Techno nodded in response, she ran her tongue over her lips, a reflex that made her wince as it stirred the stinging sensation from the cuts left by Megatron's bite on her bottom lip.

Ironhide, relieved that he could offer her some comfort, proceeded to settle in his berth. He activated his human holoform at the desk and then joined Techno in bed, arranging himself so that she could snuggle against him as she had done several times before. Techno moved closer to him, seeking solace in his presence, and buried her face in his chest. She nuzzled close to the gruff weapons specialist, finding a sense of security in his embrace.

Ironhide smiled warmly, turning toward her and enveloping her in his strong arms. While he may not be Optimus, he was just as cuddly as the Autobot leader, and in that moment, he offered Techno the comfort and reassurance she desperately needed.

Note: I'm being meh about this chapter because Its story mixed with filler and all that jazz and stuff.

Welcome to chapter 15 of Anarchy

and so it continues…

Waking up, Techno found herself disoriented, realizing she had fallen asleep without even noticing. She was alone once more, with no sign of any bots around, and the bonds that had connected her to others seemed muted, not tightly closed off but definitely distant. The absence of any clothes or food suggested that nobody had visited while she slept. The eerie silence that enveloped the base hinted that something was amiss, keeping everyone preoccupied.

As she stood up, her bare feet made contact with the cold floor, sending a shiver up her spine. The unwelcome chill didn't deter her from her mission. She jumped off the desk, landing almost silently on the ground, with the only sound being the faint rustling of her long, loose shirt as it billowed in the wake of her descent.

Quickly gathering herself, Techno headed out of the room and sprinted toward the atrium. She arrived just in time to witness Ratchet standing up, his face plates showing a noticeable dent, evidence of having taken a punch from an unknown assailant. Raf, the human member of their team, voiced his concern. "Ratchet, are you okay?" The worry in the boy's voice was palpable.

"I'm fine, but Bumblebee... succumbed to Megatron's control once more. We need to free him from Megatron's influence," Ratchet groaned, stretching his limbs as he spoke. He headed toward the console that controlled the groundbridge, ready to initiate the mission. "It appears he's headed for almost the exact point where the others bridge to. Hurry, we need to go—"

However, Techno emerged from the shadows, her resolve clear. "Not without me. Raf can't protect himself."

Ratchet appeared ready to protest, but Techno walked over to retrieve her sword and gave him a deadpan look, effectively silencing any objections. "Fine," he conceded, holding out a hand for both Raf and Techno. "Let's go," she urged, prompting Ratchet to lift both humans onto his shoulder so he could operate the switch more conveniently.

The groundbridge whirled to life, and Ratchet wasted no time, moving swiftly and almost sprinting through it. Techno couldn't deny her discomfort with groundbridges; the swirling colors and the uneasy sensation they brought always unnerved her. However, the instant teleportation made it bearable. What she hadn't anticipated, though, was their arrival point: The Nemesis.

They materialized aboard the Decepticon warship, greeted by the sight of dozens of downed drones strewn throughout the hallways. Raf appeared to ask a question, but Techno couldn't be bothered to make out the words or hear Ratchet's response as they hurried towards the scene of carnage. She scanned the area, searching for any familiar faces among the fallen or deceased mechs, but it seemed that all the casualties were drones. The others were likely engaged in the battle outside, leaving the ship relatively undefended.

As they rounded a corner, they entered a room that was eerily familiar to Techno. It was the same medical lab she had previously warped into, and there, in the center, lay Megatron's motionless body. The only sign of life was the rhythmic movement of his 'breathing,' a mechanism that, in reality, wasn't necessary for Cybertronians but served to accelerate their healing.

Ratchet wasted no time. He placed both Techno and Raf on the floor before charging forward. This sudden movement startled Raf, causing him to nearly have a heart attack and shout at Ratchet not to harm Bumblebee.

Following Ratchet's lead, Techno sprinted ahead, her footsteps producing barely audible taps on the metal floor. Ratchet shouted back to Raf, his voice filled with urgency, "That's not Bumblebee!" It was clear that Megatron was utilizing Bumblebee's body as a vessel, and attempting to resurrect his own body.

The possessed Bumblebee, under Megatron's control, displayed remarkable agility, successfully evading several of Ratchet's attacks. In a single powerful punch, he sent the medic hurtling into the wall, leaving Ratchet momentarily incapacitated. What Megatron failed to notice, however, was Techno's presence until she threw her blade hurtling it toward him at high speed, forcing him to react swiftly to avoid it. His instincts and combat prowess allowed him to dodge the deadly projectile, buying enough time for Ratchet to take action.

Techno could clearly see that Bumblebee was putting up a valiant fight, but Megatron's sheer willpower, extensive experience, and intense emotions gave him the upper hand. Additionally, she noticed the Dark Energon that Megatron held, its pulsations radiating malevolence. It felt as though Unicron himself were present, but there was a sinister and corrupted quality to this Dark Energon, unlike the Unicron she had encountered. While the main Deity had an aura of darkness, it wasn't inherently evil. However, the Dark Energon oozed an unmistakable malevolence.

This situation was the very reason she found herself in this world. Something had gone awry with this fragment of Unicron, and the main Deity could no longer maintain control over it in this universe.

As Ratchet managed to yank a life support wire away from Megatron's prone body, he was struck by a powerful punch that sent him tumbling away. Raf, on the other hand, was doing his best to coax Bumblebee's consciousness to the surface, yelling words of family and connection. However, Techno's mind was racing at a frantic pace, and in her perception, time seemed to slow to a crawl.

In that crucial moment, Techno couldn't hold back any longer. She shouted, "Megatron, stop!" The unexpected plea caused him to pause and look back at her, his crimson optics locking onto her presence. Then, with a pulse the dark energon flashed, and he pivoted and forcefully plunged the tainted Dark Energon shard directly into his own chestplates.

The effect was immediate. Megatron's optics snapped open, initially glowing red, but then they flickered and settled into a dark burgundy hue with a subtle purple tint before finally returning to their usual red. Techno instinctively backed away, her hand reaching behind her to retrieve her sword, only she had thrown it earlier no what she pulled from behind her was unexpected—a large cybertronian battleaxe. She didn't have time to question this new weapon as Megatron stood, his footsteps resonating heavily and causing the ground to shake.

With authority in his voice, he proclaimed, "Decepticons...Your rightful lord and master has returned," his words as deep and raspy as his holoform's. The situation had taken an unexpected turn, and Techno could only watch as the consequences of her intervention unfolded before her.

The door hissed open, revealing a group of Decepticon drones, along with Blackout, Barricade, and the two small mechs, Frenzy and Rumble, who were Soundwave's symbiotes, if her memory served her correctly. Techno couldn't help but grin, and she swiftly spun her battleaxe into a defensive position. However, her attention was soon drawn to Megatron, who knelt before her with an outstretched hand, offering a sincere proposition.

"My Spark, join me. Yield to me, be my queen," he implored, his voice filled with earnestness as he extended his hand toward her.

Techno sensed the sincerity in his words, but she also sensed something lurking beneath the surface, something waiting for her to take that hand before it struck. With a scoff, she replied firmly, "I yield to no one, you damn tyrant! I yield to no man, I yield to no government, I yield to no authority! Ĭ̵̬̰̈ ̷͉͖̅Ȳ̷͉̪͂̈I̷̓̿̑ͅE̶͗͜L̶̞̘̗͉̏̈́̑͘Ḑ̸͉͇̊̈ ̸̗͍̪̅̎̊Ṯ̷̾͠O̸̧̫͉̔ ̶̼̆̇̓̾Ö̶̪͉́N̷̈̔̓̐͜Ĺ̴͚͠Y̷͇̘̟̣̋̈́͒ ̶̧̦͈̞́A̶̙͊͊̚Ǹ̷͎̲̝͖̕À̶̗̥͎͇Ṛ̷̻̈́͗͜Ċ̷͔́͘H̵̯͔̘̆̏̏͛Ỷ̸͕̂́͜!̴̝͓̍" She yelled fiercely and swung her battleaxe at Megatron's outstretched hand, forcing him to retract it quickly, avoiding the impending strike.

There was a subtle but undeniable shift in her voice, a darkness creeping in, a commanding presence that made her words resonate with an eerie authority. As her speech reached its climax, her voice transformed, becoming otherworldly, almost demonic. The power emanating from her voice was palpable, and it sent shivers down the spines of many Decepticons, causing some to instinctively back away, including Barricade, who visibly flinched.

Megatron, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by this transformation. His optics briefly took on a burgundy hue as he commented, "You... act so much like Him, it's unsettling." He let out a sigh, and his optics returned to their usual red color. With a command that brooked no argument, he ordered, "Finish these pests! Capture Technoblade alive! I have my own extermination to perform."

Without further hesitation, Megatron turned and walked out of the room, his heavy footfalls echoing through the ship as he departed, leaving behind a room filled with Decepticons who now had to face the formidable force that was Technoblade.

With a dark and confident grin, Techno assumed her battle stance, fully aware of the juxtaposition between her seemingly disheveled appearance – loose curls, oversized shirt, shorts, and bare feet – and the aura of terror she was emanating. Her appearance may have been unassuming, but it was clear that she was a formidable force.

Gripping the long pole connected to her battleaxe, she began to swing it effortlessly, the heavy weapon spinning in her hand as if it were weightless, creating a gust of wind that tousled her hair. Her eyes remained locked on the Decepticons before her, scanning their every move.

In a swift and calculated motion, Techno reacted as the drone transformed its arm into a blaster. Her battleaxe ceased its spinning with uncanny precision, and in an instant, the lethal weapon found its mark, impaling the drone's helm with devastating accuracy.

As the axe left her grasp, a palpable connection formed, a tangible thread that bound her to the weapon. With a quick and decisive pull of that metaphysical thread, the axe dislodged itself from the sparking circuits and splattered energon, returning to her hand.

A triumphant laugh escaped her lips as she twirled the weapon, causing it to emit an eerie green glow. The battleaxe reshaped itself into a fearsome scythe in her grip. Grinning wickedly, she halted her spinning display, now wielding the menacing scythe, and challenged, "W̶͈̎h̴͙̹͠ö̸̖́͌͂̋͘ ̴̣̩̰͇̿i̴̝̹̞͓̖͂͛̂̽ș̶̹̝̊̋̀ ̵͉̬͆ņ̸͂̽́͋͘e̴͙̻̹͊̄̇̏x̴̯͕̲͗̓̌̚͝t̸̺͇̮̓̈.̶̟̦̻͈̜̂̔̆̄.̷͖̹͓̜̾̿̽.̷̦̆̔̔"

Techno's laughter echoed through the corridor as a few terrified drones made a hasty retreat. Her voice held that haunting, inhuman reverb, a sound that bore an eerie familiarity, though she couldn't be bothered to recall its source.

Blackout, however, was less amused. He growled menacingly and swiftly armed himself with the deadly blades that constituted his rotor blades, making it clear that they were formidable weapons. He taunted her with a sinister promise, "You should've stayed put when we had you the first time, Femme. Now your punishment is going to be even more severe." He was poised to charge forward when Bumblebee unexpectedly fired a blast directly at his face.

Ratchet reacted swiftly, scooping up both Raf and Techno before bolting away from the escalating confrontation. Caught off guard, Techno yelped, her concentration shattered, and the scythe she wielded disintegrated into green sparkles. Her lifelong sword, a part of her identity, was inadvertently left behind, buried in the console of the medical machinery when she attempted to strike the possessed Bee.

Ratchet sprinted through the labyrinthine corridors of the Nemesis, his grip firm on both Techno and Raf, with Bumblebee in close pursuit. Occasionally, Bee would fire a blast, taking down any drones in their path. Suddenly, a pair of powerful servos emerged from the shadows, seizing both Bee and Ratchet and pulling them into a dimly lit room.

Inside, Breakdown stood, his massive frame silhouetted against the faint light. He hushed both Bee and Ratchet as the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder outside the door. When the coast was finally clear, the large blue mech turned his attention to Techno, offering her a friendly smile.

"Techno, it's nice to see you again," Breakdown greeted her warmly. He then turned to the medic and the scout and instructed them, "Medic, Scout, head out of this door to the left and down the corridor. You should find a way out." With a nod, Breakdown left the room, leaving Techno, Ratchet, and Raf to continue their escape.

As Ratchet, Bumblebee, and Techno made their way down the hallway towards the exit Breakdown had mentioned, they encountered an unexpected sight. There, in front of them, was Skywarp, a dark purple seeker, broken and bleeding. He was in a pitiable state, sobbing and pleading not to hurt him any further. His optics widened in fear when he saw the approaching figures, not realizing they were not the cause of his wounds he flinched and attempted to scoot away in a feeble attempt to escape further harm.

Techno, torn between her compassion and the urgency of the situation, couldn't leave Skywarp in his pitiful state. She sighed and spoke gently, "Skywarp, Megatron isn't here... I'm here. Remember me, Technoblade?" Her words were meant to provide reassurance to the frightened seeker. Skywarp, with one damaged optic leaking energon and the other shedding clear tears, looked up at them, his initial confusion giving way to a renewed bout of sobbing and pleas. "Tech... no... blade? Technoblade! Please, please spare me!" he begged.

Realizing the need to press on, Techno took charge, her tone firm as she addressed Ratchet, "Ratchet, we don't have time for this. Bee, grab him and drag him along. He is not staying here!" With that directive, Bumblebee swiftly took hold of the injured seeker, and the group made a hasty exit, Techno being worried about Skywarp but the crying hurt seeker didn't seem that much of a threat right now.

As they managed to escape the confines of the Decepticon warship, finding themselves amidst a frozen landscape with towering ice walls, Skywarp, still overwhelmed by emotion, was gently placed in the snow by Bumblebee under Ratchet's orders. The seeker continued to sob, his cries echoing in the icy surroundings. Techno observed his distress, uncertain whether his tears were due to physical pain or sheer fear.

Taking action, Techno leaped off Ratchet's shoulder and landed on a part of Skywarp's leg that appeared uninjured. Her sudden movement startled the medic, but he didn't voice his concerns. Skywarp, however, reacted unexpectedly. As her feet touched his leg, he froze, his trembling hand attempting to wipe away some of his tears. He was about to touch his damaged optic when Ratchet intervened, cautioning him, "Do not rub that optic; it's shattered. You'll end up with lens shards in your servo." Ratchet's stern words carried a note of concern as he examined the wounded seeker.

Techno continued to pat the leg she was standing on, offering a comforting presence to the injured and frightened Skywarp. She softly inquired, "Skywarp, right?" The seeker, still trembling, managed a nod in response. Her smile was reassuring as she spoke again, "I'm not going to hurt you. It seems you're already hurt." Her observation prompted a flinch from Skywarp.

Curiosity and concern filled Techno's voice as she pressed further, "Who hurt you, Skywarp? You appeared to be a…loyal Decepticon. Why would anyone hurt you?" Her questions made him avert his gaze, unable or unwilling to answer. Just then, a loud explosion on the Nemesis drew their attention. Black smoke billowed into the sky, and an ominous jet flew overhead.

At the sight of the jet, Skywarp whimpered, his body tensing as if he wanted to shrink away. He uttered a name that sent a chill through the air, "Starscream..."

Ratchet paused his examination of Skywarp and looked at the injured seeker in disbelief. "Starscream did this? Isn't he part of your trine, along with Thundercracker? Trines are known to not even dare think of harming one of their own. How can Starscream hurt his trine?" The medic's astonishment was palpable, and he struggled to comprehend the situation.

Techno, equally perplexed, sought clarification. "Trine... like a trio?" she asked, her brows furrowing as she glanced between Skywarp and Ratchet, awaiting an explanation. Skywarp mumbled something almost incoherent, then turned to Ratchet, who let out a sigh and began to elucidate the concept.

"Seekers form bonds as either a Duo, a Trine, or a Quartet," Ratchet explained. "It's akin to being adopted into a family. Sometimes these bonds are formed with siblings, sometimes with friends, and occasionally even with strangers. Skywarp and Thundercracker are siblings, while Starscream is related to them but not a sibling."

Techno nodded, trying to grasp the situation. "Starscream... broke this bond?" she inquired, seeking further clarification. However, Skywarp shook his head in response. "It's... a bond that needs to be renewed... but we haven't flown together in... a while," the seeker mumbled softly, his optics fixed on Techno. There was an air of curiosity about him, as he had been fascinated by her ever since her arrival on the Nemesis.

While Thundercracker might not openly admit it, he too found himself intrigued by Techno, particularly her unique coloration and her warp ability. For Skywarp, her capability to warp had piqued his interest, and he was keen on getting to know her better if she had ever returned to the nemesis.

"We need to move and head back... Skywarp... I don't believe you are capable of flight, especially since the Nemesis is now flying away. We can leave you here... but the other Decepticons might not come back or find you—" Ratchet began, but Skywarp lashed out, grabbing Techno and pulling her close to his chest. "NO! I won't go back!" the seeker screeched. Techno coughed to get his attention, making him look down.

"Ratchet is offering you asylum, Skywarp..." she clarified, not looking at all rattled by the seeker's scared response. Skywarp seemed torn, fear and desperation warring within him. The notion of sanctuary tugged at his survival instincts, but the fear of facing the consequences from his comrades gnawed at him equally.

"I... I want asylum for TC too... if he wants it," Skywarp blurted out, only to get very quiet at the end and set Techno back down on his leg, mumbling an apology. Techno nodded understandingly, then turned her attention to the situation at hand.

"It's fine... but we need to get going... think you'll be okay with Bee carrying you?" Techno asked Skywarp, indicating Bumblebee, who seemed willing to help. Skywarp hesitated, his optics filled with worry, and then he looked back at Techno.

"C-can I carry Technoblade... so I can have some... insurance on my safety?" Skywarp asked hesitantly, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and hope. Ratchet looked at Techno questioningly, and she just gave him a shrug before walking up the seeker's leg and into the uninjured hand, sitting in his palm. Skywarp didn't know how to respond to the feeling of her soft, warm skin on his metallic palm, so he remained silent.

Bumblebee helped the seeker to his feet, although one of his legs hung limply and dragged in the snow. Slowly, they made their way toward a clearing where the other Autobots were standing. Ratchet received a call on his comm link, and Techno heard Optimus speaking from the clearing, "Ratchet, we need a bridge." This made Techno giggle softly, and Skywarp managed a small smile at the sound, though he froze at the implications of hearing Optimus so close.

Ratchet huffed, "You are not the only ones, Optimus," he said as they all turned the corner of the ice cliffs, coming into view of the others. Techno noticed almost everyone was there, and they once again tensed at seeing her in the hands of a Decepticon, but they were getting somewhat used to the unpredictable situations she managed to get into on an almost daily basis. Arcee bounded over, smirking, making Skywarp flinch at the approaching femme. However, when Arcee gave Techno a reassuring look, he seemed to realize that she wasn't there for him but for Techno.

"Sooo, should I ask Ratchet to change me into a mech to see what I am missing out on, or should I do it later? Or will you tell me the secret behind getting an army of mechs at my beck and call?" Arcee joked, looking at the injured seeker with a teasingly suspicious gaze.

Skywarp sputtered and looked down at Techno, then at Arcee, then around at the rest of the Autobots before there was a sparking burst of static, and he fainted, dropping Techno. Arcee quickly reached out and caught her. "Oops," the femme muttered, making Techno huff slightly, irritated that Arcee even insinuated that she was doing this on purpose. Her unintentional harem situation wasn't her choice, and she didn't even know what she was doing to attract them in the first place.

"Someone just call Skyquake and get him to open the bridge," Techno grumbled, giving Arcee a glare that said 'this is your fault.' Then, she looked over to where Optimus was standing with the others. Faced with the choice of being carried by Arcee or by someone else who wouldn't tease her relentlessly, she opened her mouth. "Prowl!" She called out, getting the second-in-command's attention. In that moment, she took a single step forward, and the feeling of weightlessness enveloped her as she warped in a burst of purple particles and an odd static sound.

Next, she found herself standing on Prowl's shoulder, wearing a triumphant grin. Skywarp, who had just woken up, watched in amazement as Techno vanished from Arcee's grip and reappeared on Prowl's shoulder in a burst of purple particles, accompanied by a strange static sound. Before he knew what he was doing, he blurted out, "How did you do that?" Embarrassed by his own question, he quickly shut his mouth and looked down.

Techno glanced over to the curious seeker and smiled. "I don't exactly know, but I did manage to scare Thundercracker with it," she joked, eliciting a faint smile from the nervous Skywarp.

Suddenly, a swirling vortex opened nearby, startling Skywarp and everyone else with its sudden appearance. The Autobots breathed a collective sigh of relief as the groundbridge materialized, but Skywarp remained apprehensive about going through the vortex. That is until Skyquake emerged from the bridge, his gun already spinning and ready to fire.

"Skyquake?" Skywarp mumbled in disbelief, his mouth agape. Skyquake turned his attention to the smaller seeker. "What the frag are you doing here Youngling?" the larger mech questioned with a raised optic brow.

Techno blinked, intrigued by the concept. "Youngling? What's that?" she muttered to herself, but Prowl had heard her since she was still perched on his shoulder. He leaned closer to her and explained, "Youngling is just as it sounds. Skywarp is much younger than Skyquake. In fact, the young seeker is younger than all of us, except for Bumblebee. They are very close in age, perhaps only a hundred or two hundred years apart."

Techno absorbed this information, her curiosity piqued. "How old are you, Prowl?" she asked, settling into a seated position on his shoulder. She noticed that the other Autobots were eavesdropping, eager to see how she would react to the vast differences in aging between Cybertronians and humans.

Prowl considered her question for a moment before responding, "If I were to convert my age to Earth years, I would be twenty thousand seven hundred and forty." Techno couldn't help but chuckle at Prowl's answer, finding it amusing. "Prowl, if we convert your Cybertronian age to a human age, you would be twenty-seven," she said with a playful grin, leaning against his cheek as the group walked into the groundbridge. Prowl mumbled, thinking a little too hard about ages, "Oh, that makes sense. You might actually be around Ratchet's age if we converted your age into Cybertronian ages," which only made her snort in response.

"I stopped aging at twenty-five. Physically, I'll stay that age... hmm, I don't remember when the last time I actually counted my age or celebrated a birthday was. I stopped counting after..." Techno paused, lost in thought. She had stopped celebrating her birthday after her parents passed away, but she had tried to keep up with her age until it got to the point where her age really didn't matter anymore. She stopped counting at eighty, and the only reason she really knew that she was over two hundred was that every once in a while someone would bring up the year.

Prowl walked through the groundbridge as Techno continued to mentally calculate her age. She was absorbed in the mental math, trying to determine her age, and winced when the swirl of colors washed over her. "Huh… I'm about Two hundred and sixty-eight, give or take," she muttered, finally coming to an approximation.

Prowl couldn't help but ponder how humans didn't age like Cybertronians. He understood that Technoblade wasn't an average human, but her longevity was still remarkable. He was about to ask when Cliffjumper blurted out the question for him. "How the heck did you manage to hide for so long, Sweetspark?" His question garnered the attention of the others as well.

Ratchet, who had set up Skywarp in the medical triage in the atrium, turned and spoke with a sigh, "She obviously had help from her god. One cannot just hide on Earth without help." He continued to work, setting up the young seeker with several medical machines.

Techno chuckled softly and then voiced her concern, "I'm not sure, but that sounds like something he would do. Speaking of hiding, how are we going to handle Skywarp?" She gave the dark purple seeker a thorough look. He was severely injured, his leg didn't appear to be functioning, his optic was shattered and slowly leaking energon, and his chassis bore claw marks and dents. It was evident that he wanted sanctuary and didn't wish to return to the Decepticons.

"Please don't send me back! I'll do anything, just... sanctuary," Skywarp practically begged, tugging at the Autobots' sympathies. The others looked at him with sadness, understanding the torment he had endured at the hands of his trine-mate.

"Skywarp, does Starscream do this to Thundercracker too?" Prowl inquired, stepping forward. Techno noticed a change in Prowl's demeanor, a shift towards a more investigative and authoritative stance. It's when she remembered he was an Enforcer or rather a police officer before the war broke out on cybertron.

"He doesn't… at least I don't think so," Skywarp mumbled, his voice laden with uncertainty, as Ratchet began working on his injured leg.

"Youngling, take the sanctuary, but you don't need to join the Autobot ranks. This is what Skyquake has asked for... only with the assurance that he could spend time with Technoblade," Ratchet explained, indicating the older seeker who was engaged in conversation with Blaster in the corner.

Skywarp, feeling perplexed by the situation, asked, "What is everyone's obsession with the femme?" This question made some of the Autobots glance at Techno, who, equally puzzled, shrugged. "I don't know, I don't even do anything that attracts you mechs to me on purpose. I find you lot handsome, sure, but I don't see what my appearance makes you guys love me the way you do," she confessed with genuine confusion.

"It's not yer appearance Sweetspark, there's jus' somethin' about ya that draws us to you. Yer kind, gentle, sweet an' everythin' in between." Ironhide spoke up from his corner near the twins, who were nodding along. Sideswipe chimed in right after the weapons specialist. "Techno doesn't judge us; she tries to respect our space and selves... that and she makes the cutest noises when I—" Sunstreaker quickly silenced his twin by smashing his fist on the back of Sideswipe's head. "Shut up!" the yellow twin yelled before dragging his twin away.

Techno had been about halfway to summoning another battleaxe from behind her back, but Sunstreaker's swift action beat her to it, dispersing the green particles forming her weapon. "Truth be told, Skywarp, Technoblade has an inviting aura. Her EM field is calm, and she is very open to Cybertronian culture and traditions," Skyquake explained, stepping forward and extending a hand in a gesture. Techno, seizing the opportunity, warped to stand on his hand.

"And she does things that... are rather endearing," Skyquake chuckled, looking down at her. Techno tilted her head in curiosity, wondering what exactly she did to earn the label of being seemed to giggle softly, but he stopped abruptly when Techno directed a questioning look at him. "What the heck am I even doing that makes me endearing, cute, and all the things you mechs call me?" Techno groaned in frustration, genuinely wanting to understand why they saw her in this light.

"You act a lot like a Cybertronian," Skywarp mumbled, his voice loud enough for Techno to hear. This made her raise an eyebrow and glance around at all the nodding helms. "How so?" Techno inquired, crossing her arms. "Um… not to insult you, but femmes are on the smaller side and are usually brightly colored, unless a war builds like Arcee. Your colorations are bright and inviting. Humans really just look like tiny Cybertronians, being bipedal, making technology, governments, and all the society stuff," Skywarp explained slowly, growing more confident in his words as he continued. All the while, his attention was divided between speaking to Techno and watching Ratchet work on his injuries.

Techno huffed, not particularly surprised by the comparison, given that in this world, humans were essentially the offspring of Unicron, created from the cosmic radiation and dust that had flaked off the metal titan's armor and spark. This process had led to the development of all life on Earth. "Guess humans and Cybertronians are not too different in appearance, aside from our... less armored bodies," she sighed and settled down in Skyquake's palm. The older seeker smiled and began gently rubbing her back with his thumb, offering her comfort.

Suddenly, Skywarp yelped, turning to Ratchet and hissing something in that strange, fluid Cybertronian language that Techno had heard before from Skyquake. In response, Ratchet growled back in the standard Cybertronian language she had heard previously, but the medic's words were clearly filled with expletives directed at the younger seeker, causing Skywarp to shrink back. Techno burst into laughter at their exchange, even though she didn't understand half of what was being said.

"Stop laughing, femme! You'd be yelling at the medic too if he had pulled on something that hurt!" Skywarp whined, prompting Techno to try and cover her mouth, but she couldn't stifle her amusement. She knew that Ratchet wasn't particularly gentle with anyone, aside from herself, and the medic was still adjusting to the fact that she was more solid than the average human.

"Stop being a Sparkling, you are supposed to be a warrior, used to pain, and yet being fixed up by a medic causes you to whine," Ratchet grumbled, waving a wrench in the seeker's face, which made the young mech flinch. Skyquake just chuckled at the sight of the young mech on the medical berth.

"Technoblade," Skyquake began, looking down at her as she ran a hand through her hair, humming as she looked up. "I would like to… as you humans say… take you out for a date tomorrow… perhaps a smooth flight this time," he smiled, his amusement evident as he recalled their first encounter when he had taken her away from battle and spun around, making her feel sick.

"Sure, I was actually going to ask if I could at least have… a full day with each of you mechs… I don't really want to lose any of you, and with Megatron back, that is a huge possibility. So… dates," Techno nervously said, fiddling with her hair gently. Optimus smiled, thinking it would be a good opportunity for bonds to strengthen and sparkbonds and sparkmating to happen.

Ratchet huffed, wiping some energon off of his servo. "A good idea, the only problem being the Decepticons that are part of this. How are they meant to get away from Megatron without the tyrant noticing their absence?"

Techno hummed, considering the challenge. "Good point… but I have to figure out if… Soundwave is still wanting to, you know, bond with me."

Skywarp, having heard that some of his comrades were part of this group, now understood how infatuated some mechs were with the human femme. To hear that the Third in command, Soundwave, was entertaining the possibility of bonding with the one called Technoblade was too much, and the seeker glitched out again, luckily already on a medical berth.

Skyquake snorted at the sight of the young seeker fainting in such a way before turning his gaze to the Autobot leader. "Prime, if at all possible later, I would like to discuss something with you, but for now, Techno needs actual clothing. She was out in the cold with little to nothing covering her, and I can feel her temperature, and it is lower than it should be."

Cliffjumper, who had been watching, sneaked up to the seeker as quietly as he could before lunging and snatching Techno right out of Skyquake's hand. He bolted away laughing triumphantly. "Techno and I are going to be in my room!" he called out to the mechs behind him. Outrageous cries rang out, and even the sound of footfalls could be heard as others chased after the speedy red mech.

Techno was jarred by the sudden interaction, but the game of chase was starting to be funny, until she saw a shadow above her on the support beams, moving. She couldn't make out what that shadow was, but it was moving and following along with Cliff as he ran.

Then, in a flash of gold, Techno found her shirt in the jaws of a metallic lion, and she was being pulled out of Cliffjumper's hands. Before she could even comprehend what was going on, she was on the back of said robotic lion, racing through the Autobot base. Techno didn't know what was going on anymore, but this was something out of a crazy Saturday morning cartoon. She started laughing, holding onto the lion as it ran away from Cliffjumper, who yelled expletives and curses in Cybertronian.

"Hiya, I don't think I've met you before. I'm Technoblade," Techno leaned over, smiling. The lion ignored her and kept running, making her wonder if the big cat could even talk. The cat ran straight to a room she recognized as Blaster's, and she was soon tackled by two smaller Cybertronian mechs, symbiotes she guessed, but they wore the Autobot insignia. "This her? Is this her?" one kept asking while touching everything his hands could get a hold of, pulling her shirt, picking up strands of her hair, and examining her wrist.

The black and white symbiote, Eject, huffed and yelled at the annoying blue symbiote, Rewind, "Eject, stop it! Humans are fragile! And yes, this is Technoblade." This caused the blue mech to get off of her and start a fist fight with the black and white mech, making Techno extremely confused until Blaster entered the room and picked up both mechs by the back of their armor.

"Enough! I won't have my cassettes fighting like this. I'm sorry, Techno. They wanted to meet you on the first day, but I knew they would overwhelm you. And then you met Frenzy and Rumble, and it just seemed like a bad idea to introduce you after that," Blaster explained, his voice tinged with exasperation.

Techno didn't really know what to say, but the Lion symbiote, who seemed much more composed, just walked up to her and began sniffing her before plopping his big self into her lap and acting like a common house cat.

Petting the cybertronian lion was odd but soothing. Techno smiled and looked up. "That… is Steeljaw, and these two are Eject and Rewind." Blaster laughed, holding up the two mechs by the back of their armor. "Ramhorn is somewhere in the base; he's a little on the shy side with a case of bad temper, so he will find you when he's ready."

Still petting the giant house cat, Techno smiled at the lion symbiote. "Nice to meet you, Steeljaw... you both as well, Rewind, Eject." The two embarrassed mechs just waved while blushing at being handled like children by Blaster.

"Optimus wanted to see if you were comfortable with moving permanently onto the base... though he does get that this will be a gradual thing and not something that will happen overnight. So no rush, no one is making you, and it's your choice," Blaster explained, taking his symbiotes over to his monitor station and setting them down.

"I'll think about it, but for now, I would like to see about spending time with Skyquake... and seeing about spending time with Breakdown sometime tomorrow and the next day... I feel like I need to make a schedule," she laughed, thinking about how to go about setting up dates. Blaster hummed before responding, "I say you should do a swap thing. Skyquake is a con, so the next date should be a bot, then switch so it's Con, Bot, Con, Bot."

"Huh... If I am expected to bond with everybot shouldn't it be Con, Con, Bot, Bot? You know, to make things a little more simple?" She offered with a wave of her hand. "Skyquake first?" Blaster asked, only to receive a nod in return.

Techno delved into deep thought, her mind churning with questions and fragments of memory as Blaster worked at his computer.

Something about the tainted dark energon bugged her. It felt familiar, yet she couldn't recognize it. The voice that came from Megatron was both familiar and not. It was beginning to bother her. Where had she heard that odd voice? Where did she remember it from? Closing her eyes, she tried her best to remember where the voice came from.

The voice he spoke with was dark, but it didn't sound like Denis, and it really didn't sound like Primus, Unicron, or Technoblade. So why was it familiar? The deep Brooklyn accent as he spoke to her made her angry. The way he spoke filled her with rage, and it confused her even now as she remembered it.

There was a wet splat in front of her that broke her attention, and she looked around only to see a blue handprint on Steeljaw that began streaking down the side of the symbiote, as if something was petting the Cybertronian animal. Just as she thought that, a figure was slowly fading into view.

"Hello again, friend," Ghostbur smiled, holding out his hand that was covered in wet blue dye.

"Hello, Ghostbur," Techno smiled in return, making Blaster and the others turn in time to see a translucent floating boy in a yellow sweater holding out his hand for Techno.

"Heya Techno, who's ya friend" Blaster couldn't help but flinch at the happy squeal that came from the ghost in response to being called a friend. "Blaster this…is Ghostbur…he is connected to the Anarchy god, I don't really know how though" She confessed rubbing the back of her head.

Ghostbur was just happily petting Steeljaw while responding "Well, when I was alive and whole I was best friends with Technoblade, He was my brother in all but blood, we shared the same adoptive father figure and our other brother Tommy but that's not why I am here" the friendly ghost boy stood getting a serious look on his face.

"Technoblade, the anarchy god that is…has found out…that all his enemies have somehow escaped their afterlife, their hell, or their reborn life…"

Next chapter I'll probably have the date with Skyquake go weird and turn out similarly like the shadow zone episode just shorter.