Chapter 12: Seeker coding

The sun was bright and the forest was warm, birds were singing and Corvin was happy.

Corvin fluttered her wings, looking around the wooded area in content. The sun hit her wings and back as she stretched out on the rock she was perched on. Optimus and Bee were somewhere in the woods, scouting out a signature they had found and had asked Corvin if she wished to join them. She had accepted and went with them through the ground bridge. Within five minutes Corvin had found the rock she was currently on and had claimed it as her own, and had not moved since.

The others had gone ahead and let her stay there, promising to call if they needed assistance. They had not called so Corvin didn't worry, she just continued to sun bath like a lizard. She had collected a few shrub things that were rather large and let her seeker instincts take over and built a nest. She now was curled up in it, her wings facing the sun with her solar panels out. Her rock was high up, Optimus couldn't even reach it, and that made her carrier programs sing in approval. This was a good spot to go if she ever had sparklings.

Corvin hummed in her chassis, needing the sides of her nest to make it soft. Future sparklings, the thought made her spark throb happily.

As a breeder, it was natural for her to want sparklings, and to set out to find the best sires for her sparklings. Coupled with her seeker programing, only the best would be accepted. Corvin was very glad that Optimus was in fact, the very best. He was strong, fast, and able bodied to protect any clutch she had, he was also a Prime, which meant he was always at maximum fertility. He'd sire the best sparklings; her programing screamed it whenever he was in the room. Her spark wanted him just as much as her body did, so Optimus was dominating her list of sires.

The seeker femme hummed louder from where she sat, peering out of her nest. No one would be able to spot her from where she sat, which was good. She idly wondered if Bee and Optimus would be able to see her from here…

Something was nagging at the side of her mind, like it was telling her to go somewhere, to find something.

She read in her data pads that seekers had been originally programed to find things, like energon. Maybe…

Corvin slowly emerged from her nest, moving over the sides and using her thrusters to get down. Her wings flicked as she moved quickly in the direction her mind was pushing her. Through trees and over rocks, scaring animals and making birds fly away. She followed her conscious to a small opening in the ground.

Corvin knelt down. The hole was about 7 feet in radius and her scanners said it was about 3 meters deep before it branched off. If she pressed her wings close to her frame, she could get down there. Her scanners read a cavern where it branched off to the right.

Silver and blue wings folded against her back and she squared her shoulders as she ducked down helm-first. She fit down easily enough, her hips gave her slight difficulty, but she was able to squeeze through. Her optics lit up the passage as she let gravity help her down. She wiggled and dug her claws into the earth, directing herself into the right passage. If one were watching, they'd have seen her peds disappear as she toppled into the right passage.

It was big enough for her to crawl on her servos and knees, and she did just that. Her seeker programing was making her anxious; being underground like this wasn't the best. But the nagging in her processor was growing stronger and she could just feel it. The cavern opened up to large cave, filled with energon crystals. Her optics lit up, there were several different colored crystals in the cave, pink, orange, yellow, blue, greenish, and even some white. She wondered what they all tasted like…

Corvin opened her comm. to the base, Ratchet's voice chimed through.

::What's your status?::

::Sittin' on top of a lot of energon:: she replied, staring at the heaps of crystals around her.

::Position?:: Corvin sent over her coordinates, informing Ratchet that she was underground. Corvin was able to stand up most the way, but had to crouch so she didn't hit her helm.

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Bee, Arcee, and Vela were the only ones who could mine the energon properly without hurting themselves. Bulkhead was too large in girth, while she and Optimus were far too tall. She was able to sit on the far side of the small cavern though, but she was instructed not to touch the energon. Well not really, but she'd rather her servos not get in the way of those harvesters.

Corvin hummed, looking over some of the crystals and she noticed that not all of them glowed…

"Holy Shit!" Corvin crawled over to what she had thought was white energon… she was wrong.

Fucking diamonds… they were fucking ass diamonds!Holy shiiiiitttt!

Corvin picked at the diamond rocks in the wall, the precious rock was surrounded by very hard rock that had been pressurized down, and no doubt super-heated. Maybe the cavern they were in was some sort of volcanic vent. The silver and blue femme used her claws to dig through the rock surrounding the more precious ones. Her claws dug in like butter, freeing the sizable rocks within moments.

They were huge! The rocks sat in her palm, her fucking palm! She was a big femme! And they sat… in her palm!... Holy fuck!

Corvin was freaking out; this was a lot of money. Like… a couple million dollars! There was a lot a femme could do with a couple million dollars.

Endless possibilities filtered through her mind, rolling through everything she would need and what she could get for the others. Some equipment for Ratchet, better tech for the base, metal for them, minerals, and more were in her mind. She could even get some comfort things: blankets and pillows in her size, maybe even a night shirt, her armor was terribly uncomfortable to sleep in.

Corvin subspaced the diamonds, scampering out of the hole and up to the surface. Corvin called a ground bridge and went back to base, leaving a confused Team Prime.

She needed to prepare for Fowler's next visit…

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Arcee and Jack just got back from their scouting mission and Arcee looked… haunted. Corvin didn't understand until she explained about Arachnid and how she was stuck on Earth. Optimus looked grave by the news. Corvin cheered them up with a new batch of rust sticks, and a few of these little chews she had tried to make, Bulkhead seemed especially fond of them. She'd try and find out what everyone's favorite was.

Corvin moved over towards Ratchet, the medic looking at her, irritant. She did nothing but smile at him, looking over his shoulder as he worked on calculations. Ratchet would look over his shoulder suspiciously every moment or so, but she did nothing. He finally cracked.

"Is there something you need, Corvin?" He grouched and Corvin smiled. Did Ratchet have any other tone?

"Nope." Was all she said, Ratchet looked at her in suspicion for a moment longer before turning back to his equations. It was only a moment later that she made her move.

Silver and blue arms wrapped around a red and white torso, holding it gently to her own. Ratchet sputtered and flailed slightly, causing her to place her helm on his shoulder to avoid being hit in the face by a flying limb.

"Corvin-!" He sputtered. She hummed in question, but never let go. She hugged him snuggly to her, her large, strong arms covering his torso. He was warm, even as he was at a loss of words. She just purred comfortingly as she snuggled close. "What are you doing, you crazy femme?!"

"Hugging you." She stated simply with a dreamy voice.

"Well I can see that! The question is WHY?!" He demanded, trying and failing to shrug her off.

"You're warm." The medic sputtered again and she just held him tighter. Corvin noticed with a grin that he hadn't told her to let go, in fact… the red and white medic seemed to almost lean into her touch.

Corvin rubbed her cheek against the grumbling medic's, purring in contentment. The seeker began to hum a tune she had heard earlier that day, when she had been listening to a classical station. Her claws gently traced over the medic's chassis, making him shutter as her own rumbled on his back. Ratchet would never ever admit it, but it felt nice to be hugged.

Ratchet grumbled more about the clinginess of seekers and resigned himself to Corvin's cuddles. Ratchet went back to work as Corvin moved to sit on her knees, her helm coming to the spot just in between his shoulder struts. Her arms were still wound around him in a tight hug, the claws of her servo running gently over his front in a non-sexual way.

This was the sight that greeted team: Prime when they returned from whatever the hell they had been doing earlier

"Enjoy being cuddled, Ratchet?" the red and white mech pointed an accusing finger down at her, and she lazily smiled at them.

"Ehhee guys" She hummed lazily. Arcee managed to smile at the grumpy look upon Ratchet's face and the far-off one on Corvin's.

"Why is she hugging you though?" Bulkhead asked, one large finger scratching at some flecking paint.

"Pit if I know!" He growled. Corvin smiled wider, shrugging when they looked at her. "Probably her damned seeker coding," The bots nodded in understanding. Corvin 'humph'ed out and buried her helm in the small of Ratchet's back. She sucked in air through her olfactory sensors, unknowingly identifying her medic's scent and storing it in her core programing. Something clicked in her programing, marking Ratchet as 'hers'. The medic's scent became far more pleasant after that, causing her to squish him closer.

Her wings flicked as the others moved on to their regular activities, only glancing over to them a few times. The kids were playing games while sitting on the couch, Bee, Arcee, and Bulkhead were watching, rooting on their charges. Optimus was off on patrol.

Corvin cuddled her grumpy medic; her wings were getting strangely itchy…

She flicked them, which seemed to relief some of the itch, but not enough. She waved them through the air quickly, the air resistance only helping a bit. It was getting really irritating! Corvin pushed her wings forward, the sides just brushing the medic she was holding. It helped the itch… a lot.

The femme seeker hummed before letting go of Ratchet, turning her frame and rubbing her wings against his back.

Ohhhh, yeaaahhh…

She scraped her wings all over him, the itch slowly going away. She turned getting the backs of her wings, too. Ratchet was sputtering, asking her "What the frag was she doing?!" Paint was scratched and her scent was transferred.

Corvin was going with her programing and marking those in her "nest" as hers. Other seekers would be able to smell her scent on him and would avoid him, or it would challenge her claim on him. It was almost like a flock. Her programing had her mark Ratchet first; she was around him more than the others and he was the only medic, so he was accentual for a good nest. She would also need some caregivers, some protectors, and a few providers to have a good nest.

Her coding already had a few in mind, Vela excluded because she was already in her nest due to being her trine member. She hummed loudly, her marking finished as she just curled back around her medic, inhaling his scent mixed with hers.

Corvin briefly wondered just how much her coding affected her and her decisions. She knew that seekers were originally programed to find energon, which was why she was able to find that little cave earlier. Now her coding was telling her to find nest mates and to establish a flock, one that was strong and able to protect her and any young that may be sparked from her or someone else in her flock.

Ratchet was a good start, being a medic he'd be a critical factor in her future flock's health. She'd mark Arcee next, her frame was a bit smaller that desired in strength, but her coding noted that she was sneaky and would easily be able to provide, because she could just steal it without being caught. She was hesitant to gain Bulkhead and Optimus: Bulkhead for coding reasons and Optimus for more personal ones. Bee was still a youngling in her optics, so she automatically accepted him.

Ratchet had stopped yelling at her but continued grumbling about 'seekers and their stupid coding', though she could feel in his field that he was pleased to have finally been accepted by her programing.

"Ratchet, may I have a data pad on seekers and their programing?" Corvin asked, looking up from where she was wrapped around his legs. The medic grumbled and handed down a blank data pad before transferring the data over. "Thank you," Corvin snuggled closer to her medic's legs and opened the data pad.

(AN: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I've fixed quite a few things in this story, still desiding on what I want to keep and what I want to change, but I think I got an idea now.

I have made this killer one-shot about Corvin and Megatron, It's called "Take One for the Team" and I very much enjoyed writing it. If you enjoy this story, I totally recommend that you read it. It is really lllooonnnggeee (like a dick, fuck I'm bad) but fair warning it is rated M for non-con and explicit sexual things.

This story isn't doing too well is it? My other story has over 100 reviews and it's only on its 25 chapter, this is its 12thchapter and I'm barley pushing 25. I'm sorry if I sound whiny or selfish, but when you have a successful story going then you make one you enjoy writing more that isn't, it kinda makes you question your writing. That's why I rewrote some of the chapters… then people told me how much better they liked the rewritten parts and I'm all like "oh". Again I'm sorry if I sound whiny or selfish, I just kinda doubt myself right now.

Anyway, im in need of suggestions about how Optimus finds out that Corvin is from another dimension, im open to suggestions but I know that don't want it to be a huge thing, like he finds out and after some explaining he's cool with it.

Jazzy the Jazz:Haha, I'm very glad to have made you laugh, I was trying hard not to when I was reading it, too XD

Guest:yes, there will always be more chapters for this story

MidnightDragon0213:Lol, I plan to!

Firewolves16: I like the way you think~ so do I, so do I ~~

Till all are one!~