Carrying Techno through her front door, Cliffjumper looked around her home taking note of the small amount of mail on the floor from her being gone on a roadtrip. Moving through the house silently he found her room with relative ease, the whole room was painted a dark purple, He gently laid her down on her bed pulling off her shoes from her feet, pulling the covers over her to ensure she was comfortable.
Cliffjumper looked down at her once more before setting out to explore Techno's home in order to learn more about this human femme that he nearly ran over with his altform.
Little did Cliffjumper realize how much Techno changed his fate, His fate to get captured by the Decepticons, The fate to die by the hands of Starscream and to rise up as a Terrorcon by being infected with Dark Energon by Megatron. That without Techno he would be dead and rusting alone without knowing what he could be, what he could do.
Welcome to chapter 4 of Anarchy
and so it continues…
~In the snowy plane~
"When she comes back you both are so dead…She might even kill me for letting you two even talk to her" A blood red mist floated about miserably doing what appeared to be daily chores around the cabin that was built within the snowy plane. "You just had to promise and give her all that crap, she's going to be so upset when she finally realizes you two made her a mary sue" the voice lamented softly.
A pure silver robotic being sat with its knees pulled up to his chest, golden liquid poured out of several gashes, parts of this being's body was scuffed and dented badly. .:How were we supposed to know she didn't actually want all those things? Besides you told us she always felt alone, now she has Cliffjumper…and the other bots too:. Primus looked up and over at the floating mist who was now darkly glaring at the creation god as he watered the flowers around the homestead. A low groan was heard from a mountain of snow.
The mound of snow shifted revealing a dark gunmetal grey bot with two broken horns atop his head and deep purple liquid pouring from the broken points .:Frag…:. Unicron groaned, turning his head to the side .:Did you really have to beat us down like this Anarchy god:. Primus asked, looking straight at the red mist. "Fuck yes I had to, otherwise you wouldn't realise how fucked you were. I gotta say for a creation god and a god of destruction both of you suck at fighting" The Anarchy god admonished setting down his watering can before floating over to the sables. .:Just because we are gods doesn't mean we are good at fighting, You've spent your entire life in battles Technoblade, even in your afterlife. You battled your own god of creation and even the human god of destruction, then you went and fought every human god ever created…WHILE still a fragging spirit. Primus and I may have fought but it's mostly throwing around our body not actual battle:. Unicron grumbled sitting up from the mound of snow with a shiver.
"Yeah, and I gained my own godhood because of it, both of you idiots have no excuse for being this bad at fighting. Blade's life was scarily similar to…that…it was almost destiny that I became her god, Wonder if she will like my gift…" Technoblade mused while petting a ghostly mist horse. .:You gave her a copy of her childhood home didn't you?:. Pirmus asked softly gazing up at the sky as the clouds swirled around making a viewing portal. "Yep, also what did I say about messing with my world" A red mist arrow sliced through the viewing portal that was just formed. "We aren't spying, just deal with it" Technoblade said with finality before turning back to his horse with a smirk.
~Techno The "Hero's" home~
As Cliffjumper, bored of watching Techno sleep, explored Techno's home, he took note of the layout and design. Entering a room he realized he walked into an art studio, Cliffjumper was greeted by a burst of color that covered the walls of the room. Three of the walls were adorned with vibrant murals, one wall had a cityscape and a vibrant orange sunset, the other wall had a beautiful snowy expanse with a little wooden home painted and there was a red swirl of paint with eyes, maybe a person, and the last wall was graffiti art showcasing Techno's artistic flair. Each stroke of the brush brought life to the room, immersing anyone who entered into a world of imagination and expression. Cliffjumper marveled at the intricate details of the artwork, appreciating the skill and passion that went into creating such masterpieces.
Moving to another room, Cliffjumper found a gaming paradise. The room was equipped with a powerful gaming PC setup, complete with multiple monitors and all the necessary peripherals. It was clear that Techno had invested time and resources into creating the ultimate gaming experience. The shelves were lined with video game boxes, some vintage others were newer, showcasing her collection spanning various decades, genres and platforms. Cliffjumper imagined the countless hours Techno must have spent conquering virtual worlds and engaging in epic battles.
As he ventured back into the master bedroom, where he found that Techno had somehow pulled her hair out of the tie it was in, letting her hair cascade down in a soft powdery pink waterfall, her features softened by sleep. The shades of blue that adorned the walls created a calming atmosphere, enveloping the space in a sense of serenity. The room was simple yet cozy, with a comfortable bed and a few personal touches that reflected Techno's unique personality.
The kitchen, dining room, and living room were more generic in design, with varying shades of blue tying the spaces together. They served as functional areas for Techno's daily activities, providing a gathering place for meals, relaxation, and socializing. There were even a few guitars set up in the living room, a bass guitar and a rhythm guitar. Cliff took in the ambiance of Techno's home, appreciating the thoughtfulness and creativity that permeated each room. The distinct spaces reflected different aspects of her personality, from her artistic pursuits to her love for gaming.
Cliffjumper chuckling dismissed his holoform and began reflecting on the events of the past few hours. Not even seven hours ago, he had been patrolling the countryside, his engine roaring with power as he scouted for energon. He had been in the midst of a lively conversation with Cee over the comms, discussing their exploits in scaring the pants off the New York police.
But then, a flicker of pink had caught his optic sensors, and his attention had shifted in an instant. Cutting off the comms, he had slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding colliding with a cute little human femme. She had been wearing a dark blue shirt, black pants, and blue slip-on shoes, her vibrant pink hair standing out like a beacon.
Quickly scanning her to confirm she was indeed human before activating his human holoform to step out of his altform and the rest was history. Settling into a light recharge he silently wished Techno a goodnight before drifting off into something similar to sleep.
Jolting up, Techno gasped for air, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her eyes darted around the unfamiliar room, panic surging through her veins. The last thing she remembered was getting into Cliffjumper's cab, and then... where was she? Taking in her surroundings, Techno's gaze fell upon the room's familiar details, and a wave of emotions washed over her. Tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks as she realized where she was. This was her childhood home, her parents' old room that she had transformed into her own sanctuary when the plague had ravaged the world. She had been just sixteen when both her parents had succumbed to the illness, and she had been left to navigate the chaos on her own. The memories of those dark times flooded back, the government's attempts to cover up the outbreak, and at 19 the government completely collapsed, and with its downfall her home burned in a fiery blaze that took out all of Los Angeles.
Moving to sit on the edge of the bed she noticed her hair, it was long, and pink. Growling she moved her head and looked at the long hair that spilled down her shoulders and down to her waist, silently cursing the gods again before getting up onto her feet. She noticed that she was still in yesterday's clothes, so she moved to her closet and opened the doors. Her eyes landed on an outfit she had always dreamed of wearing, but had never gotten the chance to before the fire. She pulled out a pair of tight black leggings that reached up to her midriff, a bright red tube band that accentuated her figure, and a baggy, see-through black tank top adorned with a skull print. This was her rebellious clothing she had gotten when her controlling mother finally died.
Gathering her clothes and the necessary shower items, Techno stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. The sound of running water filled the space, providing a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, her blood-red eyes met her own gaze, and she couldn't help but take in the changes that this new world had brought upon her.
Her appearance bore a resemblance to how she looked in her original world, but there were noticeable differences. In this dimension, she had acquired a more defined and attractive figure, with curves that accentuated her womanhood. Her ample chest and sculpted muscles, honed from wielding a broadsword during the time when civilization reverted to the iron age, served as a testament to her resilience and strength. The passage of time, wrought by the plague that devastated her world, had left her seemingly ageless. Techno contemplated her age, realizing that she was likely somewhere in her 200s now—a thought that both amused and bewildered her. The "Vanishing" and the subsequent era of the "Ageless" had forever altered the fabric of society.
With a sigh, Techno began removing her clothes, taking note of the scars that adorned her arms and shoulders. They were remnants of battles fought and survived, a visual testimony to her resilience and the harsh realities she had faced. Her eyes then trailed down to a significant scar that stretched from one hip to the other, a constant reminder of the moment she had nearly been cleaved in half.
Casting aside her worn garments, Techno stepped into the soothing stream of warm water, feeling it's comforting embrace envelop her tired body. As the water flowed over her, she allowed herself a moment of respite, letting the worries and burdens of the day dissolve.
Lost in her thoughts, Techno's fingertips traced the path of a large scar on her skin, a vivid reminder of a past filled with battles and struggles. Sensing her mind drifting back to that fateful day, she shook her head, determined to stay present in the moment. Retrieving the body wash from the rack on the wall, she focused on the task at hand, lathering her skin with gentle care, cleansing away the dirt of yesterday's adventure.
Her gaze wandered, exploring every inch of her skin in the steam-covered bathroom. And then, her eyes fixated on something unexpected. On the soft part of her inner thigh, there was a distinct mark, an intricate pattern printed in silver and black. It resembled the Autobot insignia, but with an ominous twist, darker and more foreboding. A realization washed over her as she recognized the symbol—Unicron's insignia, a mark that he wanted her to bear. A sense of curiosity filled her as she traced the lines of the Unicron symbol with her fingertips. It represented power and darkness, a constant reminder of the immense cosmic force that sought to consume and destroy.
Yet, alongside it, on her other leg, she found a contrasting insignia in gold and black—the symbol of Primus. The Primus symbol exuded a sense of serenity and hope, a symbol of balance and harmony in the face of chaos. It stood as a counterpoint to the darkness of Unicron, a reminder that even in the bleakest of times, light could emerge and prevail.
Techno couldn't help but wonder about the significance of her having these markings. They were etched on her very being, hidden from the world's gaze, visible only to those who shared an intimate connection with her. She pondered the implications of carrying both symbols, of being a vassal of conflicting cosmic forces. The Unicron and Primus symbols represented the eternal struggle between creation and destruction, light and darkness. But what about the symbol of the Anarchy god? She didn't recall seeing any trace of it on her body.
As Techno continued to examine her skin, searching for any additional markings, her thoughts wandered to the red mist that was the Anarchy god. Unlike Unicron and Primus, who embodied destruction and creation, the Anarchy god represented chaos and unpredictability. His golden crown symbolized his reign over disorder and upheaval.
Pausing, Techno opened the shower door to look at herself in the mirror. She turned around, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw the intricate golden spiked crown tattooed onto her shoulder blade. The design appeared as if the tattoo was stabbing into her skin, with tattooed blood droplets cascading from the spikes. Each gem that adorned the crown glimmered with a deep crimson hue, adding an aura of raw power to the symbol.
"Fucking damn it…this is why I hate gods," Techno muttered to herself, frustration lacing her voice as she reached to close the shower door. But before she could do so, the bathroom door swung open, and there stood a human Cliffjumper, his blue eyes widening as they took in her naked form. A deep blush spread across his cheeks, and he quickly averted his gaze, covering his eyes with both hands.
Before Cliffjumper could even utter a word, Techno let out a piercing scream, her surprise and embarrassment overwhelming her. The sound reverberated through the bathroom, filled with shock and fear. Startled by Techno's piercing scream, Cliffjumper's eyes widened in panic. He stumbled backward falling onto his ass, his face turning even redder, and he hastily closed the door shut. Feeling a surge of embarrassment and regret, he mumbled an apology through the closed bathroom door.
"I-I'm sorry, Techno! I, uh, I'm sorry. I'll just, uh... go," Cliffjumper stammered, his voice filled with embarrassment. Without wasting another moment, he hurriedly retreated from the hallway that her bathroom was next to.
Techno was left standing in the shower, her heart pounding with a mix of shock, embarrassment, and regret. She took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down, and eventually resumed her shower, hoping that he didn't catch the symbols on her thighs, he may have seen the one on her shoulder but that can be easily explained away, two cybertronian symbols could not.
Stepping out of the shower, Techno grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped it around her body, drying off her skin as she listened intently to the muffled voices coming from the living room. Her curiosity piqued, she quickly finished drying her hair and slipped into her chosen clothes. The outfit she picked out was very rebellious in nature and accentuated a lot of her curves and even showed off the Anarchy crown on her shoulder.
As she pulled on her clothes, Techno contemplated how she would explain the symbol on her shoulder to Cliffjumper and anyone else who might question it. A high school graduation gift at eighteen seemed like a plausible cover story. With her hair now tied up in a ponytail, Techno opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hallway. She walked down the corridor, the sound of Cliffjumper's voice grew louder as she approached the living room, mixed with the unfamiliar voice of another person.
As Techno entered the living room, her eyes quickly settled on Cliffjumper engaged in conversation with a tall man wearing a blue military jacket. His hair, a striking shade of dark blue, caught her attention. The two men paused their conversation and turned to face her, causing a faint blush to grace her cheeks.
"Morning, Technoblade," resonated the deep, familiar voice of Optimus Prime. It took a moment for her to register that the handsome man before her was none other than Optimus Prime in his holographic form. The realization brought a mix of surprise and confusion, why was he here?
Techno mustered a warm smile and greeted the autobot leader. "Morning, Optimus," she replied, her voice holding a confused tone as to why Optimus was here in her home. "Is…is there a reason you're here, Optimus?" she asked walking over to the couch before sitting down, it didn't feel right to be standing near the autobot leader. "There…was a scream transmitted through the Autobot comm link through Cliffjumper's side. He was trying to explain himself before you had arrived." Optimus looked at the blushing and stuttering Cliffjumper.
Techno's cheeks flushed even deeper as she realized the extent of the situation. She felt a surge of embarrassment and guilt for causing such a commotion, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I truly apologize for the scream," she stammered, her voice filled with genuine remorse, as she stole a quick glance at Cliffjumper. "It was a reflex, an instinctive reaction to an unexpected intrusion. I never anticipated anyone barging into the bathroom, let alone having the scream broadcasted over the Communications link for everyone to hear."
Cliffjumper scratched the back of his head, his embarrassment evident. "Yeah, I, uh, didn't mean to... I knew you were in there, but I didn't know you... were naked," he mumbled, his gaze fixed on the floor, his words laced with remorse.
Optimus nodded understandingly, his optics reflecting a sense of compassion. A warm smile formed on his face as he chuckled softly. "While accidents happen, it is important for all of us to be mindful of each other's privacy and personal space. We will take this as a learning experience and remember to knock before entering." He paused, his tone turning more serious. "All of the Autobots mobilized because of this incident, with the utmost concern for your safety. Even Ratchet moved to be on standby in case Technoblade was hurt."
Techno's voice was filled with a tinge of sadness as she muttered to herself, her gaze fixed on the floor. "I'm sorry... this day started off so horribly," she mumbled, barely audible to the two Autobots. Cliffjumper, overcome with guilt, walked over and took hold of her hand. His voice trembled as he spoke, the remorse evident in his tone. "I am so incredibly sorry, Techno. I can't even begin to express how sorry I am. If you want, I'll talk to Optimus and ask him to assign someone else as your guardian. I don't want to cause you any more distress."
Techno raised her hand, stopping Cliffjumper's words in their tracks. A gentle smile graced her lips as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with understanding. "It's alright, Cliff. Really, it is," she reassured him, her voice soft and comforting. "This will just be a funny fucking story we can laugh about in a few weeks. Don't be too hard on yourself." She allowed him to hold her hand for a few more moments before gently pulling away, standing up straight. "So, let me make some breakfast for myself, and then I guess it's off to the base. Optimus, feel free to roam around the house. Mi casa es su casa."
Optimus nodded appreciatively, a warm smile on his face. "Thank you, Techno. I appreciate your generosity. We will respect your home and make ourselves comfortable. And please remember, if there's anything you need or if you ever want to talk, we're here for you."
Techno nodded, grateful for the support. "Thank you, Optimus. I'll keep that in mind." With that, she turned and made her way to the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen she let out a breath and began making something easy and simple for food since she really didn't want to stay cooped up in her house, too many memories floated around this place.
Deciding on making some scrambled eggs, Techno pulled a pan from its storage rack and grabbed three eggs from the fridge. The sizzling sound of the eggs hitting the heated surface filled the kitchen as she skillfully stirred them. Lost in her cooking, Techno heard the door open, but assuming it was just some of the other Autobots, she paid it no mind.
As the aroma of the eggs filled the air, Techno's senses picked up on hushed voices echoing through her house. Curiosity tugged at her, and she couldn't help but wonder what had captivated the other bots' attention. With a soft chuckle, she imagined them stumbling upon her gaming room or exploring the vibrant murals in her art studio.
It wasn't until Techno finished cooking and turned off the stove that she felt a gentle touch on her back, right where the Anarchy crown symbol marked her skin. Startled, she turned around, and there stood Cliffjumper, his optics filled with a mixture of awe and curiosity. His words caught her off guard, as he expressed his fascination with human tattoos. "I... I read about humans putting ink under their skin, and I questioned why they would hurt themselves like that, but I didn't realize how slagging amazing it looks," he admitted, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Techno's surprise melted into a warm smile, touched by Cliffjumper's honest appreciation. She glanced down at the symbol on her back, the Anarchy crown shining with a mysterious allure. "It's a form of self-expression, Cliff," she explained, her voice soft. "For some, tattoos hold deep meanings, while for others, they're simply a way to adorn their bodies with art. Each one tells a story."
Cliffjumper's optics remained fixed on the symbol, tracing the intricate lines with his gaze. "It's like carrying a piece of your identity with you," he mused, his voice tinged with newfound understanding. "A symbol that represents who you are and what you believe in."
Techno nodded, her smile holding a touch of secrecy. "Exactly. Tattoos hold a part of my story, my journey through life. And this one... well, it's supposed to represent the start of my reign over my own life. I got it when I graduated high school," she explained, careful to conceal the true meaning behind the Anarchy crown symbol. There was a hint of guilt in her eyes, knowing that she couldn't share the full truth with Cliffjumper.
Cliffjumper's gaze lingered on the symbol, his curiosity evident. "It's a powerful symbol, then," he remarked, his voice filled with admiration. "A reminder of your determination and the beginning of a new chapter in your life." Techno's smile widened, grateful that Cliffjumper saw the symbol in a positive light. "Exactly," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of conviction. "Now, let me eat so we can get on with the day" she laughed playfully, nudging him out of the way as she grabbed her food and walked over to the table. Cliff laughed moving out of the way, his arms raised in a surrender "Fine fine, I know better than to come between a human and their fuel."
Upon sitting down at the table, Techno found herself surrounded by five men who had entered the kitchen, including Optimus. Among them were a pair of Twins with vibrant yellow and red hair, a tall and muscular man with black hair and battle scars, and a nervous individual dressed in a police uniform.
As she took a bite of her eggs, Techno's attention was immediately drawn to the assertive demand from the yellow-haired twin, Sunstreaker, she realized. "Femme, you and I need to collaborate on a mural painting together, and I will not take no for an answer," he declared.
Techno raised an eyebrow, her gaze locking with Sunstreaker's. She could sense his determination and stubbornness, but she was not one to back down easily. With a glare, she retorted, "Not with that attitude, slag for brains." She emphasized her point by scooping another mouthful of eggs into her mouth, determined to enjoy her meal and not be swayed by Sunstreaker's persistence.
"Sheesh, Sunny, that's not how you ask a femme out on a date. Let me talk," Sideswipe chimed in, laughing at his twin's failed attempt. He turned his attention to Techno, a mischievous smile on his face. "Don't mind the brute I have for a twin. He just gets so nervous around beautiful femmes like yourself. What do you say, Techno? How about you and I go out and hit the town? I can show you all the best racing spots."
Techno paused, considering Sideswipe's proposition. She swallowed her food and met his gaze, her expression thoughtful. "I already know all the best racing spots in this town. I do live here, you know," she replied, a hint of playfulness in her voice. "But I'm gonna have to pass on that. I hardly know any of you guys. Flirting, I'm fine with, but dates? No slagging way. Not until I know you all better." She emphasized her point, making it clear that she valued getting to know someone before diving into a romantic relationship.
"You race?" a nervous voice interrupted, the voice she recognized as Prowl. "Street racing is illegal in this state," he stated sternly, his concern evident. Techno turned her attention to Prowl, meeting his gaze directly. The intensity of their eye contact seemed to startle him, and he let out a very unmanly squeak, quickly breaking eye contact.
"Um, Prowl... Are you okay?" she asked, a touch of amusement in her voice. However, before Prowl could respond, another voice chimed in, full of laughter. It was the battle-scarred man she recognized as Ironhide. "Prowler likes yer optics!" he guffawed, clearly finding the situation highly amusing.
Techno couldn't help but chuckle at the exchange, finding Ironhide's comment rather comical. "Well, Prowl, I must say you have good taste. I like the way my eyes look too," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes. "But don't worry, Prowl, I have no intention of breaking any laws. I really only go watch, but if you prefer I keep away then I will" Prowl's face flushed with embarrassment, "I would indeed like you to keep to legal activities if you need to entertain yourself."
Finishing up her food, Techno got up from the table and placed her dishes in the sink, intending to clean them later. She turned to the group of Autobots with a playful smirk. "If you guys don't mind, I'll be right back. Try not to break anything... or each other," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. The Autobots chuckled in response, assuring her that they would behave themselves.
Techno walked out of the kitchen and made her way back to the bathroom to brush her teeth. As she brushed her teeth, Techno glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity, though the glow went unnoticed. She couldn't help but notice the peculiarities of her own appearance. Black sclera, vibrant red irises, and the striking pink hue of her hair. And now, as she looked closely, she realized her ears were pointed, giving her a slightly elven-like appearance.
Curiosity tugged at Techno's mind. Why hadn't any of the Autobots mentioned her unusual features? She had assumed they would have questioned or commented on her appearance by now. It puzzled her. Were they simply being polite and avoiding the topic? Or did they see her appearance as just what some humans looked like, and if so were they looking at photos of cosplayers?
Finishing her teeth brushing routine, Techno leaned closer to the mirror, examining her pointed ears with a mix of fascination and a tinge of self-consciousness. She had always felt plain but now with her new appearance she felt very self conscious, but being in the presence of the Autobots, who were themselves extraordinary beings, she couldn't help but wonder if her appearance is what they found attractive or was it something else entirely.
Then, it hit her like a ton of bricks. The realization washed over Techno, flooding her mind with pure unaltered rage. Primus and Unicron had offered her power, wealth, and their creations, molding her into a character that seemed almost too perfect—a Mary Sue. The thought sent a surge of rage through her veins, and she couldn't contain it any longer.
In a fit of fury, she pulled back her fist and unleashed a powerful blow into the mirror, shattering her own reflection and leaving a gaping hole in the wall behind. A dark growl escaped her lips as she silently vowed to kill both deities if she ever crossed paths with them again. The shards of glass lay scattered on the floor, mirroring her shattered sense of self.
However, her rage was interrupted by a gentle touch on her wrist. Startled, she threw out her other fist ready to hit whoever touched her only for it to be caught by Optimus in his human holoform who was standing beside her. Without a word, he let go of the wrist he caught and carefully took hold of the fist that was still in the wall, slowly pulling it free and inspected her hand, his touch gentle and comforting. As he examined her hand, she realized there were no fresh cuts or slices in her skin, only the remnants of old scars.
Optimus met her gaze, his expression filled with worry, and surprise at her unhurt skin. He didn't utter a word, but the silence between them spoke volumes. Techno took her hand out of his and stepped forward, walking straight into his much larger frame seeking refuge. She buried her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his spark beneath his holoforms chest. Optimus hesitated for a brief moment, his arms hanging at his sides, unsure of how to respond but slowly he wrapped his arms around her, encircling her in a gentle embrace. He had never been sought out by anyone for comfort in trying times, his frame initially stiff but gradually easing into the embrace.
In the safety of his embrace, Techno felt a sense of warmth and security. She could hear the steady beat of his spark, a reassuring rhythm that reminded her that she was not alone. The worries and frustrations that had overwhelmed her just moments ago began to fade, replaced by a feeling of calmness.
After a few moments Optimus pulled away and looked down "Would you like to tell me what upset you that it made you break a mirror and put a hole into your dwelling wall?" he asked in a gentle and relaxed voice. Techno averted her gaze, her frustration still simmering beneath the surface. She took a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts and find the right words to explain her outburst. "It's... complicated," she began, her voice tinged with a mix of resignation and frustration. "Just…I really just…got angry, I don't really want to say why, but I'm not mad at the autobots or you Optimus I swear" Techno's voice trailed off, her frustration and self-blame evident in her words. The walls she built to suppress her anger and the control she had meticulously maintained over the years just slipped away so easily, exposing a side of her she had worked so hard to keep in check.
As she contemplated her sudden loss of control, she couldn't ignore the subtle sensations coursing through her body. The warmth radiating from the Anarchy crown symbol on her shoulder and the tingling of the Unicron insignia on her thigh caught her attention. It dawned on her that the deities tied to the symbols were somehow influencing her anger, fueling it with their own dark emotions. A foreign feeling of joy entered her body through the Crown on her shoulder as if she just discovered a secret treasure, she stiffened and looked away from Optimus.
This feeling and realization unsettled her, were they watching, spying on her. Waiting for the moment she fucked up her mission to suddenly terminate the deal they had with her. A flood of calming warmth washed over her coming from all three symbols, a reassuring warmth, they were only reacting to her emotions. Mentally sighing in relief she looked back to Optimus who was patiently waiting for her to compose herself.
With a sigh, Techno refocused her attention on Optimus, the one who had offered her comfort and understanding. "I'm sorry for losing my composure," she admitted, her voice tinged with regret. "It's just... there's a lot to this anger that I can't explain. But I want you to know that it's not directed at you or the Autobots. It's something I need to figure out on my own."
Optimus listened attentively, his gaze filled with empathy and concern. "Techno, I understand that you're grappling with complex emotions," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "And I want you to know that we're here for you. We'll support you in any way we can, but we also respect your need for space and time to work through these feelings."
Techno nodded, grateful for Optimus's understanding. "Thank you, Optimus," she said, her voice soft and appreciative. "I appreciate you listening and for your concern, Now why don't we get back to the kitchen so we can head on with our day" She redirected and began to leave the bathroom with Optimus following along. However, as she turned the corner, her momentum came to an abrupt halt. Techno collided with an immovable force, causing her to stumble backward and land on her ass. She let out a groan, rubbing her sore behind, when she heard Ironhide's familiar voice chuckle from above her. "I've had femmes fall fer me before, but this is ridiculous," he teased, his deep voice resonating with amusement. It was clear that she had accidentally walked right into the muscular chest of his holoform.
Ironhide extended a hand to help her up, a mischievous glint in his optics. "Careful there, darlin'. Can't have you trippin' over me all the time," he said with a playful grin, his deep voice resonating with charm. Techno gladly accepted his hand, feeling a warm energy coursing through her as he effortlessly pulled her back onto her feet. "Well I'll just have to avoid walking into that wall you call a body then," she replied in a snarky tone.
Ironhide chuckled at her snarky response, finding her wit and fiery spirit captivating. He playfully squeezed her shoulder as he walked beside her, his arm draped casually around her. "Oh, darlin', you're a feisty one. But trust me, I'm a lot more than just a wall," he teased, his voice filled with amusement.
Techno couldn't help but laugh as they continued walking together. Ironhide's presence was comforting, and his playful banter brought a smile to her face. It was a welcomed distraction from the intensity of her earlier emotions. As they rounded to the kitchen doorway, Techno could hear the lively chatter of the other Autobots, and she was about to join in on the conversation when Ironhide leaned down from his spot from behind her, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "So, Techno, any plans for the day? Maybe I can show you a thing or two about my world, if you're interested," he suggested, his optics sparkling with anticipation.
Blushing Techno was about to respond when a blur of green entered her vision and she was lifted up from the floor and pulled into a tall bulky frame and slung around like a teddy bear. "Techno! Good morning!" Bulkhead's voice rang out with a laugh. Techno's eyes widened in surprise as she found herself suddenly lifted off her feet and enveloped in a tight embrace. Laughter filled the air as she was swung around like a playful toy. "Bulkhead!" she exclaimed, laughing at his energy "Good morning to you too bud!" Bulkhead finally set her back down after a moment, Techno couldn't help smiling at the towering Autobot's jovial nature.
The sudden feeling of hands on her hips made her stop and turn to face whoever it was, only for a pair of lips to touch her own. Techno's eyes widened in shock as the unexpected kiss took her by surprise, red eyes met with dark amber colored eyes and everything went silent as she stood there, processing the situation. But as the realization sank in, a surge of rage overcame her. With a loud growl, she pulled away abruptly, her fist connecting with the holographic form's face in a powerful punch. The holoform was flung back and onto the ground, damaged and flickering the holoform dissipated, leaving Techno standing there, panting, her anger still smoldering within her. Ironhide and Cliff immediately came over to Techno's side, sensing her anger and upset. They approached cautiously, making sure not to invade her personal space if she didn't want them near, sensing no apprehension, Ironhide knelt in front of her, his expression filled with concern as he gently took her hand to inspect it. He traced the pale skin, searching for any signs of harm caused by her punch. Techno remained silent, her red eyes burning with anger. Ironhide noticed the old scars on her hand and the calluses on her palms, evidence of her past weapons training. "Easy, darlin','' Ironhide whispered softly, offering reassurance. "Yer' okay." Cliff turned to Optimus and made a request. "Optimus, go deal with Jazz, If I do it, I'm gonna slag him"
Optimus nodded, understanding the need to address Jazz's behavior. He gestured for Prowl and the others to follow him, their expressions reflecting a mix of concern and determination. They made their way outside, leaving Techno to her thoughts.
Meanwhile, Cliffjumper moved to stand in front of Techno, his presence a comforting shield against the world. He could sense her silent rage and frustration, and he knew that words wouldn't be enough to ease her turmoil. With a gentle and understanding gesture, he opened his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace. Techno's body tensed as she was suddenly pulled to a body, not realizing it was Cliffjumper she opened her mouth and bit down, fangs ripping into the holoform's false flesh of his neck. "Cliff!" Techno heard a voice yell but it was muffled to her as her blood roared in her ears.
In a burst of static, the holographic body vanished, leaving Techno kneeling on the floor. Her mind was consumed by panic and rage, fueled by the symbols on her body. It was a never-ending cycle that kept intensifying. The world around her blurred into a chaotic swirl of colors, and she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. A muffled voice reached her ears, but it was distorted and incomprehensible.
Suddenly, a voice broke through the chaos, urging her to breathe. "Breathe, Femme! Techno, you need to breathe!" The words pierced through the fog in her mind, and she blinked, realizing that Ironhide was the one shouting at her. Startled, Techno gasped for air, feeling the rush of oxygen fill her lungs. As her vision cleared, she found herself in Ironhide's lap facing away from him, his arms wrapped securely around her to prevent her from turning around and biting him.
Techno continued to take deep breaths, allowing the rhythm of her breathing to steady her racing heart. Gradually, she felt herself relaxing into Ironhide's embrace. Her gaze remained forward, focusing on regaining control of her emotions.
After a moment, Techno mustered the strength to lift her head and meet Ironhide's gaze. She couldn't help but be struck by his towering stature, even in his human form. His blue eyes seemed to glow with a warmth that mirrored the intensity of his optics when he transformed into his bot form.
Ironhide's voice broke the silence, his concern evident in his words. "Primus damned Tunnel vision, Techno. Yeh just had a panic attack. Jus' stay here for a bit and breathe." His words were gentle yet firm, and they resonated within her. Techno nodded, acknowledging his advice, and allowed herself to stay in his comforting embrace, focusing on the steady rise and fall of her breath as she regained her composure.
Ironhide's voice cut through the lingering tension, his tone coaxing and gentle. "Sweetspark, mind telling me something, anything about yerself, really? Just to get yer mind off what happened," he suggested, his voice carrying a soothing tone.
Ironhide carefully shifted Techno so that she was sitting sideways on his lap, her head finding a comfortable resting place against his chest. She felt the steady beat of his spark against her cheek, offering a sense of calm and reassurance. Techno let out a soft sigh before responding in a whispered voice, "Like what?"
Ironhide took her hand gently in his, his fingers tracing over the callouses that marked her palm. His touch was comforting, grounding her in the present moment. "Like how you got these callouses," he explained, his voice filled with curiosity. "I may not be a human, but Cybertronians have something similar. It's the thickening of the mesh where it's been worn down. Only people who wield heavy weapons get callouses like these."
Techno listened to his words, her mind drifting back to memories of her past. She glanced down at her hand, studying the callouses that had formed over years of training and wielding a broadsword. "Those callouses... They come from years of wielding swords, I currently only have a broadsword," she replied softly, feeling his gaze practically burning into her as his fingers traced over the callouses on her hand. "You still have that sword?" Ironhide asked, his voice holding a hint of intrigue. Techno looked up at him, her curiosity piqued. "Yeah, I think it's in my garage. Why?" she asked, her brows furrowing slightly.
Ironhide's grin widened, a mischievous glint in his optics. "Cause you're gonna bring it to base and spar against the bots with it," he declared, his enthusiasm contagious. Techno's eyes widened in surprise. The idea of showing off her skills and engaging in combat once more had its appeal, but she couldn't help but wonder how she would fare against the Autobots.
Nodding slowly, Techno considered Ironhide's proposition. She recognized the benefits of keeping up with her old skills and pushing herself through sparring sessions. It would not only help her maintain her combat proficiency but also provide an opportunity to bond with the Autobots.
But before delving into the sparring sessions, Techno felt the need to address an important matter. She looked up at Ironhide, her gaze filled with sincerity, and placed a gentle kiss on one of the many scars on his cheek. "Thank you, Hide. I appreciate your support," she whispered, her voice carrying her gratitude. "I also need to apologize to Cliff. If he were human, he would have been…killed."
Ironhide's optics softened as he reached up to touch the spot where she had kissed him, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Apologies can go a long way, darlin'. I'm sure Cliff will understand," he assured her, his voice filled with reassurance.
Techno shifted in Ironhide's lap and stood up, a determined look in her eyes, and held out her hand to help him up. Ironhide chuckled, his deep voice resonating with amusement. "Femme, I'm probably too heavy for you to help up," he teased. Techno raised her hand in surrender, a playful smile on her face, as she stepped away, allowing Ironhide to stand up on his own.
"First things first, let's retrieve that sword of yours and secure it in my alt mode," Ironhide suggested, his tone switching to a more serious and practical one. Techno nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of keeping her weapon safe during their journey. She led the way to her garage, opening the door to her garage, revealing a surprising sight that made Ironhide's optics widen in awe. The once ordinary garage had been transformed into a weapon forge, with half-made swords scattered haphazardly and remnants of failed attempts at crafting. The metallic scent filled the air, a testament to the countless hours Techno had dedicated to her craft. Ironhide couldn't help but gape at the sight, his admiration evident in his expression.
"Techno... why didn't you say you had a fragging paradise in here?" Ironhide exclaimed, his voice filled with both amazement and longing. His optics scanned the room, taking in the raw energy and creativity that permeated every corner. The sheer magnitude of her passion for weapon forging was impressive, and Ironhide couldn't help but be drawn to it. In a moment of excited desperation, he blurted out, "Be my sparkmate." Techno, not fully comprehending the concept of what a sparkmate was, she looked at Ironhide with a mix of confusion and amusement. "Um... suuuure?"
Ironhide blushed and began lifting up several blunted, dull and broken swords to make him look like he wasn't blushing. "This is really just a hobby, Ironhide. I don't consider myself a weapon smith or a forge master. It just…keeps me busy" Techno mumbled walking over to a sword pedestal and lifted up the very long two handed broadsword. "This is it, one of the only successful broadswords I've made."
Ironhide walked over and took the sword from her and began inspecting it "If you consider this just a hobby, well Darlin' sorry teh say that This to me as a weapon specialist is a fragging paradise" Techno raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by his enthusiastic reaction. "I didn't realize it would impress you that much," she replied with a playful smile. "But sure, consider it a paradise."
Walking to the door Techno couldn't help but notice the hopeful expression on Ironhide's face. "By the way, Ironhide, you mentioned something about being your 'sparkmate.' What does that mean?" Techno asked, genuine curiosity in her voice.
Ironhide's face flushed with embarrassment, realizing he had used a term she might not be familiar with. "Oh, scrap. That's a Cybertronian term for a deep and meaningful bond between two individuals," he explained, trying to find the right words. "It's like... a connection that goes beyond friendship or partnership. It's about sharing experiences, supporting each other, and... well, it's a bond that runs deep in our sparks. It's like the human concept of a Soul Mate"
Techno's eyes widened with understanding silently she swore at the gods once again. "I see," she responded softly. "Thank you…for clarifying. It sounds like a special and profound connection." Ironhide nodded "Yeh, it's supposed to be. But I didn't mean to put yeh on the spot like that I got excited is all." Techno nodded "I didn't realize a thing like that even existed…guess I should ask Ratchet to give me some reading material on Cybertronian Biology or something" She muttered.
Walking outside, Techno noticed the group of Autobots gathered around Optimus' holoform, with Jazz standing in the center looking sheepish. Ignoring the group for now, Techno and Ironhide made their way towards the massive, glossy black truck that was Ironhide's alt mode. She observed as Ironhide carefully secured her sword in the truck bed, using cables that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Curiosity tugged at her, but she decided not to inquire about the mysterious cables.
As Techno turned her gaze, she spotted Cliffjumper near Optimus, but her attention was immediately drawn to the healing bite mark on his neck. Her eyes widened in realization, understanding that the injuries sustained by the holographic forms were displayed as healing wounds. "Holoforms are the closest we can get to being human," Ironhide explained, his voice filled with a touch of somberness. "While they aren't human, any damage done to them appears as if it's already healing. It allows us to experience sensations and interactions as closely as possible to humans. The only thing a holoform can't do is consume human food."
Techno nodded, absorbing the information. It was a fascinating insight into the capabilities and limitations of the Autobots' holoforms. Looking at Jazz she noticed his nose was crooked and he had back eyes. "I need…to go talk to Cliff" She mumbled walking forward toward the group.
Cliffjumper's eyes immediately locked onto her, a spark of delight igniting within them. "There's my Sweetspark," he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine affection and admiration. "With the mean right hook and those beautifully sharp fangs. And I must say, I'm quite fond of the hickey you left on my neck, even if it does sting a bit. It's a mark that shows I belong to you."
"Always leaving my mark, huh?" Techno replied, a playful glint in her eyes. "Well, it's good to see you're taking it in stride. But I do owe you an apology, Cliff. I let my anger get the best of me, and I shouldn't have reacted that way."
Cliffjumper's expression softened, his gaze filled with understanding. "Awe Techno, it's alright. We all have our moments, and I know you didn't mean to hurt me. Just remember, I'm here for you, no matter what. And those fangs of yours? Sharp, beautiful, deadly and I would love to have them on my neck again" He smiled, taking her hand and giving her a goofy lopsided grin. There was a small sound, like a scoff that made Techno look around but no one seemed to have heard it.
"Alright, as much as I love being surrounded by all of you handsome men," she teased, causing a few chuckles to ripple through the group, "it's time to head out. Let me lock my door and make sure everything is secure. Today, I'll ride with Hide back to base."
Her declaration was met with a chorus of groans and disappointed protests. Even Optimus wore a slight frown, clearly not thrilled with the idea of Techno riding with anyone but himself, but it was also the fact he felt disappointed that she didn't choose to ride with him that confused him.
"But Sweetspark!" Cliffjumper practically whined, his expression a mix of disappointment and pleading.
Techno couldn't help but giggle at the sad kitten look Cliff was giving off. "If all of you guys don't stop with the protests and groans, then I'll have no choice but to ask Optimus to take me," she threatened, her tone playful yet determined.
The group fell into silence, realizing that Techno meant business. Cliffjumper's expression shifted to one of concern, and he stepped closer to her. "Alright, alright. We understand just be careful, okay?" he said, his voice filled with genuine care.
Techno smiled, touched by his concern. "Of course, Cliff. I'll be careful, I promise. And I'll see you all soon. Now, let me lock up and we can head out."
With that, Techno turned and walked towards her house, she locked her front door and walked back towards Ironhide's waiting form, Techno settled into the passenger seat, buckling up as Ironhide's holoform greeted her with a grin. She couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as they began their journey to the base.
"Alright, Hide, let's go," she replied, her voice filled with anticipation.
As they drove along, Techno glanced out the window, taking in the familiar sights of her neighborhood passing by. She turned her attention back to Ironhide, her curiosity getting the best of her. "Hey, Hide, where are Bee and Arcee? I haven't seen them yet," she asked, eager to know about the whereabouts of the other Autobots.
Ironhide chuckled, his deep voice rumbling with amusement. "Bumblebee and Arcee are on a scouting mission at the moment, searching for any Decepticon activity in the nearby city Jasper" he explained. "They'll meet us at the base once their mission is complete. Don't worry, they'll catch up soon enough."
Techno nodded, understanding the need for multiple assignments and having partners when going out so that someone would always watch your back when in battle. "Techno…mind explaining something to me about humans?" Ironhide asked while acting like he was driving his altmode. "Sure, ask away" She quietly wondered what he wanted to know. "How is it that…you are able to make smaller humans…babies?"
"Oh, jeez Hide…I can explain it in two ways…clinical or emotional" Techno blushed looking away from him. "Explain it in teh clinical way first, I am curious how Human and Cybertronian Biology differ, might not be able to really understand it but I'll Understand it more than I would if I looked on the internet, I'd rather not watch a three hour lecture or see a video of the conception. I know how humans frag because of Sunstreaker '' Hide shuttered making Techno laugh and wonder what the yellow twin did to make Ironhide know what sex was.
It was certainly a sensitive and personal topic, but she understood his curiosity as a Cybertronian trying to comprehend the concept of human reproduction. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before responding.
"Well, Hide, human reproduction is a natural process that involves the combination of genetic material from a male and a female," she began, her voice measured and calm. "When a man and a woman come together in an intimate and consensual manner, the man's sperm fertilizes the woman's egg, resulting in the formation of a fertilized egg or zygote. This zygote then develops into an embryo, and eventually, a baby."
Techno paused, carefully choosing her words. "The woman's body undergoes significant changes during pregnancy to accommodate the growing fetus. Over the course of approximately nine months, the baby develops and matures inside the woman's womb, which is called the uterus. The process is called gestation."
She continued, wanting to provide a comprehensive explanation. "During pregnancy, the woman's body provides nourishment and oxygen to the developing baby through a specialized organ called the placenta. The baby receives everything it needs to grow and develop from the mother's body."
Techno noticed Ironhide's intense focus, his optics fixed on her as he absorbed the information. "It's a remarkable and complex process, Ironhide, one that is essential for the continuation of the human species as a whole" The silence that followed was one of awe from Ironhide, he really didn't realize how much she actually knew on this topic. "...That's…incredible, how exactly do you know all this?" he asked, bewildered at how much information she condensed and threw out. "School, Teenagers learn stuff like this when they hit puberty, though boys learn more about their own body and girls have to learn all about pregnancy and shit" She shrugged used to how school was even if she hadn't been to school in over a hundred and so odd years.
"Wait, only human Femmes can get pregnant? If I remember correctly Mechs and Femmes in the past were able to create a new spark…but I'm not too big on biology, Ratchet is the bot you need to really ask, I barely know the basics" Ironhide confessed a bit embarrassed about his lack of knowledge. "It's alright Hide, glad you trusted me enough to ask, Reproduction is a huge topic for some people, and for some it's taboo to even talk about." Techno reassured the Weapons specialist gently patting his arm.
"If younglings learn about this in school then…do they~" Techno immediately cut him off "Stop…right there. I'll explain this here and now and you really should tell the others. Teenagers cannot consent to any sexual activity, they can barely consent among themselves." She spoke turning to Ironhide, her voice going hard like steel as Hide blinked in surprise "It's dangerous for a Teen to become pregnant and it ruins both of the kids' lives. Having to take care of a child when you yourself are a child is not fun nor is it okay. There are some instances where a Teen falls victim to an adult and vice versa when a teen lies about their age to get what they want."
Techno turns back facing forward glaring at the now desert road leading out of town. "Sex isn't just for reproductive purposes Hide, there's a serious emotional connection needed for some to even feel safe doing it. While for others Sex is just meant for pleasure, for someone like me, I can't get pregnant so sex is about the connection, the love, the pleasure and the passion. I hate it when people twist shit about this" Glaring down at her lap Techno fiddled with the hem of her shirt.
Ironhide, shocked into silence, slowly reached over and tapped her hand gently before taking her hand into his much larger one, "Cybertronians may not be able to reproduce anymore but like you we, interface, spark merge, and even sparkbonding for pleasure and the connection it gives us. Sparkbonding is permanent however, no divorce, no breakups, no separation, It always is, and always will be. I don't know the intricacies about it, so Ratchet would be better to ask, even Arcee would be better to ask about this"
Techno sighed, the day had just started and she already had several emotional outbursts because of her fucking connection to the deities, she fucking felt like a damn mary sue again and she hated it. Least she was trying to not fuck every single male thing she saw like some mary sue fuckwits do. "I'll ask at some point, it feels wrong to not know your history and biology. Hey Ironhide, I do have a question for you and I'm pretty sure you can answer it" She turned to look at him, noticing that they pulled into the base finally. "Okay, shoot" He said while stopping in the center of the atrium.
"What's Interface and how does it work?" Her question immediately made Ironhide sputter like an old engine, stuttering as he looked away, a very bright blush across his cheeks. Cliffjumper in his large bot form lumbered over "Heya Sweetspark, woah, what the frag is wrong with Ol'Hide?" She glanced at Cliffjumper, who appeared equally perplexed by Ironhide's sudden change in demeanor. "I don't get what the deal is," Techno shrugged, "I asked him what Interface was, and this is the result." Techno watched as Cliffjumper's optics widened in surprise, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. He chuckled and exchanged a knowing glance with Ironhide before turning his attention back to Techno. "Well, Sweetspark, Interface is a... rather intimate act between two Cybertronians," he explained, a playful smirk on his face. "It's a connection at the deepest level, it's an act that when performing there's a chance sparks align and merge, creating a unique bond and heightened sensory experience."
Techno's cheeks flushed as she processed Cliffjumper's response. The implications of what he was saying became clear, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and embarrassment. "So, it's a... physical act and essentially…it's the precursor to a spark merge" she asked, her voice a bit hesitant. Techno's mind was buzzing with newfound knowledge, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of fascination and a twinge of want for a connection like that. She shook her head, trying to regain her composure. "Well, thank you for enlightening me," she said, her voice dipping into a mumble as she just unfocused, staring off into space. "It honestly sounds a lot like how humans have…well, how humans have sex."
Cliffjumper grinned mischievously. "Anytime, Sweetspark. You know where to find us if you have any more... curious inquiries." His voice broke through the fog making her blush even deeper, realizing the teasing undertone in Cliffjumper's words. She playfully rolled her eyes and headed towards the main gathering area.
Ratchet was the only Autobot in the main atrium next to the Groundbridge monitoring the mission that was going on, other bots seemed to be either not in base or were maybe off doing their own thing. As Techno walked over with Ironhide and Cliffjumper following behind she greeted the old medic "Morning Ratchet" her call seemed to make him jump a bit. "Oh, Morning Technoblade" he muttered sounding almost confused as to why she greeted him of all bots. "Ratchet, do you mind teaching me, or at least giving me reading material on Cybertron's history and Biology…Hide and I had an…interesting conversation on the way to base and I really want to know more" Techno asked
Ratchet looked at Techno with surprise and let out a sigh. "I suppose it's about time a human was interested in learning about cybertron. " he grumbled, gesturing for her to follow him to his workstation. As they walked, Techno noticed Ironhide and Cliffjumper exchanging mischievous glances, clearly amused by Ratchet's reaction. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at their antics.
Once they reached Ratchet's workstation, he pulled up some holographic screens displaying various data and images related to Cybertronian history and biology. "Alright, I have a datapad on the fundamentals," Ratchet began, his voice more focused and professional. "Cybertron's history is long and complex, but this will cover the essential highlights. It'll touch on the Great War, the rise of the Autobots and Decepticons, and the eventual restoration of Cybertron. I'll provide you with some reading materials and data logs to dive deeper into specific topics." he said, handing her what essentially looked like a very large tablet. "Biology is a bit different since Optimus will not allow any datapads of our anatomy to be translated. There are humans out there who would love to get their hands on advanced technology like ours."
"Jeez, Docbot, just give her a lesson later. Techno here has a broadsword, and I want to see her use it in a small spar," Ironhide interjected with his boisterous voice, reaching into a hidden compartment near his chest to retrieve Techno's gleaming sword. The polished metal caught the light, reflecting a hint of danger and power. "This femme has a whole aft forge in her garage, a paradise for bots like me and Wheeljack," he chuckled, his optics twinkling mischievously as he brandished the sword like it was a mere dagger.
Techno's curiosity piqued at the mention of Wheeljack. The name didn't ring a bell, and she couldn't help but wonder who this mysterious Wheeljack was. "Wheeljack?" she inquired, her voice tinged with genuine intrigue, hoping to learn more about this intriguing character. "He's not on earth unfortunately but he always manages to find us so I don't think It'll be too long before the Wrecker shows up" Cliff interjected with a smile "Alright, femme, let's see these skills of yours," Ironhide remarked with a challenging tone, his voice resonating with anticipation.
Ironhide transformed back into his alt mode, He dropped her sword, and to her surprise, a smaller version of his bot form caught it with precision. The holoform mimicked Ironhide's smirk as he extended the blade toward her, presenting it as if it were a gift. "Your sword, darlin'," he said, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and playfulness.
As Techno accepted the sword from Ironhide, a surge of energy coursed through her. Ironhide could sense the shift in the atmosphere as the determined femme stood before him, her gaze focused and her expression devoid of emotion. She moved with a purpose, positioning herself at the center of the room before swiftly dropping into a ready stance. In that moment, she embodied "The Blade," seamlessly tapping into her years of combat experience.
Techno's mind slipped effortlessly into the warrior's mindset, a state where winning became paramount, even in a friendly spar. After so many battles and countless fights, she had honed her instincts to a razor-sharp edge, and it seemed impossible for her to turn off that fierce determination, even in a non-threatening situation.
As Techno prepared herself for the spar, Ironhide matched her intensity, transforming his arm into a formidable blade. He stood at the ready, his mindset aligning with hers, but there was a depth to his warrior spirit that surpassed even Techno's. Unbeknownst to Ironhide, Techno held a secret—the true extent of her age and experiences remained concealed. Though she appeared to be in her twenties, her age far exceeded that, and it intrigued Ironhide that someone so young in appearance possessed such a fierce warrior spirit.
The room was charged with anticipation as the two warriors faced off, their weapons at the ready. The clash of their energies filled the air, creating an invisible battlefield that only they could perceive. In this moment, age and appearances mattered little, for it was the fire within their sparks that would determine the outcome of their spar.
The room buzzed with anticipation as the other Autobots gathered, drawn by the palpable tension emanating from the two warriors. Techno and Ironhide stood like immovable pillars, their gazes locked, searching for the slightest sign of weakness. The energy in the room was charged, a silent storm waiting to erupt.
In a split second, Ironhide's reflexes betrayed him, a tiny twitch giving Techno the signal to unleash her incredible speed. With the weight of her broadsword in hand, she sprinted forward, closing the distance between them in a blur. Ironhide reacted swiftly, blocking her strike with the flat of his blade, the clash of metal ringing through the air.
Their silence spoke volumes as their eyes locked, an unspoken conversation passing between them with each fleeting second of eye contact. Techno seized the opportunity, executing a swift leg kick to Ironhide's chestplates, causing him to skid backward. Adjusting her grip on the sword, she swiftly followed up with a powerful backhanded slash, aiming to test Ironhide's defenses.
Ironhide's reflexes kicked into high gear as he swiftly pivoted to the side, narrowly avoiding Techno's backhanded slash. The force of her swing created a gust of wind that brushed against his holoform, his systems analyzing the speed and power behind her strike. Without missing a beat, he countered with a sweeping motion of his own, aiming to disarm her by knocking the sword out of her grip.
Techno, however, anticipated his move and adeptly twisted her body, using the momentum to spin away from his attack. In a fluid motion, she lunged forward, executing a series of lightning-fast strikes with her sword, each one aimed precisely at Ironhide's defenses. His holoform swiftly parried her blows with a mix of skill and brute strength, their swords clashing in a symphony of metal.
As the spar continued, their movements became a dance of precision and strategy. Techno's agility and speed were matched by Ironhide's raw power and experience. Each strike, block, and dodge displayed their honed skills, their bodies moving with a synchronicity born from countless battles and training sessions.
The intensity of the spar heightened with each passing moment, both combatants fully immersed in the flow of the fight. The sound of metal meeting metal echoed through the room, the others watching on in awe as this human femme was able to keep up with Ironhide, their weapon specialist, sure he was at a disadvantage with a sword but he still had more training with one than most bots.
As the spar continued, Techno's determination and skill began to shine even brighter. With each strike, she pushed Ironhide back, her movements precise and relentless. Ironhide found himself gradually being pushed on the defensive, struggling to keep up with her speed and agility.
In a swift and calculated move, Techno anticipated Ironhide's next strike and countered with a powerful swing, channeling all her strength into a single blow. The force of her attack collided with Ironhide's blade, causing a resounding crack to echo through the room. Ironhide's eyes widened in surprise as he watched his blade fracture under the sheer power of Techno's strike.
The broken blade clattered to the ground, leaving Ironhide momentarily disarmed and vulnerable. Techno seized the opportunity, swiftly closing the distance between them. With a deft movement, she kicked Ironhide knocking his holoform to the ground in a controlled manner.
The room fell silent as Techno stood over Ironhide, her sword pointed at his chestplates. The intensity in her gaze matched by the fiery determination etched on her face. It was a moment of triumph, a testament to her skill and strength. Ironhide grinned up at her, pride shining in his optics, acknowledging her victory.
The room erupted into applause and cheers as Techno's blade shattered Ironhide's with a resounding clang. The sight was met with a mix of astonishment and awe from the watching Autobots, who recognized the incredible feat she had just accomplished. Techno stood victorious, a triumphant smile on her face as she looked down at Ironhide.
"That, my friends, is why they call me 'The Blade'," she proclaimed confidently, her voice filled with a mix of pride and determination. She glanced around at the gathered Autobots, making sure her words reached each of them. "Remember it well."
Her eyes narrowed for a moment, her gaze fixating on Jazz, who seemed to just smirk at her intense glare. There was something wrong with him, he just made her feel uncomfortable even being this far away his gaze was just nasty feeling. Her attention swiftly returned to Ironhide, the playful banter resuming.
Ironhide chuckled, dusting himself off and rising from the ground. "Well, I'll be scrapped. I've never had my aft handed to me in such an intense way before," he admitted, a mixture of admiration and amusement in his voice. Techno couldn't help but grin in response, appreciating Ironhide's ability to take defeat with good humor.
Walking over to Ironhide, "You put up a good fight, Ironhide. It was an honor to spar with you," she said sincerely, her voice laced with respect. Optimus walked over his footsteps thudded against the ground very lightly, he gave a gentle smile to Techno before speaking "I am impressed with your sword skill, especially in defeating my weapons specialist, If you were Cybertronian I would be inclined to welcome you into the Autobot ranks as a warrior, but you are a friend and ally to the Autobot cause which is enough"
Techno gave a smile up at the Autobot leader "I would be more than fine being an Ally, While I love wielding my sword, I'm not one for war" the 'Not anymore' went unsaid. Just as the rest of the Autobots were preparing to shower Techno with compliments and flirty remarks, Arcee and Bumblebee returned in a rush. Their urgent expressions immediately captured everyone's attention, and silence fell over the room.
"Optimus, Sir. Oh, Hi Techno. Sir, we may have a problem. While in town, we were spotted by some Decepticon drones, and... we were also seen by humans," Arcee explained, her head hanging slightly as she delivered the news. The reaction from the other bots was a mixture of concern and quiet gasps.
Bumblebee chimed in, holding up two fingers to emphasize the point. :Two humans, a child and a teenager, both male: he added, attempting to downplay the significance by highlighting the small number. Optimus frowned, his voice filled with disappointment.
"Both of you exercised poor judgment in being seen by the humans and not bringing them back with you. We must locate and protect them, as the Decepticons may see them as potential allies to their cause," Optimus said firmly, addressing Arcee and Bumblebee. The gravity of the situation hung in the air, their responsibility as protectors weighing heavily on their shoulders.
Techno, ever observant and quick to assess the situation, interjected with a calm tone. She hoisted her sword up, placing the flat of the blade against her shoulder. "The child can likely be disregarded, as most adults dismiss children's claims as mere imagination. However, the teenager could pose a significant problem. Teenagers tend to boast about discovering something extraordinary, so it's best to locate them quickly," she suggested, her eyes focused.
Her words resonated with the others, emphasizing the importance of finding the teenager before any unintended consequences could arise. The room grew quiet, each Autobot contemplating the task at hand. Optimus regarded Techno with a mix of gratitude and approval.
"Technoblade, your insight is valuable. We must act swiftly and ensure the safety of the humans," Optimus declared, his voice brimming with determination. The room hummed with a renewed sense of urgency as the Autobots prepared for the mission ahead.
Techno, undeterred by the intensity of the moment, interjected once again with a strategic suggestion. "Actually, Optimus," she spoke up confidently, capturing the attention of her leader and the rest of the Autobots. "The easiest way to locate the teenager is to wait until their school session ends. There are only two schools in town—Jasper High and Jasper Elementary—so we can focus our efforts there. Swift action is necessary, but targeting the schools during dismissal provides the best opportunity to find them."
Optimus's optics widened in surprise, his gaze shifting downward as he contemplated Techno's proposal. Her logical thinking and knowledge of human routines impressed him. After a moment of thoughtful consideration, he nodded in agreement.
"Technoblade, your insight into human culture is invaluable to us. We will prioritize monitoring the schools during dismissal and pick up both children," Optimus acknowledged, his voice filled with appreciation. The Autobots took note of this adjusted plan, the room buzzing with a renewed sense of purpose.
"It's not much, but I do want to help," Techno mumbled to herself, feeling a mix of determination and concern. As she observed the Autobots deliberating on the mission to retrieve the humans, she quietly contemplated how she could contribute.
Ratchet, ever observant, noticed Techno standing on the sidelines and approached her. "Technoblade, would you like to go over those datapads while they discuss their mission?" he offered, his voice carrying a sense of understanding. Techno's attention shifted to the medic, her optics brightening with a glimmer of appreciation.
"Oh, sure," she replied, grateful for the opportunity to delve into the wealth of information provided by Ratchet. Lowering his hand for her to step on techno did so without much prompting, lifting her up Ratchet moved to his medical and workshop area of the vaulted atrium, Ratchet lowered her onto the medical bed, Techno observed the two large datapads resting on its surface. They exude an air of importance, promising insights into Cybertron's history. Ratchet's explanation clarified their contents—one focused on the golden age, while the other delved into more recent events such as the war, factions, and their origins. It was a difficult choice, as both held immense value for her understanding of Cybertronian society.
After a moment's contemplation, Techno reached out and selected the datapad containing the golden age history. She felt drawn to the allure of a bygone era, a time of prosperity, enlightenment, and unity. Placing the datapad on her lap, she felt a sense of anticipation as she prepared to immerse herself in the knowledge it held.
As Techno delved into the pages of Cybertron's golden age, her mind soared through the corridors of time, envisioning the grandeur and technological marvels that had flourished during that epoch. The tales of great leaders, scientific discoveries, and harmonious coexistence resonated deeply within her, instilling a sense of pride in Cybertronian culture.
Unbeknownst to Techno, Ratchet's scanning equipment whirred softly, diligently gathering data to assess her physical and mental well-being. The medic's hidden motive was born out of genuine concern, a desire to ensure that Techno was in optimal condition and to figure out why there was this allure to her, the energy that called them to her. While Techno delved into the depths of Cybertron's history, Ratchet's scans silently worked to figure out the puzzle that was before him.
Techno had no clue how long she sat there just reading but she knew Ratchet was monitoring her and scanning her, it didn't take much to figure that out since every scan he did tingled but she really didn't mind. She just hoped he didn't find the Unicron and Primus markings on her thighs but she also knew that both deities didn't want her to be found out so fast.
One of Techno's greatest flaws was her tendency to succumb to intense tunnel vision when she hyper-focused on a task or subject. It was a trait that had served her well in combat, but in other aspects of life, it could sometimes hinder her awareness of the world around her. As she delved into the depths of Cybertron's history, she remained blissfully unaware of Ratchet's holoform taking shape behind her.
Ratchet, in his human holoform, positioned himself gently behind Techno, his fingers lightly combing through her hair. The soothing sensation of his touch elicited a sense of relaxation, causing her to lean into the gesture without hesitation. It was a comforting presence in the midst of her intellectual exploration, a reminder that she was not alone in her quest for knowledge and understanding.
Unbeknownst to Techno, Ratchet's intention was twofold. While he derived satisfaction from providing her with a sense of comfort, his actions also allowed him to observe her closely, monitoring her reactions and ensuring her emotional well-being. As a medic, he understood the importance of addressing not only physical health but also the psychological and emotional needs of his patients.
Leaning back into the support of Ratchet's strong frame, Techno continued to immerse herself in the translated text, captivated by the vast amount of information that spanned Cybertron's golden age. The centuries of knowledge unfolded before her, revealing the intricacies of a once-thriving society. Meanwhile, Ratchet's gentle touch continued to weave through her hair, releasing the soft pink locks from their tie and allowing them to cascade down in silky waves. It was a comforting gesture, one that helped ease her mind as she delved deeper into the history of their home planet.
As Techno absorbed the knowledge, her fatigue began to catch up with her. The weight of her journey to the base, the emotional upheavals and the spar against Ironhide finally caught up to her. Unbeknownst to her, Ratchet observed the weariness in her eyes and the subtle drooping of her eyelids. He couldn't help but smile at her determination and dedication to learning, but he also recognized the importance of rest.
In a quiet lull between sentences, the datapad slipped from Techno's fingertips, its weight forgotten in her relaxed state. Finding solace and comfort in Ratchet's presence, she drifted into a light sleep, her head nestled against his chest. Ratchet was taken aback by how easily she succumbed to slumber, her trust in him evident in her vulnerable state.
Allowing her to rest, Ratchet maintained his steady hold, his fingers lightly stroking her hair as he monitored her vitals. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest against his own provided a sense of calm and reassurance. The bond between them deepened in the quiet stillness, as Techno found solace in the presence of a caring companion, and Ratchet embraced his role as medic very well in this instance.
Optimus watched on in quiet surprise, his optics fixated on Techno as she found solace in Ratchet's presence. A mix of emotions coursed through him, a blend of wariness and intrigue. The unique energy that emanated from Techno was undeniable, its subtle influence captivating those around her, bringing forth a sense of calm and security. It was a power that could unite or ignite, rallying his fellow Autobots into action or lulling them into a peaceful state.
But there was something more to Techno, something that stirred Optimus's intuition and fueled his curiosity. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was a greater force at play within her, something beyond their understanding. Was it the work of Primus, the ancient deity who had guided their kind throughout the ages? Or was it the sinister presence of Unicron, the malevolent counterpart seeking to sow chaos and destruction? Or was it something else entirely he did not know, but the more time he spent in her presence the more his wariness seemed to dissipate, she was dangerous, but not to him he realized. Not to him, nor his soldiers.
I do things for many reasons, I write what I write, do not question the chaos that is my mind.
Hail Unicron
Praise Primus
Blood for the Blood God