**Meet thy Fate**

Note: This story combines Armada, Beast and two G1ish universes together – As well as being the final saga of three of my series: Face Thy Fears, Raptor, and Finding the Good Within…

OCs (who won't be in the end): Hunter – a 'bounty hunter' who is a loner, overly confident, arrogant bitch of a femme Seeker. SunSpot (AKA Spot) – full sister to Hunter but is the exact opposite in temperament. Basically she's a timid, soft-spoken, underconfident Seeker femme who'd like nothing better than to hide with her cloaking from everyone. Raptor – Human sparked Seeker, the original Guardian matriarch. Is almost perfect as a sneak attacker/saboteur being an F-22 – but has a temper that causes her to make serious mistakes.

Guardians: (AKA Earth mechs) An AU group I've created through many sagas. These mechs are all descendants from a human sparked Seeker. They are all built on Earth outt've a blend of technologies. They are basically a 'deeply religious sect' whom believe that they are governed directly by Primus himself. Though they take 'mates' from both Decepticons and Autobots – they refuse to join in intramech conflict due to 'religious reasons'.

Ok, you don't necessarily have to read all my other stories which lead up to this one in order to understand the flow and enjoy the action. But Raptor's fans have demanded a finality – so here it is! And guess what – every SINGLE of the OCs will not be one in the end…

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*G1ish dimension…

I gasped as pain shot through me. The explosion that I myself had initiated had overtaken me. My systems now too depleted for teleport. I was lost… I knew this..

"Go SunSpot! Take them!" I shouted. With the final measure of strength coursing through my chassis, I reached down, ripped my tail fins off and threw them to the mech lying across my sister's back.

I didn't see if he'd caught them. All I heard was the sound of her afterburners as she spent the last bit of her energy into a desperate attempt to escape. I prayed that she had. Wimpy, useless Seeker that she was – she was still family, she was still my spark blood..

I looked down as I tumbled through the thin atmosphere. Down at the Decepticon base that was now in chaos…. Today was indeed a good day to off line. And by Primus, I was going to take as many of them down with me as I could! My name would be whispered in reverence for cycles to come… For honor means more than life. The code of the warrior means life itself. And to off line in a blaze of glory is the death every mighty warrior dreams of!

Activating all the war heads on the munitions still within me, I transformed into jet mode. Helpless without my tail fins, I plummeted towards my fate.. My fate that would place me in the journals of history..

For I am a warrior, daughter of the greatest of Decepticon warriors – and as my chassis is ripped to a million shards of molten carbide and metal – my released spark rejoices in its freedom. I meet my final destiny in a blaze of glory and unwaverable bravery unmatched by any before me!

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*Armada dimension..

Raptor sighed in pleasure as she slowly stretched each of her linkages and servos in turn. It felt almost as good as when she stretched back in her human life. That stray thought triggered the familiar longing within her again. That ancient longing to hold her human children tight against her bosom…. To tell them that it would be ok now… Mineral oil tears filled her optics even as they brightened with full activation. The empty ache filling her air frame.. An ache that would never truly go away, no matter how many thousands of years had passed since she'd breathed her last breath as a human…

Arms encircled her then. Strong, powerful arms that sought to protect her from the internal torment she would forever suffer. "It is that day," was all he said.

Turning, the Guardian buried her helm into her bond mate's hood, her tears now flowing freely. Her chassis shuddered with her sobs of loss.

All he could do was hold her then. Hold her and wait for her sadness to once again fade to the back of her memory banks. The big mech gave a sad sigh as he lent her what little support he was able. His optics drifted to the large window across the room. The gaseous clouds of Earth's atmosphere drifted lazily over the rolling hills surrounding the Earth mechs primary base. It was beautiful in an organic way. A sense of timelessness seemed to keep its hold on this planet. A timelessness defined by the very Seeker in his arms. A Seeker older than the Autobot faction – yet who was forever plagued with the loss in her former life…

"Thanks Optimus, I needed that." Pulling away from him, she strolled up to the window, using its reflection to help her wipe away the evidence of her inner weakness.

"We all have old demons; sometimes they get the better of us." Standing up, he reaching over and gently stroked her wing. "You know you can always come to me."

The Earth Commander nodded, a wry smile crossing her face plate as she turned her head and met his optics. "I hear that Hotshot is doing a lot of that recently. Anything I should know about?"

Predictably, Prime shook his head and moved onto a different subject. Hotshot was having some relationship difficulties and the last thing he needed was a nosey mother-in-law getting into his business. In fact, the young mech had made him swear an oath NOT to tell this particular femme anything! And one thing Optimus prided himself in, was keeping his oaths! "We have a busy day today, are you up to it?"

"Ugggghhhh! You HAD to remind me of it," Raptor snorted with an exaggerated rolling of her optics.

Reaching next to him, Prime grabbed the buffing supplies off the table. Shoving them into her not-so-eager hand, he turned around. "Well, it was your initial idea," he replied.

"Well you should've put a hand over my mouth! You know I talk before I think!" With another disgusted snort at herself more than anything – she began to buff out the scuffs on her mate's back armor.

"Then you should put more energy into learning not to speak before you think, hmmm?" Other mechs might be afraid of spurring on her temper by teasing her like this – Prime was not. In fact, he'd learned that even if he pissed her off a bit. After she stormed around for a day cycle or two, she'd end up apologizing TO him and admit that he was right. The make up nights were simply – indescribably good! Ah, the joy of having a slightly temperamental mate….

Raptor slammed her mouth shut before she burned him right back, because simply put – the fragger was right. She just wasn't willing to put the energy into trying to change that right now. Instead, she made sure to be a little rough with the buffing rag..

Optimus just grinned, although he did enjoy those make up sessions – life was much more enjoyable when the femme chose her battles wisely. She would've lost this one and she obviously knew it. He glanced over his shoulder in amusement at his sulking mate. So very different from his first mate Skyfire… So very different….

She felt a pang then. A strange pull on her very spark! Will a surprised gasp, she dropped the buffing rags and fell to a knee, her arms wrapped protectively around her other one. The Borealis Crystals buried in her armor there pulsed wildly.. Their magnetic fields expanding so rapidly that her normal dampening systems could not compensate..

Noticing her immediate change, Prime whirled. He scanned the room with his full battle sensors as he fell to his knees next to her, his arms protectively over her intakes. "What's wrong Raptor?!?"

"I….I don't…" she gasped..

She was rudely interrupted by an image as it appeared right in front of them. A translucent hologram of a red mech looked as surprised as they were. His blue optics widened and his jaw dropping in total amazement. "It… It really works???" he gasped in wonder.

Optimus stared back at him, the battle hardened soldier already having his weapon out and ready. "Who are you?!?" he demanded to know.

Another mech appeared in the hologram. He was slightly smaller than the first, but the Autobot insignia was obvious on his red and white hood. "Another Autobot? I thought we were supposed to be calling that Matriarch or whatever she is?"

Hearing this, Raptor extended out her retracted wings, the double insignias obvious on their surface. They were using the familial term for her, and also knew how to call her using the matrix crystals. This only meant one thing. Something that filled her core with total dread… One or more of her family members had been taken to their dimension. Had told them about the crystals, how to call her if need be… And there was only one reason to call – their Guardian was either off lined or close to being so. "Who gave you the crystals?!?" she demanded, her optics narrowing to slits.

"Holy Primus, it's her Red! It really is!!" Relief seemed to fill every servo in the rather thin-built taller red mech. He looked to be some type of fire engine alt mode.

Deciding that these holographic Autobots were no threat, Prime put away his weapon. "What is this Raptor?" he asked with an arched optic ridge directed at her.

Crossing her arms, she stared at the holograms with an expectant look. "There's only one way they could call me – and that's if one of our children are in serious danger," she explained. "Now answer my question you two!" her voice was lowering into a dangerous snarl.

"Thank Primus we found you… Spot hasn't come back and…." the smaller mech apparently named 'Red' began..

"And Hunter showed up with some of our lost comrades. She went into a rage when she found out Spot had been sent out, and took off after her!" the fire engine added.

Red's voice became pleading as he leaned towards them, his translucent optics boring into theirs. "We TOLD them she wasn't a fighter! We tried to talk them out of it!"

The other nodded his head in sad agreement. "Now they're both missing, and the cons are in a flurry of activity in their quadrants! We NEED your help!"

"Sunspot? Do you mean Sunspot???" Raptor's tone changed to one of intense concern.

"Yes, and Hunter said they were sisters or something… Well, screamed something like that.." Inferno replied.

"Is this 'Hunter' a silver-tipped Seeker-type, with a bit of a superiority complex?" Prime asked. He squeezed Raptor's wing as he did so. They'd both worried greatly when those two Seekers had been 'taken' by Primus. Neither one was ready or able for that kind of responsibility!

"Uh, yeah, I think that's how they described her personality. She was a bounty hunter or something." The fire engine gave them a shrug.

The worst scenario…. Primus it was the worst! Grinding her dental plates against each other, Raptor knew they had to go. "Does your Prime know about the Borealis Crystals?" she asked.

They both shook their heads. "Spot told us. She's our bond mate and all. So we kind've snuck the new crystal into the matrix. That's how we got the spent one," Red explained.

Well, at least SunSpot had finally started dating mechs. And they seemed to be fairly loving ones. But there wasn't time to spare; she'd get the full story when she arrived. "I need you to keep the depleted one near the repowered matrix. That's the only way I can track your dimension."

"Well, I guess I can make some kind of excuse to hang around him for a while. Um, how long do I need to?" the fire engine asked.

Raptor shrugged. "At least one day cycle."

With that, the hologram faded out…….

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*Back to G1ish dimension….

"I thought you checked those yesterday?" Optimus asked as the mech walked by him again.

Climbing a ladder, Inferno fumbled around with some of the wiring around the smoke detector imbedded in the ceiling above the main control room. "I only checked the fire suppressant equipment, not the sensors. I need to make sure that they meet code."

Prime shook his head and turned his attention to other things, like the fact that the young con Seeker hadn't shown back up yet with the Autobots she was sent to rescue. "Any more information on the Decepticon frequencies?" he asked Blaster.

"Oh, they're riled up like a nest o'cyberwasps right now! Apparently, they took down either Spot or Hunter during the surprise raid – but lost almost an entire base doin' it. That's a heck of a party!" the communications specialist was humming in excitement over the whole thing. He'd have loved to have seen the battle! Being in it would've been even better!

"But nothing else?" Optimus asked.

"Nope… Nada… Nothing…They're still searching for the other one."

Ultra Magnus patted Prime's shoulder armor. "Well if it's Spot that survived – they'll have a heck of a time finding that Guardian." After all, she'd wandered throughout the Autobot base for many tens of day cycles without being tracked down hadn't she? She was a true master spy – that one!

The big red mech put his head on his servo, regret plainly on his face plate. "I wish I'd believed her – I wouldn't have sent her!"

"It was such a crazy story, who would've believed it?" Prowl replied, his voice as steady as his optics. He still had no qualms about sending the Guardian to prove her loyalty to them. Even with Hunter returning their lost mechs and showing up with actual Autobot sired offspring of those mechs – he had no qualms…. The Guardians were built to fight, plain and simple. Built to sneak in and jerk those prisoners out right under Megatron's olfactory sensor!

"Those that listen with open metas would've believed," a deep baritone voice said from behind them. In the blink of an optic, the room was filled with a mix of alien designed mechs as they appeared and took control of every Autobot in the room. Before any of them could even react, the sounds of transformation filled the large hall, as a powerful combiner mech seemingly appeared from out of nowhere and then separated into his separate components.

The femme who'd been his jet 'backpack' leapt up into the air, coming down on top of the Autobot leader, pinning beneath her with a laser sword held to his throat. "You deserve a beating for sending a fucking civilian into a combat situation against hardened troops!" she snarled as she pressed the blade tighter against his neck….. Her face plate nothing but a sheet of pure rage….

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