I do believe that was encouragement! (Yes I am shallow. )
And I told you this story was going to be filled with as much sexual tension as the movie. So if you feel your self blushing, consider yourself warned.
Dim optics focused through the darkness, the Autobot’s sensors alerting it to its proximity to a large gravitational well. Systems that had been off lined in favor of conserving energy booted back up. Slowly, neglected systems came to bear upon the azure jewel that floated in the eleven planet system; third in line from the middle-aged, yellow sun. The message sent out a deca-cycle and three orns ago was traced to a stretch of land in the northern hemisphere on the western shore near the foot hills of a vast mountain range that stretched from north to south, splitting the continent in two.
In the pre-dawn light, the Autobot could see the lights of the streets and buildings lacing through the darkness like silicon caught in a magnetic dampener; glistening like energon droplets. Near one of the smaller clusters of lights was where the signal had originated, and was also where the mech had locked onto for guidance. Slowly, the Autobot slipped into the planet's gravitational pull, feeling its speed increasing. Suddenly, it hit the outer layers of atmosphere, its momentum slowly to nearly half in less than a second. The uncomfortable feeling of friction heating covered its hull as it plummeted through the atmosphere in a controlled crash. Pulling all power from her scanners to her shields, she nudged herself as she fought against turbulence and wind.
Literal milli-seconds after hitting the hard ground, every scanner was operational and running at above-normal capacity. What they found, however, made the energon freeze in her conduits. She quickly made up for her fear with a smirk, setting one hand on her left hip to play up her femininity. "Well, well, well...I see one of you had the decency to die." In the time it took for Starscream to look mock insulted, Chromia was already formulating the best way to smear his gears across the barren ground.
The Seeker put his hands on his narrow hips, managing to look like a scolding parent. "Now, Chromia. Is that any way to treat those who wish to help you?" A clicking sound issued from the Decepticon's throat as he shook his head, a sigh issuing from his vocalizer in the form of static. His optics roved freely over the femme's form. Like her name, her body was covered in a hardened chrome, making the femme sparkle under the starlight. She had a form very similar to the females of earth, she had rounded curves where the males were boxy and rotund, though without her armor she looked quite bare. Her face was softer, a hint of a smile on her other wise humorless face. And just like any other mech, she had a personality all her own.
Starscream had known of Chromia for a long time. Being Elita-1's 2IC, she was renowned for her brilliant tactical skills and leadership abilities and her sheer love of combat. In fact, it had been rumored that to Chromia, the pleasure taken in spark-joining, was comparable if not surpassed by the pleasure taken in battle. Starscream could almost see the sparkling that the two of them could create. Bold and powerful as he imagined himself to be coupled with its dame's love of tearing mechs down to their sparks would make a formidable combination indeed. The hard part was 'convincing' Chromia to hold said sparkling until it could sustain itself in its own body. Though that was where Soundwave's new toy came into play.
Chromia divided her attention between the two Seekers. Skywarp may have been the younger of the trio but she knew better than to underestimate his fighting abilities. There was a certain gleam to his and Starscreams optics that did not sit well with the femme and she silently prayed to Primus for the Autobots to get their afts in gear and get her out of this. She may have been itching for a fight but what these two wanted had nothing to do with defeat or victory. It had everything to do with domination and desperation. Starscream and the previous two traits never went well together. 'Come on Optimus...'
"So how exactly do two out of three idiots get it into their processors that they can just use any femme that comes their way?" Chromia knew that she had to keep these two talking to buy herself some time. Keep them talking and keep them distracted at least until the Autobots arrived. If they arrived.
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Optimus revved his engine irritably as Iron Hide nearly kissed his rear bumper again. He had been like this since they had received the unique code broadcast by the lone Autobot. Iron Hide had deciphered it immediately as Chromia's ID and was practically running over Optimus' back tires to get to her, because along with her ID were the IDs of two more mechs. Both male and both Decepticon. Optimus knew that once the weapons specalist had the Decepticons in his sights there would be no holding back for him.
Chromia was his bond mate, and he was very possessive of her. He had even threatened Elita-1 with deactivation if she put his mate in any danger. It was an empty threat, Chromia was adept at putting herself in danger without Elita-1's help. Like her mate, Chromia took a 'shoot first, ask questions later' attitude. And more often than not, the femme would have to be pulled by her wires out of a scrap before she took too many hits to be pieced back together. Battle seemed to be more for her than others. Almost like foreplay for her and Iron Hide since they would disappear for nearly a cycle after a particularly nasty fight. Optimus sighed as Iron Hide came close to nudging him again. Sam, Mikaela and Ellie would be first hand witnesses to the Cybertronian version of the 'birds and bees' if Chromia and Iron Hide got too drawn into each other. Mikaela might take it the wrong way since love between Transformers was much more...physical than between humans.
The Autobot leader nearly sighed with relief when he saw the battle that had erupted between Chromia and the two Seekers. Apparently Ellie's stunt with Thundercracker's foot had the Decepticon flyer out of commission for even this. Chromia was in the middle of wrestling a very 'motivated' Skywarp to the ground, holding him at arms length and smashing his chest in with her fist. It seemed the youngest of the Seekers couldn't get any breaks. Though Starscream was busy lining up a shot to Chromia's back with a long barreled weapon of some kind, and the sight of it put Iron Hide over the edge. The bulky Autobot transformed while still in motion and unleashed several missiles toward a very surprised Starscream.
The new Commander of the Decepticons gave a rather undignified screech as he dove out of the way of the missiles, his arm still extended with the strange weapon. That same look was on his face as Iron Hide tackled him to the ground, rolling the Seeker under his body. The two grappled together as Ratchet took on Skywarp after Chromia got tired of beating the screaming seeker into a whimpering paste. The fight was halted when a shock wave passed through the area, sounding almost like someone had fired off a cannon full of koosh balls.
Iron Hide hit the ground with a resounding thud, his body still. The Decepticon's order to 'Retreat!' was largely ignored as the Autobot's converged on Iron Hide's prone form. The ornery Autobot was conscious, at least if Optimus read the fact that his optics were still alight right. Though as soon as Ratchet came close, the weapons specialist started mumbling something. It was hard to tell what he was saying since his vocalizer would not work properly but what ever it was, Ratchet could bet that it would have stung his audio receptors. Then Chromia was beside him and the mumbling took on another tone altogether. "Oh, Iron Hide," she started, her optics taking on a mischievous glint. "You know I hate it when you lie still."
Bumblebee snorted into his fist at the look on Iron Hide's face. It seemed that if he was not getting ribbed by Ratchet, his own mate was taking up the slack. His eyes narrowed into daggers, only making the femme laugh even harder. "You haven't changed a bit, have you?" Chromia laughed as she sat back on her knees. "How long until he comes out of this and we have to run for our lives?"
Ratchet chuckled, scanning Iron Hide one last time. "The effects should wear off in about three breems or so," Ratchet smiled, using their native time measurements in case Chromia had not had the chance to do the calculations herself. Though it seemed that she had enough time to study earth languages enough to speak fluent English. "Though I suggest we find a way to move him before Starscream gathers the courage to come back and finish what he started, what ever that might be."
Chromia snorted, fixing the medic with a withering stare. "Oh, I know exactly what the little Seeker wanted. He wanted exclusive rights!" Iron Hide would have hopped to his feet if he were able but instead all he was capable of was a meager grunt and a shudder of his joints.
"Exclusive rights to what?" Ratchet swiveled his head so fast the pneumatics whined in protest. Sam looked from Ratchet to the new Autobot, his face taking on that priceless look of total bewilderment. Mikaela had stepped up from behind Bumblebee to whisper something in Sam's ear. The look of bewilderment changed to understanding then straight to disgust. "Eww! He wanted...that's just...I mean...robots...can...um...dude." Sam looked exhausted at trying to think his way around what Mikaela had just told him.
"It's not Robot, Sam. The correct term is Mech." Ratchet's voice took on the tone of one explaining something simple to a child. "And yes we can reproduce without Vector Sigma or the All-Spark. It is just that it takes much longer and consumes much more energy that we could not afford to waste."
"But you can now?" Sam seemed to have found his voice again. "I mean, you have the help of the government and a whole new home," Sam spread his hands. "No reason you guys can't...oof!"
"Sam, I think they can decide for themselves where and when they make whoopee!" Ellie said as she smacked Sam on the back of the head with an out stretched hand. "And they do not need you poking into their affairs...interesting as they are," she gave Optimus a wink as she balanced herself on a crutch. The Autobot leader shifted, not quite sure how to take Ellie's comment. Perhaps he should just take it as it was and thank Primus she had prevented Sam from questioning their methods of reproduction.
"Indeed," Ratchet shook his head, pondering how they would move the large mech, or if they should move him at all. Fortunately he was relieved of the need as Iron Hide regained control of his facilities shortly after, issuing a low growl from his chest. His vocal processor seemed to be slow on the mend, so he just demonstrated his relief by pouncing on a surprised Chromia who issued a squeak of delight.
"Oh god! This is like walking in on my parents!" Sam turned away, shielding his eyes and ears. "Gahh! Autobot Nookie! Weird!" Mikaela and Ellie were busy laughing at Sam who was busy trying to ignore Chromia's laughter and squeals as much as the other Autobots who were slowly backing away from the scene shaking their heads. Keller only turned his back on the two, mumbling something about how impossible it was for him to get away from rambunctious couples.
"What exactly was that weapon that Starscream shot Iron Hide with?" Keller hoped to distract himself and Optimus from the rather heated reunion between the two bonded mates. And too, if it could be used to incapacitate an Autobot in that manner then it could do much worse to their technology.
"I believe it worked something like your EMP, although it rendered Iron Hide incapable of moving or even speaking for nearly ten minutes. Starscream planned to use the weapon on Chromia, the femme...interacting with Iron Hide." Ratchet explained as he walked over to the Defense Secretary's motorcade. The ground shook slightly as Chromia turned the tables on her bonded and landed on him.
"Woah! Who else feels like they just subscribed to the Autobot Spice channel?" If Ratchet had eyes, he would be rolling them right about now. Sam's feeble attempts at tuning the two out were not helping as Ellie continued with her commentary. "Get a room, you two! Preferably one with padded walls."
"Gah! Their worse than you!" Sam's parents, who had annoyed themselves a ride with the Defense Secretary, stood with their mouths agape at the sight and that Sam had just compared the noise being made to their late night sessions. "At least Autobots don't have headboards," Sam mumbled as Mikaela tried not to laugh at the looks on his parents faces.
"You sound about the same," Mikaela whispered into Sam's ear, making the boy blush. The fact that she was pulling on the belt loops of his pants was getting Sam distracted on something else entirely. It seemed as though Iron Hide could inspire the most surprising of things by his indiscretion. Mikaela started dragging Sam by his pants away from his parents and behind Bumblebees' foot. The little yellow mech chuckled, shaking his head at the two young adults.
This did not escape Ratchet however, and he turned around to regard Iron Hide and Chromia just as they were about to initiate Spark-Joining. "Iron Hide...any further and I will reverse the polarity of your Spark Chamber!" Iron Hide stopped, casting a murderous glare at Ratchet as though to say 'You wouldn't dare!' The look on Ratchet's face however, said that he would. Iron Hide seemed to wilt under the gaze, taking his hand away from Chromia's spark chamber. "Good, now help Chromia up so that we can get back to somewhere safe and have a look at your systems."
For once, Iron Hide put up no fuss as he did as he was told, Ratchet's threat still fresh on his processor. If there was one thing that any mech avoided, it was pissing Ratchet off. He would do exactly as he threatened to if he was ignored. And the thought of never being able to Spark-Join again had put a dampener on Iron Hide's need for his bonded. The two walked up to where Prime was busy talking to the Defense Secretary, their glares nearly powerful enough to melt steel. Iron Hide still seemed to have difficulty speaking, though his vocal processors seemed to have healed part way because he was mumbling a stream of curses in Cybertronian in Ratchet's direction.
"Sam! What are you two doing behind Bumblebee?" Keller and Prime were startled out of their conversation as Judy Witwickey rounded Bumblebee's foot to find her son smiling innocently at her with Mikaela standing in front of him. "Don't give me that look! Why are you holding Mikaela in front of you?" Judy followed the two as Sam backpedaled with Mikaela held in front of him as Bumblebee transformed quickly.
"Honestly, mom, we weren't doing anything!" Sam sputtered as he backed up to the passenger side door of Bumblebee. He didn't add that they couldn't do anything with every one and their mother out there to see them. Though that did not stop Sam's body from thinking otherwise. Bumblebee quickly opened the passenger side door and let Sam and Mikaela slip in, locking it behind them before Judy could grasp the handle. The little Camero sped off along with Iron Hide and the rest of the Autobots as they headed off for a near by abandoned military base they were given for their use.
Judy stood still as Ron came up behind her, trying to hide the fact that he would have high-fived Sam if his wife was not there. Judy took a deep breath, releasing it in shaky sigh. "My Sam...He’s not a little boy anymore, is he?"
Ron smiled, putting his arm around his wife's waist. "Nope..." was all he trusted himself to say at the moment.
"Oh, at least he's not gay!" Judy said, practically jumping up and down. "He slept with Mikaela! My little boy is becoming a man!" Ron hid his laughter with his fist. At least this was one dilemma solved.