#Treadshot

[iamamazingmason]

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[story-weavr]

This gave me an idea for TFA:

Ultra Magnus is en route from a peace conference, escorted by Optimus Prime & crew. Unfortunately they get attacked by a one-femme + dog army : Treadshot & Catgut.

As Magnus and Optimus are taking cover from the sharp-shooter assassin, Ultra reveals why he hesitated in battle and is acting weird:

The Decepticon-allied mercenary was his ex-lover.

His VERY bitter ex-lover whom he had personally arrested after finding out whatever crime she was planning on doing.

Extra points if Sentinel is with them and his jaw drops.

[askvectorprime]

Dear Vector Prime, what can you tell me about IDW1 Treadshot? What was life like before Impactor ended him via harpoon?

Dear Gunman Gleaner,

Treadshot was originally incepted as part of the Silver Harvest, the mass population boom that filled Cybertron's city streets with life, and was assigned a fairly prestigious position as part of the artisan caste, like many who shared his body-type. Given a particle magnetizer, it was his job to paint murals depicting Cybertron's glorious past onto public buildings. Treadshot saw this as his calling, greatly admiring those ancient heroic deeds. He would speculate at length as to what life must have been like in those times, imagining what he might have done if he’d been there, and dreaming about what he’d say to various important historical figures—many of whom were still alive, naturally.

Misfortune first befell Treadshot during renovation of the Primal Basilica. While working on a fresco of Onyx Prime, a stately piece in the traditional triptych form, Treadshot fell from his hover platform, and impaled himself on the statue of Primus.

Though he recovered to working order fairly quickly, Treadshot found himself reassigned to lower-profile tasks. The official word was that Treadshot’s absentmindedness meant he posed a risk to others, but it was clear to everyone involved that his demotion would never have happened were it not for the fact that he had splattered a senator with his spilled oil.

Reduced to maintaining public buildings, he soon fell in with his fellow artisans Atomizer and Bricolo. The brothers spent both their work-cycles and off-cycles together, dreaming of bigger things. Their bar crawls eventually took them to the Dead End, where the three were introduced to the violent world of gladiatorial combat. Watching the combatants, Treadshot felt each and every blow in his spark—at one point almost literally, when a stray spear sailed into the crowd and pierced his abdomen. Once he came back online, Treadshot found he had a new calling… spraying elaborate warpaint onto gladiators like Skyquake. And much like he had while painting heroes of myth, he daydreamed of how it would feel to be the one fighting.

When Megatron’s grand uprising began, Treadshot finally got his wish. He joined up with the Decepticons to take part in the "Liberation of Kaon" (what Autobots would record as the start of the Fall of the First Five Cities)—and was even able to personally take revenge on the senator who'd been responsible for his fall from grace. However, when Megatron had his legendary battle with Sentinel Prime, Treadshot wound up pinned under the Prime’s Apex Armor. Had Megatron not thought to make the ruined battle suit a throne, they might never have discovered Treadshot crushed beneath, one of its many cannons nearly puncturing his spark. As it happened, Megatron took inspiration from the sight, and tore loose a warped piece of Treadshot’s spark casing, commanding that it be forged into a new Deceptibrand for Treadshot—the first instance of this barbaric practice.

This was as close as Treadshot ever came to entering into Cybertron’s mythology. He spent much of the war acting as just another soldier, with long periods of boredom punctuated by brief intervals of shocking violence. Through diligence over the millenia, he worked his way up the ranks, eventually finding his way into the Decepticon Secret Service as a troubleshooter—but after a disastrous mission to track down Monstructor and Jhiaxus, he was captured by the Autobots, who had to physically pry him from the wall where he’d been skewered.

Placed into Spark Extraction in Garrus-9, Treadshot was eventually reactivated during Overlord’s takeover, and was offered a position as one of the new prison guards. It’s impossible to say whether Overlord knew anything of Treadshot’s history for which to favor him, or if he was selected by chance—but if it was luck that governed his fate, it was certainly bad luck, and over the following three years Treadshot partook in brutality unlike anything in the Cybertronian legends which had once enthralled him. Perhaps, when his spark was reunited with his body, it fell through the holes that lingered from those old near-misses, leaving only an empty chamber to await Impactor’s harpoon.

[nanikan]

[turborun97]

Universe 2008 Mini-Con Bios (Part 1)

Some bios I made for the Universe 2008 Mini-Cons, who never got any characterization (besides Stockade sorta in Beast Wars: Uprising). Starting with the 10-Pack Mini-Cons since they’re the only ones I own.

Battle Support Team

Sky Shadow: Sky Shadow is the leader of the Battle Support Team but finds himself ill-suited for the role. Back when he was part of a team with Crosshairs and Treadshot, Sky Shadow was content to let others lead while he took to the skies and bombed enemies from above without being seen. But the Mini-Con Civil War changed everything and Sky Shadow now finds himself leading a band of Mini-Cons that are just trying to stay alive in a world that is unfamiliar to them. While he does his best to keep everyone in line, sometimes he will let his guard down and allow others (namely Overcharge) to exploit him for their own means. The others recognize this and do what they can in helping him build up his confidence, even if they do sometimes get impatient with him from time to time.

Overcharge: Nobody really likes or even trusts Overcharge. Whenever he does something for someone, it’s almost always with the expectation that he will get something in return, usually in the form of monetary compensation. This infuriates his teammates to no end, who only tolerate his presence because of his keen sense of direction and knowledge of obscure paths and back roads that no one else knows, which comes in handy when the Decepticons are on their tail. Originally part of a Mini-Con trio, Overcharge joined the Battle Support Team after losing his teammates, and because Sky Shadow felt sympathetic for him, showing a soft part that the other members silently resent their leader for.

Ransack: Despite his fearsome appearance, Ransack is actually quite kind once you get to know him. While he is quite thorough when it comes to smashing things, he always stops to make sure that it is something that actually needs smashing rather than jumping the gun and doing it anyway. It is thanks to this foresight that he is able to restrain his friend Stockade from doing just that, something which his mentor Windrazor is grateful for. In a past life, Ransack had been the type of destroy things without much thought, but after seeing how both the Great War and the Mini-Con Civil War has affected people, he has come to realize that total destruction rarely accomplishes anything and that is far more productive to build rather than to break down.

Stockade: Stockade likes to think with her head, but not in the way most people view the term. Impatient and reckless, her first instinct when presented with an obstacle is to charge headfirst into it and worry about the consequences later—or, better yet, let others deal with the consequences. The only one who is able to hold her back is her good friend Ransack, who is always trying to convince her that not everything needs to be knocked down. Still, when some heavy muscle is actually needed, Stockade is the first to be called upon, and as frustrated as her teammates might get with her impetuous nature, even they have to admit that she gets the job done.

Windrazor: Windrazor is old, perhaps one of the oldest Mini-Cons to have ever lived. Once an advisor to the Council of Sages, Windrazor withdrew himself from society when civil war broke out, feeling that his advice had not been heeded. Taking his mentees Ransack and Stockade with him into exile, Windrazor eventually returned to join the Battle Support Team and give advice to their leader Sky Shadow. While nearly everyone else on the team believes that he would be better suited for leadership, Windrazor insists that his time of being a leader has come to an end and that it is time for others to lead for once. After all, it was the stubbornness and stagnation of the Council of Sages that had led to disarray in the first place, and he would be remiss to allow history to repeat itself again.

Ground Surveillance Team

Crosshairs: Crosshairs may have a keen military mind and an excellent strategist, but his people skills make him a terrible leader. He is constantly berating and verbally abusing those serving under his command, treating them like worthless pieces of scrap. He also has poor communication skills, always expecting everyone to know exactly what he is thinking and carrying out his plans exactly as he has foreseen them. Naturally, this creates a self-fulfilling prophecy where his lack of communication causes his team to mess things up, which causes him to berate them and then not speak to them out of spite, repeating the cycle again. The only reason the others put up with him is because they have no one else to go to and because Crosshairs seems to be the only one who knows what’s going on and where they’re going.

Longview: Longview is easily distracted. Soaring in the skies in her eagle alternate mode, she often finds her mind drifting off as she stares at the wonderful scenery around her. This infuriates her leader (and sole flying partner) Crosshairs to no end, and he constantly has to threaten her with repercussions to get her head back in the game. When she is centered and focused, Longview is a ruthless fighter, diving at Autobot foes and attacking them with her talons. While this might make her great fighter, her absent-mindedness causes her to fail in her primary function as aerial reconnaissance; the only reason Crosshairs keeps her in that role is because no one else on the team is suited for it and he has yet to find a Mini-Con willing to join him to take her place.

Scavenger: Scavenger’s function is his name, as redundant as it may sound. Still, it’s a function he carries out well, perhaps better than anyone else on the team carries out theirs. His keen olfactory sensors make him ideal for seeking out energon and other resources, and he has no qualms with picking things off of deactivated bots if he has to. Perhaps his greatest drawback is his ego; he is always bragging to anyone with functioning audio receptors just how good he is at his job and that Crosshairs could not have found a better bot than him to do the job. To say this annoys his teammates would be an understatement, but there is little they can do about it. If they complain, then Scavenger might find reason to withhold energon from them, and Crosshairs certainly isn’t going to listen to them over his most trusted follower.

Snow Cat: Snow Cat hates people. The only reason she is with the Ground Surveillance Team is because she still needs energon as much as any other ‘bot, and because she has run out of places to keep a low profile. She can’t stand her teammates’ personalities and the only orders she listens to are the ones that involve her clawing out Autobots’ optics. The only Mini-Con’s presence she can tolerate even slightly is Longview’s, and that’s only because Longview spends most of her time in the sky, away from Snow Cat, and is too distracted by other things to bother Snow Cat with pointless conversation.

Treadshot: Treadshot loves shooting things—a bit too much, actually. Twitchy and apprehensive, he is the physical manifestation of the phrase “jump the gun.” As soon as something or someone enters his line of sight without warning, he whips out his gun and starts shooting at it. Even when it’s a fellow teammate he’s shooting at, Treadshot doesn’t care and will proceed to brag about how good of a shot he is straight to the faceplate of the Mini-Con he just shot at. While the others would be more than happy to get rid of him, if only for their own personal safety, Crosshairs keeps him around because he would rather have a loose cannon he can control rather than have Treadshot end up with someone who could use the hyperactive tank against him.

[legofanguy]

A Transformers fanfiction for @cybertronia-obscura prompt Cold Construct featuring the Deception character Treadshot whose appear in the last year of the original Transformers G1 toyline.

Treadshot turn on for the first time and he look around to find himself in some kind of assembly list with some bits of the same body type as him left and right to him. Soon, a voice call out, “Alright, the troops are online. Bring them forward.” and Treadshot along with living troops are brought before a hall with a monitor, which show a bot speaking, “I am Megatron, leader of the Deceptions, your brothers and sisters in arm. You were created to restore the glory of our home world of Cybertron by destroying our enemies the Autobots. As soldiers, you must be willing to fight and die in the Decepticon cause. Your sacrifice is a step for our victory!” Soon, Treadshot and the other troops cheer as they are given their weapons and march onboard the ships to their first battlefield.

[incomingawn]

Walk with me…

I'm trying to see something reblog with your weirdest tf ship

[quill-firefly]

A Different Shade of Purple - Chapter 1 (SG FunPub x SG IDW Fanfic)

After losing to Ultra Magnus, SG IDW!Optimus Prime finds himself in another universe quite similar to his own, but vastly different. Now stuck as a librarian designated as Optronix, he considers this his second chance to become the sole ruler of Cybertron. Using what he learned during his first ascent, Optimus Prime will stop at nothing to gain the power he once had, and this time, no mech will get in his way.

On the other end of this conflict, SG FunPub!Megatron struggles to accept the inevitability of civil war coming to Cybertron and that he may be the only mech who could do anything about it. If only he could stop getting distracted by this very insistent librarian who seems intent on keeping all his attention on him.

“Sleeping on the job, Optronix? One would think you didn’t care about the lead archivist position.”

The voice nearly sent him into a flying rage, but with his cooling fans working on overdrive, Optimus Prime kept himself from retorting or lunging immediately towards the other mech.

Slowly, his optics went online, and instead of the medical berth, he found himself leaning against a wooden table scattered with datapads. He looked up, expecting to see that hideous faceplate sneering down at him. Instead, a normal-looking mech watched him. While the smirk was there, Optimus could see the hint of worry in the mech’s red optics.

It would have made him laugh if he wasn’t so stunned.

Ultra Magnus?

Concerned for him?

Maybe he truly had gone mad.

“What? Embarrassed you’ve been caught? While I ought to snitch on you to your boss, I don’t care enough to go find the old rusty mech in the archives. Primus knows I’d get lectured alongside you if I dare disturb his oh so important filing.”  Ultra Magnus laughed, carefree as if he wasn’t just trying to kill Optimus a few kliks ago. 

When Optimus didn’t reapond, The taller mech leaned across the table, optics narrowed. “Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You need a medic or something? Not even a sarcastic remark, Optronix?”

“Where the frag am I?”

Optimus would never use such vulgar language - though they were unfortunately stuck inside his vocabulary like a virus. An irritating by-product of his friendship with Megatron.

A frown settled on Ultra Magnus’ faceplate. “I’m taking you to a medic. You must have caught quite the virus if you’re acting like this. Be grateful that you have such a caring older brother. I don’t want to cancel my date with Treadshot but if you need me—“

“Treadshot?” Optimus could vaguely recall the designation. “What are you talking about?”

“Treadshot. My partner. My conjunx.” Ultra Magnus snapped his digits in front of Optimus, as though trying to see if his processor was broken or not. “Optronix—“

Strangely enough, it was the idea of Ultra Magnus ever having a conjunx that made Optronix realize this wasn’t his world. 

The Ultra Magnus he knew was an ugly mech who had hidden his faceplate behind a hologram because no other mech could possibly be attracted to such an abomination.

To think this Ultra Magnus had a conjunx… Well, that was enough to convince Optimus that he had died and must have ended up in an entirely different universe.

Unless Primus had provided him with the worst afterlife imaginable, it was the only conclusion Optimus could reach.

It had been cycles since he’d have to play the role of an affable mech, but Optimus forced a smile on his faceplate, acting the part of an annoying younger brother. “Aw, you worried for Magnus?”

There was a long silence, then Ultra Magnus was forcibly pulling him away from behind his desk.

“I’m taking you to a medic.”

Huh… he picked the wrong personality then.

—

“His processor is relatively stable. No viruses in his system and there’s no glitch in his programming.”

Optimus sat at the medical berth, digits thrumming against the metal impatiently as Ratchet stated the obvious. He turned his optics to Ultra Magnus who was leaning on the wall, an indifferent look on his faceplates though the tenseness in his frame betrayed his worry. Once he was alone, Optimus needed a good laugh. 

Ultra Magnus… caring for him…

What a joke.

“Then the change in personality?” Ultra Magnus drawled out, sounding as if he wanted to be anywhere but here. 

Optimus caught Ratchet’s optics, the medic flashing him a grin as though they were sharing a secret.

It wasn’t the first look the medic had given him. In his spark, he was delighted to know that in this universe, Ratchet seemed to be much more amicable towards him. It seemed that his counterpart was well-acquainted with Ratchet if they were exchanging snide looks. Though there was also the flicker of rage. In his world, the medic had left with that traitor Goldbug. While Optimus could simply discard the other mech before he could betray him again, it would be best to stay in the mech’s good graces. Ratchet had been a brilliant asset regardless of his treachery. Optimus would simply have to keep the medic from betraying him.

“Have you considered that your brother is simply… happy?” Ratchet had turned to Ultra Magnus, an amused glint in his optics as he crossed his servos in front of his chassis. “If the problem is a change in personality, then I suggest you leave my clinic. I’m a medic, not a psychologist.”

“Run the tests again.” The words were gritted out. Optimus took note of it. This Ultra Magnus seemed to really care about his younger brother. While he was loath to work with the mech again, Optimus knew an opportunity when he saw one. Perhaps in this universe, once he began his ascent to power again, he could manipulate the other mech’s care for him to keep him in line.

After another grueling joor of being poked and prodded, Ratchet confirmed the same diagnosis: Optronix was medically-sound.

There was a clear distress in Ultra Magnus’ optics.

“Apologies for my brother, Ratchet. I don’t want to waste any more of your time.” He tried to keep his tone steady, refusing to stick to a particular personality until he knew what Optronix had been like.

The medic let out a laugh, opening his intake but Ultra Magnus cut him off.

“Are you two… friends?”

The question caught Optimus off-guard.

What was wrong with his other version that prompted that question?

“Of course I have friends.” He scoffed, and that removed all the tension in Ultra Magnus’ frame. At least now he knew that talking back was normal for his other version.

But another thought came into his processor.

If Ultra Magnus thought Optronix didn’t have friends…

Then did he not know Megatron in this universe?

—

After his visit to the clinic, and with a bit of convincing, Ultra Magnus had escorted him home before leaving to meet with Treadshot. Optimus had quickly searched the entire apartment, intending to find any information that would better assist him in impersonating Optronix. He had found quite a bit of information.

For one, his other version was pathetically depressing.

The apartment had no distinguishable personality, nothing to indicate that his other version cared for anything aside from the mess of books on the ground.

Optimus had his own side interests, like listening to Megatron’s passionate speeches because the other mech really had been amusing, so he felt a bit of disappointment at his other self for having… nothing.

Optronix was a librarian. Optimus had been a senator. 

What an inferior mech…

Optimus was about to give up on his fruitless search when he took note of a datapad on a table near the berth.

It gave him everything he needed to know about Optronix.

Optimus had to applaud his other version, his plans were quite meticulous and as depressed as his other version may have been, it seemed the other mech had hated his lack of power.

Enough that he was willing to do anything to seize any for himself.

They were similar in that way.

There was no mention of Metroplex in the plans, but he wasn’t surprised that Starscream’s designation was brought up. Starscream in the other world had been a scientist - not the most brilliant but he would have been a good asset if he had chosen to submit to his rule. In this world, it seemed as though Starscream was a well-known genius.

Optronix had written it all down for Optimus to scour through. An extensive plan to recruit particular mechs, and if he was able to recruit Starscream, he would gain access to Crystal City’s advanced technology. With that technology, Optronix planned to sweep through Cybertron’s cities until he was the sole ruler of the entire planet.

An interesting plan, well-designed and one Optimus would certainly utilize to his advantage. It gave him a better view of what this universe was like and what he could use in his ascent to power.

A shame that this universe’s Starscream didn’t seem to have a Jetfire. Optimus had taken note of how close those two mechs had been in his universe. He could have used both of them against the other to keep them in line.

But there was one other designation that Optimus had searched for. He must have read the datapad three times before he finally came to the same conclusion he had reached at the clinic.

Optronix did not know Megatron.

He didn’t know why, but he felt personally insulted by that.

Where in the designation of Primus was Megatron in this universe?

He had killed his own in the end, but Optimus would not accept the mech’s absence in this new universe.

Megatron would not escape his grasp for the second time.

—

A mathematician.

This universe’s Megatron was a mathematician.

It was such a bizarre fact that Optimus couldn’t even laugh.

He thought of his own Megatron, the miner turned civil rights activist that opposed him the entirety of their friendship. No matter what angled Optimus had tried, Megatron had never trusted him fully. He had lectured Optimus as though they were friends, but Megatron never could see him that way. Optimus chalked it up to the other mech’s distrust of authority.

Optimus was well aware that the other mech had never shared the same affection he had felt.

‘That’s where you are wrong, Orion. You may have offered me a place at your side… but I never could have been on your side.’

He had to admit, killing Megatron was the only regret he ever had after he had returned home to Cybertron.

While he hated the traitors Goldbug, Prowl, and Ultra Magnus, no other mech had compared to Megatron.

He had lost the only mech that he thought he deserved to have.

Now they were both dead in their universe.

Was Megatron given the same second chance that he had?

Optimus stared down at the datapad in his servos, leaning his helm back against the berth as he scoured some of the available pictures of this universe’s Megatron.

He had searched the other mech’s designation in the system, hoping that somehow in this universe Megatron had made a reputation for himself that he would be famous enough to pop up among the search results.

He had been instantly met with mathematical papers and a profile from the Polyhex Institute. Not only was Megatron a mathematician, he was also a professor.

Optimus had a difficult time recognizing the mech in the picture.

While this universe’s Megatron looked similar to his own, it was startling to see the easy smile on the other mech’s faceplate. It didn’t appear forced, rather it appeared as though it was a gesture that came to this universe’s Megatron easily.

He had a difficult time equating this Megatron from the Megatron he knew. Even when their friendship was somewhat amicable, his Megatron usually held an irritated scowl on his faceplate. He had been rough around the edges, his experience as a miner having shaped him into a jaded mech that sometimes Optimus had wondered what kept the hope in the other mech’s spark from dimming. It was that juxtaposition that made him so entertaining.

If only his Megatron had stayed by his side…

His optics focused on the picture again.

This universe’s Megatron had the same blue optics, but there was no weariness in their gaze. Rather, there was an openness in that faceplate, a mech who looked like he trusted and forgave too easily.

While Optimus missed the Megatron of his universe (for he had been the first love he had known), he would be lying if he said he wasn’t endeared by this universe’s Megatron.

This version was untouched by life’s hardships.

A clean slate.

—

Blue optics glowed in the darkness as the sun dipped past the horizon, bathing Professor Megatron’s office in shadows.

He could feel the shake in his servos, the horror across his faceplate as he read through the equations again and again.

He couldn’t remember how long he had stood there, but from the stiffness in his frame, it must have been joors.

Even as the formula disappeared before him, engulfed by the black of the coming lunar cycle, he could almost see the numbers flashing across in his processor. 

Recharge would not come easily.

Megatron knew it would not come easily for a very long time.

When he had begun his calculations a few astroweeks ago, it had been a mere curiosity that he had wanted to indulge. The school year in the Institute of Polyhex had officially ended and most of the students had returned home to their cities. As Megatron was one of the few professors who resided on campus, he had a lot of free time on his servos.

He had planned to publish his views on the theory of psychohistory, a controversial branch of science that most of his colleagues had ridiculed in the past. Megatron hadn’t had the time to look into it himself, but he had decided he would after cycles of putting the task to the side.

Now… he was unsure if that had been a good idea.

If the theory was true, then the entire world was about to be put into upheaval.

Civil war…

Wars were a phenomenon of the ancient past, when Cybertronian cities were still divided and scrounging for land.

After many treaties and alliances, Cybertron had come into a peaceful golden era.

How many generations has it been since the last war?

Megatron was no historian, but he was quite certain that there was no mech currently alive that had actually witnessed a war.

There remained warriors, but they’ve never truly seen a battlefield.

Now all of Cybertron was about to plunge into a new era of bloodshed.

Megatron let out a shaky vent, unable to believe the answer his calculations had given.

He’d have to consult his colleagues. Even if psychohistory was controversial, the results needed to be shared.

Megatron could not close his optics to a possible civil war.

He would never forgive himself if it came true and he had done nothing to stop it.

Suddenly, a notification from the datapad on his desk broke him from his thoughts.

He turned, feeling the ache in his frame as he reached his desk and grabbed the datapad with his servos.

A message.

He frowned, unable to recognize the ID that had sent it:

‘Dear Professor,

I am a librarian from the City of Iacon. I have recently come across a few of your papers and I’m interested to learn more from you. Forgive me for being so bold, but if you have the time, I would love to keep up this correspondence with you.’

Sincerely,

Optronix

[04s-art-and-mocs]

Treadshot

[nu-reality]

I uh, did more art, forgot to post it. And then did another one. So now this is an Action Master doublefeature post! With... BT-42 Treadshot, and... *shuffles papers*. Hexbug Mainframe. Yeah! (blame @definitelyasfwaccount) I'm quite enjoying this whole design stuff, but I'm not sure where to go next. Might hit some Universe 08 designs. For fun!

[siphersaysstuff]

Transformers: Energon Autobot Air Team members Sky Shadow, Terradive, Treadshot, and Windrazor.

New card-art scans for TFWIKI.net

[asknarashikari]

The Decade Cast are assigned some Autobots and Decepticons that they have to share amongst all four of them. Get ready for a long list Kari-chan because there are so many of these guys.

Their assigned Autobots are the Aerialbots, comprised of the Silverbolt the acrophobic Concorde leader, Air Raid the impulsive and fearless F-15 Eagle, Fireflight the absent-minded F-4 Phantom, Skydive the gifted strategist F-16A Fighting Falcon, Slingshot the insecure loud-mouthed Sea Harrier, Alpha Bravo the insecure slowpoke helicopter, Powerglide the show off A-10 Warthog, Universe Airazor the small but fierce F-22 Raptor, Barrel Roll the mellowed Cybertronian jet, Ro-Tor the AH-64 Apache helicopter, and Storm Fire the Space Shuttle, who five to six of them can combine to form stagnant Superion, the Air Team, comprised of Storm Jet the rowdy Cybertronian SR-71 Blackbird spy plane, Sky Shadow the A-10 Thunderbolt II, Terradive the A-10 Thunderbolt II, Treadshot the ambitious F-22 Raptor, and Windrazor the veteran F-22 Raptor, who combine into Superion Maximus, the naive and cocky Cybertronian jet twin brothers of Skyfire and Skystorm, who combine into the powerful Safeguard, and Breakaway the skilled F-35 Lighting II.

Their assigned Decepticons are the Seekers, comprised of Starscream the formerly treacherous now humble and deadly Air Commander, Skywarp the chaotic but dumb and cowardly jet, Thundercracker the egotistical jet who can write movies, Dirge the mournful and greedy conehead jet, Ramjet the dumb and lying conehead jet, Thrust the loud-mouthed and envious conehead jet, Bitstream the genius jet, Hotlink the gadget geek jet, Nacelle the eager jet, Sunstorm the sycophant and narcissistic jet, Acid Storm the quiet green jet, Ion Storm the blue jet, Nova Storm the yellow jet, Cloudcover the radioactive conehead jet, Sandstorm the desert warfare jet, Blazewake the young and brash jet, Red Wing the brave but cautious jet, Slipstream the strategic female jet, Cybertron Thundercracker the jokester and goofball jet, Armada Thrust the master manipulator and tactician jet, Dreadwing the cool-minded jet, Skyquake the short-tempered jet, Blitzwing the loudmouthed triple-changer tank and jet jerk, the Combatrons, comprised of BW Starscream the narcissist and snobby fighter jet, BB the dumb brute stealth bomber, BW Dirge the comedian and gourmet chef fighter jet, and BW Thrust the comedian figther jet, Darkwing the gloomy Tornado GR1 fighter jet, Dreadwind the depressed F-16 Fighting Falcon jet, G2 Dreadwing the dumb pacifist stealth bomber, G2 Smokescreen the manipulative fighter jet, and Megaplex, the F-22 Raptor fighter jet clone of Megatron who is good instead of evil.

All of these Autobot and Decepticons jets reside nearby within the giant Decepticon city Metrotitan. Optimus has assigned Starscream to lead this group and he also serves as a leader for the Decade cast because of the chaos duo being well look at them.

What are the Riders reaction to the Decade Cast's assigned Cybertronians being most of the flying ones and Starscream being assigned as the leader for both this group of Cybertronians, but also as the leader for the Decade cast due to the chaos duo being chaotic.

I think they would question anyone assigning Tsukasa and Daiki robots they could possibly order around to do their chaotic bidding... but I guess they'll all count on Natsumi, Onodera and hopefully Starscream to keep them in line

[thelastgherkin]

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[protagonistprime]

Coming to Legacyverse through negative polarity Stellar Spanner, Good Decepticon Treadshot hopes to uncover the mysteries of decaying multiversal walls...

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I don't know why but this mold suits this character really well and also i wanted to make this given how much i liked Crosshairs Productions depiction of character.

[askvectorprime]

what did g1 cartoon megatron turn into on cybertron. what about blaster and perceptor? or the triple changers blitzwing and astrotrain?

Dear Alt-Mode Anxious,

It may not surprise you to learn that their alt-modes were similar to what they ended up having on Earth. As this may seem a little routine, I have elected to expand a little on their circumstances, as I understand some of their histories may not be as well known.

Megatron turned into a powerful fusion cannon, and along with Shockwave, Kiloton, and Treadshot, formed what was known as the "Kolkular Gun Club." They all had minds suited for strategy and warfare, and were among the elite of the Decepticons. Few were surprised when Megatron deposed Trannis and seized control of the faction. It must be stated that Megatron's size changing abilities were not tied to his alternate mode, which hovered above the battle, raining down fire upon his enemies. Instead the size changing came from a plot where Megatron and Soundwave tried infiltrating Iacon, having their power chip rectifiers modified to allow them to sneak in unnoticed. Teletraan-1 did take this power into account when choosing Megatron and Soundwave's new alternate modes.

Blaster turned into the core Iacon base's communications array, a powerful computer system that proved invaluable to the Autobot resistance. In fact, it was this alternate mode that made him the first to hear Teletraan-1's distress signal from the Decepticon attack on the Ark. He relayed this to Elita One, and she instructed Perceptor to try and find the vessel.

At the time, Perceptor turned into a powerful X-Ray telescope, although he had long held a distaste for this alternate mode, feeling a strong sense of disquiet from the empty cosmos. Of course, during war there was little time for comforts, and he dutifully scoured the skies for the likely location of the Autobot's last signal. When he located the, ahem, backwards system they'd likely be, Elita One dispatched the pair of them to go on a rescue mission. They managed to reach Earth, and had been scanning the system to locate the Ark.

Unfortunately a wave of energy disrupted their ship, sending it crashing to Earth where they slept for millions of years.

They were eventually dug out... by Megatron and the Decepticons, who found a group of Autobot warriors in stasis the perfect tool to strike against the Autobots. Having Soundwave wipe their memory circuits, Megatron easily deceived them into believing they were Decepticons, and they had been sent to kill Optimus Prime. He gave them alternate modes of his own design, and had them launch a surprise attack on a human city. Of course, the memory wipe couldn't erase their personalities. When they witnessed the Autobots risking their lives to save humanity, the two felt their inner Autobot programming emerging. Surrendering, they were welcomed back into the Autobots on Earth, although they still had trouble with the memories they had lost. Blaster never forgave Soundwave for his intrusion, and vowed to give him a taste of his own medicine one day.

As for Blitzwing, he had been just another Decepticon air warrior piloting the tetrajet-fighters across Cybertron. It took little effort to convince him to become one instead of merely piloting one, and he was enrolled as an early member of the Skyraiders.

When Megatron took over the Decepticons, he put Shockwave to work enhancing his army. One of the methods Shockwave came up with was the triple changer, with Blitzwing being his first experiment. He supercharged the Skyraider's transformation cog until he was able to coax out a destroyer tank mode, turning Blitzwing into the perfect Ground and Air Commando.

Astrotrain had been a lowly cargo hauler, one of the Decepticon workers who brought needed materiel from the weapons factories to the front lines. He jumped at the chance to become a triple changer, viewing it as a necessary upgrade to enable him to finally become a warrior. Unfortunately, he found himself gaining a courier shuttle and mass transit carriage modes, apparently further cementing his role as a cargo transporter. It wasn't until Megatron called for reinforcements on Earth, millions of years later, that he finally got to join the frontlines himself—even if his Earthly alternate modes ended up being similar to those on Cybertron.

[toyboxcomix]

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