The silver visored mech would have enjoyed a prank, but Ratchet would surely drive a wrench though Sideswipes head if he did.
Sideswipe sighed. He wanted some ACTION!
Then there was an alert from Teletraan. Lazily Sideswipe leaned forward and read the message. His optics widened to an impossible size he saw the video feed of two Cybertronian ships descending towards Earth.
Swiftly hitting the inter-com button so that all Autobots on Earth could receive a com-link, Sideswipe joyfully called, "Hey guys, guess what? We've got two fragging big ships of Autobots incoming. They are here, the rest of them are here!"
Then he felt a curious tug on his spark. Gasping, Sideswipe felt his brother re-affirm the bond.
'Sideswipe!'
'Sunny! Primus how I missed your sulky aft! Here are the co-ordinates, give them to Prowl. Get down here as soon as you can!'
"Aft. It's been boring without you.'
'Ditto.'
'Huh?'
'Earth slang, bro. I'll tell you all about it...' And with that last communiqué, Sideswipe ran off to the paint storage room. Red had Sideswipe's name all over it.
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Against the afternoon sun, 7 robots stood facing the east, where they expected the Cybertronian ships to land. Optimus was at the front of the group. Ratchet and Ironhide at his sides, Bumblebee and Jazz at Ironhides right, Sideswipe and Jolt on Ratchets left. Sam, Lennox and Epps were lounging on an army jeep not too far away.
Optimus tensed his frame in worry. That day when he had driven back to their new sprawling base hidden in the Rocky mountains, he had thought of nothing but Elita. Was she well? How many femme did she lose, if any? Optimus restrained his sigh. He could not allow his brigade to see his worry.
"Relax Prime, I'm sure they're fine. Prowl would have told us if that wasn't the case," commed Ratchet. Darting his optics to the side briefly, Optimus gave Ratchet a slight nod before surveying the rest of his troops. Bumblebee and Jolt were standing still as possible. Sideswipe and Jazz were relaxed, Ironhide and Ratchet were somewhere in the middle of the two extremes.
"So...why are there two ships?" asked Sam, looking up from his Spiderman comic.
"Because one are the mechs, and one is the femme battleship," replied Ratchet.
Sam scrunched his nose in thought, "How many Cybertronians are you expecting?"
"Mechs: we are unsure of, but there are Neutrals mixed in with that number. But there are around 50 femmes," Optimus said, keeping his optics trained on the sky.
Lennox joined the conversation, saying, "How many did there used to be in both sections of the Autobots army?"
"What is this, 20 questions?" grinned Jazz.
"I'm curious."
Optimus turned to look at their human allies. "Far more than there are now. For a planet, Cybertrons population was fairly small. About 10 million. We used to have over 100, 000 mechs in the Autobot army. And the femme numbers are far more worrying. There used to be 500 femmes in Elita's army. Now there are these few that are coming to Earth. There are around 20 Neutral femmes. We are not sure about the Decepticon femmes. We think there are still a few remaining, but not more than 6."
Epps whistled in amazement, muttering, "What a way to get rid of a race." Optimus turned back to the horizon. He felt Elita in his spark, but not as much. It felt weak.
"There!" Jolts shout caused all of them to look to the north-east. Two dark blots were getting closer and closer by the second.
"Yo, Lennox, just a thought, but did we get clearance for more aliens?" Epps said turning his head towards his buddy.
"I'm not stupid Epps, of course!"
"Just checkin', cos we don't need another asshole like Galloway," snorted the black soldier.
There was the whine of thrusters as the ships came into full view. The larger ship was four times the size of the smaller. On the sides was the Autobot emblem, proudly displayed on the silver hull. 'The Ark' was inscribed on the left side. The smaller ship was a light red and it too had the Autobot emblem.
"Whenever I see stuff like this, I feel like I'm in a movie," said Sam, staring in awe. Epps chuckled, "Me too kid."
The Cybertronians said nothing. The ships lowered, finally coming to rest 200 meters away, casting shadows on them. The Ark doors opened first. A black and white mech with a startling red chevron stepped out, striding down the passage that extended to the ground. He said nothing as he approached, and no – one came out behind him.
The mech stopped in front of Optimus, impassive. Waiting for Optimus to speak.
"Good to see you Prowl."
"And you, sir. You've been well?"
"Much better now. Sam, Epps, Lennox," Optimus gestured to Prowl, "This is my lead tactician and second in command, Prowl. Prowl, these are our human allies."
Nodding to each human, Prowl went on to business, "Sir, Elita has requested that her femmes scan alt modes via Teletraan before they disembark. I would also like to make that request. That way we can make it inside much easier."
"Granted. Mechs first to disembark, just in case the Decepticons decide to have a little welcoming party for you," deadpanned Optimus.
A hint of a smirk played around Prowl's mouth. "You read my processor sir."
Optimus sent Prowl the code, and Prowl then turned to return to the ship and disappeared inside.
"It's good to have Prowl back Optimus...I don't have to do those slagging datapads anymore," smirked Jazz.
"Pfft...is that all you have Prowl around for as a bond brother? My, my, Jazz, you are cold sparked!" teased Sideswipe.
Lennox looked confused, "What's a bond brother? I thought you guys said only mechs and femmes could bond."
"Well Lennox, think of it as me having, "A brotha from anotha motha!"" laughed Jazz. Ratchet sighed in exasperation.
"What he means is that, because they were so close as friends, he and Prowl decided to bond together to become brothers," he grumbled. Jazz just shrugged, "Yeah, what I said."
"Oh," said Lennox.
"Hey Bee, why so quiet, I've barely heard a peep out of you," asked Sam, putting his comic in his backpack.
Bee's faceplates became a little heated. "Well, I'm actually hoping my girlfriend is still alive actually."
If Sam had been having a drink, he would have spat it out. He gasped and choked on the air as he tried to speak. "Dude, since when? You never even told me!"
"Heh, not even we knew until we left for the AllSpark mission. Like you humans say, 'It's always the quiet ones'," rumbled Ironhide.
"Kissed her yet?" Sam asked. Bee's faceplates heat up a little more as he mumbled something.
"Sorry Bee, didn't catch that?" Sam said, a cheeky glint in his eyes.
"He said only once before he left Cybertron," said Jolt, getting in on the fun.
"Let it drop guys! Esparanza and I had only been dating for eight solar cycles before we left. It's nothing much," Bee sighed.
"Yet," said Ironhide. He thought for a moment. "Hang on 'ere. Isn't Esperanza that little femme that became equal second sharpshooter after Moonracer? If that's the one Bee, you got yourself a tough little sweetheart."
Bee blushed again, making everyone laugh. A loud rev pierced the air and the bot's turned to see a black and white Dodge Viper police car roll down the passage. Slowing to a smooth stop before his leader, Prowl transformed.
"Sir, roll call of all mechs of the Ark."
"Proceed."
Then it was truly a sight to behold as exotic supercars and gleaming metal proceeded out the ramp and into the Autobots new world. A few planes also soared out of the massive ship. One by one, mechs lined up behind their second in command.
"Skyfire, Air commander!" Prowl called. At the end of the line, a white Concord transformed and stood at attention.
"Ultra Magnus." A blue flamed white Peterbilt like Optimus.
"Wheeljack." A white Delorean DMC 12 with green and red stripes. He waved happily at the group once he transformed.
"Perceptor." A Toyota Tundra 2010 in dull red and black with splashes of blue.
"Mirage, Blurr and Drift," Prowl continued. A blue F-1 race car, a sky blue Bugatti Veyron and a white with red striped SSC Ultimate Aero all transformed.
"Sunstreaker, Bluestreak." Sunstreaker's golden Corvette Stingray paintjob shone brightly as he transformed next to a modded 2006 blue and gray Toyota Celica.
"Tracks, Hot Rod and Inferno." A blue and silver Ferrari California was followed by a 1969 Dodge Charger in red with yellow flames. A firetruck transformed after them.
"Maelstrom." An unknown ivory Pagani Zonda transformed and stood, proudly displaying burnt orange Cybertronian tattoos.
"First Aid, Air Raid and Cliffjumper." An ambulance, a white and red F-15 Eagle and a crimson Porshe 924 all transformed and saluted.
"Hound, Blaster and Smokescreen." The three mechs transformed. Hound was a moss green Jeep Wrangler Rubicon, Blaster a large tape deck and Smokescreen also a modded 2006 model Toyota Celica, but in blue and yellow.
The roll call continued until all mechs were present and accounted for.
"Thank you for making the trip to Earth, my Autobots, and Neutrals. Hopefully here is where we stand to build a new future," said Optimus, raising his voice.
A smooth honey voice interrupted. "Hopefully with the femmes, commander. We don't like to be forgotten."
All the mechs turned. There, in front of the Furtive Star, was a rose and chrome Mercedes ML450. Slowly, gracefully, the sleek Mercedes transformed into an undoubtable feminine figure.
"Elita -1," Optimus said quietly. Only Elita could pick up the gentle love in his tone. Their bond re-opened anew; they could feel each other again.
"Optimus Prime," she purred. Earth armour suited her mate. "I would like you to meet what is left of the Autobot femmes."
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A/n: Yes, I know the alt modes are different in this for the Autobots, but I liked these cos I think they are sexier. Anyway, if you want some clarification on what they look like, just PM me, I'll show you my page of characters, alt modes and colours. Yes, the next chapter is going to be as dry as this! Bear with me, chapter 3 and 4 is when all the plot actually starts and you get to learn about all the characters.