Abduction
Frenzy-Jazz found herself still snickering about her fun, late into the night. Back in her observation position above the Autobots' warehouse, she grinned as her sharp audios picked up their every word. So Ironhide's now stuck shooting paintballs at me? How fun!! She thought, snickering at the mental picture. She wondered what she would look like 'in red'; since that's the color he'd gone to purchase. Granted, she doubted he was fast enough to peg her much. But the exchange could be quite entertaining…
She wished she had known that it was truly so fun to play pranks on Autobots, for back in the con ranks, you never dared! Instead, she was forced to try and keep herself calm all the time. And that type of internal stress had always caused her to be a little manic when she had the chance for some release, which was generally only in battle. Yes, she'd truly earned her nickname – hadn't she? A manic grin spread over her face as she recalled all those times that she and Rumble had easily infiltrated Autobot bases. The thrill of beating the bigger males in strategy! Yes, Megatron had just thought they were terrified of failing, he hadn't realized that the Decepticon femmes were merely learning how to get what they wanted from male-controlled facilities. Getting the education they would need to eventually control the males. They had thrilled at the challenge of breaking into those networks, of sabotaging those installations; for they were getting a little 'revenge' on the dominant sex.
Yes, she had truly been made as a prankster through-and-through, and now that the war seemed to be over, she could finally show her true colors. She snickered – in more ways than one! She tried to picture the expression on the first Autobot she bred. Would he be afraid? Would he be thrilled? Would she do it through force – or perhaps through manipulation? Ah, so many choices to be had. And the Hackers as a whole; were the only mechs that had developed creativity. So if she gave the idea even more thought, she was sure that she could come up with an even better idea.
But, she did have to decide on how to go about showing those 'true colors' without being raped for it. A devious idea began to form in her Meta. The male mechs had always taken advantage of the weaker femmes, so why not turn the tables on them? Ah, yes. The sloggers were continually capturing males from opposing sides and force bonding them to deactivation, weren't they? It'd been pretty entertaining to watch Starscream do this on occasion. The screams from his male victims were almost music to the disguised femmes' audios within their ranks. For it meant that another male had understood the torture it was to be a femme. Granted, the victim was generally off lined afterward – but for a brief moment, he had understood.
Well, she probably wouldn't off line her 'victim'. But it would sure feel good to dominate one of the freagin' males for once. Give them a taste of submission. Make them respect the intelligence of a femme. And afterward, she'd give them their reward. Force them to raise the vicious sparklings which resulted. They'd be begging for it wouldn't they? And Autobots were such suckers for sparklings, they'd probably let her play any type of creative bonding game that she wanted to – as long as they produced those hell spawn.
Grinning to herself, she pictured some creative things she'd like to do with Optimus. Granted, she knew that she'd never be able to force bond him.. But with a little manipulation of his psych, she could probably get him to let her dominate his aft for a while.. Frenzy started snickering so hard at the mere thought of dominating him. The spasm of laughter became so hard that she fell over and writhed on the ground for a while.. It was almost as funny as the thought of doing the same to Megatron. Too bad he was off lined, it would've be entertaining to say the least..
Yes, that was a damned good idea to kidnap a male and dominate his aft for a while! But how, and who? If Bumblebee were actually a male, it'd be a no-brainer. But since he wasn't; Frenzy considered the other three mechs. Ironhide and Optimus were both way too powerful for her to even consider at this stage of the game – but perhaps Ratchet?
Her blue optics glimmered. Yes, the green one. Easier to hide his chassis … plus, he is the smartest amongst them! Regardless of how he found out, he'd understand the true value of a femme. And he would be the type to fully believe her, if she claimed that she would commit suicide over letting the other Autobots to capture her. Yes, he'd most likely try anything to prevent a femme from self-destruction. So if she convinced him she had placed detonators near her own core – he'd be desperate enough to do anything she asked. Her engine purred as she considered it. Yes, the medic would be very, very easy to manipulate. Rubbing her fingers together she could almost feel his smooth green plating under her fingertips. Digging her metal foot into the soft soil beneath her, Frenzy could almost taste the medic's spark. It was such a sweet taste on her glossa.
Yes, Ratchet was the perfect target!
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The sun was reaching its zenith as Ratchet patrolled the East quadrant of the city. He was wary, but not highly concerned. After what the silver mech had done the previous day, he had a hunch that the worst that could happen to him – was some embarrassment, but not life threatening. He could live with a new paint job; his current one was full of scratches and dings from constant off roading. Not to mention those sparring matches with Ironhide to keep the black freager from catching cabin fever.
With an internal shrug, Ratchet couldn't help but chuckle a little about the Weapon's Specialist. All that big talk and big guns were just there to hide the mech's true insecurities. They both knew that Ratchet's faster speed and mind, made the medic more than Ironhide's equal in battle. Granted their last 'sparring match' had ended quite enjoyably indeed. Ironhide did seem to know a thing or two about bonding play it seemed. Some of his ideas had really caught Ratchet by surprise. But it had been a highly enjoyable, um, transfer of knowledge.. shall we say?
Yet, despite the possibility of having to strip down his current paint and begging 'Bee to refinish his back, this silver mech made him very curious indeed; for if it was indeed Frenzy's spark – he was just fascinated by how in the hell that spark had gotten into Jazz. And if he had managed to do it … did that mean that all mech's could? It would be a godsend to the medic. He'd never have to feel the life drain form a mech beneath his fingers as his body shut down. There would never be another Jazz. He just had to understand this spark's method of survival!
Approaching one of the valley's power stations, Ratchet turned and started under the high voltage power lines. The electric hum above him was just another part of the alien landscape. Not really even worth the energy use in noticing.
"He, he, hey Ratchet? What's up?!" Jazz's voice called outt've nowhere like a voice from the past.
Surprised, Ratchet began to transform, preparing himself to get hit in the face by paint. Yet the wet sticky feeling never came and the medic clicked back open his optic coverings.
Suddenly, the view of a mech swinging towards him filled his optics. Before he could react, Jazz flew by him like a metal-skinned Tarzan from hell! Letting go of the cut power line he'd done his swing with. The live wire hit Ratchet, whose metal feet were now touching the ground. Finding a way to the ground - one hundred thousand volts shot through the shocked medic. In the blink of an optic, Ratchet was blown over a hundred and fifty feet through the air. Even before he hit the ground, in total overload from the bolt, he shut down.
… His last thoughts trying to decide if he hated or loved power lines.
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Frenzy-Jazz chuckled, as she walked back up to the prone medic who still had small jolts of electricity jumping around his form. She considered him for a second, enjoying the interplay of the stray electricity dancing lightly over his chassis. It was actually a very nice look for the Autobot she decided. Perhaps she could come up with a way to incorporate this electricity idea in future mating play? Cocking her head comically, she decided that she'd have to research that idea a little further.
Kicking the green mech over onto his face, she knelt with a knee in the middle of his back. Grabbing his arms, she swiftly secured them behind him and began to drag the unconscious medic towards a parked Tractor Trailer. "Hell of a shock 'ol boy!" she snickered to the unconscious mech, giggling at her own joke as she looked over him, noting sensitive looking wiring and seams. It would be interesting to see his reaction when she ran her fingers over them. Would he scream – or gasp in pleasure? She imagined the fun of placing a bet with Swindle on the outcome. Wonder what odds he'd place on it? Sigh, she did miss a few of the cons. There had been some fun living amongst them..
Opening the rear of the box trailer, she grabbed his feet and slowly dragged him inside, her engine growled from the added strain. Once he was far enough inside, she stepped on his chest as she leaned over him and slid the door closed. As she moved back over him, she just couldn't resist. She stopped and slipped some of her strange fingers under his codpiece, fingering his hidden transfer mechanism for a second. "You'll be begging me to do this soon, Autobot," she snickered as she looked at his deactivated optics. Still chuckling to herself, she stood back up and walked hunched over to the front of the trailer and sat down.
"Time to roll out boys!" she snickered. Grapping a cable that came up through a hole in the trailer floor, she turned on her radar as she hooked the direct link to the Semi cab. Starting, the driverless semi pulled out and went onto the main highway leading away from town.
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As they drove down the interstate, Optimus Prime passed the semi rig while on his patrol. Never even realizing that the mech he was searching for, and the medic he didn't realize was missing, had just passed within three feet of him.
But Frenzy saw him. She knew exactly who he was as her radar scanned over his chassis. She shrieked in hysterical laughter as she watched him disappear from her internal radar screen. "Ah, Optimus, we shall meet again big boy," she snickered as she continued to drive away from town.
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One-by-one, the alarms went off in his head. Before he even activated his optics, he realized that he was tied up, the restraints cutting into the wiring near his wrists.
"He, he, wondered if you'd ever reboot," Jazz's voice chuckled. The voice was his, but the inflection and laughter were not. Truly a strange and unsettling combination of audio input, thought the medic.
Activating his optics, Ratchet scanned his surroundings. They were obviously inside a box trailer, and from the vibrations he could tell that they were moving. His arms were bound tightly behind his back. Groaning a little, Ratchet shifted his position. He felt like he'd been hit by a ton of bricks! All of his motor networks screamed in denial of his movement commands. Everything was still in shock by the massive electrical bolt.
Jazz sat in the front of the trailer, watching him with a rather smug look on his face. Ratchet noticed the cable going from Jazz's main sensory grid, through a hole in the front of the trailer.
"So you are using your radar while you drive this semi?" he stated more than asked. This was a tactic he'd only seen one group of Transformers ever utilize – the hackers. They were the only ones small enough to get inside other equipment or Transformers for that matter. And if they hooked into a mech's main grid, they could easily take down his firewalls and gain control of his motor networks. Ratchet had seen this 'talent' first hand, on more occasions than he'd care to remember. This only re-enforced the fact that this must be Frenzy's spark he was now dealing with.
A big slag-eatin' grin spread on Jazz's face. "Very impressed with your skills of observation," he chuckled. She and the other femme hackers had often wondered why the bigger males had never developed this particular talent, for it was most useful. Granted, that just showed how inferior the males were. If they couldn't simply overpower something with strength or firepower – they had no clue as to what to do it seemed. Femmes had moved way beyond that limited logic path eons ago…
Trying to engage his SOS and homing device, Ratchet quickly figured out that they'd been disconnected while he'd been knocked out. Glancing back up at the silver mech, he was now even more curious than ever about him. Obviously, this 'Jazz' had no interest in off-lining Autobots for some reason. If he had, Ratchet wouldn't have reactivated. Cocking his head in interest, Ratchet figured he try some small talk. See if he could figure out what this mech wanted. "So, you got me with a live wire I assume?"
"Sure was funny to watch," Frenzy-Jazz snickered, and even had the nerve to wink at the larger mech, trying to not laugh hysterically at the disgusted look that covered the medic's face. Boy, it was so fun to have a male in the position of submission! She could even hear Rumble snickering in agreement from the afterlife.
"You sure do like to take a lot of unnecessary risks around bigger mechs. Don't you realize the war is over, Frenzy?" Ratchet raised one of his optic ridges in curiosity. Would the mech be surprised that they'd deducted who his spark was? The medic was highly curious as to what his reaction would be.
"Finally figured it out, huh?" Frenzy-Jazz didn't seem bothered in the least. In fact, to Ratchet, the little slagger seemed happy. This was highly disconcerting to the medic, for it made no logical sense. Since the Autobots knew he was a con-spark, did he not realize they'd do their best to hunt him down and off-line him again?
"Hmmm, your skill and pranks yesterday made it very easy to deduce. But just how did you get inside Jazz?" Ratchet struggled to sit up, and leaned against the trailer's side, noting how the trailer bed seemed to shake. If push came to shove, he could always use his superior weight to overbalance the trailer and cause it to tip. It wasn't an option he liked, but it needed to be considered.
"Ah, that's for me to know, and you not to!" Frenzy-Jazz snickered. Her optics blatantly roved over Ratchet's chassis. They stopped on his aft since he was sitting on his side. A part of her giggled, as she considered if she dare grab and handful of that stuff here and now.
"So are you trying to join us, or going to fight us? After all, Megatron's dead." Inquired Ratchet, trying to ignore the way those optics had stopped on his aft. He felt dread fill his core, for he did not in any way like the expression on Frenzy-Jazz's face.
"He, he, do you think we all just blindly followed?" the silver mech cocked her head, as she studied the medic, her optics scanning for another juicy piece of metal that she wanted to grab. Hmmm, he probably has some sensory arrays tucked underneath that shoulder armor of his…
"From all appearances – yes – that'd be an accurate assessment," Ratchet answered, still trying to ignore the look the other was giving him. The last thing he wanted to think about; was having a Decepticon that was smaller than him – force bond with him. Not that he was all that prideful by any means, but he knew 'ol Ironhide would never let him live it down.
"You males are all the same. Just see things narrowly and never see the big picture," Frenzy-Jazz grinned as she spoke, seeing if the intelligent medic would pick up the meaning of her phrasing. Half of her wishing he would catch on quickly, because the faster he caught on, the faster she could have her fun. She'd always kind've wondered what full copulation felt like, and having the bigger male tied up and in her total control – made a wave of stimulation roll through her, just thinking about it.
Ratchet studied Frenzy, catching the implication of that statement oh-so clearly. If this was a femme spark within Jazz, then their species could be saved! His temperature rose, as he fought to keep the excitement from showing as well as the rapid pulsing of his spark. "So you are insinuating that you are a femme spark?"
Frenzy could see the rise in Ratchet's temperature; she had been right in his excitement. "So are you surprised?" she asked. Her infrared sensors enjoyed the way his temperature rise was spreading through his chassis. His metal skin almost seemed to dance as the changing heat intensities caused it to vary wildly within the spectrum.
He could barely keep his emotions from showing, he was more than surprised – he was elated! But this was Frenzy he was talking to, and he had to be careful. "We'd always suspected that some of you hid, we just didn't know where. Are there others?" he couldn't keep the hopefulness from his voice anymore. Regardless of if it was a con femme or a bot femme, a femme was a femme, and they were more valuable than life itself!
Frenzy shrugged, as she allowed her chassis to lean against the front of the trailer so that the mech in front of her could scan her entire silver frame easily. She had really enjoyed watching the green male's face as he had gone from a look of dread at the mere thought of being raped by a 'male' con in Jazz's chassis – to the look of sheer elation at the thought of being possibly 'used' by a femme con in Jazz's chassis. Boy, were these males so easily manipulated! "Don't know, since we hid in small groups with no knowledge of the others."
"Any other's in your group?" he asked, the excitement filling his voice. They needed femmes, and the more the better, but at the moment, he'd take what he could get. Even if it had to be the hyper freak Frenzy! At least being a hacker, she had some intelligence…
She shook her head, at tint of sadness gleaming in her optics momentarily as she remembered the horrifying day that Starscream had torn Rumble in half. "My sisters are all off lined."
His shoulders drooped, for Frenzy could very well be the last. But at least she was still functioning! Ratchet needed to know if she had been hanging around because they were males. His spark surged at the very notion that she might even be interested in mating with any of them. Then there'd be sparklings again. His audios could almost hear the metallic clicking of little feet dancing around… Bringing himself back into reality, he had to consider this logically. Perhaps, she could be convinced to join their ranks? "Since you've done nothing, but practical jokes as of late, I must wonder what your continued interest in us might be?"
Frenzy turned her optics from him, as she focused on her radar and link with the semi cab. The truck slowed, then turned, then backed and stopped. Nonchalantly, she pulled her connection line from her port and closed her panel, allowing the medic a quick glance on her innards.
"Possible negotiations," she stated simply. The mere notion of forcing the Autobots to 'negotiate' with her, sent chills of anticipation through her systems. She finally had power as a femme! This is what the femmes had died for, had torn themselves apart and suffered through eons of torturous hiding as young males. She wished Rumble could see this. Rumble would've been so proud to force these males to their knees….
He studied her, and saw her deadly seriousness. He found in strange that Frenzy could even put on a serious expression. But if she'd been able to survive right under Megatron's olfactory sensors for eons – then nothing she was capable of should surprise him. "What is there to negotiate, if you come back to the Autobots with me, we will protect you." The smart hacker should already know this, for she was now as valuable as the AllSpark itself. The Autobots would die to protect her. Without her, there was no future for them.
She chuckled in a dry, un-humored way, "You will protect me from the cons, but not your own mechs." She locked optics with him, boring into him with the intensity of her stare. She knew they'd try to force themselves on her, just as the cons would. This is exactly why that pathetic yellow femme was terrified to come out of hiding. But unlike Bumblebee, Frenzy was willing to take chances, for she'd already devised a way to keep that from ever happening – without truly committing suicide. The cell phone was hidden in her armor by her foot. But the males would never know this, never even guess. This was her power, her control. And she would control THEM!
She did have a point, Ratchet knew that many males would have a hard time not forcing themselves on a femme; but considering the desperate state of their species – who could blame them? "But you will be expected to breed," he said. His voice showing his seriousness, for her very value lay in that one ability. If she wouldn't breed, she had no greater value than the male mechs.
She chuckled, "Produce offspring, yes. Breed myself to death, no." She shifted her position slightly, curling her legs under her. Her entire demeanor reflected her decisiveness on that issue. She had already prepared herself to always carry twins – whether fraternal or identical, she didn't really care. Thus, she'd only need to get pregnant half as many times. Taking the risk of those dangerous deliveries less often; but the very action of supporting the growth of two at a time – would drain her spark much more. She and Rumble had once calculated it together, and she knew that she could safely reproduce every third cycle without destroying her spark's integrity. And no mere male was going to force her to do otherwise – period.
A very smart femme indeed; she knew how to negotiate. Ratchet was finding himself rather impressed with the hacker's quick mind. Granted, to be a hacker, a mech had to be very intelligent. He couldn't deduct if this was a good situation for the femme most definitely understood her value. Being a Decepticon, she'd most likely consider her own survival to be of more importance than the species. Then again, without her, there was no future for the species. It was a catch twenty-two. Studying the femme intently, Ratchet agreed to a point, "That's a very true statement, though most males would encourage you to have as many offspring as your cycles would allow."
Nodding, she agreed with him. "This is why I've put charges next to my core," her voice lowered in tone to a sickening murmur, "I'd rather die, than be forced. Do you understand?" Granted, they'd just think she was off lined when her spark vacated this chassis and scampered off in the diminutive cell phone. But she'd never reveal that particular 'femme talent'.
He studied her face, fully understanding how a Decepticon femme might view things, considering how the cons had tortured their femmes to death. A shudder ran through him as he recalled those stories of mass femme suicide amongst the con ranks. The Autobots hadn't truly believed it, until they'd accidentally come across a mass dumpsite of their empty chassis'. Ratchet had been one of the young investigators on that scene, and the mere remembrance of it, caused the same sickening feeling to wash over him. So he understood without a doubt that this femme definitely had the capacity to do as she threatened. "You said you wanted to negotiate. So what are your terms?"
She grinned at him and said one word, "You."
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