"So, Jackie, thinking about sticking around and being part of Team Prime?" Bulkhead chuckled enthusiastically. Ironhide walked up with his arms crossed. "If not, then join fer Techno. She has a way of keepin' bots around even when they don't wanna," the weapons specialist chuckled before walking off.

Wheeljack looked around the room at all the smirking faces as if they knew what was going to happen and were just waiting for confirmation. "Well, I don't really like being tied to one place," the wrecker started, a few of the smirks turned into glares, making Wheeljack chuckle and continue, "But…I'm not one to upset a femme. And from the stuff Bulk's been telling me, Techno and I have a lot in common." The tension lifted even further as laughter and nods of approval spread among the Autobots.

As the group settled in, awaiting Techno's awakening, Wheeljack found himself growing curious about the unique femme who had fallen into his arms. He glanced down at her sleeping form, a newfound feeling forming in his spark, and he didn't seem to mind.

Note:

A mix of Convoy and Machina coming up, also a reminder that this Fic is M for a reason and I am not going to warn you when anything M rated is going to happen, it will just happen.

Welcome to chapter 11 of Anarchy

and so it continues…

Waking up without remembering you fell asleep is rather disorienting. Now, add a headache, a blue light, and people talking. Now it's worse, and that's exactly what Techno is experiencing the moment she opens her eyes, only to quickly close them again, groaning softly. "What hit me?" Her voice is groggy and several octaves lower than normal, causing several people around to fall silent or gasp in shock.

A soft chuckle emanated from the mech holding her before he spoke, "No bot hit ya, you kinda fell into my arms though… maybe I should make a joke about you being a blessing from Primus… or calling you an 'Angel' by human standards." His voice had a gruff yet warm and joking tone, causing Techno to feel a mix of amusement and slight cringe at his lighthearted joke.

"Funny, but my head hurts, please don't make any jokes right now," Techno groaned softly, covering her eyes with an arm as another blue light passed over her, making her hiss at the brightness. "Don't go feral on me now, femme, these scans are important," Ratchet's voice broke through the silence, with a hint of amusement.

"Ouch! Hey doc, what are you doing?" The mech from before voiced his concern as something was happening outside of Techno's limited field of vision since her eyes were still closed. "Give one of your wires within your servo to Techno. I would do it, but I have to run the scans," Ratchet instructed.

Techno made a confused humming sound, prompting Ratchet to explain further, "Wheeljack here has been holding you, and I need to run tests on how energon reacts to your body. It's been about four hours since you bit Makeshift, and that energon has already been burned off somehow, possibly due to your warping ability, which you'll need to explain." Ratchet huffed and moved around from what Techno was hearing.

"You want me to bite… Wheeljack… and this is okay with him?" Techno asked skeptically, her reluctance evident in her voice. Biting a bot she had just met didn't sit well with her, and her instincts were making her feel a bit feral in the moment.

"Aww, I'm fine with it. I've had worse than a bite from a tiny femme," Wheeljack teased, prompting Techno to instinctively lash out and smack the closest thing to his voice, which happened to be his chest, resulting in a resounding "wang" sound. "Ouch… so feisty, I'm hurt," he chuckled in response to her action.

This caused her to emit a low growl from her chest. She wasn't in the mood for teasing, especially given her throbbing headache. "Wheeljack…" Ratchet's voice intervened, his tone carrying a hint of warning. There was some movement around her, and then something hovered close to her face with a gentle touch. Techno was about to protest whatever it was, but a few drops of warm liquid landed on her lips. Then not even a heartbeat later more of the warm liquid poured into her mouth, its sweet and tangy taste unmistakable as processed energon. The relief it brought was almost instantaneous, calming her nerves and soothing her headache.

Opening her eyes, Techno observed that she was indeed biting into one of Wheeljack's wires. However, this time, she had inadvertently bitten through one of the plates on his hand, which was a bit more solid than the wires she had cannibalized energon from before. She winced upon realizing this, and a similar expression of discomfort crossed both Wheeljack and Ratchet's faces. "... Ouch, that actually hurt, thought you said it wasn't going to hurt, Doc," Wheeljack whispered to the now shocked medic.

"She… has never bitten through a metal plate before… she might have bent something. When she's done, I'll check," Ratchet explained, his concern evident as he monitored the situation closely. Techno didn't pay much attention to their conversation at that moment. As she continued to drink the energon, she felt her energy levels gradually replenish, her body aches lessen, and her headache starts to fade away. After a few minutes, she released her bite, and it was then that the aftermath of her actions became apparent.

Four distinct, sharp puncture marks were left on Wheeljack's hand, each corresponding to the sets of fangs inside her mouth. Her upper jaw had two long canines on either side, followed by short but equally sharp incisors. The same pattern was mirrored on her lower jaw as well. The unique dental structure was a testament to her peculiar nature.

Ratchet examined the marks with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Interesting... your dental structure seems quite distinct from standard human…as well as bite strength," he commented, his professional curiosity getting the better of him even in this situation. Wheeljack flexed his hand and winced slightly. "Yeah, I can vouch for that," he said with a grin, his pain seemingly forgotten in the face of their curiosity.

"Wooow, Only Ratchet had actually gotten bit by our resident vampire. Cliff and Prowl got bit when they were in their holoforms. I'd consider yourself lucky Wheeljack" The teasing voice of Arcee came from somewhere making Techno flinch at the suddenness of her voice and it made her look down embarrassed.

"Sorry" Techno mumbled out an apology to the wrecker who just laughed and gently rubbed a finger over her cheek "You got nothin' to apologize for" He said with a rather lazy shrug before continuing "Besides, You went through Pit femme. I doubt any of the bots would mind you snacking on them."

"The energon seems to nearly dissipate into your system by the time it reaches your stomach…looks as how certain medicines work for you humans. It…doesn't look like it's harming anything so far." Ratchet commented with a hum.

Techno nodded, taking in Ratchet's explanation. It seemed that her unique ability to consume energon had some intriguing properties, although she was still coming to terms with the fact that she had bitten through metal. She looked up at Wheeljack, her gaze a mix of curiosity and concern. "Are you sure you're alright, though? I mean, I didn't mean to actually... damage anything."

Wheeljack chuckled and ruffled her hair gently. "Don't sweat it, Techno. I've had worse. Besides, it's not every day I get to be part of a unique experiment." He winked at her, his friendly demeanor putting her at ease.

Ironhide's playful yet sincere voice joined the banter, adding a touch of camaraderie to the scene. "Well, if we're gonna have a vampire on the team, might as well make sure she's a well-fed one," he remarked with a grin. Arcee couldn't resist a mischievous smirk, adding to the teasing. "Yeah, we wouldn't want our resident vampire to go rogue on us now, would we?"

"I'm not a vampire!" Techno's protest erupted with an indignant screech, echoing her frustration at the good-natured ribbing. The other bots couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, their amusement only intensifying. Arcee, undeterred by Techno's outcry, playfully continued, her tone dripping with jest. "You're right. Maybe we should start calling you 'Techno the Metal Muncher'."

The teasing finally pushed Techno's patience to its limit. Fueled by a surge of irritation, she unleashed a growl that resonated with her anger. In an abrupt display of defiance, she seized the medscanner from Ratchet's grasp and hurled it directly at Arcee. The impact produced a satisfying clang that reverberated through the base, punctuating her assertion and demanding an end to the banter.

The room fell into a momentary silence as the medscanner collided with Arcee, the impact carrying more force than anyone had anticipated. Arcee stumbled back a step, her surprise evident on her face. The once-teasing expressions of the bots transformed into a mixture of concern and amusement, understanding that Techno's action had been born from frustration rather than any desire to cause harm.

"Easy there, Techno," Bulkhead interjected, his tone calm and soothing as he stepped forward to ease the tension. "No need to go all out on us."

Ratchet reclaimed his medscanner with a sigh, his gaze stern as he directed a reprimanding look at Arcee. "That's enough teasing for now, everyone," he scolded. "Techno has had a trying day." Arcee, her initial smirk replaced with a contrite expression, raised her hands in a gesture of surrender. "Alright, got it. No more teasing."

Techno huffed, her arms crossed in a display of lingering annoyance. Wheeljack offered her a gentle pat on the head, accompanied by a reassuring smile. "Don't let it get to you, Techno. You're okay now."

Optimus projected an aura of seriousness, yet glimmers of amusement danced within his demeanor as he addressed her. "The question that remains, Technoblade, is where did you warp to?" The inquiry caught her off guard, prompting her to direct her gaze upward at Optimus.

Her voice held a hint of uncertainty as she began to explain, "I found myself in the Nemesis… in a medical room, perched on a mech who appeared to be severely injured. Then, I was suddenly on Thundercracker's head after he startled me with his loud voice. Subsequently, I believe I ended up in Soundwave's quarters, where I was quite alarmed upon landing on either Frenzy or Rumble…"

Optimus's optics flickered as he processed her account. "Your ability to warp to different locations is a unique talent, Skywarp the decepticon seeker is only able to warp to places within line of sight. However, for now, I would advise caution when utilizing this power." He offered a nod of understanding, his tone both reassuring and wise. "Your safety is of utmost importance, Technoblade."

Techno nodded, her mind swirling with questions and uncertainties. She grasped the peculiar nature of her abilities, recognizing that while she seemed to possess remarkable attributes, certain aspects still remained a mystery. As a self-aware mary sue, she pondered the origins of her unique powers, distinct from the conventional abilities of Cybertronians. The idea that Primus and Unicron might have played a role intrigued her, yet the concepts of warping and resurrection felt like enigmas beyond their influence.

The thought gnawed at her, fueled by the realization that she had not witnessed the drones' revival despite her apparent abilities. If she truly held the power of an Anarchy god, how and why did it manifest in this manner? Her mind raced, considering the implications of such extraordinary capabilities within the context of her own narrative.

In the midst of her introspection, Wheeljack's voice broke through her thoughts, his tone gentle and concerned. "You alright there, Techno? You seemed lost in thought."

Techno lifted her gaze, her eyes meeting his with a mix of curiosity and unease. Her voice held a hint of vulnerability as she admitted, "Yeah, just... overthinking things, I guess. I probably need some sleep." She turned her attention to Ratchet, inquiring, "Is that bed still here, or should I just go home?"

Ratchet's attention shifted from his datapad to her, and he responded, "Huh? Oh, the bed Ironhide had brought and set up here for you. Yes, it's still in the medbay, and you definitely should get some rest."

Techno's weary sigh echoed through the room as she attempted to sit up, her efforts to disentangle herself from Wheeljack's protective grip met with resistance. Swiftly rising to his feet, the wrecker's instincts kicked in, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he stated, "No way am I letting you roam around on your own after Makeshift messed with my image and your perception of who I am." His fingers curled gently around her, offering a reassuring touch that conveyed a sense of security.

Being carried by Wheeljack was surprisingly comforting. Though Makeshift's impersonation had been convincing, there was an intangible quality to the real Wheeljack that set him apart. It was like discerning an authentic masterpiece from a clever imitation—a feeling that went beyond mere appearances.

As they entered the empty medbay, Techno's drowsiness threatened to pull her back into slumber. She could feel herself drifting, but Wheeljack's chuckle jolted her awake. The medbay was a place of relative privacy, a contrast to the more open emergency medical area in the atrium. Her gaze settled on her bed, situated near one of the larger berths, and she gestured towards it. "Your berth looks nice," Wheeljack commented, his voice warm and gentle as he carefully set her down beside it. He settled onto a nearby cybertronian berth, maintaining a watchful presence.

"I have a better one at home, but Ironhide went out of his way and spent his government allowance on this for me," Techno mumbled, her voice carrying a mixture of gratitude and modesty. She turned away slightly from Wheeljack, feeling a faint heat rise in her cheeks as she began to remove her sweater.

With practiced ease, she unhooked her bra, keeping her tank top on. She was aware of Wheeljack's attentive gaze, and a sense of quiet confidence swept over her, knowing that he was drawn to her even in this vulnerable moment, even though he had seen nothing more than her arms.

"You humans sure like to layer on the clothing…" Wheeljack's voice was laced with a light astonishment as he observed the layers of clothing she had shed. Techno couldn't help but giggle softly at his comment, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, the sweater was because of a slight chill this morning and I just never took it off," she explained, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. She settled onto the berth, beginning to untie her shoes, her movements slow and deliberate.

As she worked on her shoes, she was taken aback when Wheeljack suddenly activated his bot holoform right in front of her. Her surprised squeak earned a chuckle from him, and she blushed slightly at the sound. Her gaze met his as he knelt down to help her untie her remaining shoe.

The unexpected closeness made her heart flutter, and she continued to undo the laces, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through her cheeks. Her fingers trembled slightly as she worked on her shoe, her gaze flickering between Wheeljack's holoform and her task at hand. The air seemed to crackle with a newfound tension, a delicate energy that lingered between them.

With a final tug, she managed to free her foot from the confinements of her shoe, setting it down gently on the floor. As she moved to the side and stood up, she could feel Wheeljack's gaze on her. Her fingers hesitated at the waistband of her leggings, and for a brief moment, she felt a surge of self-consciousness.

Unaware that Wheeljack had spotted one of her scars and the intricate golden spiked crown tattoo on her shoulder, she began to shimmy her way out of her leggings. Just as she was about to struggle a bit with her pants, she felt herself being lifted. A surprised squeak escaped her lips as she was deposited flat on her bed. Before she could react, Wheeljack expertly removed her leggings, his actions both swift and gentle.

Techno's squeak of surprise was quickly followed by her hiding her face behind her hands, an action that only seemed to amuse Wheeljack further. His soft laughter resonated in the air, a warm sound that somehow managed to soothe her embarrassment. Despite her tiredness, she couldn't help but feel a bit flustered by the situation.

"Technoblade…why are you hiding?" his voice playfully teased, the hint of a smirk evident even in his words. Her cheeks grew warmer as she peeked through her fingers, feeling a mix of shyness and amusement. "Embarrassed, Sweetspark?" he continued, his tone gentle. "Don't be…I'm here just to be here. Not to do anything untoward…I was already warned not to do what the Twins did."

The burst of laughter that escaped her lips seemed to lift a weight from her shoulders, and even she was taken aback by the unexpected sound. The memory of her spicy encounter with the Twins played in her mind like a vivid scene from a movie, and a genuine chuckle escaped her. The mental image of Wheeljack receiving a cautionary warning because of that incident was just too amusing to ignore.

Amid their shared laughter, Wheeljack's voice took on a deeper, almost purring quality that sent a delightful shiver down her spine. "Yeah, Yeah, laugh all you want," he playfully retorted, "but while I would love to do that with you, I don't want to be threatened by every bot here again. That, and I would rather have you at your fullest."

Caught off guard by his teasing yet seductive tone, Techno's face flushed a deeper shade of red. Reacting on instinct and a hint of embarrassment, she lashed out, kicking him in the chest. The unexpected force of her kick caught him off balance, causing him to fall onto his backside with a surprised grunt.

"Okay, I get it… ouch… no more teasing," Wheeljack grumbled good-naturedly, his tone a mix of playfulness and slight pain as he rubbed his rear end. "Jeez, if you were a Cybertronian, I'd definitely try and recruit you to the Wreckers. That kick was something," he laughed, standing back up and observing Techno.

Techno had settled into her bed, pulling the covers over herself as she laid down, facing Wheeljack. He leaned on the bed with a grin, his gaze warm and playful. "Wrecker, huh? Don't know about that. My style, while chaotic, is planned out. I did read about the Wrecker unit in one of the datapads Ratchet gave me," she hummed, her voice relaxed as she got comfortable.

Wheeljack's grin widened. "You would definitely be a Wrecker," he declared confidently. Just then, a voice chuckled from the doorway, causing both Techno and Wheeljack to look in that direction. "No doubt, but she would be recruited to be a weapons engineer firs' an' foremost. She did forge her sword, after all," Ironhide stated, walking into the room with a cube of energon for Wheeljack. "No kidding?" the wrecker asked with genuine interest.

"Nope, Lil' Darlin', even had a row with me an' I used a sword too… an' she broke it wit' a right powerful swing. Bet she would give ya a run fer yer credits too," Ironhide chuckled, his deep voice carrying a sense of fondness. He placed the energon by the real body of Wheeljack while his holoform remained active.

Ironhide then walked over to a different berth, activated his holoform near Techno's bed, and climbed in. "Huh?" came Wheeljack's confused mumble, prompting Ironhide's laughter. "Darlin' likes to cuddle, an' each of us tend to take turns. Yer new here takes some time teh get used to. But get in behind her, doubt she'll mind… she's already nearly asleep."

Techno turned her head slightly, peeking at Wheeljack with a playful glint in her eyes. "If you're gonna keep making fun of me, at least have the courage to join the cuddle pile," she teased, her exhaustion making her words come out with a mixture of warmth and fatigue.

Wheeljack huffed with mock indignation. "Fine, fine. You've twisted my arm," he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm. With a dramatic sigh, he shifted and settled into the bed behind her, his holoform enveloping her in a protective embrace. Ironhide's chuckle resonated in the room as he closed his optics and settled in as well.

As Techno felt the warmth of both Wheeljack and Ironhide's holoforms surrounding her, she couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging. With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift off to sleep.

~The Snowy Planes~

"Finally she freaking Ender Walks! Do you know how hard it was to try and replicate that shit so that it works in that world? Even the totem of undying while can only be used every 48 hours was easier than that shit" Techno huffed angrily, crossing his arms. Dream who had somehow gotten out of the tape pulled off what remained of his mask and glared at the anarchy god "I'm gonna guess she wont realize the XP mask for even fucking longer…right?"

"It's not my fault! She is just different from me, you know. She's more go with the flow type and while it doesn't progress shit rapidly she does manage to always somehow use what we gave her even if it's instinctually." Techno argued with a growl at the now maskless Dream.

Primus, who had not really been paying attention to anything within the homestead before now, was wandering around the house looking at all the strange bobbles and bits laying around. His loaned cloak dragged against the floor as he walked through the house not listening to the arguing that was going on. Walking down some stairs Primus heard some rustling and looked over to see a young blond looking kid dig around in a chest.

Techno now seeing Primus gone shoved passed Dream making both Dream and Philza wonder what was going on and followed. Unicron ignoring everyone just sat on the couch, the book he had been trying to read stayed in his hands. As the rest of the people followed the path Primus took they came across a room with a ton of old wooden chests with Primus staring at a blond kid who was staring back.

"Tommy?! What the fuck are you doing in my house…and in my realm! Again!" Techno yelled making the newly named Tommy Squeak and tried to run away with these shimmery green gems in his arms.

"You can't run away Tommy, get back here!" Techno yelled running to catch up with the blond kid.

.:Who was that?:. Primus asked, very confused pointing at the now comedic showing of Techno chasing Tommy with a rusty looking sword. Tommy was screaming about getting tetanus from the sword.

"That's Tommy…Techno and I are…friends? Yeah friends with Tommy…but he isn't supposed to be here since he was reincarnated. Then again we all tended to break the rules" Philza tried to contain his giggles at the scene before him just willing to let it play out.

.:Reincarnation? As in Rebirth…then how is he here?:. Primus snorted as Techno managed to smack Tommy on the side of the head with his sword. "I can explain that, Tommy was reborn into some magical world and his ability to astral projection allows him to traverse the afterlife realms." Dream said walking in now wearing a new mask he had pulled from somewhere.

Philza nodded with another contained snort of laughter "Tommy really just likes messing with Techno that this is a monthly thing. Come one, Blade is probably going to wake up soon" The birdman huffed and ushered everyone back upstairs ignoring the chaos that was happening down below.

"Get back here you damn Racoon!"

~TFPrime~

Sometime in the night, Ironhide must have left, and amidst their slumber, their positions had shifted. When Techno woke up, she found herself tangled with Wheeljack, her body partially draped over his, her leg resting on his waist. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to mind, still deep in sleep and emitting a gentle snore. She found the sound oddly endearing, almost human.

With a contented smile, she snuggled closer to his side, feeling a sense of comfort and connection that she hadn't felt in a long time. As she was on the verge of drifting back to sleep, Wheeljack suddenly stirred and pulled her in even closer, prompting a soft, surprised squeak to escape her lips.

Just as she started to drift off back into sleep, Techno felt Wheeljack stir awake with a mumble. She sensed him shifting slightly, as if he were trying to assess the situation without waking her up. Little did he know that she was already awake, her awareness heightened by their close proximity.

She felt his hand tenderly brush back her hair, likely to see her face more clearly. Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of his teal optics gazing down at her. His deep voice broke the quiet morning stillness, "Mornin' to you, Techno," he rumbled softly, his warm breath brushing against her skin.

The intimacy of the moment wasn't lost on her, and her blush deepened as she offered a drowsy smile in return. "Good morning, Wheeljack," she murmured, her heart fluttering in her chest at the simple exchange.

Wheeljack's fingers continued to brush lightly against her hair as he gazed at her, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You know," he began, his voice still tinged with sleep, "I never thought I'd find myself tangled up with a femme in the morning, but I can't say I mind it."

Her cheeks flushed even more at his words, and a gentle chuckle escaped her lips. "Well, I never thought I'd end up tangled with a wrecker other than Bulk, but I have to admit, it's not a bad way to wake up," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of playful teasing.

Wheeljack's smile widened, his teal optics sparkling with amusement. He leaned in slightly, his lips brushing against her cheek in a soft, lingering kiss. "I think I could get used to this," he murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

Techno's heart raced at his gesture, her own smile growing as she met his gaze. "Me too," she mumbled softly with a smile. Moving forward, Techno wrapped her arms around his frame and hugged him tightly before moving up and returning his kiss with one of her own planted gently on his cheek plate.

Her actions made him chuckle softly at how sweet Techno was compared to some of the Cybertronian femmes he had come across in the past. Yet, there was that undeniable strength in her, a fierce determination that he had never expected from a femme who wasn't a war build like Arcee.

The door to the medbay slid open, and in walked Optimus accompanied by Ratchet and Bulkhead. Techno laughed, her eyes lighting up as she waved. "Morning, guys!" she called out, her voice carrying a sense of warmth. The trio returned her greeting with smiles of their own.

"Good morning, Technoblade. I believe Prowl is bringing along your breakfast soon. Wheeljack, I see that Technoblade has roped you into being her nighttime pillow," Optimus remarked with a gentle smile, his optics showing his amusement. Techno playfully glared at the Autobot leader, her expression a mix of mock irritation and amusement. Wheeljack simply chuckled, his fondness for the situation evident. "I didn't mind it, really," he said with a casual shrug.

Prowl entered the room with his characteristic sense of purpose, carrying two bags – one with food and the other containing clothes for Techno to change into. Techno couldn't help but wonder what Prowl had picked from her closet. Most of her wardrobe so far had been curated by Arcee, who had a practical approach to fashion. Prowl handed her the bag with clothes, and as she looked inside, her confusion grew. "Um…Prowl, why did you choose this outfit?" she asked, perplexed by his choice.

"It matched?" Prowl offered in an equally puzzled tone, leaving Techno to sigh in response. "Of course it matches..." She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the well-intentioned but slightly off-mark choice. Sighing, she got up off of Wheeljack and stood, while he dismissed his holoform and stretched.

As he looked around, he noticed the others in the room watching Techno intently. She was in the process of changing into the new clothes, seemingly unfazed by their presence. Wheeljack's cheeks flushed as he discreetly averted his gaze from her exposed body. Techno's casual demeanor mirrored her previous experiences in gym locker rooms, making the situation feel oddly natural to her.

Techno pulled out the outfit Prowl had chosen, sighing as she recognized the potential challenge of putting it on. Determinedly, she began to change into the Japanese shrine maiden uniform. The red hakama contrasting against the white kosode, her hair and eyes harmonizing with the colors. After about twenty minutes of effort, she stood in the outfit that Prowl had picked. The room was filled with a mixture of awe and adoration in the optics of the mechs present.

"It's a…very pretty choice, Prowl," Ratchet chimed in, voicing the thoughts that many were likely sharing. Techno explained further, her tone matter-of-fact,"Just so you know for future references…I have two closets. One full of costumes and one full of clothes. This is a costume while it is practical. I wouldn't walk around town in it since it's Japanese in origin." Techno huffed softly before pulling out the white tabi socks and the wooden geta that were in the bag.

"Very fitting that I look like a shrine maiden" Techno snorted, finding the whole thing hilarious since she really wasn't a maiden. In her world, she hadn't been a virgin for her entire two-hundred-year lifespan, but in this reality, her body was new, and she had yet to engage in such experiences. "Maiden?" Prowl hummed with a confused look before pulling out a datapad to look up the term.

This prompted Prowl to blush and nearly drop his datapad in shock. "You…you're untouched! You still have your seals?!" He practically yelled before glitching out and fainting to the floor. Techno snorted, putting on her socks and shoes. "That really shouldn't have any significance. I'm only a virgin in the sense that I've never been with a man... doesn't mean I haven't had fun before." She stated matter-of-factly, unashamed of her past experiences.

"This actually has a lot of significance for Cybertronian culture, Techno," Ratchet explained, his tone taking on a more serious note as a medic. "It's rather surprising, since you are…very open about receiving lustful advances. Your first time would actually be an extremely private and intimate experience between you and the person you choose. It's almost ritualistically private."

Techno snorted softly at the concept, finding the idea of such privacy in such matters somewhat amusing. "Humans, by nature, Ratchet, are often quite private when it comes to sexual encounters. However, in many cultures, there's less emphasis on privacy, and some are comfortable being intimate even in front of others if they're not particularly concerned about it. Plus, when I mentioned being 'untouched by men,' I was referring to the fact that I haven't engaged in sexual activities with men. But that doesn't mean I haven't explored my own body for my own pleasure."

The revelation hung in the air for a moment, and Techno expected to see shocked expressions. Yet, when Wheeljack spoke, his words held a smirk, and his arms were crossed with a mischievous glint in his optics. "You still haven't been touched by a man or mech, so you're considered pure, Techno," he said, his playful tone surprising her.

Humming softly, Techno responded, "Cybertronian culture shock hits me yet again, but I'm glad I get to learn these things now instead of later." Optimus hummed in agreement, giving a nod. "Indeed, it is better for you to learn these things naturally, as well as on your own."

Ratchet cleared his throat, breaking the momentarily serious atmosphere. "Well, as interesting as this conversation is, I think it's time for breakfast," he announced, glancing at Prowl who had now regained consciousness, looking rather flustered. "Prowl, I'd suggest you look up human euphemisms before engaging in future conversations," Ratchet added with a chuckle.

Techno chuckled and shook her head. "Yeah, Prowl, might save you from some awkward moments." Prowl mumbled something unintelligible and rubbed his helm, clearly still embarrassed. Techno giggled before digging into the food Prowl had brought her from who knows where, but at least it was good.

She observed as bots came and went from the medbay, taking cubes of energon from Ratchet and either sticking around or leaving with the cubes. They didn't bother talking to her since she was eating, and she knew that Ratchet had warned them about making her talk while trying to eat food. It had been quite a hilarious conversation.

By the time she finished her meal, the only bots left in the medbay were Ratchet and Wheeljack. Wheeljack was undergoing a thorough checkup from the resident grumpy medic, and Techno could tell that the wrecker was just going along with it to mess with Ratchet's meticulous process.

Techno laughed as Wheeljack once more shifted during a scan, leading Ratchet to deliver a firm thwack on the wrecker's head with a wrench. "Ouch, Doc, seriously?!" The wrecker's cry of pain and annoyance echoed through the medbay. In response, Ratchet unleashed a torrent of stern Cybertronian words that sounded like curses, his voice growing rougher as if he were growling.

Growing amused by the back-and-forth, Techno decided it was time to intervene. She gracefully hopped off the platform she had been on, her wooden geta making a satisfying clack on the floor. The sudden sound caught the mechs' attention, and they turned to look at her. "I'm gonna leave you two to…whatever you're doing. I am going to go find Cliffjumper," she announced with a smile and a wave. The rhythmic clacking of her geta provided a calming tempo as she walked away. Wearing the shrine maiden outfit again brought back a sense of freedom she hadn't felt in a while.

Walking through the base, Techno encountered a bustling scene of bots engaged in their tasks. Ironhide was meticulously calibrating and cleaning weaponry in the armory, his expertise evident in his focused movements. In Blaster's room, she caught a glimpse of him typing rapidly on a computer with unusual-looking tentacle-like extensions, reminiscent of Soundwave's, but with a more approachable appearance. Bumblebee and Arcee were deep in training within the expansive confines of the training room, their dedication to honing their skills clear. Nearby, Jack and Raf were each watching their respective guardian, absorbing the training with awe and enthusiasm.

As Techno continued her explorations, she spotted Optimus in his "office," an open door inviting her to witness the leader of the Autobots engrossed in his work on a computer. Her friendly wave was met with a subtle smile from the stoic leader, a gesture that conveyed both warmth and approachability.

Carrying on with her journey, she stumbled upon the mischievous twins engaged in maintenance in the hallway. Their work paused briefly as they managed to sneak a kiss from her, a display of their playful nature. However, their antics were swiftly interrupted by the arrival of Prowl, who promptly redirected their attention back to their tasks.

After a thorough exploration of the base, Techno eventually located Cliffjumper engaged in conversation with Skyquake. Their exchange was conducted in Cybertronian, a language she couldn't understand, but their discussion ceased the moment they noticed her approach. With her customary cheerfulness, she asked "What are you two talking about?" She asked cheerily knowing they would either tell her or give her a lie. Skyquake's faint blush and Cliffjumper's hearty laugh revealed the nature of their discussion.

"We were reminiscing about the day I first met you, Sweetspark," Cliffjumper responded with a chuckle. "I nearly ran you over if it weren't for that beautiful hair of yours," he added, his words carrying a mixture of humor and genuine fondness. "I remember that…you didn't stop flirting with me from day one, Cliff," she teased with a laugh.

The lighthearted exchange was momentarily interrupted by an alarm emanating from the atrium. Techno exchanged puzzled looks with Cliffjumper, who shrugged in response, equally clueless about the cause. Their attention then turned to Skyquake, who expressed his own confusion and reasoned, "I'm not a bot…why would I know what that alarm is for?" This remark prompted Techno to burst into laughter, and Cliffjumper couldn't help but snort. "Sky…We know you don't. We just wanted you to guess," he playfully explained, adding to the jest.

"Oh, uh, the Decepticons are moving?" Skyquake mumbled, still slightly uncomfortable with being put on the spot. Techno couldn't help but giggle and motioned for him to pick her up, which he did. "I'm going to guess…it's Starscream…dressed in drag doing the hula," she playfully suggested, prompting Cliffjumper to burst into laughter and Skyquake to snort. "Oh, oh, I've got one," Cliffjumper laughed, his amusement evident. "I say it's Fowler, and the Decepticons destroyed his airplane again." Techno playfully rolled her eyes at Cliffjumper's response. "You're not supposed to come up with something plausible, Cliff," she teased, keeping the light and cheerful atmosphere alive knowing things were about to get lively.

Skyquake and Cliffjumper continued walking towards the atrium to see what was happening, with Techno happily sitting on Skyquake's shoulder. As they entered the room, they caught the tail end of a conversation between Fowler and Optimus. "I'm afraid that sending such a volatile device through a ground bridge is out of the question. If there were to be an accident during its transmission, the radiation of which you speak could propagate through the ground bridge vortex and harm all 50 states...And beyond."

Techno's expression froze as she heard the mention of radiation. Memories of her past world flooded her mind—memories of the catastrophic consequences of radiation poisoning when the adults had died and teenagers took over. The suffering and death caused by their arrogance in dealing with active power plants haunted her. Techno had been the only one among them to wear a radiation suit and carry a geiger counter. The gravity of the situation in this world hit her, and her mood took a somber turn.

Skyquake gave her a look in which she just shook her head not wanting to explain herself or her past. "Radiation is dangerous to humans Sky" She whispered leaning against his head slightly "Kill us dangerous actually" when she said that Skyquake's optics widened and looked forward to see what was going on. He also saw the two male children talking among themselves clearly worried about the device.

Optimus swiftly organized a team of Autobots for the caravan tasked with transporting the device. The team was a formidable one: Optimus himself carried the device at the front, flanked by the twins who took up the lead positions. Bumblebee and Bulkhead followed behind Optimus, while Jazz and Cliffjumper brought up the middle. Ironhide was responsible for guarding the rear. Meanwhile, Arcee would be stationed on a transport train, ready to rendezvous with the team for device transfer. Back at the base, Prowl, Blaster, and Ratchet would monitor the mission's progress closely. Wheeljack being on standby still in the medbay under an autoscan.

Skyquake, however, stepped forward to offer his assistance as air support, only to have his offer firmly declined due to his probationary status. He would be reserved as a last resort if the situation escalated to a critical level. Nodding he understood as he really only offered to put Techno's mind at ease, being backup was perfectly fine with him even if he did come across any decepticons he would not help them but he also would not kill his former comrades.

Techno gracefully descended from Skyquake's shoulder, her wooden geta making a distinctive clacking sound against the metal walkway. Her presence drew the attention of the bots as she made her way over to where the other humans were gathered. Optimus inquired if she intended to join them on their mission, to which she turned and met his gaze with a solemn expression. "No…Radiation is something I don't want to mess with…never again," she softly responded, her tone carrying a hint of past pain. She walked ahead and settled onto the couch that had been arranged for the human residents of the base.

Optimus regarded her with a hint of concern, but he then turned his attention to his assembled team. With a nod from him and Ratchet activating the groundbridge, the Autobot team transformed and seamlessly rolled through the portal, embarking on their mission.

Techno heard the others depart but she was lost in her own memories of the past to really say much. Skyquake looked on with concern but didn't say anything since it seemed like she needed the space, he turned back to what both Blaster and Ratchet were doing as they monitored the mission from the base.

As Techno tried to find solace in her own thoughts, she focused on the imagined snowy plains of her afterlife realm, seeking refuge from the memories that were haunting her. The vivid imagery of the scene surrounded her, the crunch of snow beneath her geta and the cool breeze against her skin transporting her away from the present.

In her mental sanctuary, she walked through the pristine landscape, approaching the inviting homestead. Yet, as her mind continued to wander, she noticed a subtle shift in the scenery. The tranquil scene of the homestead became interwoven with unexpected elements, blue drips and handprints that seemed out of place. The peaceful setting gradually transformed into something more ominous, a gathering of armed men with weapons ready to strike. An unsettling feeling began to gnaw at her as she reached out to touch one of the figures, only for her hand to pass through it, as if it were nothing but an illusion.

Techno's mind grappled with the imagery, the sense of dissonance unsettling her mental refuge. It was as if her subconscious was trying to convey something important, something she had yet to comprehend.

In the midst of the surreal scene that played out in her mind, Techno's senses were overwhelmed by the vivid imagery. As her god emerged from the homestead, adorned in a crimson cloak with fur accents and a regal crown of golden spikes, she felt a mixture of awe and unease. Their words were shrouded in an incomprehensible language, as if the very essence of their conversation was meant to elude her understanding.

As the figures closed in around her god, he donned a sinister smirk and began to retreat. The tension in the air escalated as he produced bottles of luminescent liquid from his cloak. In a voice that echoed with conviction, he declared, 'There's no other way…I CHOOSE BLOOD!' With that declaration, the bottles were shattered upon the ground, and her god launched himself into the fray, becoming a force of primal savagery. His movements, fueled by unrivaled speed and strength, marked him as a predator, a creature of raw power.

Caught within the intensity of this imagined battle, Techno was swept away by a mix of awe and fear. This figure, so commanding and merciless, was the embodiment of her god, a being that commanded both reverence and terror.

Amidst the chaos and intensity of the battle, a hand reached out to grasp hers. The touch was grounding, pulling her away from the maelstrom of emotions and revelations that her mind had conjured. As her attention shifted to the person holding her hand, she found herself facing a figure she hadn't anticipated.

Turning she saw a teenage boy with brown hair, a soft smile and blue tears trailing down his face, he lifted a finger to his lips and gently shushed her. That's when Techno opened her eyes, panting softly as if she had just woken from a nightmare but she had not moved one bit away from where she sat within the Autobot base. Techno's rapid breathing gradually calmed as she blinked her eyes clear, returning to the present moment. The imagery of the vivid scene she had conjured was now replaced by the familiar surroundings of the base. She found herself still seated on the couch, her heart still racing from the intensity of her own mind's creation.

As she looked down at her wrist, she was puzzled to see a fading blue handprint, a remnant of the touch from the boy in her imagined vision. The words she heard, spoken by a voice that seemed to echo from beyond her own thoughts, only deepened her confusion. "I'm sorry that you can't keep the blue, I'll find a way for you to keep it next time." The voice was both comforting and enigmatic, leaving her with a sense of wonder and curiosity.

She shook her head slightly, her thoughts swirling with the unusual experiences she had just gone through. Was it all just a dream, a product of her imagination, or was there something more to it?

Glancing around the room, Techno sensed that something significant had transpired during the mission. The duration of her dream-like experience remained a mystery, leaving her unsure of how much time had passed. With a stretch to loosen her muscles, she walked with purpose, the rhythmic clack of her geta resonating against the floor and garnering the attention of both Ratchet and Skyquake. The seeker was the first to inquire, his concern evident as he mentioned, "How was your meditation? I noticed you slipping into a trance, and I had to prevent the medic from disturbing you." This drew a huff of annoyance from Ratchet, who now examined her with his medical expertise.

Her lips curved into a genuine smile as she replied, "Actually, I feel fine. It managed to both calm and rejuvenate me."

Seeking to shift the focus of the conversation, Techno directed her attention to the monitor under Blaster's attentive gaze. She questioned, "So, what's been happening?" Her gesture invited an explanation about the ongoing developments. Jack promptly responded, shedding light on the situation. "The bad guys in pursuit of the Dingus thing are human, and the bots are currently executing phase two – they're transferring the cargo to a train." Techno acknowledged the tactical efficiency of the plan with a thoughtful hum, recognizing the strategic advantage in this choice of action.

Suddenly, an urgent alert blipped onto the radar screen, indicating the presence of Decepticons nearby. Blaster, quick to react, established a Comm'link and broadcasted the distressing news with palpable urgency, "Optimus, Cons incoming on your location!"

Techno listened intently as the Comm'link relayed the sounds of battle, her anxiety growing with each passing moment. The cacophony of clashing metal and strained voices echoed through the link. The situation escalated as she heard Optimus grunt in pain, followed by crashing sounds that hinted at a possible fall. Fowler's frantic voice pierced through the chaos, indicating that the Decepticons were now targeting the train. Amid the tension, her gaze fell upon her sword lying nearby. A determined fire ignited within her as she strode over and grasped the weapon, her resolve solidifying.

Turning to Ratchet, her expression unyielding, she issued her demand, her voice laced with a fierce determination "Send me aboard the train…and don't Fucking argue with me" A feral glint sparked in her eyes, a testament to her unwavering intent. She held Ratchet's optics with an unflinching gaze, her determination palpable.

Ratchet, however, responded with a mix of concern and practicality, trying to dissuade her from her dangerous plan. "You want me to bridge you into a confined space, but one traveling at 90 miles per hour? I can't even count the number of ways that can go wrong," he mumbled, voicing the potential risks that came with her proposition.

Her glare remained unyielding, her voice unwavering as she retorted, "I've faced worse odds."

Responding swiftly to Techno's resolute request, Ratchet, Blaster, and Raf swiftly collaborated to establish a functional groundbridge for her. Techno, her determination undeterred, stared into her sword's reflection, seeking a respite from her mounting anxiety. Upon the completion of the setup, Ratchet handed her a small square object, his voice tinged with concern, "It's a comm'link and tracker, just in case." Grateful for their support, Techno nodded, securing the device in her hakama pocket.

With a deep breath, she plunged through the newly formed groundbridge, emerging within the confines of the metal train container. Her attention immediately turned to a fallen soldier, and she approached him with a mixture of caution and concern. Checking his pulse, her expression shifted to one of somber realization as she confirmed his unfortunate fate. "Techno, there's a track switch up ahead. I'm going to throw it. Brace yourself," Blaster's voice came through the comm'link in her pocket.

"Right," Techno affirmed, her grip firm on the train's wall as it abruptly veered off course. The unexpected turn jolted her slightly, but she held her ground, using the wall for support. She hoped that the sudden change in direction would discourage the hostile forces from pursuing their objectives, but it seemed their determination was unwavering.

A distinct noise caught her attention, the familiar sound of a helicopter touching down on the train's roof. The tension in the air heightened as her suspicions were confirmed—MECH had escalated their involvement. "Blaster… they are on the roof," she relayed the information with a controlled urgency, ensuring that her voice carried over the comm'link.

As the laser cutter came to life, slicing through the roof, Techno shifted her stance, positioning herself deeper within the shadows of the train's interior. With her sword gripped firmly in one hand, she prepared for the impending confrontation. The makeshift opening revealed three intruders, their presence momentarily frozen by the sight of her. "Sir… there's… a Shinto priestess in here?" one of the men voiced, his confusion apparent.

The radio's chilling command reverberated through the tense air, leaving no doubt about the hostile intent. "Kill her," the voice ordered, leaving Techno with no illusions about the imminent danger she faced. It was a moment that demanded quick thinking and decisive action.

The three men hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances as they processed their boss's directive. In that critical moment, one of the men moved to raise his weapon, only to have it swiftly disarmed by the agile movement of her sandaled foot. Her actions were fluid and precise, demonstrating a level of skill that caught the intruders off guard.

With a swift motion, her sword cleaved the weapon in two, rendering it useless. Her stance was confident and commanding as she pointed her sword at the disarmed man, her expression unyielding. The other two men froze, caught between their initial mission and the unexpected obstacle they now faced.

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The sudden sound of a gunshot shattered the tension, causing Techno to instinctively look up. Her gaze locked onto another one of the masked men, positioned above her, holding a smoking pistol. The impact of the shot was felt as warmth trickled down the side of her face. The masked man had managed to graze her head, leaving her stunned and disoriented. Whether it was an intentional warning shot or a result of his poor aim, she couldn't immediately discern.

B̸̤̃l̶̄ͅȍ̴̗o̴̘͌d̴̜̅

What she did know was that she was mad.

B̷̨̳̋̈̊l̸̢̮̜͖͉̏̒ó̶̡̘̲͈̙͚̘͆̀̾̒o̷̝͗̾͒̾̉͘͠d̶̛̠͕͓̖͎̝̆̑̽ͅ

She never felt so much rage in her entire two hundred years of life.

B̴̢̧̛̠͔͈̻͎̜̰̫̪̳̼͙͉͎̮̳̙̆̋̈́̏͆̎̽̋̂̂̽͗̐̅̎͘l̴̢͍̰̗͙̪̩̓̋̚ơ̴̧͇̯͈̯̝̌̀̓̚ǒ̷̲̦͓̮̍͛̏̌̓̅̋̅͂͒͒̑͆̔̆̒̅͘̚d̴̡̜͕̦̩̜̜̲̥̰͈̪͕͉̯̐̒͛̉͂̑͛̀̀̾̏͆̓͐̚͝͠

The edges of her vision darkened and with a primal growl she felt herself lunge forward and then…nothing.

Ḇ̴̈͌̄l̷͉̮̱͖̒̆ǒ̵̥͈̪ơ̵̬̝̮̻̒̉͑͘d̷͈͋̉̕ ̷͎̻̪͖̩͖̰͙̒͑͘f̴̡͖͔̜̹̼̾̈́͊̀́͜o̶̡̨̤̱̖̟̯̜̬̐͝ŗ̶̽̔̔̀͑͋͑̓ ̵̛̘̼̭̗̘̠̦̤͚͐̍́̓͊̑͑́t̸͇̂̐ȟ̶̹̟̠̰͑̑̉͊͋̃͛̚͜ẽ̶̪̍̋̊͊ ̷͚̫͉̺̥̐̃̽̈́̿͋͊͘͜͝b̸̡̧͕̬̬̓̌̐l̴̨͉̯̬̬̬̟͈̟̄̒̂͗̀̃̓o̷̦̬̖͌̀̅̒ȯ̵̲͚̦̖̘̣͉̝͜d̶̛̘̟͚̦̒̅̐̃̎͗͜ ̴͈̣̗͒̀͑͗̆g̸̛̥͔̼̔̃ö̷̩͉̮̦́͂ḑ̵̺̺͓̻̝̠̻͒

The soldiers of MECH were taken aback as the woman's demeanor shifted from shock to something more primal. Her eyes seemed to ignite with an untamed fire, and without warning, a low, feral growl emanated from deep within her throat. In that moment, it was as if the veneer of civilization had been stripped away, revealing a creature driven solely by rage.

With a sudden burst of movement, she lunged forward, her sword held in a primal grip, and her attack was a torrent of raw feral rage. Her strikes were less calculated and more driven by an innate need to protect herself. The clash of metal against metal echoed like a battle cry in the confined space, filling the air with a symphony of violence.

The gunshot that had grazed her head only seemed to fuel her wild movement. She moved with an almost otherworldly speed, her movements guided by an ancient force that surged through her veins. There was no finesse to her attacks, only a raw and unrelenting force that overwhelmed the soldiers' attempts to defend themselves.

In this feral dance of battle, every movement was a reaction, a response to the immediate threat before her. Her strikes were not precise calculations, but rather instinctual motions driven by an unyielding hatred. The soldiers, caught off guard by this sudden transformation, found themselves scrambling to keep up with the whirlwind of aggression that was unleashed upon them.

The woman's actions were fueled by an unquenchable ferocity that seemed to emanate from deep within her core. With a guttural snarl, she hurled her sword with a primal force, impaling the nearest soldier through the chest. The man's eyes widened in shock and pain as his life was extinguished in an instant, leaving only a gurgled cry before he fell to the ground.

Without hesitation, she retrieved her sword from the fallen soldier's chest, her movements fluid and relentless. With each step, her demeanor grew more fierce, her eyes ablaze with a wild intensity. The remaining soldiers had no time to react as she closed the distance between them in a heartbeat.

One of the soldiers attempted to raise his weapon, but his fear was palpable, and his aim shaky. The woman lunged at him, her movements driven by an almost primal instinct for survival. She closed the gap with an almost supernatural speed, her blade slashing through the air with a brutal efficiency. The soldier's scream mixed with the clash of metal, and his weapon fell to the ground in pieces as her blade tore through it.

The final soldier, his face pale with terror, stumbled backward, his hands trembling as he fumbled for his weapon. But before he could react, a blade soared through the air, finding its mark in his body. The man's gurgled attempt to speak through the blood-soaked wound was cut short as his life ebbed away.

The soldier on the roof could only watch in horror as his comrades met their gruesome fates, their screams and pleas for mercy ringing in his ears as they were mercilessly torn apart by the feral woman in the train. His radio crackled with his boss's voice, his anxiety and confusion evident in the urgent inquiry, "What the hell is happening down there?"

Just as the soldier was about to respond, his words were abruptly cut short by a sudden, sharp pain in his neck. His hand instinctively reached up to touch the source of the pain, only to feel a cold, metal object protruding from his flesh. The realization hit him with a chilling dread as his fingers became slick with his own blood. He gurgled and choked, his attempt to speak thwarted by the sword that had impaled his throat. His vision blurred, and the world around him spun into darkness as his life ebbed away.

The man in the helicopter known as Silas looked on in shock, and fear wondering what kind of machine or technology is capable of doing such things when a flash of pink, white and red came into his vision, and a woman emerged from the chaos below. Her presence was captivating and terrifying all at once. The scene before him was like something out of a dark legend — a woman drenched in blood, standing defiantly atop the train, her pink hair billowing in the wind like an otherworldly specter.

She exuded a terrifying beauty, an otherworldly presence that both repelled and captivated him. Her appearance was surreal, her pink hair billowing in the wind, her pale skin contrasting starkly with the crimson stains that adorned her. It was as if she was a manifestation of both violence and elegance, a paradox that held him in a state of awe.

He couldn't tear his gaze away as she retrieved the sword, her movements both graceful and savage. The sight of her licking the blood from the blade sent shivers down his spine, a strange mixture of repulsion and fascination gripping him. It was as if she had transcended the boundaries of humanity, becoming something entirely different, something both alluring and grotesque.

But then, in a chilling moment that froze his very soul, she turned her gaze toward him. Silas felt his heart race and his breath catch in his throat. It was as if she saw through him, into the darkest corners of his mind and desires. In that moment, he knew he was utterly powerless before her, like a moth drawn to a deadly flame. The realization hit him like a tidal wave — she was a force to be reckoned with, a force that could consume him whole.

He felt a shiver run down his spine, a mix of trepidation and something else that he struggled to define. In that moment, he recognized the potential power she held, a force that could be harnessed to serve his own ambitions.

Silas's mind raced with a cascade of thoughts and desires. He saw not only a weapon in her but also a kind of intimacy with the chaos and destruction he sought to tame. The woman on the train held a promise of untold power and an aura that was both alluring and terrifying. As her red and black eyes bore into his, he felt a perverse connection forming, a dark attraction that beckoned him towards a future he couldn't yet comprehend.

As the helicopter pulled away, carrying him to safety, Silas couldn't escape the haunting image of the woman. Her presence lingered in his thoughts, an indelible mark that would forever shape his destiny. He knew, deep down, that he would never forget her — the feral beauty who had both captivated and terrified him, forever binding their fates in a twisted dance of darkness and desire.

~W̴̙͛ḧ̸̡́e̷̤̍ñ̸̗ ̴̗͊ý̷̰ọ̵̀u̶̲̍ ̴͓͒d̴͚̍r̷̙̊ḛ̴̄a̷̹͝m̷̲̅,̴̺͑ ̵̫́D̵̢̄ȓ̵͜ȅ̷͈a̸͚͌m̸̖͒ ̷̺̾o̴̠͂f̷̬̆ ̶͆ͅṁ̶̩e̴̻̽.̶͈́~

Techno gradually returned to herself, the darkness receding like a camera's aperture opening from a narrow pinprick to a wider view. Standing atop the now-stationary train, she could hear the urgent voices of Blaster and Ratchet calling out to her through the comm'link, their words a distant echo. Her gaze remained fixed on the horizon, her mind grappling with the aftermath of the frenzied battle she had just endured. She refused to look down at herself, fully aware that she was drenched in blood, the chilling warmth a haunting reminder of the violence she had unleashed.

Regaining a semblance of composure, Techno felt a mix of disappointment and relief. Disappointment for having momentarily succumbed to her inner feral rage, and losing control. Relief that the Autobots had not been present to witness her transformation, to see her embrace the primal instincts that lay dormant within her.

She turned, her gaze met by the ethereal presence of the boy she had encountered in her vision. He stood before her, semi-transparent, his pale skin contrasting with his brown hair and the eerie dark blue liquid that flowed from his solid black eyes. His smile was hauntingly innocent, his voice soft yet carrying a childlike enthusiasm as he greeted her, "Hello, friend. I'm Wilbur. Oh, Here."

He reached out, his hand gently grasping hers, and he effortlessly took the sword from her grip, letting it fall to the ground. The spectral boy's presence seemed to radiate a strange sense of comfort and familiarity. "Have some Blue... It will make you feel better," he offered, his hands coated with the same enigmatic blue substance.

Techno found herself at a loss for words, her voice quivering slightly as she managed to softly stammer, "T-Thank you, Wilbur?" His response was a warm smile and a gentle wave before he dissolved into the ephemeral realm once more, leaving her standing alone with her thoughts.

As Techno gazed down at her hands, she noticed an uncanny transformation taking place—the blue substance was absorbing the blood and grime that had previously coated her skin. It felt cool to the touch, exuding the soothing scent of lavender. Letting her hands fall to her sides, she continued to stare out at the horizon, feeling the rumble of engines approaching in the distance. Behind her, the distinct sounds of transformation signaled the arrival of one of the Autobots, but she kept her focus ahead, knowing that it was likely Optimus.

"Technoblade, you...you have worried myself and the others when you did not respond. What happened?" Optimus' voice carried a profound sense of concern. Techno understood that he couldn't see her current state, covered in blood with her hands coated in the enigmatic blue substance. She took a deep breath, her voice soft as she responded, "There was a fight, I was...angry. Optimus...can you send the others away? I'd rather they not look at me when I am like this."

A moment passed as she heard the subtle sounds of a private comm'link opening and then the distinct noise of a groundbridge materializing and deactivating. Optimus moved closer, his presence reassuring as he gently inquired, "Will you now tell me what had happened?" His tone conveyed a soothing calmness, which tempered her fear of his potential reaction. Turning to face him, she met his gaze, her once-pristine shrine maiden outfit now a stark contrast with its bloodstains.

"Techno…" Optimus uttered in a tone laden with sympathy, extending his hand in a gesture that invited her to share her burden. She felt a yearning to sit in his hand or rest on his shoulder, but given her current state, covered in blood, it wasn't a practical idea. She sighed softly, her heart heavy with the weight of her actions. She looked away from him, her gaze averted as she found the words to explain herself. "I killed them, Optimus," she confessed quietly. "If I didn't, they would have killed me."

Optimus' response was understanding and reassuring. "I do not blame you, Techno, not at all. Sometimes, we have no choice if we want to live. These men are very much like Decepticons in their ways of thinking and brutality." His words offered her a sense of absolution that she desperately needed. His next proposal demonstrated his care for her well-being. "I shall contact Ratchet for a groundbridge that deposits us in my personal wash-racks. I will provide no other details." Techno nodded, acknowledging his consideration for her situation.

The groundbridge materialized before them, ushering them into the swirling portal. As they stepped through, Techno found herself in Optimus' personal shower room. It was smaller than the main wash-rack, resembling an oversized bathroom, complete with some high-tech amenities. She glanced around, taking in the surroundings, even spotting a peculiar high-tech toilet. The bridge closed behind them, leaving them in privacy. Looking up at Optimus, she offered him a gentle smile, an attempt to convey that beneath her recent experiences, she was still the same kind-hearted individual he had encountered on their first meeting.

Optimus returned her smile and activated the shower, warm water cascading over them immediately. Using his large servo, he gently turned her around and started undoing the tie that held her hakama and kosode together. The red hakama slipped down her body, followed by the untucking of her kosode, which then fell open.

Techno stood there, allowing Optimus to unfasten her clothing as the warm water cascaded over them, washing away the blood and blue residue from her skin. The sensation of warmth was comforting, and she felt herself relaxing under the soothing stream. With each piece of clothing that was removed, the weight of the recent events seemed to lessen.

She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment and the trust she felt in Optimus. She was vulnerable, both physically and emotionally, standing bare before him. His presence felt safe and reassuring, reminding her of the genuine connection she had formed with the Autobots. She pondered the complex nature of her feelings, considering whether the bond she shared with them was manufactured by Primus or if it had grown genuinely. The depth of her emotions surprised her, especially the love she felt for all of them. It was overwhelming yet undeniable.

As she opened her eyes and looked into Optimus' bright blue optics, she felt a surge of courage. The words escaped her lips softly, carrying a weight of sincerity that transcended her doubts. "Optimus," she mumbled, her voice filled with genuine emotion, "I…I love you." Optimus' optics softened as he gazed at Techno, his expression a mix of acceptance, affection, and understanding. His deep voice was gentle as he responded, "And I love you, Techno...Sweetspark" He brought her up to his face intending on just gazing into her eyes but Techno smiled and leaned forward gently kissing his lip plates ever so softly.

"I wish…I could express that sentiment in your native language, Optimus," Techno softly mumbled, gradually settling onto his palm while leaning against one of his fingers. Optimus emitted a thoughtful hum in response before uttering a sequence of gentle Cybertronian phrases. His words carried a warmth of affection, yet it tugged at her heart that she couldn't comprehend their meaning. Despite her efforts to imitate him, her attempt came out garbled and imperfect, prompting Optimus to offer a reassuring smile. "Almost, I suppose with practice you can say a few phrases in Cybertronian, not many but I was able to decipher what you tried to copy"

Techno's smile blossomed with happiness, her curiosity eventually overtaking her shyness. "What did you say…and what did I manage to say?" she inquired with a hint of bashfulness. Optimus's chuckle conveyed his amusement before he unveiled their exchanged words. "I expressed, 'Your spark burns bright,' a compliment. In response, you conveyed 'You're a bright spark.' It's a variation of the same sentiment but the one you used is less used for your sparkmate."

Techno nodded knowingly, her smile carrying a mix of playfulness and affection. "There probably are easier phrases for me to say in your language, Optimus, but... there are things I can say that you will probably never figure out," she remarked with a mischievous glint in her eyes. The subtle blush that graced Optimus's features only made her grin widen. He opened his mouth to respond, but Techno beat him to it.

"K'uur… Alor. Cyar'ika, Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum," she softly uttered, her tone infused with tenderness and devotion as she spoke in that wonderfully nerdy, made-up language. The words seemed to catch Optimus off guard, causing a deeper flush to spread across his face. Despite his status as a leader and warrior, he was momentarily rendered speechless by her heartfelt expression.

In an endearing attempt to emulate her, Optimus hesitated before repeating the sequence of words she had spoken, each syllable sounding a bit clumsy as he tried his best to capture the essence of her message. The Prime's uncharacteristic stumbling was evidence of how much her presence affected him, the veneer of leadership momentarily giving way to the vulnerability of his feelings.

Giggling at the regal leader stumbling over Mando'a, she playfully waved a hand to interrupt his efforts. "My Cyar'ika, you are stumbling over such simple words," Techno chided in an affectionate tone, which earned her a soft chuckle from Optimus.

With the warm water continuing to cascade down, Techno spun around to let it soak her frame. "I do need to wash, otherwise I'd start smelling... would you like to help me?" she inquired, turning her gaze back to Optimus. The Prime, ever composed, responded with a hum and a nod, his deep voice resonating as he affirmed, "I will indeed help." He gently set her down on the floor before transforming and activating his holoform.

Smiling at the now human-sized Optimus, Techno watched as he walked over to a panel and retrieved a bottle of lavender-scented soap that the Autobots had kept stocked for her. His thoughtful gesture warmed her heart as he joined her in the task of washing, his movements careful and considerate. As they went about the mundane yet intimate act, the air seemed to carry the soft tones of understanding and love.

The lavender-scented soap mingled with the warm water, creating a soothing aroma that enveloped them both as Optimus gently worked the soap into Techno's skin. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully immerse in the experience, feeling the tension of the day slowly melt away.

As his fingers moved in gentle, deliberate strokes across her skin, Techno felt an unexpected wave of comfort wash over her. The strong, yet tender touch of Optimus had a way of easing her worries and grounding her in the present moment. The soap bubbles slid down her body, carrying away the grime and stress of the day, leaving behind a sense of calm.

Optimus, for his part, was captivated by the delicate curve of her form, the way the water droplets clung to her skin, and the intricate details that made her uniquely herself. Each scar and mark told a story, but it was the person before him who truly fascinated him.

When Optimus finally stopped moving, Techno turned toward him, her eyes meeting his optics. In that moment, she could see the unspoken thoughts and emotions swirling within him, and it brought a playful giggle to her lips. Smiling, she moved closer to him, her body pressing against his in a gentle embrace. Standing on her tiptoes, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, the touch light and tender.

Optimus's arms enveloped her, pulling her close as he responded to the kiss, the gentleness giving way to a deeper passion. With care, he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as their connection intensified. His hands found their way to her ass with a gentle squeeze, she didn't know that Optimus had a naughty side. Gasping softly at the feeling Optimus seized the moment to plunge into her mouth to explore, he was gentle yet demanding with his advances.

Techno couldn't help but moan softly when he gave her ass a gentle squeeze. She could feel him move slowly as they continued their exploration of each other's mouths, it was only when her back touched the ground that she realized he was setting her down.

Releasing her onto the ground gently Optimus took this time to let his hands roam around her body, caressing the gentle curve of her hip and trailing upward. His hand ended up cupping her breast gently bringing forth a soft moan.

Finally pulling away Optimus looked down at the femme under him, her skin flush as she panted. He took in her form as she lay there looking up at him. Her eyes always captivated him, so full of emotion, expressive in many ways. "Opti-" She tried to speak only to be silenced with a kiss before being picked up.

Walking with purpose, Optimus led Techno out of the washroom and into his main berthroom. He carefully set her down on a large king-size human bed adorned with sheets and a comforter in shades of red and blue. Techno found herself positioned in the middle of the spacious bed, her curiosity piqued as to why Optimus had a human bed in his room. Before she could voice her question, Optimus gracefully joined her on the bed, his tall bot holoform hovering over her.

"Do you like the bed, sweetspark?" Optimus's deep voice resonated, sending a shiver down her spine. "Each of us got one for our rooms, just for you," he explained, his words carrying a soft yet gentle and embarrassed tone. Not trusting her voice Techno nodded, Optimus chuckled which reverberated through her chest making her shiver. Leaning down into her, Optimus gently began kissing her neck softly making her giggle "Technoblade~ Allow me to be your first…please" He whispered against her neck making her shiver.

Swallowing thickly Techno closed her eyes and choked out a stuttered "O-okay" Optimus hummed softly his chest rumbling, before gently biting her neck making her gasp in shock. "Thank you" He rumbled before capturing her lips in a soft kiss. His hands once again began roaming her body, one going up to one of her breasts and the other trailing downward gathering the leftover droplets from the shower they shared not too long ago before finding its mark, hesitantly he slowly slipped two of his digits into her slick folds.

Gasping at the sudden intrusion Optimus once again took advantage of her carelessness and plunged his glossa into her mouth again causing her to moan, Techno brought up her hands gripping on his shoulders, really any piece of armor she could grip as her body gently shook as Optimus' digits covered in her own lubricants found their way into her. He was gentle in pistoning his fingers in and out of her, finding her moans and small noises rather adorable.

Techno's body began to shake slightly making Optimus stop his face matching hers blush practically engulfing his faceplates, he pulled away his hand from her as well before bringing his digits up to his face plates, the two digits that were just inside of her were practically dripping with her fluids and it smelled very sweet to Optimus that he couldn't help himself. Sticking the digits in his mouth he reveled in her sweet taste as he looked down at her blushing embarrassed face.

Optimus couldn't help but look at his femme, her embarrassment easily recognizable underneath the pleasure she had on her face. Slowly he moved to sit between her open legs and gazed down at her, her body was practically hairless aside from the cutest heart shaped patch of hair above her clit. Pausing Optimus swallowed thickly and proceeded to reach down to his own waist, he removed the most important part of his armor, releasing his spike so that Techno could see him as vulnerable as she was.

Techno couldn't believe what she was seeing, but Optimus' 'equipment' was on the large to massive size compared to a human. "Technoblade…do-do you like it?" Optimus stuttered softly but with just a hint of pride, Techno couldn't speak, she wouldn't dare. "It…This is a Spike" Optimus' voice took on a more embarrassed tone as he realized she didn't know what it was called hence her hesitation. "W-would you like to-to touch it?" He asked only for Techno to make an embarrassed squeak.

Optimus wondered if he did something wrong for her to freeze up and not say anything. His processor began wondering if she was going to refuse him now that she saw his spike, that she would refuse him as her mate, was his spike inadequate, was he too small, too large. His processor began overworking only to halt in its processes as a soft gentle touch on his spike made him moan softly. Onlining his optics he looked down to see Techno gently stroking his spike as if she were going to break him.

Techno continued to stroke his spike gently mesmerized by the soft feeling of the metal, it was pliable, soft and smooth. It was unlike anything she ever felt before, the men she was with in her world had super soft skin on their cocks but Optimus wasn't human and his spike was on a whole new level for her. It was exciting and terrifying on what she should expect, there would be pain. She knew that for sure but that is only because he is so girthy.

Techno hesitantly opened her mouth and spoke "Your s-spike…It looks s-similar to a human just…metallic" she stuttered out softly pulling her hand away from his spike, her curiosity satisfied for now. Optimus blushed, humming softly with a nod understanding her need to try and relate her human words and sights to what she was experiencing, reaching out and gripping her waist gently he pulled her body flush with his, her dripping pussy now had his spike cradled between her slick lips.

The movement caused Techno to squeak out in a slight shock at the new feeling Optimus was giving her. "Tell me…How this normally goes for humans, I want to…to learn" He spoke lowly gazing down at her, slowly moving his hips making his spike move along her pussy lips gathering as much lubricant as possible.

"It…It goes a bit like h-how you are doing now" Techno whispered looking up at Optimus and reaching out gliding her hands over the armor she had within reach of her. "Similar…yet so different. Techno…call me by my pre-prime name when…when it is just us. It's Orion Pax" Optimus mumbled gently moving his hips in a soft rhythm. She looked up into his optics and gave an embarrassed smile before whispering "O-okay Orion"

An approving hum escaped Optimus as he smiled "Are you ready…Technoblade~" his voice was slightly playful as he moved back slightly positioning the tip of his spike at her entrance before looking down at her. "O-orion…be quick a-about entering just…don't move after…please" She begged softly knowing it was better to just get the pain over and done with rather than prolong it. Optimus hesitantly nodded and with a sharp thrust forward buried his spike deep into his Techno's valve making her cry out in pain and pleasure.

Leaning over Optimus began gently kissing her lips knowing that this was the most painful part of the whole ordeal. Techno had no idea the pain would be like this, Optimus' spike looked very much like a human cock just metallic looking and much bigger and more girthy than an average humans. Techno felt Optimus lean over and kiss her gently as to offset the pain she felt from his entrance. She whimpered softly against his lips causing him to speak softly in cybertronian, an apology she thinks.

Slowly the pain ebbed away leaving her feeling stretched and full, "O-Optimus-" He shushed her as she tried to speak "Call me Orion right now" He whispered against her lips, Techno made a hum sound before speaking "O-Orion…move, please" her request was rewarded by a soft kiss and Optimus began slowly moving his hips.

Pleasure fully replacing the pain she once felt after only a few minutes of the slow gentle thrusts, with a shuttered breath Techno moaned softly "Orion…move f-faster" she begged Optimus using the name he wanted to go by. Optimus began moving faster gripping her waist tightly with both hands. "P-please Orion f-faster harder" Techno begged him, softly crying out her plea.

It really didn't take long for Optimus to find his rhythm, Techno moaning and crying out each time he pulled out and plunging back into her, his thrusts were most likely leaving bruises on her thighs due to metal meeting delicate skin but they both could care less. Optimus nearly pulled all the way out and pushed back into her groaning softly as he did so, listening to her soft muffled cries of pleasure as she tried to keep quiet.

Optimus could feel Techno's valve quiver along with the rest of her body as she drew closer and closer to overload just as he wanted. He began talking encouraging words in cybertronian for her to just let go before switching to english "Overload for me, Overload with me Technoblade!" he groaned in her ear making her gasp and grip at his armor pulling him in close, Techno's breath hitched as she felt her body spasm on its own before lunging forward biting into Optimus' neck cables causing him to cry out in pain and pleasure as the bite pulled him into his own overload.

Techno could feel Optimus' body burn against her, his body was almost burning hot to the touch, but she could also feel the burning hot liquid that spilled from his still extended spike. Her body continued to spasm along with Optimus' moans at each and every spasm her body did as it tightened around his spike almost uncomfortably.

After a few moments Techno released Optimus and fell limply against the bed panting harshly, a spasm shaking her every so often. Optimus groaned softly pulling out of her and gazed down at his handiwork feeling guilty as the pink transfluid mixed with a bit of blood and a creamy fluid that spilled out of Techno's valve.

Techno didn't know how long she laid there on the bed before her panting subsided but she finally calmed when she felt something cold and wet touch her in her overly stimulated sensitive pussy making her squeal softly and look up. Optimus had a wet washcloth and was gently cleaning her—their—mess with a soft chuckle. "I…I apologize Technoblade for hurting you" Optimus hummed softly, gently wiping her down.

"Orion Pax, do not apologize for that or any of this," Techno giggled, her hands gesturing playfully over her body as if emphasizing her point. She shivered slightly as the washcloth brushed against her skin once more. "I…I love you, Orion," she whispered, her touch tender as she reached out to caress his cheek plating. Optimus's smile deepened at her words, and he gently kissed the palm of her hand. "And I love you, Technoblade."

As the moments passed, Optimus's mind shifted to more practical matters. "We should probably go see Ratchet," he suggested. "I was hit with a…tree, and you were bleeding from our actions." A soft groan escaped Techno, clearly not thrilled by the prospect of a medical examination after their intimate encounter.

Optimus dismissed his holoform, returning to his true bipedal form within the bathroom. Turning off the shower, he stepped out to find Techno lying on her side, a dark blush coloring her cheeks. Concerned, he approached her gently. "Techno?" he inquired, his voice laced with worry.

Her response was a playful grumble. "I…I'm too sore to get up," she admitted, glaring at him with mock annoyance. Optimus's expression softened as he understood the aftereffects of their passionate encounter. He reached for a soft towel and gently wrapped it around her, making sure she wasn't exposed to the cold air or her previous condition.

With a gentle smile, he walked to the door of his room, which slid open to reveal an empty hallway. Optimus made his way down the corridor, heading for the medbay as he comm'linked Ratchet to meet them there.

Upon reaching the medbay, Techno observed a gathering of Autobots. In addition to Ratchet, there were Prowl, Ironhide, the twins, Wheeljack, and Skyquake. She noticed that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe bore scratches and dents on their frames, wearing rather pleased expressions. Ironhide displayed minor injuries, while Wheeljack was undergoing a checkup. Prowl and Skyquake seemed to be present simply for the medbay's environment.

As the situation unfolded, Ratchet's frustration became apparent. He waved a wrench threateningly at Optimus, his voice tinged with exasperation. "Slaggit, Optimus! You were supposed to come straight here after helping Techno clean. Ironhide reported that you got hit by a tree from a drone. You assured me that Techno was fine, yet now you're Comm'ing me to tell me she needs a checkup. What the slag happened?!" Ratchet demanded, his words a mixture of concern and irritation.

Techno emitted a soft whine, her face hidden in the towel that had been draped around her by Optimus. As the situation unfolded, Optimus's attempts to address Ratchet's concerns were abruptly silenced by the medic, who was still clearly irked. "Ep, ep, quiet, Optimus," Ratchet interjected, addressing Techno next. "Techno, can you please unwrap yourself from the towel?" he asked. Blushing, Techno nodded, and with cautious movements, she stood up, her form wrapped in the towel while she was seated on Optimus's palm.

Summoning her courage, Techno slowly stood up on Optimus's palm before letting out a breath and allowing the towel to fall to the ground. The room fell into a hushed surprise as her exposed state became apparent. Yet, what caught their attention even more were the blossoming bruises on her thighs and the telltale handprints adorning her hips.

As the sight unfolded before them, reactions among the bots in the medbay varied widely.

Skyquake stood there, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape in evident shock at Techno's appearance, his usual bravado momentarily replaced by genuine surprise.

The twins, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, exchanged smirking glances. Sunstreaker couldn't resist a sly comment, asking with a mischievous grin, "So, when's our turn with Techno?" Sideswipe chuckled beside him, adding, "Yeah, don't hog all the fun, Optimus."

Ironhide simply nodded with a wolfish grin, appreciating the view of her exposed form with a low rumble of approval. "Well, ain't that somethin'."

Prowl, known for his stoic demeanor, seemed to have a brief moment of overwhelming emotion, the shock of the situation causing him to faint dead away.

Wheeljack, true to his wild and unpredictable nature, let out a whoop and a whistle, clearly unfazed by the unexpected display. "Well, would you look at that? Optimus, you sly dog!"

This made both Optimus and Techno blush rather darkly before Techno yelled out "Usenye!" before wrapping herself back in the towel hiding her body from her other partners who whined but were more confused on what she said.

Optimus cleared his vocalizer, trying to regain a semblance of control over the situation. "Ratchet, I apologize for not informing you sooner. Techno and I were... uh did some things that required medical attention. I assure you, she is fine, but I would appreciate it if you could check her over."

Despite his initial anger, Ratchet's demeanor softened as he assessed the situation. He let out a resigned sigh, recognizing the nature of the injuries. "Judging from those bruise placements, you and Techno…" Ratchet's hands gestured with a knowing familiarity, prompting Optimus to nod sheepishly. "Metal on delicate skin, especially in a bot holoform, tends to lead to bruising."

Techno's annoyance was evident in her grumbling response. "I don't care about the bruises, I just want to take a nap and not be stuck here in the medbay." Her words elicited mischievous grins from the twins, as Sideswipe couldn't help but flirtatiously suggest, "Why not join us for a nap in our berthroom, sweetspark?" His suggestive tone was cut short by a well-aimed wrench from Ratchet, putting an end to any further advances.

As the banter settled, Ratchet assumed his role of authority once again. "None of that. She's not going anywhere with you two," he directed sternly, addressing the twins, who protested with mock disappointment. His attention then turned to Techno. "And you, young femme, are going to have a checkup, one way or another."

Amidst the unfolding scene, Skyquake stood with a demeanor brimming with respect, his concern for Techno reflected in his gaze. "Skyquake, given your honorable disposition and your commitment to propriety, I entrust you with the responsibility of escorting Techno back to your quarters, where she can find much-needed rest," he nodded in deference to Ratchet's directive. "Certainly, Ratchet. I shall ensure that she receives the rest she requires." His attention shifted to Techno, his eyes communicating a sincere care. "Come, Techno. Let me help you find comfort."

Techno's irritation garnered playful admonishments as she cast a glance back at the bots in the room. "All I want is a nap," she mumbled, prompting Skyquake to gently scoop her up and guide her out of the medbay.

With the room settling into a calmer atmosphere, Ratchet heaved a sigh, his stern expression turning toward Optimus. "Well, Optimus. Are you prepared to divulge the reasons behind your decision to abstain from the medbay, opting instead for a rather, shall we say, intense engagement with Techno?"

Optimus acknowledged that he might have been slightly forceful during their first intimate encounter and had assumed his bot holoform rather than his human one. "I suppose… both Techno and I were in need of it. I will refrain from disclosing the details as per Technoblade's request. As for my choice of form… it momentarily slipped my mind amidst the heat of the moment," he confessed, his tone colored with a touch of embarrassment.

Techno let out a sleepy yawn, comfortably nestled in the seeker's palm. Skyquake's steps held purpose, yet his curiosity got the better of him. "So, how was your time with the Prime?" he asked playfully, causing her to sputter and her cheeks to flush in response. "Optimus... well, he was, you know, big," she mumbled, which made Skyquake chuckle at her adorable embarrassment.

"I'd expect nothing less, Now if only you would divulge the details" Techno squeaked and hid her face in the towel Optimus had wrapped her up in. The seeker just laughed "I'm just teasing. If Dreadwing were here, he'd be giving me an earful for even asking such a thing, even as a joke. He's way more of a stickler than the Autobot SIC Prowl," Skyquake remarked with a grin.

"Dreadwing?" Techno inquired with a furrowed brow, clearly puzzled by the name that had been mentioned for the first time. Skyquake offered a warm smile as he reached his room, gently pushing open the door. "Dreadwing is my twin, my split-spark twin, similar to those twin Autobots, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. We might appear nearly identical, but much like the frontline fighters, Dreadwing and I have distinct personalities. He tends to be more serious, while I find joy in cracking jokes," Skyquake explained with a chuckle before elaborating.

"Common interests shared beyond our appearance include a passion for flying, a fondness for heavy weaponry, an appreciation for music, and a shared commitment to upholding certain standards of honor, diligence, and justice." Skyquake said before sighing slightly in mock exasperation. "Dreadwing was such a stick in the mud" Techno giggled at his roll of the optic when talking about his brother.

Skyquake moved to the desk that was in the room and gently set her down on the king sized bed that was in his room, the sheets and comforter were a dark military forest green color "The Autobot weapon specialist gave that to me and told me to set it up in here the other day, I figured it was for you." He hummed now appreciative for having a place for Techno in his own berthroom.

"I think everybot has a bed for me in their rooms now because Ironhide had the forethought that now they are my mech partners I'd be spending time in their rooms. I guess Ironhide saw that I also chose you, how he figured that out I have no clue" Techno sighed before slipping under the covers depositing the towel onto the floor not needing it to cover up while under covers. "Arcee will be bringing you a new set of clothes after she drops off Jackson at home." Skyquake informed her and she just hummed softly in acceptance, closing her eyes.

~Somewhere~

Techno's senses gradually awakened to the sound of joyous giggles, childlike in nature but echoing with an almost eerie resonance. As her eyes fluttered open, she was met with a gasp-inducing sight: the ghost boy named Wilbur stood before her. "Hello again, friend!" he called out, causing her to startle upright. As she took in her surroundings, she realized she was now adorned in an oversized blue sweater and black pants. The realization dawned on her as Wilbur cheerfully explained, "Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, friend, but you were naked when you arrived here, so I dressed you."

"Um... thank you, Wilbur?" Techno expressed her gratitude, though she remained profoundly puzzled by the situation. However, her confusion was short-lived as a second voice erupted in a growl of disbelief, "Fucking Ghostbur, who the hell—What the hell?!" Another boy, strikingly similar to the giggling apparition, materialized beside him. "Hi, Will. This is my new friend. She... um, she is... psst, what's your name?" the ghost boy inquired, to which the new boy named Will erupted in frustration, "You don't even know her name?!"

Techno introduced herself, her voice holding a sense of assertiveness, "Look, my name is Technoblade." Her response triggered a freeze in both boys—fear in one and unrestrained excitement in the other. The ghost boy lunged forward, engulfing her in a hug and began sobbing—Blue— all over her newly provided clothes. . "Techno! I've missed you so much! I've compiled a whole list of things I want to talk to you about!" he exclaimed with uncontainable happiness. Meanwhile, the other boy was seeking an escape route but halted, his gaze fixated on Techno. "...Techno is a boy, Ghostbur. That's a girl," he noted, his voice carrying an unexpected revelation.

"Techno can be whatever he wants to be, Wilbur," the ghostly Wilbur admonished, his words accompanied by a wave of his finger, the tears still tinted with a soft blue hue streaming down his face. "Wait... you're both Wilbur?" Techno inquired, her confusion palpable, causing both boys to turn their attention toward her.

The vibrant, non-crying Wilbur let out a sigh and began to explain, "It's... a punishment. We used to be one person, like a single entity. I made a choice, something we'll skip over. The punishment was that I would forever be severed from my sorrow, my joy, and my childlike nature. Instead, I would live alongside him. That child is the one I refer to as Ghostbur... he's me, but a ghostly version." He pointed at Ghostbur who stopped crying Blue.

Ghostbur's voice took on a contemplative tone as he continued, "So, you see, we're two sides of the same coin, forced to coexist due to my own actions. It's been a strange but fun existence, let me tell you." He exchanged a knowing glance with the other Wilbur, the one who carried the weight of their shared emotions. "So are you Technoblade?" Will asked, turning his attention to her, while the ghostly Wilbur looked at her with a pleading gaze.

"Technoblade is a name given to me by the Anarchy god—my personal god and namesake. He's much more... vibrantly pink than I am," Techno explained, offering a smile. Will burst into hysterical laughter. "He did it! He actually went and conquered the realm of the gods!" Wilbur joined in the cheer, playfully throwing around —Blue—, the reason for his fascination with this concept remaining a mystery to her, but it undeniably brought joy to the teenager's childlike demeanor.

"Wilbur?" Techno inquired, yet both the ghostly and living boys turned towards her at the same time, prompting her to laugh. "Alright then, Ghostbur... why am I here?" Ghostbur's joy manifested in exuberant jumps. "Oh, I know! Due to your connection with the original Technoblade, you share a link with us. You stumbled upon one of my memories from when the original Technoblade was alive and witnessed a part of 'The Hog Hunt'. Crazy, right?" he enthusiastically proclaimed.

"Can I ask a question now, Miss Techno?" Ghostbur bounced joyfully, his childlike enthusiasm tangible. Will sighed and reached out to restrain the exuberant version of himself. "Sure, Ghostbur," Techno sighed, her hand rubbing her forehead as she adjusted to the presence of the two Wilbur's.

"Why were you naked when you arrived here?" Ghostbur asked with innocent curiosity, causing both Techno and Will to blush a deep shade of red. "Ghostbur, what the heck!" Will exclaimed, delivering a swift reprimanding smack to his younger self's head. "Uh… well… I was, um, intimate with one of my boyfriends," Techno admitted, her embarrassment clear in her response.

Will abruptly halted, his shock evident as he stared at her. "One of your… boyfriends. Are you cheating on all of them?! What the heck, I thought you were cool like the OG Techno, but you have multiple boyfriends?! That's messed up," he exclaimed, rising from his position and stepping close to her. Meanwhile, Ghostbur was once again shedding —Blue— tears, evidently distressed by the notion of Techno's alleged infidelity.

"What in the world! No, you idiots! I would never do something like that to my mech partners!" Techno shouted, her frustration bubbling over as she unleashed a punch that connected with Will's face, compelling him to cease his advancement. The room crackled with tension, the misunderstanding and emotions blending into a chaotic mixture.

Will was propelled several feet backward but managed to regain his balance, his determination unyielding as he growled and produced a menacingly sharp shovel from his back. He was poised to swing it at Techno when a sudden flash of green and a hand on the shovel handle caused him to freeze abruptly. "What the heck... DREAM!" Will shouted, releasing the shovel as he jumped away.

Standing behind both Wilbur and Ghostbur was Dream, his signature smiley face mask in place, and wearing his green sweater. Beside him was XD, an enigmatic figure with a mask bearing the letters "XD" etched onto its blank surface. "When I mentioned that we were breaking quite a few rules by bringing you into the afterlife... there were also unforeseen side effects, XD has a gift for you Techno" Dream stated calmly. He greeted both Wilbur and Ghostbur with familiarity, his chuckle reverberating from behind the mask.

Ghostbur bounded up to Dream with evident excitement. "I'm doing fantastic, Dream! I made a new friend, Miss Techno!" he exclaimed with joy. Meanwhile, XD floated closer to Techno. "H̶̤̝͂͋ě̸̫l̴̢̝͐ͅl̷̘̀̊̀ỡ̶̝,̸̗́͗ ̵̡͕̦̏͘T̶̞̈́e̵̬͑̍̇c̵͉͖̠͛͗h̶̡̟̃͋͠n̶̢̫̮͊͑͂ö̴̠b̶̨̓ĺ̷̯̈́a̴̟̲̫͘͝d̸̰̏͊ë̸̲́͛́.̵̘̣̍̀ͅ ̷̡͐́͝I̴̫̭̥͠'̸̬̔ļ̷̯̐̑̔ḻ̷̂ ̷̢̩͑b̷͍͔͇̄̀e̵̺̲̖̒ ̶̥͝s̴̺̯̙̒̀̀ȅ̸̮͊n̷͚͙̽ḋ̸̹̺̚i̸̛̟̟̒n̶̡͚͂̉g̷̠͎͊͗́ ̵̤̪̬͆y̴̮͈͘o̴̝̞͒̀̈́ȗ̴̡͝ ̸̦̦̄̂b̶̌̃͜ä̷̼́͊c̸̡̢̒̐̄k̵̺̱͚͋ ̴͕͑ṣ̴̢͖͋͐h̷̪͚̦͆̇̽ö̷̠̣̘́̉r̴͈̝̔̋t̴̰̰̔̚ͅl̸̤̰͋y̴̗͉͊͘"̵̧͔̣̆̇͠ The strange entity whispered softly in his echoing, doubled voice that sounded as if three individuals were speaking simultaneously.

"Since I couldn't talk before…fuck you for putting that mask on my face that fucking hurt" Techno deadpanned and whacked the barely human thing that was next to her gaining a chuckle in return. "S̵̱̄t̶͇́å̴̮ẏ̸̯ ̴̼̽s̷̙͝ą̵͐f̴̗͝ë̶͎́ ̶͈̐u̴̫͂š̵̗e̷̡͋ ̴̭̈́p̸̛̻r̵͔͒ò̷̡ț̴͆ë̸̝́c̴̬̕t̶͙́ḯ̷̱o̷̹̾ṇ̴͠ ̸͈̇a̵͙̐n̴̼͝d̵̫̈́ ̵̗̽h̸͇̓a̵̦͋v̷̡̍e̴͓͛ ̷̾͜a̸̘͠ ̶͇̍l̷̘͑o̷͈͒t̵̀ͅ ̵̧̚m̶̳̈o̸͚͂r̷̄͜ě̸͎ ̷̫͝ś̷͔e̴̮̿x̴̞̄ ̶͎̐w̷̛̦ï̸̧t̷̻͗h̷̦͑ ̸̡͒ẗ̷́͜h̶̩̆o̷̩͌ş̷͝e̵̖͠ ̷͕́Ṃ̵̾e̸͎͊c̵͕̆h̸͈̕ş̴̿ ̷͈͑o̴̻͐f̸̡̊ ̷̟͌y̵̢̽ò̸͜ų̸͐r̷̨̒s̴̥̑ ̵͓̃Ṇ̸͐ě̸̦w̶͕̐ ̷̗̔T̸̗͝e̴̩̒c̶̖̕h̷̲͒n̷̗̓o̴̬͐b̸͖̅ḽ̸͛à̴͜d̴̮̚ẹ̷̉" The masked freak giggled before shoving her making her fall into a void.

"Fuck you"

~TFPrime!~

With a start, Techno was jolted awake, her chest heaving as she panted in the aftermath of a vivid dream. Her body felt a little achy, though not excessively so. Taking in her surroundings, she noticed a bag of clothes placed at the edge of the bed, and she realized that Skyquake was nowhere to be found. As she stretched, her soreness seemed to dissipate, and she couldn't help but feel like she had been rejuvenated during her sleep. Examining herself, she noticed faint blue handprints on her wrist, remnants of Ghostbur's touch. The bruises left by Optimus were almost completely faded, almost as if they had healed while she slept, a testament to her weird fucking vitality.

Approaching the bag, she noticed a note from Arcee resting on top. Reading the message, a grin tugged at Techno's lips. "Heya Techno, Prowl told me about your costume closet and I just had to take a peek. I think you should definitely rock those costumes more often. Many of them are both practical and stylish. Plus, they're bound to drive the mechs wild. Have fun with the selection I've made. Arcee~" Techno's laughter filled the room as she pondered the mischief Arcee had conjured up and the playful potential of her newfound wardrobe.

Opening the bag, Techno's initial reaction was a splutter of surprise mixed with bemusement. She couldn't help but wonder why Arcee had selected such an unconventional outfit for her. With a resigned sigh, she examined the ensemble, contemplating how she was going to manage putting it on solo, especially since the outfit Arcee had chosen typically required two individuals to don properly.

As Techno started to assemble the various pieces, she couldn't help but chuckle at the complexity of it all. After about half an hour of determined effort, she had managed to don most of the outfit. While she felt a little ridiculous, the armor and clothing were finally in place. The attire was an eccentric creation born from her forging endeavors—a fully armored Assassin's Creed-style robe, albeit black with striking red accents. Notably, her original cosplay project had been infused with glowing red LED lights embedded within the metal armor pieces.

The result was akin to a futuristic Assassin's Creed character, a look that she found herself oddly loving and hating, loving because it looked good, hating because the armor was heavy. She crafted the armor herself when she first started forging stuff when her dad was still alive so it was heavy. She assumed Arcee's choice was based on the combination of functionality and its inherent badassery. Otherwise, she might have found herself in a mecha pilot suit she had crafted to be sexy.

At least in this outfit, Techno felt genuinely well-armored, and her inherent strength allowed her to move with relative ease despite the cumbersome attire. Vaulting off the desk that doubled as her bed in Skyquake's room, she landed with a resounding thud—no surprise given she was draped in nearly forty pounds of armor. The absurdity of her appearance was undeniable, though entirely justifiable for the protection it provided.

Exiting the room, Techno embarked on a journey around the base, her aim to gauge the reactions of the other mechs. As she approached the atrium, the sound of conversation reached her ears—spoken in Cybertronian, yet she could understand it.

Suppressing a silent gasp, Techno discreetly positioned herself around the corner, her curiosity piqued by the conversation she overheard. The mechs were conversing in Cybertronian, and though their voices were distinct, she struggled to associate each voice with its respective owner due to the language shift.

"Do you... think Techno will ever acknowledge us out loud? I get that she's a shy femme and all, but I do want to hear her say that she loves us out loud… just once," the deep voice spoke, a sentiment that resonated deeply within her, harkening back to the conversations she had shared with Optimus and Ratchet. The importance of openly expressing her emotions to her partners was not lost on her, and she lamented her past oversight.

"She will. She's still learning our culture and expectations. I can confirm that she's genuinely trying," responded a female voice, Arcee's soothing tones conveying reassurance to the group.

Gathering her resolve, Techno strode out of the hallway, causing the ongoing conversations to taper off into silence as all optics turned towards her. Ironhide was the first to break the ice, his gruff voice laced with surprise, "Woah, uh, darlin', that is some impressive armor you got on there." His eyes traced the metal elements of the outfit, noting their craftsmanship and sturdiness, though he also acknowledged the weight.

"Thanks, Hide. I crafted it a while back," she replied with a smile, looking up at the seasoned weapons specialist. Her gaze swept across the room, catching the expressions of fascination on the faces of the twins, Bumblebee, Prowl, Cliffjumper, Wheeljack, Bulkhead, Skyquake, and Blaster.

Summoning the courage she needed, Techno took a deep breath and mustered with her limited grasp of Cybertronian, her words heavily accented and clipped as she addressed the mechs, "Love you all." The response she elicited was a collective mixture of shock and wonderment, their optics wide with astonishment. Cliffjumper was the first to act, bounding forward and gently scooping her up into his hands, his excitement palpable as he pressed affectionate kisses all over her, exclaiming, "You are too sweet for this world, sweetspark!"

Techno's delighted squeal resonated through the room, her surprise evident as Cliffjumper's enthusiastic displays of affection overwhelmed her. His endearing actions were akin to a cascade of kisses that spread across her form, evoking sputters and laughter in response. Before she could fully recover, Ironhide, now in his holoform, had swept her up into his arms, her body snug against his chest. His voice held a mix of curiosity and playfulness as he queried, "Since when have you known Cybertronian?" His lips met hers in a gentle kiss, leaving her momentarily dazed.

She nestled into the embrace, her arms finding a secure hold around the weapons specialist as she confessed, "I don't... not really. It's mostly guesswork, trying to figure out how to say things." Techno's admission was muffled against his chest, the comfort of his presence embracing her.

Her reprieve was short-lived, as the twins swiftly claimed her attention, each capturing a cheek with their kisses in synchronized harmony. The simultaneous declaration of affection from the duo, "We love you as well," washed over her, igniting a warm blush on her cheeks. They held her close, trying their best to keep her within their grasp, and she marveled at their ease in passing her around despite the weight of the armor she wore.

Yet again, she found herself swept away, this time encased in Blaster's embrace. His tentacles enveloped her pulling her into his arms as he nestled his face into her neck, his voice a soft melody against her ears. "Those words are like sweet music to my audials, my spark-song," he murmured, his affectionate nuzzles sending shivers down her spine.

Once again, the mechs played a game of gentle abduction, this time led by Bulkhead and Wheeljack. Bulkhead's enormous frame enveloped her in a hearty, if slightly overwhelming, hug as he stole her away from Blaster's embrace. The moment her feet touched the ground, Wheeljack took her hand, his affectionate kiss gracing the back of her gauntlet. It was clear he was a bit more reserved in expressing his affection openly in front of everyone, given his status as a newer addition to her group.

Prowl, who was renowned for his composed demeanor, managed to surprise her with his unanticipated gesture of affection. Taking her hand in his, he pressed a tender kiss onto her cheek. This subtle yet significant display reflected his willingness to adapt to the evolving atmosphere of open affection among the group. His small act spoke volumes about the depth of his feelings.

Bumblebee, on the other hand, exhibited a more unreserved approach. Without hesitation, he bounded forward, capturing her lips in a warm and earnest kiss. His genuine affection was tangible, further accentuated by the embrace he wrapped around her.

In contrast, Skyquake approached the scene with a measured and respectful demeanor. While he chose not to partake in the playful game of abduction, his smile carried a gentle warmth. His presence, while commanding respect, was noticeably more relaxed. With a grace that mirrored his character, he reached out and took her hand. Gently nuzzling her hand against his faceplates, he spoke in an intriguing dialect of Cybertronian, a language that flowed with an unusual smoothness. Though she only caught a few words, they resonated deeply, "you—very—sweetspark," unveiling his sentiments in an elegant and unique way.

As the group began to settle once more, the thunderous roar of engines seized Techno's attention, heralding the arrival of Arcee with Jack as her rider and Jazz, who seemed to have made a recovery and acquired a new altmode. Accompanied by their laughter, Raf joined the trio, his cheerful wave directed at Techno.

Returning the greeting, Techno raised a hand in acknowledgment. "Hey Raf, Jack. Jeez, how long did I sleep for?" she mumbled, her voice tinged with grogginess from the extended rest.

"Through the night. It's currently three in the afternoon. You fell asleep early in the evening when you returned to the base, and it was around ten then," Skyquake offered the information, providing clarity on the timeframe. Techno sighed, realizing that her intended short nap had turned into an extended sleep.

Blaster, who had returned to his monitoring duties, hummed something as a signal popped up on the screen, drawing Techno's attention. She saw that he was examining coordinates in Greece. Curiosity piqued, she inquired, "What's going on there, Blaster?" Her question caught him slightly off guard, and he shifted his focus from the screen to her on the ground of the atrium. "An energon signature, I think. It's a bit unusual and registering on the lower end of the signal scale. Bulkhead, you up for some scouting?" Blaster grinned at the green wrecker, his tone indicating an adventurous opportunity.

"I'm in! Want to come along, Techno?" Bulkhead interjected, turning to her with an eager expression, inviting her to join their expedition.

Wheeljack quickly chimed in, "I'll tag along too, Bulk." His declaration was short-lived as Ratchet promptly intervened, grabbing Wheeljack by his audial fin. "Not so fast! You've got unfinished scans to do, and I know you're trying to dodge them," the medic scolded, tugging Wheeljack away by his audial. The scene amused Techno, prompting her laughter.

Addressing Bulkhead, she grinned, "Count me in. It'll give me a chance to test out my cosplay outfit as functional armor." She playfully tapped her chest plate, her gauntleted hand clinking against the metal.

Excitedly, she retrieved her sword from its usual place, swiftly swinging it around before skillfully hooking it onto a holder at her back. "I designed this armor with my sword in mind," she explained, a sense of satisfaction evident in her voice.

"Alright, let's get going. Blaster, you're up," Bulkhead declared, giving a nod to the communications officer. Filled with anticipation, he conveyed his eagerness to embark on the mission. "This is gonna be cool. I've never been to Greece before—hell, I've never been out of the country before."

Techno laughed, her step light and energetic as she turned and waved to the other mechs who were just about done with their break. "I'll see you guys in a bit," she chimed, her excitement palpable. With a bounce in her step, she headed toward Bulkhead's vehicle, swiftly hopping into the passenger seat. "This will be awesome," she declared, pulling the hood of her outfit over her head. The V shape of the hood allowed her to conceal her face easily, and the only telltale sign that she was Technoblade was her pale pink hair spilling out from the front. She didn't bother tying it back or into its usual low braid.

Bulkhead guided the vehicle into the groundbridge, the swirling colors both fascinated and disoriented Techno as the merging hues played tricks on her eyes. The experience of being enveloped in a swirling vortex was far from enjoyable. Emerging from the other side, they found themselves amidst an excavation site, which had been recently abandoned due to labor strikes that had taken over the area. Given the historical significance of the site, the labor strike consisted of anthropologists and archaeologists who were well aware of the value of their work.

Stepping out of Bulkhead's cab, Techno scanned the surroundings, taking in the heavy equipment and the remnants of the excavation. Her attention was captured by an old painting on a rock face—a Grecian fresco painting. Reaching into her pocket, she retrieved her seldomly used phone and snapped a photo of the artwork. However, her confusion deepened as she glanced down at her phone, muttering to herself, "When did I even get my phone?"

Chalking it up to her having a 'Hammer space' as one of the many unknown bullshit the gods randomly bestowed upon her she put the phone away as Bulkhead drew near. "Did you come across anything interesting, Techno?" the gentle giant inquired, his curiosity evident. His attention shifted to the fresco in the dug-out area. "That's Cybertronian?!" Bulkhead exclaimed, a mix of fascination and confusion evident in his tone as he pondered why humans would paint a depiction of a Cybertronian artifact. "Why would ancient Greeks paint an energon harvester?" he mused aloud, his confusion growing.

Techno frowned, contemplating the image. "You recognize that orb? To me, it resembles an Apple of Eden... though 'Energon harvester' sounds ominous," she mused. Bulkhead glanced at her, intrigued by her remark about the "Apple of Eden," but he chose to table the question for later. "You're sharper than you let on, Bulkhead," she said, earning a pleased reaction from the mech, who seemed almost ready to puff up with pride.

"But even dumber than he looks." A gruff voice from the elevated ridge behind them sounded, making Techno and Bulk turn to face a Blue mech with an orange face and yellow optics. The unique look at Techno gave a head tilt, confused on how many different mesh tones there were to the cybertronian race as a whole or was this guy just different. "Breakdown!" Bulkhead growled

"Miss me?" The mech taunted, his grin oozing with wickedness and smugness as he looked down at the wrecker. Bulkhead let out a huff and growled, "Like rust in my undercarriage." Techno stifled a soft snort, trying not to burst into laughter. It seemed like the Cybertronian equivalent of saying 'like sand in my underwear.' Standing up straight, Techno turned to the blue mech and asked, "So you know him?" Bulkhead's expression conveyed more annoyance than outright hatred, suggesting that there was some history between them. "We have a history…" Bulkhead grumbled in response.

"And you have a pet, huh? Does he play catch?" Breakdown mocked, his words dripping with sarcasm. He then shattered a nearby marble column, hoisted a chunk of it over his head, and hurled it with a triumphant yell of "Catch!" Techno instinctively braced herself, but Bulkhead was a bit too far away to intercept the incoming rock.

Time appeared to slow to a crawl for Techno as the shattered column hurtled towards her, the air vibrating with tension. In a heartbeat, her instincts kicked in, and she extended her arms with a fierce determination. With a resounding impact, her gauntleted hands intercepted the debris just inches from her body, the collision sending shockwaves through her body. Dust and debris filled the air as she braced herself against the force, her boots digging into the ground to prevent her from being knocked off balance.

The moment hung in suspended animation, the weight of the column pressing against her, testing her strength. Muscles strained, and breath caught in her chest, but she held firm. Her resolve burned brighter than ever, and with a growl of anger, she lifted the heavy load over her head. The air crackled with energy as she faced down her adversary, eyes locked onto the mech who had launched the assault.

"Technoblade?!" Bulkhead's incredulous cry cut through the dusty area, he could hardly see from the dust that was kicked up, but as the dust settled he saw Techno with the column above her head. "I don't play catch…I play DODGE OR DIE!" She yelled with an anger that resonated with the echoes of countless battles, she hurled the column back at her assailant. The ground trembled as the projectile hurtled through the air, a manifestation of her unyielding spirit and unbreakable will.

The mech, caught off guard by the sudden counterattack, had little time to react. He barely managed to dodge the oncoming debris, his frame narrowly escaping the destructive impact. The column struck the ground with an earth-shaking crash, sending shards of marble scattering in all directions.

In that suspended moment, Techno's defiant stance spoke volumes. She was not a mere bystander; she was a force to be reckoned with, a wrecker, a warrior, and she wasn't about to let some lunkhead hurt Bulkhead or herself. "Is that the best you've got?" She called out, her voice ringing with a mixture of challenge and determination. Her hood had fallen down in the chaos, revealing her features in full detail – black sclera, red irises, pale skin, pink hair, and bared fangs, all contorted with anger directed at the mech before her.

Bulkhead charged at the opening created by Breakdown's momentary distraction, his determination resolute. However, Breakdown swiftly reacted, dodging Bulkhead's charge before seizing him and launching him straight into the ancient fresco painting. The impact resonated with a destructive crash, dust and debris filling the air as the artwork was marred.

"Oops, hope the pretty picture wasn't too important," Breakdown taunted with a malicious chuckle. But his attention swiftly shifted, his optics locking onto Techno as he lunged towards her. In an instant, he wrapped his massive frame around her, transforming into his alt mode, imprisoning her within the confines of his form.

Straps had materialized all around her, immobilizing her within the confines of his cab as he sped away from the scene. Anger surged within Techno as she realized the gravity of the situation. Breakdown's actions were infuriating, his disregard for her well-being and safety as he had thrown that massive object at her left her seething. "Let me out, you fragger!" She yelled, her voice fierce with frustration, as she struggled against the unyielding restraints that held her captive.

Inside the cab, Breakdown's thoughts were a mix of regret and astonishment. He hadn't realized that the Autobots would involve a human femme in their battles, and he certainly hadn't anticipated that his reckless actions would lead to this. "I'm not gonna hurt you," he said, his voice carrying a touch of remorse. He chastised himself for his lack of consideration. "I didn't fragging know you were a femme. I would have never EVER thrown that thing at you if I knew."

Techno's struggles continued unabated, her frustration and determination evident in every movement as she tried to break free from the tight restraints that held her captive. The unexpected turn of events had only ignited her desire to regain her freedom, and she was unyielding in her efforts. "Fraggit, femme, please listen to me!" Breakdown's voice was tinged with a mixture of urgency and exasperation as he tried to reason with her.

Growing increasingly frustrated with her persistent struggles, Breakdown made a decision. Activating his holoform, he was a tall and muscular man with a tan complexion and a short mohawk. Clad in a tight fitted blue shirt, jeans, and military boots, his holoform was certainly eye-catching. But it was his next action that left Techno stunned—his strong hands gripped both sides of her head and forcefully turned her to face him. The unexpected kiss that followed caused her to freeze in surprise.

As Breakdown pulled away, his expression now tinged with annoyance, he delivered his message. "You gonna listen to me now?" he demanded, his tone firm and unwavering. The unexpected and brash move had effectively caught her attention, leaving her temporarily speechless and unsure of how to react.

"Look, Femme, I—" Breakdown began, but Techno's almost whispered mumble cut him off, her voice carrying an unexpected weight as she said, "Technoblade…" Confusion knitted Breakdown's brows as he regarded her, absorbing the name she revealed. "My name… It's Technoblade," she reiterated, her gaze holding a strange intensity as she emerged from the daze of the kiss.

Breakdown, now realizing his mistake, huffed with a tinge of embarrassment. "Technoblade… right. Look, I'm sorry about the whole throwing that thing at you. I would never hurt a femme, not unless they are actually part of this fragging war and only warbuilds. I would never touch a civilian," he admitted, his tone earnest as he acknowledged his boundaries.

"Can you let me out?" Techno inquired urgently, frustration clear in her tone. Breakdown's response came as a reluctant shake of his head, his lips pursed with a mix of sympathy and obligation. "No, unfortunately, I gotta take you with me now that you're in my cab. That, and Bulkhead retreated into a groundbridge already," he explained, his irritation at Bulkhead's behavior evident in the subtle huff that escaped him.

"So what's going to happen now?" Techno's voice held a mix of annoyance and apprehension, not thrilled about her current predicament of being trapped with Breakdown. "Uh… easy, I bring you back with me to the Nemesis-" Before he could finish, Techno's abrupt movement as she attempted to headbutt his holoform took him by surprise. "You fragging MAD, Starscream fucking hates me and will kill me the second he lays optics on me. Not to mention Blackout, Thundercracker, and Skywarp for giving them shit when they had me captured the first time! I don't wanna think what Soundwave will do after breaking his screen twice!" Techno's outburst left Breakdown stunned, his optics wide as he absorbed the revelations about her past interactions with Decepticons.

"They what? And did fragging what? Where was Megatron in all of this? He would never dare pull a civilian femme into our war. The few times it happened was because they were mates to some Decepticons," Breakdown's disbelief was palpable. The disparity between Techno's seemingly unassuming appearance and the tales of her audacious clashes with Decepticons left him thoroughly taken aback.

"I don't know, from what little I know of Starscream, he probably lied to him," Techno retorted with a touch of irritation, answering the mech's question about her past encounters. "Uh… I can probably just drop you off somewhere, but Soundwave is most likely tracking my every move. If I bring you aboard the Nemesis and hide you within my chassis—provided you are quiet—I'd be able to let you out after reporting to Starscream and Soundwave about that painting." Breakdown attempted to reason, seeking a solution to their predicament. Techno's irritation was palpable as she responded, "Fine, you have a deal, Breakdown. But I want the use of my arms and legs, please."

Breakdown's faceplate flushed a light shade of pink at hearing his name come so casually from the femme's lips. The way she said it sent a jolt through his spark, leaving him momentarily stunned. "Uh, right. Sorry about that," he muttered, releasing the straps that had bound her to the seat, except for the regular seatbelt. A grin tugged at Techno's lips as she took advantage of her newly regained freedom, striking out with a punch that shattered his holoform into a cascade of light. "Frag! What was that for?!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with confusion.

"For throwing that column at me!" she fired back, her anger evident as she remained seated, arms crossed in a defiant display. "Fine! I need to request a groundbridge, so please be quiet. Soundwave is always fragging listening," Breakdown let out an exasperated sigh.

"Always watches, no eyes," Techno muttered, quoting an old myth before falling silent. Breakdown activated his comm'link straight to the Decepticon communications officer. "Breakdown to Soundwave, could use a bridge. I found something you might want to hear about," he transmitted the message efficiently. In no time, a groundbridge materialized right in front of them as Breakdown continued to drive, a testament to Soundwave's unparalleled efficiency.

Breakdown activated his holoform to gesture for her to remain silent, and then dismissed it again. Suddenly, with a seamless transformation, Techno found herself enclosed in a spacious yet confined space. Pulling out her phone, Techno quickly texted Blaster, sending him the picture of the fresco painting, hoping they could make use of it somehow.

After sending the text, Techno pocketed her phone. The space around her was softly illuminated by blue bio-lights. She could sense Breakdown's movement, and soon, another set of footsteps joined them. "You would not believe the state Lord Megatron is in. I haven't even started, and the task is daunting," a deep and charismatic voice echoed, filling the space.

"Oh, well, I had a run-in with my ol' buddy Bulkhead. He seemed well enough, had a human femme with him named Technoblade," Breakdown's voice reverberated from all around her, an unsurprising occurrence considering her location within his chest. "Was she at least cute?" the voice teased, and the chamber's temperature seemed to rise slightly. "You're blushing. Should I be jealous that you got a girl on this world faster than I win a race?" Techno couldn't help but let out a soft giggle at the playful banter exchanged between the captor and the voice; it was almost reminiscent of sibling dynamics.

"Blow it out your actuator, Knockout," Breakdown retorted, his voice edged with annoyance, causing Techno to chuckle inwardly. The interactions between these two were quite entertaining.

Breakdown came to a sudden halt, causing Techno to jerk within her confined space. Being inside a bot's chest was a disorienting experience, even more so than traveling through a groundbridge.

"Lord Starscream. Commander Soundwave. I have located something in Greece, but the Autobot fool Bulkhead destroyed it before I could capture an image of it. It looked to be an energon harvester," Breakdown reported in a brisk manner, preemptively delivering his message without allowing either mech to interject.

As the conversation continued, Techno's attention wandered, and her eyes fell upon a soft glow emanating from behind her. Turning her head, she found herself face-to-face with a reinforced box-like structure. Inside, a glowing orb pulsed with an otherworldly energy. The box was constructed from the same metallic material as the surrounding area, yet additional components and a transparent glass-like view window adorned its surface. Intrigued by the enigmatic radiance, Techno's curiosity got the better of her and she reached out to touch the box.

Outside the confines of her temporary prison, there was shuffling and movement. "Uh huh, that's it," Breakdown's voice sounded after a few moments of silence. The instant Techno's hand made contact with the reinforced box, Breakdown's external form froze, unbeknownst to the others who continued their conversation.

Entranced by the way the glowing responded to her touch, Techno's fingers gently traced the box's surface. The luminous orb reacted to her movements, seemingly drawn to her touch. As Techno interacted with the mysterious box, she wished she had delved further into the cybertronian anatomy datapad that Ratchet had provided her. Regrettably, her initial attempt to learn about their reproduction had left her flustered, resulting in an accidental toss of the pad that broke it before she could even learn what a damn Spike was.

"Breakdown?" The voice of Knockout spoke up, concern tinting his voice as he took a step forward, wondering what was going on with his frozen medical assistant. Breakdown opened his mouth to respond, but just as he did, Techno's fingers caressed the box again. A soft groan involuntarily escaped Breakdown's mouth as he fell to his knees. "Breakdown?!" Knockout's alarmed voice filled the air.

The jolt from Breakdown's fall caused Techno to lurch within the confined space. Instinctively, she reached out and clung to the box, hugging it close to her armored chest to steady herself. Another jolt shook Breakdown, and it became apparent that he was being carried away, presumably to the medical wing of the Nemesis. "Alright, everyone but Barricade OUT! I need to open up Breakdown's chassis, and I don't think he wants his spark on display," Techno heard Knockout yell, his voice echoing in the chamber as he attended to Breakdown's condition.

In the midst of the chaos, Techno's face turned bright red with embarrassment and fear. She realized, too late, that her touch might have inadvertently affected Breakdown's spark. She withdrew away from the box, her heart pounding with concern for the mech.

She hastily pulled her hair back into a low ponytail and threw on her hood to conceal her face as Knockout worked his way into Breakdown's chassis. The hatch opened, and Techno found herself in plain view of Knockout, he was cherry red with an almost white faceplate. His appearance reminded her of an elf or a vampire from stories she'd heard. His optics remained locked on her as he suddenly yelled, "AHH, HUMAN!"

Maneuvering her way out of Breakdown's chest, Techno deftly evaded Knockout's reaching hands. However, she tripped while attempting to escape and tumbled off the side of the medical berth, only to be caught in the outstretched arms of Barricade. "Gotcha, Pest!" Barricade growled as he held her, his gaze meeting hers. Her hood concealed most of her face from him.

Knockout's fury was palpable as he transformed his hand into a menacing saw blade, its edges spinning dangerously. "What the frag were you doing in my assistant's chassis?" he growled, his anger simmering. "Answer, Human, or I am going to have you laid out on my dissection table!"

At that very moment, Breakdown online and roared into action. His massive fist connected with Knockout's frame, sending him reeling. With a feral growl, Breakdown bellowed, "Mine! MINE!" He grabbed Techno from Barricade, holding her protectively close as his voice echoed through the medical room.

"Breakdown?! What are you doing!" Knockout's voice echoed with confusion as he struggled to comprehend why his assistant had struck him and claimed the human as his own. "My… My spark. My mate," Breakdown slowed down his words, his voice a mixture of bewilderment and realization. Techno, still held in his grip, managed to cough, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. "Frag, Techno, did… did you touch my spark?!" Breakdown finally regained his senses, his incredulous question hanging in the air. He loosened his grip on her, allowing her to breathe again, though she was still trying to steady herself.

Tossing her hood aside, Techno directed her frustration at Breakdown. "That's not my fragging fault! You jerked around too much, you big lunk!" Her hands settled defiantly on her hips, her lips curling into a silent snarl. Barricade couldn't believe his optics—here she was again, that femme who had caused a ruckus on the Nemesis before. She seemed even more impressive now, glowing in the chamber's light compared to the dimness of the cell block.

As for Knockout, he stood there in disbelief. The rumors about the so-called spawn of Unicron, the embodiment of chaos and death, had swirled around him. She had reportedly wreaked havoc on the ship, damaging drones, and even smashing Soundwave's screen twice. But the rumors had not done justice to her appearance. Though she was meant to possess completely black optics, blood-red hair, and gray skin, the sight before him defied those descriptions.

Her eyes held black sclera, yes, but her irises were molten pools of hot metal. Her skin was pale with delicate tints of pink, resembling the moon's glow. And her hair, a soft shade of pale pink, further accentuated her striking appearance. In his internal struggle, Knockout finally spoke her name. "Technoblade, was it?" He stepped forward, captivated by the presence of this remarkable human femme.

Techno turned to face the cherry red mech. "Yes?" Her voice held a note of readiness, her fists clenched as if prepared for a confrontation. "Now, now, none of that. I need to ask... Do you understand the significance of touching one's spark?" Knockout advanced toward her with a smug smirk, his clawed hand resting on his hip. "No," she admitted, her confusion evident as she tried to make sense of his question. "Well, if I were to explain it in human terms, you went and touched Breakdown's soul... and heart. You both are now connected, forever, until your lives come to an end," Knockout explained, adopting a thoughtful pose with his hand resting on his chin before adding "It's something I never thought possible"

Techno's movements ceased abruptly, her eyes widening as comprehension dawned upon her. "I... I am so sorry, Breakdown..." She began to stammer an apology, her voice laced with regret. The blue mech looked down at her, his gaze softening as he brought her closer to his face, gently placing her against his faceplate. "It's okay, Techno. I don't mind... it's a sudden connection, but you seem like a kind and sweet femme," he reassured her, his words carrying a genuine warmth. "Plus, you are insanely strong. I don't think I would mind being tied to such a femme."

"What am I going to tell the bots? Is this cheating? Did I cheat on my mech partners?! I wanted to be known for doing awesome shit, not being a damn cheater and an adultier!" Techno's panic surged, her words tumbling out along with her fears, and her eyes glistened with the threat of tears. "Woah, Technoblade, calm down. This is not cheating; it was an accident, and accidents happen from time to time. You and I didn't make a full connection due to my casing being closed. That... and it's the femme who chooses who is in the group. A mech can ask to be in... the harem, as you humans say, but if a femme says no, then it's a no." Breakdown's soothing words attempted to quell Techno's rising distress.

"Technoblade, I'd calm down if I were you. Depending on how deep your connections to the Autobots are, they can feel your panic," Knockout chimed in nonchalantly, examining his clawed digits as he subtly stole glances at her face, catching sight of her pointed ears now that he had a clear view. The medic's aesthetic appreciation extended to her features, and he wished he could get a better look at her physique, but she was clad in armor – likely an Autobot's doing, considering her fragile nature.

"...My partners can feel what I'm feeling?" Techno blanched, cupping her cheeks with both hands before her face rapidly reddened, furthering Breakdown's concern. He had never witnessed a human change colors so quickly. "Does that mean that my partners felt it when Optimus and I had sex!?" she blurted out, her words almost merging into one in her mortification. She covered her face in embarrassment, her voice muffled as she spoke.

Knockout strolled over with a grin. "Well, I'm impressed, Sweetstuff. Mind if I ask to be part of your growing collection of mechs?" he asked, his question startlingly direct. Techno blinked at him, perplexed by his straightforward approach. As she opened her mouth to respond, the silent enforcer who had been standing guard stepped forward, falling to his knees and bowing his head to the ground. "Technoblade, I offer myself as an apology for my abhorrent actions against you. I could have stopped Blackout, said something to get him to stop. But I didn't. Please," he pleaded, his voice filled with remorse.

"This feels way too scripted... You're... Barricade, right?" Techno inquired, receiving a silent nod from the enforcer. "...I'd be a damn fool to say no, so... fine. To both of you. BUT I do have ground rules that I need to come up with later. Anybody else wanna be my partner, just speak up," Techno muttered angrily, her frustration evident in her words.

Both Knockout and Barricade appeared pleased with the outcome, with Knockout sporting a more smug expression while Barricade seemed relieved that she had accepted his form of apology. "Normally, bonds happen over time, the more you spend time with a bot. Some even occur due to synchronized feelings. But to speed things along, we can just have what you did with Breakdown – absorb some of our spark energy," Knockout, ever the doctor, explained. He walked forward and placed a hand on the middle of his chassis.

At that moment, the medbay door dramatically swooshed open, revealing Soundwave. He was a mech that Techno could never forget, and it seemed that he hadn't forgotten her either. "Commander Soundwave... I... we were just…" Knockout stammered, taking a step back in apparent apprehension. Breakdown, still holding onto Techno, moved to shield her from Soundwave, who wasn't about to tolerate any resistance. Soundwave deployed his data miners – his tentacles – which swiftly snatched Techno from Breakdown's grasp and brought her up to his face screen. She found herself glaring at her own reflection once more.

In the midst of her frustration and readiness to strike, Soundwave's screen flashed, displaying the 3 symbol – the heart emoticon. Her anger abated for a moment as she stared at the unexpected message. "...Well, that's just great, isn't it? Wonderful. I'm a freak of nature with Decepticons for boyfriends," she grumbled to herself, her frustration evident in her voice.

"Already acknowledging us. Well, don't I feel special," Knockout chuckled, his tone lighthearted. He continued, "Well, Commander Soundwave, would you like to go first?" He grinned and motioned toward an empty medical berth. Soundwave, maintaining his silence, shook his head while displaying a series of cybertronian glyphs on his screen. Knockout hummed in understanding, acknowledging the complexities of the situation. "True, your symbiotes might act out if you don't inform them and suddenly they have a new master connected to them through you. Then, Barricade, you're up."

Barricade stepped forward, his movements cautious. Soundwave gently set Techno down on the enforcer's stomach plating, and Techno let out a sigh of resignation. She was done resisting the inevitable and was ready to get through this ordeal. Knockout approached, his confident demeanor showing as he manipulated Barricade's chassis. The enforcer's chest retracted, revealing the internal workings beneath, and Techno moved forward to join them. She observed the closed spark casing within the enforcer's chest, with the glowing orb contained within its protective enclosure.

As Techno stepped into the space, she reached out and delicately caressed the spark casing, her fingers brushing against the surface. The orb emitted a soft yet commanding hum that resonated in her ears, a sound that seemed to hold a mixture of authority and invitation. Outside, Barricade's reactions were closely observed by Knockout, Breakdown, and Soundwave, watching for any discernible changes in the enforcer's demeanor.

Inside, Barricade experienced a cascade of sensations as Techno's touch connected with his spark casing. He fought to suppress any outward signs of his emotional response, biting down on his glossa to stifle any potential noise. Her touch was gentle, and he could perceive traces of her emotions—exasperation, curiosity, and an underlying affection. The connection threatened to push him into a spiral of desire and the impulse to fully bond with her right then and there. He restrained himself with immense effort, letting only a restrained moan escape him.

For Techno, the sensation was intense but somewhat one-sided. She could sense the energy emanating from the spark casing, though Barricade's emotions were less clear to her. Fleeting feelings of desire and need flickered through her consciousness before dissipating. Realizing that this was enough, she withdrew her touch from Barricade's spark casing, sighing as she exited his chest cavity.

Exiting Barricade's chassis, Techno made her way around to where his face was and reached out to gently touch his cheek. Leaning in, she pressed her lips against his lip plates in a brief, heartfelt kiss. As Knockout efficiently closed Barricade's chest, Barricade himself shakily rose to his feet, causing Techno to sidestep onto the berth to avoid getting accidentally bumped. With determination, Barricade composed himself and stepped aside, making room for Knockout to lie down.

Lying down on the berth, Knockout turned to Techno with a grin that held a mix of smugness and affection. "Tell me, Technoblade, are you the domineering type or the cute and shy type?" he inquired, his tone playful. As Barricade assisted Knockout by undoing the latches on the medic's chassis, Techno's cheeks flushed red at the question. She recognized it as an inquiry about her preferred role, a Dom or a Sub, Dominate or Submissive.

"K'uur," she hissed in Mando'a, her face tense with embarrassment. Knockout looked at her with evident confusion, not understanding the meaning of her response. "Hm, never heard that word before, but judging from the embarrassed little blush you have going on there, you are indeed a Sub and told me to be quiet," he deduced, his playful tone emphasizing her bashfulness.

In the midst of their conversation, Techno took advantage of the open chassis to stand up and approach Knockout's chest. Climbing up his plating with more ease due to Knockout's shorter stature, she ventured into his chest compartment. As she explored, she noticed the vibrant red hue of his spark casing, in stark contrast to the bright blue of Barricade and Breakdown's sparks. Her curiosity prompted her to ask, "Why is it red?"

Knockout, always eager to share knowledge, explained, "Well, I am from Cybertron's sister planet, Velocitron. Aside from frame build, you mostly can't tell who is from which Cybertronian colony planet unless you look at their spark. Breakdown and Barricade are both from Cybertron, hence the blue."

With this newfound understanding, Techno reached out and gently touched the outer casing of Knockout's spark. Unlike Barricade, who had controlled his response, Knockout couldn't contain himself. His entire frame quivered, and he emitted a strangled moan. As Techno continued to stroke the casing, Knockout's moans intensified, revealing the depth of pleasure he was experiencing.

As she continued to stroke the casing, she heard his moan and wondered whether this was causing him pain or pleasure. Her curiosity was met with even stronger reactions from Knockout, his arching body and repeated moans indicating the latter. The pleasure was intoxicating, addictive, and he could hardly control himself.

Finally unable to resist any longer, Knockout opened his casing in a snap, and Techno's hand was inside, her fingers slipping into the glowing red star that was Knockout's spark. The electric sensation overwhelmed her senses.

As her hand made contact with the pulsating energy of Knockout's spark, there was an initial jolt of pain that surged through her. Amidst the chaos, the decepticons were yelling something, but the overwhelming sensation that engulfed her was a unique blend of pleasure and recognition, emanating directly from Knockout. This sensation was familiar, and now she understood it to be a result of their connection.

Inexplicably, she found herself immersed in the multitude of emotions that surged within Knockout, understanding his experiences, his feelings, and his desires. Yet, it wasn't just his emotions she felt. The other bonds she held with her partners came alive within her, like echoes of emotions. Optimus and Cliffjumper's worry resonated with her, and in response, her own body instinctively sent waves of pleasure, a communication that transcended words.

Knockout's spark energy seemed to explore her, caressing her skin and sending sensations throughout her body. It was an intimate connection, one that exposed her in ways she had never imagined. Within this experience, she sensed the reverence and desire from Knockout's spark. His spark recognized her as its mate, a delicate and fragile being that it sought to protect and cherish.

Unburdened by a physical form, their connection transcended boundaries, and she realized that they were no longer separate entities. They were intertwined, sharing emotions, sensations, and a deep understanding that went beyond words or physicality. This connection was intense, overwhelming, profoundly intimate, and entirely accidental.

Amid the swirl of intense sensations and emotions, Techno's perception of time became distorted, and it was difficult to gauge how much time had passed. Eventually, her hand was released from the grasp of Knockout's spark, and she found herself being cradled and lifted by a dark purple figure. The sensations coursing through her body were a mixture of pleasure and intensity, causing her to experience pleasurable spasms that bordered on pain, yet the sensations were so overwhelmingly good.

Within her, the connection with Knockout, Optimus, and Cliffjumper was now a two-way street. Their emotions, their presence, their very essence was woven into her own being. This bond was not just a link; it was a bridge that connected them on a profound level. Techno could feel their emotions as if they were her own, and she realized the depth of their connection was beyond anything she had imagined.

Amidst the whispers of the Decepticons in a language she didn't understand, she turned her gaze to see Knockout, his chest still open and his spark casing exposed, but he lay unconscious on the medical berth. Her attention was then drawn to Soundwave, who held her in his arms, both his physical form and his holoform.

The human holoform was Tall and imposing, he had skin almost as pale as her own, a commanding figure dressed in a military uniform adorned with the decepticon crest. She couldn't see his eyes as he had a visor over them but she could see the slight smirk on his lips as the lower half of his face was exposed.

In an unexpected moment of tenderness, Soundwave leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Techno's cheek, surprising her with his uncharacteristic display of affection given her history of smashing his screen twice. But as she reflected on his earlier interactions during her captivity, she realized that Soundwave held a respect for strength, a trait that might translate into an attraction towards her.

A groan erupted from Knockout, prompting Techno to turn her head in his direction. Curious about the newfound connection she shared with him, she playfully experimented by mentally "poking" at his consciousness. The instant response from the mech resulted in a groan and his awakening. "What hit me?" he muttered, his voice laced with confusion. Techno continued her playful prodding, causing Knockout to react again, this time turning his attention toward her in Soundwave's arms. "Oh... oops," Knockout mumbled, acknowledging the problem he had created.

Breakdown wasted no time in seizing the opportunity to vent his frustrations. He marched over to Knockout and delivered a solid smack to the back of his head, chastising the mech for his lack of restraint. "You have absolutely no restraint do you!" The blue mech yelled getting up in the medic's face. Barricade, not to be outdone, joined in and exchanged some words in a dialect of Cybertronian that left Techno baffled.

Barricade then addressed the urgency of the situation, sharing that Starscream had been incessantly communicating with him for the past twenty minutes "Starscream has been fragging comm'ing me for the passed twenty minutes, saying that the mission time is now since its dark. We need to get Techno out of here and now is the time to do it." Barricade spoke up, turning to Soundwave, seeking confirmation, and the enigmatic commander responded with a nod, both his true form and holoform exuding an aura of authority that sent shivers down Barricade's frame.

About ten minutes later, Techno found herself comfortably nestled within Barricade's altform, a choice made by Soundwave who trusted the enforcer to be less distracted by her presence compared to Knockout. Fatigue settled over Techno like a heavy blanket, a result of the tumultuous events that had unfolded throughout the day. All she yearned for now was the comfort of her own bed, the familiar walls of her house, and the promise of a peaceful sleep. She even had work looming ahead tomorrow, adding to her desire for rest.

"Technoblade, we're approaching the museum," Barricade's holoform informed her, breaking her reverie. She couldn't help but wonder about the peculiar design of these holoforms, each exuding an undeniable air of attractiveness. Barricade's holoform stood tall, its muscular build complemented by tan skin and red eyes. Clad in a police uniform of black with purple accents, the holoform sported yellow rank stripes and bore a police badge featuring the Decepticon insignia and the motto "To Punish and Enslave." Techno learned that Frenzy had playfully applied the phrase as a decal on Barricade's altform, a gesture that the enforcer embraced so much that he had the motto permanently added in the standard police cursive style.

"Knockout only detects Prime and the weapon specialist. He's establishing a comm link for us to listen in," Barricade relayed, activating his radio. After a brief moment of static, Knockout's voice resonated through the speakers.

"Sweet rims… twenty-four gauge, you're real heavy-duty, Prime. But I'm not here for chit-chat," Knockout's voice carried a distinct confidence, and Barricade clarified for Techno, "The comm link only captures Knockout's side of the conversation, not what Prime is saying."

"No, nothing like that. We Decepticons simply… don't want to see Technoblade killed because of Starscream. That, and what kind of Sparkmate would I be if I kept her around dangerous ego maniacs," Knockout's voice held a smug tone, pride and adoration interwoven, prompting Techno to sigh and Barricade to emit a low growl.

Knockout signaled Barricade with his headlights, indicating it was safe to approach. With a reluctant grumble, Barricade maneuvered into the museum's parking lot and positioned himself beside the Decepticon medic. Knockout swung open his door, revealing his holoform. Once again, Techno marveled at the unexpected allure of these mechs in human form.

Knockout's holoform stood tall, taller than her, with a pale complexion and a lean swimmer's build. His red hair was swept back, showcasing wavy locks. Techno immediately noticed his pointed ears, reminiscent of her own, adorned with piercings bearing red jewels, much like hers. He wore a white shirt under a red leather jacket, paired with black pants and red high-top sneakers.

Optimus and Ironhide activated their holoforms as well, their familiar faces bringing a sense of comfort and relief. Techno couldn't help but sigh, feeling a wave of tension she hadn't even realized was building begin to subside.

Barricade courteously opened the door for her, allowing Techno to step out of his altform with ease. Optimus, showing restraint, held back from moving toward her, understanding that the current situation wasn't suitable for such an approach. Nonetheless, Techno's smile conveyed her appreciation, and a playful prod at the bond between her and Optimus elicited a surprised jump from the Prime and a knowing laugh from Knockout, who clearly understood the nature of her action.

Ironhide's southern accent grew more pronounced as he sternly addressed the situation, crackling his knuckles menacingly as he took a step forward."Alrigh' wha did yeh slaggers do teh Techno an Ah expect an answer tehday!" his voice carried a clear undertone of anger. Knockout, always drawn to the spotlight, chuckled as he answered, "Breakdown smuggled her onto the Nemesis in his chassis, but an accidental jolt caused Sweetstuff here to touch his spark casing."

Optimus and Ironhide exchanged a glance before turning their attention to Techno, assessing her for any signs of damage or harm. Knockout, never one to hold back, continued explaining, "She's unharmed, as you can see. However, I thought it unfair for Breakdown to form a bond alone. So, I requested to join, and Barricade here felt an obligated honor to apologize and asked to join as well. Techno agreed, considering it the best course of action. After all, why not have lovers within the Decepticon ranks who can easily aid in her escape?"

Techno's sigh carried a mix of emotions as she concluded, "Soundwave also expressed interest, but he refrained from forming a bond due to concerns that his symbiotes might reject it." Her words evoked a complex blend of emotions through the bond with Optimus, including surprise, awe, joy, and relief. The smile she offered Optimus served as a reassuring gesture, indicating that she was alright despite the unexpected turn of events.

Knockout's voice cut through the conversation once more, shedding light on his own role in the situation. "So, in my haste, I suggested we form a bond, hoping it would develop into a sparkbond over time, without the need for constant interaction. Unfortunately, I underestimated my ability for restraint, and instead of a bond or sparkbond, I ended up accidentally forming a sparkmate bond," the medic admitted with a touch of embarrassment.

Optimus' expression turned serious as he addressed Knockout, his tone carrying a weight of concern. "This is why Technoblade is now able to fully access her bonds. What was once a thin thread has now become thick ropes, thanks to your impulsive actions. Does she fully comprehend the consequences of what you've abruptly brought upon her?"

"I do understand, and... I knew that this would be inevitable," Techno stated, looking up at Optimus with a determined expression. She pushed the symbol of Primus into the bond, communicating her understanding that her bonds would eventually come to her.

"I see... Is there anything we need to discuss now that we are here without hostilities?" Optimus inquired, turning his attention to the two Decepticons before him. Barricade nodded in agreement, "Yes, I suggest that the time spent with Technoblade at her home should be a neutral zone. No fighting and no words of hostility, except for minor insults."

Knockout added his agreement with a nod, "And Technoblade has her own stipulations that she wants to discuss with us. However, she's tired now, and I believe she has work tomorrow. Breakdown will visit her home tomorrow to continue the discussion."

Optimus understood the wisdom in making Techno's home a neutral zone, ensuring her safety and preventing conflicts near the Autobot base. "Before we delve into more topics, I want to be taken home. Both you, Optimus, and you, Ironhide, are taking me home. Forget Prowl's schedule; I'm exhausted," Techno grumbled as she walked past the surprised Autobots and climbed into Optimus' cab. With a smirk, Knockout called out, "Have a pleasant cycle, Sweetstuff. See you soon!" He dismissed his holoform with Barricade following suit before both Cons drove off into the night, leaving only the Autobots in the parking lot.

Optimus sighed and turned to Ironhide, who suddenly burst into laughter. "Only Techno, Only tha lil' Darlin could tame the Cons by accident. She even got tha' fraggin creep Soundwave, wonder wha's next, Megatron, er perhaps Shockwave comin back from the dead teh be with her. The war might as well no' exist anymore" Ironhide chuckled, finding the situation both amusing and astonishing. Optimus couldn't help but find the absurdity of all that Techno had accomplished amusing as well.

"Perhaps, but we should take Techno home now, she has already fallen asleep within my cab and I do not believe sleeping in such a position is going to be healthy." Optimus replied with a smile, walking back to his vehicle form and getting inside. He took a moment to gaze at Techno, who had fallen asleep within his cab, slumbering in an uncomfortable position. Taking a long look at the sleeping form of his sweet bonded slumbered sitting up in her seat he could not see the war lasting much longer anymore.

Optimus couldn't shake the feeling that the war's end was approaching faster than he had anticipated. The tension had eased, and the dynamics were shifting, all thanks to Techno's unexpected role in their lives. With a sense of hope, Optimus believed that the war would soon come to a close, and he welcomed the prospect of a new era for Cybertron and for Earth.

Holy Fucking shit, this took forever and its so freaking long but I love it. Anyone who says otherwise Fuck you and dishonor on your whole family!

Anyway, I don't know if other chapters will be this damn long so don't expect that out of me.