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.
Welcome to chapter 5 of Anarchy
and so it continues…
~In the snowy plane~
"What" ~CLANG~ "Did" ~CRASH~ "You" ~SMASH~ "FUCKING DO!" The Anarchy god yelled being in his corporal form, His wild dark pink hair practically standing on end with his rage, he was holding the severed arm of Primus and beating him over the head with it. Unicron stood off to the side feeling quite lopsided with only one of his horns growing back in the short time they had reprieved from the Anarchy god's anger. He knew exactly what his brother did and he really couldn't blame the Anarchy god for being pissed off, Primus did mark the young girl with his insignia without the consent of the now raging human god, that and he believed it was also because of the nonsense that was going on with Primus' children all being infatuated with the young human. Then again Unicron believed he would also get the same treatment since his followers also will have an obsession with the girl but gladly he was spared from such things as the human didn't meet any Decepticons just yet…or not officially at least.
.:Brother…Why is your Prime the only one to resist the pull of the girl's energy?:. Unicron interrupted as the severed arm slung down in a loud clang as it hit Primus over the head once again. .:He's not…He's a bit more resistant to the energy because of the small sliver of my spark within the Matrix but…he will fall soon enough since it is by my will that the girl has this energy:. Primus whimpered cowering away from the human god who still held his arm in a very threatening manner. Technoblade floated over, the rage and bloodlust that was exuded by the human god was even more than what Unicron could ever produce, silently Primus wondered if the girl could exude this aura of bloodlust as the Anarchy god floated closer "She can" he answered very simply as if he read the mind of the creation god before floating back down to the snow covered ground.
"You know, I believe I specifically said she will kill both of you when she gets back here…I have a much better idea. How about I KILL YOU BOTH OVER AND OVER AND OVER!" Techno yelled, throwing the severed arm at Unicrons head making a direct hit to the newly grown back horn breaking it again. .:...Awww Come on!:. Unicron whined, touching the horn that was once again broken off by the human god. "Both of you so-called 'gods' are pathetic! Never have either of you experienced true battle, true war, and No, a war that took place on your body doesn't count!"
"What the heck is going on here?" A new voice spoke up on the verge of letting loose giggles. Primus, Unicron and Technoblade turned to the new voice. The new figure was floating above all three gods, This figure was laughing at the two beaten up gods. He had blond hair which was covered by a white and green striped bucket hat, he had a scruffy beard and bright green eyes. He wore something very similar to a traditional Japanese yukata but he wore a black turtleneck underneath a pixelated angry looking heart dangling from a necklace. "Hello there" The winged man waved down at the group.
"Primus, Unicron. This is Phil…Philza is a Demi-Deity he's married to the human goddess of death. Phil, this is Primus and Unicron, Cybertronian gods of creation and destruction. Philza is my sorta adoptive parental figure slash best friend" The anarch god grinned and floated up to where Philza was just hovering. "So, anything new happen?" This just made the birdman laugh and shove the anarchy god. "Not much, Trying to keep an Egg alive, Chyanne takes after you apparently, but what's this I heard about you having a follower?" Technoblade smiles and floats down to the homestead "If you wanna see, then come inside…You two are not allowed in until you're healed, I don't want that crap you call blood in my home" Philza grins following his friend down and stepping into the house.
.:We understand:.
Techno could feel only warmth as it surrounded her, a gentle hum in her ear was soothing to listen to, the images of a golden technologically advanced city sprawled across her mind as she dreamed. That was until something shifted beneath her and she could hear hushed speaking, which brought her back to a state of wakefulness. As she slowly regained her senses, Techno realized that she had been using someone as a pillow.
"Ratchet, you are needed elsewhere. Optimus mentioned something about energon inventory or whatever, I wasn't really paying attention. I'll take over as the Femme's pillow for now," a voice whispered from somewhere to her right. There was more movement and the sensation of someone sliding out from under her head, followed by another body taking their place. This body, however, felt slightly shorter and less muscular than Ratchet's.
Mumbling softly, Techno slowly opened her eyes, still drowsy from sleep. Her vision was hazy, and she couldn't quite make out the identity of the person who had become her new pillow. Before she could fully regain her senses, the pull of sleep overtook her once again, and she drifted back into the depths of slumber. In the distance, a dark chuckle resonated, fading away as the vivid scenes of Cybertron's golden age returned to her dreams.
Unbeknownst to Techno, Jazz watched over her, a dark smirk playing on his lips as he held the human femme close to his chest. The rhythmic beating of her spar-Heart in her chest intrigued him, its resemblance to a sparkbeat piquing his curiosity. He found himself fascinated by the delicate rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, a natural instinct for humans but a conscious act for bots. With a dark gaze, he studied her peaceful expression and pale features, his blue eyes changing colors to a deep amber and began tracing the contours of her face as she slept.
Slowly Jazz began to move his hands through her hair, gently combing his fingers through the pale pink locks, then began tracing down her back. Looking around the room to see if anybot was around before he continued gently tracing her exposed skin before landing on the golden crown tattoo on her back. It looked very menacing and just genuinely gave off a bad vibe to him, he believed it ruined the look of Techno's pale skin and if he had his way it would be removed or covered with his own mark.
Jazz began trailing his hand farther down Techno's body nearing her waist before a hand flashed into existence, materializing out of thin air and snagged his wrist. Blinking, his amber eyes shifted back to their deep blue hue as he turned to see who had thwarted his advances.
Standing before him was Blaster, donning his distinctive red and yellow hoodie that made him easily recognizable. A pair of headphones rested around his neck, emanating a soft, unknown melody. The stern expression on Blaster's face spoke volumes, silently challenging Jazz to even consider uttering a word.
Jazz raised an eyebrow, his trademark smirk fading into a more cautious expression. He recognized the unspoken warning in Blaster's glare and wisely decided to remain silent. It seemed he had caught the attention of the Autobot communications specialist, and he knew better than to test the boundaries of Blaster's patience.
Acknowledging the interruption, Jazz withdrew his hand, realizing he was caught, he really should have known better, Blaster had eyes all over the base and was constantly watching the monitors, the only more diligent communications officer out there was Soundwave who was a Decepticon. Blaster gestured with a head nod to move and leave as he gently lifted the sleeping form of Techno into his own arms.
With a huff Jazz dismissed his holoform silently and transformed into his bot form before storming out of the atrium, his footfalls practically silent. Observing Jazz's swift exit in his bot form, Blaster arched an eyebrow, noting the unusual silence and subtlety in his movements. He made a mental note of this observation, his intuition alert to any potential implications. However, his primary concern was Techno's well-being, so he shifted his focus back to her, intent on ensuring she was undisturbed and at ease.
Blaster, with Techno cradled in his holoform's arms, made his way out of the atrium with a deliberate and steady gait. His navigation skills were impeccable as he carefully moved through the base, heading towards his monitor room. The room provided a tranquil and secure environment, making it an ideal place for Techno to continue her peaceful rest.
As he walked, Blaster's attention was divided between the monitors and maintaining his holoform, a feat that showcased his exceptional multitasking abilities. Being a Communications bot, he possessed two central processors, a unique feature that set him apart from many others. This capability allowed him to handle multiple tasks with ease, much like his counterpart, Soundwave.
As he entered the control room, which also doubled as his bedroom, Blaster carefully approached his berth. Adjusting his bot form, he positioned himself so that his holoform had a clear path to climb onto the tall berth. With a gentle motion, he eased Techno onto his chest, providing her with a comfortable resting place.
Ensuring her safety and tranquility, Blaster settled into a reclined position, allowing Techno to use him as a pillow. He gazed down at her peaceful face, his holoform exuding a serene presence as he quietly monitored the surroundings, ready to protect her as she continued her slumber.
~The Snowy Plane~
"Who the FUCK IS THAT BECAUSE THAT IS DEFINATLY NOT THE AUTOBOT JAZZ!" A loud roar of anger shook the quiet snow covered mountains and knocked the snow off the trees that surrounded the area. "Techno, pfft, c-calm down" A low baritone voice giggled at the rage.
.:Spare me! Please!:. A loud voice whimpered before the sound of metal being torn and ripped rippled through the land as well as laughter of one birdman.
A copper smell, a metallic taste, a warm liquid pooling in her mouth. Blood. This was blood and it tasted like metal, it was gross and yet, She couldn't stop drinking it. The primal urge for more roared in her head, it felt right she needed this. Without it, she didn't know what she would do.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
BLOOD.
Techno's senses finally caught up with her as she tightened her arms around the person underneath her, her nose and lips nuzzling into the crook of their neck. "Techno. If you keep that up, I'm going to have a problem," a deep voice chuckled, making the neck she nuzzled vibrate with the sound. Startled, she pulled back, only to meet the amused gaze of Blaster, his blue eyes sparkling with affection. "Hey there, sleepyhead," Blaster teased softly, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Enjoying your little nap?"
Techno felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she smiled back at him. "I might be enjoying it a little too much," she admitted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and comfort. "You make a great pillow." Blaster chuckled, wrapping an arm around her in a warm hug. "Well, I'm flattered," he said, his voice gentle and caring. "Anytime you need a place to rest, you know where to find me." With a contented sigh, Techno snuggled into his side, feeling a sense of ease "Thanks, Blaster," she said quietly.
"What happened though? I was with Ratchet, reading about the Golden Age, and he was playing with my hair... and I fell asleep. But that doesn't explain how I got here... wherever 'here' is," Techno mumbled, looking around the room with a hint of confusion in her eyes. It was a bedroom, but she also noticed several camera monitors, displaying different parts of the base. She could see Blaster's bot form looking at the monitors, occasionally glancing at one that flickered with movement.
With a friendly smile, Blaster replied, "Ah, this is my room. It also doubles as a control center since I'm the communications officer for the Autobots. That over there is me, my Bot form. I'm able to multitask to the extreme." He gestured towards himself, his pride evident in his tone.
As Techno listened intently, Blaster continued, "You were with Ratchet, but Jazz made him leave with some weird task. And well, Jazz was going to do... something I'd rather not say, but I stopped him and brought you to my room, away from where Jazz could bug you. I don't know what's up with him nowadays." Blaster thought back to when Jazz dismissed his holoform and stormed off, not making much sound, before shaking his head. "There's something I need to bring up to Optimus later. Anyway, you've been asleep for only an hour. Plus, Bee and Arcee will be looking for those kids who saw them last night. School dismissal should be in a few hours"
"Wait, last night? How long are patrols then?" Techno asked, confused since she saw Arcee and Bee get back from patrol this morning. "Usually all night. We bots don't need as much sleep as you humans, and we can always power down and wake up when we are needed," Blaster explained with a charming smile, pulling Techno closer into his chest. She was very soft and warm, and the way her body fit in his arms felt like he was in paradise. "I like to sleep when I'm comfortable. Wherever and whenever I can, I probably fall asleep very easily."
Blaster's eyes sparkled mischievously as he chuckled at her remark. "Oh, I can tell you're a heavy sleeper, but that's a good thing. It means you trust us to watch over you," he said, playfully tapping her nose with a finger. "But don't worry, we'll make sure you get enough rest here, and maybe I can even help with that." Techno raised an eyebrow, catching on to his playful tone. "Oh? And how exactly do you plan on helping with that?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Blaster's smile widened, and he leaned in a little closer. "Well, let's just say I'm a master at providing soothing sounds and melodies. I can play some tunes that will lull you into the sweetest dreams," he replied, his voice carrying a smooth and enticing quality. Techno couldn't help but smile at his flirty remarks. "Is that so? Well, I might just have to take you up on that offer sometime, I do like music and I have fallen asleep to Lofi music before"
Blaster's eyes sparkled with delight as he began thinking of soothing lofi tracks he thought Techno might enjoy. "Anytime, gorgeous. Just let me know when you're ready for a private concert," he said with a warm smile, leaning over and gently kissing Techno's cheek, which made her blush in response. "Love the color on your cheeks, Sweetspark," he teased playfully, enjoying the effect he had on her.
Techno playfully rolled her eyes, trying to hide her growing affection for the flirty communications bot. "You're such a charmer," she replied with a soft laugh. Blaster's grin widened, and he gently cupped Techno's cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over her soft skin. "I can't resist a beautiful femme like you," he admitted, his voice tender and sincere.
In that moment, Techno felt something spark in her, and she involuntarily leaned in closer, closing the gap between them, and placed a gentle kiss on Blaster's lips. It was a soft, tender kiss, filled with curiosity, affection, and surprise. Blaster's optics widened in pleasant surprise before he closed his eyes, savoring the intimate moment.
As they pulled away, Blaster's face softened into a warm smile. "Well, I'll be fragged," he whispered, genuinely surprised and welcoming the unexpected kiss. Techno went silent and looked away, her blush now darker than her pale pink hair. She had no idea where that came from, but from the fading warmth on her shoulder, she would definitely blame her Anarchy god.
Blaster chuckled softly, savoring the mix of emotions dancing across Techno's features. "Hey, no need to worry about it. Sometimes, the best moments are the unexpected ones," he reassured her, his voice tender and warm. Gently tilting her chin to meet his gaze, he added, "And I must say, I rather enjoyed that surprise. In fact…" Before she could react, Blaster leaned in and captured Techno's lips with a passionate, heat-stopping kiss. Slowly and deliberately, he moved to hover above her, his kiss deepening.
Techno's heart raced, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. While she enjoyed this newfound intimacy after being alone for so long, she didn't have much experience with kisses, dates, or dating. Despite her confident and flirtatious nature, she was sheltered in many ways. So, she closed her eyes and decided to let instinct guide her. She surrendered herself to the moment, feeling the tender caress of Blaster's lips against hers.
Blaster's kiss was skillful and passionate, and Techno couldn't help but respond, her body and mind surrendering to the pleasure of the moment. The sensations were overwhelming, and yet, there was a sense of comfort and safety in Blaster's arms. She allowed herself to be carried away by the intoxicating connection.
As the kiss continued, time seemed to stand still, and all that mattered was the tender dance of their lips. Blaster's touch was electrifying, and Techno found herself lost in the embrace of this charismatic and charming bot. She let go of her fear and embraced the desire that surged within her.
But just as quickly as the kiss had started, Blaster pulled back, his eyes locking with hers, searching for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. He saw the uncertainty in her eyes, and with a soft smile, he brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "You're doing great, gorgeous," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. "Got a surprise for you, Sweetspark," Blaster chuckled as the door opened, and in walked Cliffjumper, with a glint of something in his optics.
"C-Cliff?" Techno stuttered from her position under Blaster, who was now sporting a mischievous smirk. "Shh," Blaster shushed Techno, his hand gently caressing her cheek as he leaned closer.
Cliffjumper transformed, and his holoform activated to reveal his bot form. Blaster's human holoform also shifted into his own bot form, though smaller in size. Cliffjumper stood next to the two, a playful grin on his face, before he leaned down and captured Techno's lips with his own lip-plates. It was an unexpected gesture, but somehow, it felt just as warm and inviting as Blaster's kiss. Techno found herself getting lost in the intensity of the moment, her heart pounding in her chest.
Pulling away, Cliffjumper whispered, "How could you leave me out of such a…sweet treat, Technoblade?" The use of her full name sent shivers down her spine, and she felt a rush of emotions going on all at once. What was going on, just yesterday night Cliff was getting jealous of all the flirting that was happening, What the hell is going on? "I…" Techno was about to say something when Blaster shushed her and chuckled, his voice low and sultry. "Looks like you're quite the popular one today, gorgeous," Blaster teased, his arm still wrapped protectively around her as he moved both of them so that Cliff could cuddle into her side, being very careful of the sharp metal points on his armor.
Techno felt like a doll being sandwiched between two very affectionate bots who were essentially passing her back and forth just for soft kisses, nuzzling her neck. For some odd reason, she didn't mind at all. Cliff was confident and commanding, while Blaster was soft and methodical in the way they kissed her. It had only been three minutes, and Techno was already panting from the kisses she was receiving from both Mechs.
Her heart raced, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating mix of emotions and sensations. It was like being caught in a whirlwind of passion and desire, and she found herself completely enthralled by the attention she was getting from both Cliffjumper and Blaster. She was the center of their attention, and it felt exhilarating and thrilling.
Until the door slammed open, scaring the shit out of the three, Blaster and Cliff dismissed their holoforms out of reflex as Ratchet, Jazz and Optimus walked in. Jazz practically seething with anger and Ratchet openly yelling at Blaster and Cliff for dragging Techno away. Techno could feel the sudden shift in the room's energy. She turned to look at Ratchet, Jazz, and Optimus with unease. Jazz's normally charming smile was nowhere to be seen; instead, his expression was twisted with anger and jealousy.
Techno felt a pang of confusion and concern, unsure of what had triggered such a strong reaction from Jazz. Blaster and Cliff exchanged worried glances, clearly taken aback by their friend's sudden change in demeanor. Ratchet wasted no time in voicing his frustration. "What the frag were you two thinking?!" he shouted at Blaster and Cliff, his normally calm demeanor replaced by fury.
Blaster tried to defend himself, "We didn't mean any harm, Ratchet. I took Techno from the medbay while she was sleeping and she woke up here. Cliff came in only five minutes ago and we were just having some fun" Jazz's optics remained fixed on Techno, his anger palpable. "Fun, huh?" he spat, his voice laced with venom. "Looks like you were having a lot of fun, didn't you?" Techno flinched at Jazz's accusatory tone, not understanding why he was so angry. "Jazz?" she asked, genuinely concerned. But Jazz just scoffed, his jealousy consuming him. "Oh, nothing's wrong," he retorted sarcastically. "Just enjoying the show." Blaster stepped in, trying to mediate the situation. "Come on, Jazz. It was just a friendly kiss. There's no need to get worked up about it." Jazz's optics narrowed, his anger not abating. "Friendly, huh? Is that what you call it?" he snapped. His optics narrowed into slits, fixed on Blaster and Cliff with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Techno could feel the seething heat emanating from him, like a storm about to break loose. Techno couldn't tear her eyes away from Jazz, the jealousy and rage in his gaze palpable. It was as if the world around them had disappeared, and it was just the both of them locked in a fierce emotional standoff.
As Ratchet's scolding continued, Jazz's fists clenched even tighter, and his entire frame seemed to vibrate with suppressed rage. Finally, Optimus stepped in, his authoritative voice cutting through the chaos. "That's enough," he commanded, silencing everyone in the room. "We have more pressing matters to attend to. Technoblade, please come with me. Ratchet, you as well." Optimus extended his hand for Techno to climb up onto.
Techno quickly stood up, fixing her shirt, and rushed over to where Optimus's hand was waiting. She climbed up onto the waiting hand, and as she did, Optimus considerately shifted his hand to his opposite shoulder, allowing her to perch comfortably. She settled on his shoulder, gripping the plates to maintain her balance as Optimus walked out of the room.
Ratchet reluctantly relented, giving Blaster and Cliff a final stern look before leaving the room with Optimus and Techno. Jazz, however, lingered for a moment, his gaze still fixed on Cliff and Blaster, before turning on his heel and storming out in the opposite direction of where the others went. Blaster let out a heavy sigh, breaking the silence. "I don't know what's gotten into Jazz," he muttered, shaking his head. "He's been acting strange lately." Cliff shrugged, his expression reflecting concern as he looked after Jazz's retreating form.
With a sense of unease lingering in the room, Blaster and Cliff exchanged glances, their thoughts unspoken yet filled with worry for their fellow Autobot. Something was definitely amiss, and they knew that they needed to figure out what was going on with Jazz before it escalated further.
Optimus could feel Techno's hands grip the seams of his armor, her touch gentle yet with a slight tightening of her grip with every step he took. She was warm on his shoulder, probably feeling a mix of embarrassment and concern at being caught up in such a situation. Optimus couldn't help but notice that Techno seemed to smell sweeter than she did earlier in the day, a delightful scent that reminded him of candied energon. He found himself oddly drawn to the sweet fragrance emanating from her. "I swear Optimus, both Blaster and Cliffjumper should have known better than to take a patient from the medbay without telling me first" Ratchet grumbled while swiping through a datapad with a digit.
"I assure you, Ratchet, it was not their intention to cause any harm," Optimus replied calmly, though he understood Ratchet's concern. "They were merely trying to comfort Technoblade and got carried away. Nonetheless, I will speak to them about following proper protocols in the future."
Ratchet grumbled in response, his optics narrowing as he continued to swipe through a datapad with a digit. He seemed to be focused on something specific, perhaps a medical report or some mission data. Despite his annoyance, Optimus knew that Ratchet's primary concern was always the well-being of his fellow Autobots.
Optimus was about to say something more when Techno fidgeted on his shoulder, Optimus couldn't help but feel a slight pang of concern. He glanced at her, trying to understand what might be bothering her. It was then that he noticed a warm wet sensation on his shoulder, and his optics widened in surprise. The sweet smell got stronger with each movement she made.
"Technoblade, are you alright?" Optimus asked gently, making her blush and look away "I-I'm fine" She mumbled clenching her legs together this caught the attention of Ratchet who gave her a stern glare and scanned her with his medical scanner making her yelp at the suddenness of the scan. "Oh hush Femme, you're not going to die from a simple scan. Hmm. Elevated hormone levels and…oh…presence of natural lubric- oh…OH." Ratchet quickly put away the scanner screen and looked away with a blush. Optimus just tilts his head confused which Techno admitted looked adorable on the Autobot leader as he looked at Ratchet expediently. "For Primus' sake Optimus, the femme is aroused, her body is readying itself for interfacing" Ratchet grumbled with a glare, Techno just blushed and looked down at her lap.
"Can…can you not talk about that…please" She mumbled quietly, making both the medic and leader look at her with a light blush on both Autobot's cheeks. "Is there anything that will help…this go away?" Ratchet asked, confused on how to help before continuing. "While I know talking about Interface or Sex in human terms is taboo, It was a very open thing on cybertron even if it made people nervous. Sparkmerging and bonding was however a private affair and rarely talked of. Do humans…need to do anything to relieve themselves?"
Techno groaned softly and buried her face in her hands, not really wanting to explain any part of human needs and wants to the Autobots, especially the medic and leader. "Just…shut the fuck up and stop talking. Ignore it like humans do and just go about our day…Please," Techno begged softly, feeling embarrassed by the situation.
Ratchet couldn't help but chuckle and muttered something about humans being too sensitive about their bodies. "Technoblade, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Involuntary things happen to even the most collected bots, even Ratchet," Optimus said with a slight smirk playing on the corner of his lips as Ratchet grumbled at being called out like that.
Techno smiled slightly, her cheeks still very pink but it was interesting hearing Optimus' joke even if it was slightly. "Though, It may be embarrassing to hear Technoblade, You smell incredibly sweet right now it is…enticing to say the least." Optimus confessed lightly as they continued making their way to the atrium and medical bay of the base. "I…I've never been told That smells sweet before…or is it you Cybertronians have different ways of smelling and scenting things?" Techno muttered and continued to look down at her shoes. Ratchet hummed before speaking "Our sense of smell is indeed stronger than a humans IF we choose to smell at all"
Techno nodded as they reached the medical bay, and Optimus ever attentively held a hand to his shoulder for Techno to step on so that she may get off. Stepping onto the servo, she stood awkwardly as Optimus smiled and moved her to the medical bed where she was only two hours earlier, falling asleep in Ratchet's arms. Eyeing the golden age datapad that was on the bed, she walked over, grabbing the tablet, and sat down to continue reading.
"Ratchet had informed me of your vitals as you sat and read the datapad. You are underfed, malnourished, almost," Optimus said with a gentle concern in his voice. "When the younglings arrive, I will have Bumblebee and Cliffjumper escort you to get everything necessary to take care of you and the children while they and you are in our care. While you are strong, it is most likely that your malnourished state comes from the genetic defect that increases your muscle density, taking fuel from your body to enhance muscle growth instead of nourishing your body."
Techno looked up, her eyes wide with surprise that they understood her biology and correctly guessed that she was malnourished. She had known for a while that she had this genetic trait, but living for 200 plus years without healthcare and doctors, she had simply ignored it. Then, when the new war started, fueled by her friend's actions, she became so skinny that she looked abnormal, with bulging muscles and a thin, undernourished rest of her body. Towards the end of her life, she managed to gain some weight back, but it still wasn't enough to address the underlying issue. Now, in her new body, she still had the same genetic traits, but at least she had access to healthcare and resources to keep herself fed and healthy.
"I understand. I was only recently informed about this problem," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "I'll get all the necessary things to keep myself fed while I'm here— a fridge, microwave, even food, since I'll be coming here every day."
Optimus nodded approvingly, his optics showing understanding. "That sounds like a good plan, Technoblade. The Autobots will make sure you have everything you need to take care of yourself and the children when they arrive," he reassured her. "And remember, if you ever need anything or have any questions, you can always come to me or Ratchet." Nodding, Techno shifted, sitting cross-legged with the datapad in her lap. "Thank you for caring about me, Optimus, Ratchet," she said sincerely, smiling up at the two bots who looked down at her with calm, gentle expressions.
"I shall leave the two of you. Continue on with your reading, Technoblade. The Golden Age of Cybertron is expansive. It is my favorite to read as well," Optimus said warmly as he walked out of the room.
With a huff, Ratchet slid something akin to a metal curtain closed, giving Techno a semblance of privacy. "Now, you can go back to your reading while I continue monitoring your vitals and continue the deep scan from before. I was only able to get so far as a metabolic scan."
Techno nodded in understanding and turned the datapad back on, continuing where she left off. The historical accounts and fascinating details of Cybertron's golden age kept her fully engrossed, and she lost track of time as she delved into ancient history. Ratchet once again formed his holoform behind her, and he began running his fingers through her hair, just as he had done before. Techno couldn't help but relax under his touch, feeling a sense of comfort at the familiar feeling. "You humans are relaxed and comforted by the strangest things," Ratchet mumbled with a smile leaking into his voice.
"It can't be that strange, can it?" Techno asked, finishing up the chapter she was on before setting down the datapad gently.
"Well, you are comforted by the oddest things, but then again, Cybertronians used to find comfort in touch before the war. Now, everyone is overly cautious," Ratchet admitted, gently running his hands through her very soft hair. Turning her head, she looked at the medic.
"I know what war does and the aftermath of war, how it affects people," she replied softly with a somber tone as Ratchet's hands continued to run through her long hair. The gentle touch of the medic brought a sense of solace, allowing Techno to briefly forget the weight of her past and the uncertainties of her future.
Ratchet nodded, his optics showing understanding. "War leaves scars, both visible and invisible. We have all been through a lot," he said softly, the weight of his words hanging in the air.
As Techno pulled away, Ratchet stopped his preening of her hair, unsure of what she was about to do. But he was taken by surprise when she turned her whole body and sat down right in his lap, easily slipping her arms around his torso and placing her head on his chest. The unexpected intimacy caught him off guard, but he soon relaxed, letting his arms encircle her in a gentle embrace.
"I know war, I know what it does, Ratchet. It is not kind," Techno whispered softly against his neck, her words laden with the weight of experience. Her touch and proximity sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and something deeper in her presence.
Techno continued, her voice soft and soothing, "We all need someone to be the kindness after the harshness of war, a shoulder to cry on, someone who is just willing to listen." Her words resonated with Ratchet, reminding him of the countless soldiers he had tended to, the pain he had witnessed, and the silent battles they fought every day.
Feeling an overwhelming sense of connection with her, Ratchet gently pulled Techno closer, their bodies pressed against each other in a tender embrace. At that moment, he couldn't hold back his feelings any longer. With his spark guiding his actions, he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss on Techno's lips. It was a soft, lingering kiss, filled with unspoken emotions and gratitude for her understanding and empathy.
Techno's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but she quickly melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around Ratchet's neck. Their lips moved together, the world around them fading as they immersed themselves in this unexpected moment of intimacy. Unbeknownst to them, a glowing red optic narrowed into a slit before disappearing altogether.
As they pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, both of them catching their breath. "I…I should-'' Techno started to speak and move away, only to be cut off by Ratchet changing his holoform from human to his bot form. He pulled her securely back into his lap and against his chestplates. "You should be staying still for the scans, and staying put so I can kiss you more, Technoblade," he said with a playful tone, his voice reverberating through his chestplates.
Techno blushed, "Ratchet, I..." she stammered, her heart pounding in her chest. Ratchet's optics softened as he brushed his fingers against her cheek. "You don't have to say anything," he whispered, "Your heart beat and sweet scent tell me everything, I am a Doctor after all" Techno leaned into his touch, savoring the feeling of his warm hand against her skin. Leaning in Techno placed a soft kiss on his cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before pulling back slightly.
Ratchet's optics sparkled with warmth and affection. "You're too cute for your own fragging good," he whispered, his voice low and husky. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against hers, and his servos snaked around her waist, pulling her hips against his. He was mindful of any sharp pieces of his armor, ensuring her safety as he deepened the kiss.
Techno felt a surge of desire and excitement course through her as Ratchet's lips pressed firmly against hers, his kiss sending tingles down her spine. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling herself even closer to him, reveling in the closeness of their bodies. As their lips moved together, their breaths mingling, Techno couldn't help but wonder what it was about her that made the Autobots go crazy over her. Blaster was the first to kiss her, and then Cliffjumper was all too eager to join in. Now, with Ratchet's passionate embrace, she found herself on the verge of moaning out loud, intoxicated by the sensations that his touch evoked.
A low rumble emanated from Ratchet's chest, vibrating through her own body, heightening the intimacy of the moment. The air around them seemed to sizzle with electrifying chemistry, and Techno felt her heart race with excitement.
In that intimate space, she let go of any reservations, allowing herself to fully indulge in the pleasure of the moment. Ratchet's skilled kisses and the way he held her made her feel desired and cherished, and she couldn't deny the pleasure it brought her. Time seemed to stand still as they continued to explore each other's lips and embrace, their bodies pressed together in a passionate dance. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in their intimate exchange.
Then once again, the calm and intimate world they were in shattered as the curtain was forced open. Ratchet yelped in surprise, quickly dismissing his holoform out of shock, accidentally causing Techno to tumble onto her back onto the medical bed. Jazz stood there with a stormy expression, his optics narrowed with anger and possessiveness. His sudden appearance felt like an invasion of their private moment, and Techno could feel the seething tension in the air.
Optimus and almost the rest of the Autobots were there with Jazz, and Techno could sense their confusion and concern. Jazz had tattled on the intimate encounter once again, and it was clear that he was not pleased about what he had witnessed. His jealousy and anger were palpable, and it sent a chill down Techno's spine.
As Techno sat up on the medical bed, she could feel Jazz's burning gaze fixed on her, his anger practically radiating from him. He clenched his fists tightly, visibly struggling to contain his emotions. "What the frag is going on here?" he spat out, his voice laced with bitterness and possessiveness.
Ratchet, ever composed, tried to defuse the situation. "Jazz, there's no need to get so worked up," he said, though his own tone carried a hint of annoyance. "And It's none of your fragging business."
Jazz shot Ratchet a venomous look before turning back to Techno. "None of my business?" he scoffed, his voice rising. "We're all supposed to be a team, and yet you're just cozying up to him like that and with both Blaster and Cliffjumper too?"
Techno felt a mixture of surprise and irritation at Jazz's outburst. She didn't like being talked about as if she were some object to be fought over. "it's not like that," she replied firmly, trying to keep her own emotions in check. "Ratchet and I are friends, same with Cliffjumper and Blaster, and there's nothing wrong with that."
"Friends?" Jazz sneered, his optics flashing dangerously. "You two looked pretty damn friendly to me." Ratchet stepped between them, trying to act as a mediator. "Jazz, enough!" he said firmly. "This is not the time or place for this. Let's all take a step back and calm down."
But Jazz was not easily calmed. He was consumed by his own jealousy and possessiveness, unable to see reason. His anger continued to simmer, and it was clear that this was far from over. Techno could feel her own frustration rising, but she knew that arguing with Jazz in this state would only make things worse. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. She could really do a lot of damage if she let her anger go especially since Unicron and the Anarchy god symbols were practically burning her skin with the need to cause some chaos.
"I expected this from Cliffjumper, but Ratchet, Femme, you are amazing at catching the attention of the Mechs. I might just have to get myself reformatted to be a mech to see what I'm missing out on," Arcee smirked, looking Techno up and down, her teasing playful and lighthearted. This caused Jazz to openly glare at Arcee, his jealousy burning fiercely. Ironhide, with his boisterous laugh, only added fuel to Jazz's internal fire.
Amidst the banter, Ironhide activated his holoform on the medical bed and playfully stole a kiss straight from Techno's lips. Techno sputtered in surprise at the unexpected but thrilling kiss from the weapons specialist, her heart racing in her chest. Her cheeks flushed, and she found herself lost for words as Ironhide's playful remark left her both flustered and oddly delighted.
"Sweet, like candied energon. Would make any bot want more," Ironhide chuckled with a twinkle in his optics before dismissing his holoform with a wink, leaving Techno dazed and unsure how to respond.
Jazz, on the other hand, was practically overheating with anger and jealousy, his optics narrowing as he struggled to contain his emotions. He felt possessive of Techno, and seeing other bots express their affection towards her ignited a fierce battle within him. He clenched his fists, trying to maintain composure, but it was clear that Jazz was seething with jealousy and frustration.
"I really don't understand the problem, Jazz. It was normal to have many Mechs to one femme on Cybertron. Humans have something similar called Polyamory, so what if she chose Cliffjumper, Blaster, and Ratchet now. She is very open about accepting their advances and seems to understand Polyamory quite well. Your jealousy is unfounded and quite disturbing," Prowl spoke up, trying his best to understand. Techno was discussed about all last night how they would share her, but it would be her choice if she wanted things that way. Every Bot that was there agreed to it.
Jazz's optics flared with anger, his frame tensing as he struggled to contain his emotions. "Polyamory or not, I don't like the idea of her being with anyone else," he retorted, his voice sharp. "It just doesn't sit right with me. I can't stand the thought of her with Blaster or Cliffjumper or any other bot."
His clenched fists trembled with pent-up fury, and his normally calm facade was cracking under the weight of his emotions. The other Autobots exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to handle Jazz's new emotions, it was like they were dealing with a completely different bot.
Techno looked at Jazz and opened her mouth to speak only for Jazz to cut her off. "You don't get it!" he growled, taking a step closer to Techno, his body language becoming more threatening. The others all tensed including Optimus, Ironhide's blade slid out of its place silently and one of his arm cannons whirled to life glowing slightly.
Techno just sighed, she knew this would happen, the infighting over the mary sue always happened and she hated it. She didn't even know why she was letting any of this occur she could have just fucking walked away but no, something was fucking wring with this Jazz, he felt like Denis did when he went insane and shit. Oh, holy shit this wasn't Jazz was it. "Oh, for Primus' sake," she muttered, looking up at the short bot. "Get bent."
Jazz froze, confusion replacing his anger. "W-what?" he stammered, caught off guard by her unexpected response.
Techno's glare intensified as she spoke firmly, refusing to back down. "You heard me. Get fucking bent, Jazz. I'm tired of your possessiveness and creepy ass behavior. If you really cared about me, you would have respected my boundaries and treated me with respect, like the others do."
Her words seemed to hit Jazz hard, his confusion deepening. "I didn't mean to—"
"No excuses," Techno interrupted, her voice cutting through his attempts to explain. "Actions speak louder than words, and your actions have shown me enough. If you truly cared about me, You wouldn't have tried to molest me while I slept, You wouldn't have ran to Optimus the first time something intimate happened, and you wouldn't have run to Optimus the second time when I was with Ratchet. You're being a creep, You went and tattled because of some fucked up jealousy thing going on in that processor of yours"
Jazz looked taken aback, his anger now replaced with self-reflection. He realized that his behavior had crossed a line for an Autobot, and he didn't have an excuse for it. Techno turned away from him, not wanting to see any more of the mech "Leave me alone, give me a few days, weeks even and if you can keep to yourself and not be a creep or tattle then MAYBE, just maybe I'll talk to you again. For now, I won't say anything more to you"
Optimus' voice carried an unmistakable undertone of hidden anger as he addressed Jazz. "Jazz, come with me," he commanded, his usually calm demeanor now shaken by his displeasure. "We need to have a discussion about your behavior… a very long discussion." Optimus couldn't fathom how one of his most trusted soldiers could act so inappropriately towards a civilian femme like Techno. He himself felt a connection to her, but he would never let his feelings cloud his judgment or act on them without her consent. He respected her as an individual and would treat her with the dignity she deserved.
Addressing the others, Optimus continued, "Arcee, Bumblebee, it is almost time for the Human schooling system to dismiss. Please go pick up the children and bring them back to the base so they may be briefed."
Jazz's optics flickered with surprise and guilt as he followed Optimus, feeling like a scolded child. He knew he had crossed a line for an Autobot, and now he had to face the consequences of his actions. He wondered how he could have let his jealousy and possessiveness get the better of him. It was not like him to act this way, but he couldn't help himself when it came to Techno. There was something about her that made everything fall into place, he hoped in the next few days he would have patrol alone so that he may contact Soundwave with his newest report. He debated on if he should tell the slender-con about Techno, but then again the slender-con had no feelings so he wouldn't dare take the femme for himself.
The base was quiet as they walked through its halls, the tension between them palpable. Jazz knew he had a lot of explaining and lying to do, and he was prepared to face whatever reprimand Optimus had in store for him. He only hoped that he could find a way to make things right and prove that he was worthy of being part of the team once more.
~In the Snow Planes~
A blond haired, black winged birdman sat atop a tree dying of laughter as his best friend slash son beat the ever loving shit out of the metal destruction god Unicron. Primus just stood off to the side like a little shy child as his brother got his ass handed to him by the human anarchy god.
.:Why, Why did we choose his follower? Why didn't we just find you Philza or better yet, why didn't we just break the oath:. Thunder crashed around them as the sky grew dark making all deities within the realm freeze. "Probably because if you did, you would have died, interfering with the living realm and…breaking that oath would have killed you, your people and your history. There would be no one left who would ever utter your name ever again." Philza adjusted his hat as the wind picked up around him as he spoke with a seriousness that only a heart attack could match.
"Phil is right, I only know of one god who tried and even I can't remember his name, simply because the knowledge of his name was ripped from my mind by…THEM…and only reason I even kinda sorta remember is because I fought them and won'' The dark pink hair of the anarchy god whipped around in the wind as he dropped Unicron's horn to the ground. "...anyway…who the fuck is mascarading as the Autobot Jazz?" the human god asked, looking at the metal deity.
.:Oh, um. Its…brother help me out here:. Primus looked around and whispered to his brother who was half buried in the snow again. .:Shidswwee:. Unicron muttered his face buried in the snow. .:Ah, yes. It's the Decepticon Sideways…he is known for being able to change his looks…he is brother to the Decepticon Makeshift:. Primus helpfully spoke hoping not to get beaten again.
"Sideways, Isn't he that creepy fucker who is made up of thousands of nanomachines?" Technoblade muttered, stroking his beard slightly. "Anyway…don't think Blade likes kids, they put a cramp on gettin down and dirty. Who wants to bet who Blade does the deed with first. I say Ratchet, who doesn't love playing doctor"
"Hmm, if she's anything like you, Techno. I'd have to go with any Decepticons simply because they are a challenge"
.:Cliffjumper, they look cute together:.
.:...Soundwaaveee:.
Unicron slurred from his place in the snow looking up. He was missing some teeth.
"Right…let's go back inside…not you two that disgusting shit you call blood stays outside"
.:Right…..:.
There seems to be this weird pattern to my writing, uploads and posts. Guess I shouldn't be surprised, I hate being challenged because I will do things out of spite.
Guess I'll upload every 5 days according to how I've been posting and writing.
Anyway, If you don't like any of my writing I couldn't give a shit go die, if you do like it give me praise and love.