When the light was gone, so was Blade, vanished and set on her journey to "save" whatever world the gods said needed her help.

Technoblade looked up at the two Deities before turning back into his red mist form and floated up to their faces. "You…you really didn't give her all those things you promised her…right?"

.:We weren't supposed to?:.

.:I Thought she needed all the stuff we gave her?:.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU TWO, YOU ACTUALLY GAVE HER ALL THE STUFF YOU WERE LISTING?!" Techno yelled out his voice ringing throughout the empty expanse of the snow planes. Primus flinched, rubbing his audio receiver at the abrupt loud yelling. Unicron gave a grimace and looked away with an embarrassed blush on his face.

"We are fucking doomed. She IS AN ANARCHIST AND YOU BOTH GAVE HER ENOUGH POWER TO LEVEL A CONTINENT!"

.:Frag:.

Welcome to chapter 2 of Anarchy

and so it continues…

Blood red eyes flutter open with a mix of confusion and frustration. The girl sits up blinking at the scorching sun that beats down on her pale skin, intensifying her irritation. Disoriented and lost, anger surges within her, coursing through her veins like an unstoppable force. Technoblade as she was now to be called since she apparently couldn't hear anyone speak her original name anymore since her so-called god renamed her after himself, probably in a weird sense of pride and claiming her as his disciple.

Standing up, her face contorted with anger and determination. The heat of the sand beneath her only amplifies her annoyance, making her feel cheated out of her eternal rest in her snowy plane. Dust particles dance in the air, a visual reminder of her predicament, fueling the fiery inferno that was her rage.

In the vast emptiness surrounding her, there are no signs of help or civilization. The desolate landscape infuriates her, as she curses the three gods that put her to this forsaken place. She raises her clenched fists to the sky, unleashing a torrent of words expressing her rage and frustration at the situation. "FUCKING TECHNO! When I'm fucking done with all of this shit and die again I will kick you in the fucking nuts! Fuck the universe and all its bullshittery making me the nexus for this crap! Fuck Primus and Unicron too!"

Her voice echoes through the barren land, a primal scream of defiance against the desert's challenges. She threatens violence and pain at the god of anarchy and vents her anger at the universe, questioning why she has been left in this arid, desolate place. Her words are fueled by pure rage and hatred of the situation she was being forced into. "Ugh, fucking damn it" Blade mumbles crossing her arms trying to think of how to get out of the situation she as in, her anger morphs into a stubborn determination. Instead of dwelling on negative thoughts, she channels her energy into finding a solution. Her brows furrow, her mind races, and she begins to assess her surroundings with a more focused intensity.

Sighing she drops her arms to her sides before running a hand over her hair, her anger becomes a driving force, propelling her forward. She takes cautious steps, scanning the horizon for any sign of a path or a guiding landmark. Growling to herself she picks a random direction and begins to head that way hoping that she wouldn't get a fucking sunburn with the way the sun was beating down ar her. Trudging through the dirt and sand was going to be boring.

Walking along the imaginary path Technoblade set for herself she began thinking about the life she used to have before the war, before the global apocalypse, when she was just a shy wallflower. She was barely 15 when people started dropping like flies, first it was just the elderly, then even healthy adults started dying. Whatever it was targeted people over the age of 25. It came out that the Plague was unleashed by the government by accident, their words it was an accident. It only came out later that the plague wasn't meant to be a plague, but a contained and calculated dosage of something that would make us humans live forever, it stopped cellular degradation completely leaving us essentially immortal.

Unfortunately this meant those already too old to be in their prime, or those that were already sick, the Plague did not like, not one bit.

The onset of the plague was sudden and merciless. In the early days, medical professionals raced against time, seeking a cure or understanding of the affliction. However, their efforts proved futile, as the epidemic claimed countless lives and shattered families across the globe. The world was left in shock and mourning, grappling with the loss of experience, wisdom, and stability that adults provided.

With the sudden absence of a significant portion of the population, existing systems and structures began to crumble. Governments, economies, and essential services were thrown into disarray. The absence of skilled professionals resulted in a breakdown of infrastructure, law enforcement, and healthcare. The education system faced collapse, as teachers and professors vanished, leaving the younger generation to fend for themselves.

In the void left by adults, power struggles emerged. Without experienced leaders, factions vied for control, leading to chaos and anarchy in some regions. In other areas, charismatic young individuals rose to prominence, but their lack of life experience often hindered their decision-making abilities. Social disparity deepened as younger adults, now the elder statesmen of society, attempted to grapple with newfound responsibility and the weight of expectations. This, in the end, failed spectacularly with riots, revolts and execution by guillotine.

In the absence of established governments and infrastructure, societies regressed to a more rudimentary way of life. Stripped of modern conveniences, communities reconnected with nature, relying on agriculture, hunting, and simple craftsmanship for sustenance. The wielding of swords, once relegated to history books, resurfaced as a vital means of self-defense against marauders and opportunistic factions vying for resources.

Instead of centralized governance, survival necessitated the formation of small, self-sustaining communities. These groups banded together for protection, pooling their skills and resources. Leaders and "heroes" arose based on their prowess with the sword and their ability to strategize and protect their people. Loyalty and camaraderie replaced bureaucratic systems as the foundation of these communities, where cooperation was essential for survival.

With formal education systems in shambles, the young left home on a quest to learn survival skills. Those with an innate thirst for understanding turned to books salvaged from crumbling libraries, eager to glean insights from ancient wisdom. Martial training and swordsmanship became vital disciplines, honed through rigorous practice and passed down from experienced survivors to the next generation.

Then He showed up

A toxic green-eyed boy, fueled by a thirst for power and control, wielded the dangerous knowledge of explosives, mass explosives, as a means to enforce his dominion over the rest of humanity. His manipulative tactics and delusions of godhood sent ripples of fear and desperation through the surviving communities, forcing them to confront the darkest depths of human ambition and resilience. He once was her friend, her best friend. Just as shy and just as quiet as her, but something happened to him during the fall, maybe it was his older brother's passing, maybe his mothers passing but he changed.

Amid the chaos of the post-plague world, the toxic green-eyed boy emerged as an enigmatic figure. Dee, or Denis he possessed an uncanny intellect and a thirst for control that set him apart from his peers. Driven by a deep-rooted desire for dominance, he sought to bend the remnants of humanity to his will and declared a god.

Denis' most potent weapon lay in his possession of the dangerous knowledge of bombs. He had studied the remnants of the old world and acquired expertise in crafting and detonating these devastating devices. This knowledge bestowed upon him an unparalleled aura of power, which he wielded to intimidate and coerce those who dared to oppose him. The mere threat of detonation was enough to send tremors of fear through the hearts of the survivors. That didn't mean he didn't know how to fight without a weapon, he lugged around a two handed battleaxe just in case.

Using a combination of manipulation, charisma, and fear, Denis enacted a sinister plan to establish himself as a god-like figure ruling over humanity. He exploited the vulnerabilities and desperation of the survivors, offering false promises of protection and salvation in exchange for unwavering loyalty. He employed psychological tactics, employing indoctrination and propaganda to shape minds and ensure blind obedience.

Not all succumbed to Denis' reign of terror. Resistance movements and pockets of defiance emerged within the oppressed communities. Brave individuals, fueled by a spirit of independence and freedom, stood up against the would-be tyrant. They risked their lives to expose the truth behind his manipulations and rally others to reject his godlike delusions. Technoblade huffed a soft laugh at remembering her friends and how they would react now that she was free from that world, only for her mind to go back to the past once more.

The end battle for the very essence of humanity ensued. It was a clash between those who yearned for autonomy, unity, and the preservation of individuality, and Denis' lust for control and dominion. The conflict tested the survivors' moral compass, pushing them to confront their deepest fears and forge unlikely alliances in the pursuit of a brighter future. In the end Technoblade sacrificed herself like the "hero" she was, never really knowing if it was worth it, if her friends survived all of that or if they died simply because the bomb she rigged together took them out by accident, she would never know.

Lost in her thoughts, Techno blinked as she walked into a sudden shade cast by a tree she almost passed. Looking beyond the tree, she noticed a dirt road stretching in either direction, and a sigh of relief escaped her lips. Finally, she had found a path to walk on and, hopefully, a way to find society and food. However, even the mention of society stirred mixed emotions within her, as her own association with the anarchy god and her past experiences had tarnished her trust in governance.

In the distance, a rumbling sound caught Technoblade's attention, and she recognized it as a vehicle, a rare sight in the post-apocalyptic world. Curiosity piqued, Techno's eyes narrowed as she focused on the approaching sound. It had been a year since vehicles had become scarce in the aftermath of the Plague and the downfall of normal government. She had grown accustomed to traversing the desolate landscapes on foot, her broadsword in hand relying solely on her own strength and resilience. The sight of a vehicle stirred a glimmer of hope within her, tempered by caution born from the harsh realities of the world she left behind.

As the sound grew louder, Technoblade positioned herself by the side of the road, ready to flag down the approaching vehicle. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty flooding her veins. She wondered who could be driving, what their intentions were, and whether they could offer her a ride she so desperately sought.

A thunderous roar pierced the air as Technoblade stood on the narrow dirt road, her eyes widening in disbelief. Barreling towards her was a bright red muscle car, its engine roaring with ferocity. Panic gripped her as the vehicle closed in, its speed leaving her no time to react. She realized, a bit too late, that there was no sidewalk or anything to take cover behind, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. She once again cursed the demented gods that stuck her in this world.

Time seemed to slow down as the car hurtled toward her. Instinctively, Techno's body tensed, bracing for impact. The world around her blurred as her mind raced, desperately searching for a way to evade the impending collision. Fear gripped her heart, threatening to overwhelm her with its icy grip.

But then, in a split second, a blur of movement caught her peripheral vision. With lightning-fast reflexes, the driver of the muscle car swerved, narrowly avoiding a catastrophic collision. The screeching tires and the smell of burning rubber filled the air as the car skidded to a halt just a few feet away from her.

Her heart pounded in her chest, a thunderous rhythm matching the adrenaline coursing through her veins. With wide eyes, Technoblade stared at the vibrant figure emerging from the car, his red leather attire and sunglasses perched atop his head capturing attention. He exuded an air of audacity and self-assurance that was both captivating and intimidating.

As he stepped out of the vehicle, Technoblade noticed the quick flicker of concern, fear, and curiosity in his bright blue eyes. His voice spilled forth in a rapid cascade of words, a mix of anxiety and relief evident in his tone. "Slag it, Femme! I almost hit you. Are you alright? Nothing broken? You're not in shock, are you? Fraggit, Ratch is gonna kill me. Please, say something!"

His rapid rambling and the genuine concern etched across his face melted her initial shock. Technoblade managed a faint smile, her voice steady as she reassured him, "I'm okay, really just, fuck man. I'm a bit shaken, but nothing's broken. No need to worry."

The man visibly relaxed, his anxious features morphing into a sheepish grin. He circled around his car, positioning himself in front of her, his eyes sweeping over her form once more. "Sorry about that. Name's Cliff, uh… Cliff Juniper, but I go by Cliffjumper," he introduced himself, extending a hand towards her.

Accepting his gesture, Technoblade shook his hand firmly, her curiosity piqued by his charismatic presence. "Technoblade," she replied, a hint of intrigue coloring her voice. His face looked on in surprise at her name but he didn't say anything "You certainly know how to make an entrance, Cliff." Techno continued.

Cliff's grin widened, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well, if I'm going to almost run someone over, might as well do it in style," he quipped, his tone laced with playful self-awareness. Technoblade chuckled a light blush on her cheeks, a flicker of amusement cutting through the lingering tension. "I can't argue with that. But seriously, thank you for swerving in time. I'm glad we both avoided a collision."

With a dramatic mock bow, Cliffjumper replied, "Consider it a dance of fate, Technoblade. Our paths intertwined in the most unexpected and heart stopping way." A surge of curiosity welled within her, and Technoblade couldn't resist delving further. "So, Cliff, what brings you hurtling down this road with such... enthusiasm?"

Cliff leaned against his car, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Adventure, my dear. The thrill of the unknown, the freedom of the open road. There's a world out there waiting to be explored, and I'm here to embrace every moment of it."

Technoblade found herself drawn to Cliff's spirit of adventure, his desire to embrace the unknown resonating deeply within her. Yet, in the depths of her mind, there was a yearning for peace. She longed for the tranquility of her snowy plane, where she could exist in a state of calm solitude, free from the chaos and uncertainty that now surrounded her. A bittersweet pang tugged at her heart. She couldn't help but wonder what her life would have been like if she had remained in the embrace of Techno and the world he created just for her, finding solace in the serenity of her snowy sanctuary. The thought of a peaceful existence, far removed from the trials and tribulations of the world, tugged at her deepest desires but she had a job to do and only a year to do it.

"Adventure, sounds like you've got your whole life planned out, Cliff," Technoblade sighed with a hint of melancholy, her arms crossing over her chest. She couldn't help but notice her dusty dark blue v-neck shirt, which showcased more of her figure than she had before arriving in this world. Her god had mentioned giving her a new body, but she hadn't anticipated this noticeable change in her appearance, particularly in the form of a more pronounced cleavage. She couldn't help but scowl slightly at the thought of any guy designing a body for her.

Cliffjumper chuckled, his amusement evident in his eyes, before responding, "Nah, I don't have slag planned out. That's for my best friend, Arcee. She's the one who plans, and I tend to adlib my way through things makes things more spontaneous, more…free"

Technoblade's curiosity piqued at the mention of Arcee, wondering what kind of person could balance out Cliffjumper's spontaneous nature. "Arcee, strange name, unless it's a nickname. Then again, Technoblade is even weirder," she mused, a touch of amusement tugging at her lips.

With a thoughtful expression, Technoblade continued, "So, Cliff, mind helping me find a way into town? I kinda got... dumped here in the middle of nowhere by a now ex-friend." She couldn't reveal the full truth to him, knowing that her tale of being stranded by Cybertronian gods and a human god of anarchy would likely be met with disbelief and possibly the cops being called.

Cliffjumper hummed, leaning casually against the hood of his car, his eyes glancing at the two decorative bull horns that replaced the usual hood ornament. Unbeknownst to Technoblade, he was engaged in a conversation with Arcee through his internal commlink, utilizing his holoform technology that allowed him to appear and interact as a human. Despite his human-like façade, Cliffjumper was, in reality, a Cybertronian warrior, an Autobot.

:Heya, Cee... There might be a problem with my patrol:~Cliff transmitted through the commlink.

:What now…:~Arcee's voice crackled back.

:I almost ran over a human femme while driving:~Cliff confessed, his tone laced with both concern and hesitancy.

:You WHAT!:~Arcee's response came with a mix of shock and anger.

:Yeah... apparently, she was dumped here by some ex-friends. She's really neat, Arcee. Her hair is pink, and she's got a cybertronian name!:~Cliff's excitement resonated through the transmission it almost sounded like he was bouncing up and down.

:Hold on, what? Don't humans change the color of their hair with chemicals? And what do you mean by a cybertronian name? Are you sure she's not one of us?:~Arcee's curiosity mingled with skepticism.

:Totally sure. She scans like a human, and her eyebrows and eyelashes are pink. I can't explain it, but I feel like I should help her, protect her. It's like something deep within me is urging me to do so, Arcee.:~Cliff's voice held a note of earnestness.

:Slaggit, Cliff! It sounds like your guardian protocol activated. What did you do?:~Arcee's concern seeped through her words.

Cliffjumper's thoughts swirled as he pondered Arcee's words. The activation of his guardian protocol was an integral part of his Cybertronian biology, a responsibility to safeguard and protect. He had always been told to embrace it if it ever activated, but this felt different. There was a magnetic pull, an unexplainable connection he felt towards Technoblade. It was as if their paths were destined to intersect.

Technoblade observed Cliffjumper, his thoughtful demeanor giving her pause. Why was he hesitating? Was there something about her that made him hesitant to help? She glanced at herself, realizing that she must appear a bit dusty and disheveled from being stranded in the middle of nowhere. But was that enough to make him second-guess lending a hand? Thoughts raced through her mind, wondering if perhaps the mention of Arcee, Cliffjumper's friend, had influenced his decision. Was she the jealous type, threatened by the presence of another female?.

Shaking off her doubts she knew she was being dumb since Cliff was being flirty earlier, Technoblade mustered a playful smile, inching closer to Cliffjumper. She couldn't let her insecurities cloud her mind when he was clearly being flirty with her earlier. "Heya, Cliff... You lost in thought? Need a life preserver for your drowning brain?" she quipped, poking his shoulder gently.

Cliffjumper's lips curved into a sheepish grin, his eyes meeting hers. "Caught me there, Techno" he admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "My mind was just racing with possibilities and the best way to help you out. I never expected a femme like you to come crashing into my world, and it's got my circuits buzzing."

Technoblade blushed lightly, her laughter mingling with genuine warmth. She found herself unable to resist teasing Cliffjumper further, playfully addressing the topic of her own name. "Well, Cliff, I'm glad I managed to shake things up a bit. But seriously, what's with the techno talk? I get that my name is Technoblade, but that doesn't mean I talk in Techno-babble, my guy," she chuckled, gently poking Cliff in the side eliciting a startled yelp and a laugh from him as she accidentally poked his ticklish spot.

Cliffjumper couldn't help but burst into laughter, his reaction a mixture of surprise and genuine amusement at how human his Holoform was. "Alright, alright, you got me, femme," he chuckled, attempting to regain his composure. "I guess I'm a bit of a 'Techno nerd' with all my Techno-babble, as you so kindly put it." He chuckled, trying to continue the playful banter, but his jovial demeanor froze as something caught his attention—an ominous blip on his radar. The Decepticon warship, Nemesis, loomed in the distance.

Technoblade sensed Cliff's sudden shift in demeanor, the playful atmosphere giving way to a sense of urgency. There was a tension in the air, and instinctively, she knew that danger was imminent. She felt an odd sense of calmness in Cliff's presence, a feeling of safety she hadn't experienced in a very long time. Though she appeared young on the outside, her timeless existence and the weight of her past experiences made her crave moments of tranquility. She would have loved to continue their conversation in the peaceful countryside, but the arrival of the warship shattered that possibility. A massive shadow eclipsed the sunlight as the Nemesis drifted closer.

"That's our cue, Techno!" Cliff's voice rang out, filled with urgency. In one swift motion, he scooped up Technoblade in his arms making her yelp at the sudden movement and he swiftly moved around to his alt form, the car's door popping open effortlessly. With a quick toss, he placed Technoblade into the safety of the car, dismissing his holographic form with a burst of static.

The engine roared to life as Cliffjumper's alt form accelerated, leaving behind a cloud of dust and gravel. He navigated the terrain with expertise, his main goal to outpace the Decepticon warship and avoid detection. Technoblade held on tight, her heart pounding in her chest as they raced away from the encroaching threat. "What the absolute Fuck!" She practically screamed out the obscenity.

In the midst of the chaos and the adrenaline-fueled escape, Technoblade couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected turn of events. Just moments ago, she had been engaged in playful banter with Cliff, and now they found themselves fleeing from whatever appeared in the sky. It was a stark reminder of the unpredictability of her situation given that she was only there because of the will of the gods and because she had been the anarchy gods' only disciple.

As they sped away, Technoblade knew that her peaceful journey to town had taken a massive unforeseen detour. The peaceful countryside and their lighthearted conversation faded into the background, replaced by the urgency of their escape.

Despite the looming threat, Technoblade's trust in Cliffjumper remained steadfast, even though she now realized he wasn't truly human. An uneasiness tinged her voice as she nervously called out to the seemingly empty car that was driving itself. "Cliff...?" she uttered, her words carrying a mixture of caution and curiosity.

The radio crackled slightly before turning on, and Cliffjumper's voice purred from the speakers, his flirty and friendly tone breaking through the tension. :Yes, sweetspark: he replied, his voice enveloping the car with a playful aura.

The sudden emergence of his voice from the speakers startled Technoblade, causing her to yelp and glance around in bewilderment. "What the fuck! Where the fuck are you, Cliff? And what the hell was all of that about?" she exclaimed, her words laced with a mix of frustration and confusion. She moved to sit in the passenger seat, seeking some semblance of normality amidst the unknown

:Oops, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you, but it's me, Cliff…:" he reassured her through the radio. His voice carried a sense of familiarity, attempting to ease her nerves. :I know you're scared, but it's still me. I'm an alien, a Cybertronian from the planet Cybertron. Cliffjumper is the name, Autobot warrior is the game: he confidently boasted, his words accompanied by a playful charm that he hoped would help Techno calm down.

Technoblade's confusion deepened as she tried to process the revelation. "Wait, what?" she uttered, her mind struggling to comprehend the information being presented.

:I probably should tell Arcee and the boss-bot about you seeing the Nemesis warship, lucky you, Techno. Not every day I get to have a beautiful femme such as yourself in my cab, much less giving them the ride of their life: Cliff continued, effortlessly shifting back to his flirty, charismatic self. He recognized the need to bring back a sense of lightheartedness to the situation, hoping to alleviate Technoblade's confusion and uncertainty.

Technoblade found herself caught between a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, caution, and a hint of embarrassment at being flirted with since it's been who knows how long since anyone was even remotely interested. As she gazed at the empty driver's seat, Cliffjumper's playful aura filled the space, coaxing a playful response from her own heart. "Ride of my life huh" she spoke softly though still cautious, she couldn't help but be drawn to Cliff's charismatic charm and the sense of safety he provided amidst the chaos.

With a mix of curiosity and nervousness, she leaned back in the seat, her mind buzzing with questions. As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Technoblade's mind raced with the realization of Primus and Unicron's involvement. Their absurd promises and the strange calmness she felt around Cliffjumper suddenly made sense. It was as if everything was aligning, connecting her to the Cybertronian origin gods. They made all those absurd promises and even some she didn't understand as they spoke in their native language of fax machine. Even her name given to her by the original Techno the anarchy god, Technoblade, sounding so similar to Cliff's, further solidified the connection to Cybertron and its gods. Silently she cursed the gods again for her predicament.

Cliff's voice broke through her intrusive thoughts, bringing her attention back to the present moment. :I'm going to be contacting both Boss-bot and Arcee over the main Autobot comm channel, which means you'll hear the rest of the bots too. They might ask questions, just answer as much as you can or want: Cliff informed her through the radio, his words buzzing in her ears.

"Oh, uh, sure. I can answer some stuff, I guess," Techno mumbled, her voice betraying a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. Her hand absentmindedly ran over the armrest in the middle of the vehicle, a nervous habit that she quickly halted at Cliff's sudden reaction.

:Y-You need to stop that. No touch. I can feel that, and if I don't concentrate, I might end up caught b-by the Decepticons: Cliff stuttered, his voice dropping a few octaves as the cab of the car heated up in response to Techno's inadvertent touch.

Techno squeaked, startled by the unexpected reaction. She immediately withdrew both her hands, keeping them safely away from anything that might trigger further complications. "Sorry!" she exclaimed, her voice squeaking as it sounded like she was doing something inappropriate.

The radio crackled with static before Cliffjumper's voice filled the airwaves once again. :I'll just open t-the Comm channel: he stuttered, his voice slightly distorted. The silence that followed was soon broken by Cliff's announcement, his words punctuated by a touch of static. :This is an open line with Cliffjumper and his lovely passenger, Technoblade. Over: he declared, his flirty tone coming through despite the interference. Technoblade couldn't help but grumble softly, her glare fixed on the radio. "Really, Cliff... I should kick your dashboard," she muttered, her words filled with mock annoyance.

Cliff's laughter resonated through the speakers, and to her surprise, she heard other voices chuckling along with him. Among the laughter, a woman's voice chimed in. :Wow, Cliff, someone other than me that feels like you need to be hit over the helm when acting like a glitch: the woman teased through the radio. Technoblade couldn't help but join in on the playful banter, conspiring with the woman to embarrass Cliff even more. "I'm gonna take a guess and say Cliff acts like a flirt and... well, to put it in your words, a glitch very often," Techno playfully taunted, her voice filled with amusement.

The woman responded with a chuckle, her voice carrying a sense of camaraderie. :You've got no idea, human. Names Arcee: she introduced herself, her words intertwining with laughter. "My name is Technoblade, Just call me Techno or Blade if you want" Techno introduced herself with a smile resonating in her voice as she spoke.

Before Arcee could respond, a commanding and regal voice broke through the commotion. :Greetings, Technoblade. I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. What are your intentions with Earth: Optimus Prime addressed her directly, his voice carrying authority and a hint of curiosity. Techno found herself taken aback by the directness of the question, as if Optimus Prime didn't realize she was a human.

"Um, sir... I'm human," Techno replied, her voice tinged with a touch of embarrassment. She felt the need to explain herself further, to justify her unique name. "I would give you a normal-sounding name, but I can't, since legally my name is Technoblade," she mumbled, her fingers nervously rubbing against her pants as if wiping away imaginary sweat that she felt had accumulated.

:Apologies, but your name sounds as if it belonged to a Cybertronian: Optimus Prime's voice resonated through the comm channel, his words carrying a sense of understanding. Other voices chimed in, expressing their agreement in the background.

Technoblade took a moment to gather her thoughts, realizing that her name had indeed raised some eyebrows among the Cybertronian beings. Like Cliffjumper, he did give her a look when she spoke her name to him. She understood their confusion, as her name seemed more fitting for their world than Earth, but she really couldn't do much about it since the name was given to her and she really had no other choice.

:I believe that you and Cliffjumper are to return to Autobot Omega base so that we may greet, face to face: Optimus spoke up after a few minutes of tense silence as if he was talking to someone else getting permission or if he was getting another's opinion on her. Technoblade paused, allowing Optimus Prime's words to sink in. It seemed that she and Cliffjumper were being summoned to the Autobot Omega base for a face-to-face meeting. The request brought a mix of anticipation and nervousness, as she prepared herself to encounter the other Autobots in person.

"Um, okay. I don't mind meeting anyone," Techno replied, her voice carrying a hint of eagerness. "Kinda need new friends after the last fuckers ditched me in the desert," she added with a bitter tone, revealing her lingering frustration. In that moment, her anger momentarily overtook her, causing her to snarl to herself. However, this unintentional display of her impressive fangs did not go unnoticed by Cliffjumper.

:Wow, would love to have those fangs of yours bite me any day: Cliff mumbled, his words transmitted over the comm link and resonating through the radio, allowing everyone to hear his flirty remark. Technoblade's blush deepened as Cliffjumper's flirty remark echoed through the comm link, reaching the ears of everyone present. She was both embarrassed and surprised by his audacity, amazed at how he maintained his playful demeanor even in the presence of his boss. Before she could respond, an older raspy voice cut through the airwaves, admonishing Cliffjumper for his flirting. It was a voice she had not yet heard from the other Autobots.

:Slaggit, Cliffjumper, stop flirting with the human and bring your aft back to base!: the voice scolded. It was a stern command that left no room for argument. Technoblade listened intently, realizing that this voice belonged to a senior member of the Autobots, someone older than Optimus but she really couldn't tell.

Cliffjumper acknowledged the command with a firm understanding. :Understood, Ratch. Requesting a groundbridge to my location. See you lot in a few moments, Cliff out: he responded, swiftly ending the connection to the comm link. The air fell silent as Technoblade absorbed the sudden change in atmosphere.

Suddenly, there was a fizzle of static, and a bright blue light momentarily blinded Techno. When her vision cleared, she found herself face to face with Cliffjumper, who had activated his holographic form in the driver's seat. His grin was infectious, spreading warmth and excitement throughout the car.

"Well, Sweetspark, ready to meet the others?" Cliffjumper asked, his voice filled with Excitement as if he was ready to show off a new toy to the others. Techno let out a sigh and leaned back into the seat, pressing her whole body against its cushioning. "Fuck no, but meeting new people always makes me a nervous mess, so let's get this over with, eh Cliff?" she replied with a mix of resignation and a touch of humor.

She shifted her gaze towards Cliffjumper's holoform, taking in his appearance. He was clad in a bright red leather jacket with a black t-shirt underneath. Blue jeans and red Converse adorned his feet. She couldn't help but notice the prominent blush on his cheeks, which stood out against his dark red hair. "Dude, what's up?" Techno asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

Cliffjumper scratched the back of his head, a sheepish smile gracing his lips. "Ah, well... you see, I can feel that," he confessed, pointing towards her as she sat looking at him with a puzzled expression. "I can feel your whole body in the seat. You're really the first-ever human passenger I've ever had. I never knew how sensitive my touch sensors were when not engaged in battle," he admitted, his embarrassed smile lopsided.

Technoblade couldn't help but laugh softly, finding Cliffjumper's admission kinda adorable. "Well, Cliff, I'm fucking honored to be your first human passenger," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. "Just try not to get too distracted by the sensations, especially when driving. We don't want any accidents, do we?" she added, teasing him gently.

Cliffjumper's mischievous nature continued to shine through as he responded to Techno's playful jab. His blush deepened, and a mischievous glint flickered in his optics. "Oh, you are going to be fun, aren't you, Techno? I'll keep my focus on the road. But I make no promises about you not begging for another ride," he replied, punctuating his words with a playful wink. Techno laughed and lightly shoved his arm, enjoying his playful banter. As the blue-green portal spun to life in front of them, Technoblade's amusement faded slightly. "Let's get this over with, you fucking flirt," she said, a mixture of teasing and nervousness lacing her voice.

With a laugh, Cliffjumper drove the car into the portal, and the sensation that followed was disorienting. Colors swirled around them, causing a momentary vertigo. When the swirling subsided, they found themselves in a large vaulted room made of metal. Towering metal figures stood in anticipation, their presence commanding respect. Cliffjumper pulled over and gave Techno an encouraging smile, his words barely a whisper, "Time to face the music, Techno." With that, he dismissed his holographic form once more, disappearing in a burst of static.

Techno took a deep breath and stepped out of Cliffjumper's altform, feeling a mix of awe and nerves. As she stood there, a mechanical noise caught her attention. She turned around and saw Cliff's car breaking apart, transforming into a metal being resembling the other Autobots that stood nearby. She blinked in surprise, taking in the sight before her.

"Heya, Sweetspark, meet my crew," Cliff said, nodding towards the other Autobots. Techno's gaze shifted to the others, her eyes widening as she took in their impressive forms. Feeling a surge of determination, Techno approached the Autobots, with Cliff walking several feet behind her as to not out pace her or walk over her. There was a big possibility that without watching where he stepped he could step on her, though she very much doubts that would kill her given she was practically immortal and maybe she was given how many things she was promised.

Out of the group of Autobots one stepped forward, He was tall and his aura commanded respect. He was blue, red and chrome, he stood almost regally and his walk even more so catching her full attention she couldn't help but straighten as he walked close but stayed several feet away.

"Welcome Technoblade, To Autobot Omega base, I am Optimus Prime"

Oh my fucking god, I hate typing but because I hate myself I cant fucking stop. If some pieces don't sound right I'm using a thing to correct my grammar since my typing sucks.

Once again. I update when I feel like it. No amount of arguing or reviews will make me type any faster or post faster. Don't like it, well boo fucking whoo.

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