Once again…I don't own anything! Not Transformers or G. I. Joe! I also don't own the words found in Stan Bush's song "Till All Are One." (shrug) What can I say…it's a really cool song! I love the lyrics! Darkmachines, I hope this answers your question about Soundwave and Stigma's relationship…and no… I am not giving them a break anytime soon! In fact, this chapter is their break, even though it's not much of one! Oh! Be warned this chapter mentions rape!
September 6, 1995…open field…one mile from the Ark…
Wheeljack waved his arms around, and asked with excitement, "What do you think? The river would make an excellent source of energy! That mountain over there would…"
"Okay, okay!" Ratchet exclaimed as he looked around, "Don't offline yourself in excitement!"
"I can't help it! I can't believe I found this little spot before Hound or any of the other scouts!" he shouted as his fins flashed with excitement, "Just think of the city we could build here!"
Ratchet rolled his optics in annoyance, and looked over at Ironhide, "You're awfully quiet Ironhide…usually you would make your opinion known now about one of Jack's crazy ideas!"
"Hmmm?" he asked distractedly, "Did you say something, Ratchet?"
"Now, I know something is wrong!" he exclaimed and folded his arms as he gave Ironhide a stern look, "What's got your turbine in a twist?!"
Ironhide was silent for a moment; finally he responded inattentively, "I just got a feeling that something is coming…something big!"
His two companions looked at him, and then around the area for a moment; "I don't see anything, Ironhide," said Wheeljack.
"Maybe you are finally losing your processors in you're old age, Hide," Ratchet commented sarcastically.
Ironhide glared at the medic furiously as he growled out, "You're as old as I am, remember?!"
Before Ratchet could respond to that comment, a crackle of energy was heard…they looked in the direction it was coming from…suddenly; a shuttle appeared in a swirling ball of energy! They powered up their weapons in preparation for whatever came out of the shuttle. Before they could blink, the shuttle's door was thrown up open and a femme was sailing thru the air and screaming out, "Aggah!"
As she landed in front of the mechs, Ironhide gasped out, "Chromia?"
"Ironhide," she muttered with longing, quickly she shook her head in order to gather her wits, "No time to explain!" She rolled her optics in annoyance at her words as she swiftly handed to each of them audio plugs, "Put these in! I'll explain later!"
"Chromia," Ironhide started to say, but she cut him off briskly.
"Hidey, just trust me and do it!" she ordered as she rushed back to the shuttle.
Shrugging, the mechs followed her orders, and observed as the shuttle rock back and forth on the ground; suddenly, the shuttle exploded and several femmes sailed thru the air…three of them in the direction of the audio plugged mechs. Quickly, Ironhide caught his bond mate; while Ratchet and Wheeljack caught the other two.
Ratchet gasped out in shock as he looked down at the femme he caught, "Gadget?"
Wheeljack too was surprised at the small human-like femme, he caught, "What the pit?"
The cyborg briefly gave him a small, grateful smile and then called out, "Silverstar, Stigma…are you all right and where did that bitch go too?"
"We're fine," Silverstar groaned out.
Stigma hissed out in fury as she pointed to the mountain's cliff, "Statement: Functional. Blackarachia flew above us, she is on Lookout Mountain."
They looked in the direction she pointed at, and the femmes' heard in the wind, "Try and stop me without Prowl, Chromia!" The fanatical femme soon disappeared from sight, leaving an evil cackle behind her.
"Terrific," grumbled Gadget as she pointed to the ground; as soon as he placed her down, she reached out and pulled out the audio plugs, "Are you all right, father?"
"Yes," he growled out, "But, I like to know what in name of Primus is going on?"
"In a minute," she muttered sadly and then quickly pulled him into a tight hug as she cried out, "I missed you…so much! How in the pit did you deal with this slag daily?!"
As she cried on his shoulder, Ratchet's creator instincts immediately took over him as he patted her on the shoulder, "Shh," he reassured her, "Daddy is here now, and whoever upset his little femme is going to wish they hadn't!"
Meanwhile, Marrisa Fairborne motioned to Wheeljack to put her on the ground and to get his audio plugs out; as soon as he done so, he asked with excitement, "What are you?! Are you human?!"
She sighed wearily as she replied, "I was born human, but I won't be for much longer." She turned her attention to Chromia and Ironhide who by this time, were making out as teenagers. "Chromia!" she shouted out, "Get yourself together, if I can't have my mate…neither can you!"
Chromia broke the kiss reluctantly and pulled the plugs out of her mate's audios, he heard her grumbling, "Slagging Heritage! I forgot how much of a fragging pain it can be when it came to…"
"Heritage?" interrupted Ironhide as he gently placed her feet on the ground, "What in the pit are you talking about, Chromia? Prime went thru that eons ago!" He frowned at her, "And why can't I slagging sense you thru our bond if we're this fragging close?!"
"Not Optimus, Hidey," she replied and then bluntly answered is other question, "We're from the future, that's why you can't sense me."
With those words, the mechs stared at them in shock, finally they bellowed out, "WHAT?!"
Silverstar snorted in aggravation as she and Stigma sat cross legged on the ground, "Way to go, Chromia…you really should have been a diplomat!"
She scowled at her and was about to respond to that comment, when Marrisa Fairborne warned her as she too sat down, "Chromia…stop it! We don't have the time, pun not intended!"
Releasing here grip on Ratchet, Gadget agreed as she sat down beside Stigma, "Tell them from the beginning Chromia…the very beginning…during the year 2005! They need to know anyway in order to save Prowl!"
"Save Prowl?" repeated Ratchet as optics narrowed in curiosity and suspicion.
Sighing sadly, she gestured for the mechs to sit down with them as she stared to explain, "As Gadget already told you…it began in 2005…on a simple shuttle run…"
As she told them, with Gadget adding in the message that her father's future self left her as well as what she saw on the video. The mechs' optics widen in disbelief, sadness, fury, and finally…acceptance. They were silent for a moment, when Chromia finished telling them of Autobot City's destruction, finally, Ironhide mournfully asked, "So…we went to our deaths willing?"
"Yes," his mate muttered sadly, "to save the time line and Prowl. I wish there was another way…but, there isn't Hidey! No matter, what our dear, old friend thinks!"
"That femme you were chasing is an old friend?!" Ironhide exclaimed.
"And why do you fragging need Prowl alive in the future?!" added Ratchet.
"And what is up with this femme?!" added Wheeljack as he jabbed his thumb at Marrisa Fairborne.
The femmes looked at one another, finally Silverstar closed her optics momentarily and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration as she suggested, "Chromia, you take the first question. I'll take the second one since you can't answer it without cursing up a storm…"
She grunted in agreement as her optics narrowed furiously, "Pit spawn…aft head," she cursed under her breath.
"And Gadget," continued Silverstar as she opened her optics and stared at the medic in question, "You get to explain about our femme leader."
"FEMME LEADER?!" the mechs once again bellowed.
"Yes," Chromia growled out with her thoughts still on a certain ex-SIC; taking a deep calming breath, she once again began the explanations.
Four hours later…
The mechs were once again in shock, finally Ironhide shouted out to his mate, "What is that aft head, glitch thinking?!
"Elita or Magnus?" Chromia drawled out in aggravation.
"Both!" he yelled as he stood up and began to pace around them.
"Well, I am fairly certain that Elita is going to try to get her hands on your Prime since she failed to keep our Prime in her insane claws," said Chromia as she stood up and stretched her servos.
Everyone groaned out loud in despair at her theory, finally Marrisa growled out, "Stigma...go find that fragging opening that Prowl talked about! We can stay in tunnels while we're here!"
Stigma easily stood up, and said, "Affirmative, femme leader!"
"Tunnels?" asked Ratchet as he slowly drew out his scanner, and quickly scanned the cyborg.
"Yes," she snarled out, "Get that fragging scanner away from me!"
"Matrix energy," muttered Wheeljack in awe as he looked over Ratchet's shoulder at the readings, "Never thought I would see it in a human!"
"Away from me," she shouted out to them, "Mate…need my mate…destroy former alpha femme! Need my mate!"
Gadget groaned out in aggravation as she stood up and took a syringe from subspace, "Slagging Heritage!" she bellowed as she gave her the sedative, "You could have warned me in your notes about it making her feral!"
"It never has gone this fragging long before," grumbled out Ratchet as he studied the readings with Wheeljack, "From what I've studied on the Prime Heritage at Delta City, by this time the femme would be bonded and sparked up!"
"Well, apparently she's not!" she sarcastically exclaimed.
"I can see that, Gadget!" he shouted back as he looked up at her, "And don't you use that tone of voice on me, young femme!"
"Hey, Ratchet!" shouted Wheeljack in enthusiasm as he pointed at one reading, "Look at this!"
"What?!" he yelled as he looked down at the scanner, "Aw…Primus, no!"
"What's wrong?" asked Chromia in concern as Gadget swiped the scanner from her sire.
"Aw, fragging no!" Gadget exclaimed as she studied the reading, "Primus, hates me! He really does!"
"Good thing you injected her with a sedative," commented Wheeljack thoughtfully, "This looks like its going to be painful for her."
"It won't last long," moaned out Gadget as she wished she had something to bang her head on, "her system is too fragged up!"
"WOULD ONE OF YOU FRAGGERS, PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT'S SLAGGING WRONG WITH HER?!" Chromia and Ironhide bellowed together.
"Swoop's estimation was off," growled out Gadget as she pinched her nose bridge in aggravation as Wheeljack stood up and swiped the scanner from her.
"Her mass is increasing," growled out Ratchet as he took his tool kit from subspace and frantically went thru it.
"And she's starting to develop transformation cogs," continued Wheeljack with excitement as he studied the scanner.
"Which means she is going to be a fully Cybertrion, soon!" finished Gadget as she gazed hopefully at her sire, "Do you?"
"NO!" he shouted as he slammed his tool kit shut in frustration, "Jack and I are going to have to go back to the Ark and sneak out the supplies we need!"
"Why can't we just take her to the Ark, Ratch…ow!" Wheeljack exclaimed as he rubbed his helm from the two hits he received via wrench.
"The time line…remember Jack?!" yelled Ratchet as he stood up and picked up his throwing wrench.
"Oh," he muttered.
"Yes, oh!" shouted Gadget with sarcasm as she picked up her wrench
Suddenly, they heard a cough behind them…the result was Ironhide jumping in the air as he yelled out, "Aaggh!"
Behind them stood Stigma as she stared at them in amusement, "Statement: Found natural entrance. Query: Do we proceed to location?"
Ironhide scowled at her as he spat out, "You know…you look and sound a lot like that slagger Soundwave!"
As Stigma growled out furiously, Chromia chuckled out in dark amusement, "She is his little sister, Hidey…and much to his displeasure, she is on our side!"
"WHAT?!" bellowed the mechs again.
Near sunset…the Ark…Ratchet's med bay…
Ratchet snarled as he finally found the portable, high velocity scanner at the bottom of supply closet, "Figures this would be at the bottom!"
He heard a familiar voice behind him, "You missed the meeting, Ratchet. Is everything all right?"
Turning around, he stared into the face of Optimus Prime, "Yes," he replied calmly as he could, "But, Wheeljack has discovered a…interesting site for our future planned city. It made us miss the meeting completely."
"Really?" he asked with interest, "Perhaps, we should go out…"
"No!" he quickly exclaimed and then more calmly, "Wheeljack and I need to run some tests to make certain its what we need, Ironhide is helping us…we should have our results in a few Earth cycles."
Optimus Prime stared at the medic for a moment, he knew that Ratchet was lying to him and was about to press the medic further on the subject; when the Matrix sent him a pulse of energy thru his system…he heard it whisper in the many voices that composed it, "Drop the subject, Optimus Prime. You don't need to know what he is doing…yet."
Sighing in regret, he ordered, "Show me the site as soon as you've completed you're…'tests' Ratchet."
Giving him a strained smile, he said, "Yes, sir."
Meanwhile in Wheeljack's lab…
"Flashlights, spare communicators, energon rope," muttered Wheeljack as he threw the equipment into his tool box, he was so busy…he didn't notice a certain Dinobot's presence until it was too late.
"Me Grimlock ask what You Wheeljack doing?"
"Mmm, oh!" he muttered distractedly, "Grimlock, you gave me a shock to the old spark!'
Grimlock's optics narrowed in suspicion as he asked again, "What You Wheeljack doing? Not making another Dinobot are you?"
"No!" he protested, "I found a possible site for Autobot City; Ratchet, Ironhide, and I are going to run some tests to make certain that its safe for both bots as well as humans!" He returned to his packing, "Are you excited about going with Prowl tomorrow?"
Grimlock made a disgusted face behind his creator's back, "Me Grimlock say not really, and Me Grimlock really don't want to go to Cybertron again."
"Oh, come on, Grimlock!" he said with force cheer and was thankful that his back was to his creation, so he wouldn't see the distress that was beginning to grow in his optics, "Ultra Magnus isn't all that bad!"
An hour later…below what will be Autobot City…in the underground caverns…
"I still can't believe what you're telling me about Ultra Magnus, sure he can be a bit of a stickler for the rules," Ironhide told his mate as they watched Wheeljack and the medics scurrying around Marrisa Fairborne.
Chromia snorted in disgust, "Hidey…you should have seen Red Alert's long list of Ultra Magnus offenses as SIC, it reached the Ark's ceiling!"
"Plus Prowl," added Gadget as put the IV into Marrisa Fairborne's arm, "came to me with a processor ache after Grimlock and Red Alert gave him the highlights!"
"If I remember correctly," agonizingly whispered their patient, "he said he would deal with the punishment personally."
The three mechs looked at each other in anxiety, "That's not good," muttered Wheeljack as he tucked a blanket around Marrisa Fairborne, "Prowl usually just gives you a dressing down and a data pad with your punishment written on it…if he says he is going to do the punishment personally…" he shook his head in denial, "then he is extremely angry."
"Oh, he is beyond angry," commented Silverstar as she came up to them, "If you want, I've got Grimlock's short list on me…you can take it back with you to read over, just give it back when your done; no reason to pollute the time line with anyone else knowing about the future!"
The mechs glanced at each other, finally Ironhide told her, "We'll take you up on that…it can't be that slagging bad!"
Silverstar rolled her optics in annoyance, and brought out of subspace Grimlock's short list, "Here!" she exclaimed as she shoved the fifty data pads into Ironhide's arms.
"What the slag is this?!" he yelled as stumbled trying to keep hold of the cumbersome pads.
"Grimlock's short list," she answered and then turned her attention to Chromia; "Stigma is setting up some preliminary alarms around the opening's perimeter."
"Good," said Chromia and was about to say more when Ratchet interrupted her.
"Grimlock did that!" he exclaimed in shock, "Usually a short list from him would be one data pad!"
"As I stated earlier," she repeated harshly, "you should have seen Red Alert's long list!"
Later…near midnight…Ratchet's office…
Prowl was just entering the med bay, data pad in hand, when he heard a distressing moan coming from Ratchet's office. Raising a brow in curiosity, he entered the office and stopped in surprised at the sight. Ratchet's desk was cluttered with three piles of data pads, and in front of each pile were Ratchet, Ironhide, and Wheeljack. Hesitantly he asked, "What is going on?"
Wheeljack's fins flashed a bright red as he replied, "A short list of...ow!" He glared at Ratchet in fury as he rubbed his leg.
"Of what?" he asked in concern.
"Nothing you need to know about yet, Prowl," replied Ratchet as calmly as he could even though his optics had an enraged look within them, "What have you came in for Prowl? Usually I would have to drag your aft in here!"
"Just to drop you a briefing about the meeting earlier today, but since Ironhide and Wheeljack are in here as well…" he answered as brought out of subspace two more data pads and handed them out to the mechs in the room.
As they muttered their thanks, and stored them away for later, Ratchet asked, "Are you still sending Blaster to Delta City?"
"Yes," he responded as he frowned at the three of them in concern.
"Could you please have Blaster go to what's left of the medical library," he asked as pleasantly as he could, "And tell him to find the copies of the medical journals that talks about the Prime Heritage and transmit them to me as soon as possible?"
"If my memory banks are right, Prime has already gone thru…"
"This is for me, Prowl!" he quickly interrupted, "I want to write up my experience with it for medical posterity, and I need to use what has been written as reference."
"I thought you had al…" Wheeljack started to say, "Ow! That hurt!"
Ratchet looked at Prowl serenely and acting like he had not just kicked Wheeljack in the leg…again; the SIC raised a brow in surprise, finally he responded, "Very well, I'll have Blaster send it as soon as his mission for me in Delta City is over with. Is there anything else? Any messages you want me to pass on to Chromia, Ironhide?"
It took all of Ironhide's will power to respond calmly, "Tell her I'll see her soon, and you can tell Ultra Magnus that…" He stopped as he felt Ratchet kicked him hard in the leg.
As he glared at the medic furiously, Prowl asked, "Tell him what?"
Ironhide turned his attention back to Prowl as he unconsciously traced the handle of his sidearm, "How much I 'miss' my old friend."
Prowl stared at him for moment, finally he asked sarcastically, "Why do I get the feeling you're not talking about missing his friendship?"
Ironhide didn't answer, but continued to trace the handle of his gun; Prowl sighed in exasperation, "Anything else?"
"Lock the Med Bay door on your way out," growled out Ratchet as his optics briefly turned white, "I need some privacy with these two slaggers to talk about this," he empathized the word 'this' as he stared down angrily at the data pads.
Prowl frowned even more as he asked, "Are you certain I don't need to see this so-called short list?"
"Do you want to glitch out, wake up with a processor ache, read this slag, and then let you're processor ache turn into a full blown migraine before you leave for Cybertron?" Ratchet asked sarcastically.
Prowl thought for a moment, finally he replied frankly, "No."
"Then you don't need to see it," said Ratchet as he pointed at the door, "Just…just get out Prowl, I assure you that one day you will just 'love' reading this fragging list!"
"Why do I get the feeling I am not going to enjoy what's on it?" muttered Prowl as he walked out of the office.
As soon as he was certain that Prowl had left the Med Bay, Ratchet activated the sound proof system and then growled out, "You can start cursing now, and no one will hear a slagging thing."
Ironhide and Wheeljack both cursed out at the top of their vocalizers, when they were silent for moment, Ratchet asked, "Are you done?"
"Why aren't you cursing out the aft-head with us, Ratchet?!" growled out Ironhide as he twirled one of his guns in his hand.
"Yeah," agreed Wheeljack as his fins flashed a bright red, "I thought you would be beating us in the cursing department by now!"
Ratchet leaned back in his chair as he tapped his fingers contemplatively on the desk, "Because, if that aft-head is fragging up Prime's son as well as throwing out Prowl's filing system…what else is he fragging up?"
They both looked at him for a moment, finally Wheeljack said thoughtfully, "He's right…this just maybe the tip of an energon mine field!"
"Chromia did say that Red Alert's long list reached the Ark's ceiling," Ironhide growled out as he looked up and shuddered, "I almost feel sorry for Prowl trying to read all of it by himself…almost."
Ratchet snorted in agreement as he gathered the pads and put them away in his subspace pocket, "We'll leave a nice message for Aft-Magnus later, right now let's deal with the current slag that has gotten dropped into our lap," he said as he turned to best friend, "Wheeljack, you go and try improve those audio plugs Boomer had made…we need to block out Elita, but we need to hear the other femmes loud and clear."
Wheeljack sighed wearily, "Right…I really didn't want to recharge tonight. And what will you two be up too?"
"Why, we will be talking with a consultant about Blackarachia and what he thinks what her next move we'll be," Ratchet replied grimly.
"And just who will this consultant be?" asked Ironhide sarcastically, "The only mech I know of… besides Prowl…that can think like that is Soundwave!"
"Whoever said it will be a mech?" Ratchet asked him in dourly.
One hour later…G. I. Joe headquarters…Psyche Out's office…
Psyche Out groggily stumbled into his office and cursed as he went to his desk, "Fucking robots…why can't they wait for a decent hour to call instead of waking up us poor inferior humans!" Yawning, he picked up his phone and said, "All right, Mainframe; patch me in."
"You got it, shrink," said Mainframe as he patched him into the incoming call.
Yawing again, he cursed out, "Ratchet…this had better be fucking important to wake me up at 0100! And in case Mainframe hasn't clued you in…I've been busy the last few days dealing with the aftermath of the Joe Team's recent encounter with Mind Bender!"
"Oh, it is," drawled out the Autobot medic, "And I need it under table as you would say."
"Under the table?" he asked in a mixture of curiosity and aggravation, "Not tell our COs'? Are you fucking kidding me?!"
"No," he replied, "But, I'll make it worth your time…I'll give you information that Prime has basically semi-ordered me…pun intended…not to tell you humans about."
Psyche Out narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "What information?"
"Our version of sex," Ratchet told him bluntly.
"What?!" he yelled out as he stared at the phone in disbelief, "It can't be that different from…"
"Oh, yes it can," enticed Ratchet mischievously, "Particularly for any Cybertrionan with part of their name ending with Prime. Are you interested, or do you think your poor feeble brain can't handle it?"
Psyche Out was silent for a moment, finally he agreed, "I have feeling I am going to regret this…what do you want in exchange for this information."
"I am so glad you agreed, but I can't tell you over the phone," explained Ratchet, "But, Stigma can, she should be in your office right about… now."
"Wha…aggh!" he shouted as he looked up and immediately noticed an olive skinned, dark haired, woman in a purple and white ninja suit, "Ratchet…how…"
"She's a Cybertrion ninja," he answered his unfinished question, "And she's using an upgraded holoform, it's more solid than Hound's."
"Terrific," grumbled Psyche Out, "As if ninjas on this planet are bad enough!"
Ratchet ignored his comment and continued as if he had never had spoken, "Read the information on our version of sex first, it will help you with what I need you to do. Don't worry, Stigma will stay right there and not be seen by anyone…even in her vehicle form. Bye, Psyche Out…oh, what I need from you…I need ASAP!"
Psyche Out sighed wearily as he slumped down on his desk and hung up the phone, "I don't suppose I can make coffee first?"
Stigma titled her head, "Query: Coffee?"
The psychologist slapped his forehead in frustration and grumbled, "Great…an alien ninja female who isn't use to humans! This information had better be worth my time!"
Meanwhile back at the Ark…Ratchet's office…
Ironhide shook his head at Ratchet's egotistic smirk, "Cute, Hatchet…really cute! But, did you have to send that spook to where there are more spooks?"
"Would you prefer having her hang around here instead of in that nice, little underground hideaway?" Ratchet asked as got up and went out the door.
Ironhide rolled his optics in irritation, "No," he drawled out as he went to follow the medic.
A few minutes later…the femme's temporary underground base…
Chromia sighed wearily as she tried re-read Prowl's profile on her old friend with the little bit light coming from Wheeljack's emergency lanterns; she was rubbing her optics as she heard a voice behind her, "You need to stop Chromia, before you end up with a processor ache and severe optic strain."
Turning around, she smirked at Ratchet and her mate as they walk toward her with flashlights and energon in their hands; she told them, "I am just trying to figure out Elita's next move…is that your special high grade, Hatchet?"
Rolling his optics in annoyance, he replied crisply, "No, if I knew you were coming…I would have made some especial for you! Now, put that pad down and go spend some time with this slagger!"
She looked over at Ironhide in longing; finally she agreed as she put her data pad in subspace, "I could use a break…care step outside with me, lover? You did tell me star gazing on Earth is different from what we can observe from Cybertron."
Ironhide gazed lovingly at her, "All that time you've spent on Earth in the future, why haven't you done it yet?"
She smiled sadly, "I couldn't…not without you."
"Aw, Chrommie…" he cooed out as he swung his arm around her and led her outside, "C'mon and I've 'borrowed' some of the twins' high grade for tonight; not as good as the Hatchet's, but it will do!"
Ratchet rolled his optics once again as he muttered irritably, "Slaggers." He went further into the natural made tunnels; finally he reached the mini medical set up that he, Gadget, and Wheeljack had quickly constructed earlier. He found his daughter re-charging against the wall, and her patient was looking less human and more like one of Blaster's mini charges.
She woke when she heard his approach, "Ratchet," she weakly called out.
"And how are you doing femme leader?" he asked as he checked the IV energon fluid and the monitor.
"My mate," she muttered out feverishly, "Where my mate? Need my mate…"
"Still feral I see," he muttered thoughtfully, "And we're going to have to give you a new bag of medical energon soon."
"Wonderful," grumbled his daughter as she came out of recharge and stretched her arms into the air, "Is mech-girl going to send Blaster to Delta City?"
"Yes," he drawled out as he looked at her in curiosity, "And why in Primus's name do you call Prowl…mech-girl?"
"Oh," she said absentmindedly as she gestured for the energon within his hand, "I forgot to tell you the temporary shell we used on Prowl while we built his new body."
"And?" he prompted as he handed it to her.
She paused for a moment as she took a quick sip of the liquid, and then responded sadly, "It was mother… I had to use her shell."
"I see," he softly whispered, "How did she…"
She choked up as she remembered how she found her mother, "Committed suicide a cycle after you died, father."
Ratchet closed his optics in grief, as he muttered, "I had hope that if I was killed she would be strong enough to survive on her own…" He stopped as he opened his optics, as he sadly gazed down at his little girl, "I am sorry, you had to go thru it…my little one."
Gadget smiled at him sorrowfully as she told him, "It's all right…I survived." They were silent for a moment, finally she asked, "Since Silverstar is still on guard duty, do you want to see the diagrams I have for Prowl's new body?"
He raised a brow in curiosity and questioned her, "Why do you not want Silverstar to see your diagrams?"
She gave him a familiar cheeky look as she brought her diagrams out of subspace, "Oh, I'm trying to match them together and I really want to surprise the little glitch on his new appearance."
Ratchet rolled his optics in a mixture irritation and parental pride, "You are so much like your mother," he told her as he took the plans from her hand.
"Thank you," she purred out in pleasure and then frowned in annoyance, "You're the only one besides Chromia to say that, everyone else for some reason thinks I take after you!"
He grunted as he brought his flashlight closer in order to study the data pad, "Bunch of slaggers, with the exception that we both have the same profession…you are nothing like me!"
"Tell me about it!" she growled out in frustration.
Meanwhile back in Organ…outside…near the river…
As they sipped their high grade, Chromia was leaning against Ironhide and traced a transforming seem on his chest, "I've missed you, Hidey…so much…" she muttered seductively.
He raised a brow at her as he purred into her audio, "Do you want me femme?"
"Yes," she muttered as she tilted her head to allow him more access, "But, we can't bond…Hidey, my past self would know in an astro-second!"
He grumbled as he took the energon from her hands and placed the cubes on the ground; turning her around he nipped her lip as he said, "Then, we won't bond…just have a little bit of fun."
"Fun," she purred out as she nuzzled him and nipped his neck, "I haven't had any fun in such a long time."
"Then," he growled out as pinched a wire underneath her hip plate, "you know what you need to do, if we're going to have some fun…Chromia."
"Hidey," she pleaded as she rain kisses all over his face plate, "please!"
"Chromia," he sternly told her, "You know what I want…I haven't felt that pouty mouth of yours around my spike in such a long time."
Sighing, she got down on her knees and nuzzled his spike plate, "I should have told our new femme leader," she muttered as she nipped his spike plate, "that alpha mechs and femmes get off on submissive behavior in our society."
"And bonding," he growled out as he released his spike in front of her mouth, "Don't forget bonding."
"Mmm, yes," she muttered as she took an experimental lick of his spike and smiled when she heard him moan in pleasure, "And from what I have seen… Rodimus Prime is not going to be a submissive mech like his father in the berth."
"Less talking, more sucking," he growled out as he grabbed her head and forced her to take his spike. He groaned as she took his entire spike into her mouth, "Yes," he hissed in pleasure as his optics went white, "Take all of it, my mate..."
After a while, he pulled her out and commanded, "Lie back, and don't move."
She shuddered in pleasure at his tone and did what he told her to do; he knelt down before her and spread her legs, then he thursted two fingers into her front port, she cried out, "Ironhide!"
"Pit," he grumbled, "You're going to be tight…I guess… I'll just have to warm you up some." He put his face near her front port and gave an experimental lick, she whimpered and he growled out, "I should have just snuck you back to the Ark and tied you to my berth, my mate! You won't stop moving!"
"Please," she pleaded to him, "Take me…it's been too long."
He growled out as he leaned over her, "You've asked for it…I was just trying to make it easier, but since you asked…" He thursted into her port, and hissed out as she screamed out in pleasure, "So, fragging tight!" He continued thrusting into her and soon they both overloaded as the energy within them was released.
He slumped over her for a minute; finally he flipped her over and nipped her shoulder plate, "Again?" he asked.
"Yes," she groaned out as she arched into him.
"Good," he purred out as he reached for one cube of leftover high grade, "Hold still, no sense in wasting perfectly good high grade."
As she felt him pouring the high grade onto her back and aft, she moaned out, "You're not going to…"
"Oh, yes," he purred out, "If your front port was tight, your rear port is going to be even tighter! So, hold still and enjoy the glossily massage that I am going to give you!"
Whimpering in need as she felt him start licking the energon off her back, "I hope Roddy and Marrisa are going to be as happy as we were."
"Are," he muttered as he eyed the energon running down into her rear port, "For me anyway in this time… even though we are so far apart."
A few hours later…G.I. Joe Headquarters…Psyche Out's office…
"Definitely worth my time," he muttered as he pondered on what he just read; he looked at the time and sighed regretfully. "I've got to go to Beach Head," he told her as he handed her the first data pad that she had given him, "Can you wait until I get back?"
"Statement: Affirmative," she told him, "Suggestion: Bring nourishment here, we do not have much time in stopping her."
"Her?" he asked weakly, "Why do I get the feeling I am not going like what Ratchet wants me to do?"
She looked at him in sympathy as she disappeared from sight.
Meanwhile…back at the femme's temporary base…
Ironhide and Chromia both had pleased looks on their faces as they walked to the mini-medical site, "I really needed that Hidey…the last couple of cycles have been rough!" exclaimed as she traced a seem on his arm as they walked.
He shuddered in pleasure, as he purred out, "I am always up to servicing you Chromia…pity we couldn't do a bit of bonding with the interfacing. I would like to spark you up before you went back."
"I know," she muttered in disappointment, "but my past self here would immediately know about it…no matter the distance."
He grunted in agreement, and was about to say something else when they both stopped in shock at the sight before them. Gadget was smugly changing the IV energon bag that was connected to her restless patient and Ratchet was on the ground laughing hysterically.
Chromia sighed wearily, "Do I dare ask what is so slagging funny, Hatchet?"
Ratchet choked out, "M-my daughter is a genius! P-prowl…" he resumed laughing as he struggled to hand the data pad to Chromia.
Ironhide and Chromia quickly glanced at each other as she took the data pad; as her mate looked over her shoulder they quickly went thru it; after a moment of silence, Ironhide asked, "All right, would one of you two slaggers translate this mumbo jumbo to me?"
"What he said," agreed Chromia as she handed the data pad to Gadget who took it from her cheerfully.
As she put it back in subspace, Gadget answered, "As you know, Chromia, I am trying to get Silverstar and Prowl together…"
Ironhide raised a brow in surprise, "You are? I hope you have better luck than your mother, she's been trying for eons to get that stick in the mud fragger to bond with someone!"
Gadget glared at him crossly for a moment as she continued, "I know…you…aagh! Anyway, I decided that in order to get them together; Silverstar is going to need some encouragement to go after our over logical SIC."
"Gadget," drawled out Chromia in a mixture of amusement as well as apprehension, "What did you do?"
Before she could answer; her sire told them as he got off the ground and chuckled out, "She made his new shell into every femme and sub-mech's lubricant dream!"
Ironhide and Chromia stared at them in shock for a moment, and then they fell down on the ground laughing, "Oh, Primus!" exclaimed Ironhide with tears running down his optics, "I wish I can see his face when he wakes up and sees himself in his new body!"
"G-gadget," choked out Chromia, "Y-you do realize that he is going to be absolutely furious with you!"
Gadget's face fell as she realized Chromia was right, "Slag," she groaned out, "how am I going to get out of his long lecture and punishment?"
Ratchet sniggered as he threw an arm around his daughter and drew her into a hug, "Don't worry, your sire is here! If I know that slagger…he will probably come back in time with Rodimus Prime in order to help us stop Blackarachia for good! When he does, we should have a decent enough plan to get you out of trouble with him."
As she looked at her father hopefully, Chromia's comm. unit called out, "Silverstar to Chromia, are ready to take over for me?"
"Speaking of one of your victims, Gadget," she chortled out as she tried to get her laughter under control, "Chromia here, I am on my way…out!" Still chuckling she went toward the entrance, "I'll catch ya later, lover!"
"Not if I don't catch you first!" he called out after her and then turned his attention to Ratchet, "We better go Hatchet, before we're missed…plus we've got to say goodbye to the Dinos and the new femme magnet!"
"He's not a femme magnet, yet," snapped both Ratchet and Gadget; as Ironhide raised his hands in surrender, Ratchet kissed his daughter's forehead, "My brilliant, little femme…I'll be right back!"
As they went on their way, Gadget sighed wearily as she looked down at her patient and quickly read on the scanner… the Matrix energy was coming off of her…big time; she narrowed her optics in bewilderment, "When are you going to finish changing her, you ancient scarp-heap?!" she growled out as she continued to study the various readings.
Two hours later…Autobot Air Field…
Prowl frowned suspiciously as he watched Ratchet and Prowl encourage the Dinobots to get on Omega Supreme; something was going on with them as well as Wheeljack. But, he didn't know what...plus there was the fact every time the looked his way this morning, they sniggered in amusement.
"Prime, do I have something on my shell?" he asked effectively stopping the current subject they were talking about.
"No," he responded in amusement, "Why Prowl?"
"The way Ratchet and Ironhide have been observing me this morning; I was afraid that Sideswipe had painted my shell pink again," explained as he twitched his wings in irritation.
By this time, Ratchet and Ironhide were standing side by side watching Prime and Prowl…both of them were chuckling as well as whispering to one another.
"They do seem to be amused by something you did Prowl," Optimus drawled out as he stared at his weapons specialist and CMO.
"Perhaps," he muttered, "I just don't understand it, they looked like last night that they were going to rip some mech's head off…possible Ultra Magnus; now, they are acting like younglings on their first assignment!"
Optimus laughed quietly as he told him, "Let it go, Prowl…I am sure they will tell you what's going on sooner or later."
"Hmm," he muttered as he boarded the shuttle, "Stay out of trouble, Prime!"
"Safe journey, old friend!" he called back.
As soon as Omega Supreme left the atmosphere, Optimus Prime turned toward his two senior officers, "Okay, you two…are you going to let me in on the joke you have just played on Prowl?"
Ratchet chortled as he replied, "We haven't played any joke on the slagger…"
"And it won't be us who does it!" drawled out Ironhide in amusement, "Tell me, Optimus…will you become disappointed when the title of femme magnet is taken off your shoulders?"
Optimus snorted in amusement, "From what Kup has transmitted to me, my son is a handsome youngling…but he is not ready yet to take that title off my shoulders!"
"Oh, but he is..." purred out a familiar feminine voice behind them, "He looks so much like you, beloved! But, he had to choose that organic bone!"
"What?" asked Optimus as turned around and came face to face with a recognizable looking femme.
Ironhide and Ratchet though had a different reaction, they immediately put their audio plugs in and Ratchet called out over his spare comm. unit, "Ratchet to Silverstar, Stigma, Gadget, and Chromia…Elita is here, we need some slagging back-up!"
"Elita," muttered Optimus in wonder, "It's you? You look…different." As he was coming under her spell, Ironhide raced to him in order to place audio plugs in his receivers.
"Prime, get away from her!" he warned him, "Aaggh!" He was thrown into the air by his own leader, "Slaaaag!"
"Good work, my beloved," she purred out as she stoked his face, she then turned her attention to Ratchet.
"Optimus," he growled out as he slowly approached them, "Fight her…she not the same femme you're in love…" he gulped as his leader brought his gun out and aimed it straight at his chest, "with."
Blackarachia chuckled mercilessly, "Kill him," she ordered, "I know somehow he was behind in keeping Prowl alive…yes, he was!"
As he stared at them with fearful optics, suddenly a futuristic Harley and Corvette raced toward them…the vehicles transformed into Chromia and Silverstar. As Silverstar rushed Ratchet, and dove with him into the ground as the shot was fired. Chromia kicked her old friend away from Optimus Prime. "This ends now, Blackarachia!"
"Indeed it does, old friend," she hissed out and charged her.
While they were fighting, Optimus Prime prepared to take another shot at Ratchet when Ironhide tackled him, "Sorry, Prime," he muttered as he punched him in the face.
Meanwhile…G.I. Joe Headquarters…Beach Head's obstacle course…
The sunrise beating down on the weary Joes as they completed the obstacle course; as they we're cooling off, Shipwreck asked, "I heard a certain robotic medic called early this morning; shrink. What did he want?"
Knowing that everyone was trying snoop in on this interesting conversation due to the sudden silence, Psyche Out warily replied, "I can't tell you Shipwreck, I….hey!"
Everyone jumped as an olive skinned, dark haired woman in a purple and white ninja suit appeared before the psychologist, "Statement: Need analysis now! No more time!"
Psyche Out took several calming breaths as he asked, "I take it that whatever problem that Ratchet has… is escalating?"
"Affirmative," she stated as she gestured for him to hurry, "Statement: No more time! She has taken…" She frowned as she looked over at the strangers around her; finally she came up with two appropriate words for what was happening in Oregon, "her obsession."
"That doesn't sound good," drawled out Hawk as he came over to them, "Who is your friend, Psyche Out?"
He sighed in frustration as his thoughts were racing, "Joes meet Stigma, your friendly neighborhood Autobot ninja and what you are seeing is her holoform. Stigma meet the Joes…what do you mean her obsession?!"
Reluctantly, she handed him Prowl's report…she was going to give it to him verbally, but current circumstances prevented her from doing so. He swiped the data pad from her, looked at the date it was first written and shouted out, "June 15, 2015! What the…" Suddenly, he remembered Ratchet's comment about her advance holoform, "You're from the future!"
She winced in apprehension as she stated, "Affirmative."
All the Joes groaned out misery, having experienced time travel problems before, "Right, Psyche Out as of now I am pulling you off duty until this…mess is gone!" ordered Hawk as he came up to them, "There is no way I am letting any more Joes get pulled into this, we got enough problems in dealing with Cobra without having to deal with future enemies of the Autobots!" He turned his attention to Stigma, "Do any more current Autobots, besides Ratchet, know about you?"
"Affirmative," she reluctantly replied, "Autobot Wheeljack and Autobot Ironhide. Suggestion: No more."
Hawk snorted in agreement as he ordered, "In other words, everyone keep your mouths shut about this…particular around any Autobot or Decepticon!"
While this was going on, Psyche Out was quickly going over the data pad, "Oh, boy. This isn't good…she's both a sociopath and psychopath from what I can tell so far," he dreadfully muttered as he looked up at her, "Don't you have any type of Cybertrion psychologist in this time?"
She shrugged in reply, "Statement: Cybertrions never had psychologists…past, present, or future. Closest profession would be tactical strategist."
"Terrific," grumbled Psyche Out and then looked at Hawk as he pleaded, "Can you please have someone in tactical help me out here?!"
Stigma immediately protested, "Statement: Not Alison R. Hart Burnett also known as Lady Jane; too close to what will happen in 2015."
Hawk sighed wearily and was about to give an order when Stigma uncharacteristically called out, "CHORMIA, NO!"
"What the hell?!" the Joes shouted as one as the holoform shimmered out of existence, and a futuristic, white and purple Ford vehicle jumped out of the tree line and transformed into a female Autobot.
As Stigma typed frantically on her arm, Shipwreck muttered to Dusty, "Hey! Doesn't she look a bit like that Decepticon…"
She growled out to him, "Statement: Don't mention that slagger's name to me…particular, now!" Suddenly a holographic picture appeared from her arm to the ground, it showed apparently to the Joes…two femmes fighting one another. She pointed to a fearsome black and orange femme, "Statement: Behold the insane femme known as Blackarachia…formerly known as Elita-One, Optimus Prime's consort and leader of the Autobot femmes."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," grumbled Hawk, "I really didn't need to know…it's not our problem…"
Psyche Out interrupted him as finished his going over the data pad, "It is now, sir. I need to go over this more thoroughly," he waved the data pad in the air, "but if I am right she's a threat to the entire human race and the Autobots can't stop her at the moment!"
"Why not?!" growled out Hawk as he watched the fight.
Stigma answered for the psychologist, "Statement: From earlier statement, no more! No more Autobots from this time. Statement: Only five of us came into the past with Blackarachia. One is our femme leader, however she is desperately ill. Statement: Blackarachia has power to take over any male's mind, though the risk is less for homosexual males from becoming under her control."
Everyone groaned in misery as Hawk closed his eyes and pinched his nose bridge in aggravation, "I hate mind control and time travel," he grumbled, "Either one always gives me a fucking head…"
"Sir, look!" exclaimed Beach Head "That blue one is going down if she doesn't…"
Hawk looked at the grisly scene as the femme known as Blackarachia slashed the blue femme across the throat and grabbed her by her jaw.
"Duck," muttered Beach Head stoically as he closed his eyes in despair.
"Chromia," muttered Stigma mournfully as a tear slid down her face, "Autobot SIC Prowl stated to you to be careful!"
Back at the battle…
"You loose, old friend!" hissed out Blackarachia as she brought Chromia's face close to hers and then threw her on the ground.
Chromia spit out a bit of energon as she hoarsely whispered, "I may have lost, but the race isn't over yet!" As she felt herself slowly drifting away, she felt another presence enter her and said with her vocalizer, "The power and wisdom from those long before will lead them to victory, he will light our darkest hour and she will join him in their one destiny. Truth has its moment, and right always wins…prepare for the fight Blackarachia… with our help…Primal will win!"
"What?" she hissed out in disgust, "Ugh, useless nonsense! Beloved, let us go!"
Optimus Prime whom was busy fighting Ironhide, Ratchet, and Silverstar stopped immediately as he went toward her, "Yes, my Queen."
"Don't call me that, beloved," she told him as they flew away.
"Chromia," Ironhide screamed out as they raced toward the fallen femme.
Back at G.I. Joe Headquarters…
Stigma sighed sadly as she turned the sound on, she knew what she had been doing for the past half a click was foolish; but she didn't care. She needed to hear and see her mother figure during the battle; as well as her dying moment… which was apparently now.
As the Joes gathered around her, they heard her finally words…the same words she told Blackarachia, "The power and wisdom from those long before will lead them to victory, he will light our darkest hour and she will join him in their one destiny. Truth has its moment, and right always wins…prepare for the fight Blackarachia… with our help …Primal will win!"
Stigma gasped out in surprise as she disclosed, "Statement: Chromia just gave a dying prophecy!"
Hawk slapped his face in aggravation as he muttered, "I should have stayed in bed today." Letting out a deep sigh, he looked up at her, "I don't suppose that you brought anything from the future or have any futuristic ideas that can knock out both the Autobots and the Decepticons until we can stop her?!"
Stigma tilted her head in thought, finally she confirmed, "Statement: Yes."
Back in Oregon…Autobot Air Field…
"Chromia," whispered Ironhide wretchedly as he clutched her ashen shell; he knew that she wasn't dead in this time…but he could still feel the pain lancing his spark as he cradle her dead body.
As Ratchet clutched his shoulder, and Silverstar cried out in grief…a voice came over her comm. unit, "General Hawk to Silverstar, come in! I know you're grieving young lady, but you need to get your act together! We can't afford that insane bitch from taking over both the Autobot and Decepticon armies!"
Ratchet swiped her comm. unit, "Ratchet, here...General. May I ask how and why did Stigma blew her slagging cover?!"
"That doesn't matter right now!" he yelled back, "What matters is that female your fighting will take over both Autobots and Decepticons with her mind control powers! Now, are you going to listen to me since nearly all of you're leaders are dead, incapacitated, or not there…or are you going to be a stubborn ass about taking orders from an old human?!"
Ratchet was silent for moment, finally he asked, "What do you want us to do, sir?"
Four hours later…the Ark…the Command Center…
Red Alert yawned, "Need to stay awake…mustn't let…" he slumped over Teletran 1 in a deep and endless recharge. And soon, every Autobot within the Ark was snoozing away with him.
Wheeljack, in a gas mask came into the command center and pulled out his comm. unit, "That's it…you can bring them up Ratchet!"
At the same time at the Decepticon Base…
Thundercracker yawned as he slumped over the monitor in a deep and endless recharge; soon every Decepticon including Megatron was in the same type of recharge. With one exception, who came into the base two hours later and stared in horror at the shocking sight.
In the vents and wearing gas masks, Jinx and Stigma smirked at each other in triumph as Jinx pulled out her communicator, "Jinx to Base…mission accomplished! We're on our way home!"
G.I. Joe Headquarters…Gen. Abernathy's office…
"Great," Hawk said over the phone wearily, "Tell them we'll meet them at the Ark." As he hung up, he looked over the team he had assembled, based on the information he had on hand: Scarlet; Cover Girl; Lifeline; Mainframe; Psyche Out; and the temporary transfer from the RAF, Bombshell. Sighing wearily he asked, "Bombshell are you ready to take us?"
"Yes sir," she cheerfully replied, "The Globemaster is loaded and ready for flight!"
"Psyche Out," he growled out, "Are you done reading…thoroughly… this Lt. Caine's report on Blackarachia?"
"Not yet," he replied with a sigh, "It's a bit long winded…what I need to do is to have a long talk with Silverstar about Elita One's state of mind before and right after Optimus Prime's death."
"Couldn't you ask Stigma?" Cover Girl questioned him in curiosity.
"No," he answered as he drowsily rubbed his eyes, "She was too busy helping Chromia thru Ironhide's death at the time."
"Wonderful," grumbled Hawk and looked over at Scarlet, "Stigma gave you a copy of Lt. Caine's report, have you figure out what that bitch is up to yet?"
"Not on this short notice," she regretfully replied, "I can tell you that right now she is probably…" she choked up on the word, "raping Optimus Prime now thru whatever their version of sex is in Cybertrion terms."
"Interfacing," Psyche Out informed them, "Cybertrions have three ways of having sex…she's probably doing the first one. She can't do the second or third one until she finds some means to integrate herself with her past self."
"I hate time travel," Hawk grumbled out again, "And she's not going to integrate herself until she does whatever she is going to do to the human race, correct?"
Psyche Out and Scarlet looked at one another for a moment; finally he agreed with his leader, "Yes sir, but we don't know what that will be yet!"
"We need more time, sir!" pleaded Scarlet as she quickly looked over Lt. Caine's report again.
Hawk was about to make a comment on that remark, when the phone rang, he answered, "Hawk here…put him thru!" He waited a moment, and then he barked out, "We'll be right there…yes, I am coming with them unless that femme leader Stigma told us about is out of her sick bed, the Prime of future is there, or Optimus Prime is out of her control! Unless…you think Ironhide, Silverstar, Wheeljack, or you can step up to the plate at the moment!" Another moment of silence, finally he yelled sarcastically, "That's what I thought! We'll be there in three hours, Hawk out!"
As he hung up, Lifeline tentatively suggested, "Sir, perhaps you will be safer here since…"
Hawk raised an eyebrow in astonishment at him as pulled on his coat, "Remember soldier, we are now under the 'Don't ask, don't tell' policy'…that includes you, Mainframe, and me; understood, solider?"
Lifeline's face turned to shock as he realized what Hawk was telling him, "Yes sir," he said.
"Good! Now, as Optimus Prime would say…let's roll out!" he quoted as he led his Joes out of the office, "Oh…Scarlet and Psyche Out, you two have until we get to the Ark to give me some idea of what she is going to do!"
Both Joes sighed resignedly as they replied, "Yes, sir!"
Meanwhile on an island off the coast of Washington…
Blackarachia purred in pleasure as she climbed on top of Optimus Prime as he lay down on the ground; she nipped and licked her way down to her beloved's spike, "Yes, hold still…"
Deep inside his mind, he was crying out, 'NO! PLEASE…ELITA…DON'T DO THIS!' He heard the Matrix whispering to him…comforting him…apologizing to him because it couldn't draw his spark within its soothing energy; that it was using that energy, to change a human into a Primal!
'Primal?' muttered Prime thoughtfully and then he felt Elita sucking on his spike; 'NO, I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!'
An hour later…near the future site of Autobot City within the underground tunnels…deep in a cavern…
Ironhide looked down sadly on his dead mate, her once blue shell…now a dull grey; he heard a voice behind him, "Statement: She was all I had left."
"Aggah!" he screamed out as tried to keep a hold of his flashlight, he glared into Stigma's face, "Must you do that?! And what do you mean she was all you had left?!"
Stigma slowly walk to him and stared down at Chromia, she mournfully replied, "Statement: My family have been the priests of Primus for generations, keeping the Prophecies of Primus a secret until they had come to pass. Decepticon Soundwave was older than me as I was the last to be sparked by our creators; he was training to take my grand sire's place as high priest."
She took a deep breath as she sat down next to Chromia's shell; Ironhide frowned in concern as he sat down beside her, "What happened?" he prompted her.
With another sigh, she continued, "Statement: Megatron got his hands on Soundwave…twisted his mind and spark until there was nothing left in the brother I once knew. Megatron wanted the prophecy of the Chosen One…he wanted to know what the Chosen One would look like and when he would be sparked. Soundwave didn't know that particular prophecy; only my grand sire knew it."
"I can see where this is going," Ironhide muttered softly, "did he…"
"Statement: He ordered my brother to kill his entire family and every single priest of Primus within the temple!" she interrupted him harshly, "Our creators, our siblings, our cousins, our friends, everyone in an attempt to force my grand sire to revel the Chosen One's prophecy! When he didn't give it to my brother and Megatron…Soundwave shot our grand sire in the face!"
She stopped for a moment to gather her self control, and turned slightly in order to stroke Chromia's face, "Statement: I was not even half way thru my sparkling hood and small for my age, my creator hid me in a nearby vent…she told me that no matter what happened to stay quiet! After the massacre, Chromia and Moonracer found me…it was Chromia who encourage me to come out. It was Chromia who raised me and when I was just out of sparkling hood; she found an off shoot sect of the Priests of Primus…though they too only had one survivor due to the Decepticons.
She paused for a moment, then continued, "Statement: The Master Warrior of Primus was the only survivor of that sect, and I apprenticed under him until he died of old age. Then I rejoined my foster mother and her group of freedom fighters," she scowled underneath her mask and her optics narrowed in fury, "However, I had no respect or love for her leader Elita One…even as I sparkling! Something about her, always made my instincts that I gained from my family and mentor to scream at me to be careful around her! But, I never told Chromia about how I felt about our illustrious femme leader."
"Well," he drawled out as he carefully pulled her into a hug, "I guess that makes us family! And I wished you had said something to Chromia about what you were feeling around Elita, maybe she could have stopped her somehow before Optimus's death."
"Statement: I wish I had as well," she muttered mournfully.
Ironhide sighed sadly as he ordered, "C'mon, we've done enough moping around…Chromia would be kicking our afts if we keep sitting near her and crying like a couple of slaggers!"
She sighed wretchedly as she stood up with Ironhide, "Affirmative; Query: Are explosives set to seal cavern?"
"Yes, set them up myself," he replied as they walked out, "No one will find this place unless I give them exact details on where to find her shell!"