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sleepisapriviligethatidonthave · 7 months ago

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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.

#megop #megatron #optimus prime #transformers #maccadam #tfa #answered asks #asks #asks open #ask game

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pastelwoolfie · 5 months ago

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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 👍

#transformers #transformers brainrot #tfp #ratchet #optimus prime #optiratch #old man ratchet #my beloved

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selanaris · 4 months ago

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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)

#crossover #transformers #maccadam #batman #batfam #batfamily #the signal #duke thomas #transformers prime #tfp #tfp miko #dc comics

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therocketeer0501 · 10 days ago

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Emptiness Machine

Starscream X Reader (Mech Pilot AU)

Author note: Hey everyone I’m so so sorry it’s been so long. This has been the worst three weeks of my life. Currently staying with my dad and having to see what exactly happens going forward. That aside please enjoy chapter 9 of emptiness machine! And thank you for your patience. ❤️

Chapter 9

The crushing hug the scout had you in nearly cracked the brand new welds that had been used to repair you. You chuckle as he finally lets go but keeps a servo wrapped around the arm of your mech. The other bot, Ironhide, waved at the two of you from the door.

“C’mon we ain’t got time for tearful hellos. The others are guarding the open spacebridge as we speak.”

He starts out the door and bee goes to pull you along with him. The restraints that Starscream had ordered the drones to place on you were still binding your wrists. You awkwardly stumble along letting him guide you through the smoke. He and Ironhide had done quite a number on the drones through this hallway. you smile a little knowing later you would congratulate them on their victory. After turning down a few more hallways, you join up with the lambo twins and Hound. They urge you forward and through the last set of blast doors. The scene that awaited you was straight out of a science fiction comic book. Optimus himself stood in front of the open space bridge locked in hand to hand combat with Megatron.

Optimus swung his axe missing Megatron’s helm by mere inches. The Decepticon leader taking the opportunity to drive his energy blade up just missing vital energon lines running through his opponent’s neck. The prime countered, his joints straining as he swung the heavy weapon down in a brutal arc. Megatron sidestepped just in time to watch the axe slamming into the ground with a deafening thud, sending up a spray of sparks.

Before the axe could be pulled back, Megatron darted in, his energy blade flashing in the dim light, a precise thrust aimed at his opponent’s chassis. Optimus twisted, deflecting the strike with a swift, brutal swipe of his axe. Megatron’s blade grazed his plating, but he barely flinched.

There were scowls on their faces as they circled each other, each waiting for an opening to strike. Optimus growled deep in his frame, lunging forward again, his weapon whistling through the air. His opponent narrowly avoiding the strike. The energy blade was raised just in time, blocking the blow but the sheer force of it drove him to his knees. With a growl of fury, Megatron pushed back, rolling aside, narrowly avoiding a second strike.

He sprang to his feet, his blade now a blur as he countered with a series of fast, slashing attacks.The two bots locked optics, and in a flash, they were upon each other again, weapons clashing in a deafening frenzy of power and precision, each driven by eons of war and the raw need to destroy one another.

This wasn’t a fight Optimus was trying to win. As you look closer, you see the Autobot leader carefully leading Megatron to the opposite side of the room from the portal. An effective strategy and flawless distraction. Using his own fury against him. You can’t help but smile a bit as Bee tugs on your arm, pulling you towards the portal. Ironhide and the twins had already gone through and Hound was right on their aft. No one wanted to stick around while the two big shots had it out. Letting the scout lead you forward you brace for the dizzying swirl of noise and light before disappearing behind the rest of the team.

As you come out on the other side, you see the familiar sight of the launch bay. Right behind you, a heavy ped step announces the arrival of Optimus. He’s clutching a fresh wound on his shoulder, but other than that he seems fine. Relief and exhaustion grip you and your knees buckle beneath you. Bumblebee luckily still has his digits locked around your wrist and catches you as you lean forward. His worried tone faded to a deafening ringing sound as your optics white out.

When you wake hours later, you expect to be disconnected from your mech. Instead, you are laid out still connected to your machine on one of the medical berths Ratchet uses to treat injured Autobot. Your chassis is open, exposing your real body. Tubes and energon lines are connected at various points around your frame. Blinding white light from above you makes you blink a few times, trying to adjust your optics to the harsh glow. From the cockpit of your mech, a familiar voice mumbles.

“She’s awake. Seraphim can you hear me?” Dr. Antonov’s voice was muffled by the layers of plating and wires he was behind.

You groan in response and he moves to be closer to your helm. You turn and train him with golden optics. “Dr. Antonov. It’s good to see you. Is…everything alright?”

The doctor stayed shut away in his lab most days. After years of working for the government, he had finally retired. He was promptly brought back for the express purpose of finishing his research on Cybertronian biology after first contact. He was a kind man, albeit a bit odd and antisocial. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled up at you. His greying, dark hair a mess as it usually was.

“You’ve had quite an ordeal haven’t you Sera? Honestly I was surprised we got you back in one piece! Given how Prime had described the Decepticons.” He reached out and patted the side of your helm gently. You look back at your open chassis.

“Doctor, why haven’t I been disconnected?” as you asked this, his smile faded. He looked his age once again as he turned slowly to walk back to where he had been.

“Something is interfering with your ability to disconnect from the Seraphim frame. If we try to sever the connection in this state…your consciousness could be lost.”

Before you could process his words, you hear shouting outside the door. Muffled voices and sounds of a struggle could be heard. Two bots were arguing.

“You better let me in old timer before I let myself in.”

“She’s just waking up, we don’t want to overwhelm her with company. Besides, we don’t know if the doctor has broken the news to her—“

The bot guarding the door was cut off as the other shoved his was into the med-bay. The giant metal door slid open and quick ped steps announced the arrival of a very worried and fussy friend.

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“You absolute failure! I cannot believe you allowed Optimus Prime and his lackeys to bridge directly onto the flight deck of my ship!” Megatron sent a devastating kick into the side of the kneeling figure before him. It sent the bot jolting to the side, nearly purging his tanks from the force of the blow. Venting rapidly, Starscream tries to re-align his vocal apparatus to speak.

“Lord Megatron! Please I was interrogating the prisoner! Didn’t you want the valuable information she was carrying?” Another blow to the helm as he bowed low, trying to appease his leader’s anger. Dizzy and disoriented he tried to right himself, only to be grabbed by a wing and flung across the room. There was a sickening crunch as his wing dislocated and hung useless by a few cables. His body hit the opposite wall and he landed in a heap unmoving. The gathered Decepticons seemed to flinch in unison as the Warlord stalked towards the seeker.

“Starscream you imbecile. I told you to take care of it. Didn’t I? I wanted that thing offline! It had no such intel to give you. It was taking you for the fool you are! And now Optimus prime has ground bridge coordinates for the flight deck of the Nemesis!” He reached out a clawed servo and grabbed the seeker around the throat. Lifting him off of his peds. Starscream sputtered but couldn’t get the words out. Energon leaked from the split in the mesh of his lip where Megatron had landed a solid blow earlier. He bared his denta at his leader and scrabbled at the grip around his throat as Megatron squeezed. Starscream’s optics flickered as he was about to lose consciousness. A calm and steady voice interrupted the two.

“Lord Megatron if I may, the abomination did in fact possess coordinates for other energon mines. Isn’t that correct Soundwave?” Shockwave’s even tone despite the mauling of his second in command, made Megatron pause.

He growled and dropped the body of the seeker and he crumpled into a heap on the floor. Turning his attention to a very uncomfortable looking Soundwave, Megatron began to stalk over looking eerily calm. As he approached Soundwave produced a small disk. One he had hoped to keep hidden for his own research. But Shockwave had seen him downloading the information from the prisoner. He handed it over, there was no information on the location of the base of operations for their enemy, however, the location of half a dozen energon mines wasn’t bad intel at all.

While Megatron was discussing the new intel with Shockwave, Starscream winced as he hauled himself up. This wasn’t the first time his leader had taken out a defeat on his frame. He gritted his denta against the pain and limped painfully out. He needed to be away from here. Anywhere but here before panic gripped him once again. He felt his spark start to spin faster as he hobbled to his habisuite to do his own repairs.

#transformers #decepticons #starscream #reader insert #fanfic #reader fanfiction #starscream x reader #transformers x reader #transformers fanfiction #tf mecha universe #fem reader #x reader #transformers universe #transformers au #mech au #transformers bumblebee #optimus prime #transformers alternate universe #alternate universe

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pocoslip · 2 months ago

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Javelin and Dinobot Slash who is Showing Off her New Sword to her Girlfriend

(If Slash is in IDW 1 or 2, I like to think she's with Javelin but that's just my Dumb Headcanon)

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omgiamwish · 27 days ago

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To Lose A Friend

Summary: Bumblebee falls into the cybermatter. He doesn’t get up. Nobody else is doing anything to save Optimus. Smokescreen leaps.

A/N: I recently caught feelings for Transformers again. And I know I’m not gonna be here long, but I thought that- while I am- I might as well rewrite the one (1) thing I wrote for it 4 years ago.

Read below or on AO3

Smokescreen stops venting. Heat builds around his spark, spreads to his limbs, trapped in his body, burning, burning. But not really burning. Not quite. Not like Bumblebee’s chassis as he falls down, down, down, forward momentum ruined as thoroughly as his chest plate. The fire snuffs out near instantly. Smoke billows, but even that disperses in the mere seconds before Bumblebee hits the pool of cybermatter.

Dead.

Smokescreen tips forward, straining against the claws holding him. A sound of denial leaves him, pitifully small.

Optimus echoes it moments later.

Though, ‘echoes’ is assuredly the wrong word for the furious, thunderous roar that the Prime turns the word of denial into.

Smokescreen’s vents stutter back into motion.

Optimus lashes out against the warlord, their enemy, Bumblebee’s murderer.

Megatron is going to die.

It’s not a triumphant thought. It should be. Primus, it should be.

It’s not even a relief so much as… a hollow certainty. Too little, too late. And that’s not fair, he knows, not to the uncountable Autobot lives already lost to this war. Why was it not already too late before this battle? Why only now?

But Smokescreen’s never seen a friend die before.

A slash of purple light sends Optimus flying. He skids off the platform, disappearing over the edge. Smokescreen stops venting again and waits to see Optimus reappear below the platform, falling toward Earth. He doesn’t. He must have caught himself. Megatron stalks toward the edge. Nobody else is doing anything.

Bumblebee is dead and Optimus is going to die and nobody is doing anything!

Smokescreen wrenches his arm from the grip holding him, lets the claws dig grooves into his plating, and slams his servo onto the phase shifter.

He surges forward.

The vehicons yell.

Smokescreen leaps.

It’s a perfect arc. Not the same trajectory as Bumblebee, but the same target. Started from a different angle, farther up, because Smokescreen is reckless, always reckless. But a lack of recklessness doesn’t make Bumblebee any less dead. And it’s too late anyway, Megatron raising the Dark Star Saber over his helm, ready to strike, and Smokescreen isn’t there yet.

“MEGATRON!” he screams, fury and terror maxing out his voice box.

Megatron turns.

And then Smokescreen crashes into him, hard enough to almost send them both off the platform. Megatron flails, and Smokescreen wonders if he’ll let the momentum take him and just change into his alt mode, unconcerned with the drop to Earth when he can fly. But Megatron tries to keep his footing for one precious second. The only second that Smokescreen, arms buried shoulder-struts deep in Megatron’s chest, needs to grab anything and everything he can from a cybertronian’s most vital area and yank.

Wires snap. Lines burst, spraying Smokescreen in hot energon. Everything lights up purple.

Dark energon. Smokescreen stares in disbelief at the shard clenched in his servo. Nobody had told him. Had nobody known?

Blue optics meet red. There is fear there, fear for his own pathetic life, and Smokescreen thinks he finally knows what real hate feels like.

“You’ve killed your last ‘bot,” he hisses. Then, keeping his grip on what he’s already torn out of the monstrous pile of scrap, he kicks off.

More things tear, more energon splatters the ground. Megatron’s optics flicker dark before he even clears the edge of the platform.

Smokescreen stands, venting heavily for a long moment before he can convince his servos to release their gory contents. And then he steps to the edge.

For a moment, he watches the empty shell of the warlord burn in Earth’s atmosphere. Optimus, from where he dangles off the platform, watches too. And maybe it’s Smokescreen’s imagination, his fury turned into something cold and dead, but he almost thinks that Optimus hesitates when Smokescreen offers a servo up. Like he’d rather let go and let gravity take him.

But Optimus lets himself be pulled up. He even thanks Smokescreen, though his words are as hollow and exhausted as Smokescreen’s ever heard them, even more than when the Prime lay dying in front of him. Smokescreen just nods in return and Optimus moves past him, optics trained on the dark shape in the cybermatter.

And Smokescreen…

He gets it now, he thinks. Why everyone hated him at first, when all he talked about was how excited he was to finally play an active part in the war. The glory, the heroics.

He looks up at them now, Arcee and Ratchet, both standing at the edge of the platform above. Lonely shapes when all the Decepticons have fled. How many friends have they watched die?

Smokescreen becomes aware again, suddenly, of the pain in his arm. And he hates it, because it reminds him that Bumblebee never should have been the one taking that leap. If Smokescreen had been faster, smarter… if he’d been more careful, or dodged Shockwave’s shot…

Yeah, sure, maybe he would’ve ended up scrap instead. Right now, watching Optimus Prime stretch as far as he can over the pool of cybermatter, reaching for his lifeless scout…

He’s glad he’s still alive. Really. He just doesn’t exactly feel like he deserves to be.

#transformers prime #transformers #tfp #tfp smokescreen #tfp megatron #tfp optimus prime #character death #fan art #artists on tumblr #fanfic

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imadeitworseyourwelcome · 4 months ago

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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?

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