I own nothing…absolutely nothing except O.C.'s, also; I can't remember what Ironhide's vehicle form was in GI, so I am using the one from the movies. Please, review…it let's me know how I am doing!
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24 hours after the end of the last chapter…Sierra Nevada Mountains…Snake Eye's Hidden Cabin…
From his hidden spot on the ridge, Snake Eyes's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he gestured for Timber to be quiet as he watched the motley vehicles stop at the front of his cabin. He raised a brow in surprise as he watched Hawk stepped out from what appeared to be a black GM Truck. "SNAKE EYES!" bellowed his commander, "GET YOUR ASS HERE IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT NOW! WE'VE GOT A SITUATION!"
Snake Eyes sighed with regret as quickly raced toward his leader, 'So, much for a peaceful vacation,' he thought to himself.
A Few minutes later…
Hawk looked up as soon as he felt someone watching him, beneath his hand he felt Ironhide jump on his axles in surprise, turning around he told the ninja master, "Snake Eyes, I am sorry for cutting your vacation short…and I am really sorry for what I am about to do."
*Sir?* he signed out in curiosity.
Hawk sighed as he regretfully ordered, "I am commandeering your cabin as our base, Snake Eyes."
Snake Eyes stared at him in shock, finally he managed to sign out, stiffly, *May I ask why, sir?*
Hawk was about to answer, but Scarlet jumped out of Ironhide's passenger seat and answered for him, "It's a long story, Snakes."
He stiffened even further when he noticed his ex-girlfriend, finally he asked, *A long story?*
Before she could elaborate, Hawk decided it was better to show Snake Eyes instead of talking about it, "Joes, out!"
Snake Eyes watched in confusion as Lifeline got out of a yellowish green emergency rescue vehicle; Jinx out of some type of Ford vehicle; and Psyche Out as well as Mainframe out of a silver Corvette; and finally, a driverless gold and white Land Rover with blue flames stopped near General Hawk.
As soon as they were out, the Land Rover transformed into a white and gold femme with blue flames; she ordered, "Autobots, transform!"
As they transformed, Snake Eyes looked over at Scarlet and Hawk, *This is going to be one of those types of missions, isn't it?*
"I'm afraid so, Snakes," grumbled Scarlet as she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside the cabin, "Oh, where to start?"
Gadget looked over at Hawk, "Are they mates? They're pheromones are all over the place!"
"No," he drawled out wearily, "They just used to date…"
"But they broke up," finished Marrisa Fairborne, "And then dated again, then broke up…it's a never ending cycle. I'm surprise that their children never needed Psyche Out's services."
"They had children?" Hawk asked in amazement, "How…no… don't tell me! That goes for the rest of you, Joes! Don't ask! We know enough about the future as it is…we don't need to know more!"
"Sure, Hawk," said Mainframe regretfully, "But, your making us miss a great opportunity to get back at Ace!"
Hawk slapped his face in aggravation; finally he looked up at his solider and growled out, "Mainframe…go help Stigma set up that communication system in the cabin!"
"Yes, sir," he confirmed and then looked over at Stigma, "You going to do that Star Trek thing again? It was really cool, man!"
Stigma rolled her optics in annoyance as she transformed and activated her holoform, "Statement: We have a job to do, and you do not need information on the holoform program," she said as she walked into the cabin, "Suggestion: Bring equipment beside you."
"What," he started to say and then looked down beside him, "Damm! How did you do that? I didn't even notice you laying it beside me!"
Jinx snickered as she helped him with the equipment, "I definitely have to get tips from her before she goes back to the future!" she yelled out with eagerness.
Meanwhile at the Ark…the Command Center…
Bombshell sighed furiously as she shifted in her chair, "I don't see why I have to stay here, Doc," she grumbled as, "I've now got what you call an outer shell."
Ratchet gave her an infuriated look as he replied, "How many times do I have to tell you? Because you don't know how to fight and particularly, to fly in your new body…"
"Plus, we need someone here to guard the Ark and answer the comm. channel," she finished sarcastically, "For St. Peter's sake…I didn't sign up in the RAF to be a bloody secretary!"
Ratchet finally gave into the temptation and hit her in the head with a wrench, "Listen…and listen well; you may have change species, but at least you didn't find out your going to die with your friends in a tron! Then finding out, one old friend is a psycho; another an aft head; finally…the last one dying before your optics even though she's still alive on Cybertron! Dealing with two humans whom are Cybertrions now, and one of them is going thru the slagging, forsaken, Prime Heritage that you thought you would never have to experience again! Oh, let not forget finding out that the bogeyman you've heard about since sparkling hood is actually real!"
She was silent for a moment, finally she hesitantly asked, "What boogeyman?"
A strangled sound came out of Ratchet's vocalizer and then he quickly brought the information up from Teletran, "Read that!" he barked out, "And I don't want to hear another word out of your vocalizer until your done!"
Based on his facial expression, she decided to do what he told her and quickly started to silently read about Primus and Unicron. He grunted in annoyance as he turned away from her, and brought out a data pad from Grimlock's short list; he re-read one particular passage about how Swoop told his leader that First Aid and Ultra Magnus had meetings immediately after the medic had seen Rodimus Prime.
He tapped the data pad thoughtfully, and then narrowed his optics in suspicion, 'He wouldn't…not after all I taught him!' he growled out internally; he mused about the passage some more, 'First Aid…You had better pray to Primus you haven't done what I am thinking you have done in the future; because if you have its going to take Primus himself to save you from me!'
A few hours later…Snake Eyes's cabin...
Snake Eyes sighed out in misery as he watched his peaceful cabin became cluttered up with computers and keyboards. Though he had to admit, he was intrigued by the Cybertrion ninja, whom was patiently answering his apprentice's questions about the weapons she used as well as her fighting techniques. Suddenly, he heard a horn blasting out and he heard a voice exclaiming, "I came as soon as I could Ironhide, but that new femme just couldn't make up her mind on what plane transformation she wanted!"
Snake Eyes's pinched his nose bridge in irritation, suddenly he felt a slap aiming for the back of his head…he moved out of the way, and turned around; he stared into the scowling face of his ex, "Suck it up!" she exclaimed, "It won't take you long to put your little hideaway just the way you like it after we leave!"
Knowing she was right, but not wanting to admit it, he asked, *Did you have to suggest my cabin for this little operation?*
She snorted in frustration, "It was the only place I could think of that was close to our target as well as off the gird!"
He was about to argue further when he heard a familiar cough, turning around he gazed into his apprentice's face as she cheekily told him, "If your done flirting, Sensei…Stigma and I are ready to go to Tin Mountain, but if you want to stay here…"
He growled softly and said, *Yes…and Jinx, when this is over that will be fifty climbs up Eagle's Cliff back at Headquarters!*
Chastened, she muttered, "Yes, sensei."
A few moments later…
Hawk tried not to chuckle as he watch Scarlet watching Stigma drive away with Jinx and Snake Eyes, "Young love," he muttered softly and then turned his attention on another woman in love…or now as would be the case, young femme. As he walked toward her, Wheeljack, and Ironhide…he heard her say, "Fire."
Wheeljack fired a target into the air, and with great accuracy she shot it out of the sky; Hawk smiled as he called out, "Great shot!"
She turned her attention to him and returned his smile, "Thank you, sir."
Raised a brow in surprise, "I see you're finally out of the teenager stage," he said as he watched Ironhide shoot the next target.
"Yes," she muttered and then looked down at herself momentarily, "I just wish I had the body to go with it."
Wheeljack sighed wearily as he fired the target and then blew it out of the sky, "Ratchet, told you femme leader…bond with Rodimus, and voila…you won't be in a youngling's frame anymore!"
"It's a theory Jack," muttered Ironhide as he gestured to him to fire the target.
"But, it's based on what happened in the past," Wheeljack reminded him as he fired the target.
As Ironhide took aim; Marrisa beat him to it and blew it out of the sky, he looked over at her with a smirk, "You fire Chromia's gun a bit too well…who taught you to shoot?"
"Lady Jane," she answered as she looked down at the gun sadly.
Sensing her thoughts, he smiled gently as he softly said, "Its okay for you to use it…besides…I'm planning on building you one of your own."
She gave him a startled look, "What?"
"You heard me…give me another Jack," he said as he took careful aim, "I said her gun works too well for you…her lazar gun can't handle your quick draw, in other words you're quicker than Chromia was…is…slag!" He shot the target out of the air, "I hate time travel!"
"You and me both," grumbled Hawk as watched Wheeljack throwing another target into the air, and then blowing it up.
They were silent for a moment as they shot the targets out of the sky, finally Marrisa asked, "Why would you build me a brand, new gun and where would I find it in the future?"
Ironhide grunted as he changed guns, "Because you're the femme leader of the Autobots, a Prime Consort, and you were Chromia's friend. Besides, I'll be making weapons for Prowl, and possible Rodimus Prime for them to use in the future; so I might as well make you one too. As for where I will put it…" He fired at the target and looked down at G. I. Joe commander, "I'll just leave it with General Hawk, if that is all right with you, sir?"
"Fine with me," commented Hawk, "Just as long as she brings her 'husband' with her when she comes to pick it up."
She glared at him suspiciously, "Why?"
"Oh," he drawled out, "I just want to get to know him, and I have the feeling that there won't be much time for that when he finally shows up."
"In other words," she growled out in aggravation, "you want to interrogate him and see if he is worthy enough for me!"
"Now, Marrisa…dear heart," he said innocently, "Would I do that? I mean…he is a leader of an entire race! Would an old man like me want to do something like that to him?"
"Yes!" she hissed out, "And so would Daddy!"
As they argued, Ironhide gestured to Wheeljack to follow him; when they reached a safe distance from the pair, they both collapsed in laughter, "Dear, Primus!" choked out Wheeljack, "I don't think any Prime in our history had to deal with overprotective creators and guardians when they took a consort!"
"You're telling me!" exclaimed Ironhide as tears of laughter ran down his face, "I almost feel sorry, Optimus's son…almost!"
Later that night…in the Cottonwood Mountains…near the top of the Tin Mountain…
Jinx frowned in concern as she observed the Ubehebe Crater thru the night vision binoculars that Marrisa Fairborne had let her borrow; Starscream seemed to be putting the finishing touches on the rocket and Blackarachina…Jinx put down the binoculars in disgust. Quickly she raced back down the mountain, toward the small camp that they had step up earlier.
A few moments later…
Stigma, who was in her holoform; and Snake Eyes were talking about the problems with having a brother whom worked for the enemy, when they heard Jinx approaching them…a mile away. Snake Eyes sighed in frustration as he signed out in embrassment, *My apologies, my appertince has not yet fully learned to be absolutely silent when walking toward allies or enemies.*
Stigma nodded her head in understanding, "Statement: It took me three eons before I managed to gain that particular skill; if my memory banks serve me right…my mentor, finally had to do a drastic action in order to teach me silent walking."
*What did he do?* he asked in curiosity, *Jinx should have already…*
"Statement: I understand," she interrupted him as she thought back to her training, "my mentor, Solarwave, had me walked thru an oil slick until I could do it upright on it as well as silently."
As Snake Eyes mused on what the human equilvant for the oil slick would be, Jinx came into the camp with a furious scowl on her face, "That bitch," she proclaimed, "is riding Optimus Prime as a little girl would with her favoriate broken, electric, pony!"
Stigma hissed in fury, as Snake Eyes snapishly signed out, *Jinx, as much as I would love to go in there and rescue him…we can't!*
"Statement: Not with the three of us," finished Stigma as her holographic face reflected her anger, "Blackarchina has more tricks than all of the Decepticons put together! We will need to do this carefully, and with back-up!" She took a deep breath in order to calm down, "Query, is the rocket nearly finished?"
"Yes," replied Jinx in aggravation, "Are you sure we can't…"
*Jinx,* warned Snake Eyes with one hand as he used the other to give the communicator to Stigma.
"Yes, Sensei," she grumbled as she sat down and pounted.
Snake Eyes pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, while Stigma rolled her holoform's eyes in annoyance, "Autobot Femme Stigma to Base 2, Decepticon Starscream is nearly finished with rocket. Former Femme Leader is here as well as Optimus Prime; currently she is raping Optimus Prime. Orders?"
"Why do you ask for orders if you know what they're going to do?" asked Jinx sarcastically, "OUCH!"
She rubbed her head from the slap she received from her teacher, who scolded her, *Jinx, that is enough! We have no idea what this insane bitch is capbable of…so we will listen to Stigma and our commanders who do know what she is capabable of! And…that will be one hundred climbs up Eagle's Cliff!*
"Yes, Sensei," she said with awkwardness.
"Stigma, this is Mainframe," they heard over the communicator, "Roger on that last message, back-up on the way. Meet them at bottom of Tin Mountain."
"Confirmed," said Stigma, "Query: Estimate time until attack?"
There was silence for a moment, until another voice came over the communicator, "Stigma this is Scarlet, we'll be attacking as soon as the sun is up. Base: 2, out."
At Snake Eyes's Cabin…
"Mainframe," ordered Scarlet as she went back outside, "Tell Base 1 what is going on, and that we're on our way to the launch site!"
"Got it," he confirmed as he quickly done what she ordered.
As soon she was outside, the Autobots and Joes were waiting for the command to go; she looked toward Marrisa Fairborne and General Hawk, "Starscream is nearly done, we better get moving!"
Marrisa nodded her head in agreement, "Autobots, transform!" she ordered as she transformed into her Land Rover form.
"Joes, let's go!" shouted Hawk as he hopped into the Land Rover, "Yo, Joe!"
"Yo, Joe!" they yelled back to him as they hopped into the various Autobots.
"Roll out!" commanded Marrisa as she started her engine and let them into the final battle with the psycho femme.
Meanwhile…at the Ark…in the Command Center…
Bombshell was bored, sure Cybertrion mythology was interesting…but she wanted some action! She looked over at Ratchet, who was dozing in the chair, she wondered if she couldn't just…
As if reading her processor, Ratchet opened one optic and told her, "No, you're not going for a quick flight."
She pouted, "How…"
"You flyers are all the same," he grumbled as he shifted in his chair, "The only place you're happy is in the air!"
She was about to respond to this comment, when Mainframe's voice came over the comm. channel, "Base 2 to Base 1, they're on the road and the dust up will begin as soon as its daylight."
"Dust up?" asked Ratchet in curiosity.
"Battle," she replied as she answered the comm., "Bombshell, here. Roger that, Base 1. Wish I was there with you…things are boring here as a couple of cumulus clouds!"
Suddenly, the Ark's perimeter alarms rang out, "On the other hand, things are no longer boring," she told him, "Got a bit of a storm here, could be nothing. Call you back later, Base 1 out."
"You just had say it was boring, didn't you?" grumbled Ratchet as he brought his gun out of subspace, "Did Ironhide show you how to shoot our guns before he left?"
"Umm," she replied as she brought out her sidearm that she strapped to her waist, "Not really…all you have to do is point and shoot, right?"
Ratchet groaned out in misery as he ordered, "Stay behind me, and do what I fragging tell you!"
Cautiously they approach the front entrance, before them was a shuttle and has soon as the hatch opened; Sludge came racing out with a beaming smile on his face plate as he cried out, "You Ratchet!"
"Oh, no!" he exclaimed as his creation drew him into a big hug and lifted him off the ground.
"Me Sludge miss You Ratchet, so much!" he shouted in joy as tears rolled down his face.
"Air," he choked out, "Need air!"
"I take it you know him, sir," commented Bombshell as she tried not snicker at the sight.
"He does," said Rodimus Prime as he came out of the shuttle, "Sludge, I know you have missed him; but his going to die before he is destined too if you keep hugging him like that!"
"Oh!" exclaimed Sludge in embarrassment as he let his creator go, "Me Sludge sorry, but Me Sludge missed You Ratchet!"
"I can tell," Ratchet squeaked out as he tried to regain is breath and stared at the red, orange, and yellow Autobot whom had flames on his chest plate, "Rodimus Prime, I presume?"
Rodimus smirked at him as he answered with his optics glowing white, "Yes, by the way…where is my mate? I really do need her…"
Ratchet wearily sighed as he closed his optics and pinched his nose bridge in aggravation, "I slagging hate the Prime Heritage!" He opened his optics and stared at the young Prime in exasperation, "She's gone to Death Valley in order to deal with your insane mother!"
Rodimus scowled in fury as he asked sarcastically, "Why do I get the feeling I am not going to like what my wacko mother is up too, now?"
"You're not," snapped out Ratchet and then his face took on a gleeful look as he watched Prowl as well as a femme that seem to be related to Wheeljack come out of the shuttle. "Prowl, Prowl," he said as he tried to hold back his laughter, "I see Swoop or First Aid have put you in your new body, and I am so proud of my little sparkling in doing such a good job in designing it! Tell me, have you received any interesting proposals yet?"
Prowl looked at his old friend in a mixture of sadness and fury, "Ratchet don't start," he warned, "the past few cycles for me have been bad enough!"
"That means you have!" crowed out Ratchet in delight as he fell on the ground laughing his spark out.
Prowl sighed resignedly as he watched the medic laughing hysterically, his attention was so focused on the medic; he almost missed the unknown femme coming up to Prime and saluting him, "Bombshell, reporting for duty, sir! General Hawk has recently transferred me to your unit!"
At her words, the Autobots from the future stared at her in shock, finally Rodimus Prime shouted out, "What in the slag are you talking about?!"
She chuckled out nervously, "Umm…I was human and part of the G. I. Joe team, but Blackarachia via Starscream turned me into a Cybertrion; and since Silverstar stated that there were no femme seekers on the Autobot side at this particular point in time…"
Prowl groaned out loud in misery as he slapped his face in frustration, "Psyche Out…you could have given me a little bit of warning!"
Rodimus sighed in despair as his processor picked up on Prowl's train of thought, "More paperwork and every single flying Autobot we got is going to be after her like a petro rabbit in heat!" He gave another deep sigh, and then he glared down at Ratchet who was laughing even more at their predicament, "If you're finished…would you mind telling us what the fragg is that glitch of a mother of mine up to now?!"
Still chuckling, Ratchet got off the ground and explained.
A few moments later…
"Terrific," grumbled Rodimus as he closed his optics and pinched his nose bridge in aggravation; after a moment he looked up and ordered, "Boomer you stay here, and help Bombshell in keeping the Prowl of this time from finding out about what's going on here as well as trying to keep Ratchet from tearing the Ark apart!"
Ratchet's optics narrowed in suspicion, "Why would I be tearing the Ark apart?"
"Prime, do I have to?!" she pleaded as she looked at him desperately; "Preceptor and I heard his 'message' to First Aid all the way in Uncle Jack's lab!"
"Message to First Aid?" growled out Ratchet as the uneasy hunch he had earlier returned, "Why do I get the feeling that this has something to do with Grimlock's short list?!"
"Yes, you do Boomer," Rodimus ordered as he grabbed Bombshell by the arm and led her some distance away, "And as for you…"
Prowl looked over at his old friend, "You might as well keep Grimlock's short list; there is a 89 percent possibility that Optimus Prime will not believe what Ultra Magnus does in the future without him reading it."
"Okay," drawled out Ratchet as he stared at the young Prime and the new seeker, he noticed that he handed her a data cube, "Prowl…Rodimus Prime didn't answer my earlier questions…"
"I believe," interrupted Prowl as he looked at him sorrowfully, "What you told my past self the other day would be perfect in telling you something similar now…you'll just 'love' reading the medical logs that we brought to you."
Ratchet closed his optics as he slowly counted to ten in several different languages, finally he opened his optics and he gave Prowl a furious glare, "I'll 'love' it, hmmm? Why do I have a hunch it will be the exact opposite of the definition for the word love?!"
Rodimus Prime came back to them as he asked Prowl and Sludge, "Ready to roll?"
"Me Sludge say yes!" he exclaimed as he prepared to take flight.
"In a moment, Prime," said Prowl as he quickly whispered something into Boomer's audio; as he moved away from her he exclaimed, "Ready, Prime!"
"Then let's go," ordered Prime as he took off into the air, soon the others were following him.
Ratchet gave a deep sigh, and then furiously turned his attention to the femme that looked like Wheeljack, "I assume…Boomer, that your Wheeljack's niece?"
"Yes," she confirmed as she tried to sneak backwards into the Ark, "Oh! I here the comm. channel calling…be right back!"
Ratchet growled as his optics turned briefly white, "Bombshell, what's on that fragging data cube that Rodimus Prime just gave you?!"
"I don't know," she replied apprehensively as she slowly backed away from him, "But, he told me not to give it to you for an hour; he also mentioned something about not wanting their audios shattered again." And with those words, she followed Boomer's direction into the Ark.
Ratchet's optic twitched as he watched her runaway, he put his gun away into sub space and took out his wrench; he tapped it thoughtfully in his other hand, "First Aid," he hissed out, "You had really better be praying to Primus for mercy!"
As soon as Ratchet said this…on Cybertron…
First Aid shivered in fear as he looked up from patching up Blades from the fight he had with Astrotrain; his brother looked at him in concern, "Something wrong, bro?"
"I don't know," he replied absentmindedly, "I just got this sudden feeling that I need to start praying to Primus!"
"About what?" asked Blades.
"I don't know," repeated First Aid, then he shrugged his shoulders and went back to work on his brother, "It's probably nothing Blades, just my over active imagination."
A few moments later…on the road toward Tin Mountain…
"Roger that Mainframe," said Hawk, "Out." He looked down at the dashboard of the Land Rover, "Looks like I'll get to meet you're young…err…mech, soon."
"Yes," she purred out to him, "Finally…I'll have him…my mate."
Hawk gave a deep sigh as he suggested, "Marrisa, you need to tell the others and concentrate on the task on hand; you can fuck him all you want later!"
She let out a hiss of sexual frustration, "Later…it's always, later!" she spat out as she opened her comm. channel, "Femme Leader to group…our back up is in this time and on their way! They'll meet us at the rendezvous point!"
At the same time in the air over northern California…
'Soon,' Rodimus Prime thought to himself, "I'll get her to relax with a bit massage wax, and then I'll…ouch!'
He rubbed his helm as he once again felt a cold hand hitting him and a familiar femme muttering, "The first thing you're going to do is bond with her, so I can give her something special and your mother a piece of my processor! So, just wait until later to fragg her, Rodimus!"
"Later," he hissed out in sexual frustration, "It's always slagging later!"
"Something wrong, Prime?" asked Prowl in concern.
"Nothing," he growled out aggravation, "Absolutely nothing!"
An hour later…at the bottom of Tin Mountain…near sunrise…
The ninjas watched as three Autobots landed near them, Stigma came out of her hiding place and saluted, "Salutations: Rodimus Prime, leader of the Autobots; SIC Prowl, and Dinobot Sludge."
"Stigma," greeted Prime and then looked over at the human ninjas that came up beside her; "who are your friends?"
A few moments later…
Rodimus Prime watched eagerly as a group of vehicles made their way toward them, leading them was a gold and white Land Rover with blue flames. He instinctively knew that this was his mate; he growled impatiently as she stopped and let her driver out.
His engine revved fervently as she greeted him, "Rodimus."
"Marrisa," he purred out as his optics roamed over her vehicle form, "transform…I need you."
"Mmm," she said coyly as she shifted on her wheels, "No." Quickly, before anyone could blink, she drove away from them.
Snarling in frustration, Rodimus transformed, "Marrisa…I am not in the mood for any games!" he shouted out as he chased after her.
Ironhide sighed aggravation as he let Scarlet out of him and transformed, he looked over at Gadget whom transformed as well as letting Psyche Out and Lifeline out of her, "What the slag is that all about, Hatchet Jr.?!" he shouted out, "Optimus and Elita never did anything like that!"
"Elita was never approved by the Matrix, remember?" she replied sarcastically as she folded her arms, "According to the medical journal, this is perfectly normal…they've are entering the 'chase' stage."
"And how long does this stage last?" asked Lifeline in curiosity.
Noticing the eager stares, she took a deep breath and answered reluctantly, "It depends…the shortest 'chase' was merely a few clicks, the longest lasted for a vorn."
All of the Autobots groaned out in agony, as the humans looked at them confusion; noticing their confusion, Wheeljack replied, "A click is an hour, a vorn is eighty-three years."
The Joes moaned out misery, "Damm!" cursed out Hawk, "This so-called Prime Heritage is a pain in the ass; particularly, when we were about to go into battle!"
"Tell me about it," grumbled Gadget as she looked around at their motley group, "Sludge…did mech girl come with you and Prime? Did Swoop managed to put him into his new body?"
Sludge rolled his optics in irritation, "Me Sludge say that Him Swoop did and Him Prowl did come with Me Sludge and Him Prime." He pointed in the direction of the Ubehebe Crater, "Him Prowl went that way near Her Blackarachia, waiting until we attack."
With the exception of Gadget, they looked at the Dinobot in confusion; finally Jinx asked, "How can he get that close when Sensei, Stigma, and I couldn't?"
Gadget chuckled ruthlessly as she answered for Sludge, "He's got a new ability that Boomer developed, and I can't believe it actually works!"
At the same time...at the Ark…in the Command Center…
Bombshell gently placed the data cube into Ratchet's waiting hand as soon as he had it, he stormed out saying, "Keep an audio out, I'll be right back!"
Boomer winced in fear as she gave the seeker a pair of audio plugs, "Here, I made these to block him out and allow us to listen out for any comm. calls."
"Uh," she asked with hesitation, "How do I put these on? And why do we need them…I realize he's going to be angry at something from the future, but he can't yell that loud…can he?"
Boomer grunted in disagreement as she put the audio plugs into Bombshell's audios, "Oh…to be naïve again over a Hatchet's rage!" she exclaimed sarcastically, "Can you hear me?"
"Loud and clear," she replied as she looked at her in wonder, "Hatchet?"
"You'll find out," grumbled Boomer, "And the bad thing about it…we'll probably have to hear it again when Gadget finds out the reason for her promotion."
Ten minutes later…Ubehebe Crater…
They slowly crept toward the launch site, Snake Eyes heard Prowl say in his earplug/communicator, "The two lovers are headed this way, in 3.5 seconds…they will make a perfect discretion. Sludge, help me deal with Optimus Prime; the rest of you good luck!"
Snake Eyes grunted in agreement as he thought, 'Based on what Scarlet and Stigma told me, we're going to need it!'
A few seconds later…
Blackarachia cackled in glee, "Soon beloved," she purred out as she stroke Optimus Prime's chest plate, "Soon, our little sparkling's mate will be appropriate and we will have an army large enough to take back Cybertron as well as to destroy every Decepticon in existence!" She scowled at Starscream, "Slave..fi…what the fragg?!" she yelled out as she and Optimus Prime were nearly run down by a Land Rover.
She hissed out in disgust, "Beloved, des…AGGAH!" she bellowed out as she was flung away from Optimus Prime's grasp. Looking up from where she landed, she immediately noticed a familiar Windabago going after the Land Rover. "Our sparkling is here?" she muttered as she stood up, "Whom…" before she could finish her sentence she was struck in the shoulder by an energon shot. Turning around, her optics widen as a group of Autobots and humans charged toward her.
The humans were yelling, "Yo, Joe!"
The Autobot were yelling at the same time, "Till all are one!"
"AGGAH!" she screamed out in rage, "GET THEM!"
Starscream transformed and took to the skies; while Optimus Prime was about to fire his gun at the charging army, his gun was suddenly kicked away from him by a blurry figure.
He looked around trying to find whoever stole his gun, but he was immediately punched in the face by Sludge whom said, "Me Sludge say sorry."
Meanwhile…
Starscream was firing down at the Gadget and Silverstar; Gadget cursed as she tried to find some cover, "Fragg! We need to do something to get that slagger down!"
Silverstar grumbled as she prepared to jump, "I can't believe I am actually processing doing this!" As soon as he got close enough, she jumped on top of him, shouting, "If my brothers find out I am doing Jet Judo…I'll never hear the fragging end of it!"
In the meantime…
Blackarachia hissed in fury as she noticed that the humans were racing toward the rocket, "Oh, no you don't!" she exclaimed and was about to fire on them, when Ironhide punched her in the face.
"That's for Chromia!" he exclaimed as he fired his cannon at her, she ducked, and was about to shoot out her webs…when Stigma's electric knife plunged into her hand.
She hissed out in pain as the volts of electricity raced up her arm, and looked in the ninja Autobot's direction, "Upset that your creator figure is gone, Stigma?" she taunted as she pulled the knife out and flung it to the ground.
Stigma growled out, "Statement: You will pay, dearly!" Her optics narrowed in fury at the insane femme, until she noticed two vehicles coming in their direction; swiftly, she shoved Ironhide out of the way.
Blackarachia frowned as she turned around, and then quickly dove out of the way as the two vehicles nearly ran her down, "Fragg! Who in Primus's name is my sparkling chasing?"
Ironhide sighed as he got up, "Thanks," he told Stigma, and then gestured to his old friend, "I'll let you deal with her…I just had to get one punch in for my mate."
Stigma nodded her head in acceptance, and quickly jumped on top of the insane femme…trying to pin her down in order to give her a shot from the syringe that Prowl had given her earlier.
Meanwhile…
Scarlet was trying to figure out how to disarm the rocket; when Wheeljack came up beside her, "Need a hand?" he asked as he knelt down beside her.
"Just as long as you don't blow this fucking thing up!" she exclaimed as she watched her follow Joes move around them in order to provide them cover in case they were attack while they were working.
In the meantime…
Rodimus had finally had enough of chasing his mate and decided to do something a bit drastic; he pulled away from following her...and went on a different path in order to intercept her. As he watched her driving, unknowingly toward him…he transformed and crouched down waiting…as soon as she was close enough, he jumped on top of her.
"Marrisa," he purred out as he grabbed on to her, "Transform…I need you! You are my mate…I need you!"
She transformed, but not into her robot form, but into her saber tooth tiger form; she bit him hard enough to make him let her go…and then it was her turn to be on top. She growled out as she transformed and straddled him, "My mate…mine…where you should be…below me."
He growled back at her, and then moaned in desire as she kissed him; their tongues dueling one another for dominance. He's hands travel up her aft, her back, grabbed on to her arms, and then he flipped over with her below him.
She hissed out in frustration as she struggled underneath, him, "No!"
"Yes!" he roared out in desire as he flipped her over, and pinned her arms behind her back; swiftly, he brought out Prowl's old handcuffs from sub space and he hastily bound her hands together. He flipped her over again, onto her back, "Now, who is below?" he asked as he leered down at her,
"Rodimus," she exclaimed as she struggled beneath him, "Let me go, so I can fuck you!"
"Not," he told her as he nipped her lip, "until," he nibbled down to her chin, "we decide who is the dominate one in this relationship," he stopped as gave her body a good look. "My mate," he growled out to her in desire, "I am telling you right now…I am not going to be the one who is on the bottom on our berth!"
"It won't be me!" she exclaimed as she shifted beneath him, trying to escape.
"Really?" he drawled out as explored her chest plate with one hand and used the other to pinch a wire below her hip plate, "We'll see about that." He nipped down to her chest plate and ran his tongue over one flame, "You look and taste delicious!" he growled at her and then smirked in pleasure as he felt her shiver in desire. He continued his task until; he reached her front port, "Hmmm," he muttered as he looked up at her with mischief shinning in his optics, "I bet you really taste mouth-watering," he traced her front port with one finger, "here!"
"Roddy!" she whimpered out, yearning for him, "Please…just fuck me!"
"But, we haven't decided who is going to be the dominant one in this relationship," he chided to her as he spread her legs and place his head near her front port, "When your ready to admit defeat…tell me. In the meantime, I'm quite hungry for some…dessert…as the humans would say, and you're the dessert!"
She started moaning in desire as he started to suck on her front port, licking up the lubricant that was coming off of her.
Meanwhile…
Silverstar was holding on for dear life as Starscream tried to throw her down…finally he crashed on to the ground, taking her with him. She groaned out in agony as she got up off top of him, "Pit, how in the name of Primus do those slag head, idiot brothers of mine can stand doing that?!"
Starscream by this time had transformed and was holding his gun on the fallen femme, when suddenly someone jumped on top of him from behind, "Gotcha!" Gadget screamed out as she hastily put in audio plugs into Starscream's audios.
As she quickly got off of him, Starscream blinked for a moment, and then properly threw up; as he finished, he screeched out to them, "That crazy femme made me suck Prime's spike!" Then he knelt down on to the ground, and threw up again.
Gadget growled out in disgust as she went to check on Silverstar, "From what I heard on what you Decepticons do to your 'pleasure slaves'…you fragging deserve a taste of what you do them!"
At the same time…
Ironhide and Sludge were busy dealing with Optimus Prime. Finally, Ironhide punched him into Sludge's waiting arms, "Hold him until I get out some audio plugs!" he shouted.
A blurry figure appeared, and stopped in front of Optimus Prime, "No need, Ironhide," stated Prowl as he placed the audio plugs within his former leader.
Optimus blinked as Sludge slowly let him go, then he dropped to the ground and started throwing up energon out of his tanks; Sludge immediately stroked the much loved leader's back in comfort, "Me Sludge say you safe now You Optimus Prime."
While the Dinobot was comforting him; Ironhide took his first good look at Prowl…and dropped down on the ground beside Optimus Prime, laughing hysterically, "Pit! I wish I could have seen your face when you saw yourself for the first time in your new shell, Prowl!"
Prowl sighed wearily as he rubbed his forehead in aggravation, "When this is over…I am going to have a very long talk with Gadget!"
In the meantime…
Stigma was about to give Blackarachia a shot with the syringe; when the insane femme threw her off, shouting, "How dare you try to sedate me…you little Decepticon glitch!"
Stigma hissed out in fury at the words and the broken syringe that now lay on the ground beside her hand. She got up and growled, "Statement: I am an Autobot! You have forgotten what that means, Elita One!"
"Aagggh!" she screamed out as she attempted to kill the femme ninja, "I am Blackarachia now…and I do know what it means to be an Autobot!"
Hearing her words, Sludge looked up at her and exclaimed, "You Blackarachia don't! If You Blackarachia do know what means to be Autobot, You Blackarachia wouldn't have raped Him Optimus Prime!"
"You dumb fool!" she shouted as she started toward Sludge's and Optimus Prime's direction, however she was stopped with Prowl and Ironhide blocking her, "He is my mate and I am the dominate one in our relationship! He does what I tell him to do!"
"Not when it's against his will, Elita," stated Prowl calmly as he aimed his gun at her, "I am one hundred percent certain the entire time you were fragging him he was silently screaming at you to stop!"
Blackarachia rolled her optics in annoyance as she drawled out, "Prowl; despite your new look…you don't know a fragging thing about bonded mates!"
She was about to continue her rant, when she heard Wheeljack exclaimed, "We got it…the rocket's disarmed! And we didn't blow it sky high either!"
"WHAT?!" bellowed out Blackarachia in rage, "AAGGH…FINE…PROWL…LET'S SEE HOW YOU AND YOUR LITTLE GROUP OF MEDDLERS HANDLE THIS!"
She started to transform, the nannites within her making her bigger and more horrifying; Prowl and Hawk quickly ordered at the same time, "Fall back!"
She grew until she reached the size of Metroplex in his robot form; the top half of her was in her usual femmish figure, however the bottom half was a giant, eight-legged spider. She cackled out harshly, "Still think you can stop me, Prowl?!"
Prowl growled out in aggravation, as he and the others duck for cover, he called out over the comm. channel, "Prowl to Rodimus Prime…"
Meanwhile, as this was going on…
Rodimus Prime growled in pleasure as he caused his mate to have her first overload; he took one last lick form her front port, looked up at her, and asked, "Give up?"
"Yes," she panted out in defeat, "As long as I can be on top some of the time. Now, would you please fuck me, already?!"
"Agreed," he purred out as he moved his head away from her front port, and was just about to release his spike in order to claim her, when Prowl's voice came over his comm. channel.
"Prowl to Rodimus Prime," he called out, "Blackarachia has transformed into a gestalt sized Cybertrion; we fragging need help now!"
Rodimus hissed out in fury as he traced a transforming seem on her chest plate, "Blast that slagging mother of mine! She's become a giant, and they need back up in defeating her!"
Suddenly they both heard a femme voice in their heads, "Bond…not fragg, bond and then receive the power to defeat her!"
They stared into each other optics for a moment, finally Marrisa hissed out furiously, "Why the hell not?! I am getting absolutely tired…"
"Of the insane glitch!" finished Rodimus as he gently made circles around her chest plate; he thought for a moment, then let out a deep sigh as he released her from the handcuffs and placed them back into subspace, "Open your chest plate…from what I heard this is going to be more painful than interfacing the first time," he informed her as he partially got off of her.
"I really needed to hear that, Roddy," she grumbled sarcastically as she sat up, put her hands on her chest plate…and swiftly opened it up, allowing him to see her spark for the first time.
"You're spark is beautiful," he cooed at her as he opened his chest plate and then grabbed her by the waist, "I just wish we could do this in a more proper setting."
"You mean on your berth," she gasped out as he pulled her against him, allowing their sparks to connect.
"Exactly," he hissed out in pain as he felt his spark connecting with hers, "After a good frraagg!"
She yelled out with him as their sparks…painfully…became one. She was experiencing his memories of his entire existence, at the same time he was experiencing her former, human lifetime.
He was a sparkling crying out for his mother, but he only received a cold hand on his helm as an eerie, femme voice whispered, "I will take care of you, my little spark…even when no one but you can see me."
She was hunched in a corner, trying to ignore her fighting parents; when her godfather came into her room and sat down beside her. As he drew her into a hug, he quietly said, "They still love you, little Mara; no matter what…they still love you."
He was going to race for the first time; he heard Kup shouting at him to stop being a turbo raving punk and get back here.
She snuck out of her boarding school in order to see the Daytona 500; as she watched the cars flying by, an unfamiliar hand clapped down on her shoulder. She looked up into the Baroness's cruel, but gleeful face.
He was in his first battle, going into hand to hand combat with Black Star. Before the evil con could blink, he had managed to gain the upper hand and swiftly sliced his head from his body.
She watched as Snake Eyes sliced thru her captors, blood was everywhere…later, she cried out in relief into her father's waiting arms.
Soon, the memories became a blur between them as the spark energy built around them; Earth…the EU Academy…the battle for Autobot City…graduation…Unicron…and finally, meeting each other for the very first time.
"Rodimus Prime," she stated as she handed him her official papers, "I am the new, EU representative, Marrisa Fairborne."
He reached down and held out a finger for her to grab onto, "Ms. Fairborne, it's good to meet you." They touched for the very first time and within them their souls leaped in joy.
They screamed out as their sparks finished joining for all time; as they panted in exhaustion, Rodimus released her and as he closed his chest plate, he asked, "Are you all right? I can feel that you're…"
"Exhausted," she finished in a satisfied tone as she closed her chest plates, "I can feel the same from you."
"Congratulations," said an eerie, femme voice within their heads, "But, we have no more time…your comrades are about to be smashed by the glitch. Rodimus take the Matrix out and as soon as you see a ball of light come out; put it back in and the two of you race toward the battle. Don't worry; I'll keep that glitch distracted long enough for you to get there."
Rodimus sighed in frustration as he got completely off of her, stood up, and then reached out to his mate with both hands, "Ready to kick her aft?" he asked as she grabbed hold of his hands, and allowed him to raise her up.
"More than ready," she growled out, "She has caused enough damage in this time as well as the future!"
He snorted in agreement as he took the Matrix out of his chest, it glowed around them and they could hear it singing to them in harmony. Suddenly, a silver ball of light…sprung out of the Matrix at a high rate of speed, toward the war zone. As soon as they watched it go; Rodimus immediately put the Matrix back into his chest and they transformed…racing after the light as well as into battle.
Meanwhile…
Prowl scrambled as he tried to duck from one of Blackarachia's claws, but he was too late; as she raised him into the air, she hissed out, "The race is over for you, Prowl…and I'll be certain to take care of your past self as well!"
As he prepared himself for deactivation, a ball of silver light slammed into her claw making her to screech out in pain; as she involuntarily released him, Silverstar rushed out and dragged him away from the monster. "Are you all right?" she asked in concern.
"Yes," he replied as he watched the ball of light swiping around Blackarachia's face, making her back away from them.
"What the fragg is going on?!" she shouted out as she tried catching the ball of light.
Everyone heard a peculiar femme's voice chuckling around them, "I'll tell you what the fragg is going on…your downfall!"
Blackarachia hissed out in fury as she continued to try catching the ball of light, "Whoever you are…you dare to think you can defeat me?!"
"I dare…because you dared!" the voice shouted out, "You dared to think you could succeed me?!"
Finally stopping her efforts, she bellowed out as she stamped one of her legs on the ground, "WHAT THE SLAG ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! SHOW YOURSELF IF YOU DARE…WHO ARE YOU?!"
The ball of light came close to the ground, "I am the femme who raised Rodimus Prime even though no one but him could see me! I am the femme who taught him to curse appropriately; to fight; to race; to be open minded; to love; to know the difference between what is right and what is wrong!"
As she was speaking, the ball of light formed into a femme; though no one could see her features, "I am the femme who decided to come back from the Matrix…I left my mate and son to raise our only hope against Unicron…and to help him find a worthy mate as well as a proper successor to succeed me!" Slowly, a light lavender femme appeared before them, holding a circular silver blade that was encrusted with glowing sapphires. "I am the mate of Sentinel Prime…I am Aura Primal…and you have never been a proper successor to me, Elita One!"