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A month later…Autobot City…Dinobot Roper Room…
Grimlock was silent as he watched the movie with Sludge, Snarl, and Slag; however, his spark wasn't into it, finally he sighed and told them, "Me Grimlock going to Him Red Alert, me be back later."
They nodded their heads and continued watching the movie, as Grimlock lumbered out of the room. As he walked, he mused thoughtfully, 'Me Grimlock hate mysteries!'
Ten minutes later…
As he walked down the corridors he growled with each step he took, finally he reached the door to Red Alert's office; he knocked and heard, "Come in!"
Red Alert looked up at the imposing Dinobot, "Grimlock, what brings you to my office?"
Grimlock sighed as sat down across from him and said, "Me Grimlock hate mysteries! Something going on…First: Him Swoop moved back to Ark and working his aft off with Her Gadget and Her Boomer over secret project that now has Him Prime's approval. Second: Praise Him Primus! Him Ultra Magnus going to be replaced my some mech named Him Lt. Caine. Finally, Him Lt. Caine's report on Her Blackarachia; something about it bothering Me Grimlock! Me Grimlock have feeling all connected by something…but Me Grimlock don't know what!"
Red Alert mused over what Grimlock told him, finally he stated, "I can't believe I am saying this…but I agree with you! Is Swoop talking with you at all since he moved?"
Grimlock snorted in disgust, "Barely, only thing Me Grimlock can get out of Him Swoop is that he will be able to pass test for Medic Class 2 when done with project; maybe even Medic Class 1."
Red Alert frowned thoughtfully, "Whatever their doing; the end result for Swoop most likely will be that he will turn out to be extremely close in becoming a qualified medic," he muttered, and then he quickly typed up on his computer and brought up Lt. Caine's report on one of the many view screens that he had in his office. "Let's slowly go over this report, maybe something about it will give us an idea on what in the pit is going on around here!" Grimlock merely grunted in agreement; and they started to read the report.
Two hours later…
Both Grimlock and Red Alert were drained after reading the same report, over and over again. Finally, Red Alert said, "If there is a clue in this report; I don't see it!"
"Me Grimlock don't either," he growled out in agreement.
"Hey, guys! What are you doing?" asked Daniel as he bounced a basketball with one hand.
"Nothing… Daniel, how many times have a told you not to play with that ball in my office?" asked Red Alert.
"Lots of times!" he replied, and then gave a quick glance at the screen that was showing the report, "Why are you reading one of Prowl's old reports?"
The two Autobots froze in shock, finally Red Alert shouted out, "What!?"
"Why are you reading one of Prowl's old reports?" he repeated, "I can tell your reading one because this sentence here," he pointed it out, "says the majority of the Autobots within the city that will be affected by her power is 99.89 percent; if an Autobot mech or sub-mech wears audio plugs the percentage will go down to 58.98 percent. See… a typical Prowl report! So, why are you reading it? He has been dead for years!"
Silence filled the room, until Red Alert ordered, "Daniel, get out!"
Daniel began to protest, "But…"
Grimlock quickly, but carefully picked up the human teenager, "Me Grimlock say out!" he shouted as he deposited him in the hallway and slammed the door shut.
Red Alert swiftly brought up one of Prowl's old reports, while Grimlock locked the door and muttered, "Out of mouth of younglings!"
"Tell me about it!" agreed Red Alert, "All right, let's compare the writing style…"
They compared the two reports that were side by side, finally Red Alert admitted, "Daniel is right, this is a report by Prowl! Lt. Caine is really Prowl! How in Primus's name did he survive!?"
"Him Swoop!" moaned out Grimlock as he rubbed his aching processor, "Me Grimlock remembers now! Him Swoop first Autobot or Dinobot at crash site after first battle of Autobot City; Me Grimlock saw Him Swoop fly out of crashed ship like pit on fire carrying something in hands! Me Grimlock was upset and anger over Him Ratchet's and Him Wheeljack's deaths; Me didn't realize till now it was a spark!"
"Prowl's spark," comprehend Red Alert, "He's spark casing must have been damage, but his body repairable after the ambush and crash. Swoop must have raced to put his spark in stasis within the Ark's old med bay due to the fact the city's medical facilities were a piece of slag at the time!"
"Then second attack happened," continued Grimlock, "by Him Galvatron."
"Which damaged Prowl's shell beyond repair," finished Red Alert, "Why didn't Swoop come to us about this?"
Grimlock snorted in disgust, "You Autobots stupid! Wouldn't listen to Him Swoop most likely, and rest of us Dinobots wouldn't have been able to help!"
Red Alert looked down on the ground ashamed, "Sorry, we really should listen to you guys more."
Grimlock snorted in disgust again, and declared to him, "Me believe you stupid Autobots listen when Me see it!" He was silent for a moment, and then he said thoughtfully, "Me bet a lot of high grade that Her Moonracer really dead and that Him Prowl is in her shell. Me also bet, Her Chromia come up with crazy idea to use Him Prowl in Her Moonracer's shell against Her Blackarachia!"
"I wouldn't bet against you…it sounds like something Chromia would do," he sighed in agreement, "I would bet that Prime has some how found out about this little scheme, and the only reason he is going along with it…"
"If Her Gadget, Her Boomer, and Him Swoop," finished Grimlock, "work afts off making Him Prowl new body so he can be SIC as soon as possible."
"Exactly," agreed Red Alert and then sighed regretfully, "I guess I can't welcome him back until whatever they're planning against Blackarachia works."
"Me Grimlock agree…me say we stay silent till whatever happens, happens," he advised.
"I agree," he said.
They were silent for a moment, until Grimlock commented miserably, "Me Grimlock don't know what worse, Him Aft Magnus or stick in the mud Him Prowl as SIC!"
"Look on the bright side, Grimlock," commented Red Alert cheerfully.
"Me say what bright side?"
"Just picture in your processor the lecture that Prowl is going to give Ultra Magnus," he explained.
Grimlock was silent as he imagined the scene, finally with a dark chuckle he exclaimed as he rubbed his hands together eagerly, "Me Grimlock will supply high grade and snacks if you Red Alert tape it!"
"You know, Grimlock," he said as he tapped his chin thoughtfully, "That would be breaking a dozen regulations….but in Ultra Magnus's case I'll make an exception! You're on!"
"Me Grimlock say, good!"
Elsewhere in the City that night…Marrisa Fairborne's Quarters…
She moaned in desire within her sleep; she dreamt: Rodimus was keeping her legs spread, while lapping up the lubricant that was flowing from her front port. She struggle with the bonds around her hands, and moaned out, "Roddy…please!"
"Mmm, please…what?" he muttered as he looked up from his current task.
"You damm well know what!" she screamed at him.
"No, I don't know what," he teased and then resumed licking the lubricant from her.
"Let me go… so I can fuck you!" she screamed in rage as well as passion.
"Mmm," he muttered thoughtfully, "the term is fragg not fuck. You're still thinking like a human, my mate."
"Agggh!" she shouted, "Fuck, fragg what's the difference! If I am your mate, then I am your equal…let me go!"
Rodimus chuckled, "Yes, you're my equal…and right now I have you where I want you…so, no I am not going to let you go. But…" He raised himself above her, and plunged his spike into her port, "I will fragg you!"
Marrisa woke up with a start, groaning out loud in misery, she muttered, "That's it…I'm seeing him tomorrow!"
The next morning at the Ark…Prowl's Office…
"You got to pick one of them, what about this nice Mustang?" asked Boomer as she pointed out the vehicle in question.
Prowl wearily sighed as he looked over the images of current Earth police vehicles, "Didn't Barricade recently chose a Mustang form? I rather not have another connection with that Decepticon!"
"He's your brother," protested Boomer, "and you both have a similar size structure!"
"He's still a Decepticon," he told her, "There has got to be something else besides a Mustang!"
Boomer was about to suggest another vehicle when someone knocked on the office door, "Come in!" ordered Prowl.
Marrisa peeped into the office, "Are you busy?" she sheepishly asked.
"No," drawled Prowl, "Boomer was just leaving, weren't you?"
"But," she protested, "We haven't picked out a vehicle for your outer shell as well as to transform into!"
"Boomer," he warned her.
"All right, all right," she yielded to him, "I'll see what Gadget and I can do."
As soon as she left, Marrisa burst out, "Last night was the first time I dreamt that I was a Cybertrionan! Rodimus was there, and we had hot, kinky sex!"
Prowl sighed with exasperation as he shifted uncomfortable in his chair, "From you're brief, but frank description; I theorized that the Matrix must be giving you a warning to prepare yourself for your new life," he calmly informed her.
"But I don't want to be a Cybertrionan or femme leader!" she shouted hysterically.
"And I didn't want Megatron to attack; my friends to perish; to be stuck in a femme's shell for Primus knows how long; having Silverstar as a roommate; and let's not fragging forget about becoming SIC to a Prime again!" he yelled back to her, "But life is not fair, Marrisa. I suggest you suck up to what is being thrown your way!"
They both glared at each other furiously, finally Marissa sighed regretfully, "You're right, I just…I don't know how to deal with this!" she stressfully told him, "How will the other Autobots, particularly those on Cybertron, view me? What will my family say?"
Prowl pinched the bridge of his nose in exhaustion, "Ms. Fairborne, I can tell you that Chromia and Silverstar have been quietly contacting certain femmes as well as mechs on Cybertron; thru their contacts I can safely say that the Autobots on my home planet wish that you were a Cybertrionan because of your bravery, intellect, and that you make Rodimus Prime happy whenever you are with him," he informed her.
"As for your family," he continued patiently, "I know your father and stepmother quite well when they worked with GI Joe we had to collectively work together whenever Cobra and the Decepticons teamed up. From the stories they were allowed to tell me…you changing into a Cybertrionan will not be the weirdest thing that has ever happened to them, but it most likely will be a close second. And I know that no matter what… if you're human, or Cybertrionan…they will still love you."
By the time he finished his speech, she had tears in her eyes, finally she said, "You're right, you're fucking right!" She sniffed, as tears rolled down her face, "I don't know what's wrong with me…usually I am not so emotionally! And I'm not pregnant, that's what happens to human women…"
"I know," quickly replied Prowl, "I remember when Carla was pregnant with Daniel." He hesitated for a moment, finally he gently asked, "I know Chromia has told you about the Prime Heritage, but did she tell you how it would affect you?"
She shrugged and then responded, "Just that I will have erotic dreams involving Prime." She then scowled as she remembered, "Oh, and about being femme leader when I become bonded with Prime! Damm! Why me? I love Roddy, but I don't know the first thing about being the femme leader of the Autobots!"
Prowl pinched the bridge of his nose again, "Thank you, so much Chromia for explaining the Heritage to her," he muttered sarcastically.
Marrisa raised an eyebrow at him in curiosity, she thought for a moment, and then her eyes widen in realization, "Oh, hell! Please don't tell me the reason I am so emotional is because of the Prime Heritage?!" she pleaded.
"I am afraid so," he told her regretfully.
"Dammit!" she yelled, "Is there anything else Chromia forgot to tell me?!"
Prowl shifted in his seat uncomfortable, "Mmm…how do I go about explaining this?" he muttered thoughtfully.
She narrowed her eyes in fury, "If you can't tell me, just give me an example," she ordered.
He thought for a moment, and then he said, "Very well, a couple of Earth months ago…as soon as Prime got back to Cybertron; Kup took him to a party on Ultra Magnus's orders."
"What does that have to do with the Prime Heritage?!"
"They were trying to match him with a suitable femme, since he is not attracted to sub-mechs. So, they invited every suitable femme on Cybertron…"
Before he could continue, she shouted as her eyes glowed white, "What?! He is my mate, mine! No one else should have a claim to him! When I get my hands on Kup…"
Prowl sighed wearily as he patiently waited for her to finish her ranting, finally after a few moments, he stated calmly, "You wanted an example."
She stopped her rant, and her eyes widen as she realized what she said, "Oh, God," she muttered, "I'm becoming a possessive stalker."
"No," he told her as he stood up from his desk and gently picked her up, "It's the Heritage; it's making you possessive of Prime. I can assure that Prime is most likely possessive of you as well."
She frowned as he gently placed her in his hand, "Where are you taking me?"
"The med bay," he grimly answered her.
"Why?"
"You're eyes," he replied, "They were glowing white while you ranted…like a Cybertrionan."
A few moments later…in the Med-Bay…
Gadget frowned as she looked over scans she made of Marrisa Fairborne whom was currently resting perfectly still on one of the berths. "I don't see a thing, Prowl," she said thoughtfully, "Are you certain you didn't imagine it?"
"I am not capable of imagination," he said while at the same time Marrisa shouted, "He isn't capable of making stuff up, Gadget!"
"Okay, okay," she grumbled as she looked closer at the images, "Slag…I wish I studied more on human anatomy when I had the chance…I should have listened to Dad when he sent those texts. Pit, he's probably watching me now from Primus knows where telling me I told you so!"
Swoop, whom was beside her in studying the images, said, "You Gadget should have studied what Him Ratchet sent you…Me Swoop did, and Me Swoop see problem!"
"I know, I know! You don't have to rub it…wait! What problem?!" she shouted.
Swoop tapped a button, and frowned when the computer didn't do what he wanted. Growling in disgust, he slammed his fist down on the control panel, "Stupid Teletran! Me Swoop say bring up what Me Swoop wants up!" He slammed his fist down again on the control panel, finally a magnify image of Marrisa Fairborne's optic nerve showed up on the screen. He pointed at the screen, "Me Swoop says that don't look like human optic nerve."
Gadget frowned as she muttered, "Your right, it looks like a Cybertrionan optic nerve."
"Me Swoop say also this," he explained as tap the control panel and brought another image up on the screen, "Me Swoop say that Her Marrisa's heart funny, Her Gadget look at center."
Gadget narrowed her optics as she looked at what Swoop pointed at, she muttered in awe, "I don't slagging believe it."
"What?" Marrisa asked with worry.
Prowl moved closer to computer to study the images that were brought up, he was silent for a moment, finally he said with astonishment, "I will never be cease to be amazed at what the Matrix has been doing since I went into stasis a tron ago."
"What in the slag is going on?" she bellowed as she sat up on the berth, "What has that ancient Primus spawn artifact done now?"
Gadget chuckled in amusement, "You're starting to sound like a Cybertronian."
"Gadget, report!" she ordered as she gave the femme a furious glare.
The femme merely laughed out loud, while Prowl and Swoop stifled their chuckles, finally Swoop spoke up, "You Marrisa sound like Him Prime now!"
Marrisa sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, "Right, I forgot," she said sarcastically, "Future leader of the femmes…well as your future leader…tell me what is wrong with me Gadget?! Now!"
"Okay, okay," said Gadget cheerfully as she pushed a button on the control panel…and then frowned when it didn't do what she wanted. Growling she pushed the button again, and again it didn't work. "AAAGH!" she yelled, "BLASTED!" she slammed her fist on the panel, "PIECE!" Slam! "OF JUNK!" The control panel finally beeped, and a holographic image of Marrisa Fairborne's heart sprung up out of the computer.
"Okay," grumbled Gadget as she pointed at the section of the heart, "You've got a Cybertrion spark starting…right here."
Marrisa stared at the image for a moment, finally she said, "Wonderful, I thought I would have to be near the Matrix for it to change me?! And why now?!"
"To answer your questions in order," said Prowl, "Apparently not, and Blackarachia."
"Terrific," she hissed out and then glared at Gadget and Swoop, "How long do you think I have before I become Cybertrionan?"
Gadget and Swoop stared at each other for a moment, finally Gadget shrugged and told Swoop, "You know more about human systems than me, it's your call little brother."
Swoop sighed in despair, and said acerbically, "Me Swoop say thanks a lot!" He sighed again, and appeared deep in thought, finally he told them, "Me Swoop wishes Him Ratchet and Him Wheeljack were here, but since not…Me Swoop thinks Her Marrisa has eight Earth months…more or less. That is Me Swoop's best guess."
Gadget perked up and said cheerfully, "That's great!"
The three of them stared at her in shock, finally Marrisa hesitantly asked, "I'm going to regret this, but why are you so damm happy about it?!"
"We…and I do mean us femmes…will finally have a proper femme leader that is not a psychopath or a trigger happy lug nut!" she exclaimed gleefully.
Prowl and Swoop tried not to chuckle at Marrisa's expression, which was mixture of frustration and shock. Finally she said, "All right, you want a femme leader…you got one…which one of the femmes around here can get me a secure channel so I can speak to my father and stepmother."
Gadget and Prowl spoke at the same time, "Stigma."
A few hours later…Stigma's Quarters…
Stigma shifted uncomfortable in her chair, as she typed on her personal computer…she hated to deal with anything relating to communications unless its communication viruses. But, she recently discovered that she hated something even more than that…
"What do you mean your turning into a robot!" bellowed Flint and Lady Jane.
Stigma sighed miserably as she made a personal note to never, ever, again to be in range of overemotional human creators.
Meanwhile back on Cybertron…near a hidden lab…
Hound carefully walked toward what appeared to be an abandoned building, and peered into one of the dirty windows, 'Well,' he thought, 'It took me a joor, but I believe I found what I am looking for and thank Primus I put in those audio plugs before I left the base!'
He watched silently as Blackarachia laughed in dark delight as Med-One gave a human female a shot of his special serum, his face slowly turned to horror as he observed the agonizing pain the human was going thru; and before his optics the human turned into silver protoform of a Cybertrionan! 'That's it! Slag with being sneaky!' he thought and then shouted out, "Blackarachia!" He fired a shot; within the lab… the shot hit the generator and a fire soon started…the evil femme hissed in anger. Quickly she grabbed a sample of the serum, and fired a fatal shot at Med-One; before he knew what was happening she made her escape. 'Slag', he thought as he raced into the burning building in order to rescue the remaining humans and the newly born Cybertrionan.
A few moments later, Hound gave the last of the blankets he had in subspace to the human male; silently the victims and their rescuers watch the building burn to the ground. Hound pulled out his radio plugs and called over his comm., "Hound to Blaster, I found Blackarachia and Med-One; however things went to the pit! Send the Aerialbots to my location, I got survivors. Also, tell Preceptor that Med-One was apparently successful in his little illegal experiment; I have one human whom is now a Cybertrionan."
A few days later…Cybertron…Rodimus Prime's office…
The humans have been sent back to Earth," reported Jazz, "However, the human that's been…changed…is a sixteen year old runaway from an orphanage in Anchorage, Alaska. Spike is going to take care of the local authorities for us, but it looks like someone is going to have to be her caretaker until she's ready for her new life."
"Why do I get the feeling that someone has already volunteered for the job?" asked Rodimus as he quickly read over Preceptor's report on what happened to the young teen.
Jazz smirked in delight as he answered, "Mirage and Hound have volunteered to be the kid's caretakers, and they said if things work out well in the next few joors… they are willing to adopt her."
Rodimus smiled in relief and joy, "Well, at least something good has come from this pit-spawn mess!' He tapped the data pad thoughtfully, "Preceptor in his long-winded report has basically said he has no idea how to reverse the process, and even it was reversible…it would kill whomever it was."
Jazz winced in sympathy and firmly said, "We got to catch her before she causes anymore damage."
"Chromia and Lt. Caine," he informed him, "have a workable plan to do just that, however we do have another problem …what are we going to do with her once we catch her?"
Jazz slapped his face in frustration and moaned out, "I don't know, it's been eons since any Cybertrionan had to deal with someone this insane! And that doesn't include Galvatron!"
They were silent for a moment, and then Rodimus spoke up, "Maybe Kup can do something useful…for once these past tron."
"What do ya mean?" he asked.
"Somewhere in that processor of his," he explained, "There must have been a similar situation as Blackarachia."
Jazz smirked as he headed out the door, "I'll go see the old war horse, right now."
"You do that," Rodimus told him, and was about to go back to his paperwork when Blaster called over the comm., "Prime, Marrisa Fairborne wants to talk with you…should I put her thru?"
Rodimus shifted uncomfortable, and took a deep breath, "Yes," he replied and as soon as her face popped up on the view screen, he asked, "So, has your father and stepmother calmed down yet? Are they okay, about you becoming a Cybertrionan?"
"Yes, finally," she replied frankly, "though my Dad told me to tell you that he will turn you into a piece of scrap metal if you ever break my heart!"
Rodimus chuckled humorlessly as his optic glowed white, he told her, "No way in the Pit will I break your heart! Your mine, I'm yours…"
"We are one," finished Marrisa as her eyes glowed as white as her future mate.
They were silent for a moment staring at one another; finally both their eyes turned back to her normal. Marrisa took out a popsicle and said, "Speaking of changing…any news on your wacko mother? If I am going to change species…I rather have an ancient, powerful artifact due it instead of serum that was done in a hurry."
"Yes," he said as he tried to distract himself from the sight of her sucking the ice cold treat, "Here is Hound's as well as Preceptor's reports on what happened recently in the Sigma sector." He quickly sent her the file thru his computer, "The human female that was transformed is alive, but in a state of shock. Hound and Mirage are going to…Marrisa would you please stop doing that?!"
"Doing what?" she asked innocently.
"Sucking on that popsicle!" he yelled, "It's driving me crazy!"
"Well, suck it up Roddy!" she told him, "It's payback for what you did after you told me about Lt. Caine! That pervert Rumble was spying on Magnus while he was spying on us…"
"I am going to kill them!" growled out Rodimus in anger, his optics glowing white again.
She snorted in disgust, "Don't bother, we already took care of Magnus and Stigma took care of that little, Deception pervert. I am willing to bet that Soundwave is going insane trying to get rid of that communication virus out of him."
On Charr…the Decepticon home base…Soundwave's lab…
Soundwave sighed in despair as he continued working on Rumble; finally Frenzy asked breaking the silence, "Any luck, Boss?"
"Answer: No," he droned out, "Hypothesis: Autobot femmes hiding something."
"Something, all right," hissed Ravage over his comm., "Something big!"
"We need to find out what it is," chirped out Laserbeak over his com, "It may be useful to Galvatron."
"There is only one problem with that bird brain, Aunt Stigma!" shouted Frenzy, "She can spot any of us a mile away! If we go nosing around Autobot City or that dump for a base the Autobot femmes are using; we could end up like Rumble or worse…terminated!"
"I still think…"chirped out Laserbeak.
As his cassettes continued to argue, Soundwave's patience with the entire situation ended and he yelled out uncharacteristically, "Enough!"
Silence reigned over the room as they stared at their creator in shock, finally after several deep breaths to calm down; he called out over his comm., "Soundwave to Barricade."
"Barricade, here," came over the comm. channel, "Something the matter? You sound practical informal! Usually you would call out 'Decepticon Soundwave to Decepticon Barricade'!"
Soundwave pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, and said, "Hypothesis: Correct. Problem: Unable to rid of Stigma's communication virus from Rumble."
"I see," drawled out Barricade, "It sounds like your little sister has certainly improved her methods over the vorns. I am going to assume you want me to go to Earth, and try to retrieve the antidote from her deadly fingers, correct? Since you and your little brats can't even land on that mudball without her finding out about it."
"Assumption: Correct."
"What do I get out of it if I am going to risk my tailpipe for the little brat?" he asked.
"Statement: Blackmail futile. Mission: Femme Autobots, hiding something. Possibility of Autobot secret useful to Decepticons, fifty percent. Retrieval of information and Rumble's antidote," he said.
Silence came over the comm. channel, finally Barricade sighed wearily, "Figures you would try to weasel out of a little bit of blackmail!"
Soundwave narrowed his optics with fury, and warned, "Decepticon Barricade…"
"Fine, fine," he interrupted, "I'll go! Its not like I've got nothing else to do, and my dear brother is no longer there to cause me any problems! Speaking of siblings, why didn't you kill your pit spawn sister when you had the chance?"
It was Soundwave's turn to sigh wearily as he asked, "Question: Why didn't you terminate Prowl at Battle of Delta City when you had the chance?"
Barricade was silent for a moment, finally he growled out, "Touché. Barricade out."
Meanwhile…back on Cybertron…in the Tomb of the Heroic Enlightened…
Blackarachia screamed out her overload, and dropped down in exhaustion over Optimus Prime's corpse. Finally she sat up, and traced the rusted face plate, "How is Chromia staying one step ahead of me? I know she is the one who sent Hound after me, my spark."
She climbed off the dead shell, and allowed it to go back into the tomb. "How, how?" she muttered, "Unless…" Her optics narrowed in fury as she finished her thought out loud, "Unless she is working with someone… someone that would know me quite well. Then the question has been changed from how to who? Who? Who?" She continued repeating the question as she walked out of the tomb.
Unknown to her, a few spirits were watching her activities. Ratchet, Wheeljack, as well as Moonracer turned toward a mortified Optimus Prime, and in unison said, "You better go warn her!"
Prime sighed regretfully and nodded his head in confirmation, "I will; can you warn Prowl, Moonracer? He is in your shell."
She sighed, and then replied, "Yes, I will."
"And I'll talk to Gadget," stated Ratchet, he looked at their shock faces, "She's going crazy with the slag that's coming her way lately! Building Prowl's body under fragging conditions, trying to keep him… and everyone else functioning, oh…let's not forget warning her that certain femme found a certain someone's notes on improving nannites!"
Wheeljack wilted under Ratchet's stern glare, as Optimus growled out, "Wheeljack…I thought I told you to destroy everything on your nannite project! You do remember what happened, don't you?!
"Yes," he weakly replied, "But, I thought I could go back later and fix what cause the problem in the first place."
Prime and Ratchet groaned out in misery, while Moonracer slapped the back of Wheeljack's head, "Thanks a lot, Jack! If my sparkling and my foster sparkling…my daughter and your niece…get blown to bits because of your carelessness…"
"I didn't mean too!" he protested, "And I should have raised her in the first place if the Ark hadn't crashed!"
"Enough!" Prime ordered, "We don't have much time, we must do what needs to be done! However, Wheeljack…we will be discussing this more later!"
Wheeljack gulped in fear at the upcoming discussion he would be having, "Terrific," he muttered dreadfully.
That night on Earth…the Ark…Prowl's quarters…
Prowl sighed in pleasure as he dreamt: Silverstar was nibbling on his neck and one hand was tracing a pattern on one of his wings; she pleaded, "Please, Prowl…let's have some fun."
He smirked at her, and was just about to release his spike when a familiar, female voice called out, "I didn't know you had a sexual side in your entire spark, Prowl."
"Pit!" he yelled out and swiftly turned around, there before him was Moonracer, "What the slag!?"
She raised an eye ridge at him, and chuckled in amusement, "Being in my shell has done you wonders Prowl! You actually cursed out loud!" Her face then turned deadly serious, "I just came from the tomb with the stupid name, Blackarachia just finished overloaded on Optimus's dead shell."
Prowl winced in disgust as he interrupted, "I really didn't want to know that…again!"
"Prowl, I don't have a lot of time," she warned, "Blackarachia after she…finished…she had a conversation out loud with herself; she becoming suspicious that Chromia is not working alone, she is starting to wonder who is working with her that she doesn't know about...someone that would know her quite well…"
Prowl frowned as he cursed under his breath, "Well, that is just slagging great!"
Moonracer smiled, and then quickly gave him a hug, "Be careful old friend, you have a lot to live for and we don't want to see you on this side yet!"
Prowl woke up with a start, and then cursed out, "Dream or not, I better take that advice fragging seriously!"
"Take what fragging seriously?" asked a sluggish Silverstar from the berth next to his.
Prowl's optics flashed white in desire briefly as he remembered the dream he had before Moonracer's interpretation, finally after a moment he said, "Blackarachia, she's becoming suspicious."
"And how in the pit do you know that?!"
Prowl didn't answer, he merely called out over the comm. channel, "Prowl to Chromia."
At the same time…Ironhide's old quarters…
Chromia cooed happily in her sleep, she dreamt: She was looking down at the new born sparkling that was lying in the crib berth, she was muttering, "Who's going to grow up to kick Decepticon aft? You are, my little mech…you are!" A cry from the crib berth next to her gained her attention, "And I haven't forgotten you, my little femme! You're going to be right out there with your brother!"
A familiar voice muttered softly to her, "Have some faith, Chromia…maybe this dream can come true!"
She turned around in amazement, "Prime," she muttered and then pulled him into a hug! "Primus, I missed you, old friend! But…where is Ironhide?"
Optimus stared down as his old friend as he replied, "He's moved on to another life."
She frowned in confusion, "What do you mean?"
Prime sighed sadly, "It's a long story, and we don't have time for it, Chromia…just know that you will see Ironhide soon. Right now, I am afraid to tell you some rather bad news."
Chromia closed her optics and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, "Let me guess," she growled out, "the bad news involves my former best friend…your mate…Elita."
"Yes," he replied as he shook his head in despair, "I never realized until she..." He couldn't finished his sentence, instead he gave out a deep sigh as he shook his head in misery.
Chromia chuckled darkly as she guessed what he was processing, "We all got fooled! Thank Primus, Rodimus doesn't take after her… too much!" She sighed, and asked, "All right, what is she doing now?"
"She's becoming suspicious," he answered, "She believes you are working with someone who would know her quite well…but she doesn't know about Prowl… yet."
Chromia frowned in concern, "Slag!" she cursed, "Just what I fragging need!"
"I am sorry, Chromia," apologized Prime, "I…"
Chromia held up a hand to stop his apology, "Like I said, she fooled us all…expect Primus himself." They were silent for a moment, finally Chromia asked, "Prime, do you know how long before Marrisa Fairborne transforms completely into a Cybertrionan? I have the feeling we will be needing the extra fire power in order to deal with your psycho mate."
"Ex-mate," he told her, "I am not joining with her ever again! Not after what she has done!" He took a deep breath to calm down; finally he answered her question, "I don't know, those of us in the Matrix can not use its power fully on her as we did with Rodimus. I, and the others, must use the power slowly on her or she could end up as insane as Elita."
"Wonderful," grumbled Chromia as she woke up from her recharge by a call over her comm... "Prowl to Chromia."
"Chromia here," she called out, "I assume you had a weird dream too, Prowl? Warning you about a certain psycho glitch of a femme?"
"Affirmative," he replied, "You too?"
"Yup," she answered, "Get your aft as well as Silverstar's to my office, it looks like we will need to make a few improvements to your plan."
Prowl sighed wearily over the comm., "We'll be on our way, Prowl out."
Chromia shook her head in amazement and said, "Gadget is as sneaky as Moonracer when it comes to spark matching."
At the same time… in Ratchet's old quarters…
Gadget shifted in her recharge, though she was asleep, her mind was still unconsciously working on the numerous problems that she had to deal with recently. She dreamt:
She growled as she looked over the list of Earth vehicles…trying to find one that matched Prowl's new protoform…again, "Not a Mustang! Anything else but a slagging Mustang! Picky, pit spawn! Slagging Chromia!" she cursed, "I could be doing this in shorter amount of time if we were in Autobot City's nice, clean, and functioning med-bay! But, Nooo! Instead I get this creepy, pit dump to work a slagging miracle in!"
"Calm down, Gadget," said a familiar voice behind her, "Your doing great…despite the fragging circumstances that even I would have trouble in!"
Turning around, she gasped in surprise, "Daddy?"
Ratchet's held his arms out, and immediately she ran into to them, "Daddy, I missed you!" she cried out.
"I missed you too," he muttered softly, "And I am proud of the medic…femme…you've grown up to be."
She sniffled, "Some medic I am…I bet you could have done fragging better in dealing with temporary spark placement and building a new body for said spark! Oh, let's not slagging forget a human changing into a Cybertrionan via the Matrix."
Ratchet sighed wearily as he pulled his daughter and sternly told her, "Gadget, I have never…in my entire existence had to deal with temporary spark placement. The closest situation that I have been in that is similar to that would have been the time Spike's mind was transferred into a shell that Wheeljack and I built."
"Really?" she asked with tears running out of her optics.
"Really," he confirmed, "The point I am making is that you're doing a pit lot better than I would have done in your situation."
"Thanks," she said and then she frowned as she looked at his face, "Wait a slagging minute…what about a human turning into a Cybertrion?! Your face plate is just screaming at me that you had to deal with it before!"
He sighed as he replied, "It's a long story, and basically it's this… I helped you deal with Marrisa Fairborne's transformation."
She stared at him in shock, finally she asked, "What in the…how in the fragg did that happen?! You're slagging dead!"
"You'll find out," he answered mysteriously, "right now I need to warn you about two femmes."
"Warn me about whom?!" she shouted.
"Blackarachia has figured out that Chromia is receiving help in order to stop her," he said.
"Slag!" she cursed, "That's all we need!"
"Yes," he growled out, "But, that is not who you should be concerned about now…whom you should be concerned about is Boomer! She's studying Jack's notes on nannites, and the little pit spawn has an idea to use them on Prowl's outer shell!"
Gadget was silent for a moment, and then she screamed out in rage as she woke up out of recharge, "BOOMER!"
Everyone in the Ark woke up out of recharged or looked up when they heard the furious bellow. In Optimus Prime's old office, Silverstar sighed wearily as she stood up and went to investigate what happened between the temperamental medic and the mad scientist.
Prowl resignedly sighed as he threw down his stylis and Chromia rolled her optics as she muttered, "What is that human saying? The more things change…"
"The more they slagging stay the same," finished Prowl as he got up to help Silverstar with the two femmes.
A few moments later…in Wheeljack's old lab…
Boomer ducked at the twentieth wrench that was threw her way, as Gadget yelled at her, "Power Rangers! You got this slagging idea from a human sparkling center show?! Are you insane?!"
Silverstar sighed despairingly as she gave Prowl a shot of medicine after he crashed when he found out what Boomer had planned for him, he groaned out in pain, "Please tell me she didn't say what I thought she said?"
"She did," replied Silverstar, "And Gadget is already making her opinion known…"
The two watched as Gadget chased her foster sister around the lab throwing wrenches at her and cursing her spark out, "Pit spawn! Glitch! Slagger! Optimus Prime ordered your glitching Uncle Jack to destroy his little project for a reason! And you fragging know why! Plus, have you forgotten that we're on a slagging time limit! That fragging defliabator will not last forever! What were you thinking, Boomer?!"
Prowl sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "The more they slagging stay the same," he repeated.