Jazz's optics flickered with surprise and guilt as he followed Optimus, feeling like a scolded child. He knew he had crossed a line for an Autobot, and now he had to face the consequences of his actions. He wondered how he could have let his jealousy and possessiveness get the better of him. It was not like him to act this way, but he couldn't help himself when it came to Techno. There was something about her that made everything fall into place, he hoped in the next few days he would have patrol alone so that he may contact Soundwave with his newest report. He debated on if he should tell the slender-con about Techno, but then again the slender-con had no feelings so he wouldn't dare take the femme for himself.

The base was quiet as they walked through its halls, the tension between them palpable. Jazz knew he had a lot of explaining and lying to do, and he was prepared to face whatever reprimand Optimus had in store for him. He only hoped that he could find a way to make things right and prove that he was worthy of being part of the team once more.

Welcome to chapter 6 of Anarchy

and so it continues…

Technoblade sat on the railing of a walkway she had found her attention fixed on the bustling activity below. The Autobots were gathered around the atrium, eagerly awaiting the arrival of two human children being brought in by Arcee and Bumblebee. Swinging her legs lightly, she hummed a soft tune to herself, finding comfort in the rhythmic melody.

Underneath her, Cliffjumper and Blaster stood watchfully, ready to catch her if she were to accidentally slip, though their true intention was to shield her from Jazz's unwanted advances.

"What'cha singing there, Techno?" Blaster inquired, glancing up at her from his spot below. Technoblade shrugged, unsure how to convey the intricacies of human behavior to the inquisitive bot. "Dunno…I tend to just hum whatever I'm feeling," she admitted, though in actuality, it was a simple melody imprinted into her mind by the Anarchy god called Woe to the people of order. The song told the tale of his life and battles, but somehow, she couldn't help but it also mirrored her own experiences in life and her own battles.

As Techno continued to hum, her mind briefly wandered to Jazz, the bot who had become increasingly volatile and jealous. She knew something was off with him, and it troubled her deeply. She couldn't shake the feeling that this imposter was hiding something behind those ever-shifting optics—bright Autobot blue turning to startling amber. It just didn't feel right to her.

That was the moment Bee and Arcee came into the base carrying three human kids - two teens and a middle schooler. Techno took a second look just to confirm that there were indeed three kids, instead of the two that had been reported. "I thought you said there were only two of them," Ratchet grumpily spoke up from his place by the medical area. "Haven't you heard, Humans Multiply," Arcee retorted with annoyance at being caught by yet another human kid.

Techno observed quietly as most of the bots seemed uncomfortable around the teenage girl, who was bombarding Bulkhead with a million questions, not letting him speak aside from his name. "Hey! Motormouth…Shut up and let a bot answer," Techno yelled, causing all three kids to look up at her. "It's Miko, Miko Nakadai!" The teen girl yelled back with a glare, as if Techno was infringing on something that was hers.

Rolling her eyes, Techno just ignored the girl's outburst, though Cliffjumper and Blaster gave Miko a light glare, as they wouldn't tolerate anyone being disrespectful to their girl. Jumping off the platform, Techno landed on Cliffjumper's shoulder and slid to sit there like a bird. "Disrespectful brat," Cliff muttered, giving Techno a look out of the corner of his optic.

"Ignore it, Cliff, and hopefully Ironhide spread the info that I gave him this morning," Techno said, reaching out to gently rub her hand on Cliffjumper's cheek plating. "We all got a lecture and a packet when you were with Ratchet… also, how was the Hatchet at kissing, not as good as me, right?" Cliff grinned, trying to lighten the mood and teasingly comparing his kissing skills to Ratchet's.

Techno smirked at Cliff's playful jealousy, knowing he always wanted to be the best for her. "I'm telling him you called him that. Also, he is more firm and just as commanding as you are, so… I'd say the same," she replied, playfully nudging Cliffjumper's helm with her finger. This caused Cliff to pout at not being better than the medic, but he silently vowed to be better than any bot that would dare to kiss this femme.

As they bantered, Optimus joined in to talk to the kids, giving them an abridged version of the Cybertronian war without any of the horrors, knowing they were just kids and didn't need to know the grim details. Techno refocused on the main group as the Autobots began introducing themselves to the kids. It was a bit stiff, but overall, it was a friendly exchange.

Optimus then turned to the trio of kids and said, "Allow me to introduce the only other human amidst my troops. This is Technoblade Sebredotter, and her main guardian is Cliffjumper. Her guardian may change based on what bot is available at the time, but as you three are young, your guardians will remain the same." Techno gave a half-hearted wave to the kids down below. Miko, being the hyper teen girl she was, gave Techno a glare before blinking at her name. It sounded familiar to Miko, but she couldn't quite place where she had heard it before.

The teen boy tried to speak up, but an alarm and flashing lights suddenly went off, making the kids freak out. The boy asked, "What is that?" in a slightly scared tone. Bumblebee responded with his usual beeping sounds :Oh, that's just telling us someone is outside, on top of the base: which Techno chuckled at, knowing that most people wouldn't be able to understand him. However, to her surprise, the youngest kid said, "He said that's the Proximity sensor, someone's up top."

Impressed by the kid's quick understanding, Techno praised, "Nicely done, kid! I thought I would have to translate BeeBee's speech, but you beat me to it." She looked over at Bee, who was blushing at being called BeeBee in front of everyone. "I thought we were the only humans that knew about you guys," the teen boy nervously fumbled over his words. Techno grinned mischievously as she decided to provide some clarity. "Ah, that's where I should jump in. The Autobots are in a decommissioned Cold War missile silo. The United States Government has to know about them, which means… This guy is the Autobot Liaison for military and government reasons. Am I right, Optimus?" Techno smirked as the cameras outside caught sight of a helicopter landing on the landing pad.

"Technoblade is correct. Agent William Fowler is the Autobot Liaison to the outside," Optimus confirmed, smiling lightly as he turned to Techno with a nod.

"Alright, kids, time to hide. I'm gonna do the same. I'm not supposed to be here either," Techno said, as she gracefully jumped off Cliff's shoulder and landed silently on the floor. She motioned for the kids to follow her, and they all quickly ran off in a random direction, finding cover behind a pillar. Just in time, the door to the elevator hissed open, and out walked a chubby man with black hair, tan skin, and an attitude that rivaled a wet cat.

"Thirty-seven wrecks, three-hundred-thirty-four fender benders, a three-hour traffic jam, and on a particular note, numerous reports of a speeding motorcycle of unknown make, a black-and-yellow custom muscle car, a large black truck, and a set of red and yellow Lamborghinis! So, anything you care to get off your tin chest, Prime?" The agent demanded, walking up to the guard railing near Optimus.

Ever the calm and collected leader, Optimus spoke, "We have everything under control, Agent Fowler." The Agent crossed his arms with a silent huff. "They're back, aren't they?" The government jockey asked with a raised eyebrow.

"If you are referring to the Decepticons, then I have doubts they ever left. The planet Earth is much too valuable," Optimus replied, walking closer to the railing to ensure that the Agent didn't look around.

"Then it's time to wake up the Pentagon," the agent glared up at the Autobot leader. "Hear me, Agent Fowler. We are your best, possibly your only defense against the Decepticon threat," Optimus tried to reason with the stubborn man.

As the tense conversation continued, Techno remained hidden, watching and making sure that the kids didn't move into the line of sight of the agent. After so many years, the government still put a bad taste in her mouth and an unusually dangerous sense. She was wary of their motives and what they might do if they demanded the Autobots' turn over their technologies.

Missing the rest of the exchange, the kids and Techno filed out from where they hid once the agent had left. "Well, that… was ballsy for a guy," Techno muttered softly, to which Bulkhead laughed heartily. "I know, big bearings for a human."

"Agent Fowler is concerned for his world, Bulkhead, as he should be. There is much to the human race that we do not understand, and even less of their culture," Optimus spoke, his voice carrying a sense of understanding.

Techno nodded in agreement, her mind still mulling over the encounter. It was a reminder that even though they were allies, there would always be aspects of each other's worlds that remained foreign and perhaps even intimidating. She couldn't blame Agent Fowler for being wary, but she hoped that this Agent wouldn't put her friends in more danger than they should be. She could handle a war with decepticons but she knew they wouldn't be able to handle a war on two fronts, the human and decepticons.

As the group moved on, Techno found herself lost in thought, not realizing she was standing near Prowl until he bent down and scooped her up in his hand to prevent her from being accidentally stepped on. Squeaking softly, she grabbed one of his fingers to balance herself. "Apologies, Techno. You were lost in thought, and we just received an unknown life signal popping up on scans. You... were in the... way. I-I'm sorry," Prowl spoke, starting off strong but faltering as he looked down at Techno and into her eyes.

Techno was impressed that she could have such an effect on a stoic and disciplined bot like Prowl. It made her feel kinda special, knowing that even the most reserved Autobots could be affected by her presence.

"No worries, Prowl," Techno replied with a warm smile, trying to ease his apparent flusteredness. "I should be more mindful of where I'm standing." Techno's smile seemed to have an even greater effect on Prowl, causing him to blush lightly as he turned away, gently depositing her onto the platform catwalk. His typically stoic demeanor momentarily softened in her presence, and it made Techno feel special and cherished.

The tender moment was met with Miko's scoff of jealousy, clearly displayed in her eyes as she watched from the platform. Though most of the bots around them remained oblivious to the brewing tension, Blaster and Sunstreaker, both astute in their own ways, noticed the girl's reaction.

Blaster being the Autobot communications officer he had to be very observant for varying reasons, Substreaker while being one of the Autobot frontliners was trained as a sniper and was an avid artist in his offtime so he had to be observant, just not as much as Blaster. Their keen senses picked up on the unspoken emotions.

Techno easily noticed the glare and jealousy coming from Miko, not one to be easily rattled, simply chose to ignore Miko's glare. She hoped that with time, the girl would come to understand and accept her presence among the Autobots and chill the fuck out. Unfortunately Techno knew how most girls like Miko were since she herself had to deal with her type before. Miko wanted the shiny new toys for herself and didn't want to share, which meant Techno had to warn the Bots not to be completely alone with the girl.

Optimus turned to the group, and began, his voice steady and commanding. "Prowl, Bulkhead, Arcee, Ironhide, Bumblebee, and the Twins, With me. Jazz, you're on patrol around Jasper, Blaster monitor Decepticon frequencies. Ratchet, you're on the Groundbridge. Cliffjumper stay with Technoblade and the children. Autobots Roll out," he finished, his sense of purpose evident as he led the way towards the Groundbridge. The Autobots swiftly fell into their assigned roles, each aware of the importance of their tasks.

Jazz, though clearly disappointed at not being part of the main group, accepted his patrol assignment with a nod, ready to safeguard the area around Jasper from any Decepticon threats, a task that seemed to irk him slightly, but he knew better than to argue with Optimus Prime's orders. The task gave him the opportunity to communicate with soundwave on human frequency channels to warn the Decepticons and give his first report in about six months of being radio silent.

Blaster, ever dedicated to his role as the Autobot communications officer, took up the position to monitor Decepticon frequencies, ensuring crucial information would reach the team.

Meanwhile, Cliffjumper remained faithfully by Technoblade's side, ready to protect her and the three children. He knew that Techno was valuable as a member of their team, and possibly so much more, safeguarding the children's well-being was secondary in his mind.

As the group prepared to depart through the Groundbridge, their determination and seriousness made everyone fall silent, possibly nervous about the impending mission. Ratchet expertly opened the Groundbridge, and the main team swiftly ran through the green swirling vortex, disappearing from view. Jazz nodded at Ratchet before transforming into his sleek blue, black, and silver Corvette alt-mode, speeding off to patrol outside of Jasper, Nevada's perimeter.

With the main team gone, Techno hopped off the platform and onto Cliffjumper's broad shoulder, seeking a moment of respite and normalcy amidst the chaos. "Well, today has been…really fucking weird, hasn't it?" she said with a mix of amusement and incredulity, trying to lighten the mood.

Cliffjumper's warm chuckle reverberated through his chest as he continued, "You've been handling it like a champ, Techno. We're lucky to have you here." With a gentle touch, he caressed her cheek with one of his large digits, a gesture that filled Techno with a sense of comfort and affection. She reciprocated by placing her hand on Cliffjumper's faceplates, a silent expression of gratitude and trust.

Amidst the tender moment, Techno could hear the kids talking to Ratchet about the Groundbridge and something about Tokyo. She observed how Ratchet seemed a bit exasperated, likely due to the teenagers' incessant questioning and their smaller stature compared to the Autobots. Techno couldn't help but smile at the thought; she understood Ratchet's perspective, as these young humans lacked the bold colors and distinct features that made Autobots stand out. Compared to her vibrant hair, they did seem relatively bland and unremarkable.

As the kids' conversation continued, Cliffjumper's deep voice rumbled softly, "You really are a gem to have here, even Ratchet seems more calm. He would have made more snarky remarks to those kids by now" He joked making Techno laugh softly. She glanced over at the medic, who seemed mildly annoyed by the kids' presence, but he was surprisingly patient with them. "Heya Ratch, I'm getting Decepticon chatter over human lines…" Blaster's urgent voice interrupted, redirecting everyone's attention to Ratchet's computer screens.

The atmosphere turned anxious as Blaster continued, "Ratchet, get Optimus and the crew out now! Decepticon Sideways made contact and had inside intel on the Op that is going down. Optimus and others are in danger! Contacting them now, Open Groundbridge!"

Ratchet immediately sprang into action, urgency driving him to operate the Groundbridge and Blaster established communication with Optimus and the rest of the Autobots. Techno's heart raced as she watched the tension and worry etched on the Autobots' faces.

:Blaster to Optimus, Decepticons had inside intel, get out the spy Sideways leaked your location and Op Get out now!:

:This is Optimus, Starscream just blew the energon mine. We need an emergency evac. Ratchet Groundbridge!:

"Come on, come on," Blaster muttered as they waited for the Groundbridge to open. The seconds felt like an eternity as they held their breath, hoping to hear from Optimus and the team. Finally, the green swirling vortex appeared, the Autobot crew driving through in a panic. Techno calmed slightly at the sight of all Autobots coming through relatively unharmed only to freeze and an unknown purple bot dove through the open bridge.

Reacting on instinct, Techno grabbed the closest object, which happened to be Arcee since she had been leaning on Cliffjumper for support. Without thinking, Techno threw the object at the unknown bot. But before she could process what was happening, Arcee used the momentum of being thrown to her advantage, delivering a powerful kick to the Decepticon's faceplates, sending it crashing to the floor.

Techno's heart raced with a mix of fear and admiration for Arcee's quick thinking and combat skills. The chaos of the moment enveloped them, but Techno knew they needed to act fast to neutralize the threat. Blaster, Cliffjumper, and the others immediately moved to support Arcee, forming a united front against the Decepticon intruder.

The unknown bot recovered quickly, transforming into a very standard vehicle mode. Techno jumped off of Cliff and ran to get away from the area knowing there would be a dangerous fight. Techno could feel the tension in the air as the Autobots readied themselves for a fierce battle. She knew that they were in a dire situation, facing an unexpected and dangerous enemy.

Moving her foot she felt something against her leg, looking down Techno spotted her broadsword leaned up against the stairs. Picking it up she looked at the sharp blade and hoped it would be enough if this Decepticon were to attack her.

Then, the fight began, the Decepticon, very obviously desperate in its movements and need for survival was doing a lot of risky moves to ensure it lived. Transforming from bot to Altmode. The battle seemed to stretch on but it really was only a few moments. Time dilation, common for battles and warriors.

The Decepticon then hit a blast on Cliffjumper, his shoulder nearly had a hole going through him. The moment the Decepticon struck Cliffjumper, Techno's world shattered. Panic and horror surged through her as she witnessed her guardian being wounded. In that moment, everything around her seemed to fade away, and her vision narrowed to a deep crimson red.

Driven by an overwhelming surge of pure rage, Techno's instincts took over. She swiftly grabbed her broadsword and shifted into a javelin stance, the weapon gleaming in her grasp. With all her strength and determination, she launched the sword straight at the Decepticon drone, its blade finding its mark as it pierced the enemy's optic band.

The Decepticon let out a screech of agony and staggered backward, disoriented by Techno's precise and unexpected attack. The Autobots froze at the suddenness and shock of the sword appearing. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breaths came in quick bursts, but she didn't stop. With a surge of determination, she sprinted forward, running straight up the Decepticon's leg, torso, and up to its faceplates. Gripping the broadsword embedded into the drone's optic band, she ripped it from the Decepticon's head with no mercy, causing it to screech again in pain.

In a lightning-fast motion, Techno swiped her sword across the drone's neck cables, slicing through them with incredible precision and power. The Decepticon's head was severed from its body, and it fell to the ground with a thud, lifeless.

Dropping to the floor, Techno landed on her feet in a crouch, her blade still extended, allowing the others to see the blue energon dripping off the silver blade. If any Autobot paid extremely close attention to the blade, they would have seen the silver of the blade gleam slightly translucent blue. As the red crimson slowly faded from her vision, exhaustion washed over her like a tidal wave. She had acted on pure adrenaline and instinct, something she trained not to do, but in her panic she let her body dictate her moves which in the end made her exhausted.

Techno's grip on the sword loosened, and the weapon fell from her hand with a clatter. The last of her strength drained away, and she felt herself sinking to the ground. The world around her blurred, and she could no longer hear the sounds of battle. All that remained was a distant echo of someone calling her name.

The Autobots quickly rushed to her side, their voices a muffled buzz in her ears. She felt gentle hands lifting her, cradling her as if she were something precious. Through her fading consciousness, she heard Cliffjumper's concerned voice, before welcoming the darkness.

~The Snowy Planes~

"So…I may have overdid the bloodlust just a bit. Blade is a strong girl though she will get used to my energy flooding her like that." The Anarchy god mumbled watching the battle replay over and over within the painting frame he had set up in his homestead. A blond haired man with black wings sat on the couch beside the Anarchy god while eating honeycomb from a bowl.

"Gotta say Techno, Blade is scarily like you and yet, she is so different at the same time. You chose someone so strong, just like you. Strong and Stubborn" Philza said chuckling softly, his mind reminiscing on the memories of the past, the good, bad, and sad.

"Don't go crying on me Phil, that was over two thousand years ago" Techno threw a book at the birdman making him laugh. "Two Thousand years for us, but in Blade's new world, You've only been dead for fifty years, and I've only been dead for ten" Philza muttered through a full mouth of honey making Techno freeze at the revelation. "Wait, what? So people in this world…Know about me…about US?" the pink haired god looked at Phil straight in his green eyes.

"Yup, You won't believe how many kids were named Phil, Philza, Alex and Technoblade when our fanbase started growing up and having kids. However, Blade seems to be the last person to have Technoblade for a name. That Agent we saw…His name is William Philza Fowler" Phil laughed at someone being named after his internet persona, Techno just hummed before answering "Technoblade is a better name than Philza"

"Hey, Rude!" Philza called and picked up the book that was thrown at him to throw it back only to stop and look at it. "You have a copy of …Being a god…pff for d-dummies…why?" Philza began to howl with laughter.

"Oh, Eeeeeducational reasons, anyway. You want more Honeycomb, I'm going to get you more honeycomb"

~On Earth~

Waking up from the adrenaline crash, Techno felt a throbbing pain in her head and a disorienting sensation. The world seemed to spin around her, and she hadn't even opened her eyes yet. Nausea swirled in her brain and stomach, churning until she couldn't hold it in any longer.

Bolting upright, Techno turned to the side and promptly emptied her stomach over the military cot she was on, the vomit splattering onto the floor. She felt a comforting presence behind her, and someone gently pulled her hair back, away from her face, as she continued to retch, expelling both her breakfast and a lot of bile.

The person supporting her said nothing, but their presence brought a sense of calm amidst the chaos of her body's reaction. Gradually, the vomiting subsided, and Techno sank back down, her breathing ragged and her body trembling from the aftereffects of the intense battle as well as puking.

Opening her eyes, she found Ratchet's concerned optics looking down at her. He had stayed by her side during her recovery, making sure she was stable and safe. Techno managed a weak smile, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment.

"Ratchet... sorry about the mess," she mumbled, her voice hoarse.

"Don't worry about it," Ratchet replied gently, his gruff voice surprisingly soothing. "You just took down a Decepticon drone all on your own. Your body's just reacting to the adrenaline crash. From what I read this is normal." Her body had pushed itself to the limit, and now it was paying the price.

As she lay there, Ratchet handed her a small container of water, which she gratefully sipped to soothe her parched throat. Ratchet's expression was filled with concern and curiosity as he gently asked, "You're... not a normal human, are you, Techno?"

Techno hesitated for a moment, dreading the reaction she might get, but she knew Ratchet deserved the truth. "Biologically, I am human," she replied in a hoarse whisper, handing the water container back to the medic, "but I don't think I've been 'normal' since I was fifteen."

Ratchet's optics widened slightly at her admission, but he didn't press for more details. He knew that Techno had a complicated past, and he respected her privacy. Instead, he offered her a reassuring smile. "Well, whatever you are, you're one of us now. And we take care of our own, no matter their origins."

"Thank you, Ratchet," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "For everything."

Steeling her resolve, Techno took in a breath before pressing on, deciding it was time to reveal her deepest secret to someone she trusted. "I... I'm the Disciple of the Anarchy God... his Herald," she mumbled softly, unable to meet Ratchet's optics, fearing a violent reaction or rejection.

To her surprise, Ratchet remained calm and composed. "Well, I'll be," he said, sounding more intrigued than alarmed. "Seems I figured out where you learned to wield that blade before Ironhide did. Guess he owes me some high grade now."

Techno glanced up, surprised by Ratchet's nonchalant response, but she couldn't help feeling a rush of affection for the gruff medic. His hand gently caressed her cheek, sending a comforting warmth through her entire being. "You're not... angry or disgusted?" she asked cautiously, trying to comprehend the acceptance she was receiving.

Ratchet chuckled softly, his warm optics locking with hers. "Sweetspark, I've seen a lot in my time, and I've come to learn that the universe is full of surprises, this is your secret, and I will not tell if you don't want me to." His thumb brushed gently across her cheek. "If you're the Herald of the Anarchy God, then so be it. As long as you're on our side, fighting for the right cause, I don't care who your god is."

Techno felt a weight lift off her shoulders as she realized that Ratchet truly accepted her for who she was, secret affiliations and all. Tears welled up in her eyes, but they were tears of relief and gratitude. She threw her arms around Ratchet's Bot holoform, holding him tightly, feeling safe and protected in his embrace.

"Thank you, Ratchet," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion, not wanting to let go.

Ratchet held her close, his grip firm yet gentle, his spark swelling with affection for the young femme in his arms. "You don't have to thank me, Techno," he said softly, his voice full of tenderness. "You're the Autobot's Femme, my Femme. I'll take care of you to the best of my ability." Techno buried her face into the medic's neck cables, nuzzling into the soft mesh, making Ratchet sigh at the softness of her body. Femmes were known for being sweet, soft, and gentle, and Techno was the epitome of that essence at this moment. In contrast, Arcee had a military frame, so softness wasn't and never would be a part of her nature.

"Alright Techno, lay back down, I need a scan of your frame, um, body. Human anatomy is so hard to remember with all my years as a Cybertronian Medic," Ratchet said with a slight blush on his cheek plates, feeling a bit flustered in her presence. Techno pulled away and laid back down on the cot, noticing that the cot was placed on top of the Cybertronian-sized medical bed, which she had puked on earlier. "I'm…sorry about throwing up on the medical bed," she mumbled, feeling embarrassed.

"Femme, this berth has seen worse than someone purging their tanks on it," Ratchet reassured her with a dismissive wave of his hand, trying to ease her discomfort. As he started the scan, he couldn't help but admire her resilience and the way she had handled the intense situation earlier. He knew that Techno was more than just a human; she was a strong and capable individual with a spark that shone brightly, even if no one would ever actually be able to see her spark.

The metal curtain slid open after a few minutes of tense silence, and there stood Optimus, along with Ironhide and Prowl. "Ep Ep, She is in no way ready to answer your questions on what happened," Ratchet's holoform waved a dismissive hand at the three intruders. Seeing them made Techno's stomach do more backflips, nervousness mixing with the lingering nausea from earlier, which was not a good combination. Turning onto her side, she once again threw up over the side of the cot and onto the Cybertronian medical berth. The water from earlier and more bile splattered onto the metal. "This is what I mean," Ratchet huffed, helping Techno by moving her hair away from her face.

"We didn't come to question her…more like see how she was doing," Ironhide explained, starting to walk forward, only to stop when Techno retched again. "And now we see she isn't doing too well."

Optimus stepped closer, concern etched on his faceplate. "Technoblade, are you all right?" he asked gently, showing genuine care for her well-being.

Techno mustered a weak smile but didn't have the energy to respond verbally. Her whole body shook from fatigue and soreness, and she simply shook her head to indicate that she was not feeling well.

"Nausea is probably from the hit to the head when she fell unconscious, no concussion, but most likely she was rattled around," Ratchet explained to Optimus, his expert analysis reassuring. "Adrenal crash which caused the fainting and fatigue. She will be alright with some rest and light food."

As Ratchet let go of her hair, Techno felt a sense of relief, and the nausea began to subside. She took in a few deep breaths to steady herself.

"Darlin' is strong and won't let this keep her down for long, I bet," Ironhide chimed in with a smirk, his deep voice filled with confidence. He glanced at Techno as she lay back down, giving a thumbs up to the weapon specialist. "See?" he chuckled, clearly amused by her tenacity.

Prowl observed silently, his concern evident in his optics. As Techno dropped her arm back onto the cot, he spoke softly, his curiosity piqued. "I… am curious as to how she… offlined that drone on her own," the Second-in-command mused, drawing the attention of the other bots around.

Techno sighed almost silently, her voice hoarse and her throat burning from throwing up. "Trained in swords," she muttered very quietly, revealing the source of her impressive combat skills. She opened her eyes and looked over at the SIC, her red irises shining with a mix of fatigue and determination. Prowl's stoic expression softened ever so slightly, and a blush formed on his cheek plating as he found it hard to look away from her mesmerizing gaze.

"I-I respect that," he stammered, still unable to meet her eyes directly. To him, her red irises looked like pools of molten cybertanium metal, enchanting and captivating. His admiration for her only grew as he saw her strength and resilience, despite her current condition.

Prowl took a breath before speaking. "Your skills are remarkable, admirable, and I can see why…the others find you…fascinating," he said, finally finding the courage to meet her gaze, albeit briefly. Techno smiled slightly at his words, feeling a warmth in her spark from his genuine admiration. She truly felt special around the Autobots, and it was a huge change from the world she once lived in, where recognition and appreciation were scarce commodities. The Autobots were sincere in their words and affection, and it meant the world to her.

"Technoblade," Optimus spoke up, his voice firm yet understanding, making her eyes flash to his blue optics. "While I appreciate your courage and determination, you must understand that putting yourself in unnecessary danger is a concern for all of us. I cannot dictate your choices, but I must insist that you prioritize your safety. We will do everything in our power to protect you, but you must also be responsible for yourself when it comes to risking your life on and off the battlefield."

Techno's heart clenched at the scolding, and she felt a mix of emotions. She knew Optimus was right; she couldn't let her emotions and desire to prove herself cloud her judgment. Even now, the Crown tattoo on her shoulder burned with excess energy, making her feel sick. She understood that she needed to get used to the energy produced by her god, turning her into a one woman army. Techno shook slightly, feeling the weight of her choices, and opened her mouth to respond, only for Ratchet to beat her to it. "Techno reacted how any Autobot would, but seeing as she is human, her body overreacted to the unknown threat that was the Decepticon Drone." Ratchet spoke.

"I can't," Techno spoke up, her voice hoarse, and she swallowed thickly before continuing. "I can't ignore someone in danger, I...I can't ignore fights or the battlefield. My whole life is dictated and run by war, danger...battle. I can't ignore my instincts when it's right in front of me," she stuttered out, her voice trembling.

Sitting up from her lying position on the cot, Techno met the concerned optics of Optimus, Ironhide, and Prowl. Their expressions revealed a mix of understanding and worry, each processing her words in their own way. Ratchet, who had learned about her connection to the Anarchy God, seemed to comprehend the unspoken words. Techno couldn't ignore the battle because she is physically unable to ignore it.

Ratchet sighed, turning to grab something before turning back to Techno with the container of water for her. Reaching out, she took it from his hands before giving him a look that Ratchet understood as he could tell them about her secret. Bringing the water to her lips, Techno sipped at it slowly, paying attention to Ratchet.

"Optimus…This cannot be spoken about without an oath from all of you, to not reveal what has been discussed," Ratchet said, his voice sharp and serious.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, the weight of the revelation settling heavily on everyone present. Techno knew the risks of sharing her secret with the Autobots, but she also understood the necessity of their trust. She needed them to trust her. They were her allies, comrades, and maybe something more to her; she didn't know what the gods had in store.

Optimus exchanged glances with the others before nodding solemnly. "I understand the gravity of the situation, Ratchet. We will not speak a word of what is revealed."

"I'll offline before I reveal anythin' spoken here," Ironhide nodded, crossing his arms and standing straighter, a firm pledge of his loyalty.

"I will hold and bury this in the depths of my processor, This I swear," Prowl nodded, his voice turning bland as he spoke, a testament to his determination to keep the secret safe.

"Good. Techno... told me how she was able to do those feats of extraordinary skills. Throwing Arcee in a panic, hurling her sword into the optic band of the drone, and killing the drone. They were all because of her... unique connection to a Human deity. A god, like Primus or Unicron," Ratchet revealed, speaking softly to the three.

Nausea swirled around Techno's stomach as she sipped her water, keeping her eyes down and away from the looks the others were giving her. She sat there, swallowing saliva thickly, trying to keep her water down in her stomach and not puke it up.

"That... She... Technoblade is the herald to a god?" Ironhide stuttered, his voice filled with disbelief and slight fear. There was a loud clang and a yelp coming from the weapons specialist. "Techno is still Techno, you fragger!" Ratchet yelled, defending her fiercely having thrown a wrench at Ironhide.

"That she is. Technoblade being a herald does not change who she is," Optimus spoke up, his voice steady, reassuring and accepting.

Prowl's curiosity got the better of him, and he broke the silence with a question. "What... god do you... serve?" he asked Techno gently, trying to understand her connection better.

Techno took a deep breath, gathering her courage to answer. "I serve the Anarchy God," she replied, finally meeting Prowl's optics with her own. "He's a complicated deity, one that represents chaos, freedom, and the will to forge your path outside the established order. It's something I never asked for, but I accepted it."

Taking a deep breath she continued "I didn't just experience head trauma and adrenal crash. His…energy flooded my e-entire body in my moment of p-panic and my rage consumed me. I…I never needed or used his energy before and it…it ma-made me—" Techno quickly turned to the side and threw up once again, the water she just drank onto the ground.

"Sick…Your body is having a violent reaction to the energy" Ratchet surmised, concern etched on his faceplate as he gently moved her hair away from her face and rubbed soothing circles on her back with a hand.

"You're still you, Technoblade. You're this strong, amazing, beautiful Femme. The Anarchy god obviously saw something in you to choose you," Prowl spoke kindly, walking forward, his optics alight with worry and concern for his femme, he froze at his train of thought. His, when did he figure that out?

"He...did. I don't want to talk about this anymore, just...talking about it makes the Crown...burn," Techno mumbled softly as Ratchet helped her lay back down on her side. Looking at her shoulder, Ratchet gently reached out and touched the golden crown intricately etched onto her skin. The tattoo was hot to the touch, making Ratchet grateful that his holoform couldn't burn.

"Darlin', this just makes things even between us," Ironhide chuckled before continuing, "You can easily take on any Cybertronian threat that comes your way. I'll even look the other way if you wanna kick the slag outta Jazz." This made her smile a bit at the gruff mech.

"Technoblade, you are human, yet I feel compelled to call you an Autobot, one of mine. Your life will be in constant danger because of this affiliation, and I cannot ask this of you." Optimus stepped forward, taking a close look at the pale femme on the cot. "But, I will acknowledge your skill, and I will not prohibit you from low-risk missions. All Autobots start off as scouts, and if you choose to join us…this will be your rank."

Techno nodded with a slight incline of her head. "I need time to think that over. I was in a war… for over two hundred years… I'm not ready to go back to one," she muttered, revealing more knowledge about herself. This made the four bots present freeze at her age.

"You've lived for centuries?" Prowl's voice was a mix of surprise and curiosity, he had no clue humans lived for so long. "Yes," Techno replied, her voice tinged with weariness and a hint of sorrow. "It's a long story, one that I don't like sharing. It's also how I was able to keep up with you, Ironhide."

"Humans, live for this long?" Optimus questioned only for Techno to huff a slight laugh. "No, they don't. I'm just special….Optimus…can this entire conversation be…forgotten about, please?"

"If that is something you want…then we will abide by it," Optimus said slowly, his voice a mix of uncertainty and understanding, trying to respect Techno's decision.

"Y-you know what fuck it. I get it. I'm a freak of nature and none of you will ever trust me because of Technoblade. It's clear that I'm no longer wanted here and that I should leave" Techno said, sitting up, clearly panicking over the reactions of the three high ranked bots in the medical bay. Her vision swam as he got up from the cot.

Sensing her panic, Ratchet immediately intervened, his grip firm yet gentle as he pulled her into his arms, "You are going nowhere Femme! You are clearly distressed and feeding off the emotions your god is funneling through you. Optimus had the same problem with the matrix when he was younger as well. You need to calm down and Breathe" Ratchet spoke slowly, gently rubbing her back.

"Darlin', I'm sorry I acted like an aft. I don't want ya to leave. Still haven't gotten around to asking you out on a date yet," Ironhide spoke with sincerity and warmth, attempting to lighten the mood in his unique way. He transformed activating his holoform on the medical berth, carefully avoiding the mess Techno made earlier. Prowl and Optimus followed suit, hoping to provide reassurance and support for the distressed femme.

Techno lay still in Ratchet's arms, her energy depleted as she closed her eyes. After a few minutes, Ratchet huffed and carefully transferred her to someone else's waiting arms. Strong yet gentle, the arms wrapped around her, cradling her against a warm surface. As she opened her eyes, she realized her head rested on Optimus's shoulder, feeling a sense of safety and care emanating from him.

"Technoblade, you need rest. I will be here until you fall asleep," Optimus reassured in a soothing tone. Techno found comfort in his presence and moved closer, seeking the warmth and reassurance he radiated. She nuzzled her face into his neck cables, feeling the soft mesh against her skin, a comforting contrast to the chaos she had experienced.

In the embrace of the Autobot leader, Techno allowed herself to let go of the tension she had been holding. She felt her body relax, knowing she was in the presence of a leader who genuinely cared for her well-being. She easily drifted off to sleep feeling absolutely exhausted.

~Snowy planes~

"So…You really overdid it with all that energy you funneled into Blade. Its like you gave her food poisoning with the way she was puking" Philza admonished his friend while reading the 'being a god for dummies' book.

"How was I supposed to know that would happen?" Techno grumbled while holding a slice of cake in his hand taking a bite while pouting. "You could have asked the two Idiots that are outside and bleeding in the snow" The birdman chortled only for cake to be thrown at him.

"Hey! Don't ruin food!" Phil yelled standing up and whacking the god over the head with the book.

"Yeah Yeah, Anyway, I should go check on the two idiots that are outside" The anarchy god huffed standing up from his place on the couch "Wanna come with?"

"Sure Sure, they are just outside its not a far trip"

Typing is still not my favorite, editing even less. If something doesn't make sense then too bad, deal with it. I was never good at being consistent in the first place so me staying on track for the story is going to be hard. BUT that means longer chapters to read.

Blood for the Blood God!