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…"
Note: Shadowzone(kinda) and Operation Breakdown!
Welcome to chapter 16 of Anarchy
and so it continues…
After Ghostbur's warning, Techno had grabbed the ghost by the wrist and dragged him back to the atrium, with Blaster following behind, now looking like he had seen better days.
As soon as Techno trudged into the atrium with the transparent boy floating after her, all commotion came to a stop, and all optics were focused on the floating boy.
Optimus stepped forward and wore a stern expression before speaking, "Technoblade, who is—"
Techno held up a hand, cutting him off, before pushing Ghostbur forward. "Ghostbur, this is one of my mech partners, Optimus Prime. Optimus, this is Ghostbur, or Wilbur. He happens to be connected to my patron and is technically dead. Ghostbur, please tell Optimus exactly what my patron wanted you to warn me about."
The ghost boy looked between Techno and Optimus repeatedly before smiling and floating up, speaking in a childlike manner, "Hello new friend!" His voice echoed ethereally, making some mechs shiver at the sound.
Optimus greeted him with a gentle smile, "Hello... young Wilbur?" He then gave Techno a questioning look, and she shrugged in response, not fully understanding Ghostbur's behavior herself.
"Hmm, Techno's god, patron, sent me with a warning," Ghostbur explained, causing the Autobots to tense up. Techno used their bond to quickly inform Knockout about the situation.
Ghostbur nervously shuffled his feet and blushed shyly as all eyes were on him. Under the intense gazes, he began to stutter not even getting a full word out before, "For fucks sake!" Another, more assertive voice cut through the tension, and another transparent boy appeared, dressed in a brown trenchcoat and beanie, with a bit more color to him.
The new boy grabbed Ghostbur by the back of his sweater and began shaking him. "I told you to wait for me, Ghostbur!" he yelled at the younger ghost before turning to Optimus, seemingly unfazed by the situation. "Sup, I'm Wilbur, and before you ask, Ghostbur and I are technically the same person. No, this is not a joke, and no, this is an eternal punishment for something we, or rather, I did. Moving on!" Wilbur dropped Ghostbur and turned to face the Autobot leader.
Wilbur continued, "The Anarchy god had many enemies while he was alive and human. After...everyone had died, some remained spirits, some became gods, some like myself were punished with eternal limbo, some were thrown into their own well-crafted hells, some turned into transcendent spirit demon demi-god things, and others were put back into the cycle of life through reincarnation. Well... some went missing, some escaped their punishment, and some just vanished out of existence, meaning they fled into the living world. Blade! Have you come across anyone that felt familiar yet a complete stranger?" Wilbur ranted on without pausing for questions, addressing Techno directly.
"I have," she answered rather honestly, remembering that Megatron's voice changed for a single sentence, comparing her to someone he used to know. "The voice was distinctly Brooklyn, it…made me angry just hearing the voice, and he compared me to someone else?" she continued, making Wilbur freeze.
"Brooklyn…that has to be Schlatt. No wonder you got angry. That fucking tyrant was one of Techno's worst enemies. Your patron went and leveled an entire city because of how horrible that asshole was. Anarchy at its finest," Wilbur chuckled like he was remembering something before a dark grin stretched across his face.
Techno knew what Wilbur was referring to; she had seen many things in her dreams, relieved some of the more peaceful memories of her god, but recently she was reliving a lot of his irrational moments and battles. "...You want to be a hero…then die like one," she mumbled softly, making Wilbur break out in hysterical laughter.
"Of course you would have some of his memories, Technoblade, you truly are the incarnation of my dear brother. If only he had not become a god then you might have actually been his reincarnation but no…you embody his power, his belief, but not his personality or quirks, I'm very surprised you didn't end up with the Voices in your head like him" Wilbur laughed pointing his fingers like a gun before pointing them at his head.
"Enough, Wilbur," Ghostbur interjected, his voice firm. "Techno doesn't need to know any of that. She just needs to know that there is danger coming—not enough to spark a global war, but enough that lives are in danger, including hers and many others'. The gods have a message: 'Keep to the task, the year mark is not all as it seems.' Oh, and Dream just wants you to figure out how to use the XP mask."
Ghostbur wore a thoughtful expression, smiling before he grabbed Wilbur by the wrist. "Schlatt is dangerous, Blade—probably more dangerous than most people will ever realize," Wilbur muttered before pulling his wrist out of the grip of the younger version of himself, and both vanished.
Techno let out a weary, exhausted sigh before speaking. "I need a nap..."
Techno found herself in an unexpected situation, reclining uncomfortably in the medbay while Ratchet's incessant scans continued. What she had initially craved was a peaceful nap, not this relentless examination by the Autobot medic.
"Summon another so I can scan you while you make the weapon," Ratchet commanded in his usual brusque manner. Techno understood that his concern for her well-being outweighed his social graces at the moment. With a sigh, she complied, extending her hand obediently.
As she concentrated, vibrant green particles materialized into the shape of a hilt before her, coalescing at a pace that defied her attempts to slow it down. Before she knew it, a magnificent long scimitar had taken form in her grasp, a fusion of human design elements with the unmistakable brilliance of Cybertronian craftsmanship.
Ratchet huffed in exasperation and forcefully set down his scanner. "I can't, for the life of me, figure out how you're doing that. Energy scans, bio-scans, x-rays, MRI scans – they all return inconclusive data. They reveal your bones and insides, but not the weapon until it's fully formed." Optimus, Prowl, Jazz and Ironhide were the only ones present in the room since they were, as explained to Techno, high ranking autobot officers.
Techno extended her hand and gazed at her palm, her thoughts drifting to the visions and dreams she had experienced, including haunting nightmares from her past. However, her primary focus was on the fragments of memories bestowed upon her by her patron god.
With a deliberate closing of her eyes, she began to concentrate. A cabin nestled within a dark forest, the sound of snow crunching beneath heavy boots, and a gathering of men donned in aprons and armor. Their hands grasped battleaxes crafted from brilliant, translucent blue metal, while they clutched swords and torches to illuminate their path through the forest, leading to the solitary cabin.
The ghost of Wilbur was there with the Butchers trying to persuade them away from the cabin with no luck. Then came the approach of the butcher group and the emergence of Technoblade, the original Technoblade, from his home. His long, dark pink hair was elegantly pulled back into a low, flowing braid, and he sported a well-worn, scratched golden crown atop his head. Draped in a regal red cape lined with white fur and clad in gleaming, dark black armor, he was a formidable presence.
The confrontation was brief, lasting only a few intense minutes. Then, without warning, Technoblade pivoted and strode away, his actions shrouded in enigma. He reached into the folds of his robes, retrieving several glistening bottles. In a guttural and unfamiliar tongue, he bellowed a phrase that cut through the chaos, "T̷̹̈h̸͚̃e̴̥͐r̶̹͑e̸͖͝'̴͍̚s̵̫̓ ̶̬̋n̵̯̾ŏ̵͓ ̵̙͐o̸͙̍t̶͔̋h̶̨́e̴͚̿ŗ̸̓ ̴̩̎w̸̦͘a̶͍͘y̸̳͐.̸̫͝.̴̰̂.̶̣́ ̶̬͌I̷̗͘ ̶̣̔C̴͕̄H̶̜͛O̷̫͌Ȯ̶̢Ș̴̋E̶̲̍ ̷͎͐B̷̗̀L̴̲̓Ö̵̳O̶̺͐D̷̺̐!̸͙̄" The declaration hung heavy in the air as he hurled the bottles to the ground, causing their contents to splatter in all directions.
In an instant, a transformation swept over Technoblade. He sprinted forward with a velocity that defied comprehension, leaving the butchers trailing hopelessly behind. The minor cuts they had inflicted upon him during the skirmish miraculously healed as he surged forward, a force of nature and with a swing of his blade—.
Techno's eyes widened as she discovered a glass bottle in her grasp, its contents a rich, deep pink hue - unmistakably one of the bottles Technoblade had produced from his robe. Casting a quick glance towards the ongoing conversation between Ratchet, Optimus, and the others, she made a snap decision. Gripping the bottle tightly, she hurled it with all her might, ensuring it shattered on the floor at their feet.
The shattering of glass drew the immediate attention of the Autobots, who turned toward Techno with puzzled expressions. What they couldn't see, she could. It was as if a miraculous transformation was unfolding before her eyes.
Ironhide's facial scars began to vanish, Ratchet's countenance appeared rejuvenated, exuding a youthful radiance, Jazz's arm underwent a subtle shift, mirroring its counterpart - likely a consequence of the injuries inflicted by the Decepticons. Prowl and Optimus, in particular, appeared visibly more rested than they had been since her arrival.
Ratchet was on the brink of commenting when Jazz, fixated on Ironhide, finally voiced his bewildered observation. "Hide... when did you ask Ratchet to get rid of your scars?" he inquired, his confusion palpable. Mere seconds ago, the scars had adorned Ironhide's visage, and now they were nowhere to be seen. Ratchet's reaction was swift, a doubletake that underscored his shock.
"Regeneration…" Techno softly murmured from her place on the berth, her eyes fixed on the spectacle as the pink particles floated around the mechs before gradually dissipating. It was a clear indicator that the potion's effects had run their course.
Techno extended her hand in front of her, her gaze locked on her palm. Optimus, wearing a concerned expression, approached and gently placed a digit within her open hand, prompting her to look up. "Are you capable of creating... different things? Not everything has to be a weapon or serve a specific purpose," he inquired gently, coaxing Techno to consider the possibilities beyond combat. She offered a thoughtful hum in response.
A gentle smile played across Techno's lips as she extended her other hand, her thoughts coalescing into a vivid visualization. Optimus observed in fascination as shimmering golden particles began to gather and converge at the center of her palm. It was as though she were conjuring golden sand from the very air around her. The envisioned creation took form, sharp prongs and loops weaving together to craft a ring of radiant, golden light. In her hand materialized a delicate yet exquisitely perilous spiked crown, its design hauntingly familiar.
Optimus couldn't help but inquire, "Is that your patron's symbol?" A nod from Techno confirmed his suspicion. She gazed at the crown with a mixture of curiosity and contemplation before deciding to try it on. While she had never been one for jewelry, princess-like accessories, or dresses, there was an inexplicable rightness to this crown, intermingled with an unsettling wrongness.
Ironhide, a rugged and observant presence in the room, spoke up, his voice tinged with concern. "That crown... while it makes you look beautiful, there's something that just doesn't seem right." He moved closer to her, casting a discerning eye on the ornate headpiece.
Techno let out a sigh, gently removing the crown from her head and scrutinizing it. "It's because the crown isn't meant for me... This design belongs to my patron," she explained, her fingers tracing over the ornate details. With a contemplative expression, she fiddled with the crown for a moment before deciding its fate. With a delicate touch, she shattered it into a mesmerizing shower of glittering gold sand, which seemed to dissolve into the air.
A sigh escaped Ratchet as he shifted into his vehicle form, resembling an ambulance, prompting Techno to arch an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued by the medic's actions. Suddenly, strong arms enveloped her midsection from behind, and she gasped in surprise as she was effortlessly lifted. Ratchet had activated his human holoform and was now cradling her in a bridal style, strolling across the berth and onto the edge of the desk.
"I really wish I could understand how you do the things you do, and I'll keep trying, but for now, it is late," Ratchet stated, gently placing her on the bed reserved for her in the medical wing. Techno watched as the others bid her a goodnight and left, Ratchet remained behind working on the sleeping Skywarp on his own medical berth.
She observed Ratchet's diligent movements as he bustled about his workstation, tending to the slumbering seeker and darting back and forth in his efforts. It didn't take long for Ratchet to come to a halt, and Skywarp appeared markedly improved, despite the lingering signs of scuffs and scratches. His optics were now repaired, and his leg had received the medic's attention.
When Ratchet turned back towards her, he noticed that Techno was still awake and had been quietly observing him. He let out a small sigh, a weary yet warm smile forming on his face. Closing the distance between them, Ratchet extended his hand to her, a silent invitation. Techno didn't hesitate, stepping onto his servo without a second thought.
Ratchet guided her through a door at the rear of the medical wing, leading to an unfamiliar room she had never laid eyes on before. It was an oddly tidy yet cluttered bedroom, a charming contradiction. As he closed the door behind them, Techno couldn't help but chuckle at the quirky ambulance prints adorning the comforter on the human-sized bed.
With gentle care, Ratchet placed her on the bed, his concern evident. "Care to explain why you're still awake, even though it's quite apparent you're tired?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a playful yet parental tone.
Sitting on the bed, Techno found herself feeling unusually playful, despite her exhaustion. She couldn't quite put her finger on the reason behind this mood. "I'm not sure why I'm still awake," she admitted with a nonchalant shrug, her gaze fixed on the medic as he playfully huffed and turned to stow away his scanner.
Taking advantage of the moment, Techno decided to indulge in a bit of mischief. Swiftly, she removed her shirt and shorts, leaving herself in just her underwear. As per her experimentation earlier she could make almost anything she could think of. She fashioned a lab coat with Ratchet's name embroidered on the breast pocket and patiently awaited the medic's reaction, a sly smirk gracing her lips.
The moment Ratchet turned to address her, the scanner still in his hand, he was suddenly and utterly transfixed. Time seemed to freeze as his optics widened, roaming her form with a keen intensity. His gaze lingered on the medical lab coat, and the realization that she wore only underwear beneath it sent a rush of heat through his frame. He couldn't tear his optics away, continuing to explore her body visually, a mixture of desire and exasperation washing over him. "You will be the death of me, Sweetspark... I swear," he muttered under his breath, almost as if he was talking to himself.
Rallying himself, Ratchet carefully retrieved the dropped scanner and stored it away in a drawer. Then, with determined purpose, he moved towards her and effortlessly scooped her up in one fluid motion. Techno couldn't quite anticipate his intentions, but she trusted that he would reveal them in due course.
Ratchet settled onto his berth, placing Techno gently on his chest, his expression carrying a sly yet passionate smirk. With a swift motion, he activated his human holoform before her, allowing her to give him an appraising once-over. The tension in the air was palpable, and it didn't take long for Ratchet to seize the moment, pulling her into a soft yet fervent kiss.
Ratchet found himself utterly enchanted by how responsive his endearing mate was, even to the simplicity of a kiss. Seeing her clad in the medical coat with his name on it stirred something within him that had lain dormant for far too long – a sense of dominance. In this moment, he felt in control, and he harbored a desire to explore uncharted territory.
Gently pulling away from the kiss, Ratchet directed his gaze down at Techno. Her cheeks were tinged with a rosy hue, and she was panting ever so slightly, all from the intensity of their embrace. With deliberate intent, his hands traced beneath the lab coat, seamlessly brushing the fabric from her shoulders. The coat dissolved into a cascade of shimmering particles, as if it had never existed, leaving Techno in nothing but a bra and underwear.
Techno's smile radiated as she reciprocated, reaching out and mirroring Ratchet's actions. Her hands rested tenderly on his chest, sliding the shoulders of the lab coat down over his undershirt with deliberate grace. The coat surrendered to gravity and faded away with a faint buzz, leaving Ratchet in his undershirt and pants.
Ratchet couldn't help but appreciate her careful and deliberate approach, sensing that she was taking her time, perhaps to avoid overwhelming him. However, he had different intentions in mind, eager to explore what was his for the night he enveloped her in his strong embrace, his hands deftly unfastening her bra, freeing her breasts from the confines of the silky fabric. His smirk spoke of the anticipation that coursed through him as he let the bra fall, his fingers cupping one of the round, supple orbs, savoring the sensation of its softness in his hand.
With his other hand, he trailed leisurely down her skin, savoring the journey as he descended towards her underwear. His touch, slow and deliberate, brushed over the gentle fabric until he reached her covered folds. Gently, he pressed two fingers against the damp fabric, registering the wetness beneath. Techno's whole body quivered with the sensations, a testament to her heightened responsiveness.
Leaning in closer, Ratchet's warm breath caressed her ear as he whispered teasingly, "You seem to be... leaking, Technoblade~" His voice was a sultry murmur, stoking the fires of desire between them.
"Allow me... to help with that~," Ratchet murmured, his words drenched in desire, before capturing her lips in a fervent kiss. His actions were both tender and passionate, with one hand skillfully massaging her breast, while the other boldly brushed aside the fabric of her panties and slipped a single finger into her moistened folds. This sensual intrusion elicited a moan of pleasure from Techno, and it only fueled Ratchet's appetite.
With a hunger that mirrored his own, Ratchet plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting her deeply, savoring every nuance of their connection. He craved the entirety of her being, driven by a desire to possess what was rightfully his.
As Techno's legs began to quiver, Ratchet sensed that she wouldn't be able to remain standing much longer. Her increasing arousal made her body tremble with need. Reluctantly, he released his hold over her mouth and withdrew his fingers from her wet warmth, an action that sent shivers of longing through her.
In an instant, Ratchet's holoform flickered and his clothing disappeared, leaving him bare before Techno. Without hesitation, he pulled her close, their bodies pressed together, reveling in the warmth that radiated from her. Ratchet's lips left a gentle kiss on her neck before he embarked on a tantalizing journey, trailing a series of soft, lingering kisses down her neck and onto her chest. There, he skillfully captured one of her perky nipples in his mouth, eliciting a pleasurable gasp from Techno. His adept ministrations left her breathless and craving more.
The revelation that Ratchet, of all mechs, possessed such profound knowledge and passion in exploring human erogenous zones surprised Techno. It dawned on her that, as a medic, he likely had looked up information on the human body, its desires, needs, and capabilities. His expertise was proving to be an unexpected but entirely welcomed aspect of their passionate encounter.
Ratched hummed against her breast before releasing her nipple with a small pop and continued to trail kisses down the rest of her body getting to the point where he had to sit down. Pulling away he saw that the last barrier was her underwear which she had now soaked through. "Eager Sweetspark?" he joked, slipping his hands under the fabric on her hips and pulling the fabric down.
His joke however was greeted with a soft needy whine coming from Techno who had come close her eyes. Ratchet chuckled in response before gripping her hips and pulling her down to her knees just above his lap. Techno could tell she was practically hovering over the very tip of Ratchet's spike simply because every time he took a breath she could feel it gently touch her aching dripping folds.
Opening her eyes she looked at Ratchet's lust filled gaze before she lowered herself down into his spike, leaning forward Techno kissing the medic to distract herself as she slowly impaled herself. She couldn't help but make soft noises as she felt her pussy stretch and fill as she lowered herself down until Ratchet was fully sheathed inside her.
Techno paused, pulling away panting softly against Ratchet's chest as he hummed softly, wrapping his arms around her waist to support her frame. "You're doing wonderful Sweetspark…" he murmured, lifting up her head giving her a quick peck on the lips.
Ratchet smiled, moving his hands to gently grip her waist. "Move with me~" he whispered and began guiding her hips to rock back and forth in his lap making a sensual friction between the two of them. Techno moved her arms up and around his shoulders to steady herself and slowly they began to synchronize their movements.
Going so tantalizingly slow was agonizing for Ratchet but he knew that he needed to go slow until she was comfortable with moving faster. So he preoccupied himself with kissing her lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth once more to elicit the small moans and mewls of pleasure from his sweet little mate.
The moment he felt her legs began to shake Ratchet knew that Techno didn't have much stamina when it came to things like this, so he decided to take over by gripping her tightly and rolling the both of them so that he was on top of her gazing down at her rather adorable astonished face.
Sitting up Ratchet gripped her hips with both hands and carefully pulled out before plunging back into the slick wet heat causing Techno to gasp at the pleasure. "Ratch–et" she moaned, her words broken by a gasp as he thrusted again. Trailing his hands up her sides and up to her breasts he took both soft mounds in his calloused hands and began massaging them.
All the while he began a steady rhythm of thrusts he wanted to make this a pleasurable experience for her and for himself.
Groaning Ratchet released her breasts and pulled back, moving both hands to grip just under her knees he pushed her knees up to her chest and thrusted his hips forward, his spike pushing deeper into Techno's already throbbing valve.
After a few minutes Ratchet skillfully flipped Techno over and pulled her up so that she was on her knees her cute ass in the air and continued to thrust deeply, she managed to squeak as she was being turned but only for the sound to blend into a cry of pleasure as the unexpected position change sent a wave of pleasurable shocks through her body and causing her pussy to spasm around Ratchet's spike.
"Te–Techno" Ratchet began but couldn't finish speaking as a spasm caused him to groan and move faster, thrusting harder. Techno was getting closer to bliss and she could tell he was as well "R-Ratch, clo–ose" she moaned brokenly opening her eyes from her place on Ratchet's bipedal form chassis noticing for the first time that Ratchet's optics were staring down at his holoform self fragging her senseless.
The shock, embarrassment, and the pure heat that flooded her as Techno realized that Ratchet was a voyeur pushed her over the edge causing her to cum and come hard as her pussy tightened around Ratchet's spike causing him to gasp and thrust into her body for one final time before cumming, spilling all that centuries built up sexual repression in one go.
Before Techno could even begin to regain her composure, Ratchet's chassis unfurled, and she descended directly into the awaiting azure spark. What followed was an overwhelming wave of ecstasy, a torrent of pleasure that engulfed her, leaving her gasping for breath. In that electrifying moment, she couldn't contain her desires any longer, and her voice erupted into a passionate cry, calling out the medic's name with abandon.
Tendrils of vibrant energy coursed through her body, slipping into her quivering depths, filling her to the very brink. The energy surged and pulsed, delivering thrusts of pleasure that rocked her to her core. But like a brilliant supernova, it couldn't last forever. It reached a crescendo of intensity, pleasure, and connection, until everything overloaded simultaneously. The surging energy, the indescribable pleasure, and the force of their newfound spark bond converged into an overwhelming climax.
As the climax subsided, Techno felt herself slipping away from the pulsating energy, returning to rest on Ratchet's chassis base, sated and spent, their bond forged in the passionate crucible of their union.
Meanwhile just outside of Ratchet's room~
Skywarp found himself standing just outside the Autobot medic's berthroom, his optics fixed on the slight crack in the door, which provided him with a tantalizing view of the scene unfolding inside. He bit into his servo to stifle any inadvertent noise that might alert the two figures within, lost in the throes of their shared ecstasy.
It had been an innocent intention at first, waking up to request a bit of energon from the medic. However, fate had led him to stumble upon this intensely intimate moment between the medic and the human femme, one he couldn't have anticipated.
Despite the temptation to look away, he found himself captivated by the raw passion and connection on display, unable to avert his gaze from this private and intimate encounter.
It was not long after that he was listening in as his servo gripped around his spike and began pumping the pressurized organ in order to imagine the feel of the human's little valve so wet, and so tight squeezing around him as her voice filtered into his audials.
Every moan, every gasp and every cry of pleasure Skywarp imagined as his doing, he wanted to be the one in there giving the tiny femme as good as she gave. She was strong, she was brave, she saved him and he wanted to return the favor in kind and if that meant being her toy then he would gladly be used as such but the sounds she made right now, he wanted to be the one to make her sound like that.
Stifling a cry of pleasure Skywarp bit into his servo as he peaked and sticky purplish-pink transfluid shot out of his spike and onto the door and dripped onto the floor of the medical wing.
Panting softly, Skywarp acknowledged that he needed to retreat and recharge, his own systems still humming from the unexpected spectacle. His original purpose for being awake had become a distant memory, muddled by the intensity of the scene he had inadvertently stumbled upon. Retrieving a rag from his subspace, he hastily cleaned up the mess he had made with a few hurried swipes, hastily wanting to put the encounter behind him.
Limping slightly from his encounter, the beat down from his relative, Skywarp returned to the berth he had initially been resting on, where he hoped to find the serenity of recharge amid the tumultuous emotions swirling within him.
~The next day~
Techno had woken up a few hours earlier, had her breakfast, and was now faced with her clothing, neatly packed in a bag. However, she was far from pleased with what she saw. This time, Bulkhead had taken it upon himself to choose her outfit, and her initial reaction was one of clear dissatisfaction.
Inside the bag was a long, bright white sundress adorned with delicate frills. What she particularly disliked about it was how flowy it looked. The sundress, while seemingly elegant, had a knack for snagging on various objects, which made it impractical for someone constantly on the move. Additionally, the pure white fabric was prone to stains, making it a challenge for Techno to keep it looking clean and presentable. To make matters worse, when the dress got wet, it practically turned transparent, adding an extra layer of frustration.
Techno, while grumbling to herself, knew that she had little choice but to don the sundress or risk going au naturel, which was far from her preferred option. She didn't want to jeopardize whatever Skyquake had in store for their date by refusing to wear the dress. Reluctantly, she slipped into the provided white underwear and bra before pulling the dress over her head. She took a moment to smooth out any wrinkles, her fingers working diligently to ensure the fabric hung just right.
Turning her attention to her hair, Techno was determined to maintain her beloved wavy windswept look. Instead of using a brush, she ran her fingers through the loose waves, styling her long, pale pink locks in a relaxed yet appealing manner. With her hair sorted, she completed her ensemble by slipping on some pale blue sandals, creating a look that exuded both comfort and charm.
As she left Ratchet's room, where she had spent the night with the medic, a warm blush colored her cheeks. She stepped into the bustling medical wing, her eyes immediately falling on Skyquake engrossed in conversation with Skywarp. Their flowy dialect of Cybertronian filled the air, a testament to the diversity of language of their world.
Ratchet had previously explained the intricacies of Cybertronian dialects. There was Kaonian, reserved for Gladiators, Slaves, Miners, and Plant workers. Iaconian, used by the High caste, Record keepers, The council, and Enforcers. Vosian was the most fluid version of Cybertronian, predominantly spoken by those residing in Vos, with Seekers having their own variant that incorporated wing movements alongside speech. While there were other dialects, these were the primary ones used by both the Autobot and Decepticon militaries.
With a sigh of resignation, Techno pressed forward, her footsteps drawing the attention of every mech in the bustling medical wing. The collective gazes fixed upon her caused her cheeks to flush even deeper, an involuntary reaction to the sudden scrutiny. It was clear that her presence was captivating, and she couldn't help but feel self-conscious under their watchful eyes.
Making her way toward Skyquake, Techno couldn't help but notice an unexpected change in Skywarp's demeanor. His cheeks flushed a brilliant shade, and his gaze immediately fell to his lap, an abrupt shyness overtaking him. Puzzled by this sudden shift, Techno couldn't fathom the reason behind his heightened reticence. She turned to Skyquake, her expression bearing a silent inquiry, to which the older seeker responded with a helpless shrug, indicating his own lack of understanding.
Breaking the silence, Skyquake smiled warmly at her, his gaze filled with affection as he addressed her, "Well… are you ready to go, Techno?" Her confusion regarding Skywarp's behavior lingered, but she managed a nervous smile and replied promptly, "Yeah, I am."
Skyquake's response was to bend down, extending his hand for her to step onto. Techno accepted the gesture, settling herself onto Skyquake's open palm. As he straightened to his full height, she held on, the wind rustling her pale pink hair. With a sense of anticipation and curiosity, Techno looked back at Skywarp and Ratchet, who were left behind in the medbay. With a wave and a cheerful call, she bid them farewell, "See you later, Skywarp, Ratchet!"
Ratchet maintained a contemplative hum as he waited for several moments, ensuring that Techno and Skyquake had ventured far enough to be out of earshot. Then, with an air of authority, the medic turned his attention to the younger seeker, folding his arms and fixing him with a knowing look. "Wanna tell me what you were doing up in the middle of the night?" he inquired, his optical brow raised inquisitively.
Caught off guard, Skywarp's cheeks flushed deeper, and he began to stammer out a series of excuses and half-hearted apologies. However, Ratchet interrupted his nervous babbling, raising a restraining hand and speaking once more, this time with a stern edge to his voice. "You also want to tell me why you were up and walking around on a half-healed leg? Or do you want to add straining yourself by self-pleasuring while standing on a half-healed leg?" Ratchet advanced toward the seeker, brandishing a wrench in a not-so-subtle threat. The medic's irritation was evident, and he had little patience for Skywarp's recklessness, especially when it risked undoing the repairs he had painstakingly made.
Skywarp, trapped in a precarious situation, gazed up at Ratchet with a mixture of trepidation and desperation. He dared to utter a soft plea, his voice filled with a hint of vulnerability, "Mercy?" However, instead of a compassionate response, Ratchet huffed in exasperation and delivered a firm strike to Skywarp's helm with the wrench. The clang of metal against metal echoed through the medbay, leaving no room for leniency.
Technoblade found herself perched contentedly on Skyquake's shoulder as he strode into the atrium of the Autobot base. Their arrival coincided with the unmistakable sound of a wrench making contact with metal, a clear indication that Skywarp had managed to irk Ratchet enough to warrant a reprimand. Suppressing a soft giggle, Techno instinctively covered her mouth with her hand to muffle the sound. However, Skyquake couldn't help but smile at the endearing sound that had escaped her lips.
Making their way to the Groundbridge controls, they encountered Blaster, who manned the station. Blaster greeted them with a mischievous grin and a teasing tone, "Heya you two, going out together finally?" His playful comment hinted at the budding connection between Techno and Skyquake, an observation that didn't go unnoticed.
Blaster's demeanor shifted as he addressed the practicalities of their outing. He reminded Skyquake, "Remember that you're still on probation, Skyquake. Your Decepticon signal has been removed, but you don't have an Autobot signal. Techno, on the other hand, will register as an Autobot on all major and minor frequencies due to her cellphone having an Autobot comm link signal." Blaster's words carried a note of caution, a reminder of the complexities and responsibilities that came with their respective affiliations in this intricate world. "Bring her back safe and unharmed," he added, his concern for their well-being evident in his tone.
"I intend to keep her as safe as possible," Skyquake affirmed, his tone reflecting his determination to protect Techno. He continued, "Besides, this outing will only be an hour or so. I don't want the other Decepticons finding her or me at this point. Megatron is not of sound mind anymore." A hint of disappointment flickered across Skyquake's features, a sentiment that resonated with Techno, given her own history of friendship with someone who she ultimately had to kill in her previous life.
Blaster nodded in acknowledgment, his understanding evident in his response. He activated the Groundbridge for them, signaling their readiness for the brief excursion. With a relaxed salute and a warm smile, he conveyed his confidence that Techno would be in capable hands. Seekers, known for their protectiveness, were renowned for their dedication to the safety and well-being of their bonded or mate.
Techno smiled happily waving to Blaster as Skyquake ventured into the groundbridge on their date together.
~The Nemesis~
High above the clouds, concealed from the eyes of ordinary humans, loomed the ominous metallic fortress known as The Nemesis. Soundwave, the Communications Officer and the third-in-command of the Decepticon military, stood steadfast at his usual station on the bridge of the colossal ship. However, his customary duties were momentarily set aside as he silently observed and listened to his Lord and leader, Megatron.
Megatron paced back and forth, his words alternating between Cybertronian and English, a testament to the inner struggle that consumed him. It was as if an unseen force had taken hold, as the voice within him spoke, attempting to exert its influence and bend Megatron's will to its own desires. "Technoblade is dangerous and must be killed before she kills us!" The voice, marked by a rough accent, resounded, its intent clear—to eliminate the threat.
In response, Megatron fervently defended his stance, his words carrying the weight of determination. "Technoblade is my mate and will come to my side soon," he argued with the unseen force, resisting its manipulative influence. Soundwave could only speculate on whether Megatron was fully aware of his presence or if the voice's influence had so thoroughly clouded his senses and judgment that he had momentarily forgotten.
Soundwave's conviction lay in the certainty that the enigmatic voice remained a baffling and undetected presence to his Lord, even as Megatron continued to engage in a heated argument with it. Soundwave's deep understanding of manipulating minds and memories led him to a significant insight. The voice concealed its true intentions skillfully, masquerading as an entity concerned for the well-being of the body and mind. However, with each instance in which Lord Megatron conceded and aligned with the voice's assertions, its control over the body grew stronger.
In a calculated move, Soundwave stepped forward, deliberately projecting his presence with an intensity that exceeded the norm. Megatron and the voice ceased their exchange, turning their attention toward Soundwave. The Decepticon leader's optics began to undergo a subtle transformation, as if a burgundy hue were gradually fading from existence. It was a visual manifestation of the internal struggle he endured.
Soundwave seized the moment to present glyphs and a localized map of an abandoned city in the old USSR, emphasizing an energon signature detected in the vicinity. "An energon signature? There?" Megatron inquired, his interest piqued. He directed Soundwave to dispatch Breakdown to investigate the area, though his skepticism was evident. Then, with a sudden shift in focus, Megatron turned his piercing gaze toward Soundwave. "Tell me, Soundwave...have you discovered the location of Technoblade?" His inquiry hung heavily in the air.
Soundwave responded with a solemn shake of his head, using his visor to display information that indicated Technoblade's last known residence had been sold and was now under the ownership of a bank. However, these records were nothing more than fabricated falsehoods, meticulously planted by Soundwave himself to conceal Technoblade's true location from prying optics. His deception was a testament to his cunning and his growing dissatisfaction with his Lord's actions.
Megatron considered the information, his expression reflecting a mix of frustration and determination. "Hm…no doubt the Autobots are keeping her close and away from me. Inform me when you have more information," he instructed before turning and striding off the bridge, leaving Soundwave to his devices.
With a silent sigh, Soundwave returned his attention to his workstation, reaching out to stroke Ravage, his Cybertronian cat and symbiotic companion. To humans, Ravage was the size of a Tigress or perhaps a Lioness. Soundwave couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment regarding one of his other symbiotes.
This particular symbiote had refused to allow Soundwave to take a human mate, attempting to fly away and threatening to disclose his interest in the human to Starscream and Megatron. In response, Soundwave had made the difficult decision to quell the rebellious Bat symbiote, ending its existence. The act weighed heavily on him, not because of the symbiote's death, but due to the sense of betrayal it had exhibited within their symbiotic bond.
Shortly after Soundwave had concluded his actions, the door to the bridge hissed open, and in trudged Breakdown, his appearance bearing the weariness of someone who had likely been assisting Knockout in tending to Starscream's injuries. These injuries had been inflicted by Megatron himself as punishment for Starscream's attempted assassination of their leader.
Soundwave turned his attention to the imposing mech and proceeded to display pertinent information on his visor, outlining Breakdown's destination and providing details about what to be on the lookout for. Breakdown took a moment to digest the information before raising a skeptical inquiry, his skepticism stemming from the fact that most Decepticons had done their research on human countries and were well aware that an abandoned USSR settlement would likely be rife with illegal human activity.
He voiced his concerns with a hint of doubt, asking, "Unknown energy signature, similar to energon but warped. Any idea what it is?" Breakdown's question was valid, given the circumstances and the unusual nature of the detected energy signature. Soundwave remained silent, his response conveyed through his subtle demeanor, as he genuinely lacked the means to provide an answer. The absence of satellite coverage, cameras, or modern technology in the area rendered it a blind spot in his information network.
"Right... no cameras. Open a bridge, and I'll scout the area manually then," Breakdown grumbled, clearly unimpressed by the technological limitations of the abandoned Soviet-era town. He recognized the necessity of relying on manual reconnaissance given the circumstances.
Soundwave acknowledged his request with a slight nod before turning his head to initiate the Groundbridge program. With a swift mental command, he conjured the bridge right on the bridge for the large mech, granting Breakdown access to the designated location.
Breakdown offered a salute before transforming and driving through the Groundbridge. After a brief interlude, Soundwave closed the portal and returned his focus to his workstation, resuming his work. He typed away, awaiting the expected call from Breakdown for a bridge back, ready to assist as needed.
However, the silence was interrupted when the door hissed open once more, revealing a slightly humbled Starscream. His frame bore the evidence of dents and scratches, a testament to his recent ordeal. Starscream stammered, addressing Soundwave, "S-Soundwave... I, um, I'll just go," before quickly limping away, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Soundwave observed the exchange with a quiet expression, his visor betraying nothing but behind the visor was an amused smirk. He glanced at Ravage, who offered a confused huff before settling back into his perch. With his usual calm and calculated demeanor, Soundwave returned to his tasks, prepared for the call that would signal Breakdown's return through the Groundbridge, maintaining his vigil on the command bridge.
So the beginning of Operation Breakdown has begun, and yes I know I am taking forever with updating but shush, ADHD brain is weird and squirrel like so I get distracted easily. Next chapter will contain the actual episode and the Crisscross episode since they are basically within the same few days in world.