#What do you call a group of Tarns

[xretiredcommanderx]

What's your favorite thing about Tarn? What's your least favorite thing about him?

[Meme|Accepting]

"Tarn is loyal and devoted. He also has an innate ability to keep control and collected in chaos. There is not a single favourite thing I have about him, there is plenty."

"His thighs aren't that bad to look at either..."

"However--"

"I'm not keen on the substance he's been so fond of taking behind closed doors."

[in1-nutshell]

I have a really dumb idea for Fearless.  Getaway happens, again.  The crew is trapped on the necroplanet with six hours before the djd comes knocking down the door.  When Megatron goes off to talk to Tarn, Fearless follows because why the fuck not.  Maybe they make their presence known the moment that Megatron offers to exchange himself for everyone elses safety with a loud objection.  Maybe they wait until a fight starts and Megatron gets the shit beat outta him to try and (fail) stop Tarn.  Either way I want the angst to the max.  Tarn taunting Megs for his hypocrisy, from wiping out organic planets by the dozen to practically begging for Tarn not to hurt Fearless.

Side note, not sure how this would fit into the angst but I'm laughing at the idea of Tarn having an almost a one-sided rivalry with Fearless because he went from being Megatron’s favorite student to second to a tiny fleshling.

Instant Angst coming right up!

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless VS Tarn

SFW, Platonic, ANGST, Familial, mention of wounds and some injuries, nothing too graphic, Human reader

MTMTE

Fearless wanted to go on the planetary mission with the Rod Squad.

But Megatron simple said no.

So, they tried asking Magnus, with a report too!

Still no.

They even went to Rodimus to ask to go.

Even he said no!

Fearless already was processing a sick note for the Co-captain when they saw the squad leaving.

They quickly got into their battle suit (similar to Verity’s in Last Stand of the Wrecker’s) and hopped into one of the larger med kits.

Getaway transmission inside the Necrobot’s dome. Getaway: “And now Rodimus what are you going to do? The entire crew on this ship voted mutiny. All you bots will die like pathetic fools along side Megatron. I’ll make sure to say something to Fearless for you.” Rodimus: “I swear if you lay a digit on them—” CLICK! The call had declined. Rodimus looked stressed while Megatron looked like he was going to have a stroke. Everyone who heard suddenly got worried about their little human on the ship. It wasn’t any news about Getaway behaving certain ways around organics, especially after the incident. Megatron clenching his servos. TAP! TAP! One of the larger med kits Swerve had brought in suddenly moved. Swerve: “Oh great! The med kits are possessed now!” The tap opens and Fearless pops their head out. Fearless: “Who was carrying the medkits!? I swear I nearly lost my lunch—what’s everyone looking at? Did someone die?” Megatron looks like he is about to faint. Magnus sure did. Megatron: “WHY ARE YOU HERE!?” Fearless puts their hands up in surrender. Whirl: “Megs I think you need to get your priorities checked. This is great!” Megatron: “And pray tell why having one of the most vulnerable crew members on the ship, well what’s left of the original crew, here in the same place we are going to get slaughtered by the DJD is great!?” Fearless: “…what in the world did I miss…”

Fearless wordlessly as Megatron explained their situation.

By the end of it they swore they were going to kick Getaway’s tin can so far, he would be forever drifting in space.

The small human had never met the DJD in their life.

They heard stories about the group from other bots around the ship, but it was almost like they were too scared to even speak their names.

They tried one time talking to Megatron about them, it earned them a weeklong silent treatment.

To Fearless, they were more bad guys that had made their family miserable and deathly afraid of.

They didn’t truly know what DJD did.

Fearless decided to make themselves a bit useful and tried to help more panicy bots calm down.

Apparently, it helped the bots calm down when they held/petted/cuddled them close, and they were going to bare it for their sakes.

They noticed that some bots were going to need more durable things to hold and fidget with.

Thankfully they spotted a couple of loose bolts inside a bright pink scooter.

Too bad that the scooter started up knocking them out for a bit.

When Fearless eventually comes out of their ‘nap’ they immediately open up the compartment and sees a bunch of blue flowers.

They hop off and see Megatron standing in front of a statue… of himself?

Suddenly a new bot came out of nowhere and transformed in front of Megatron.

They glared at the mysterious mech.

Something was wrong.

Something was definitely wrong…

The human’s eyes nearly popped out of their skull when they heard Megatron address Tarn about surrendering to keep the crew safe.

What was this!?!?

They were still processing what Megatron had said when Tarn started beating him up.

Fearless was ready to see Megatron completely annihilate his metal behind.

They just stared in horror seeing their father figure not even attempting to defend himself.

The tiny human was FURIOUS!

Fearless runs, jumps on Megatron’s chassis, raises their blasters up at the purple Con with fire in their eyes. Fearless: “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” Megatron feels his spark stop seeing Fearless on his chassis YELLING at TARN! Tarn was surprised to see a human DEFENDING Megatron. Tarn: “What is this? Oh, I see. You truly have changed Megatron. From making every organic life form quake in your presence, to having to rely on them to fight your battles?” Tarn laughs as he takes a step forward. Fearless readies their blasters. Fearless: “I’m warning you! Stay away from us!” Tarn: “Ha! What is the little organic going to do? I am Tarn! Leader of the Decepticon Justice Division! Megatron’s chosen one!” Fearless: “You sure about that? Cause last time I checked my names on the adoption papers and not yours.” Tarn is in a slight stuttering mess, not expecting to hear that comment. Megatron tries to move his servo but can’t: “Fearless don’t provoke him!” Tarn: “You are a peculiar organic, aren’t you? Sadly, you won’t be remembered.” Fearless glares at Tarn. Fearless: “I’m not going to repeat myself Tarn, but I’ll do it for you so your tiny processor can comprehend. Stay away from us or I WILL—” Tarn: “What are you going to do? Blast me in the face?” Fearless with a determined smile: “Yes.” BLAST! Fearless had indeed blasted Tarn in the face, then proceeded to JUMP on his chassis and started punching and shooting. Tarn was too startled to properly think what was going on as the human started climbing and tearing parts of his armor. Fearless looks behind them and straight at Megatron. They had a desperate look on their face. Fearless: “GO!”

Megatron laid down on the floor for a couple of seconds stunned at what his organic child had just done.

He scrambled up and attempted to get Fearless.

Sadly, Tarn had gotten to his senses and grabbed Fearless harshly.

The leader of the DJD’s armor was dented and some holes sprinkled around.

Fearless had a scowl on their face and thrashed around in his clenched servo.

Tarn just flexed his digits and made Fearless stop and gasped hearing something snap.

That’s not good…

Megatron yelled at him to spar Fearless.

Tarn felt disgusted… and a bit jealous.

How come Megatron cared so much about his puny organic when he had him!?

Tarn sadistically laughed and threw Fearless into his subspace.

Megatron was about to demand Fearless back again when Overlord suddenly descended from the sky and demanded Tarn to hand Megatron over so he could terminate him.

Megatron slipped away with a heavy spark to the dome.

When he returned to the crew, Megatron told them what happened and who had taken Fearless.

Whirl was about to exit the dome at that same second if Cyclonus and Magnus hadn’t tackled him down.

Rodimus did his best to calm the crew, despite the sinking pit in his tank.

Everyone knew the chances Fearless had alone with Tarn.

They were slim to nonexistent.

Meanwhile, Tarn had just arrived with the rest of his group.

He opened his subspace and carelessly tossed the human aside.

Fearless yelped when they landed on one of their legs.

Another snap.

Oh, if Ratchet ever found out about this…

Well good news was that he wasn’t even here… yeah… good news…

Tarn just gave them a simple order to stay put.

He wanted to destroy them in front of Megatron.

No one else was to touch them under his orders.

A silver lining, now all they needed to do was figure out a way to get back to the crew and not die in the process.

Just two things.

While Fearless was starting to worry about the shortness of breath and hot/cold flashes they were feeling, they barely noticed much of the battle happening around them.

It wasn’t until Tarn and most of his group had gone to personally fight that Fearless realize that they had been left in the ‘care’ of the light blue minibot that had been giving them the stink eye since they snapped their leg.

Suddenly the minibot told them that she didn’t see them escape before head to Deathsaurus.

Fealess suddenly realized they had no one guarding them.

They yelped and grunted as they tried getting up.

Thankfully they didn’t need to stand up for too long thanks to a familiar looking felicon racing to them.

Ravage: “Fearless!” Ravage skid to a stop in front of the barely standing human. Fearless managed to give him a tight smile before leaning on him. He smelled them a bit. Ravage: “You’re bleeding.” Fearless: “That’s probably from the broken bone.” Ravage: “What is broken?!” Fearless: “Yeah and I think something in my chest snapped too…” Ravage kneels letting Fearless struggle to get on. He flinches hearing their labored breathing and yelps. Ravage: “This isn’t going to be a smooth ride Fearless. Hold on tight and don’t let go.” Fearless gripping part of his armor: “Wasn’t planning on it.”

Fearless didn’t know what was worse.

Focusing on the pain in their chest and leg or focusing on the battle around them.

They definitely needed to apologize to Ravage for how hard they were clenching his armor.

Most didn’t even take notice of the felicon being used to move the injured human.

Sadly, there was one mech on the battlefield that had taken notice.

Fearless sees the giant shadow dwarfing them and Ravage. All they see is Tarn’s large servo reach for them. Fearless raises one of their arms and starts blasting. Fearless: “GO BACK TO THE PITS WHERE YOU BELONG!” It only slows down Tarn a bit. It wasn’t enough. Tarn slaps hard at Fearless’s smaller body. To Ravage’s horror he sees the smaller body get plunged into the fray, swallowed by the fire and smoke of the battlefield. Ravage: “FEARLESS!” A pair of mechs had just seen the act from the screen. One of them immediately ran out.

Time skip after the battle…

The bots who were well enough to walk started rounded up around Terminus and Megatron.

Megatron was trying to recruit a search party for Fearless.

When Megatron had gone out, it was impossible to find their tiny body amongst the chaos around.

Even right after dealing with the DJD and Rodimus pulling him out of the place, there was still no sign of Fearless.

Hope was dwindling fast.

Megatron: “All right, in 5 minutes we depart.” Skids (yes, he lives): “Count me in.” Rung holds Skids back: “With the low energy you have, I don’t think that’s wise Skids.” Skids: “Fearless is out there, we need every bot on deck.” Whirl hobbling over: “He’s right Eyebrows. My Amica is out there and needs us.” Terminus looking at one of the monitors. Terminus: “Your human is small, correct?” Megatron not looking: “Yes.” Terminus: “And in some form of armor?” Megatron still not looking: “Yes.” Terminus: “They leak a lot of red fluids?” Megatron pauses before looking at the screen. Fearless was INSIDE the dome and staggering to the door. Megatron: “Sweet Solus Prime!” Megatron sprints to the door faster than he ever had in his life.

No one knows how Fearless got this far.

Ratchet tells them that it shouldn’t even be possible for them to move with the amount of blood loss and broken bones.

But he wasn’t complaining.

No one is.

Ratchet doesn’t leave Fearless’s side for a couple of hours.

Ratchet stands up with Fearless, bandaged up and limp. Ratchet: “I need someone to hold Fearless, very still, for a while.” Megatron: “I’ll do it.” Ratchet: “No offense Megatron, but you’re shaking like a new recruit. Any harsh movement is not what they need right now.” Whirl hobbles over and opens his cockpit. Carefully he reclines the seat and pulls out one of Fearless’s blankets from his subspace. Whirl: “I’ll take them Doc. I’ll even sit down in the corner.” Ratchet hesitates, but the determined look in Whirl’s optic finally made him gently lay Fearless inside. As soon as Ratchet finished putting Fearless down, Megatron came up and carefully tucked them in. Fearless slightly snuggles closer to the blanket. Terminus peaks over Megatron’s shoulder. Terminus: “They mean that much to you?” Megatron watches Whirl carefully hobble to a corner and sat down. He didn’t miss the Ex-Wrecker carefully adjust their blanket. Megatron: “Yes, yes they do.”

[lord-squiggletits]

You know, I feel like Pharma had the right idea about the rust plague. Oh there's a group of supersoldiers at the door who were handpicked by Megatron and specialize in torture threatening to kill everyone here? They're also complete powerhouses that can wipe out a ship of 200+ bots? Ok, but how well are they against a disease that slowly makes them fall apart? Can Tarn talk it away? Is Overlord immune to every illness? At that point I'd be willing to make a few sacrifices to find out, it's not like the alternate is any better.

Lost Light but-Pharma-is-there au where whenever they run into op enemies and everything seems hopeless, Pharma suggests making another plague. Megatron refusing to get off his ass to help fight off the consequences of his actions? Let me just use this little disease I've been cooking up for this exact scenario :)

Yeah I mean the problem is that Pharma was dealing with Tarn-- JUST TARN-- all by himself, and bringing in Ambulon and/or First Aid wouldn't have helped because they're not any better fighters than he is! If anything, getting them involved might've just gotten them all killed since First Aid would probably try to call for help and Ambulon... well, on the alt Lost Light, the DJD didn't care about going in List order and just killed all three of their targets plus everyone around them besides, so who's to say seeing Ambulon wouldn't have just made Tarn kill them all immediately, blackmail deal and List order be damned?

Pharma stands no chance against just Tarn, much less all of the DJD together, based on physical prowess alone. Even if he somehow managed to kill Tarn by himself, there's the whole rest of the DJD to cope with too.

With the rust plague, there's basically two options:

The request to evacuate is honored and Prowl pulls them out of Delphi, saving everyone bar a few who die to the red rust. Maybe if they're lucky, some pieces of Delphi are still infested with disease particles and the DJD get infected when they come looking for Pharma.

The worst option, Tarn/the DJD come to collect, rampage through Delphi and kill anyone they find, but get infected in the process (likely Kaon, Vos, and Tarn first, since they need to transform to fight or torture, and Tarn has his addiction). A shitload of people at Delphi die, but the DJD are infected and die either immediately or eventually.

But like, if Pharma didn't use the red rust, his only options would've been to try and beat the DJD head on (literally impossible) or ask for an evac on his own (the DJD can cut off those signals and hunt you down anyways) or just keep harvesting t-cogs (nothing gets better and Pharma keeps having to kill people).

So like, fucking genuinely what exactly was Pharma meant to do in this situation? Yeah it's easy to go "he could've found a solution that didn't kill anyone" but bro was literally under a blackmail deal delivered by Tarn himself in the flesh FOR AT LEAST TWO WHOLE YEARS STRAIGHT like yeah I think under psychological and moral torment that intense for that long, feeling like escape is completely impossible and will be punished with death, I too would go nuclear and pick an incredibly violent/messy solution if I saw it as my last resort to get out (kind of) unscathed and not being blamed for my own torture and suffering.

Also, re: that last paragraph, honestly all I could think of was this meme:

But also fun fact, I actually do want to write some variety of a "Pharma lives" AU in which he actually gets to live his dreams of slaughtering Tarn and the DJD like diseased animals, so... stay tuned. Eventually.

[tinydefector]

The Artist, Musician and Medic

Tarn x Pharma x Cybertronian Oc

Warnings: gore, violence, non-consensual touching, death, corpses. Causal DJD stuff

Word count 2.4k

Pharma masterlist

Tarn masterlist

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Energon smears the halls, the dishevelled corpse's of cybertronian litter the ground as Tarn and the DJD make their way through the abandoned building. If it wasn't for the sound of music and the multiple corpses they would have believed it empty. Pharma does his best to ignore the sheer carnage as he moves forward. They cautiously navigate through the blood-stained halls of the abandoned building, the music fills the air, creating an eerie contrast to the gruesome scene before them. The tension is palpable, and the group exchanges hushed whispers among themselves.

Vos, always the observant one, breaks the silence. "I can't believe we're meeting someone here. This place feels like a death gallery" His optics scan the surroundings, searching for any signs of movement.

Kaon, nods in agreement. "Agreed, Vos." He keeps his weapon at the ready, Pharma, walking alongside Tarn, chimes in. "I assure you, this acquaintance is worth the risk." His voice carries in the echoing corridor. Tarn's voice is laced with a hint of scepticism, "I do hope you're right, Pharma. We wouldn't want any more accidents or mistakes would we?." He glances around, his optics narrowing. " if this acquaintance of yours betrays us, there will be consequences for you."

Pharma's optics meet Tarn's, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "I understand, Tarn. I wouldn't have gone through all of this effort if I didn't believe they would be persuaded to assist" pharma has to hold himself from snarking that the grounder. The group continues their cautious advance, the music growing louder as they draw closer to their destination. Each step brings them closer to the unknown mech, and the tension in the air becomes almost suffocating. But they press on.

As they enter a larger room a lithe framed Flyer stands there, dipping their digits into the energon leaking from a sobbing bots chest before continuing to work on the canvas in front of them. "Pharma!, what do I owe the pleasure? '' They call out the end part of their sentence dripping with disdain; it was clear they weren't happy to see him. "You know the deal" they turn to look at the seeker dead in the optics waiting for the new case of inner energon. 

Tarn's gaze narrows, flicking to Pharma and back to the bot standing in front of them. Tarn's grip on his Pharma lossens as he pushes the medic to take steps towards what he could only presume was a helimech. Pharma lets out a trill of displeasure due to Tarn. 

 " Carva, always a pleasure to see you," he responds, his voice carrying a hint of forced cheerfulness. "I've brought you a new case of inner energon, as per our agreement." His gaze meets the bot on the table who pleaded with him, he turns his gaze from them before focusing on the Helimech. 

The tension in the room is palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and hidden agendas. Tarn remains silent, his optics locked on the interaction between the seeker and helimech. There is clear history between them just by how they interact with each other, one that Tarn can only speculate about, but this mech wasn't what he had expected pharma to keep company with. his optics linger of the energon stained room, the paintings were everywhere, he had to admire the almost macabre display But for now, he remains on guard.

They take the large container opening it before dipping a digit in it, bringing it to their lips to test it. "Hmmm, what can I do for you Pharma or this for your guest?, it's not often you go out of your way to bring me inner energon. Let alone seek me out" They state while adding it to the table with the dying bot and jars of even more energon. "How may I help?" Carva asks while staring Tarn down their bright Green optics are a change from the normal red or blue most cybertronians sported. Carva's piercing optics lock onto Tarn, they knew very well who he was but they were more curious as to why he was here and just what Pharma had dragged himself into.

Pharma, ever the diplomat, addresses Carva's question. "I thought it would be a good opportunity for us to catch up, Carva. It's been too long since our paths crossed."

“Cut the slag and get to it Pharma” they growl, optics narrowing on the seeker. Pharma's wings flutter slightly in discomfort. "So, tell me, what brings you here? And why have you dragged the DJD to my doorstep?"

Pharma's optics flicker with caution, a shutter runs up his frame before he resets his vocalizer and responds, choosing his words carefully. " Tarn is looking for information on a grounder I know you used to be in contact with. Rainrunner” it makes the room go quiet before Carva shoves their fist through the spark on the mech on the table. Their EM field pulsing in anger. “what makes you believe I know anything about that backstabbing two face excuse of a spark” they snarl. 

 "We are willing to compensate you generously for your assistance," Tarn adds, his voice carried like velvet but with a hint of veiled threat. "But make no mistake. We expect your full cooperation, harbouring a Decepticon deserter is quite unforgettable. The DJD does not take kindly to those who withhold information or attempt to deceive us." Tarn's words hang in the air, The DJD leader's gaze remains fixed on helimech, their blades whirl in distaste as they narrow their optics on him. 

"Hunting down defectors, Tarn? I must say, I expected nothing less from the infamous Decepticon Justice Division," Carva remarks, their voice dripping with a hint of sarcasm. "But you, Pharma, working with the Decepticons? Now that's a surprise. Autobot HMO turned traitor, or should I say, opportunist? Quite the twist."

they state with a smirk. Watching how his wings twitch under their gaze. "And speaking of twists, it's such a shame what happened to your hands, Pharma. I heard the fight with Ratchet left you quite mangled," they taunt, knowing full well that the topic hits a nerve. 

"So.. what's in it for me. Since I can't stay here now, you have disturbed my sanctuary, and knowing my luck I'll have Autobots at my door by the next cycle. your huntting down rainrunner, i want in, i want that slaggers spark" Carva finally states as they move to paint some of the new energon onto their canvas. 

Tarn's optics narrow on Carva, his gaze fixed on Carva's painting. “I believe that can be arranged, If your information leads us to him" Tarn rumbles, the others look towards their leader's curiosity. It wasn't often Tarn made exceptions like this but they were hardly going to argue with the tank. 

“Well then what are we waiting for," They state as they walk their way to stand right in front of Tarn. His optics narrow as Carva retrieves their weapons and attaches them to their back struts, their words dripping with anticipation and a hunger for a hunt. The DJD leader can't help but feel a mix of curiosity and caution at Carva's readiness to join forces.

"Your eagerness is commendable, Carva," Tarn says, his voice laced with a hint of hesitation as he contemplates the potential implications of this alliance. "But joining the Decepticon Justice Division is not a decision to be taken lightly. We are a force driven by duty and loyalty." Tarn pauses, his gaze piercing through Carva's optics. "If you truly wish to stand by our side, you must prove your worth. Show me that your skills can be utilized in service of our cause. Only then will I consider welcoming you into the fold," Tarn states, his voice carrying a subtle undercurrent of challenge.

The room holds its breath, the air heavy with anticipation, as Tarn awaits Carva's response. The DJD leader knows that this moment could shape the course of their future, and he remains prepared for any outcome. "Oh I'm not joining you, I have no interest in the Decepticons, but If you're going after Rainrunner I intend to be there to watch that traitorous heep of transfluid regret ever crossing me" they state it wasn't up for debate. 

It makes Pharma twitch watching two very deadly psychopaths stare each other down.

Tarn's optics narrow further at Carva's bold declaration. It seems that Carva has no interest in joining the Decepticons, but their determination to accompany Tarn in going after Rainrunner is unwavering. He's almost taken back at their boldness, it wasn't often mechs were willing to square up to the tank.  

"Very well, Carva," Tarn finally concedes, his voice laced with a begrudging acceptance. “ presence does not grant you immunity. You will prove your worth, and you will follow my lead. Fail to do so, and you will regret crossing paths with me," Tarn states, his tone a mix of warning and begrudging acceptance.

It's cycles later and Carva sits watching Pharma work on removing T-cogs out of bots in the Peaceful Tyranny, optics linger on his skilful work, it was hardly his best work but then again much has changed over the millennias. "For some reason I just can't fathom how you fell in with the DJD" they coo in an almost amused tone. Pharma's servo moves with precision and expertise as he skillfully removes T-cogs, Pharma pauses for a moment, his optics flickering with a mix of emotions. There is a hint of sadness in his gaze, a weight that seems to burden his spark, but it's quickly extinguished. He continues his work, his voice carrying a sombre undertone as he responds to Carva's remark. "I suppose it is difficult to understand, isn't it?" Pharma says, his voice tinged with a touch of resignation. "But sometimes, circumstances and choices lead us down paths we never anticipated. The war took its toll on all of us, and I found myself in a position where joining the DJD seemed like the only option for survival of the Delphi medical and research centre."

Pharma's words carry a hint of regret, as if he is haunted by the choices he has made. He continues to work, his movements becoming more deliberate, almost as if he's trying to distract himself. "But sometimes, we make sacrifices in order to protect those we care about. Or for protection And in my case, joining the DJD was a means to an end, a way to ensure safety."

"Haven't changed one bit have you doctor" they tease while moving behind him one servo grasping his hip as they lean into his audial. " always had a thing for killers didn't you, seems like you have become quite unethical ‘Doctor DJD’ " they tease, While kissing the cabling of his neck it makes Pharma uncomfortable. "And you Haven't changed one bit, have you, Carva?" Pharma responds, his voice laced with a touch of irritation. He tries to subtly shift away from Carva's grasp, creating some distance between them . The uncomfortable sensation of Carva's lips brushing against the cabling of his neck still lingers, “still hunting down mechs to use in your artwork, I thought you would have used your medical skills for something far more productive.

Pharma takes a moment to collect himself before continuing. "My association with the DJD is not a reflection of my ethics," he retorts, his voice carrying a touch of defensiveness. "I am well aware of the reputation that precedes the Decepticon Justice Division, but I assure you, Carva, my intentions are not driven by a fascination with killers or a desire to be unethical. There are other factors at play here, ones that I wouldn't expect a shadowplay victim to understand." Pharma's tone carries a hint of frustration, as if he is tired of defending himself against such accusations.

He remains guarded, keeping his true motivations and feelings hidden, They move back with a huff. "Hmm shame, you used to be fun. Now you're just snappy. I see Ratchet did a number on you, he was always more fun than you were, I did always like that party ambulance" they state before stalking around the medical berth.

Pharma's optics narrow slightly as Carva's words sting him. The accusation of being snappy hits a nerve, causing a flicker of defensiveness in his expression . He takes a moment to compose himself, his voice carrying a touch of passive-aggression as he responds, "Oh, I'm sorry if I don't meet your expectations of 'fun', not all of us can be dedicated mech killers because they have a few wires lose in their processor" he snaps. 

Before Pharma even gets a chance to take his words back he's pinned down onto the unconscious mech on his work bench. Carvas servo around his throat. Bright green optics bore into his blue ones. Pharma's optics widen in shock and alarm as Carva's servo presses against his throat. The smirk on Carva's face sends a chill down his spinal struts, A mixture of fear and defiance flickers in Pharma's optics as he struggles against Carva's grip, his vocalizer emitting a strained rasp. "Carva, what is the meaning of this? Release me at once!" he demands, his voice laced with a hint of desperation . The pressure on his throat makes it difficult to speak, but Pharma refuses to let fear silence him entirely.

Pharma manages to reach for a nearby tool on the workbench. His fingers wrap around a sharp instrument, and without hesitation, he brings it down, aiming for Carva's arms exposed cables. The strike is swift and precise, a desperate attempt to break free from the vice-like grip. As the blade connects, Carva snarls loudly, grip loosens, allowing Pharma to push them off and scramble to his pede. He takes a few steps back, his vents heaving as he tries to regain his composure, his wings twitch and flick distraughtly. His optics are narrow. "You dare lay your servos on me? You will regret this, Carva," he warns, his voice laced with a cold, simmering fury .

Pharma's mind races, contemplating his next move. He knows he must be cautious, for Carva's actions have revealed a dangerous side. But he refuses to be intimidated. .Carva chuckles as they watch the energon run from the wound. "Hmm guess you might still be fun to be around" they state this time disappearing down the hall leaving a trail of energon in their wake. Pharma takes a moment to collect himself, his processor working overtime to devise a plan. He knows that he cannot let Carva's actions get under his plating. What kind of mess had he gotten himself into. 

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[anony-man]

Pharma gets fed alright, but I don’t think it’s the type of feeding he had in mind…

Chubformers drabble #121!

Characters: Pharma & the DJD (IDW)

Word count: 1.1k

(Content warning: non-con, consistently implied emeto (no actual vomiting occurs))

The bell on Pharma’s collar jingled with every step, filling the empty halls with the joyful sound of ringing notes that echoed against cold walls. His joints ached as he crawled along the tiled floor, and the palms of his sensitive servos burned as the tender plating scraped against the rough surface. Each foot forward—or each servo forward, if he were to be exact—sent another jolt of pain through his already exhausted frame, but he knew better than to fall behind.

Tarn was back for him again, and as expected, the punishment was worse than the ones before. Pharma knew better than to expect to ever meet the crazed mech’s lofty harvest goals each week, especially when the prices rose and the supply of ailing patients fell. He was trapped in a losing game, and the only way he knew how to deal with it was to play along with whatever sick pleasures the DJD’s leader had in store for him during each scheduled visit.

His luck for the evening had already rendered him feeling stuffed, swollen, and sickly. Pharma couldn’t even begin to wonder what was worse than being held down on the exam tray where countless t-cog operations had been performed as Tarn poured fuel down his throat until he felt ready to purge, but given the too-tight collar hanging around his throat and the bedazzled leash connected to it, the mech of his nightmares must have had a few things in mind.

Pharma’s tanks sloshed as his belly swayed beneath him, the curve of the mesh brushing against the ground with every other step. He was wobbly and uncoordinated in his rush to keep up pace by Tarn’s side, his knees skidding against the floor and his servos slapping down painfully as he crawled. It was embarrassing enough to be taken under the DJD’s wings and paraded around like this, but tonight, it stung just a little more than usual.

Turning the corner to find the entirety of Tarn’s twisted group of bots lounging around with their arrays exposed and their chatter filling the otherwise empty air was not what Pharma had expected, that was for sure. Had it not been for the sudden iron grip on the leash Tarn held that gagged him until he was rushing forward with the yank of that servo, he would have tried to make a run for it. It was the wrong place at the wrong time for him, unfortunately, and from the looks on those mechas’ faces, he was in for a real treat.

“About time you two showed up,” Helex growled, one set of his arms crossed over his chest while the other languidly tugged at his erect spike. “Got the goods, I see.”

“My little birdie looked lonely,” Tarn said in return. “A bit of company should do him well if he’s to reach his goal this coming week.”

Pharma flinched away as his holder stooped to one knee and reached for his chin, but no blows came. There was an audible click, and the tension on his collar was released with the unlatched leash.

“There,” Tarn said, his fingers brushing across Pharma’s energon-stained cheek. “What do you say, pet?”

The words burned like bile in his throat, but Pharma knew better than to disobey. He hung his helm, the strain of his overly stuffed tanks pressing against his swollen belly.

“Thank you,” he said, the snark in his voice hardly concealed.

Staring at the floor as he struggled not to purge meant missing out on the lewd satisfaction of the DJD’s collective expressions, but it was nicer than subjecting himself to the full extent of his so-called punishment. Tarn was always more than happy to exhibit the extent of his genius when it came to teaching the doctor a lesson, but dragging him out to their home base seemed like a kick to the faceplates while he was already down.

It was just like Tarn to exploit his weaknesses in the best ways possible, and Pharma knew it. What was he expecting?

“The little birdie doesn’t look too happy,” Helex continued. “You should do something about it, boss.”

Tarn still stood close by his side, but he could feel tremors of the floor beneath him as Helex drew closer. His fixed glare was broken by the sight of that ridged spike head poking into his line of sight, and Pharma had all of a few seconds to lift his helm and snap something about personal space before it was forced past his lips.

“Go easy on him,” Tarn said, his servo coming down to rest against the curve of Pharma’s back plating as the poor doctor choked around the massive intrusion. “Everyone is entitled to a turn tonight. He’s failed to satisfy me yet again, and with that failure comes the proper consequences.”

The head of Helex’s thick spike pumped in and out of Pharma’s mouth, its ridges underneath just barely brushing past saliva-slick lips. Pharma’s collar jingled with every thrust, the tiny bell around his neck filling the air with a pleasant ringing that drowned out the sound of his gags. He was made a sputtering, squealing mess within seconds, and worse yet, knew nothing could be done to stop it.

To his relief, Helex eventually pulled back without the added stress of spilling hot transfluids down his throat, and it was then that Pharma lifted his helm to meet those cruel optics.

“Don’t worry,” he said, flashing a smug smile Tarn’s way. “I’m not gonna hurt him too bad. I just wanted to wipe that ugly look off his face.”

Consider it done, Pharma thought to himself as he held a servo to his belly and gasped for breath. His tanks twisted and sloshed all the more now, leaving his mouth feeling thick with the urge to vomit and sour from the taste of Helex’s fluids against his tongue.

Tarn’s servo was steady against his back, and the rest of the DJD stood to their pedes as they corralled around him. It was like being stuck at the center of a circlejerk, and the morbid vulgarity of the situation was enough to make him hope he actually purged. Maybe, if he lost control of his tanks, Tarn would take him back and fill him up again, then leave his pathetic self there for the evening.

“Ah ah ah,” his captor tutted, those gentle fingers curling back around his chin to lift his helm and turn it around. “Keep it down, little birdie. We can’t have you making a mess of our one and only bonding night.”

A direct order from Tarn meant he was to obey at all costs… or else. Pharma swallowed against the bitterness in his throat and nodded, grimacing at the cheerful jingle of the bell around his collar. He was the entertainment for the night, that much had been made clear.

“Now,” Tarn continued, lifting his gaze to look around his group of eager members. “He’s had his dinner, but we haven’t given him dessert. Who wants to go next?”

[sparkmender]

For the hive au, is a mostly peaceful compared to the OG lore? Is there crime and civil unrest? Whether between the courts or factions or etc

In the immediate area of Hive Iacon (and Megatron’s remaining Swarm loyalists who have come to stay), conflict is quite low now that Megatron and Optimus have settled things between them and Megatron has been appointed Lord Protector of the Hive. They have joined together out of a need for shared resources and, on Optimus’ part, an urging from the Matrix and his inner court to secure his position as the new Prime (potential-to-be Magnus) of the Hive. As Sentinel had any other Prime potentiates killed before they could emerge from their second cocoons, and then fell to sickness, Optimus was in a very precarious situation that could have led to Iacon facing colony collapse or poaching from other Hives— prior to becoming more isolationist under Nova Prime and Sentinel Prime, Iacon had long been held in high regard for their gifted magic adepts and skillful healers (as well as a carefully maintained library due to the work of elder Alpha Trion) and many would be glad to take them and their knowledge in, should their community bonds crumble.

Tensions had been very high between Iacon and the Swarm in the past under Sentinel Prime’s leadership, with Sentinel as the aggressor rather than Megatron— for the most part Megatron had been very, very busy trying to quell infighting and claw back territory after his successful coup and duel to the death against Megazarak, the former leader of the Swarm and his and Galvatron’s sire. (Galvatron had previously been excommunicated and thrown out into the wastes of the Kaoni desert for her own attempt on Megazarak in Megatron’s grubhood, as she was considered mad due to her Seer abilities— the Swarm has a long history of distrust and disbelief in such things— and it would have been ‘dishonorable’ for Megazarak to kill her because of her insanity.) At current time the Swarm exists in name only; there are several different troupes and factions within that have splintered away for various reasons since that clash between Megatron and Megazarak, and the Swarm’s once ironclad grip on the Tarnish mountain range and surrounding territory (stretching from the Kaoni desert to roughly west of Tesarus) has been thoroughly broken, leading to infighting, banditry, and other conflicts.

Notable among these splintered groups are the Wyld Hunt as led by Tarn, the bastard offspring of Megatron, and Overlord’s strange wandering Circus. There’s also a bunch of idiots calling themselves the Scavengers? We don’t know what their deal is, but they’re human friendly and pretty bad at being mercenaries.

The Order of the Path are wandering pathguides and wayfinders of all sorts, who travel among various Hives and settlements to share news and, occasionally, guard caravans of travelers. Drift is one such pathguide, and travels between Iacon and Caminus regularly. Beyond the threat of ambush and bandits for large groups of travelers, there are large Voiceless (nonsentient) predators to contend with, ranging from those who are opportunistic to those who specifically predate on Fae and their kin.

There’s also the Court of Vos, which is constantly in conflict with itself, everyone around it, anyone who’s ever been tangentially involved, and probably you as well just because. Vos itself sounds constantly as if it is in argument with itself, given the concentration of the wasp population within. You will hear the buzzing before you even realize you’re within fighting distance.

The Coastal fae and their kith have very loose arrangements with each other and are typically solitary or form small pods with poorly defined territory claims. When conflict arises (which rarely occurs, as the beach dwellers and cave-lurks keep to themselves), issues are brought to Shockwave to mediate, as all are in agreement that Shockwave is the most impartial and sensible. This has nothing to do with the fact that he is also the largest. We swear.

As for the Kaon Market, it’s only a crime if you get caught. Don’t get caught.

[aeneidjellyfish]

Post Traumatic Megatron Disorder Support Group

（trying to share my nonsense headcanon here) （´▽` )ﾉ

No tw, no relationship, just Tarn and Starscream have a talk. Try my best to make a coherent English version.

—————— aka : Told you not to worship a star in Decepticons

The current ruler of Cybertron, Starscream, picks up a badly injured and dying Tarn and brings him back to the mansion. Tarn opens his vision to see a model of an F15 on the ceiling, wondering how he could have seen it on his way to meet Primus. He hadn't finished scanning his surroundings when he heard Starscream's peculiar voice mocking “I thought I was the only one who could survive the beating took from Megatron”.

Tarn knew him, the notorious former air force commander, of course. He'd gotten a taste of Starscream’s shrill voice when Megatron had occasionally convened the various divisions for strategy seminars, and had been extremely offended that Starscream had dared to dissent and shoot at Megatron with no respect whatsoever. He sometimes even can not bear the thought of having Megatron to put Starscream on the List. But that thought was dispelled after witnessing Megatron himself give his flighty lieutenant a good thrashing in front of a crowd of Decepticons, and naturally, he wasn't going to get in the way of Megatron's efforts to do so. With the DJD always on the outside in charge of the Purge, all Tarn knew was that Starscream had disappeared a long time ago, even before Megatron's defection, which had taken place at some unknown time. The bits and pieces he'd heard since then were that Starscream had gone back to Cybertron to pursue a career in politics, and it was only now that he'd seen the aircraft in person in this unusually decorated room.

Tarn, who had little positive impression of Starscream, was just about to get up and catch the datapad-wielding pretentious aircraft which leaning against the corner of a side table to teach him a lesson. Unless he was immobilised by the inhibitory collar. Tarn turned to trying to use his power to knock out Starscream and get out of this place first. Starscream was saying not to waste time,after working with Soundwave for so long Tarn's kind of tricks are clear to him. Starscream asked him whether he remembers Arachnid, who was responsible for putting him back together a little bit from his broken state. Tarn then realised that the collar could actually suppress his powers as well.

The threat of force is no longer enough to start fighting, that’s fine. Starscream tells Tarn that he decided to get him back, so he owed a huge debt of gratitude. “And how you're going to pay it is up to me, Lord Starscream, to decide. ”

No way. Only the Primus knew what the crafty little glitch was up to. Tarn said directly that he was going back to the Peaceful Tyranny, only got a sneer.

“That's the name of your ship? ”He glared as furiously as he could at the sarcastic seeker, then still heard nothing good come out of other one’s mouth. “Guessing your teammates who are still alive now think you're a Megatron-obsessed lunatic. After all, hearing that you ripped out one of your teammates' head. That's a shame."

“Oh, you've screw up as well, many times right? After all, you've dared to shoot Lord Megatron in the forehead. ” At this point, Tarn was a little repentant, for he had brought out the usual respect for the traitor.

‘Is it Lord now? Looks like Megatron didn't teach you enough. Or, giving something else, too much for your brain module washed it completely , poor thing. ”Surely, this became a handy thing for Starscream. “Such a great and useful weapon you are, Megatron just threw you away as soon as he so called ‘turned from evil to good’. Sure enough, that old bucket head was all rusted up.”

A kind of rage had been churning in Tarn's spark since he'd been online again. He kind of wanted to make common cause with Starscream against Megatron, but then he felt like the other one was in a different place than he was. And it was all because of Megatron that he was in this dilemma. After he learnt of Megatron's mutiny, he often fell into a trance, simply could not understand that,a mech who able to write such a powerful thought as ‘Toward Peace’, a mech killed the elders of the parliament in one fell swoop to conquer five cities, setting up the Decepticons.

Most importantly, a mech who was able to save Glitch, which had been tortured, by giving him the thought and motivation, like a saviour, and all of these! These had become bubbles of energy fluid that spilled from mouths (or was it) of every fugitive that DJD had abused to death, bursting one by one into a puddle of filth as the circulatory system was forced to shut down. Now he was part of the filth. Previously unattainable ideals and motivations tumbled and collapsed, pinning him down and immobilishing him. The closer he got to Megatron, the deeper he sank until he was ripped to shreds by Megatron's real filth-like antimatter.

Until now he has regained consciousness and his spark has been rekindled once again.

“Suddenly dumb, or you're not really thinking about Megatron again, are you?”

Trapped in his neural mind running, Tarn had almost forgotten that there was a mouthy aeroplane next to him that he couldn't do anything about for the time being. “Not as much as you, Starscream, you could call anything while you were on your knees begging for mercy. ”If it came down to verbal sparring, Tarn thought that basically no one could compete with him. And, he added a threat, “don't ever mention the name in front of me.”

“As if I want to.” Starscream rolled his vision and turned his head to a side cabinet to rummage for something. “Mind you, since you're a fugitive now, there are a lot of decent Autobots out there who heard about what happened to the Lost Light ready to meet you.”

“Then why do you keep me?”

“What, I saved you from that shithole, instead of even thanking me, you're starting to suspect my motives? Well, told you that even if I wasn't plotting, someone would think I was. How about this: the Chosen One, Lord Starscream, wishes to educate the vicious DJD leader, to prove to everyone that no one is born a villain, Cybertron will get better and better under my rule.”

“Can’t even see the bounds of Hypocrisy. You talk about this stuff all the time, does anyone really believe it?”

Starscream only shrugs, handing over a small glass of energon liquor. Tarn took it drank down, not wanting to bother questioning whether or not it was poisoned. With this seeker’s subtle, if he wanted him die, there was no need to revive him before killing. No deep grudge between them right now, no need to erase each other.

“It seems like you would not smashing up all my stuff, so I'll be off now, there's still a court for me to preside over. ” Tarn watched as the wing of the aircraft floated lightly from in front of him to the door. “You can look around the building without getting out. As for your disposition we'll talk about that later.”

“You sure?”

Starscream turned, squinting his vision smiled . “Better look up for my gift now.”

There was a metal box on the table. Tarn cautiously opened a corner, a piece of purple. He was beginning to feel it emanating from spark again, like the temperature near the melting machine of Helias. He took out the object, it’s a mask, unscratched, the one he used to wear, in the shape of the Decepticon mark.

Tarn crushed the metal box into scrap first.

[yanderes-galore]

Could you PLEASE do something with a Yandere!Nickel with a human fem reader I would love you forever

And/or a human reader with a yandere soundwave and his also equally yandere cassettes would be nice

I am not far enough into MTMTE to properly meet Nickel (I'm trying I'm just slow) so I used the Wiki to help me if that's fine! So I apologize if something ends up wrong, I was also a bit vague with this. I swapped darling's gender since I could not fit it in to the plot, sorry :(

Yandere! Nickel with Human! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Internal conflict, Kidnapping briefly mentioned, Manipulation, She hates you at first, Obsession, Dubious relationship, Dehumanization, Violence, Trauma, Mentions of death, Threats.

Nickel is a maintenance and medic bot that is a Mini-con.

She has a past with organics, witnessing them murder mechanical beings and her being the only survival brought in by the D.J.D

Safe to say she doesn't like organics and holds a hatred towards them.

This makes an obsession towards a human problematic for her.

She hates organics and expects them all to be vile pests.

That's why she sided with Tarn.

His group is anti-organic.

She's usually really kind and helpful, wanting to take care of those close to her due to her specialty.

She'd probably only like an organic if she saw them being helpful to mechanical beings.

Maybe you're the "human pet" of someone on the Lost Light or something.

That's what many Cybertronians, particularly Decepticons, call you.

You're a pet or a fleshling or whatever....

It's a bit demeaning but you grow used to it.

You most likely help people out on the Lost Light and in some way you end up encountering the D.J.D.

Which means you meet Nickel.

I'd imagine she dislikes you when you first meet.

She doesn't necessarily want to go out of her way to kill you but she just... has a thing against organics for a good reason.

If you gave her some kind of hope that an organic could be good then she relents.

Most of her obsession would take a long time.

She has to get used to this human before she can show any care towards you.

Plus it's all very problematic since D.J.D is one for organic genocide.

Even if Nickel did like you enough to abduct you somehow she'd have to hide you away.

She'd treat you like you're her own guilty pleasure.

Nickel would keep an eye on you if you caught her attention but it would be awhile before she made a move.

She's hesitant to befriending an organic.

It would be like betraying the D.J.D if she took you in so fast.

Part of her feels hypocritical.

Compared to most of the ruthless D.J.D, Nickel is the best to be around.

When you do manage to make her come around she can be caring like she is with the rest of D.J.D.

I feel even when she trusts you, an organic, she still treats you as a pet like other Cons.

She'll baby you and treat you like you can't take care of yourself.

It gives her a sense of power due to her traumatic past.

She's not really mean about it and acts like a caretaker most of the time.

If she did abduct you then she hides you from the rest.

You're a secret pet she cares for while she cares for the D.J.D.

Honestly if the others found out, there's a good chance you're dead.

That is unless Nickel can somehow have Tarn allow her to keep you as a pet, all other organics can go for all she cares.

Not this one... not you.

As OOC as this sounds Tarn may allow your existence because of how stubborn Nickel is with you.

They have a close connection so they can probably make a deal.

Nickel probably wouldn't always be nice towards you, sometimes there's a hint of superiority or an undertone of a threat with her.

You're the only organic that is an exception to her hate.

While she starts cold towards you, showing apathy and disinterest about an organic, it slowly becomes affection.

After watching you, stealing you from the Lost Light, and spending time around you...

She can accept you for what you are.

She knows you aren't capable of harming her or the D.J.D alone.

You won't cause danger if left alive and your life is in her hands anyways.

With lots of time Nickel can accept her adoration for you.

As a Mini-Con she's closer to human size which allows affection to be easier.

She's probably taller than you so she can baby you more.

She is a very mom-like Decepticon so despite her feelings she'd probably like to tease and care for you.

She drags you places, diagnoses you the best she can, she still knows you're fragile and tries not to be rough.

If she did manage to convince Tarn to let you live, escape is difficult.

She'd simply tell him you ran.

Which means you'll either be captured or killed on sight.

It's best you stay a behaved organic if you'd like to keep your life.

Overall, Nickel would take a long time to obsess over a human due to her past.

Yet when she does, she'll treat you as her little human to take care of.

You'll stay right where she wants you, unless you'd like to deal with the D.J.D without her help?

[brotoman-exe]

Some Transformers Prerendformers AU Backstory Ideas

Autobots

The Autobots as a whole started as those who followed Optimus Prime once more open resistance against the treatment of the lower castes and Sentinel Prime's increasing acts of cruelty. Eventually many smaller groups would also come to follow the Autobot banner and once rescued from the Gladiator Pits of Kaon, Megatron would serve as co-leader since many that first joined Prime were Megatron's fellow miners and the newly arisen Prime even once saying he'd learn to inspire from how Megatron inspired him. After Sentinel's defeat and Megatron's fall the label Autobot remained only for those that chose not to follow Megatron.

Decepticons

Born from Megatron's galaxy wide famous speech titled "You Are Being Decieved" given after the first liberation of Tarn and before his capture and imprisonment in Kaon's Gladiator Pits it became the name and symbol of Megatron's most loyal supporters. At first just an in group under the greater Autobot movement composed of those directly reporting to Megatron after his rescue, it became harsher and more combative against others as friction between Optimus and Megatron began to become more frequent. Eventually when the breaking port was reached Megatron would declare the name Decpticon as the moniker of those who would truly reclaim the glory of the Cybertronian race in this galaxy.

Optimus Prime

Obviously still starts with the name Orion Pax. Cold Constructed shortly after Sentinel Prime coming to power Orion was part of what was called the Convoy batch of sparks all designated for tasks such as long haul transport of materials, those that remember him as Orion would find it ironic that in his human disguise when trapped on Earth so long after he decided to do the same work, as Sentinel was kicking production and mining into high gear with eyes on expansion. Naturally friendly and possessing a warmth that put off many of his overseers as "too alive" Orion would manage to make friends all across Cybertron with mechs Cild Constructed and forged alike. Some chief among those being the miner Megatron, illegally operating doctor Ratchet, and Iacon guard captain Ironhide.

It was the friendship with Ironhide and Ratchet that saved Orion's life as they got word about Sentinel having created a drone fleet to "phase out" the convoy as turned out their frequent interactions with other Cybertronians, and many such as Pax himself helping distribute the writings of one Megatron, was proving too have them become empathetic to the plight of the lower castes. Orion would flee into the still not expanded into wastes of Cybertron later learning that only two other of his batch mates survive. Those two becoming leaders of small resistance cells, Pyra Magna with her Rust Renegades and Ginrai with his Burning Justice, that would later fold into the greater Autobot cause. The three surviving Convoy would also, despite disagreements, would come to view themselves as true siblings.

While traveling the wastes; Orion's goal was to make it to Tarn where news of Megatron leading a revolt had spread hoping to link up with his old friend. Instead he was pulled by a sudden need to drive elsewhwre. He found himself finding some lost temple from Cybertron's past which inside contained the missing Matrix of Leadership. It joined with and transformed him the mech known as Orion Pax leaving that temple now as Optimus Prime. Finally arriving in Tarn Optimus would find many scattered and scarred rebels worried they'd be next since Megatron had been captured and sent to the Gladiator Pits of Kaon. Gathering these lost and in danger mechs Optimus swore he'd help them and find a way to save Megatron because "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."

Megatron

Cold Constructed for mining near the tail end of Nova Prime's reign Megatron of Tarn was one of the few miners that actually survived until Sentinel Prime took over. During Nova Prime's time things were much more lax about what materials ended up in the workers hands since Nova believed the Comd Constructed were hardly above drones access to reading or viewable materials did no harm as they were unintelligent and naturalky docule. So that means by the time the transition began Megatron could actually be considered a very educated mech even if others wouldn't believe in the fact he was intelligent at all. Once Sentinel was in charge though he knew better about the Cold Consteucted's ability for intelligence, unfortunately he saw that as a threat and the greater number of Overseers that were said to be there to fix the problems of workplace safety also became harsh jailers with almost any kind of reading banned. As well Sentinel applied even stricter conditions on what knowledge new Cold Consteucted Cybertronians could have installed at initial activation.

Aware enough to be disgusted by this Megatron took action. First he began illegal schools in the mines. Teaching all new workers how to read beyond just the words on some signs around the mines, math, basic science, and anything else he could get materials for. These classes led many younger miners viewing Megatron as mentor like what all forged Cybertronains were allowed to have. Megatron also began writing and crunching numbers to release papers about how the use of a Cold Constructed, or later assigned under Functionist Endentured Servitude for younger Forged, work force and their mistreatment was both unethical and not even mathematically efficient. He'd have these writings distributed with the help of some mechs part of the Cold Constructed batch known as the Convoy and Forged Cybertronians who were already sympathetic.

Unfortunately he was eventually found out and in attempt to silence him one of his overseers began to beat Megatron brutally. Fearing for his own life Megatron reached out, grabbed a mining drill, and struck the Overseer with it killing them. This erupted into the entire mine starting an open revolt and before Megatron could process taking his first life he was standing on a balcony having taken the city of Tarn and giving his famous speech "You Are Being Decieved". For a time the restructuring of the city was going well but then in a surprise attack agents loyal to Sentinel Prime captured Megatron taking him away and began to try and retake the city.

Sentinel Prime was a mech bot astonishingly cruel and at time paradoxically sensible. The latter comes up in that he knew just killing Megatron now meant creating the type of martyr not seen since the begining of Nova Prime's own liberation of Cybertron, the former shined in his decision to try and remedy that by breaking the revolutionary. So Megatron was made prisoner in the Gladiator Pits of Kaon forced to fight for his life almost every day and the brutality required to do it shown to the planet in a bid to make his followers think he was nothing but a violent brute stripped of any intelligence or rhetoric. Unfortunately this ended up working against the Prime as not only did Megatron become popular as a gladiator but the Senator running the Pit Ratbat refused orders to actually later just pull the trigger and kill Megatron even having his 'son' Soundwave leak recordings of Megatron's fights in which he gave speeches upon winning. Of course Ratbat thought Megatron would never escape just wanting all the money this popular fighter was bringing him. So he wasn't counting on a combination of Soundwave's infatuation with the revolutionary plus hatred of Ratbat's treatment, the other the top gladiators the Combaticons becoming loyal to Megatron plus having rediscovered the lost power of combination, and Optimus Prime leading a strike force to save his friend all leading to his downfall.

Once rescued Megatron would become co-leader of the Autobots but by then a darkness had already been born that would come to almost engulf the mech's spark and quickly lead to the begining of the Autobot vs Decepticon war.

Ratchet

A bot that can truly be called an elder Ratchet had been serving as a medic for a large amount of Nova Prime's initial unification and when the new Cybertronian Governement was established Ratchet was provided his own hospital to run in Iacon. At first this was fine but then the medic learned about the Cold Constructed. Having no involvement in their creation he was also appaled when he did an independent investigation into the conditions they were under. He attempted to argue against the injustice of it all but by this point those that had fully entrenched themselves in the new political power structure of Cybertron had no reason to change how the tide was turning and Ratchet was "encouraged" to drop the subject.

Instead he went to ground and started illegally medically treating the Cold Constructed and any other bot that Nova, later Sentinel's, society was leaving behind. Many of the Cybertronians who served under Nova and didn't get involved in the government, plus a minority of politicians who were too afraid to actively speak out against the rest, respected Ratchet letting him get away and do what ever he wished to aid those that needed it.

Sentinel and those that he promoted were much less forgiving and the old mech found himself being turned away and in some cases attacked when trying to provide others with care. It started to seem hopeless but then Ratchet met a young Orion Pax and as time went on he began to see in him what Nova was like before the weight of his decisions and apathy let him compromise on the dream he had fir Cybertron. When Orion Pax returned on the scene as Optimus Prime, Ratchet decided this time he'd be working right along the new Prime and just maybe finally get the equal society where all can be treated well.

Sixshot

Throughout Cybertron's history there was organizations that seemed to possess abilities that went beyond what normal Cybertronian's should be capable of. The Six Clan of Cyber Ninja were one such group discovering techniques that not only let ones spark comfortably exist in a frame or alt mode it was not attuned to at creation but also increase the total number of forms one could become. Sixshot was the current leader of the clan when he revealed himself to the bit who would become Nova Prime. Seeing the Quintessons as an existential threat he broke the clans policy on neutrality and secrecy teaching the young leader how to have flight incorporated into his frame with a third mode to match, then actively fought to free Cybertron and unify it with Nova's forces.

When the conflict ended Sixshot took a majority of the Six Clan back into hiding at their monastery not having any interest in politic now that the threat had passed. Later when Sentinel took over he came not to recieve training but to challenge Sixshot for right to command him and his clan. Sentinel lost horribly and Sixshot scarred the Cybertronian leader stating to never try and find his clan again.

Years later though another would come to their door. This time a recently freed Megatron who had heard legend of the Six Clan from fellow gladiators. He chose to be humble and requested simply training for him and some of his men so they might better fight for their freedom. Sixshot after some negotiating agreed and trained many of these at the time Autobots. Some stand outs include Megatron actually managing to master four modes the three besides robot being a tank, heavy armored fighter jet, and a cannon; A newer recruit Soundwave learned the secrets of size shifting and stealth; Springer who was part of another group of rebellious working bots called the Wreckers became a triple changer; One of Optimis Prime's lieutenants Jazz learned the fighting styles and weapons of the cyber ninja but kept to a single alt mode type he was forged with; One final student of note was a fellow miner of Megatron's Lugnut who desired strength and the ability to fly because he was injured and unable to chase after "Glorious Megatron" when his leader had been abducted and taken to Kaon, while not able to mentally match the Cyber Ninja mentality at all he did succeed in his goals even adapting a cyber ninja fighting move into what he called a Punch Of Kill Everything.

Once these students were trained Sixshot wished them well and expected Cybertron to be back to peaceful so he could go back to looking after his clan in peaceful isolation. Instead later still Megatron returned again. This time not humble but like Sentinel before him demanding a challenge to command the Six Clan as part of his now independent Decepticon faction. Unlike Sentinel, Megatron could back up his talk and defeats Sixshot. From then on the Six Clan were sworn to the Decepticon cause whether they wished to be or not and became a deadly force in Megatron's new war against the Autobots.

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

I want you to know that I constantly think about that post/chapter of yours that posits the idea that Decepticon High Command in Animated just thinks the DJD is annoying as shit. It's so fucking funny. The idea that the DJD is exactly as terrifying and sadistic as they are in the comics but are just treated like annoying edgelords has me in shambles.

YES I'm so glad that's living on!!

Because like yeah!! If I had to work with a group of people who committed some serious horrific atrocities but were also edgelords I'd be annoyed too! What do you mean Tarn is constantly playing the same classical music over and over again?? What do you mean Kaon "accidentally" put you on The List after you made fun of him?? Why is Vos allowed to be a "linguistic purist" and make communications a thousand times harder??

Like yeah they're terrifying if you were an actual target. But obviously Decepticon High Command members aren't a target, and high ranking Cons also have the responsibility of planning attacks, managing resources, and keeping up appearances with neutral partners. Not everyone can go join a secretive group and just fuck around committing atrocities. Some of us have to actually work and get shit done around here!! No I don't want to hear about how you ground a mech to death or flayed a mech alive, I need you to explain how you spent all those credits we gave you in under three solar cycles!!

I headcanon that Strika has beef with Tarn not because he's a violent, barely controlled murderer, but because he doesn't do any administrative work. He doesn't do his financial reports, he never helps with maintaining trade routes, and he never keeps track of resources used. The last time she asked for his energon consumption report for the last quarter he went on a tangent about Megatron's early writings until she gave up and cut the call. She has since talked Nickel into doing administrative work behind Tarn's back just so that she has some records of their spending and consumption. She's brought this issue up to Megatron multiple times and yet he does nothing about it because after all they produce results.

[tetsunabouquet]

Heir To The Lands Chapter 21

When Things Sink In Masterpost

They had ended up only a few meters away from the border of the strict magic repelling spells Tessa had put up. Gwenneth only seemed to stare at him in a manner that made Kit feel icky but it was in no way near of anything of importance. Because Ty was falling apart right in front of him. His mouth was forming the shapes of a thousand words but no sound came out of his throat, he was staring at the spot where Dru should had stood, and his hands were fluttering wildly. Unable to process that she had been taken, and by whom? Kit's heart broke in his chest. Never had he wanted Dru to be taken on the mission, never had he wanted Ty to trade in another one of his sister for the safety of the world. Honestly he was at a loss at what to do for him, how to console him. It came thus as a very big surprise, that it was frail and gaunt Jaime who turnt to the group. "I am so sorry. It's my faut they have Dru, if only they hadn't caught me, she'd be safe." Jaime's voice sounded as hopeless as Kit felt, and he could feel tears pricking the back of his eyes, in Ty's case they had already started to flow freely. "From the dreadful clouds, I'd take it we arrived in North Europe." Gwenneth said, trying to orient herself. "We're close to Dimmet Tarn. It's where I live." Kit said, his voice sounding weirdly hollow in his ears. "Then can we go to your place my King? It's best to regroup somewhere safe as you figure out how you will save the pale one's sister." The way she seemed to respect him so suddenly irked Kit a bit, but it was indeed the best course of action. Only the knowledge of the shennanigans Tessa's eldest two had went through, that Kit had the courage to face them now and come clean, but he still felt that fear in his gut that he was the most worthless son ever to people who had been so great to him. He wrapped one of his arms around Ty, the other around Jaime and with all the power in his arms he hoisted them up. He pushed the boys forward and it went well until Gwenneth seemed to be held back by an invisible force. "Oh right, the border magic makes sure to keep fairies out. Gwenneth, I invite you in." The pink goblin stared at him. "Only because you're the King, I will accept this vampire treatment." It was the first time her usual snarky personality shone through, and it almost made Kit smile. Almost. When they approached the Herongraystairs home, Kit yelled out, "Tessa I need your help!" It still felt too strange to call her mom, but it was also growing strange to call her Tessa. He really needed a nickname for her and Jem. Jem hurriedly opened the door, Tessa already appearing from behind them as they took in the scene in front of them. "Jem, please get my special tea ready, I think the boys have a lot of explaining to do."

Dru had to admit she was guilty of falling asleep during the flight to wherever she was. The boy's arms were warm and the breeze in Faerie was just right, it had played with her hair and the scent of the fruits hanging high in a way that made her feel calm. Though she did knew the identity of her captor, she recognized that slightly curling white blonde hair anywhere. The boy she had spoken to years ago, Sebastian's son. "Your name is Ash, right?" Was the first thing that came out of her mouth as his green eyes took her in, took in the fact she was awake. He cocked his head, studying her further as he crouched down next to her. "Yes, and your name is Drusilla, correct?" Dru blinked. "You know my name?" Ash nodded, "Your brother left a drawing of you behind in Thule. I happen to have come across it and I recognized you." He stood up and reached beneath the matras of feathers that had been made for him, and withdrew the drawing just when he heard the door downstairs open. He pressed the paper quickly in Dru's hands and told her to be quiet. Then, Ash went downstairs to find a distressed Janus.

[lifetimeshipper]

New Life, New Obstacles

Chapter 8

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Strongarm sat against the wall on her berth as she let out a sigh. She missed him already. A knock came at the door, "Strongarm, I know you're awake. Can I come in?" Inquires Bumblebee standing at the door.

"Yes, sir."

Bumblebee walks in, "How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay, I guess."

"Can't sleep because you're thinking about him, huh?"

"Yeah, even though I know he's across the scrapyard, I just feel like I'm alone," she replied quietly as she wrapped her arms around her.

"I know, but I believe you two will make it through this."

"Strongarm?" Strongarm looks up to see Ultra Magnus walking in.

"Hey," she greets him.

"Can you please leave us, Bumblebee?"

"Yes, sir," Bumblebee replied before leaving.

"Strongarm, I know this is gonna be hard for you but I need to be sure of his intention."

"I know, I just hope he can make it through the week. You don't know him as I do."

"Then tell me what you know about him."

"He lost his parents when he was a sparkling," she sighed, "Maybe you should be asking him this."

"How did he lose his parents?"

"It was during an Autobot attack, the building they were in got caught in an explosion."

"Really? That explains why he became a Decepticon."

"Yeah. I can't imagine the thought of losing both parents, but I know what it's like to lose someone you love and look up to," she said quietly.

Magnus looks at her sympathetically, "Your mother loved you very much, she saw great things in you."

"I wish I could remember her though."

"You were just a sparkling when she passed, she was so beautiful and graceful and a fierce fighter."

"You never did tell me how she died, I know I was too young to understand and that you wanted to protect me. You don't have to carry this on your own, Dad."

Ultra Magnus looks at his daughter debating if he should tell her the truth about her mother's death.

Magnus has to compose himself as he thinks back to when he lost his sparkmate, "She was captured by a Decepticon team called the D.J.D and was tortured to death, by the time I was able to rescue her it was too late."

"The D.J.D? Do you mean the Decepticon Justice Division? I thought they only hunted down Decepticon traitors."

"Yes, but they also went after Autobots, we were in a war after all."

"Now I see why you stayed, you wanted to make sure that I was safe. But how did you end up leading the Wreckers?"

"Optimus put me in charge of them because I could get them under control."

"Did you ever run into the D.J.D?"

"A few times. Why do you think they took your mother?"

Strongarm's optics widened, "Because they were trying to get to you."

He nods, "I had a couple of battles with the leader of the group. One time I beat him and he did not like that. He's been plotting to get me back ever since."

"Who was the leader?"

"A mech named Tarn."

Even though she didn't know the mech just hearing the name sent a shiver through her body, "Was he the one who...?"

"Yes. Anyways, let's get back to Steeljaw. What else can you tell me about him?"

Strongarm shook her helm trying to keep her mind off the dangerous mech, "Right, Shockwave took him in and pretty much raised him."

"Shockwave? Really? Huh, never saw him as the type to take one in and raise them."

"I know, it's surprising. When I told him you were my sire he nearly freaked out."

"Did he?"

"He had a small freak out, but I told him that he didn't have to worry."

"And he still stayed with you even after you told him? That's a surprise."

"It shows how much he wants to be with me, even if you're the second-in-command and leader to the Wreckers."

"Yes, it does. But what really surprises me is that he fell in love with you and wanted you as his mate, you being an Autobot, and him hating Autobots. I can understand now why he would hate the Autobots, but to hate the Autobots and try to get rid of them then end up falling in love with an Autobot..."

"I know it's odd but maybe he didn't see me as an Autobot. What if this is also his way of trying to overcome his hate for the Autobots? I mean he's had plenty of chances to attack us but he hasn't."

"When did he start expressing these feelings for you?"

"About a day after he released the members of his old pack. He was wounded and we put him in a stasis pod, we found out that he was supposed to be meeting with a mech named Scorponok so I went with Bumblebee and Grimlock to look into it. Bumblebee told me to head back to the scrapyard and I arrived to find him out of the stasis pod and holding Fixit, Denny, and Russell captive. We fought and I managed to beat him, and just before he left he said, "I'm starting to like you, Cadet"," she explained mimicking her mate's voice as best as she could.

"And how did you know he meant it?"

"I didn't trust him at first but when I got called to the battle when Bumblebee and Grimlock were fighting Thunderhoof, Metalsound, and this Decepticon called Springload he tried to make sure I was okay when I got hurt. And he hasn't hurt me whenever we were alone."

"So basically he just saw you as another Autobot he had to get rid of at first until the fight, then suddenly he changed his views on you. Did he say why?"

"He said that I really impressed him with my fighting skills and for outsmarting him like that. He never thought that he could be outsmarted or outdone in a fight but I did both."

"You really impressed him, huh?"

"Yeah," she chuckled when she felt her cheeks get warm.

"When did you fall in love with him?"

"After I had gotten to know him, but I think it was when I found myself unable to get him off my mind when Springload attacked me. I kept wondering if he was okay and when I was going to see him again."

"How were you so sure it wasn't all a trick?"

"Because of all of the times we were alone, he never attacked me. He's had a lot of chances to do so but he didn't."

"What did he do with you after he kidnapped you?"

"He had me stay in his room. He would lock the door whenever he came in or when he had to leave. I felt betrayed by what he did."

"He had you on the ship with the other Decepticons around?"

"Yes, luckily no one found out about me except for Thunderhoof and Metalsound."

"How did he get you to his room without the other Decepticons seeing you?"

Strongarm had to think for a moment and she realized that she never did find out how Steeljaw got her onto the ship without being noticed. "I'm not sure, he never told me."

"When did you come around to forgiving him and deciding to stay with him?"

"It took a few days, but eventually I started to see that he really loves me and just couldn't stand the thought of being separated from me. So I decided to give him another chance and it went from there."

"Did Metalsound visit you?"

"Yes, as often as she could."

"What would you two talk about?"

"She just gave me comfort and tried to keep me company when he was out."

"Did he rape you?"

"Primus, no he didn't. He was very respectable."

"So, you had sex willingly? I read up on Wolf-Cons a bit and saw how they mate, I know it's through sex and you said he made you his mate without your consent so I thought you meant he raped you."

"Primus no. He never told me. Metalsound told me to read about Wolf-Cons and with Fixit's help I found out. I was so furious with him because he didn't tell me."

"Oh, I see now. What did you do?"

"At the time we were making plans to get onto Decepticon Island and get rid of all the Decepticon criminals and free the Mini-Cons who were being treated like slaves. I found Thunderhoof, Metalsound, and Steeljaw in stasis pods, they were trying to take over the army but they failed. When I saw him I punched him."

Magnus raised a brow, "He tried to take over the army? Let me guess, he was trying to take over Earth."

"I believe he planned to at first but then changed his mind later."

"What was his whole plan from the beginning?"

"He was going to build a Decepticon empire, but he changed his mind when he started falling in love with me."

"I am hearing a lot of stuff to make me think good about him and I am hearing some stuff to make me think bad about him."

"He's trying, Dad, he really is. And I know you can see it, he's already in pain."

"I have seen it, but I don't know if it's an act or not."

"Last time he said that he would have died if he thought he would never see me again."

"He did? Was he telling the truth or saying a lie to get you to stay with him?"

"I could see it in his optics that he was telling the truth and it scared me. It was part of the reason why I wanted to give him a second chance."

"Do you think he'll die from being away from you for a week?"

"He'll still see me, that has to count for some comfort. Right?"

"Yes, but he'll probably be suffering at the thought of not being able to hold or kiss you when he is around you."

"Yeah," she sighed.

"Get some sleep, I'll see you in the morning."

"Alright," she replies as she lies down, "Dad?"

"Yes?"

"I'm glad you're back."

He just smiles then walks out and heads to his ship. He walked towards Steeljaw's room, stopping just near the doorway. He peeked around the door, looking in. Steeljaw is sitting up on his berth looking like he had just lost his best friend. "Can I help you, sir?" Steeljaw asked.

"Just thought I'd check on you."

"Did you see Strongarm yet?"

"Yes."

"What did she say?"

"She told me about you, about your past, when you kidnapped her."

"She did? She told you a lot."

"Yes, I need to know all I can about the mech that took my daughter as his mate."

"Of course, I understand."

"Strongarm told me that you were raised by Shockwave, that must have made things interesting."

"Very interesting. But he taught me a lot."

"Like what?" He asked as he entered the room.

"Like how to fend for myself. Everything I know how to do I learned from him and not to rely on or trust any bot," he said the last part a bit sheepishly.

"And here you are, relying on the Autobots."

"I'm not relying on the Autobots, but I do rely on and trust Strongarm."

"And I hope that someday you will learn to trust us," the commander replied as he turned to take his leave. "Try to get some sleep."

"Alright," Steeljaw says as he lays down and tries to go to sleep.

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Chapter 1

Next Chapter

[gods-sugar-daddy]

Characters I want to rattle like an angry maraca for an undiscerned amount of time based on how chewy they are, part 2

Sentient bounce balls

Commander Fox

Commander Fox is like, shotguns 16 cups of coffee for breakfast and his Monster Red Bull concoction the rest of the day. No one's ever seen him refill it. He has a venti cup he accidentally stole from 78's and is too ashamed to return it. He is simultaneously 12 and 85. He deserves a little therapeutic manslaughter. He forlornly tells people he is the manager then continues getting yelled at by both civilian and senator alike. He wishes he could enact Order 65, murder the Chancellor. He wears glitter nail polish under his gloves. He has 4 big brothers who will kick your ass. He'll kick your ass then turn around and sleep

Dean Winchester

He's my babygirl baby. A poor little meow meow. He tries so hard to be an alpha male but he just comes off as Rail Me with a side of Daddy Issues. He and Gabriel kin each other despite being told he's michael. He's a father of yes amount of kids. He insists on no chick flick moments despite being on Heaven's longest running soap opera. He's a monster fucker. He's dating Luci's little brother. He's a disaster bi. He's a father figure to Luci's kid. Simultaneously the best and worst babysitter in the world. Might kill you on accident. Might kill you on purpose.

That really tangy part of shirt labels

Ratchet

He is the Autobots hottest dilf 6 million years in a row. Optimus Prime calls him Sir. He will do medical malpractice if it means saving a life. What are they gonna do take his license?? He's the only bitch in the whole system that's keeping the army running. His exes are psychopaths. He speedran friends to enemies to lovers over the span of one civil war. He claims he's 8 billion years old. His hands are permanently stained gray from all the dye he's used to keep up the ruse. He can't remember his original hair color. He's 32.

Anakin

The walking, talking Cringe Fail compilation. Takes the phrase "kill what you love" literally. All the years he spent training Ahsoka was gathering dad points he never got to redeem. He never learned to properly regulate his emotions. Everyone goes to him if they want to defraud the Jedi Council. Yoda includes him in escape hijinks. He's a chaos demon. He should've been a creche teacher. He's the "just wait until my father hears about this" except worse bc his father is God and you will get smited.

Tigress

She's the prodigal daughter trying to live up to her dad's high standards. She hates your guts until you help her pass the math quiz then she ropes you in to her plan to instigate the Starbucks/Dutch Bros war. She is ride or die. Her big brother is a mass murderer. She's an orphan. She's a girlboss queen who takes no shit.

235$ chocolate protein shake

Ahsoka

I want them to do more with her. I want her to drop her backstory on side show characters and just dip. She's a healthy edgelord compared to Anakin's actual god complex. Make her a goth. Underutilized and overpowered at the same time. Filled with bad ideas bc her upbringing around Anakin and the 501st. A major accomplice to defrauding the Jedi.

Vos

He's the idw slender man. He's a cryptid. He's a murderous murderer in a group of murderers. He's dating Kaon. His previous namesake got turned into a feral turbohound. He doesn't have time to learn your language. He's a sniper rifle. Megatron held him once and Tarn has never been more upset.

[lord-overlips]

An exhilerated, loathsome little snicker came from Gutcrusher's lips, the bot grinning, all too excited and nodding along to Tarn's words.

"Heh.... that's right. You hear that boys?" He whirled around, calling out to the two other bots nearby. "We're about to become BIG. Well.... I am." He chuckled. "You two. Go get the traitor." He waved them off, the two bots scurrying away, all too happy to get away from such terrifying mechs.

Gutcrusher followed along slowly, swagger to his step now. He turned to watch Tarn, visibly battling with his own urges, curiosity getting the better of him.

"So... what do you think my reward will be, commander? A new ship? Shanix? Heh... I can see why you never caught Overlord... he was a whole lot of trouble to pin down." He wasn't. Gutcrucher was lying through his teeth, just trying to win Tarn over with pretty words. They'd been fortunate enough to catch the mech when he was already compromised.

The two others had run ahead, eager to be done with this job and on their merry way, away from these slagging psychopaths.

"Frag... you're in for a really nasty time, big guy. Not that ya don't deserve it."

They went to work prying the heavy metal bars free from the wall, drills whirring to remove the bolts and one by one toss the pieces of metal to the ground. It was clear that this group had taken no chances taken when it came to a mech this dangerous.

Excellent. He didn't need the entire galaxy knowing that he had failed to capture Overlord on his own. This mech was already grating on his nerves, Tarn wasn't the biggest fan of kiss afts. Especially when it wasn't genuine.

He'd caught the glint of fear in the mech's optics before he tried to steel himself. He was all too familiar with it. He could hear how his spark pulsed with it, thanks to his upgrades.

"Wonderful, Let the Decepticons learn of it when you receive your reward. They'll know to fear a new mech, one who bested the likes of Overlord." He said, forcing a smile into his voice. He tilted his helm a little, considering his offer. "Yes, actually. Helex and Tesarus are more than capable, but they'll have their work cut out for them once we get started with Overlord. Better to save their strength." He said, glancing to his two subordinates and sending them a private comms, along with Kaon and Vos.

::How about a little warm up exercise before we start with this traitor? I want the four of you to decimate this transport, leave no spark still burning. I'll handle the three who will bring him on board.::

"Come, Gutcrusher, bring the traitor and I'll show you to the cell we've prepared for him."

[cuppajj]

The SG/DJD from your sentient sg/ll universe did what?👀

OK SO

My interpretation of the Shattered Glass DJD is that they’re a humanitarian group who search for missing or captured Decepticons to rescue. They would’ve started out as a team who brought defectors and Autobots to justice (morally), hence their name, but they eventually expanded their operation into becoming a rescue squad. I also like to think they do Girl Scout things like hand out cookies but that’s besides the point 😆

Personalitywise I imagine Tarn is a bold, noble, sometimes excitable leader not unlike Thunderclash, Kaon is sweet but incredibly shy, Vos is a little clumsy but means well, Helex is a skittish gentle giant, and Tesarus is the joke cracker. The Pet exists too, but they call him Dominus; he had originally been an Autobot sleeper agent before attempting to defect to the Decepticons, getting caught, and being domesticated as punishment. The DJD would take him in and begin finding a way to fix him. The DJD are less business associates and more of a found family. (Also their alt modes aren't torture devices anymore: Helex is a heavy vehicle, Tesarus is a cannon, and Kaon is an electrical generator.)

Like in the normal comic, the business they have with the LL isn’t with the one that we follow, but its quantum duplicate caused by the initial engine explosion. Overlord (peachlord but he wouldn’t have been peach yet), who had gone missing since the Elba incursion, would be their highest priority for search and rescue, being the most powerful Decepticon warrior and a close friend of Tarn’s. After their business on Clemency, Kaon would have picked up a distress signal coming from somewhere in deep space. As they approach that sector, they also pick up on Overlord’s life signal in the same region the first one came from.

Long story short, tracking the two signals leads them to the duplicate Lost Light. The distress signal and Overlord’s signal both originated here, which worries them; but nevertheless they enter the ship, and are greeted with a horrifying sight. Dead bodies are strewn about, some tangled up in cords while others have torn limbs. The vast majority, however, look as if they simply dropped dead, with no visible wounds on them. Vos would run an analysis on the bodies and deduce that they had ingested some kind of lethal substance—gas, most likely—that forced their systems into a permanent shutdown. From what he can tell, these bodies are recently deceased; shortly before, during, or after the time period in which the distress signal was received.

Little do they know that they’re already being watched. The Lost Light is well aware of who they are, and they are also aware of why they’re here. They don’t take kindly to intruders disturbing the peace of their crew, so they intend to trap the DJD in the same place Overlord is in: the slow cell, which they find after what seems like ages of searching and carefully stepping past the unsettlingly peaceful-looking bodies.

When they free Overlord from the cell, they find that the teal Decepticon has been heavily sedated and can barely walk. Helex and Tesarus hoist their arms around him to carry him out with the others, but before they can do that, the slow cell door shuts and the Lost Light finally reveals themself.

“I am not fond of trespassers,” they boom with barely hidden ire. “If wish to defile this place to retrieve your charge, then you will stay with him until you rot.”

The DJD are taken aback by the omnipresent voice, and while some (Helex) begin to panic that they don’t have any way out, Tarn takes the lead and blasts a hole through the door with his fusion cannon. The group with Overlord pile out and begin to make their break for the ship (not called the peaceful tyranny here… Peaceful Truth? Prosperous Truth?). The LL attempts to trap them and grab them with their intricate systems but they’re able to blast through everything and fight everything back, and they eventually reach their ship and they pull away from the LL. They believe they’re safe as they steer the PT away, but then they transform, revealing that they’re a massive Cybertronian who now dwarfs them. A battle ensues, the PT shooting at the duplicate LL as they attempt to swat/crush it. The PT lands a perfect shot into LL’s optics, rendering them blind as they scream, and one final barrage through their chassis deals the killing blow. The DJD, shaken by the close call, watch as the duplicate LL keels over and falls silent. Soon after the PT flies away, the titan succumbs to rigormorphis and transforms back into their alternate mode, cold and dead just like the hundreds of bodies inside them.

Some of the DJD, particularly Helex, are slightly traumatized by the ordeal. They'd been surrounded by corpses before, but not in a way like this. And to realize that the walls around them could see them and speak to them, and urge to kill them... well, if a seemingly lifeless ship could be alive, then what else is there? Who else is there?

[soundcrusher]

The missing bird

Alright, season 2 part 2 from my ongoing story set in the sentient sg/ll universe from @cuppajj

I hope you will enjoy it. They are no highkins yet, but they're coming. I promise.

Trigger Warning: Rodimus gets bonked on the head. Nothing more. (Thankfully)

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“Stop looking at me like that! I am not crazy, I know what I’ve seen!”

“I am not saying that, Pharma, I’m just… your optics have been better…”

Pharma knew it, he knew it! He shouldn’t have commed Tarn after Rodimus’ assault and escape, but there wasn’t really any other option for him. If only the prime would have escaped, Pharma wouldn’t have bothered with calling his old friend. No. He would have simply called someone else. Someone who dealt with roge Autobots on the run, and wasn’t the leader of a group dedicated to finding and or saving Decepticons. But after seeing the youngling gone, informing Tarn of what happened was his highest priority. That, and fixing the wound inflicted on him. 

“Alright…” Muttered the medic, as he stared down at his steaming cup of Energon-tea. Usually this would help him calm down his nerves, but this time it didn’t work. Neither did knitting. “Let us begin from new. I told you that I was threatened by a youngling, who was in bad shape. Yes?” Pharma asked, which got him a silent nod from Tarn. “But the youngling did not come because of his missing wings, but rather because of the mech who was with him and slowly dying from a plethora of medical anomalies that should not have been possible. I mean, this mech looked like the monster from Frankenstein! Never in my years of working as a medical officer have I seen something like that. And then there is the fact that the mech’s head and spark were still fine. As if someone knew how to save those parts, but had to repeatedly replace the other ones. If I wouldn’t find the indications of such a procedure repulsive, I would be impressed.”

Pharma could have gone on and on about the medical concerns and sins committed through such an act, but Tarn was quick to stop him by simply raising a servo and shaking his head. “I know Pharma, I know, it must have been a terrible sight to see, but I think you’re missing the point. Rodimus Prime is dead. I saw his corpse with my own optics. And if you don’t believe me, you can ask my crew. We all have seen it.”

“And I tell you, he’s as alive as you and me!” Pharma wasn’t one for raising his voice or yelling, he hated it, but seeing as Tarn didn’t believe him, he couldn’t help himself. “I personally made sure that he was treated the best we could offer! And don’t start with my bad optics again, Tarn, I know what I have seen. I was using my glasses!” Screamed the medic, while slamming his knitting utensils down on the table, before getting up. Moving around his office in search of one specific data-pad. “But that isn’t even my point. Yes, Rodimus being alive and well is not good for anyone who should cross his path, but I worry about the youngling. Tarn, that youngling looked like… He didn’t look good. The look in his optics, it was haunting. As if he’s seen something that… You know those scared mechs and femmes you sometimes find and bring here for treatment? They know that whoever hurt them can’t do it anymore, but the kid, even the Prime, looked like they were expecting something or someone to jump out of the shadows. As if whatever was hunting them, was still on their tail. And then there are the things he muttered while under sedation…”

The old medic sighed, as he handed his  friend the data-pad containing all the needed information about both his latest patients, before sitting back down in his chair. Elbows on the table and head resting in his servos. “Call me crazy, call me old, blame it on my bad optics, but I know what I have seen. I know that the youngling was in the company of Rodimus Prime. And I know that I should have tried harder to keep them here… Maybe then I could have helped them better… Maybe they would be-”

“You shouldn’t blame yourself for something that happened. How should you have known that they would flee?” Asked Tarn softly, as to keep his friend from worrying even more. After all, Pharma was a mech who put the wellbeing of his patients before his own, and with two mechs gone who he still saw as his patients, Tarn knew that the medic was blaming himself for anything that could happen to them. “But,” he said after a short pause he took to quickly read the data-pad, “even with your provided evidence, I still can’t believe that Rodimus Prime is alive. I will believe you, that you saw an Autobot together with a Decepticon youngling, but until I see it for myself, Rodimus Prime is still dead.”

"Of course…" Muttered Pharma. "Well… I guess I will have to accept that…." It was either finding a compromise, or arguing until both of them started to rust. And frankly, Pharma knew that he couldn't convince Tarn to believe him. Not until his friend saw the prime with his own optics. "Either way, the youngling, is he a reported case? I would imagine that someone wouldn't try to keep this 'under the rug', as humans would say. Especially when it concerns one of the few younglings created after the war. I mean, if I had a youngling and they were in the servos of a rogue Autobot, I would report them as soon as possible."

Tarn nodded his head. There was one case involving a youngling, but that youngling was marked as dead. "There was one case, but whoever worked on it marked the involving youngling as deceased. Although, the data-pad you gave me makes me think that someone might have faked the report. It would be too much of a coincidence if there were two younglings with the same name, alt-mode, color palette and looks." While coincidences like this exist, it looked more like someone was trying to erase this specific Decepticon from their files, rather than two mechs who shared some similarities. 

Pharma nodded and picked his tea-cup up. Giving Tarn a look that could only be read as, 'I've made up my mind'.

"Then I want to officially report Phoenix as missing." 

......

Meanwhile, said youngling didn't even know that he was being missed by anyone, because he had other concerns right now. 

Once he woke up after spending a whole week being, figuratively, dead to the world, Phoenix was at first confused as to where he was. Then, he remembered everything that happened and quickly got up to look for Rodimus, only to find a stranger in his brother's place. At least, Phoenix thought it was a stranger, because this unknown mech did have Rodimus' head, from what he could see, but his body didn't match up. So, the youngling quickly grabbed a pipe and whacked the intruder over the head, only to hear the familiar voice of Rodimus' letting out a small scream of pain and surprise. 

"Phoenix! Frag, you have a hard swing…" Muttered the prime, while rubbing the sore spot on his helm. Maybe he should have stayed with Phoenix, in case his brother woke up, but he also had to make sure they didn't crash on a planet or fly into a meteor. Things were a lot easier when he had a crew… but he did have Phoenix now, and the kid did fly the ship when they made their escape. 

Speaking of Phoenix, the kid was awfully quiet after hitting him over the head. Quieter than usual, and that worried the black and purple mech. “Phoenix? Are you alright?” Asked Rodimus, as he slowly turned around to face his brother. Getting even more concerned when he saw Phoenix staring at him with a shocked face. “Come on, don’t say my good looks have stunned you. I mean, yes, I know I’m one handsome devil, but still. I-” Rodimus, while talking, was using one servo to underline his words, while the other one was propped up on his hip, but feeling Phoenix’s smaller servos carefully taking a hold on his free one caused the speedster to shut up. 

“The same…” Was all Phoenix muttered, before clutching Rodimus’ servo close to his chestplate, while tears started to run down his cheeks. “We’re… we’re the same. I’m… I’m not the only one… We look…” He couldn’t stop the tears, nor could he bring out a whole sentence. Yes, Phoenix knew that he and Rodimus shared a face, but seeing his brother’s body restored to what it used to look like. It was different. They might not have had 100% the same looks, but the resemblance was still uncanny. And it made Phoenix happy. Now, he wasn’t the only one who looked like this. 

He didn’t feel alone anymore. 

Seeing his brother cry wasn’t something Rodimus expected, but he could understand it. Or, at least he thought he could. So, carefully as to not scare Phoenix, he wrapped his free arm around the crying youngling. Pressing him as close to his chest as he could, without making it hurt. Phoenix was still clutching his servo after all. 

“Yes. You’re not the only one anymore. And, I promise you, I will keep it that way.” Said the speedster, before letting go of his brother to wipe away his tears. “Now, how about we get you some Energon? You must be starving.”

Phoenix nodded and let Rodimus pull him back to where they set up their resting place and place him down on the soft blankets, before the older mech rummaged through the cupboards for some spare Energon. Complaining the whole time about how wrongly the ship was stocked and how they will have to throw some things out and replace them with different ones. 

“Can we get a small kitchen?” Asked Phoenix, as he was being handed one of the small Energon cubes. “Oh! And maybe a table and some chairs too! Sitting on the floor is nice and all, but I would like chairs a lot more. Oh! Oh! How about some small lights too! Like those humans hang up on those green trees when the snow comes. Mother once brought me some and I hung them up in my room. Oh! And we will need some extra storage room for stuff too!”

“Yes, yes, we can make a list later Phoenix, but now you should concentrate on refueling. Primus knows how much you need it after sleeping like a rock.” Chuckled the prime as both of them started to plan and talk about their future while refueling. 

And for once, everything looked bright. 

...

“You know, if the sparkeater was a hot tall flier who could control his urges, I would totally kiss him.” Said Rodimus, which caused Phoenix to spit out his Energon.

“What the… Rodimus, no!”

“Rodimus, yes!”