#Autobot Slash

[theaussieva]

Hey! Guess what? I’ve uploaded a new dub on my channel! Go check it out!

Thank you @pandacronic-art for letting me voiceover your work! It’s amazing!

I’d also love to thank @ciipher-arts for voicing Slash in this video, you make the perfect little reptilian gremlin!

[acquired-stardust]

Transformers: Devastation PC 2015

[pocoslip]

Showing off all the Female Transformers I have so far I think because I'm Excited for Solus Prime

(I do wish she is Voyager Sized because she looks Too Short but thats fine)

[raurquiz]

#otd #transformers #thelastknight #autobot #darkknight #optimusprime #bumblebee #hound #dinobot #grimlock #slash #scorn #decepticon #megatron #nemesisprime #berseker #barricade #actionfigures @Hasbro @takaratomytoys

[yuukirita]

Loveeee the Deceptibee AU :DDD Lovely arts too!!

Also the blood thirsty tag yessss people need to see how DOWN Bee was with killing the moment he got his knife-hands.

Guy isolated for god knows how long, got some cool weapons and just began slashing, don’t let that cute face fool you!! He bites!!!

I imagine Bee in this AU is much, MUCH more prone to violence in like a very child-like way since he doesn’t have Optimus around to teach him temperance, Megatron is just glad Bee knows how to defend himself at this point.

Ah yes- em just give me a moment. Where is my pen- Ah!

Bee's gonna kill a few autobots.

He's conflicted about it- just a little bit. Because that's Optimus Prime's team... and he's friends with that guy.

And it's not like he's cruel about it or anything. He's quick and efficient. He doesn't PLAN to murder them... it just sorta happened. They were talking. There was a fight. First guy that went down it was an accident. He swears. His knife hand just activated on its own! Reflex. Oopsie. He tried to say sorry but they were all on him and he didn't have a choice now did he?

He's just a little guy.

[novafire-is-thinking]

Transformers: Prime Decepticons - Hands

So, I was looking at hands, as one does when they’re bored, and I noticed a few things:

Every single ‘Con has claws, except Soundwave and Breakdown.

Megatron, Starscream, Shockwave, Dreadwing, Skyquake, Knockout, and Airachnid have 5 fingers.

Soundwave, Breakdown, Insecticons, Predaking, Darksteel, and Skylynx have 4 fingers.

Vehicons only have 3 fingers.

Predacon claws are flawless in form and aesthetic.

While I know Soundwave has spindly fingers for practical reasons, it’s the perfect symbolic representation of how he declawed himself for the sake of the Cause, giving up much of his power to follow Megatron.

Kudos to the character designers for crafting each Decepticon’s hands to match their function:

Megatron, Dreadwing, Skyquake: Sharp and wide for various combat situations

Soundwave: Thin and straight for work with computers and tech

Starscream: Light and “bony,” perfect for a flight frame

Shockwave, Knockout, and Airachnid: Sharp and delicate for scientific and/or medical work

Breakdown: Wide and blunt for brute force attacks

Vehicons: Useless

Insecticons: Wide and curved for digging and slashing

Predacons: Sharp with additional armor plating for evisceration (help I love this word so much)

The Autobots could only dream of having hands this masterfully crafted ✨

[sleepisapriviligethatidonthave]

Fir the MegOp request: TFA Megatron reaction that TFA Optimus is a space bridge repair worker

Finally I found your ask! I spent a century combing through my notifications XD

Aaaaanyways, here it is! Hope you like it ^^

Megatron swung his swords at the Prime, missing by a wire’s breath when the Autobot ducked and returned the attack in kind. It was a familiar song and dance for the warlord by now, though usually their fights were not so… private.

As luck would have it, both of them had answered an energy anomaly in the forest near Detroit. It had been a rather pleasant surprise to find the young Prime all by his lonesome right after locating the Allspark fragment in the middle of a small clearing in said woods.

“Not too shabby, Autobot. A few more millennia and you might stand a chance at defeating me!” he mocked as he kicked his opponent to the ground. It was almost too easy sometimes, but the Prime always pulled through one way or another.

“I have a name!” snapped Optimus as he rolled just out of reach of Megatron’s pede which left a small crater right where he had been a moment ago, “I am Optimus Prime, and you ought to remember that!” he growled and slashed with his axe at the pede, only grazing the thick warframe armour. Megatron couldn’t help but laugh at the feeble attempt to injure him.

It was always fun to see his enemies infuriated at the fact that he didn’t know their names. He did, but one thing he had learned early on in his gladiatorial career was that an unconcentrated opponent was a weak one. That practice of his had helped him all throughout the war and even after that. It wasn’t often that he met an opponent that kept their cool so well in the face of such disrespect.

“Ah, yes, the rank of Prime. The standards for it have fall quite a bit, haven’t they?” he chuckled with a smirk and parried the angry swing aimed at his helm, throwing the Autobot into the air. Megatron watched with a hint of surprise as his foe flipped in the air and landed square on his pedes, ready to resume their fight. “Or maybe not.” he muttered to himself and went in for another attack.

Few survived an encounter with him and lived long enough to tell the tale. Even fewer willingly went against him again, which made fighting the young mech such a delight.

The little Prime never ceased to surprise. He was always so resourceful and selfless – two qualities he had long believed to be extinct when it came to Autobots. He fought rather rigidly, yes, but he knew when to change tactics in order to secure an advantage. That, he could respect, he could use. If only the Prime wasn’t so foolishly loyal to his rusted cause.

Optimus dodged blaster fire with ease as he shot a grappling hook at one of Megatron’s swords, attempting to seize it.

Megatron grabbed the chord and pulled, sending Prime once again flying through the open sky, but this time luck was not on his side. He smashed against a tree, with a loud crack before falling to the ground, heaving.

“You Autobots never learn, do you? You can not defeat me, even the best of you.” he knew that praising him was a contradictive move, but he had earned it.

It came as a surprise to hear the Prime snort and try to stifle a chuckle.

“What’s so funny, Autobot?” the reaction puzzled him. He was about to be offlined and yet here he was, laughing like Megatron had told him the funniest joke in the galaxy.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really. It’s just that, if you really think that an academy washout, space bridge technician is ‘one of the best’, then it’s not the Autobots’ standard that has fallen.” snickered Optimus as he looked up at Megatron with a slag eating grin.

The warlord froze in place, his CPU attempting and failing to process the new information.

“What?”

Optimus laughed even harder, wincing when his vents, damaged by the hit he took, expelled a wheezing sound.

Megatron pressed the tip of one of his swords right against the Autobot’s main fuel line, effectively silencing him. “Explain yourself, now.” he growled menacingly.

“What exactly is there to explain? I already told you the truth. I’m not a fully fledged Prime. Officially I’m not even considered a warrior, no one on my team is. We’re space bridge technicians. Our job was to travel around the corners of the galaxy and repair the Autobot space bridge network.”

Megatron looked at the Prime in disbelief, every interaction they had ever had, replaying itself in the warlord’s mind as small, incongruous details about the team of Autobots slotted themselves into place to finally reveal the horrific truth.

They were no warriors, they were civilians who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. That was why the Elite Guard had done next to nothing to help them. To the great Autobot machine they were fodder, disposable.

Disgust and hatred flashed through Megatron’s field, making Optimus flinch minutely when his own tense one came into contact with his.

This changed everything and nothing at the same time which only infuriated Megatron even more. It was dishonourable to fight against someone who could not face you properly in battle, who was not a warrior. It was Descepticon code, something he himself had put into place to prevent unnecessary carnage in the name of keeping Cybertron populated. Overtime, even the worst of the Descepticons had accepted it as law, even he himself had begun to view it as something on which his honour depended.

And here he was tarnishing it in the worst way imaginable.

“You know, if you ask me, I would much rather fight Cons for the rest of my life than go back to the most boring job in the universe.”

Immediately, Megatron’s helm snapped to the location of the voice only to see the bright yellow Autobot speedster sitting on a tree stump, looking at the bots before him while twirling the forgotten Allspark fragment in his servos.

“Personally, I’d rather be a space bridge technician. Bossbot is right, we aren’t warriors, and I’ll be more than happy to go back to doing what I signed up for.” came the voice of the big green Autobot from the other side of the clearing.

“Quit yer whining, will ya? We still need to save Optimus from Buckethead!” barked the team’s medic as he primed his magnets.

“I do not believe Optimus needs our saving.” chimed in the ninja bot who appeared from behind a tree.

Megatron took in all of the newly gathered Autobots, ignoring the last comment. Before, all he saw was a bunch of low-class warriors with lacking training, but now, he saw them for what they really were. It was so obvious in hindsight, he wanted to kick himself for missing it.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Prowl, I really appreciate it.” Megatron snapped his attention back to his original foe, having thought him incapacitated. Clearly, he had miscalculated again, as a spray of foam hit his faceplates, completely blinding him. He tried moving back, only for his pedes to be restrained in Prime’s grappling hook.

Megatron fell backwards with a grunt. As he tried to regain his sight, he could hear the commotion around him.

“Let’s go before he gets back up and hunts us down!” yelled Optimus. His command was met with no complaints and soon enough Megatron found himself alone on the clearing.

He growled and muttered curses as he cut the chord around his pedes. The mission had been a disaster. Of course, he could give chase to the Autobots and try to retrieve the Allspark fragment, but ultimately decided against it.

Once he finally deemed himself presentable, he gave one last glance to the direction in which the Autobot team retreated, sighed, and began the journey back to the Descepticon hideout. He was in no mood to rush back just to deal with his subordinates, so he opted to walk. That way he had some time to mull over the new information he had obtained and formulate a plan…

And think of a way to break the news to his Descepticons without causing a riot.

[pastelwoolfie]

raise your hand if you like old man yaoi!! ✋✋✋

good GOD i love optiratch like hrrrrgrgrgrgrggg I LOVE THEM🫶🫶🫶

(it’s headcannon timeeee)

ratchet (the ookiest pookie) was born to be a medic, right? cybertronians have different frame types, we know this, there’s grounders, seekers, racers, two-wheelers, war frames, etc etc we know this!! i like to think that a bot can be born in a medic frame - that means more dexterous/nimble and sensitive servos, sharper optics, additional system processings/knowledge retention capacity to account for All That Knowledge they need to know to be a medic. a bot born to be a medic is a bot known to be a medic, which ratchet was. he was born a medic and became a phenomenal one. that doesn’t mean non-medic frames can’t be medics, though! knockout was born a racer, but he became a physician. medic-borns can also be really really bad doctors!

more about ratchet though. this post is about ratchet.

born to be a medic, he went to medical school. as one does. and fresh out of school, just starting up his work, BOOM there’s a war. obviously this doesn’t take him by surprise - his college roommate was an activist-slash-archivist-slash-his-crush-slash-protestor, renown Good Guy orion pax. he was literally there when he became a prime!! he had met megatron, awesome gladiator extraordinaire, and was all ‘oh he’s so violent’!! already being close with optimus meant he was immediately enlisted to the autobot cause. he was so ready to join the autobot cause. in fact, it was his joining the autobot cause that convinced many others to join. do-gooder, no-nonsense medic ratchet, top-of-his-class, kind-sparked ratchet wants to join the autobots? oh, good golly!! i should join him too!! if he’s an autobot, the cause must be worthwhile, right?

ratchet never got to experience that normal childhood most cybertronians have. he was medic-born, after all. he was raised with that always in mind, that pressure of healing others always there, and he simply grew into it.

thats why he’s so lost after the war’s end. it is literally almost all he knows - and the parts of his life that weren’t seeped in war and revolution and politics (he hates politics so much, but he was unfortunately involved in them) he spent training to be a doctor, surrounded by illness and injury.

ratchet does not know how to relax. he just doesn’t get it.

yap sesh over 👍

[selanaris]

Batfam x Transformers ideas

I saw some back and forth between @cao-the-dreamer and @yes-i-write-fanfiction and it encouraged me to post up some of my ideas I had

The Signal (Duke Thomas) in TFP

The Signal is the one meta bat in Gotham. Basically, the idea is that he is in jasper on an undercover assignment to investigate the bots and cons there. it's his first solo mission of large-scale. (Albeit one with many training wheels) he is being set up as a national exchange with Miko.

The funny part is that Duke is most known in his siblings for never being caught, so all the adults assume he is a good child. At first Miko is annoyed at the new exchange, thinking he is kinda stuck up and quiet, but seeing a vehicon and autobot chase with her and bulkhead and two vehicons then out of nowhere, one con gets YOINKED back and it's signal with his kama/blade-chucks He slashes the tires and goes to the next con. even when the cons transform, he is able to use his kama like grapples to bring him up and take them down, going for eyes and necks.

His identity doesn't immediately give away the others. Of course, he doesn't give it away, and Duke and Signal are never connected. Bots are like, "As a human, you should stay out of this war"

"As a human, with extraterrestrials having a war on earth. I should be involved. And you can not stop me."

Ratchet is VERY facinated in Signals powers, Able to control, move through, and see any light or shadow on any spectrum.

Signal's identity is revealed when Duke and Miko are captured.

OF COURSE

They get out and back home right as the bots were getting ready to leave. Miko became even more of a ln adrenaline junky

"I WANT TO BE A SUPER HERO TOO!"

"Uh... no no no, nope, denied. And I'm a vigilante, so what I'm doing is against the law"

(Arcee in the back, "Great, we're harboring a criminal.")

Signal is trying hard to ignore Miko's constant question for him to train her. Her only talking about the cool, awesome stuff she could do. Eventually, he will snap at her when she puts herself in danger, and then she says, "wouldn't of happened if you trained me."

"No. It still would of happened. It could happen even more if I trained you. You don't become a hero because it's cool or awesome. And those who do don't last. I've been doing this for almost a year, and I've already seen more there than I've seen with the autobots. People get hurt Miko... and when you have the power to do something... it will always feel like it's your fault...."

(That's what I have so far, the other idea is Batman Beyond and TFA to post later)

[in1-nutshell]

Hello! Hope you’re doing well! Do you mind doing a scenario where what if TFP Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Arcee, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee encountered and being attacked by a Decepticon with a vampire-like abilities. Like they got a fang-like needle mechanic in their mouth that allowed them to bite into the armour of other Cybertronians and allowed them to suck the Energon out of them?

Not going to lie, I pictured a Sparkeater when I read the needle bit. This does mention the Bots getting attacked, per request. If this isn't what you wanted please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Arcee, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee being attacked by Decepticon with Vampire like abilities.

SFW, mentions of needles, nothing graphic, everyone survives, Cybertronian reader

TFP

This Con was almost considered an urban myth amongst the Autobot ranks.

Something to scare the new recruits into making sure that they came back to base at curfew rather than later.

It wasn’t until they came to Earth that they realized that these rumors were true.

Optimus Prime

Optimus had been taking a drive with Agent Fowler when the attack happened.

They had been driving through a more forested part of the planet. Prime doesn’t remember where exactly, but he remembered a lot of greenery around him.

Something had hit him on his side in vehicle form which caused him to involuntarily transform. He made sure that Fowler was safe from the impact before putting him down on the ground.

“What in the name of Uncle Sam’s pants was that Prime!?”—Agent Fowler

“I am not sure Agent Fowler. But I fear we are not alone here.”--Optimus

“I could have told you that.”—Agent Fowler

“I highly recommend you to call in the base—”--Optimus

BANG!

That’s when the next round of hits came in.

The worst part was that the Prime couldn’t see who his assailant was. If this was the act of red energon, it wouldn’t have last this long.

He remembered the pain he felt when something slashed into this neckcables.

Luckily, he managed to get one good punch on his assailant. Fowler in the meantime was trying to get in contact with the team. The assailant tumbled back from the force of the punch, Prime managed to get a good look at the thing that caused him the damage.

Optimus could feel the energon from his neckcables drip down his frame at an alarming rate. The unfamiliar bot stood in front of him, Prime would have given a full report on the description, if his vision wasn’t getting fuzzy and getting darker.

He did, however, see the biolights of a purple Decepticon insignia before he fell to the ground, and everything went dark.

When he woke up, he was back at the base the first thing he saw was Ratchet’s worried face looking straight at him.

The second thing he saw was Fowler looking down at him with a grim expression on his face.

“Welcome back to the land of the living Prime.”—Agent Fowler

“Wha—”--OPtimus

“Yip, yip, no talking. You lost an alarming amount of energon. Just rest Optimus. Everything is okay now.”--Ratchet

He would have had a relatively peaceful recharge… if the haunting biolight wouldn’t have been the first thing he saw in his dream state.

Ratchet

Ratchet was out on a mission with Optimus when the attack happened.

They had been looking for any traces of energon near the bottom of one of the gorges near the base.

Then it happened.

“I don’t think that there is any energon here Optimus.”--Ratchet

“Let us search the next bend. The readings suggested this area has at least one deposit somewhere here.”--Optimus

“Well might I suggest—”--Ratchet

BANG!

Ratchet was suddenly attacked from behind and thrown into the canyon wall. Before Prime could have reacted, he too was thrown in the opposite direction at incredible speed.

Ratchet tried to get up, but his vision was suddenly filled by a series of purple biolights and a shot of pain in his neckcables.

He screamed in pain as he felt the energon gush out of his frame. Ratchet could tell the amount of energon he was losing was at an exponential rate, if he didn’t get this this off him, he wasn’t going to make it.

The biolights quickly went away as Prime literally ripped his offender off him.

The offender quickly ran into the shadows and disappeared.

The last thing Ratchet remembered seeing was the ground coming towards his face before he was caught in someone’s arms.

Everything went dark.

When he woke up the first thing, he saw was Raf’s little worried face looking at him like he was about to cry.

“H-hey Ratchet. You’re okay!”--Raf

“Hmm…”--Ratchet

“It is all right old friend. You may rest now.”--Optimus

“Hrm…”--Ratchet

“Rest.”--Optimus

Ratchet smiled tiredly before falling into restless recharge.

Arcee

Was patrolling with Wheeljack and Bulkhead when the attack occurred.

The trio had been looking though a wooded area after receiving a destress signal.

“I don’t like this.”--Arcee

“You don’t like any of these distress signals.”--Bulkhead

“But she does have a point Bulk. We’ve been here for about an hour, yet nothing.”--Wheeljack

“So, it’s a trap?”--Bulkhead

“Most likey—”--Arcee

THWANG!

Something had literally launched Arcee into the air.

Before she could register what happened she was kicked straight down to the muddy earth below.

Everything was ringing.

Arcee tried to see what was happening through her shaky vision. She could see Wheeljack and Bulkhead trying to fight someone with little luck.

Or fighting something.

She was suddenly picked up by her neckcables and felt a searing pain come down on them. Through her weakening strength she tried to fight back, but it made her more sluggish than before.

The sudden grip on her neckcable was gone in an instance as she tumbled to the ground.

Arcee remembered hearing more clashes of metal, someone picking her up while saying something before she blacked out.

When she woke up, she saw a sleeping Jack near her servo and a worried Wheeljack and Bulkhead looming over her.

“Hey ‘Cee.”--Bulkhead

“Hey…”--Arcee

“Hey don’t talk too much. Ratchet will have our metal hides if he hears you talking.”--Wheeljack

“Hmm.”--Arcee

“Take a nap. You earned it.”--Bulkhead

She gave a tired smile before going back to recharge. But it wasn’t without seeing the evil flash of biolights.

Bulkhead

Bulkhead was coming back from Dune bashing with Miko when the attack happened.

Bulkhead had transformed to give them both a break.

Miko sat down taking a breather when Bulkhead was suddenly thrown back at top speed.

BANG!

“BULKHEAD!”--Miko

“Miko! Get out of here!”--Bulkhead

“But what about you!”--Miko

“Just goooAAAAAHHH!”--Bulkhead

Miko quickly got up and activated the Apex armor.

She saw some weird looking bot on top of Bulkhead while Bulkhead was squirming underneath them.

Miko didn’t know why Bulkhead wasn’t tossing the stranger like a rag doll but seeing his weakening movement told her something was wrong.

Miko ran as fast as she could and punched the bot off Bulkhead sending it flying several feet back. The strange bot hissed before disappearing into the dunes.

Bulkhead groaned, alerting her.

Miko quickly commed in the base and hosted her guardian on her shoulders as the ground bridge opened.

Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus came out running helping Miko with Bulkhead and back to the base.

Bulkhead, still conscious, began mumbling about the strange bot as they made it to base.

Once Bulkhead was on the medslab, Ratchet put him in temporary stasis.

“Ermm..”--Bulkhead

“Yip, yip, no more moving for you. I’m putting you in temporary stasis to help treat your wounds better.”--Ratchet

“But Ratchet—”--Bulkhead

“Hey! No more talking! Listen to Doc-bot.”--Wheeljack

“Don’t call me that!”--Ratchet

“Just take a nap Bulk. We can talk about it when you’re better.”--Miko

“Miko—”--Bulkhead

“Rest soldier. For now, you rest.”—Ultra Magnus

The last thing he saw was Miko wishing him sweet dreams. The first thing he saw in his dream was the taunting biolights above him.

Bumblebee

It was him and Smokescreen on patrol in a cavern a couple Klicks from an old energon deposit.

They had decided to split for a moment to see what was going to the two separate paths in the cavern.

“There’re two paths here. We should split up!”--Smokescreen

“Beep bep? (Are you sure? That doesn’t seem like a good idea.)”--Bumblebee

“Oh, c’mon Bee. Live a little, anyways we’re only a scream away from each other.”--Smokescreen

“Beep ber bep (This isn’t going to end well…)”--Bumblebee

“Say whatever—”--Smokescreen

Rock cavern starts caving in front of Smokescreen’s path.

“BEEP! BEP—(SMOKESCREEN! SMOKESCREEN ARE YOU--)”--Bumblebee

BANG!

Something rushed into him causing him to crash face first into the stone wall.

He suddenly felt something stab into the make of his neck cables. Bumblebee remembered screaming at the pain shooting up through his spinal struts. He doesn’t remember how long he screamed or for how long the pain lasted because he passed out soon after.

He didn’t know how, but he woke up in the base.

His limbs felt like lead and couldn’t move, he could only barely online his optics.

“Hey Bee.”--Smokescreen

“Be—”--Bumblebee

“Shh! Ratchet will have my backside if he saw you talking to me! And you don’t want to wake the little guy either.”--Smokescreen

Bee looking down on his chassis to see Raf curled up sleeping quietly.

“Just sleep Bee. We’ll talk about it later.”--Smokescreen

Bee nodding slightly.

Bumblebee slowly offlined his optics, hoping for some peaceful sleep. He was met with the vision of overwhelming biolights and giant needles digging into his neckcables.

[imadeitworseyourwelcome]

TFP Predacon Smokescreen AU

Part 2: New Recruit

Smokscreen jolted awake to a sudden impact. He shot his arms out, bracing himself against the close walls- Where-? What was going on??

It took him a moment to remember, he was in an escape pod- and it was hitting ground. Hard.

He gritted his teeth, the pod violently shook as it bounced across the ground before finally skidding to a halt.

He let out a sigh of relief, he had escaped and survived the pod crashing to... well, wherever he was now.

He reached over and pushed at the hatch, but it didn't budge.

He tried again, more forceful this time. The metal creaked, but the door remained sealed tight. He let out a frustrated growl, it must have been damaged during the crash.

He grumbled to himself, "Able to escape the ship, but can't get out of the escape pod," He seemed to have bad luck with things that have 'pod' in the name...

He transformed one of his hands into a gun, but winced as the transformation hitched part way and pain shot through him as there was an audible snap. He paused a moment to let it dissipate.

...Right. That's... an issue.

He hissed in pain as the final pieces clicked into place, completing the transformation. The pain had faded, but it still ached with every movement.

He took aim at the opposite wall and fired a burst of quick shots. The metal warped and glowed hot.

"Now that should be weak enough to-" He kicked where he had shot, and with a loud crack the hatch flew off.

He slowly peaked up out of the opening. Glancing around, there was no one in immediate vicinity.

He slowly climbed out of the wreckage, still on high alert. He made his way into the treeline and ducked behind some foliage for cover. He kept his gun out, just incase.

He needed to get his bearings, then he'd figure out what to do next.

A bright flash of green light caught his attention, a portal formed near the crash site.

He stayed low, watching as four bots leapt through the portal, taking a defensive formation. They cautiously approached the wreckage.

The smallest bot reached out to the side of the escape pod, brushing away charred debris to reveal a symbol.

It did not match the badge they wore.

He couldn't hear what they were saying from where he was, but could see the tallest was speaking.

As he strained to hear, something else caught his attention. Fast approaching were roaring engines and a cacophony of wing beats. He turned to see a large group of flyers and insecticons coming their way.

He tensed, hoping he was deep enough into the woods that he wouldn't be seen.

His silver colouring was great camouflage on cybertron, but not so much on this lush green planet.

He'd rather not risk a fight given his current situation. Fighting with his claws was easier than his fists.

They transformed as they landed, immediately open firing on the small group.

The badges the attackers wore matched the marking on the escape pod.

Decepticons.

His hand absently drifted to the badge on his chest, the one the old bot had given him.

The first four were autobots.

Though outnumbered and taken by surprise, the autobots were not deterred. They engaged their attackers, quickly moving into a strategic formation. The large red bot positioned himself at the front of their group.

The insecticons flew closer, transforming and grappling the largest bot. As he fended them off, he strayed from the front of the group.

Seeing the opening, another insecticon charged the white and red bot armed only with a knife, ramming him into a rock.

Before any further damage could be done, the smallest bot jumped to their aid. Launching themself at the insecticon, landing a solid punch to their face. Its attention immediately shifted to her, slashing and grabbing.

The small bot twisted through the insecticons claws, kicking off their face leaving them stunned.

The yellow bot moved up to support and their combined barrage of shots took it down.

They were a strong team.

I hope I don't regret this.

He snuck along side the battlefield, until he was behind the smaller group.

If he could just get rid of this mode lock...

He stalked closer, darting from cover to cover.

He didn't want to do what the old bot had asked of him. But he really didn't have a choice.

He wished he knew more about who he was going to be helping... if they even deserved his help. If they weren't... well, he'd have to cross that bridge when he came to it.

The autobots remained focused on the battle ahead of them, unaware of his approach.

He didn't want to spook them and end up shot, but the only other option he saw was approaching from the same side as their attackers. And that was certain to get him shot.

He let out a quiet vent, he didn't like this but he didn't see away around it.

Of the four bots, he chose his target carefully. Well, more so he ruled the rest out.

The best option to not get shot would be the red and white one, as it appeared they had no guns. But they kept to the center of the group. Likely meaning they were important to the rest, or a weak fighter.

The smallest one was moving around too much, quickly supporting anyone who needed an extra fist or blaster.

The tall red one was practically surrounded at all times. It seems most of the decepticons were focusing on them.

That left one option.

The yellow bot was peaking up from behind a rock, fire a burst of shots then ducking back down as the enemy returned fire.

Smokescreen silently slunk towards them, as he made it to their side still undetected, he greeted,  "Looks like you could use a hand,"

The bot let out a surprised BWEE-! noise as they whipped to face him, wrist guns ready to fire.

"Hey- hey! Friendly," Smokescreen quickly assured them, pointing to the badge on his chest.

The yellow bot visibly relaxed at the sight of it.

They made some more beeping and clicking noises, but he couldn't decrypt their meaning.

"...Uh,"

They made two more loud beeps, before jumping up again to fire. That Smokescreen understood. He followed their lead, shooting where they shot. Pushing the insecticons and fliers away from their teammates.

He felt an odd pressure building in his transformed arm as he fired. He brushed it off as a result of the mode lock fighting to keep him in his bot mode, not giving it a second thought. Until with a pop- his aim was violently tugged to the side as his gun forcefully snapped back into his hand mode.

"Scrap," He hissed in pain, gripping his arm trying to ignore it. His eyes tracked the the stray blaster bolt as it sailed off course, striking the pool of energon leaking from the escape pod.

Well, at least it didn't hit an autobot.

The pool flickered and sparked, quickly catching alight. Fire raced along the trail towards the pod.

"Fall back!" The tall red one ordered urgently.

Smokescreen followed the autobots' panicked retreat, ducking behind the boulder just in time for the explosion to rock the battlefield.

Smokescreen cautiously peaked over the rock, the battlefield was abandoned, blue fire coated the sparce trees and ground.

"Wooo! Too hot for ya 'cons?" He cheered.

Okay, so far so good. But now for his actual introduction to the autobots.

There was a murmer of confusion among the autobots, as they noticed his presence.

"Torching that energon leak- pretty good plan, right?" Smokescreen grinned.

Though unintentional, he was going to take credit for taking out their attackers. If he was going to get their help, this was sure to put him in good standing.

"Except that wasn't your plan." The smallest bot snapped at him, "It was a random shot that almost fried us to a crisp."

Fried them-? Oh. Oh right. Regular bots aren't fireproof. He'd have to remember that...

"Worked out, didn't it?" Smokescreen shrugged.

"Thank you, fellow autobot. Your... valor is to be commended."

Smokescreen turned to the tall red mech who had spoke, finally getting a good look at them. His eyes widened with realization. His frame and height... he had to be the Prime the old bot had described.

Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots.

"You're Optimus Prime? He's Optimus Prime?" He asked in awe, he couldn't believe his luck. He hadn't even been on this planet for more than a few minutes, and he already found who he was looking for. Well, sent for.

"What is your name, soilder?"

Right, a soilder...

"Smokescreen, sir!" He saluted

"Welcome to Earth, Smokescreen." Optimus  extended his hand for hand shake.

Earth? This was Earth??

There was whispers among the predacons of this planet, a safe haven- a planet they could claim as their new home.

Rumors that it was so deep in Unicron's domain, that no one would dare to follow them there.

But, if this is where they fled to... where are they?

Smokescreen hesitated, but took the handshake, "It's an honor to be here, especially with you,"

If he could get the mode lock removed, he could  live here with the other predacons. Maybe even his...

His head felt staticy.. with...someone. He had the nagging feeling he was forgetting something important.

"Now what?" The red and white bot questioned gruffly, "It's not like we can bring him back to base,"

"Wouldn't be the first time an ally turned out to be a plant." The small one said in agreement

Smokescreen was taken aback by their hostility. He hadn't done anything but help them! If they lacked trust without knowing what he was...

"I see you received your training from cybertron's elite guard," Optimus gestured to the badge on his shoulders.

Elite guard? He kicked himself internally.  Couldn't he have grabbed a normal badge?

He tried to keep his expression neutral, as if he wasn't making stuff up on the spot.

"Uhh.. yeah, " he shrugged, "it uh, wasn't very.. formal though. I never got a proper graduation ceremony," Smokescreen thought quickly, he knew didn't know enough to come up with a convincing story. For now, he'd have to be vague, bend the truth and hope for the best.

"There was a war going on," the small blue one bluntly pointed out.

Something lurched in his spark when he referred to them as the "blue one"... he shoved the feeling aside. He had more important things to focus on.

"All I ever wanted was to be a soilder, to defend and serve the autobot cause." He knew he was laying it on thick, but he had to make sure he was seen as trustworthy.

"But I was assigned as a guard in Iacon,"

"...The Hall of Records?" The red bot shook his head as he turned to the Prime, "Optimus do you not find this highly suspicious?"

Looks like he'd have to work harder to get on their good side...

"What was your assignment inside the hall?" Optimus Prime questioned.

He didn't know what was in the hall of records! All he knew was that he had been locked in there for Primus knows how long. That old bot hadn't told him-

The old bot!

"Guarding Alpha Trion in what turned out to be the final days of the war."

"You served under the master archivist?" That seemed to peak the Prime's interest.

Uh oh... was that guy some big shot? He didn't actually know them... he needed to create some distance.

"Eh. Wasn't thrilled at first," Smokescreen shrugged, "Watching the back of an old bot instead of kicking 'con tailpipe!"

The team collectively raised their eyebrows, unamused by his burst of enthusiasm.

Okay, too much. He had to reel it in..

"...Sorry. I.. owe him more than I can say."

Silence fell among the group, he hated the feeling of all their eyes looking between him and the Prime.

Optimus finally broke the silence, "Rafael activate the ground bridge." He ordered over his commlink.

"That's it? That's all you need hear to invite him to the party?" Not-blue demanded, clearly displeased.

"Arcee, as it stands, there are not many of us left. And if my former mentor trusted him, I believe we should grant him the benefit of the doubt."

Though they looked displeased, they did not argue further.

Smokescreen followed the group through the strange portal.

It felt weird, his doorwings sensors tingled from the churning electricity around them. It smelled like a thousand places folded into one space.

Relief washed over him as they stepped out of the final ring, into the autobot's base.

"We haven't had somebody new here since Wheeljack!" A small creature ran up the stairs, producing quite the racket for something its size, "Whats your story Smoke? Where'd you come from? How'd you get here? How many blasters you packing?"

Smokscreen bristled at human's flurry of questions, he wasn't keen on trying his luck any further at improve.

"So these are the lifeforms we're supposed to protect?" He asked, trying to redirect the conversation, "Are they all like this?"

"Fortunately not. But I too share Miko's fascination with how you came to arrive on earth." The red and white bot he now knew as Ratchet spoke.

"In a decepticon escape pod." Arcee pointedly added.

"Still got trust issues, huh?" Fair enough, it seems they trust him about as much as he trusts them. "Tough crowd."

It seemed they still had questions, and he wouldn't be able to dodge them all.

The old bot may have instructed him to tell them the truth- but he didn't trust him or these bots. He couldn't risk it. The dull tugging from the mode lock was a constant remind of that. There was no real garentee he'd be safe. For all he knew, they'd just kill him for the key.

He didn't know a lot about their war. He'd have to build upon what little Alpha Trion had time to tell him and learn as much as he can after without raising any red flags.

Smokescreen gave them a vague backstory, carefully picking peices of the truth.

He told them about how Iacon fell to the decepticons.

That he and the old bot were alone in the hall with decepticons bearing down on them...

Then he added some lies- instead of telling them how the old bot had suckered punched him... he spun a story of he was taken off guard by a decepticon that had managed to sneak into the hall undetected.

After that he kept it as close to the truth as he could. That he had awoke on a transport ship, slipped past the guards and stolen an escape pod. Finally ending on Earth.

"Next thing I knew, Im hitting solid ground. Hard."

It wasn't completely lies, but it sure wasn't the full truth.

Hopefully he'd be able to keep track of it all...

Ratchet nodded, "The decepticon warship must have picked up the pod's beacon and guided it to Earth."

"Which would explain Smokescreen's welcoming committee." Arcee chuckled, "Bet those 'cons were disappointed not to find one of their own inside."

The tension dissipated, they believed him.

"Smokescreen, do you know of Alpha trions fate, after the fall of Iacon?" Optimus Prime asked.

"No, that was the last I ever saw of him." Optimus seemed to have known the old mech, he felt bad that it was the truth.

Not knowing what happened to someone you cared about... leaves a truly hollow feeling in your spark.

He ripped himself away from those thoughts, "That's it. My life story. Not exactly the glory I envisioned for myself." He admitted, but quickly shifted to enthusiasm again, "Until now! Being here with Optimus prime- I knew I was destined for great things!"

From what he had seen, he was hopeful. If they were just up against more of those fliers and insecticons, they had a good chance.

"I mean now that you have help, how hard could it be to end this war?"

Another member of the autobots hobbled into view, grumbling under his breath before loudly snapping, "Take a good look newbie." His leg dragged, announcing each step with a heavy clunk. "This is how hard."

Smokescreen tensed, perhaps he had been a bit quick to judge the situation.

"Smokescreen, I suggest you take some time to become acclimated to your new surroundings." The Prime suggested, "A tour of the base would be an excellent start." 

"Sure thing!" Miko called out excitedly, but she paused when Bulkhead let out a groan. She leaned back and gestured to the boy standing beside her, "I mean, Jack here offers a very informative tour."

Jack looked a bit surprised, but gave Smokescreen a small smile.

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Jack led Smokscreen down the hallway away from the main area of the base.

"Let's see," Jack gestured to each of the doors as they walked down the hall, "Phase shifter, spark extracter, immobilizer, " The human listed the various weapons as if he were listing off everyday items.

"This is where we store the cybertronian relics we find buried on Earth." Jack announced as he turned to Smokescreen, "Talk about small universe, because most of them came from Iacon-"

"Hall of records," Smokescreen said, finishing Jack's sentence, "I remember these."

Yet another half truth. He had heard of some of these relics, just not from the library.

He peered into each if the small windows on the doors they passed. He needed to familiarize himself with the base. Every room, every weapon. He wasn't going to take any chances.

"Whoa-!" Smokescreen exclaimed, taken off guard by a face staring back at him, frozen, twisted in shock.

The bot had a different build than the other cybertronians, she seemed to be partially transformed with extra thin limbs extending from her back. They had sharp canine teeth, just like he did. They looked almost bug-like... a beastformer?

"What kind of relic is she?" He asked

"The kind you don't want to mess with." Jack said, as though it was a cautionary tale.

Smokescreen chanced another glance, he didn't want to end up like her... never again.

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The autobots voices echoed down the hallway as Smokescreen and Jack approaches the main area once more.

"We must have agent Fowler clear the dig site of all human presence, in the event we are not the only ones who have discovered its location." Optimus addressed the team.

It seemed they already had another mission, which meant another chance to improve his standing with the autobots.

"Now you're talking!" Smokescreen interjected,

"Let's scramble up some con curcuits!"

He didn't really want to be a weapon.. but if that's what it took to get rid of his mode lock-

"Given limited field experience, I believe further training is required before you are battle ready." Optimus stated.

"Optimus, with all do respect-" Smokescreen began, but Optimus cut him off.

"Furthermore, we autobots live on this planet as robots in disguise. You will need to obtain an earth based vehicle mode." 

Smokescreen paused, robot in disguise he could do. Earth based vehicle mode? ...Not so much.

"In order to maintain a low profile. If that's possible for you," Arcee added.

As Optimus, Bumblebee and Arcee prepared for their mission, Ratchet fired up the groundbridge for Jack and Smokescreen.

Their destination wasn't too far from base, but the autobots didn't want to risk them being spotted by any humans on the way there.

Well, at least he had all afternoon to figure out an excuse for why he couldn't find an alt mode.

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Smokescreen and Jack carefully peered over the edge of a cliff, overlooking a section of highway. There wasn't a ton of traffic, but enough that a car would drive past every few minutes.

"Nope." Smokescreen said dismissivly as a small white car drove past. They had been staring at cars for awhile now and it was getting old fast.

"How 'bout that one?" Jack asked, as a rusty pickup truck slowly puttered past.

"Meh, more Ratchets speed, don't cha think?" Smokescreen suggested with a chuckle.

"Cement truck?" Jack asked, pointing to another passing vehicle.

"Not my style," He turned to face Jack, "Seriously? this is the best your planet has to offer?" He didnt have to feign his annoyance, this was a waste of time. Aside from the fact that he couldn't scan a car - unless of course, it had wings and could breathe fire - he needed to learn more about his supposed allies and their war.

"No, but this is Jasper." Jack said, resting his chin on his hand.

"I feel for you." Smokescreen sighed.

He was completely out of his depth. New planet, new bots, new war.

Not that you could exactly call being hunted to near-extinction a war.

"How about that one?" Jack pointed to another car as it passed.

Smokescreen just shook his head, he wasn't even paying attention to the road anymore.

"How long is it going to take for you to choose?"

Jack was as enthusiastic about spending time staring at cars as Smokescreen was.

"Hey, I'm not just being picky." He defended, "Tcogs are specific- You can't just scan whatever you want,"

It seemed the kid didn't seem know specifics about cybertronians, perhaps he could use this to his advantage.

The kids might not notice of Smokescreen's lack of basic knowledge... he could use them to fill in the blanks.

"So, what's the war situation? Here on Earth, I mean." Smokescreen tried to sound nonchalant

Jack shrugged as he answered, "Well, it's just Arcee, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Ratchet and Optimus- and now you, against a warship full of 'cons,"

Eugh. Their odds were even worse than he thought. Five autobots versus how many decepticons??

No wonder the old bot was so worried about the relic's safe transport. ...Maybe it was more important than he originally thought - whatever it was. The old bot had called it a key... so unless the autobots knew where the lock was, it was pretty much useless.

He'd have to wait. Revealing it now wouldn't give him any leverage.

A shadow sliding across the ground caught Smokescreen's attention, looking up there was a large brown feathered creature. It barley flapped its broad wings as it glided effortlessly across the sky.

"What's that?" He asked, pointing to the creature.

Jack looked up, glancing around the sky before asking, "The bird?"

"..Bird... does your planet have alot of wildlife?" He asked

"I mean, sure, Earth has lots of animals."

This planet was so lush and alive. Everywhere he looked there was some small creature. It reminded him of the wilds of cybertron, teeming with life.

Flying with.. with...

. . . Who was he flying with?

He pushed away the dull ache in his spark, no doubt the the war had ravaged the wilds. He feared to see what was left of his home.

"How much do you know about the war?" Smokescreen asked, he didn't have time for memories, missing or otherwise. He had to stay on topic.

"I know a enough," Jack shrugged, "What does your vechile mode look like? Maybe the highway isn't where we'll find it." He suggested

"Oh- it uhh," Smokescreen stammered, "You know what, it's hard to describe. I'll know it when I see it."

"Why don't you just show me? Then we'll both know what you're looking for." Jack suggested

Smokescreen's doorwings flinched and he quickly shook his head, "It's far too... flashy. We'd get spotted for sure."

Not completely a lie, he'd definitely stand out. Even if he could transform, he wouldn't risk the humans knowing what he was.

It was clear Jack was running out of patience. He didn't blame him, they had been 'car watching' for hours now.

"Hey, why don't we call it a day and head back to base? I can try again later." He reasoned. Besides, if he came alone, he'd be able to scout out places to hide when things with the autobots go south.

Jack looked relieved as he stood up and stretched.

Smokescreen offered a hand for Jack to climb up. Even though they'd be walking back to base, it was barely any effort to carry the small creature with him.

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Smokescreen set Jack down as they re-entered the base. Ratchet was at the computer, talking over comms, "Optimus is something wrong?"

"Starscream has come for the red energon. And I fear he will not be deterred in his quest."  Optimus' voice crackled over the base computer.

"Who's that?" Smokescreen asked without thinking.

Jack gave him a baffled look, "Who's Starscream? The decepticon second in command?"

Oh scrap.

Luckily, it seemed Ratchet was too preoccupied with the computer to take notice.

"Right. Him." Smokescreen tried to brush off his slip up, "I can help, send me in doc,"

The quickest way to earn their trust, is to make himself useful. And fighting was something he excelled at.

"When Optimus requires back up he will ask for it." Ratchet stated sharply.

"But if he's not answering, how do you know he doesn't need help?"

Ratchet turned sharply, fixing Smokescreen with a glare, "As Optimus said, you need more training before you can join the team in the field." Ratchet gestured dismissivly as he turned back to the monitor.

He didn't disagree, he was in way over his head. But he wasn't going to let that stop him.

"Optimus what is your status?" Ratchet asked again through the comms, but there was no reply.

"Ratchet, they need me." Bulkhead insisted, "I can do this."

Smokescreen quietly slipped away and down down hall as Bulkhead and Ratchet waited by the monitor. The duo's argument faded as he made his way further into the base.

Passing the doors that held various weapons.

He paused a moment in front of the door that held the beastformer. He refused to end up like them. Not again.

He'd hide his true nature, find a way to get rid of this mode lock and leave all of this behind.

But first, he'd had to help the autobots.

He walked a few more doors over, and opened it to reveal phase shifter.

"That's the one." Smokescreen said quietly.

"You there!" Ratchet called out as he stalked down the hall towards him, his tone accusitory, "What in the name of the Allspark do you think you're doing?"

Smokescreen turned to face him, "You have this vault full of weapons, why aren't you using them?"

Ratchet rolled his eyes, "Whenever these relics are brought into field, we risk losing them."

"But if this is a snatch and grab, the phase shifter is perfect. Grab the item and walk away- literally nothing can touch you!"

Ratchet grumbled, shaking his head.

Then he fell quiet as he brought his hand up to his chin, thinking.

"Fine." He relented, "But you can't just go sneaking off with your own plan. There is protocol and you have to follow it."

"Yes sir," Smokescreen saluted, which warranted another eye roll from Ratchet as he gestured for Smokescreen to take the phase shifter and follow him.

Smokescreen felt some of his stress melt away as he clasped it onto his wrist. Even if he was found out, no one could catch him so long as he had this.

He quickly followed behind the old medic, "The team has been unresponsive, I don't know what you'll be walking into." Ratchet grabbed the groundbrige lever, "Good luck."

Bulkhead grumbled disaprovingly from where he was leaning against the wall.

"We'll be back in no time!" Smokescreen promised as he ran through the portal.

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Smokescreen jumped through the final ring of the portal, and immediately felt eyes on him. Okay, stealth wasn't an option.

He quickly surveyed the scene.

They were in a dock yard, the autobots were up a metal structure, attempting to reach a box suspended by cables.

There was a bot he didn't recognize lifting one of the supports, causing the entire structure to shake.

That must be the decepticon, Starscream.

The grey bot turned to face Smokescreen, dropping the structure. Something about them looked off- they were wearing armor?

"So the autobots have a new recruit?" He stomped forwards, his grin widening.

They were strong, but their movements were slow.

Good thing he's fast.

"And you must be Starscream." Smokescreen called out, "I thought you'd be taller!"

His comment clearly struck a nerve, as they let out a furious growl in response.

"Smokescreen, stand down. You are no match for Starscream's apex armor!" Optimus called down from the autobots' perch atop the structure.

"Any last words Smokescreen?" Starscream sneered.

"Just four: kiss your armor goodbye!" The phase shifter hummed quietly on his wrist as he took off towards Starscream.

Starscream's mouth hanging open, clearly shocked by his brazen attack.

Smokescreen jumped, phasing thought the first layer of armor and planting his feet square on Starscream's actual chest. The phase shifter hummed louder as it's power spread to Starscream too.

Starscream was sent tumbling out of the apex armor, hitting the ground with a crash.

Starscream picked himself up off the ground, looking to Smokescreen bewildered, "A phase shifter?" He gasped.

"Now that was a plan!" Smokescreen cheered as the Apex armor clattered to the ground behind him.

Starscream scrambled to his feet, raising his arm, "You aren't the only one sporting a fancy wrist mounted device-" he aimed his rocket to the tower and yelled, "Think fast!"

There was no time to react. With a click, the rocket shot off of Starscream's arm whistling towards support beam.

The explosion sent debris and smoke raining down off the tower.

"No-!" Smokescreen raised his arms and braced himself as the rubble crashed to the ground around him.

He looked around frantically, as the dust cleared it became apparent that Starscream had taken the opportunity to slip away.

Smokescreen let out a frustrated hiss.

He looked up to the structure, and was relieved to see the autobots in one piece. They had managed to get out of the way in time.

Smokescreen walked over to where the apex armor had collapsed. His reflection stared back at him from the glass of the helmet.

He knew he had a long road ahead of him...

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The team reconviened back at base. Where Smokescreen explained how he had ended up as their backup.

"I told you I just needed to borrow it for awhile." He shrugged, "Doc here thought I was trying to steal your relics,"

"Only until you explained your plan." Ratchet said as he snatched the phase shifter back from Smokescreen, "Which I then sactioned. It's called protocol."

Optimus nodded, "Ratchet is correct, standard procedure must be observed by every member of this team."

Smokescreen lowered his head.

He wasn't used to their ways... How is he supposed to gain their trust if he was already disrupting the chain of command?

"However, I believe we must also commend Smokescreen. You have proven to be a quick study, by choosing to place strategy above bravado."

Smokescreen's doorwings twitched, perhaps this wasn't as much of set back as he thought.

"There's going to be no living with him now." Arcee shook her head with a smile.

He was slowly winning them over, slowly earning their trust.

"While this may lack the pageantry of a proper elite guard ceremony," Optimus

"I wish to welcome you to team prime."

Smokescreen smiled, but couldn't help but wonder...

Would they be so welcoming if they knew the truth?

[blueikeproductions]

Well it’s official: EarthSpark is dead. The next cartoon is being worked on as we speak.

Via Protoman of the Slag Podcast on TFW2005:

“All I will say is my source is someone working on the next Transformers series and *spoiler* it's not Earthspark.  Ratings were bad, toys have had a very soft distribution restocking (It's not about how much that Wave 1 is ordered, it's how much gets reordered after by retail wave after wave) and well....... better luck next time.”

If he says it’s dead, it’s dead.

What’s next?

As of typing, we dunno.

The only successful non toy media currently are the Skybound comics, and while TFONE is coming out this September, we have no idea how well that will do. The general confusion and backlash from the more comedically cut first trailer doesn’t … bode well from normies and hard cores.

One is said to have tested well, but so did RotB and it didn’t do so hot in theaters despite people liking it better. It’s still doing VERY well on Paramount+, but I don’t know if that means anything because P+ is the red headed step child of streaming… Also Paramount’s current… EVERYTHING.

So big coin flip really.

A cartoon based more directly on what One sets up makes sense, a lot of people have said it looks like a pilot for a future cartoon anyway.

An anime adaption of the Energon Universe is also possible, but it’s a little … too soon and if they adapted it now it would basically be the first Dragonball Z and first FMA anime, taking liberties and going its own direction because it couldn’t realistically keep up with the manga.

Best case scenario: a new co produced Transformers anime that uses TFONE & Skybound as a spring board for its own ideas.

What becomes of the Terrans in the future? I hope you weren’t attached to them being their own species because I guarantee it’s gonna be like post Beast Wars stuff.

The Terrans will largely just be Autobots and Decepticons like how the Maximals and Predacons tend to be like Cyberverse Cheetor and EarthSpark’s own Tarantulas.

RotB at the very least reinvigorated the Maximals as a faction, but the Predacons are largely missing from modern televised and comic media. They’re kinda there post WFC, but Transmetal II Megatron is curiously labeled a Prime Predacon…

The Prime Predacons are great but still…

Hasbro remains very weird about non Autobots and Decepticons. Mini-Cons kinda luck out by having the Cassettes be retroactively be Mini-Cons, but screw you if you want proper Maximals, Terrans, Predacons. Terrorcons are another current anomaly that I don’t know will make the cut either.

As it stands, expect Twitch and Spitfire to be Mini-Cons, Aftermath a Decepticon, and everyone else an Autobot, with Jawbreaker specifically as a Dinobot. Whether he gets used just as much as Slash remains to be seen. -sarcastic-

[opalknights]

Ripple on the Web

TFA Bat Op/ Black Arachnia AU

"Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone, engage with the pain as a motive" Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

Optimus goes back for Elita on Archa 7, this changes everything going forward

I did it I wrote the thing for Bat Op/ Blackarachnia

at least the first chapter, bat op isnt in this chapter but will be

I'm giving Elita a dagger(even if she doesn't use it much yet) cause she needs her own weapon. I love her power but even sentinel and Optimus have weapons along with their other things, also I love the potential of Blackarachnia and she deserved way more screen time

"Sentinel go" Optimus yelled, pushing the blue bot back from the sinkhole. Sentinel stumbled back slightly before planting his feet firm and began arguing with his friend. "But Elita-" "I got her. I can get back up with my grapple, you can't." Optimus' optics were focused on the spot he last saw Elita. The smoke from the energon explosions made it difficult to find her bright yellow finish.

"Optimus…" Sentinel began again before Optimus turned and looked him straight in the optics.

"Go! You can call for backup if we can't make it out in time." "R-right." He hesitated for a split second. Before sprinting off. Glancing back he saw Optimus disappear into the gaping maw of the cave. Optimus only faintly heard Sentinel's footsteps above the explosions and rubble begin to leave before jumping down the hole. Slamming his axe into the side of the rock to slow his descent. Before spotting the yellow autobot amid fire and giant spiders. The energon exploded around her as he fought. With only her dagger and merge ability she was out matched. What a way to offline. She bitterly thought. She struggled with the spider's legs attempting to dig its sharp talons into her armor. She began to activate her powers when a blue claw came out of nowhere as its wire wrapped around the spider's torso before being yanked off of her.

"Optimus." She yelled, relieved to see her friend. Optimus activated his axe's rocket, splitting the arachnid's abdomen open. He turned to his friend glad to see her in one piece.

"We have to go," Optimus said slashing through another spider's legs crippling it

Another explosion rocked the ship as smoke filled the area. Both cadets ducked down to the floor of the ship to avoid the worst of the smoke. Their battle masks activated to filter out the worst of it. Elita looked around as the spiders had begun taking off. The need to live out weighing the need to fend off the intruders.

"This way" she grabbed Optimus' arm pulling him along as they ran towards the small exit the spiders were leaving through "You WANT to follow those things?" Optimus yelled as he followed her.

"They know the safest way out of here" an energon cube exploded next to them knocking Elita into the wall.

"Elita!" Optimus ran towards her as she got up. Her hand holding her helm as she looked up large gash on the side of her head and torso "Im fine" she said as optimus slung his arm around her helping her up as they made their way to the exit.Shrapnel and rocks raining down on them. As they reached the exit a stack of cubes came down behind them into the fire before erupting. The explosion knocked them both back into the cave wall. The cieling collapsed. Optimus threw himself on top of elita shielding the smaller bot as the rocks came down ontop of them. It was pitch black when Elita woke up. A self dianosis showed she was functional. Her side burned as she moved slightly. Acitvating her flashlight she looked up to the sight of her friend wrecked beyond repair. Her scream echoed through the cavern Sentinel had scanned thrice now, his hands crusted with earth and clay as he typed into the console. Even tried finding another entrance but came upon dead end after dead end. The explosions collapsed the cavern completely. They couldn't have survived; he tried rationalizing before scanning for their signatures again. It had been days on this planet. He was low on rations and ship fuel was almost empty. They had already taken the ship out in secret so they didn't fill it up much more than to be able to get to this planet and back so as not to tip off any of the sergeants. Plus they had assumed they would find maybe a few cubes of energon at the very least here if not at least a decent story or two.

The atmosphere and weather of the planet had messed with his outgoing signal attempting to get anyone to answer him was impossible. He'd need to leave the planet to get a clear signal and with how much fuel was left he would have to head back or be stranded here.

"Scrap"

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i like optimus' self sacrificing to the point of it being borderline idiotic

hes not dead just resting his eyes, dont worry actual bat op comic soon

thank you for reading

[pocoslip]

Grimlock telling Impactor to Stay Away from his Lil Sister because Slash wants to Join the Wrecker Team

(I didn't wanna get Comic Edition SS86 Grimlock but I could Not Find any New and Cheaper Transformers to get so I Got him Instead)

[randomthefox]

You know another thing that G1 got right that every single other Transformers thing ever made has gotten wrong? The human characters.

G1 has human characters. They're on earth. Humans are running around. Humans get involved with the plot. But they're not the focus.

Every other fucking dumbass Transformers show makes the humans the audience eyes in on the series. They're like the emotional heart of the story. The humans are the ones we're supposed to relate to or something. Prime had human CHILDREN specifically. There was some dumbass episode where the human girl yelled at Megatron and he got scared of her or something stupid like that. The emotional climax of the story was the human children saying goodbye to their robot friends as they left earth. And all of it was stupid and bad.

But G1 has human characters and it's fine because they're just there. They're practically incidental. They're just another character in the show like any other. We don't even initially get introduced to human characters until practically the end of the first episode slash beginning of the second episode, when the Transformers fighting just happens to take them to where some humans are and the Autobots rescue them. And then they just hang around, but they don't suddenly become the audience surrogate or focus of the series. Sometimes the human characters won't even be around for several episodes in a row.

And G1 also kicked every other Transformers shows ass when it came to diverse representation too. One of the first human characters introduced is a dude in a wheel chair. And he fucking kicked ass and ripped a floppy disc in half with his bare hands and got mauled by a robot panther. How many humans in Transformers Earthspark got mauled by Ravage? Fucking none of them. The pussies.

The Transformers also aren't under some kind of secret to hide their presence on earth either. They pretty much make themselves known the second they wake up and start fighting. Optimus Prime makes an appearance at the UN or something. Megatron makes world wide announcements that he is going to fuck shit up. Everyone on earth is pretty well clued in about the robot war that is going down. You might say that undermines the "robots in disguise" tagline, but nothing about that tagline implies we're not supposed to know that there ARE robots just that the robots can disguise themselves. Which they do. Usually as a boom box. Spike knowing that giant transforming robots exists doesn't stop him from accidentally bringing Soundwave around with him to places. On multiple occasions.

The humans in G1 aren't special, they're just there. And that just feels so much more natural. The transformers are not hiding their presence on earth. They visit museums and amusement parks. The humans aren't stupid and take up the focus away from the Transformers, they feel like a cohesive and natural part of the Transformers war story which is the focus of the show.

G1 is so much fucking better than literally every other Transformers show, you guys.

[elfdragon12]

Let's build an Autobot team!

The other polls: Leader, Kid Appeal, Medic, Scientist/Engineer, Warrior, "The Girl", "The Dark Horse"

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Ironhide

Brawn

Boulder

Roadbuster

Slash

Sandstorm

Roadmaster

Impactor

Inferno

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