Forward: This story was inspired by: .net/s/3746992/1/Promise_Not_to_Tell
I used the general concept of femme sparked mechs as well as the character of the femme 'Bumblebee' from that story. Fortunately, the author P.A.W.07 – agreed to let me, Beta for me, and make sure her 'Bumblebee' was 'true to character'.
So for the first time – I've had a co-writer! And a damned good one at that!
A Matter of Survival
Intro: As spoken by Optimus Prime..
"For millennia, the Transformers had two ways to reproduce; The AllSpark and the 'double-sparked' femme mechs. But while the AllSpark could spark life in a multitude of chassis in a seemingly endless cycle, the femme mechs could only divide their spark twice per orbit cycle.
Because of this difference, the AllSpark became the focus when the wars first began. For whoever controlled the AllSpark, could conceivably create an endless stream of new warriors to fill their ranks. The only hindrance being the time it took to build or rebuild chassis for the AllSpark to Spark.
As they fell out of favor, the physically weaker femmes developed their minds. Being less useful on the battlefields, they understood fully that their only strength and worth lay with their intelligence. The majority of these femmes ended up siding with the Autobots; preferring our males' propensity towards strict monogamy over the Decepticon males' propensity towards promiscuity.
For eons, this situation seemed to work; since we were more than happy to keep the femmes off the front line and in support personnel positions. Rarely was a femme ever captured by the Decepticons, for they were considered less than worthless. Those few that were, died horrible deaths as they were used by a multitude of cons until they could bond no more. This only added to the femmes' general desire to align themselves with us even more tightly.
But things changed as the AllSpark was lost. Suddenly, the femmes increased in value, for they were now the only way that the factions could replenish their ranks. For a time, the Decepticons satisfied themselves by trying to capture any femme they could lay their hands on. But as the rumors of their breeding these slaves to death, came out, femmes decided to commit suicide over being captured. When the supply of femme 'breeder slaves' began to dwindle, Megatron decided that if Decepticons couldn't use them – then no one would!
An order went out to every Decepticon soldier on Cybertron, any femme seen – was to be off lined immediately! Killer squads stalked the streets and alleys, searching for any mech with the tail-tale signs of a double-sparked femme - The swollen chest plate that gave their larger spark the room it needed.
We didn't realize what was going on in time, and by the time we reacted, all of the femmes seemed to have been terminated.
But femmes had learned to depend on their minds long ago. Those few femmes that saw what was happening; Reacted quickly by forming secret pacts within their sister and mother-daughter groups. They tore each other's chassis apart, rebuilding them to resemble young male mechs. Giving each other new identities and new lives; lives now lived as males. The small pacts knew that there were other pacts, but the groups never knew each other's identities. For this was part of their plan to survive. If one pact was found, they could not reveal the others – for they simply had no knowledge.
We male mechs were never privy to this knowledge.
Most of these new 'males', infiltrated our ranks and served. Quietly waiting for the day when the Autobot side would win and they could again reveal themselves and begin the process of rebuilding the species.
A few of the new 'males', decided it would be better to hide within the Decepticon ranks. The very idea to hide beneath the nose of their sex's assassin, made them feel even safer and more assured of their own survival. Since they were physically weaker, they chose to fully take their chassis apart, and turn themselves into the smallest and most physically unattractive of 'male' mechs. Not even considered real 'mechs' by most anymore, they found their position within the con ranks as the chief intelligence gatherers. They seemed to be without opinions and eagerly performed their duties; unmolested by any of the larger male mechs.
But they were far from without opinions, as their brilliant minds kept track of the war and the primary players. They merely waited until the time would come that they would again be considered valuable. That day they would be able to ask their price, and then help to rebuild the species.
This is the story of one of those disguised Decepticon femmes. A mech only known by the nickname that the Decepticon ranks had given her based on her performance under pressure. This is the story of Frenzy."
Transfer of a Spark
Dodging the bullets, Frenzy darted towards the organic creatures. Her one thought was to perform her duty and stop them from communicating to the outside. A bullet hit her, causing her to scream in pain. But as she screamed, she twisted in the air and continued her attack. All the while she cursed at them in her incoherent alien language as she darted towards them.
Coming around a beam, she fired one of her shurikens at them. Swinging around in a blur, she came around the other side, trying to get a bead on the dark-skinned human that was working on the communications device. She didn't notice that her own shuriken had rechochete back towards her! As it cut her face in half, dread filled her as she realized her mistake. Falling in the floor, she twitched as her systems began to fail. Fighting desperately to keep her valuable spark from flying free of her chassis, she inched forward as she spasmed uncontrollably. When her chassis finally off lined, it fell across some power cables that lay on the floor.
As the organic creatures cheered her death, they couldn't see nor understand what had actually occurred.
As her chassis released its hold on her spark, the electric field generated by that live power cable drew her spark in. Flowing with the electrons, she zipped out of that room and explored the rest of Hoover dam in less than a blink of a human eye. Her spark knowing that it must find some type of chassis and escape this death trap! For her spark was too valuable to lose! Finding a cell phone plugged into its charger, the free spark flowed into it outt've total desperation.
Transforming, Frenzy shook, getting used to her new 'temporary' chassis. Looking around, she got her bearings, and began to make her way back up to the top of the dam. There, Bumblebee and his group of human military protectors flew by her; she grabbed one of the HumV's tires and flipped herself up into it. Transforming quickly, the cell phone slid unseen under a seat.
As they drove to Mission City, Frenzy again leaped out of the HumV unseen. Tumbling to the side of the road with a small cloud of dust; she hid under the cover of the long weeds in the ditch. The diminutive femme knew that she must avoid detection at all costs, for to be seen, meant they would try to off-line her again.
As the battle raged within the confines of Mission City, Frenzy sat back and put her feet up. Like all Decepticon femmes, her loyalties remained first to herself, then her sex, then to her species, and lastly to her faction – but without self preservation, the rest was meaningless was it not? She saw no reason to place her valuable spark in any further danger. After all, hadn't she just 'off lined' for the stupid Decepticon faction already that day? Yes, as far as she was concerned, the entire war was nothing but male stupidity and pride – nothing more, nothing less. And she and the other femmes had been merely considered pawns, caught in the middle by both sets of males.
She considered her possible future courses of action: if the Decepticons won, she'd simply show back up and retake her place in their ranks as the 'male' Frenzy; if the Autobots won, she'd most likely have to stay in hiding amongst the organic creatures, for the Autobots would most likely just terminate her on sight. She felt her core rising in disgust at the mere thought of having to allow those disgusting humans to 'use' her in order for her to hide! But survival was survival, no matter how degrading it was to a femme!
What if the AllSpark was destroyed? She pondered that question. For if it was destroyed, and then the femme mechs' time of reemergence would be soon at hand; providing any femmes, other than her, had even survived. True, she knew of one other Decepticon femme that had come to Earth, but knowing that bitch, she was already off lined. And frankly, Frenzy could really care less. She'd hated that one for a long, long time. The only thing that had kept her from off lining her herself, was the rules of being a femme. Yes, perhaps the Autobots had done her a 'favor'? She smirked as she considered that thought.
Hmmm, what if she was the last one? Now this idea bothered her. Even if it meant she'd have to somewhat actually WANT that other bitch to have survived – which she didn't. But if there were no Autobot femmes hiding within their ranks? Now that wouldn't be good. For the males could conceivably decide to take her as a 'breeder slave' regardless if they were Autobot or Decepticon; and without scores of femmes to band together for mutual protection and negotiating power – she'd have no recourse, no hope. That would be an unacceptable situation! Frenzy momentarily debated the concept of suicide that so many breeder femmes had used back in the con ranks. She didn't really like the idea of suicide, but it sure would beat the alternative of being raped and forced to give birth until she died.
But then an idea popped into Frenzy's CPU. Yes, she could indeed survive and escape during the very act of a rape! By using her own spark's abilities! Frenzy smiled deviously. She'd just keep a cell phone chassis within her future chassis, and if any mech forcibly copulated with her. She'd simply transfer her spark right before the mating connection was completed. Then while the male was out in overload, she'd scamper off and make her escape!
What to do in the worst case scenario? If she was truly 'the last femme'? A very disturbing scenario indeed! But then Decepticon femmes had discovered something that their hidden Autobot counterparts hadn't: they could easily transfer their spark to a new chassis! This is how Frenzy had survived her 'death' back at the dam. But could this also be used to give myself protection? She pondered. Yes, if some of the male mechs off lined, and their chassis were somehow repairable, she could just reanimate their empty chassis with her spark.
She continued to watch the battle. Her sharp mind calculating each faction's chances, her optics watching as each warrior fell. Taking a chassis count of who was off lined, putting a value of desirability on each of the now empty chassis. Then, as the human put the AllSpark within Megatron – Frenzy's blue optics lit up with anticipation.
Yes! Yes! The AllSpark was destroyed!! The femme's time to rise was soon to come! She thought with glee. Her little chassis started to vibrate in sheer excitement. For now she was one of the most valuable Cybertronians functioning! She was their future, and they would pay dearly for her ability. Now she just had to find a way to get inside one of those now-empty chassis. She really didn't care which one, though the Decepticon chassis that were now available were much higher in desirability due to their higher strength and firepower. But beggars can't be choosers – any of them would allow her to protect herself better than the tiny chassis she was currently stuck in!
Making her way unseen to the battlefield of fading smoke and flame, Frenzy reconned the situation fully. Sliding from hiding spot to hiding spot, she seemed to dance amongst the confusion and chaos. The skilled hacker easily made her way to the very center of the 'action'. Her blue optics gleamed as she darted to a spot just twenty feet from Optimus as he staggered to his feet. Her optics roved over the off lined mechs around her. There were now at least four empty chassis she could choose from; three being the preferred Decepticon chassis – one being the Autobot chassis. She watched silently as the Autobots loaded the con chassis's onto a military transport, her blue optics narrowing in disgust as she listened to the plans of 'disposal'. She wouldn't have time to repair and re-animate any of them!
Then she focused on the Autobot medic, whom was helping the heavily damaged Bumblebee onto a flatbed. He set the two halves of the now available Autobot chassis gently down next to the yellow mech. Patting it gently, he promised the empty chassis that they'd build it a proper tomb and keep him safe and in their thoughts. This chassis was truly the 'least preferable' of all of them, being the smallest and weakest of all the mechs on this planet, well, except her old one. But it still offered more protection to her valuable spark than this minuscule chassis she was now residing in!
A grin crossed Frenzy's face, for if they built a 'proper' Cybertronian tomb, then it would be more than easy to quietly repair the chassis. For in 'proper' burials, Cybertronians always set the pieces of the off lined mech together as if he was still alive. They also built these monuments, which were basically small, sealed rooms where the chassis would lay for eternity. Yes, a perfect place to sneak in and repair the chassis unseen! She rubbed her hands together in anticipation, her engines revving in excitement.
Now she knew that she had to infiltrate the Autobots in order to stay near her future chassis. Glancing up at the gullible humans around her, her optics settled on the one called 'Sam'. He was a friend to the Autobots, so she knew that he'd end up staying near them. Stealthily, Frenzy crept up to Sam as he was being checked out by a paramedic. Transforming, she let him sit on her.
"Ow! What the?" Sam exclaimed as he reached under his butt. Every movement was painful, his whole body feeling like he'd been run over by several trains! His fingers curled around a cell phone. Picking it up, he dusted it off. Other than a few scuff marks, his phone appeared to be fine! Flipping it open, he frowned as he realized that the knocks it had taken during his adventures, seemed to have wiped its memory clean.
Shrugging, he stuck it in his back pocket. He'd just have to reprogram it, that's all.
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