Airachnid and Flamewar

"The boy-crazy-flirt Airachnid seems like a good choice. Pity I can't have her and Arcee. Their rivalry is too much for my power to overcome at the moment," You said. "Perhaps later with more lifestones and experience?

Callie walked in with another PADD, saying, "Then it's good that I came in. If you don't mind a recolor, then recruit Flamewar. She's obsessed with Arcee, to the point where she redesigned herself to look and fight like her, all so the female Decepticon can one day destroy the Autobot."

"So... Since I can't get the original, get a fanatic stalker instead?" you asked with a puzzled look before shrugging. "Roll, how fast can you make a cure for Airachnid's Energon-vampirism?"

Roll crossed her arms and looked down in though, calculating the odds and time. "If I have no other projects? A few days. A quick and dirty cure is to drain her of all energon and have Callista cure the Vampire part from her body before we restore her energy levels."

You looked back at Callie and asked, "And Flamewar?"

"She's hiding on Earth and low on energon. One of our lifestones can fill her right up. All we have to do is promise her and Airachnid that they can play with Arcee, once we capture her," Callie cooed as she rubbed the side of your face.

"Would it lead to Arcee being one of my harem?" You asked.

"At the moment? No. Maybe if they or us break her? Perhaps," Roll answered.

You nodded. "Then who joins us first?"

Using a holographic rider to hide the fact she was a Decepticon, Flamewar was riding through the backroads of north America, seeking out whatever energon sources she could detect. Most either were near empty or in the process of being contained by either Autobots, humans, or defected Vehicons. Once, she thought she found Starscream, but she couldn't be too certain.

Looking at her energy level and how close it was to bottoming out, Flamewar rode into an abandoned roadside garage and muttered, "Is this how I end? Dying from Stasis Lock and Arcee gets to live?"

A voice answered, "Join me and I promise that Arcee's fate will be in your hands."

Transforming to her robot mode, Flamewar growled, "Show yourself!"

So you walked into view, carrying a lifestone, one secretly enchanted with an obedience spell. You held it up to her and said, "Here's a gift, regardless of if you join me or not."

After scanning it, she said, "That's not energon, but it can fill me up? What the scrap is it?"

"A lifestone. It has many uses," You answered. "Like recharging beings like you."

Flamewar stared at you for a few moments before snatching the lifestone and eating it. She smiled and cackled as her energy level went back to 100 percent. "Well, Well! With stuff like your lifestones, I guess I can join you for a little bit."

You nodded before opening a portal. As you and Flamewar walked through it, you asked, "Have you ever met someone named Airachnid?"

"No, but I've heard of her. She wants Arcee, just like me. But only I will defeat her. So poor little Airachnid will have to settle for hunting cute boys... Heh, maybe she can settle for you?" Flamewar answered. Once in your castle, she muttered, "Nice place. Mostly stone, but with some tech. Not too sure if it's up to Cybertronian standards or not."

"A good amount of it is re-purposed Gordanian tech," you answered. "They tried to enslave one of my forces, so I allowed her to commit guerrilla warfare on them as long as we get their tech afterwords."

"Interesting..." Flamewar muttered, studying you. After a few moments, she said, "I need some maintenance done, but I can do it myself. Do you have a repair bay?"

"I'm leading you there, Miss...?" you replied.

"Flamewar. You?" Flamewar asked.

"Overlord. My original name has otherwise been lost to time," You answered.

"Huh..." Flamewar muttered before you lead her into Roll's lab. Seeing that the place was pretty much tech, she said, "Nice."

"This also is Roll's lab. Though she looks human, she is a robot. I did not create her, but I did recruit her. She's quite skilled with repairs and modifications, as she's used herself as a test subject," You said as Flamewar sat on a table, grabbed some tools, and began to take off parts of her armor.

"Then I can trust her to help repair me," Flamewar quietly said to herself. She hen asked,"Where is she?"

"Here!" Roll said as she walked in, pushing a cart of repair tools that Flamewar was more familiar with.

"Not quite a diagnostic droid, but you'll do," Flamewar muttered.

"I'll leave you two on your way. Once you're done, Roll, please seek out Arcee for Flamewar," You said before you left, knowing that Roll would finish reprogramming Flamewar into your personal motorcycle.

Roll didn't need to be reminded to reprogram Flamewar to better suit you. After all, Flamewar was a Decepticon. You had little need for a Starscream in your ranks.

Airachnid was in the middle of draining energon from one of the insecticons when a portal opened up and a human in armor walked out.

Airachnid stared at you for a few moments, contemplating on either killing you right away, torturing you, or having you as her king until she got bored of you and kills you.

Then you held up a lifestone, letting her scan it. When she gasped at how much energy was in it, you tossed it at her. She grabbed it and ate it immediately. Like with the one with Flamewar, it had an obedience spell. Unlike Flamewar's, the spell was much stronger.

You once dealt with vampires and promised yourself that you wouldn't half-ass it the next time you encountered one.

After a few moments, you said, "I can cure your energon-vampire virus."

Readying her weapons and minions, Airachnid asked, "How?"

"One cure we have is to flood your systems with lifestones, the thing you ate. The Lifestones would be charged with a special frequency to purify your body of the energon vampire virus and would destroy and then restore the parts that are too afflicted by the virus," you answered.

"And if I'm too far gone?" Airachnid asked. There was a touch of worry and distrust.

"Then you'd be supplied with more lifestones for as long as you are in my forces," you replied as she walked over to you with a sexy sway. "but if that cure is not to your liking, we can look for more possible cures."

"Oh, such a thoughtful darling. I'll use my insecticons to test out the cures. After all, I can have them make more of each other," Airachnid asked before accepting the bag and eating them one by one.

You nodded. "Right. After all, the insecticons might be numerous, but there is only one of you, my deadly beauty."

"So what are lifestones?" Airachnid asked.

"Lifestones are either created by sacrificing a life or by sex between a man and a woman under certain conditions," You answered.

Airachnid stared at you for a little bit before she smiled. Not an evil smile, but a flirty one. Airachnid said, "Oh ho ho ho! Such a hunk, giving me unlimited tasty gems, pretty words, and the promise of sex! I offer my hand in marriage, mr...?"

"Call me Overlord," You answered, producing more lifestones in a large bag and handing it to her.

"Oh, such a thoughtful darling. Will you really please consider marring me, Overlord?" Airachnid asked.

"I'll consider it. There are other women who are competing for my hand. Some are teaming up," You answered as you made the portal bigger. "Oh, before I forget. I have people working to find Arcee, so you and Flamewar can have some fun with her."

Airachnid evilly giggled, "Even if I have to share you and her, I get what I want."

Once you led her and the Insecticons through the portal, you said, "This is one of the larger caves I own, right under my castle, I assume you and your Insecticons need the space."

Airachnid asked, "And when will Flamewar and I get to play with Arcee?"

"When we find her. Once we do, we'll set up a special room, just for you three," You answered.

Airachnid picked you up, took off your helmet and kissed you all over your face. Once she was done, she put your helmet back on, placed you back down and cooed, "Is there an upgrade lab nearby? I think I might need to upgrade myself, just for your pleasure."

"Ask for Roll. She's my head researcher for tech," you replied, glad that your helmet hid your perverted grin. 'Two hot transformers for the price of one.'