-1Hunting Party

Summary: Five new arrivals to the Autobot base cause a stir just by being there.

Pairings: Plenty, but you'll have to wait and see who! Mainly canonical. There are NO OC's

Rating: M for adult themes.

Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro and DreamWorks/Paramount.

Hunting Party

Chapter One

The Team

The five had made sure that they set out and travelled together, for they worked as a highly-effective team. If they were attacked, the team could defend themselves more effectively than if they worked separately. This had been proved time and again as they dealt with the many skirmishes they had invariably run into on their way here.

As they approached the atmosphere of the planet the signal they had been following came from, they stayed closely grouped together in their protective cometary forms.

As a consequence they did, as planned, land relatively close to each other, and had no trouble regrouping, and the five protoforms headed for the nearest road to obtain suitable disguise and travel forms for this world.

The Team Leader stood on watch as the other four crouched, and scanned suitable vehicles for their respective mass and sizes. Once this objective had been accomplished by the four, the Team Second resumed bipedal form, and stood watch as the Team Leader located and scanned a suitable form. The Team Second and Team Leader both assumed their vehicle forms next to the other three who were already in alt-mode, and then, choosing their moments carefully, they swung out into the stream of traffic individually, so as not to draw attention to themselves, but made sure they could each be seen by at least one of the other team members.

Travelling in this way, their journey was uneventful. Following the directions encoded in the transmission that had led them to this planet in this solar system, they headed for the extension of the Army base just outside of Tranquility that had been given by the Army to the Autobots as a base of operations.

It was Cliffjumper, who was on gate duty, who encountered them first. He was very bored, as nothing had happened, so when the sensors picked up five Cybertronian life-signs outside the gates, he was rather glad of the change in status. He was about to ask for them to identify themselves and ask if they were friend or foe, when five signals came up on the receiver: they were all Autobot-coded. As friends, he could cheerfully let them in: he had only been told to call Ironhide if the coding was doubtful, or definitely Decepticon.

He pressed the button that operated the gate, opening it to admit the five vehicles, who all entered. As the gate closed, the five converted to bipedal form, one after the other, beginning with the Team Leader. Cliffjumper's optics opened wider and wider as each team member assumed robot form. He didn't dare blink in case they disappeared: he didn't want to be accused of seeing things, and he didn't want to stop seeing them.

"Can you direct us to Optimus' office, please?" the Team Leader asked politely.

"Uuh….down the corridor, past the rec-room on the right, keep going, you'll pass the med-bay on the left, and Optimus' office is the next door on the right." he said. "It should have a sign on it."

As they thanked him and headed into the base, he could not take his optics off them until they had all disappeared inside.

He hit the button that would tell Ironhide his presence was needed at the gate, for he knew that he was about to overload, and he knew from experience that he would offline at that point. His suspicions were confirmed as a blackness settled over his mind. His optics flared and dimmed as his processors overloaded and his body shut down to protect his systems from potential catastrophic failure.

When Ironhide found him, he was still wearing a stunned smile. Ironhide managed to bring him back online, and as Cliffjumper's optics unshuttered and registered his presence, Ironhide asked "What happened, Cliffjumper?"

"Five femmes!" was all that Ironhide could get out of him (as well as a goofy grin.) "Five femmes!"

Ironhide decided that Cliffjumper had to be hallucinating. The Autobots had been femmeless for thousands of years. It had to be harder on the younger mechs like Cliffjumper, he supposed, the strain was bound to take its toll.

"You're relieved, soldier, I'll take your shift, report to Ratchet at once." he said, giving Cliffjumper a gentle but firm push between the shoulder plates. Still wearing that silly grin, Cliffjumper complied. Ironhide watched him go.

"Five femmes?" muttered Ironhide to himself. "I wish!"

As the five walked past the rec-room, Mirage happened to look up from his cup of energon. He almost dropped it, and was at first unable to speak as he saw big chests, slender, graceful arms and hands, and beautiful long shapely legs go past the open door. As the third team member went by, he managed to let out a small, wordless cry, and point.

Everyone looked up, for those who had not heard the cry had noticed the movement of Mirage's arm, as he knocked a pile of data chips flying. Their optics all widened along with his as they saw the rest of the team troop past, totally unaware of the effect they were having on the mechs in the room. Once they had gone past, there was a stunned silence in the rec-room as overloaded processors struggled to assimilate the images the optics had fed them.

Then there was a mad scramble for the door.

Optimus was powered down to conserve energy as he had finished that day's mountain of paperwork and had nothing more he had to do that day. He was roused by the two knocks on his door: obviously one of his men had something to report to him. Hoping it wasn't more paperwork, he powered up to full awareness, and called "Come in!"

The door opened and the figure who stepped in was immediately familiar to Optimus. Immediately familiar, totally unexpected, but very, very welcome. At first he just stared in utter disbelief, and then he found his voice.

"Elita?" he asked in disbelief, and then "Elita!"

Joy and wonderment were reflected in his voice as he sent her a databurst conveying love and affection. His Spark-mate, his bond-partner, she was alive, and she was here!

"Reporting for duty, Leader Prime." Elita-One replied formally, but she could not stop a grin from spreading over her face as she looked at him and replied to his databurst in kind. She found a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the other side of the door, and pinned it over his office plaque, and then she nodded, and stepped aside.

A small purple-pink femme entered after her.

"Arcee, Team Second, reporting for duty, Leader Prime Sir." she said. She moved forward, which allowed a yellow and red femme to stand before Optimus. She was even more formal, saluting to him.

"Firestar reporting as requested." she said, then moved as a beautiful blue femme moved in.

"Chromia reporting for duty, Leader? May I ask if Ironhide is with you?"

"Yes, he is." Optimus managed to say, and Chromia smiled radiantly, moving aside to allow the final team member, a green femme, to take her place.

"Moonracer reporting for duty sir, as and when you need me." she said, giving Optimus a saucy wink and allowing her eyes to look him over lingeringly. Then she seemed to remember where she was, and nodded, moving back with the others.

Elita had looked up at Moonracer's comment, and she could see from Moonracer's optics and body language exactly which sort of duty she was really hoping for. Moonracer had a good optic for fine-looking mechs, and Elita could see that not only Moonracer, but her other three team members obviously thought that Optimus was a very fine figure of a mech indeed.

She had to agree with them on that point. She was only just managing to hold herself off from throwing herself into his arms, and covering his head with kisses, and caressing those incredibly sensitive antennae of his and stroking his chest so that he would shake all over with the sensations she knew she could tease from his systems for him. He looked less tense than when she had first entered, but still more tense than she liked. She wanted to relax him in the way she knew they would both linger over, and enjoy every second of it, but she was the Team Leader, and she had to think of her team, even now, when they had reached the sanctuary of the Autobot Base.

She looked at all her team members, and could see her own hunger for that sort of action reflected in the optics of each of them. Some of them, she knew, had gone without for longer than she had, and of the others, they had all gone without as long as she had. She straightened her shoulders, and looked her Leader, her lover, in the optics.

"Leader, I have a special request to make, on behalf of my team. Would you object if, just this once, I allowed my team to-share? Usually, in a circumstance such as this, I would not even consider asking, and if you do object, I will send them away to acquaint themselves with the other people in the base. However, we have all been without the company of a friendly and considerate mech for a long time, and, with your permission, I would like, just this once, to share my most precious and special friend with my team. Please?" she asked.

Optimus' optics widened as he realised what Elita was asking of - no, offering! - him! It took him a moment to find his voice again.

"I have no objections to agreeing to this request if nobody else objects either." he said, opening his arms in what he hoped was an inviting gesture, and allowing his optics to rove and linger over each and every one of the femmes in front of him. Elita smiled, and walked over to stand behind Optimus.

"Team, stand down from formality. Our leader is tense, and so are we. Our duty is to relax our leader, and that duty should enable us to relax as well." She placed slender fingers on Optimus' audio processors, and slid them up the edges of his antennae with a practiced ease that belied the time that had passed since she had last done so. Optimus' head jerked, his optics shuttered, and he gasped.

Elita smiled as her team gathered round, placing slender hands on the chest, arms, and legs of their Leader, and her lover. She repeated the antenna-caress and he gasped again. Elita bent down to kiss his head, Optimus' reaction to that telling her that she need not worry that she had lost any of her touch with him.

She slid her hands slowly down his shoulders, and down onto his chest. He moaned once, quietly, happily.

She, and he, were both going to enjoy this.