Once again…I own nothing! Be warned this contains/mentions a little bit of rape.
At the end of "Where are we going this time?"…
High above the air…On a C-17 Globemaster II…
Scarlet closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration as she muttered, "Whoever this Lt. Caine is…he writes like Prowl!"
"Tell me about it," grumbled out Psyche Out as he rubbed his face wearily, "Have you figured out her next move, yet?"
"No," she replied as she looked up at him, "Have you?"
"No," he answered as he once again looked at the report, "Wait a minute… 'Marrisa Fairborne is also in the high risk category of being captured or killed by Blackarachia.'"
"Marrisa Fairborne," she muttered in wonder, "Isn't that the name of Flint's eight year old daughter?"
"Yes," he drawled out as he continued to read, "That explains why Stigma didn't want Lady Jane involved since she's dating Flint now, and it's possible she married him in the future."
"Mmm," she muttered thoughtfully as she went back to reading the data pad, "I bet their wedding is going to be…what's this?"
"What's what?" he asked as he looked up at her.
"Lt. Caine," she replied as she went to him and pointed a particular section on the data pad, "left a personal note at the end of his report, 'Please be careful around Rodimus Prime and Marrisa Fairborne: do not flirt, make sexual advances, or anything to make them loose their temper; possibility of the Prime Heritage affecting them, 99.9 percent.' What on Earth is the Prime Heritage?"
Psyche Out stared at the data pad for a second, and then rushed toward the cockpit of the aircraft, he cursed out, "I don't fucking believe this! It can't happen…she's human, not a Cybertrion!"
Everyone stared at in the direction he took in amazement; finally Hawk wearily rolled his eyes and grumbled, "Even in the future…she can't stay out of trouble! What has she gotten into now?!"
Sighing, he took out an aspirin bottle and popped out two pills; as he took them...Cover Girl told him cheerfully, "Look on the bright side, sir! At least C…"
"Don't finish that sentence, soldier!" he barked out as he finished taking the aspirin, "I don't want to tempt fate!"
The Ark…the Command Center…
Stigma growled in annoyance as she tried to hotwire Teletran in accepting her portable comm. channel hologram projector, "Order: G. I. Joe Jinx, press operating button on projector...again."
"You know," she told her as she pressed the button on the machine, "You can just call me Jinx."
Stigma couldn't give her a response due to the fact that wires she was working on sparked up and then they immediately gave a puff of smoke; growling again, she was about to try again, when the comm. channel went off, "Psyche Out to the Ark, respond please!"
Hissing in frustration, she got out from underneath Teletran and answered, "Autobot Femme Stigma here, query: what do you need G. I. Joe Psyche Out?"
"Put me in touch with Ratchet," he drawled out patiently, "please."
A moment later…the Ark's med bay…
Ratchet raised a curious brow at his daughter, as he answered Psyche Out's question, "I don't know…but I do know that the Matrix of Autobot Leadership is currently changing her into a Cybertrion. In fact, she's right here in my…"
The subject in question, suddenly let out a painfully scream as she started to glow a bright blue; both Ratchet and Gadget cursed as she rushed toward their patient, Ratchet called out, "Got to go…Ratchet out!"
Back in the air…in the Globemaster…
Everyone looked up as Psyche Out came back out of the cockpit; Scarlet raised a curious brow at him as she asked, "Well…what is the Prime Heritage and what does it have to do with Flint's daughter?"
Psyche Out, who was still in shock, shook his head in denial as he softly responded, "Let me give you a short version of Cybertrion sex and why I am…surprise that's its happening to Marrisa Fairborne."
Forty Minutes later…
Everyone stared at Psyche Out in shock, though Scarlet did have a thoughtful look on her face; finally Hawk groaned out, "I was right…damm it! I hate time travel! And how in hell does she get into these types of situations?! What was that scream you heard?"
Psyche Out shrugged as he responded, "If I had to guess…I would say it was Flint's daughter and whatever that ancient Cybertron artifact is doing to her."
Silence reigned over them; finally as Hawk groaned out in misery, Scarlet thoughtfully asked, "Psyche Out, you said that a Prime will choose no other mate when going thru or after the Prime Heritage, correct?"
"Yes," he drawled out as he closed his eyes and pinched his nose bridge in frustration, "What does that have to…" He stopped and looked up at her, "You don't think…"
Scarlet frowned severely as her face screwed up in contemplation, "Maybe…sir, if you'll excuse us," she said as she gestured to Psyche Out to follow her back to their previous positions in the rear of the plane.
As they watched them go, Mainframe commented as he popped his bubble gum back into his mouth, "Looks like they got an idea on what she maybe up too."
"Indeed," grumbled Hawk as he watched the two of them bending over a data pad, "And the way our luck is running…it's not going to be good!"
Back in the Ark's Med Bay…
Gadget smirked in glee as she helped the new Cybertrion onto her feet; while her father ran the scanner of her body, finally he pronounced, "You're age according to the scanner is that your in the final stage of youngling hood."
"Let me see," squealed his daughter as she used one hand to swipe the scanner from him, "Mmm…interesting."
"What's interesting?" hoarsely whispered the new femme.
"You're the same age and size as Rodimus was when he opened the Matrix to destroy Unicron," she replied absentmindedly and then quickly realized what she said, "Oops." She sheepishly looked up into her father's shock face, "I shouldn't have said that."
"Unicron," he stated too calmly, "Unicron is real."
Both femmes winced and Gadget reluctantly told him, "Yes, he's real…that's how Rodimus became a Prime, by opening the Matrix from inside of Unicron."
Ratchet stared at them for a moment; suddenly they heard a frizzing sound and her father fell to the floor with a loud thump.
Marrisa sighed wearily as she leaned against the berth, "Way to go, Gadget," she commented as Gadget bent down to check on her sire.
A half an hour later…Ark's meeting room…
"UNICRON!" bellowed Wheeljack and Ironhide in astonishment, "HE'S REAL!"
"Yes," Silverstar replied reluctantly as she gave Gadget a disapproving look.
Instead of looking embarrassed, she pointed out with glee, "You're starting to look like Prowl."
Silverstar was about to yell at her in denial, when Ratchet groaned out, "Please…no more shouting! My processor can't take it at the moment! Back to the subject on hand, Unicron is real…Rodimus Prime destroyed him from within, correct?"
"Statement: Correct," Stigma confirmed as she leaned back in the chair.
"Well," drawled out Ironhide mournfully, "At least now we know what part of that prophecy means…the one Chromia spouted out before she…" He stopped as he tried to control his tears, finally he choked out, "Pit! I am getting too old for this!"
Stigma reached out and patted his arm in comfort, "Statement: I miss her too!"
"We're getting off target," commented Wheeljack as he returned to their original topic, "Gadget, you said that she's now the same age and size as Rodimus Prime was when he destroyed Unicron. Did anything else happen to him when he was within him? Anything that can give us a clue on what the Matrix will do next to her?"
The femmes were thoughtful for a moment, finally Silverstar reluctantly told them, "Well…it did physically change him…" And she explained what happened within Unicron…the first battle he had with Galvatron and what the Matrix had done to the former Autobot, known as Hot Rod.
Meanwhile…the Ark's Med Bay…
Jinx stared in awe at the white and gold femme that had blue flames on her chest, arms, and legs; she exclaimed, "I still can't believe you're that same little girl I helped save from Cobra six months ago!"
Marrisa chuckled out in amusement as she sat on the berth and stared at her reflection in the hand held mirror, "I'm afraid I am, Jinx," she muttered softly as she gently touched the cat-like features on her golden helm. She turned around to fully face the ninja that was perched on a nearby shelf; she gave her a smile with her fangs, peaking out, "What do you think of my new look? Do you think my mate will like it?"
She snorted in amusement as she answered, "I got the feeling that he will like it even if you look like a beat up Honda! But, personally…I have to say its any interesting look! The top of your helm reminds me of one of the characters of that kid show that came on last year!"
"Really?" she purred out as she looked back at the mirror, "What show and character?"
"The Power Rangers," Jinx responded, "and the character is the Yellow Ranger. Did you know that they use transforming robots on that show?"
"Wonderful," said Ratchet behind them as he came into the room, "I'll have to make a note to myself to make certain Wheeljack never watches it!"
Both females looked at him, and Marrisa asked, "Meeting finished? I still don't know why you didn't want me there."
"Because you're a newly form Cybertrion," he replied, "And you don't know how to walk yet! Speaking of which…let's try that now…if you're finished admiring yourself in the mirror!"
Later that afternoon…the Med Bay…Ratchet's office…
"Blaster, I assure you," lied Ratchet thru his mouth plate as he stared into his desk viewer, "Nothing is wrong with Red Alert."
"Are you sure, Doc?" he asked, "He kinda sounds like Mr. Monotone himself…Soundwave."
Ratchet's optic twitched in annoyance as he said, "Positive, and you're stalling Blaster! What do you need? Directions on how to find the Medical Library?"
Blaster chuckled nervously, "Ah…no! But, I do have bit of bad news for you."
"Bad news?" growled out Ratchet.
"Heh, heh, yeah!" he apprehensively exclaimed, "You see, Hook and Scrapple we're the last ones in the library according to these scanners…"
"Hook and Scrapple?" asked Ratchet with scowl, "What did those two pit-spawn excuses of medics do?"
"They kinda made a copy of the entire library," he hesitantly explained, "And…"
"And?" prompted Ratchet with a growl as his optics started to glow white.
"They destroyed the library after they made their copies," he swiftly told him, "Oh! Look, Prowl is calling me! Got to go, Doc! Blaster, signing off."
There was dead silence in the office, and from the shadows, Gadget stepped out, "They were the ones who destroyed the medical library!" she hissed out as her optics glowed as white as her sire's.
"Yes," hissed out Ratchet, and with that one word…Mt. Hatchet erupted.
At the same time…at the front entrance to the Ark…
Ironhide, Silverstar, Jinx, and Wheeljack waited patiently as two jeeps drove up the mountain; finally has they came to a full stop, Hawk jumped out as he returned Jinx's salute, "All right…let's skip the pleasantries! I want to see my goddaughter!"
"I am right here, Uncle Clay," said a voice behind the welcoming committee; everyone gasped in astonishment while Jinx bounced on the balls of her feet in excitement.
"M-Marrisa? Is that you?" asked Hawk as he gazed in wonder at the Cybertrion femme before him.
She laughed out in delight as she answered, "Yes…finally! I can finally have my mate…need my mate…"
Ironhide closed his optics and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Primus," he moaned out, "I truly didn't want to go thru this slag again! In fact, it's worse than when it happened to Optimus and Elita!" He looked up at her and snapped out, "Femme Leader! Get a hold of yourself! He's not here right now; right now you need to concentrate on what I have to teach you!"
"But, why?!" she whined out, "I need my mate!"
"You need to know how to kick Elita's aft first before you can have him!" he shouted out as he took her by the arm and headed for the weapons range, "C'mon! We can start with something easy for you to do…then move on to hand-to-hand combat…"
She hissed at him in irritation as she allowed him to drag her off, "Need mate!"
"Sh-she's…" stuttered out Hawk in shock.
"A sex maniac!" finished Cover Girl as she watched Ironhide drag the femme away.
"It's the Prime Heritage," Wheeljack informed them as he rubbed he helm in exasperation, "it's making her feral. Now, that the Matrix has finished changing her…hopefully…its main focus is going to be encouraging her to reproduce with her mate, Rodimus Prime."
"Plus," added Jinx cheerfully, "kicking Blackarachia's ass!"
"That too," agreed Wheeljack and then he gave a deep sigh, "Ironhide was right…it is worse than what happened last time! Hopefully, Blaster can find something in the medical…"
He was interrupted by two unholy screams of rage, quickly all of them raced toward the Med Bay…where they witnessed a freighting sight.
"THOSE TWO SPAWN OF GLITCHES!" bellowed Ratchet as threw his wrench at the wall and then turned over one of the tables in a fit of rage.
Wheeljack winced as he rushed in, "Ratchet, calm down! We're got guests!"
"CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN!" he roared out as he grabbed Wheeljack and shook him by his shoulders, "HOW CAN I BE SLAGGING CALM WHEN I FOUND OUT THAT HOOK AND SCRAPPLE HAVE DESTROYED DELTA CITY'S ENTIRE MEDICAL LIBRARY…JUST WHEN I FRAGGING NEED IT THE MOST!"
"Ratchet!" yelled Wheeljack as he quickly pointed at the group behind him whom had their ears and audios covered, "You're making a bad impression…these humans aren't used to your temper!"
Ratchet looked over at the humans, and his attention immediately focused on a certain ninja; an evil look entered his optics as he hissed out, "Jinx."
"Uhmm," she nervously asked, "What?"
"We're on the same processor length, father," growled out Gadget as she came out of the office, "Stigma is on her way. I'm sure between the three of us…and Jinx of course; we can make copies of Hook's copies and leave something…appropriate for that pit spawn excuse for a medic! Don't worry about Scrapple; he'll get his due in a tron!"
Ratchet rubbed his hands in glee as he let out a wicked chuckle, "May I borrow your solider, General?"
Jinx looked at him pleadingly, shaking her head no…he sighed and asked, "Will it help you, help Marrisa?"
"Yes," replied Gadget furiously, "We both have a hunch that the Matrix is not done with her, but we can't guess its next move without looking at what happened in the past!"
Hawk thru his hands in the air in with a sigh and resignedly ordered, "Jinx…go help them with whatever they're planning."
"But, sir!" protested Jinx, "Do I have too?! Stigma is all right, but those two seem a bit…"
"Jinx!" he barked out, "Just fucking do it!"
Moaning in despair, she slowly followed after Stigma who by this time had reached the Med Bay; she looked down at her follow ninja and said, "Statement: Better to work with them, than have their temper erupt on you."
She quickly ducked the two wrenches thrown her way; Ratchet hissed out, "Don't push Stigma…"
"We're having a bad enough day!" finished Gadget as she marched them into the office.
Meanwhile…on an island off the coast of Washington…
Optimus Prime crawled to Blackarachia as she leaned against a nearby tree and nuzzled her front port; she purred out as she caressed one of his antennas, "I've always wanted to do this with you…collared and leashed…crawling…begging…but you wouldn't, no… you wouldn't. You may have enjoyed me on top, but you weren't going to do anything you didn't feel comfortable with…isn't that what you told me, beloved? I do love you, but really you are a bit prudish among alpha mechs!"
"Well, isn't this a pretty sight!" exclaimed a voice behind them, "Optimus Prime crawling before a femme!"
Blackarachia's optics narrowed in fury as well as amusement, "Starscream," she purred out as she gestured Optimus Prime to stay in place as she turned her attention to the Seeker; as she walked toward him she exclaimed, "Leader of the Decepticons…for a very short while until you got blown to pieces!"
"What the slag…" he trailed off as he became under her spell, "Yes, my Queen."
"Gather the other Decepticons, and lure them here," she ordered as she turned her attention back to Optimus Prime.
"I can not, my Queen," Starscream droned out.
"WHAT?!" she bellowed as she turned her attention back to him, "Why in the name of the pit not?!"
"They are in a deep recharge, my Queen," he explained, "That is why I am here; I thought the Autobots were behind it."
She scowled as she hissed out furiously, "They are behind it…but not of this time! Chromia…Chromia…even dead you're trying to stop me! Did you come back like Prowl or like this slagger, here?!"
As she continued to repeat herself and curse out loud; deep within Optimus Prime's mind, he was crying out, 'Please…someone…anyone…stop her! I don't want to…no…no more!'
She tugged on his leash after giving Starscream his orders; he crawled to her and when he reached her…she furiously ripped his mask off. Tracing his jaw, she muttered, "Our son looks so much like you…but, why…oh…why couldn't he taken after me more? Pleasure me; beloved…I need to think."
As he started licking her front port, he cried out in his mind again, 'Primus, please help me!'
He immediately sensed the Matrix's comfort and regret, "We are sorry, Optimus Prime," the ancient artifact said with one voice. He internal gasped as he was pulled into the Matrix. He looked around in awe…he was standing within blue room filled with energy…and beside him was Sentinel Prime!
His predecessor stared at him in sorrow, "We are sorry…Optimus Prime, that it took us so long to pull your spark within here. We went as fast as we could without harming the future Primal."
"Primal," he muttered softly, "that was part of your mate's name…and her predecessor before her!"
"And your son's mate is her true successor," he gently told him as he looked at him in a mixture of sympathy and sorrow, "You now know why we refused to give your mate the title of Primal…you have witnessed the darkness that we have constantly sense within her!"
Optimus Prime immediately remembered why the Matrix pulled his spark within its energy in the first place, he cried out, "How?!" He fell down on his knees as tears raced down his face plate, "How could she do this to me?! Why did she do this to me?!"
As he cried his spark out, Sentinel Prime sat beside him and drew him into his arms as if he was just a tiny sparkling, "Shhh, it will be all right!" he consoled him as he offered him comfort, "You will remain in here until she stops her…malice actions toward you! Afterwards…when she is not controlling you…you must go back and find someway to fight her! When she is put to an end for good by the Primal with our help…there is a human known as Psyche Out, he will help heal you're spark. Along with Ratchet, Ironhide, and Wheeljack…they will help heal you, Optimus Prime."
In the outside world, Blackarachia muttered thoughtfully as she caressed Optimus Prime's helm, "Beloved…how is our old friend doing this…oh…yes! That's it! Our son's organic bone! Primus, Chromia taught the little bug well…even gave her some type of armor!" She hissed in pleasure as she gestured for Optimus to stop licking her front port. "I am," she said as she gestured to him to get onto his back, "beginning to see what our son sees in that…human!"
"Well," she drawled out as she climbed on top of him, "We'll just have to change her to our way of thinking…both physically and mentally! Really, the things I do for our sparkling! And what do I get from him in return? Insolence! That's what! Oh…when I find the femme whom taught him such bad manners!"
Two hours later…at the Ark…the Meeting Room…
"She is completely obsessed about Optimus and Rodimus Prime," reported Psyche Out as he finished giving his profile on Blackarachia, "She will do anything to make them one big happy family…and in her mind that's changing the entire human race into a race of Cybertrions."
"Why?" asked Lifeline as he sat cross legged on the table.
"Two reasons: She will be able to change Flint's daughter when she is at an impressible age…to make her more, in her mind, fit to be her son's consort," the psychiatrist replied, "And secondly, she will have entire armies at her command to be able to destroy or enslave the Decepticons to her will…"
"Thus changing the course of history," finished Silverstar as she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
"Exactly!" he exclaimed, and then gave a weary look to Scarlet, "You're turn, Red."
"Thanks," she muttered, but before she could make her report, she was interrupted by Mainframe.
"Yo, guys!" he shouted over the comm. channel, "Prowl is on the line…and he's starting to get suspicious by 'Red Alert's' behavior! He wants to talk to Prime!"
"Slag," grumbled Ratchet as slapped his face in exasperation, he gave a deep sigh and then looked up as he asked sarcastically, "All right, who wants to play Optimus Prime with Stigma's little gizmo?"
A few moments later…Cybertron...beneath Icon City…
Prowl frowned in worry as he questioned him, "Are you certain I am not needed on Earth, Prime?"
"Yes, your mission is too important…" Optimus Prime told him, and was about to say more when a male voice in the background whispered out, "Sir, you're laying it on a bit thick!"
Prowl's optics narrowed suspiciously as he asked apprehensively, "Who was that?"
"Oh," drawled out Prime as he gave a warning look over his shoulder, "It's just a high school student interviewing Ironhide for the school newspaper. Has there been any recent Decepticon activity on Cybertron?"
Still suspicious, Prowl guardedly replied, "Just Starscream, he went to Med-One's warehouse. We assume to gather medical supplies for Hook, but…"
"But?" prompted Optimus Prime.
"Med-One told Swoop that he was acting unusual," he reported, "He didn't even hurl the usual insults at him."
"That doesn't sound good," whispered a female voice behind Prime.
Prowl raised a brow in a mixture of curiosity and doubt, "Another high school student?"
"Yes," Optimus Prime answered him, "She's interviewing, Ratchet for the same paper. If Starscream shows up again at Med-One's warehouse, let me know immediately."
"I will," he told him, and was about to say more…when a certain femme pushed him out of the way and purred out, "Optimus, hello."
Optimus Prime nervously greeted her, "Elita One…I wasn't expecting you."
"Mmm," she muttered, "Well, I do enjoy keeping you on your wheels, my mate. Whenever are you going to come back to Cybertrion? I've missed having fun with you and quite frankly, I would love to have another sparkling!"
"Ahh…soon," he choked out, "I have to go now, Elita. Take care and I love you!"
"Love you too!" she exclaimed as he signed off. She sighed in despair, and then looked over at Prowl, "Is something wrong, Prowl?"
"Did he seem…different to you?" he asked as he stared at the blank view screen in concern.
"No," she drawled out, "He seemed fine, and handsome as ever! C'mon, we got work to do!"
As they walked off, Prowl put the incident deep within his memory banks…he would think about the unusual behavior, later.
Back on Earth…the Ark…at the end of the comm. call…
Hawk sighed with relief as the call ended and the hologram that was around him disappeared, "Damm…how in heaven's name did he fall in love with her?! I feel like I was a piece of juicy meat the entire time she talked to me!" he shouted as led them back into the briefing room.
"She wasn't always like that," muttered Ironhide sorrowfully as he re-took his seat, "Lately, I've been wondering if Alpha Trion didn't do something to her programming when he re-built her."
"Well, we need to concentrate on her future self here and now," commented Scarlet as she brought up from Teletran Starscream's profile, "Sir, you did a good job and thru the comm. call we found out we missed one Decepticon."
"Who unfortunately," explained Ratchet, "Was a scientist in a previous function before the war! Slag it, the glitch has certainly drew the luck of the oil barrel! First Prime, and now this aft head!"
"Which regrettably is proving our theory, right," said Psyche Out despairingly as he looked at Scarlet in concern.
Scarlet scowled as she finished reading Starscream's profile and quickly brought up a map of the North America on Teletran, "I'm going to be brief," she told them, "We theorized that she's going to launch a rocket and engulf the planet with her human to Cybertrion serum. The only problem is…we don't know where in North America she's going to launch it."
"The NASA facilities?" suggested Cover Girl.
Scarlet shook her head in denial, "No, too obvious and she knows by now that the femmes that came with her as well as Ratchet, Ironhide, and Wheeljack will be watching those areas."
"But, she's not expecting any involvement from you Joes," Wheeljack muttered thoughtfully as he stared at the map.
"Which," growled out Hawk in frustration, "Is the only two aces we have against her at the moment…speaking of aces, how is my goddaughter's crash course on Cybertrion fighting coming along?"
Ironhide growled out in annoyance, "I don't know if it's the Heritage or what the Matrix has done to her…but she's acting like an impulsive, rash youngling at the moment instead of a proper femme leader!"
"Huh?" asked all of the Joes in confusion.
"She's acting like a human teenager!" exclaimed Ratchet as he closed his optics and pinched his nose bridge in exasperation, "Gadget and I can't do a thing until we can look over that fragging material!"
At the same time…in Ark's training room…
Gadget ducked and quickly grabbed the leg of the Machairodontini, or what is commonly known to human scientists as a prehistoric saber-tooth cat…spun it around the room, as the cat transformed in mid air, Gadget scolded, "You need to stop being so impulsive! Think, before you leap…femme!"
"I thought I was your leader!" whined Marrisa as she got up off the floor and prepared to try again.
"Not while your like this!" exclaimed Gadget as she got into a defensive stance, "Besides, you're not bonded to Rodimus Prime, yet!"
Marrisa rolled her optics in annoyance, "That's not what you said before we went back in time," she said as she grabbed one of Brawn's weights and thru it at the power switch.
As the room went dark, Gadget's optics narrowed in concentration, "Cute," she muttered as she tried to hear what her opponent was up too…suddenly a bright head light came right at her…blinding her...she cursed out as she was run over by Land Rover, "Slag it!"
The Land Rover transformed and Marrisa grinned as she crowed out in triumph, "See…I can think before I leap!"
Twenty minutes later…the Rec. Room…
Gadget sighed with relief as Ironhide and Silverstar came into the room, she gestured to the dancing femme near the jute box, "She's all yours!" she exclaimed as she got up from the table.
Ironhide sighed wearily as he asked, "How did she do?"
"Well," she drawled out as rubbed the dent in her chest, "Not too bad…she finally defeated me by using a similar trick that Rodimus pulled on Galvatron when they first met. However, right now…she still acting like an impulsive hot head!"
"Terrific," grumbled Silverstar sarcastically, "Anything else?"
"She a tri-former, and a very unusual one!" she informed them, "She can transform into one of Earth's prehistoric saber toothed cats as well as a small, solar powered Land Rover!"
"Solar powered?" Ironhide weakly asked, "No…don't tell me, it's something humans come up with in the future!"
"Yes," Silverstar confirmed as she gazed at the new femme, "But, what surprises me is her saber tooth cat transformation. What is the Matrix…"
"I don't know," interrupted Gadget as she left the room, "Tell me or Dad if she does anything else out of the ordinary!"
"Will do," grumbled Ironhide and then shouted out, "All right, break time is over! Let's see how you do two against one!"
Meanwhile on the Decepticon Base…Hook's Office…
Jinx laughed quietly as she handed the false chip to Stigma, "Are you certain that Hook is going to take this with him in the future?"
Stigma gave her a cruel smile behind her mask, "Affirmative. Statement: I must make mental note to myself not to get on Gadget's vindictive side."
Jinx snorted in agreement, "And I'll make one on not getting on Ratchet's bad side, Sheesh…I can't believe he had this on hand!"
Stigma chuckled out, "Statement: Neither can I," she looked up suddenly, "Statement: Hide!"
Quickly they hid in the shadows, in the hallway they observed Starscream walking down the hallway and behind him was…Blackarachia! She stopped for a moment, and looked behind her with a frown; she tugged on the leash she carrying and called out, "Beloved, come!"
Stigma and Jinx tried not to gasp out in shock as they watched the dirty and slightly battered Optimus Prime trailing behind the insane femme like a an abused dog. She reached out and caress his face, "I know, you want to kill all of them," she gently told him, "I do too…yes, I do! But, we can't not yet…not until we get our new army of slaves behind us. And then Megatron as well as the rest of his forces will rue the day that they ever started this pit forsaken war!"
As she continued down the hall, Optimus Prime looked at them and for a brief moment he was free of her spell as he choked out, "Help me!"
"Come, beloved!" they heard her shout as he was tugged on the leash; he immediately was under her spell again as he followed her down the hallway.
Stigma and Jinx looked at one another for a moment, and then immediately went into one of the vents in order to make a quick escape.
An hour later…the Ark…the Meeting Room…
After Jinx and Stigma made their report, Hawk looked over at the medics and asked, "I thought no one but sub mechs or homosexuals can fight her control?"
"Rodimus Prime can not be controlled by her only because he is her son," explained Gadget as she leaned back in her chair in thought, "As for Optimus Prime…I have not slagging idea! Maybe, he has a strong will power? He is a Prime."
Ratchet shook his head in disagreement, "No, that's not it…perhaps it's the Matrix."
"I thought the Matrix was busy with Marrisa?" asked Scarlet as she looked up from the computerized maps.
"It isn't!" exclaimed Wheeljack in frustration, "We haven't gotten any Matrix energy off of her, recently…it's like its waiting on something!"
"Or someone," muttered Ratchet thoughtfully as he quickly gathered up the data chips that the ninjas had given him, "C'mon, Gadget…I have an idea…but we need to do some research first!"
As they rushed out of the room, Wheeljack looked over at Hawk as he told him, "I finished making those audio plugs for us as well as you, Lifeline, and Mainframe. Anything else you want me to do?"
"Help me figure out, where in the hell she would launch a rocket?!" exclaimed Scarlet as she briefly looked up from the maps.
Wheeljack wearily sighed as got up and moved his chair closer to the human that was sitting on the table, "I foresee another long night!" he exclaimed.
Hawk gave a deep sigh as he order, "All right, let's get some rest! Dismiss!" He gestured to Ironhide stay in place for a moment, "Can you take me to my goddaughter?"
A few moments later…on top of what will be known as Look Out Mountain…
She sighed in longing as she leaned against the giant, redwood tree and stared up at the stars, she heard a familiar voice behind her, "Marrisa…are you here?"
Looking over her shoulder, she called out to Ironhide and Hawk, "I'm here Ironhide, Uncle Clay!"
Ironhide put down the general and as he walked away, he warned them, "Don't stay up here too long you two! We can't afford to let Blackarachia get her hands on either of you!"
She rolled her optics in annoyance as she yelled out, "We won't old timer!"
"Marrisa," Hawk gently scolded her as he sat down beside her, "Be nice…and he's right! We can't stay out here too long!"
She huffed in disgust as she grumbled, "I'm not a child, and I can take care of myself!"
Hawk sighed in defeat as he muttered, "I can hardly wait until you become a teenager…the normal way!"
She let out an amused chuckle and both of them were silent for a moment, enjoying the sounds of the night; finally she asked, "What do want to know, Uncle Clay?"
"I want to know more about you're…mate," he stuttered out the word 'mate', "What is he like…where did you meet…the usual stuff; I may not be around to meet him in the future!"
She laughed softly as she informed him, "The last time I saw you in my time…you were still kicking!"
"That's good to know," he said sarcastically, "Well…what is he like?!"
"Mmm," she muttered as she turned her attention back to the stars, "How do I describe, Roddy? He is kind, considerate, funny, brave, impulsive, and has a bit of a temper…though he has learned to control it better! He had recently learned to be patient too."
"Patience comes with the bigger responsibilities…when you obtain a high powered job," he informed her.
"I know," she said as she looked down at him, "You told me that when I went to the academy."
"Good," he grunted and he gave her a soft look, "Does he make you happy?"
"Yes," she replied confidently, "He makes me very happy, and he loves me very much! As I love him...Uncle Clay…I am not going into this blind, I do love him!" She smiled at him, "Besides, he loves racing and fishing as much as I do!"
"Fishing?!" he exclaimed in surprise, "He goes fishing!"
"Oh, yes," she told him as she stood up and transformed into a Land Rover, "But, it's mostly catch and release…though if he catches a big one he would take it to one of cooks in Autobot City, have them grill it, and then he would surprise me with a trout dinner in my office."
As she opened the door for him, he informed her gently, "You can't eat fish anymore, Marrisa."
"I know," she softly said as he got in, "But, it's worth it! No one is like my Roddy!"
Hawk rolled his eyes in amusement, "Just what a woman or should I say, femme,...would say when she is very much in love!"
Meanwhile in the Ark's Med Bay…Ratchet's Office…
Psyche Out let out a deep sigh as he looked over the notes he had taken when Stigma and Jinx made their report, "Ratchet," he called out, "I know submission and bondage is normal in Cybertrion society, but what is consider the crossing point into what you would consider deviant?"
Ratchet looked up from his data pad as he sighed wearily; he put it down and stared at the human on top of his desk, "Permission; safe word; and when the sub, or alpha in the case of Optimus Prime and Elita, says stop or no…you do it! Anything else is considered right up there with the Decepticons! Pit, I bet even the Decepticons follow those rules between their slagging selves!"
"With the exception of their slaves," added Gadget as she came into the room.
"Slaves?" asked Psyche Out warily.
Both medics made a face in disgust, as Ratchet answered, "Yes, what they call pleasure slaves."
"You can add breeding too," she softly informed her sire, "Jazz, in the future; found out that Soundwave and Scourge have recently purchased some femmes and sub mechs from the underground slave trade; they are planning to use them for pleasure as well as breeding the latest generation of Decepticons."
"Oh, Primus," muttered Ratchet as he dropped his face into his hands.
At the same time, Psyche Out weakly muttered, "I think I am going to be sick…is there anyway to rescue them?"
Gadget with regret answered, "No, they took them to Char…there in no way to rescue them without committing our entire resources and leaving both Cybertron as well as Earth defenseless against our…other, more lethal, enemies."
They were silent for a moment, finally Psyche Out asked softly, "I am going to regret asking this, but how can they breed them without bonding with them."
"They don't merge their spark without interface," Ratchet replied clinically, "If they did that it would make a permanent bond; but if they just want a sparkling, they can create a temporary bond between their…slaves…when merging the spark with interfacing."
Psyche Out let out a deep sigh as he asked another question, "Could Blackarachia do that with Optimus?"
Ratchet snorted in revulsion, "I bet that glitch wishes she can! But, that would alert her past self that someone was trying to spark up with her mate! If she could get away with it, she would!"
Gadget sighed wearily as she told them, "Let's get off this slag for a moment, just talking about it makes me sick! Dad, have you found out anything?"
Ratchet gave them an evil grin, "Oh, yes!" he drawled out, "And if I am right, my old friend is in so much trouble!"
They looked at him in a mixture of curiosity and amusement, finally Gadget asked him, "What do you mean?"
He chuckled out ruthlessly, "Tell me, my little bright spot of my existence! Did Moonracer ever tell you about the Ring of Prima?"
"The what of Prima?!" she exclaimed in bewilderment.
"I'll take that as a no," he said and then he explained to them about the ancient artifact found within the Matrix.
The Next Morning…the Ark…the Meeting Room…
"So," said Ratchet in conclusion, "All you need to do is bond with Rodimus Prime…with no fragging!"
"No fucking!" protested Marrisa as she pouted in despair.
"NO FRAGGING!" he bellowed out at her as everyone else winced at the volume of his voice; he continued more calmly, "It's the only way to release the Ring of Prima from the Matrix…and then you can kick that glitch's aft!"
She hissed out in fury, "Fine! But, after we take care of the former alpha femme…I am fragging my mate, until we are overloaded in exhaustion!"
Ironhide blinked in surprise, "That sounds like something Chromia would say," he drawled out in amusement.
"Well, she did give her," explained Gadget, "the…talk…" She stopped as a sudden thought occurred to her, "Marissa…when she gave you this talk, did she mention anything about bondage or submissive behavior? What we as a society on Cybertron would consider acceptable?"
"Uh," she replied with confusion, "No."
Before Marissa could blink; everyone but Gadget, who was in shock, left the room in a hurry, Gadget recovered enough to shout out, "No! Dad don't leave me by myself to explain…"
"Sorry," he quickly told her, "Got stuff to do in med bay!"
She scowled as he retreated, "Slagger," she cursed out and then sighed as she reluctantly started to explain to the femme what was acceptable and unacceptable in the sexual behavior of Cybertron society.
2 hours later…
"So that is why I've been dreaming of him tying me up to the berth or vice versa; and why when he was tied up to that flagpole I found it very attractive," she said in wonder.
"Yes,' she confirmed as she closed her optics and waited for her to scream out that it was disgusting.
But to her surprise, she merely asked, "Do you think Roddy would be willing to do a repeat performance of being tied to the flag pole?"
In reply, Gadget started banging her head on the table and cursing out, "Slagging Heritage!"
Suddenly, the Ark's alarms rang out, Marrisa immediately got up, "Is that Roddy, I wonder?" she purred out.
Gadget pulled her back down into her chair, "Oh…no! Until we know for certain…you're staying right here with me!"
10 minutes earlier…on what will be known as Lookout Mountain…
Maureen O'Connell, a.k.a. Bombshell gasped in delight at the view, "Blimey," she muttered as she looked down in awe at the valley below, "This is an excellent view!"
"Yup!" exclaimed Wheeljack cheerfully, "I'm thinking that we can make this an observation post for humans and bots alike!"
The black haired woman nodded in agreement as her green eyes shone with delight, "I can just imagine some kid pretending that he or she is flying up here!" As she said this she looked up into the sky, and immediately frowned, "I don't suppose that is one of your blokes?"
"No," he drawled out as immediately pinpointed on what she saw, "The Aerialbots are unconscious and the Protectobots are on Cybertron." He looked closer and cursed out, "Slag! It's Starscream!" Quickly he called out on the comm. for help and raised his gun, firing at the enslaved Decepticon. However, his shots missed as Starscream transformed and grabbed onto the human.
"HEY!" she bellowed as she thrashed around in his hand, "LET ME GO!"
Starscream flew high into the air in his robot form, he raised his gun and fired a pinkish gas at her; she coughed out and immediately started to have seizures. He heard over his comm. channel, "Slave! You short sighted fool! That is not my son's mate! Turn her loose and get the slag back here!"
"Yes, my Queen," he droned out and quickly turned her loose.
She screamed in pain and fear, changing in mid air…into a Cybertrion! Instinctively she used her thrusters to slow herself down, but she still landed by the river with a large thump. Groaning she turned over, and watched with relief as Wheeljack, Silverstar, Lifeline, Cover Girl, Scarlet, and Ratchet raced toward her. She waved her hand, and shouted out, "Guys, I'm here!"
As they approached, they immediately realized what happened and they stared at the new femme in astonishment. "Umm, what's wrong mates?" she asked as she stood up, "Lifeline, Cover Girl, and Scarlet…why do you look so small, now?" She looked up and her optics widened in shock, "And why am I face to face with you blokes, now?"
"Bombshell," Lifeline suggested to her slowly, "Look down at yourself."
She did as he recommended, "Oh…bloody hell!" she exclaimed as stared at her hands, completely dumbfounded, "Don't tell me…"
Twenty Minutes later…Ratchet's Med Bay…
"Congratulations," growled out Gadget as she threw the scanner against the wall in fit of fury, "You're a Cybertrion now, specifically a femme seeker! The first one in eons! Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to steal…I mean borrow…the twins' high grade!"
As she marched out of the room, Silverstar sighed miserably as she ordered, "Stigma, make sure she doesn't get completely overcharged!"
As Stigma did as she was ordered, everyone else looked at Bombshell and Silverstar in a mixture of astonishment, worry, and curiosity. Finally, Bombshell asked, "I-it can be reverse, right? You can turn me back into a human!"
Silverstar shook her head sadly, "No," she replied, "Blackarachia did this with another human, a teenage female; Preceptor study her as well as a small sample of the serum she used on the youngling, he said in his exaggerated way that there is no way to reverse the transformation…and if there was it would kill whomever it was."
Tears slowly gathered in Bombshell's optics, Marrisa looked at her sympathy and tried to offer her some form of comfort as she flung her arm around her; "Hey, you're not alone in this! You've got me, and what is the name of that teenager that Mirage and Hound are going to adopt?"
"Amelia Hart," Silverstar replied wearily and then gave a stern look at the mechs in the room, "Ask me later!"
"And you heard what Gadget said, you're the first femme seeker in eons!" exclaimed Marrisa brightly as she tried to cheer her fellow human turned femme up.
"Oh…goody!" she exclaimed as she once again looked at down at her hands, "Talk about irony!"
"I don't understand one thing," commented Scarlet as she looked over at her fellow Joe's new form, "Why is Gadget getting drunk?"
"That is a good question," drawled out Ironhide as he looked over at Ratchet in curiosity.
Ratchet gave a deep sigh as he replied, "The same reason I would be, but just to make certain. Silverstar, from this point in 'your' history…we didn't have any femme seekers on the Autobot side, right?"
"No," answered Silverstar as she turned her attention to Hawk, "Which means she will have to come with us into the future, it's the only way to preserve the time stream."
Hawk groaned in misery as he thought about losing a good solider as well as the paperwork and fast talking he would soon have to do, he looked over at Bombshell, "I'm sorry…but…"
Bombshell waved her hand in acceptance, "It's all right, sir…this shit happens! Don't worry about any of my family nosing about my disappearance. My parents died in a bombing in Belfast years ago; so…I was raised in an orphanage until I was old enough to join the RAF."
Hawk sighed sadly, "C'mon, Mainframe…help me get started on the major cover up we'll have to do!" He looked sternly at Bombshell, "You behave solider, don't give them any shit! Show them what you're made of!"
She gave him a small smile as she told him, "I will, sir."
As he and Mainframe left the room, Scarlet sighed as she looked over at Wheeljack, "We better get back to work."
Wheeljack groaned as he followed her out, "Primus, I am sick at looking at maps!"
Lifeline pulled Psyche Out off his feet, "C'mon, let's go get something to eat."
Finally, there were only six of them left, "You still haven't told us Hatchet," drawled out Ironhide, "Why Hatchet Jr. is trying to get overcharge?"
Ratchet looked at him in misery and replied with one sentence, "Aerialbots; and every single, flying, slagging, Autobot we've got in the future!"
"Ah," Ironhide muttered and then grabbed Marrisa by the arm as he dragged her out of the room, "C'mon, time for more training!"
"Damm," grumbled Marrisa as she pulled her arm out of his grip, "I am slagging sick of training!"
"I'll go with them," Silverstar said quickly, "Have fun giving her the 'talk', Ratchet."
As she rushed out behind them, Ratchet slapped his face in aggravation as he grumbled, "Primus…you hate me…you really do!" He gave a deep sigh, and looked down at Cover Girl, "Scram! You don't need to be in here!"
"Oh, no!" she protested and sat down on the floor, "Psyche Out gave us the basics on the plane, but I had a feeling he was leaving a lot of stuff out! Call me perverted…but I really want to hear the itsy, bitsy, details!"
"What talk did he give, I was too busy flying?!" she asked and then her optics widen as she realized what the 'talk' was about, "Oh, bloody hell…no! I am no virgin! Cybertrion version of sex can't be that different from humans!"
Ratchet let out another deep sigh, as responded as calmly as he could, "One: You're a virgin…again! Deal with it! And two: yes, it is slagging different! Now, sit your aft down on the berth and I'll explain how different! Particularly for you… since you'll have to deal with those flying, fragging, show offs in the future!"
Meanwhile at the Decepticon Base…
Starscream screamed out in pain as he was hung by his arms from the ceiling… by chains. Blackarachia whipped him with the laser whip again, "Blasted fool! Did that seem like a human female sparkling to you?!"
As she continued whipping him and cursing the seeker, Optimus Prime sat curled up in a corner…her control over him was loss as she used all her energy on Starscream. He tugged at the chain that was attached to his collar, but he couldn't break it! Sighing in defeat, he thought for a moment…and came to a terrifying conclusion. He would have to remain under her control until she was stopped for good! He bit his lip in order to stifle the scream of rage that wanted to come out of him!
The Matrix sent him a wave of comfort to him as well as a piece of advice, contact the Ark…give them the coordinates on where Elita will launch the rocket. 'Good idea,' whispered Optimus Prime internally to the ancient artifact. Slowly, in order to not draw her attention, he opened his comm. channel and sent a quick message as well as the coordinates of the rocket's launch site.
As soon as he closed his comm. channel; she stalked toward him and hissing out in anger, "Blasted, no good slagging slave!" He whimpered briefly as she drew him into her power, "Beloved," she muttered as she loosen the chain from the wall, "Let's have a bit of …fun!"
She dragged him toward where she previously held Starscream, "Arms up and spike out," she commanded; and he instantly obeyed. As she chained him to the ceiling, she gestured with head to Starscream, "This fragger here will get your spike ready for me, beloved. I would do it myself, but I need to check up on the serum I am making."
"Slave," she commanded with a snap of her fingers, "Use your mouth and get my beloved's spike ready for me to fragg!"
He instantly abided by her command, as she left the room, Optimus Prime whimpered out, "Please…anyone…save me as well as Starscream from this pit!"
A few minutes later…at the Ark…the Command Center…
Mainframe tried not to chuckle as he heard Hawk muttering about jackasses everywhere…no matter what side of the ocean you lived on; when suddenly, he noticed that Teletran had received a message from Optimus Prime. He quickly read it over, and called out with a huge smile on his face, "Sir, Prime managed to briefly re-gain control from her and he sent us a message!"
Hawk rushed over to him, and read out loud over his shoulder, "Help…Briefly overcoming her control…Help…Stop her here: Death Valley, Ubehebe Crater."
"He would have made a good Joe, wouldn't he…sir?" asked Mainframe cheerfully, "Shall I go get the others?"
Hawk laughed in delight, "Yes, he would have been a good Joe…if he was human!" He slapped Mainframe on the shoulder, "Get Wheeljack, Ironhide, and Scarlet…the others can wait until we put together a workable plan! Let them have R and R for right now, Mainframe!"
"Yes, sir!" confirmed Mainframe as he quickly followed his orders.