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lifetimeshipper · 4 months ago

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No End In Sight

Chapter 16

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"Arcee, wake up!"

Arcee opens her optics to see her sire shaking her, "Sire? What's wrong?"

"The Decepticons are here, we need to go."

Her sire tugs her out of her berth and she stands up. Since she's still a young bot she hasn't had any experience in battle just yet. She's been trained by her sire since she was able to walk but she's never seen a battlefield. But she knows all about the Decepticons and the chaos they've been causing all across Cybertron. She's now coming of age when she can join the battle and she's very anxious to get onto a battlefield and destroy some Decepticons.

Her sire grabs her servo and pulls her as he begins running, "Let's go, your mother is waiting for us," he tells her as they run out of her room and down a hallway. They run down the flight of stairs and head to where her mother is waiting for them.

When they get close to their destination they're blown back as a bomb hits their house and blows up that portion, "NOOOOOO!!"

Arcee can hear her sire shouting but she's too disoriented from the blast to register what is happening. She gets up off the floor and goes over to her sire but he rushes off towards the section that was just blown up. Arcee follows as her processor starts clearing up and she soon realizes what got her sire so upset, "MOTHER NO!" She runs over to her body which is half sticking out from under some debris. Her spark drops when she realizes that it's too late to save her, she's already gone.

Arcee feels her sire pulling her from her mother's body and trying to get her to run but she feels numb, like none of her limbs wants to function. Her sire drags her out of the house and into the streets where they see hundreds of 'Bots running and trying to get out of the city as Decepticons fly overhead releasing bombs and blowing up one building after another. Some Decepticons landed and started attacking the 'Bots that were trying to flee.

Loud booms could be heard all around as buildings blew up and crumbled, pillars of smoke coming out of them and filling the sky as fire licked at the metal. Ambers could be seen coming from the fires and going into the sky with the smoke and floating overhead of all the 'Bots scurrying around. Arcee saw a group of Autobot soldiers running in to take on the Decepticons. The two sides clashed as the rest tried desperately to get out of harm's way.

Arcee's sire took her to one of the Autobots headquarters - he's a soldier just like she wants to be - and he goes to the nearest general he finds, "Take her and turn her into a warrior."

Arcee looks at him in shock, "What?"

He looks at her, "You're of age now, Arcee. Remember what I taught you, you'll do great. Make me proud."

"Where are you going?"

"I have to fight and defend the city. You're in good hands. I'll find you after we've won. I love you."

A drop of black liquid escaped from Arcee's optic. First, she lost her mother and now her sire is leaving, "I love you too, Father."

He smiles at her before running off to join the fight. Arcee stands there watching him leave as her spark starts to crumble.

Arcee opens her optics and blinks back the black liquid that is threatening to come out. Why did it have to be a dream of that memory? She sits up and stretches then looks over to Soundwave who is still examining his visor. Good thing she blinked back the black liquid because the last thing she needs is this 'Con seeing her cry. But she runs a digit over her optics just to make sure.

"Are you okay?"

Arcee looks at Soundwave again and sees him looking at her with concern. Wait. That can't be right. Why would he be concerned? She just brushes it off, "Yeah, just had a bad dream. Can you fix your visor?" She asks trying to change the subject.

Soundwave took the hint and dropped it, he looked at his visor once more then set it down, "I'll have to get Knock Out to help me fix it."

"You can't even make a Ground Bridge to get us out of here?"

Soundwave shakes his helm. He really wishes he could because he hates being in a tight spot like this where he can't transform and fly or do anything. But they're stuck there until either the Decepticons or the Autobots dig them out. He knows the Autobots will be digging through and looking for them because he's sure they got a glimpse of her signal before the cave-in happened. He hopes it's his team and not the enemy.

Soundwave releases Laserbeak from his chassis so he can examine him. He looks him over and sees some dents and scratches. There was a deep dent on his wing which caused some slight damage, which means he's not gonna be able to fly for a little while. He places Laserbeak in his lap and he holds him down with one of his tentacles as he sees how he can get the dent out of his wing. He looks over at Arcee who is sitting there watching him.

"Do you have something in your medkit that can get dents out?"

"I should." She brings her medkit out of her subspace again and opens it to look. She finds a hammer that is just right to get out dents, "Here we go."

"Can you help me get the dent out of his wing?"

"Sure."

Since she's on Soundwave's left side and the dent is on Laserbeak's right wing she moves to get to his right side. But instead of going all the way over to the right side she just swings her leg over his lap and sits there in front of Laserbeak. She leans over to take a look at his wing and she puts the hammer underneath the wing where the dent is and starts hitting the hammer against it.

Soundwave's spark starts pulsing very fast like it had when she was in his lap earlier, but he shakes it off because it's just to help Laserbeak. He feels Laserbeak start to struggle to get away but he puts a tendril on his little helm and he soothed him and calmed him down. Arcee watched him and was surprised at how gentle he was, she never thought a Decepticon could be gentle with anyone or anything. But Soundwave is very gentle with his pet, and he's been quite gentle with her too. He has never harmed her or spoken ill towards her.

Of course, he did kick her aft not long ago in their fight, but she could tell he didn't really want to. He had orders to bring her back and she was refusing to go back. She wanted to be free, she wants to be free. So he had no choice but to fight her and beat her so he could take her back. Then he saved her life by putting himself in harm's way.

"What made you join the Decepticons?" The question fell out of her mouth before she could even process it. Once she realized what she just asked she didn't give any reaction or retract the question since a part of her really does want to know.

Soundwave turns his attention from Laserbeak back to Arcee. He's not sure if he should tell her about his past, but maybe it'll help her trust him and open up to him. "I was a gladiator like Megatron. It's where I met him, I even fought in the same arenas as him. I got to know him and found him to be a pretty good mech. So when he decided to rise against the High Council after they chose Orion to be Prime instead of him I followed him..."

Arcee kept listening as she got back to work on Laserbeak's wing. It didn't really surprise her that Soundwave had been a gladiator before the war, as good of a fighter he is he had to have some sort of fighting background especially since Megatron himself made him his right-hand mech.

"I believed in what Megatron said, I believed he would make a better world for us. I still do. Seeing what the High Council was like got me following him even more."

Arcee paused, "What do you mean what the High Council was like? They were good bots. The only thing they did that you would consider wrong was choosing Orion Pax to be Prime instead of Megatron."

"You think that because you didn't know the High Council, you don't know what they did in secret."

"And you do?" At this point, she's starting to feel aggravated with him.

"Yes. I had been on the High Council."

Arcee looks surprised, she didn't know he used to be on the High Council, "What happened?"

"I was put on the High Council by Megatron to keep watch over them. I witnessed firsthand just how unfair and unjust they were. Everything had to be to their standards none was allowed to have an opinion outside their own. They wouldn't even acknowledge your opinion if it didn't fit their standards. They cut down any who would show any kind of support to the Decepticons, even those who only associated with ones who supported Decepticons were cut down. They put dozens of bots out of their homes and onto the streets..." Soundwave had to take a moment to calm himself, the memory of it all really angers him.

Arcee didn't want to believe him, she wouldn't believe him if it wasn't for the sincerity she sensed in his voice as he spoke and the way he was acting right now. She can tell talking about it really upset him, which means there is truth behind his words. "I was just a young bot when it all happened. I didn't know much about the High Council except what I heard from my sire. But he didn't even tell me much, I just knew that they had chosen a new Prime and later Megatron rose up and the war started. The next thing I heard the High Council had been taken down by you guys. I was just a couple of years away from the age where I could join the battle when it all started."

She gets back to work on Laserbeak's wing and Soundwave looks at her. It never occurred to him how much younger than him she was. But that doesn't really matter, she's old enough to be in the battle then she's old enough to take as a mate. She's plenty old enough since the start of the war was a millennia ago. "Of course, you didn't know what was going on with the High Council. Not many did, they fooled a lot of Cybertronians. I didn't know you were that young when it all started. You must have been in a good safe place to survive until you came of age to join the battle."

"I was, my sire kept me and my mother in a safe place. It was a city that you guys didn't know about for a while, until..." She paused again and looked up at Soundwave, "You guys somehow found it and attacked it one night. Putting us out of our homes."

Soundwave remembers there was an Autobot city they had been searching for for a long time. They knew the city was hiding a good portion of Autobots including Autobot soldiers that would just vanish off their radar. Neither he nor any of the other Decepticons knew how they managed to conceal the city from them or even themselves while they were in the city. But they did and it baffled them.

He sent Laserbeak to follow one of the Autobot soldiers one day to see where they vanish to and find the city and sure enough, Laserbeak was led right to the location of the city they were looking for. Once Soundwave retrieved the information from Laserbeak he told Megatron and Megatron sent an army of Decepticons to attack the city. If he had known the future love of his life was in that city he would have kept the information to himself. But he didn't know, he didn't even know Arcee had existed. At the time she was just another Autobot in the city that needed to be destroyed. He's thankful that she survived and is here with him now. She has gone from the nameless Autobot he was trying to kill to the love of his life that he wants to mate with.

He noticed that she had gotten back to fixing Laserbeak's wing and after a couple more hits she was done. "That should do for now. You can do what you need to when you get back to the ship," Arcee says as she puts the hammer back into the medkit.

He pays no attention to her words and just watches her put the hammer back into her medkit and put it back into her subspace. He can't help but wonder...

"How did you survive the attack and make it out of the city?"

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omsrandom · 3 years ago

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Love is A G̴̢̈́̿L̴̥̋͑Ȋ̶̥͈̥͋̉T̶̢͎̀ͅČ̸̪͍̏H̷̰͚̳͒ Chapter Preview: Speed Metal

for the lovely @insanely-creative-things! Happy birthday! The alternative title for this chapter is: Local Wine Uncle Takes Child to Illegal Street Races

“You know Soundwave is going to offline you if I get caught,” she hummed as she sat in the driver seat. Knockout’s laugh echoed through the speakers.

“If you get caught,” he reminded her. “You can’t stay in the ship all the time Shockie. Even hatchlings got to leave their nest more than you.��

She didn’t have a good rebuttal against that, instead just sitting back as they pulled up into the line. Almost immediately, the person to the right rolled down his window and keyed KO’s arm, making her cringe. “Just don’t kill him while I’m here,” she just asked. “I still have nightmares from when I broke my arm.”

The mech just let out a growl, and they shot forward, leaving her to sigh in resignation.

He was quick, she wouldn’t argue against that, but if she wasn’t bracing herself for every turn, no doubt she’d be slamming her head against the window at every bump. As they came up to the black car, she just turned her head away, hearing the tires squealing and the metal-on-metal crash as the human was sent soaring off a cliff edge.

“He’ll live,” the mech murmured, and she felt tension bleed out of her, replaced with a giddy sense of excitement.

“Then let’s finish this!”

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The next day, she couldn’t stop her fifth yawn as she walked down the sidewalk towards where Bulkhead was supposed to pick her up. It would be her first time actually seeing where the physical Autobot Base entrance was going to be, and she messed it up by going out last night.

“You ok?” she jumped as Jack pulled up beside her.

“I didn’t think humans could yawn that much,” Arcee agreed quietly, making her snort.

“Just wait until finals come up,” she murmured. “If they’re anything like what I did online, all of us are going to be pulling 24 hours or more.”

“Ratchet won’t like that,” Jack agreed. “You did online classes? I thought you were homeschooled.”

“Uh, yeah, Up until, maybe, like, I was 12 or 13? Then S-my dad enrolled me online because his job was getting more and more difficult to do at home.” Jack just nodded, not looking too deeply into her answer. “Anyways, gotta go to, uh, Bulkhead? I think?”

“Good luck with Miko,” he chuckled, letting Arcee drive off. She’d deny it to this day that her little huff of laugh was anything more than slight fondness.

Things were… tense, later on. Miko had been blasting loud music through her phone, which helped keep Ashi awake, but… the Autobot base entrance wasn’t what she was expecting. It was a literal mesa base. No wonder they could never find it.

But that wasn’t a real concern. Jack was late.

Arcee made sure he was never late, so why, after two hours of being out of school, was he not at the base yet?

He wasn’t there when she went to the Nemesis portal spot, but no, she wasn’t concerned, ok?

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Ashie yelped as someone picked her up, holding her in their hands. “We’re going out again Shockie,”

The redhead groaned at Knockout’s words. “I need to get this report done,” she argued. “While I still remember where the base entrance is!”

“One little race isn’t going to hurt hatchling,” Breakdown called from the next room, where he had a buff kit ready to go. “We both know Commanders Starscream and Soundwave will be the first ones to forgive you if a report is late.”

“But it’s still the principle!” she tried to argue.

“Ah ah! We’re going out, and nothing you can do or say will stop it,” the red mech’s words sounded as final as a nail in a coffin (whatever that meant) so she put on a long-suffering face and looked at Breakdown.

“How do you deal with him?”

“I don’t.”

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“Are you getting enough sleep?” Jack asked quietly as they walked down the steps, and she just grimaced.

“Yeah, my brothers are just assholes,” she shrugged. “They like playing pranks on each other and shooting nerf guns in the middle of the night, and Dad put me between their rooms to try and stop it. I just got caught in the crossfire.”

“Ouch,” Jack hissed. “You should tell them to knock it off, at least until Mr. Gregory’s test is done.”

“I’ll think about it,” she hummed.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you!” Both her and Jack turned around to see Sierra exiting the school. “The race, how great was that? I was like, yeah, go Jack!”

“Race?” she murmured, and Jack’s eyes widened.

“You can’t tell O-,” he cut himself off.

“Jack totally blew Vince out of the water with that sweet bike of his,” Sierra told her. “He promised to take me on a ride.” Something made her blood both boil and freeze.

“Oh?” she just choked out instead, hating how small it sounded.

“Before we met!” he tacked on. “Sierra, this is Ashi, my girlfriend. And Ashi, the race was no big deal,”

“You got that right,” Vince snarled, pushing between her and Jack, forcing her to take some steps back. “If you think you can run with the big boys: the circuit, tonight, 11 pm.” She glanced at Sierra, whose eyes were flickering between her and Jack before the teen’s voice caught her off guard.

“Deal,”

Oh, Primus, she was going to kill him.

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She didn’t go to the Autobot base that day, instead going directly to the ship, to the medbay where Knockout was checking Megatron’s vitals.

“Shockie, what a wonderful surprise! Anything you need dear?”

“There’s a race circuit going on tonight at 11,” she said, getting straight to the point. “I need to be there.”

Knockout frowned. “Even I wasn’t going to have you go out three days in a row. What’s so special about this?”

She swallowed, knowing full well what was about to happen. He was the only one aside from Breakdown and Megatron who knew what the power of the words she was about to say was. “My soulmate will be racing in it.”

Knockout froze before turning to her in an accusing way. “You were supposed to keep us updated if you met them,” he reminded her quietly, too quietly for the mech. “Why didn’t you?” She shifted her gaze to her feet and murmured her response. “That was too quiet for my audio receptors to pick up. Louder now.”

“He’s…” her voice was nothing more than a whisper, but it seemed to echo through the room. “He knows the Autobots… he’s my key to getting behind their defenses.”

“Slag,” Knockout said, and she felt it. “Slaggit, hatchling, you can’t have anything normal happen to you, can you?”

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When Knockout pulled up to the line, she was expecting Jack and Arcee, but definitely not Bumblebee, and the red mech seemed to feel the same as her if the quiet curses seem to say anything about it. “I’ll be quick,” she promised, exiting the passenger door and quickly weaving her way through the crowd to Jack and Bee. “Jack,”

“Ashi!” he snapped around, staring at her in surprise. “What’re you doing here?”

“One of my Uncles is racing tonight,” she stressed, shifting her gaze to Bee rapidly, hoping he’d get the hint. Judging by how pale he turned, he seemed to get it. “I just came to wish you luck, and there won’t be any hard feelings, right? Uncle K can be a bit mean in these things.”

“No hard feelings,” he echoed back. “You’ll be safe?”

“Only if you are,” she sighed, quickly going back to Knockout. “He knows you’re here, but not you exactly.”

“He knows you’re a Decepticon?” Ok, so maybe Knockout was still a bit pissed off at her.

“He accidentally got warped into our ship, and our first words were said while I was in uniform. And then we met out of uniform and it only took a day for him to realize who I was.” she still felt bitter over it, but just shrugged instead.

Somehow, Vince ended up between Knockout and Bumblebee, and she was very grateful for the blackout windows and the redhead teen tried to glance her way. “Creep,” she grumbled, bracing as the countdown started.

In a second, they were off, Bee and Vince instantly duking it out for first and second while Knockout stayed back in a casual third. “He’s not really trying to struggle, is he?” Knockout mused aloud, making her laugh. She did notice he was driving a bit more carefully, and she was thankful for that, even if he was watching Bee’s movements to do it.

Then, Knockout gained on Vince and spun him out, making her laugh. He continued driving forward, obviously trying to get first in what would possibly be the only friendly Autobot-Decepticon interaction for a while, when the yellow bot began to swerve, signaling that he had realized who was behind him. Knockout moved to follow him, and she realized in abject horror he had pulled his ion guns out.

“Knockout,” she warned.

“Relax. I don’t plan on hitting them. Fear is a good motivator.” he fired, and true to his word, every shot missed, and the two Autobot allied quickly left the drainage ditch in favor of an actual road with Knockout still following. Bee was suddenly trailing something, and it took her a moment to realize what it was.

“Oil!” She yelled, but she was a moment too late as Knockout spun, and by the time she was finished, she was feeling sick and seeing stars.

“Primus, Sparkie, you ok?”

She let out a wheeze and held a thumbs up. “Fucking shoot him for me,” she choked out. “I’m going to throw up in the ditch.” Immediately, the door opened, and she launched herself out of his alt-mode and onto the road.

As he started to drive away, she stumbled to the side, where she hung over the rails and…

Oh god, were they really hiding under a bridge?

Jack at least had the decency to look ashamed as he caught sight of her, but it quickly turned to disgust as Vince pulled up and got out of his car. Knockout screeched to a halt, backing up to her.

“It’s the school bully,” she murmured. “He’s an ass and a creep who can’t take no.” Knockout silently transformed, and her phone vibrated from her jean pocket. Taking a glance at it, she read:

Want me to teach a skeeze a lesson then?

Maybe her grin was a bit too feral as she nodded. The mech immediately reached down, pulling him up and tossing him into the air as he transformed. The teen was bound to the passenger seat, and without a thought, she hopped into the driver's seat with a grin. “Let’s go, Uncle K,” she giggled, and Vince’s eyes went wide as he realized who she was. He was knocked out not even a second later, so it was ok.

“What’re we gonna do with him?” she asked. “He’s only a year older than me, so he’s still technically a kid, not an adult.”

“So major body harm is out of the question then.” Knockout mused. “Psychological isn’t though. You said he couldn’t take no for an answer?”

“He’s made me his main target, but there’s probably a dozen other girls he’s tried this with before and it worked, otherwise he wouldn’t be so insistent.”

She finished up the final note just in time to hear cars circling the building, making her sigh. “Fun’s over,” she said.

“At least we got some enjoyment tonight,” Knockout sounded just as disappointed as she felt. She finished folding the papers up as much as she could while they were on the move, and as she finished stuffing them in Vince’s pockets, the sound of a semi-horn made her freeze.

Oh, Primus, they called in Prime??

The large mech immediately slammed them off the road, and it was only Knockout’s quick thinking of tying her down with straps that she hadn’t immediately been ejected as he slammed into a ditch. It left her in a daze, and all she could really do was just lay there, slumped over as Knockout frantically tried to get his back wheels on the ground.

“Stay online Shockie!” he called, thunderous footsteps getting closer and closer. As Prime easily picked Knockout up, she realized how much deep slag she was about to get into when she got back to Nemesis.

The passenger door was ripped off, and Vince was removed, and she could all but feel the disgust from Optimus as he grabbed her as well, throwing Knockout to the side. The mech transformed an angry, desperate look on his facial plates.

“Give her back,” he snarled, but he faltered as Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead all pulled up. “Slag you! Slag you all to the pits!” He drove off, leaving her alone, injured, and surrounded by enemies.

“Are you alright, Miss Lawrence?” Prime asked.

“Think you broke my ribs,” she murmured. “When you slammed into him.” he might’ve had a mask over his face, but just through his optics alone, she could tell how much that sentence hurt, and she planned on weaponizing it.

“Let us get you to Ratchet then,” he murmured. Bumblebee rolled a window down, showing Jack with a pained face of his own. A morbid part of her wondered if he had felt her pain whenever one of the ‘bots had shot her or not.

“This was my fault,” Jack’s voice was distant as if he was getting farther away.

“We must get these two to medical immediately,” Prime cut him off, and she noted in a sense of vindication that he was jostling Vince around while keeping her perfectly still. “Explanations can come later.”

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She hadn’t even realized she had passed out until she woke up, once again in the comically large medical berth, IVs carefully hooked up to her. A glance at the clock told her that calling Soundwave would definitely result in death, so she just carefully turned it off and slipped it under her pillow. He knew how to remotely turn it off if he needed to talk to her.

“Should you not be contacting your parental unit?” Ratchet asked, making her grimace.

“I should’ve done it the second I realized something was off with the race,” she admitted. “Calling this late in the morning would just result in him getting angry at me.”

“Is he not usually angry?” Ratchet’s voice held confusion, so she just tilted her head. “The bruises and cuts across your body indicate you were attacked.”

“Are you trying to ask if my father…?” she trailed off, just staring blankly at him. “I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed when I’m in the base, Ratchet, but I trip over everything. I fell down the stairs a few days ago here and you didn’t react, so I just thought you knew not to get too worked up.”

“I-” the mech sputtered, turning away. “Your ribs are wrapped, no running or exercise for the next two months. Optimus would like to talk to you before you leave about what happened.”

“I got kidnapped, not much more I can say,” she shrugged.

The look he gave her told her she hadn’t been convincing enough.

#Transformers #Transformers Prime #TFP #Ashi Lawrence (OC)#Ashi #Jack Darby #Arcee #Bumblebee #Knockout #Breakdown #Optimus Prime #tw: mention of possible child abuse #but not really because the 'cons would happily die for Ashi #You cannot change my mind the Knockout would be THE WINE UNCLE #LIKE HE'S THE SAME COLOR AS WINE TOO #Love is a Glitch Commission #Love is a Glitch (Fic)

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thanksjro · 4 years ago

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Dark Cybertron Chapter 5: the Issue that Made Me Stop Reading MTMTE for Three Years

So, Megatron’s still getting space-bridged in the torso. That’s still happening. Nova Prime and Galvatron are coming through the rift, as Shockwave, who seems to have lost most of the mass in his lower body, thanks Megatron for his service.

Robert Gill’s on art for this issue alongside Ramondelli, and this is basically the only place we’ll be getting a taste of his style. Let’s see what he’s bringing to the table.

JESUS CHRIST.

WHY DO YOU HAVE GUMS.

Nightmare Murder Death Ravage, the Decepticons, and the Autobots just broke into Shockwave’s underground lair, and are ready to kick some ass. Shockwave was expecting this to happen, because he is a very smart boy, and also apparently genre savvy. Soundwave tackles Shockwave to the ground, and gets insulted for his troubles.

Sir, your eye's been turned into a silver-dollar pancake.

Shockwave calls in Metalhawk to handle these goons who’ve broken into his domicile, and Metalhawk, who legitimately looks like he’d snap in half if the breeze blew the wrong way, gets to work. Bumblebee tries to reason with the man- ripping off his whole-ass face to reveal... his face... in the process- but it’s useless. Metalhawk is just too het up about politics.

Over in another part of the room, Ironhide and a couple of buddies are going to lay the smackdown on Nova Prime and Galvatron, who are still coming out of the space bridge. They’ve been at this for like ten minutes now. Ironhide starts trying to shove Nova Prime back through the bridge, punching him in the face as he does. Megatron, at this point, has lost his arms. They’ve simply disappeared from the scene at hand.

The art isn’t great this issue, if you couldn’t already tell.

While this is happening, Skywarp is busy messing with the medical equipment Megatron’s hooked up to, and losing his corporeal form, because that death wave from a couple issues back did, in fact, hit him a little.

This is the Rattrap issue, by the way.

Over with Arcee, it would seem as though we’ve given up on even pretending to give a shit about size continuity, as Rumble and Blitzwing are the same height now. These three are on a mission to grab some of the resurrection ore and bring it back to base for the wounded, which is nice of them.

Shockwave shoots Soundwave, then calls Waspinator over, as Skywarp sticks his little hands into the ore that’s growing out of the walls. This makes him better, I guess? Because it’s resurrection ore? Even though he’s not dead? Also, his mouth looks like it’s full of wood pulp, and I don’t like it.

Bumblebee is trying to make a breakthrough with Metalhawk, but there’s no time for that, as Shockwave’s up to some weird nonsense involving Nova Prime.

The same could be said of this entire comic event.

Waspinator meets up with Shockwave and hands him his “staff”. I use quotations because it super isn’t a staff, but that’s what it’s called in-issue. What it actually is… well, it looks like a gun with a stinger for a barrel. I know he had a gun that looks very similar in Beast Wars, and he whipped it out on the regular, but I guess it’s a staff now? A staff that isn’t even remotely a staff? TFWiki makes the claim that it’s his stinger, which makes way more sense, but I don’t know that I’d want to hand the rump roast portion of my own ass to the purple science gremlin, even if it did mean cool stuff was going to happen.

Look, I don’t know, okay? I think someone fucked up the script.

Shockwave pops off his gun hand and attaches the “staff”, claiming to know how to handle the Titan way better than Waspinator ever could, because he’s just that smart. Then the Titan comes to life and bursts through the ground. Ironhide, who is still straddling Megatron as he punches Nova Prime into submission, gets his shop wrecked by a giant fist.

Meanwhile, in the Dead Universe, we’re finally getting back to that whole Nightbeat thing. Everyone is very surprised to find him here, and sort-of, maybe alive? Dead Universe complicates things.

Back in Spotlight: Hardhead, Hardhead and Nightbeat went on an adventure together to Gorlam Prime, trying to figure out what the hell had happened to Nightbeat’s brain in Spotlight: Nightbeat, where he was brainwashed into being a sleeper agent for Nova Prime, who was still in the Dead Universe at the time, and are you beginning to see why I sort of just gave up on following the plot and stopped reading? You have to have read essentially all of Phase 1 for any of this to make sense. Between that and the art, I was just sort of over the whole thing.

Anyway, Hardhead had to shoot Nightbeat in the head after the dude got his… brain taken over. There were some little tiny guys involved, Jhiaxus was there, it was weird. Because Nightbeat died at the edge of a portal to the Dead Universe, it took his body and dragged him inside, both trapping him and keeping him alive.

Rodimus isn’t too keen on this turn of events, and Hardhead feels really awkward about the whole thing. Nightbeat seems to be taking being an off-brand zombie in stride though, as he immediately makes himself a nuisance to Cyclonus, by way of cold-reading the guy. Because he’s a detective, he’s pretty good at it.

Nightbeat, you fool! It’ll be another 22 issues before Cyclonus is ready to even acknowledge his feelings!

Orion Pax breaks it up before we can see what Cyclonus considers a good punishment for putting him through the ordeal of being known, and we finally get back on track.

Back on Cybertron, I guess there’s been a bit of a time skip, as Megatron is back on his feet and carrying Ironhide to safety. Also, his mouth has gone AWOL. He tries to ask Bumblebee what the plan is, only to be interrupted by Galvatron ripping him in half.

God, I wish you hadn’t found your mouth, Megatron. This is awful.

Galvatron throws Megatron on the ground, and things just keep getting better, because now the Titan’s up on its feet, and Shockwave just told it to go ham.

Back in the Dead Universe, things are getting complicated, and I don’t think we’ll be getting answers any time soon.

Oh, well, I’m glad Nightbeat is as lost on this whole thing as I am.

Hardhead wants to know what was up with all that cryptic bullshit Nightbeat was spouting off earlier, and Nightbeat reveals even more details about Cyclonus- his forcefield generator was damaged when they got to the Dead Universe, and now he’s infected with… I dunno, bad vibes, I guess. That’s why he got sick a couple issues back, and also why the Cyberwraiths ran away from him; the Dead Universe is assimilating him back into its fold.

Even though it’s been established to want literally everything inside it dead.

Though Cyclonus did spend six million years hanging out in the Dead Universe, so maybe it’s fine, actually.

You know, truth be told, I’m not sure exactly how it works, and neither does anyone else, it would seem.

Anyway, Nightbeat tells the fellas to hold tight while he goes to grab somethingaaaaand he’s trapped them in a magic box.

Ugh, whatever, Orion.

Turns out getting shot didn’t fix Nightbeat’s sleeper agent issue, and now the boys are going to pay for being so chatty.

And that’s a series wrap on Team -Imus! Let’s give ‘em a hand, folks!

At this point, Nova Prime reveals that he did, in fact, get shoved back through the space bridge, and is still in the Dead Universe. Sucks to be him, I guess.

...Man, this Rattrap issue was great! Loved the part where he was in it.

#transformers #jro #dark cybertron #issue 5 #rid #exrid #issue 24 #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing

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primroseprime2019 · 4 years ago

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Darkness Rising- Part Four

As the dead continued to rise, Ratchet and Optimus knew they were going to have problems. "Megatron has descicrated the resting place of our fallen ancestors. And his own!" Ratchet proclaimed.

"Not even the dead are free from his warmongering," Optimus said.

"At last. Symbiosis. I can feel it possess complete control over my army. Destroy them!" Megatron instructed his powerful army.

But before the undead could even reach the two Autobots, Optimus unfolded his cannons from his arms and fired away. But even his blasts didn't provide them that much help.

"Optimus, if our combatants are already deceased, how can we possibly defeat them?" Ratchet asked as the army came even closer.

"Ratchet! Retreat! Bridge yourself back to base!" Optimus instructed his friend.

"No! I shall stand with you, Optimus!" Ratchet decided as he unfolded his surgical blades from his servos, "You may require a medic when this is all over with."

Together, the two friends ran towards the oncoming army ready to attack. Optimus continued firing shots from his blaster cannons while Ratchet decided to slice and dice the dead Transformers. Whenever he slit them with his blades, they fell down dead.

"I recommend discection! The smaller the pieces, the better!" Ratchet advised Optimus.

"Sound advice, old friend," Optimus complimented before trading his blaster cannons for his blades.

"I have mastered Dark Energon. When you fall, Optimus, you too shall join my army," Megatron proclaimed.

Optimus ran in and started slicing and dicing Megatron's army.

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The Vehicons that had spotted Jack, Raf and Paige started to fire at the three. Primrose leapt out and stood above them, a pair of white wings spread out and the blaster fire merely bounced off of them.

Bulkhead drove over to the kids. "Get in! Now!" He instructed as he opened his passenger side door. The three quickly jumped inside of the Autobot and once his door was closed, he took off with Primrose following.

"Thanks, Bulkhead," Jack and Paige panted.

"Yeah. Thanks," Raf agreed. "What are you doing out here?" Bulkhead asked.

"We were worried about Miko," Jack said, "have you seen her?" "What she look like?" The three turned to see Miko poke her head out behind them.

"Everybody out! And this time, PLEASE wait here!" Bulkhead pleaded his friends as he finally got them some cover.

Once they were out, Bulkhead and Primrose drove towards the Decepticon warship. It was a daring maneuver. But something had to be done if the Autobots were ever going to rescue Fowler. Bulkhead jumped into the air and transformed just before he crashed into the cliff face. Once his grip was secure, he started scaling the cliff face before reaching one of the sharp points that was part of the design of the warship. Immediately, he jumped and used that sharp point to climb aboard the Nemesis. When he noticed a Decepticon above him, he simply grabbed the guy by the ankle and threw him off the ship before jumping on. Immediately, the Decepticons fired.

Primrose charged at the Decepticons before she sent out a wave of energy at them, sending them flying back into the wall.

Bulkhead and Primrose finished the Vehicons and Bulkhead looked towards the kids only to realize that there was only three of them. "Where's Miko?" He asked.

His response was banging from inside his chest compartment. He opened the compartment and Miko popped out, taking in huge gulps of oxygen as she did.

"Miko?"

"I heaved on your floor mats. Sorry," Miko apologized before gagging once again as she surpressed the urge to empty even more stomach contents onto Bulkhead's interiors and climbed out of Bulkhead, "Remind me to never do that again."

"Don't do that again," Primrose said, keeping the annoyance out of her voice. The door opened and Vehicons came out. Primrose's optics turned red and without a moment's hesitation, the young Prime blew fire at the Vehicons.

The Vehicons screamed as they were burnt, their plating melting. Miko widened her eyes in shock and bewilderment.

Bulkhead and Primrose ran into the warship with Miko following.

Down below, Paige, Raf and Jack were still hiding behind the rock, their faces filled with uncertainty.

"Think they forgot about us?" Raf asked. The three whirled around to see two Vehicons coming towards them.

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Inside the Nemesis, Bulkhead ran through the hallways finding somewhere safe for Miko who was sitting in his hand looking as though she was going to empty her stomach contents once again. However, it's not an easy task. Decepticons noticed them and began to attack the duo. Bulkhead threw Miko underneath them. She exclaimed in surprise as she slid across the floor and right underneath them while Bulkhead took them out with his hammer.

"I'm gonna heave again," Miko proclaimed as she surpressed the urge to once again.

However, she didn't have the time to empty her stomach contents onto the floor of the Nemesis. Bulkhead scooped her into his hand once again and ran through the various corridors, looking for Miko's safe harbour.

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"Bring them to the brig. Commander Starscream is keeping the other human there," the first Vehicon said. Paige and Raf looked at each other nervously.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Bumblebee and Firestorm knocked over the Vehicons and Arcee jumped over them, transforming into her bipedal form from her vehicle form. She managed to catch Jack and Raf as they fell. Paige landed in Jack's lap, knocking the wind out of him. The three of them panted as Arcee set them to their feet.

"Bumblebee!" Raf said happily. "Glad you're okay, Raf," Bumblebee said.

"Appreciate you opening the front door for us. But storming a Decepticon warship was NOT on the activities list," Arcee said. "Tell me about it," Jack sighed.

Arcee ran down the corridors with her blaster charging up. When she reached the end, she pointed her blaster at what she thought was a Decepticon. But in actual fact, it was Bulkhead pointing his own blaster at her.

"Friendly!" Arcee proclaimed.

"Hello!" Bulkhead greeted.

"Brought the humans, huh?" Arcee guessed as they folded their weapons back into their arms.

"You try getting them to stay behind!" Bulkhead retorted.

"We need to find Fowler and get them out of here," Arcee decided.

"Uh, he's in the brig!" Jack, Paige and Raf told them.

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"Agent Fowler. You do realize the Autobots have abandoned you," Starscream mocked, "I am the only one you can rely upon now. So tell me what I want to know or else." He began to slowly edge the Energon prod towards Agent Fowler.

"Wait. No more," Fowler pleaded weakly, "They're in a secret government base."

"Yes?" Starscream pressed. "In the old still mill? Or was it under that carnival house?" Fowler joked.

Starscream growled in frustration as he struck him with the Energon Prod once again. "Someone find out what is going on out there!" The Seeker instructed.

Immediately, both Vehicons who were inside guarding the door ran out to do just that.

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Outside, the firefight between the Autobots and Decepticons was still ongoing. And Jack, Paige, Miko and Raf were caught in the middle of the little firefight. Bulkhead stood in front of them and fired back a few shots of his own. All three of them were destroyed by the shots he fired. On their other side, Arcee was doing a good job as well when it came to taking down the Decepticons that kept on attacking them. Same with Bumblebee. Whenever the four humans tried to get away, the Decepticons would open fire on them. The firefight was becoming too much for them. It was suffocating. They needed to get out of there. Now. Right now. So they literally melted in relief when Arcee took down the remaining Decepticon in their little fight. Immediately, they took off running. Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee immediately followed them.

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Optimus and Ratchet weren't having that much luck themselves. Whenever they took down members of Megatron's army, more swarmed around them. They were nowhere close to having a facedown with Megatron himself. It was suffocating. And there was an undead Cybertronian ancestor everywhere they turned. There was no way out. Eventually, Optimus and Ratchet stood back-to-back as even more Transformers surrounded them.

"Optimus, this prolonged exposure to Dark Energon is sapping our strength," Ratchet observed.

"We cannot falter now," Optimus proclaimed as they raced ahead.

More undead Cybertronians were surrounding them faster then they could take them down. Eventually, they piled onto Optimus, pinning him to the ground. Ratchet didn't fail to notice.

"OPTIMUS!" he cried as he, too, was buried under the undead Cybertronians.

As much as they tried to fight, it was useless. They were consumed by the undead Cybertronian army. Above the scene, Megatron watched in delight as his enemies were brought down by his army. But it didn't stay that way for long. Optimus managed to free himself from the pile with both his blaster and his blade. He turned and saw that Ratchet was pinned down by the enemy. And wasn't doing so well in fighting back. So Optimus decided to help his old friend. He grabbed one possessed Cybertronian in each of his hands and simply tossed them aside like after smashing the two together and actually turning them into scrap metal. Once they were taken care of, Optimus helped Ratchet to his feet. Ratchet's earlier obversation was becoming clear. The two Autobots were slowly losing their strength the longer they exposed themselves to the Dark Energon that surrounded them.

"After all these years, Optimus, still at the top of your game?" Megatron tormented as Ratchet and Optimus prepared for another attack, "My legion, FINISH THEM!"

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In one of the main computer rooms on the ship, the Decepticons heard banging coming from outside. Once one of the Vehicons opened the door, he was shot in the chest by a blaster from the Autobots. In a matter of moments, Arcee, Firestorm, Primrose, Bulkhead and Bumblebee had taken care of the Vehicons inside. Outside, Jack, Paige, Miko and Raf waited for the all-clear.

"All clear," Arcee proclaimed.

Once they heard the all-clear, the four friends immediately ran into the computer room.

"Wait here," Arcee instructed, earning bleeps in objection from Bumblebee, "They're slowing us down and easy targets. They'll be alright in here as long as they stay put."

The five Autobots ran out of the computer room. Once they were clear, the doors shut and locked themselves.

"Man, that was intense," Miko said, placing her hands on her hips. "Was?" Raf repeated.

"It's your fault that we're stuck in this intensity," Jack hissed, "what were you thinking Miko!?"

"Did I ask you to follow me?" Miko demanded. "You wanted us to be in a band," Jack said, "doesn't that usually mean staying together?"

"Well maybe I decided to go solo," Miko said. "Well maybe I have some concern for your safety," Jack said.

"Oh I'm sorry, is your name Optimus!?" Miko snapped, "You can leave my safety to Bulkhead, thank you very much." "Stop it! Both of you!" Raf said as he hurried away. Paige frowned at Jack and Miko before she walked after Raf.

Paige sat down beside Raf as Miko and Jack came over. "Hey, Raf, everything will be okay," Jack said.

"Yeah, the bots will protect us and come back," Miko said gently. "How do you know?" Raf murmured sadly.

Paige's eyes saddened and she looked towards a screen. She tilted her head, "hey, Raf? What do you make of that?"

Raf lifted his head and saw the screen. "It's important," he said, standing up, "really important."

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Blaster shots sounded outside the cell. Starscream, now infuriated with Agent Fowler's constant oblivion and drowsiness, turned to said agent. "Wake up, you pathetic lump of flesh!" He snapped angrily.

Fowler drowsily lifted his head, muttering incoherent words before his head drooped. Starscream growled in frustration and he turned to a Vehicon trooper who stood in the doorway.

"Well?" He demanded. Instead of answering, the trooper fell to the floor dead and Bulkhead, Firestorm and Bumblebee aimed their blasters at Starscream who aimed his blaster at Starscream.

"Not so fast!" The Seeker growled, only for something to tap on his helm and he looked up to see Arcee aiming her blaster at him as she stood on a shaft. Primrose aimed her blaster at Starscream, "I wouldn't."

"Oh but I might," Starscream smirked.

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"We gotta get this to Optimus," Raf said. "How do you know it isn't just a recipe for space nachos?" Miko asked, earning a weird look from Paige.

"I know math when I see it," Raf said, "and that is one serious equation." "Can you download it?" Jack asked.

"I've got a flash drive," Raf said as he dug it out of his backpack, "But I don't see anywhere to plug it in. This tech is way alien."

Paige looked around before she heard pedesteps and turned to see a Vehicon. "Guys," she whispered harshly, "we need to hide. Now!"

The kids quickly hurried away to a dark corner. Raf skidded to a halt and he looked to see his backpack. He quickly hurried to it and picked it up. The Vehicon saw him and aimed his blaster at the boy. Raf yelped, his eyes widening in fear. Paige hurried to Raf and quickly shielded him.

Unbeknownst to her, the markings on her body glowed dimly. A large black wolf leapt at the Vehicon and tackled him. "Miko, take a picture!" Paige said.

"Gotcha! Hey, you!" Miko shouted. The wolf and the vehicon glanced at her and she took a picture. "Not of that! Of that!" Jack exclaimed, pointing to the screen. The vehicon punched at the wolf only to scream as the wolf clawed and bit at him.

"Oh," Miko said before she took another picture- of the screen this time. "Let's go!" Paige said as she helped Raf to his feet and the four kids hurried out of the room.

The wolf watched the kids go. The lights flickered on and off and the wolf was out of sight, leaving a dead Vehicon in the room. The Autobots drove over to their charges who immediately got in. "I told you to stay put," Arcee said sternly before she and the other Autobots drove away.

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Meanwhile, Optimus and Ratchet were still battling Megatron's undead army of Cybertronians. Optimus had found his way through the undead and glared up at Megatron.

"Bravo Optimus," Megatron said, impressed, "but this is just a prelude. You may wish to save your strength for the main event."

"You will not prevail, Megatron," Optimus said, "not while energon still runs through my veins." "Fitting, for it is Dark Energon which flows through mine," Megatron said with a grin.

Optimus swung his fist at him only for the Decepticon leader to dodge it before he transformed into his aerial form and flew up into the air, avoiding the blaster shots flying from Optimus' blaster. The Prime stopped firing and he transformed his blaster back into his servo.

"If this wasn't Megatron's endgame... then what is?" Ratchet asked although he was afraid to find out.

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Back at the Autobot base, the Autobots and humans were recovering from the events. "What happened to you guys anyway?" Miko asked worriedly.

"We engaged an army of undead Cybertronian warriors," Ratchet said. "Zombies? You fought zombies and I missed it?" Miko asked with a pout. "We were on a God forsaken warship and that's what you're mad about?" Paige asked as she gave her friend a blank look.

"Bulkhead, Primrose, you exceeded extremely poor judgement in allowing the humans to accompany you," Optimus said sternly. "It won't happen again, Optimus," Bulkhead sighed. "We promise," Primrose said, looking away.

"But it wasn't Primrose or Bulkhead's fault," Miko said immediately. "Miko, please," Bulkhead whispered, giving his charge a pleading glance. The girl pulled out her phone and showed it to the Prime, "and check it out. Recon."

Optimus looked at the picture on Miko's phone before he looked to Ratchet, "Ratchet, take a look. It could be of importance to Megatron."

"Wait, Megatron's back? Th-that's really bad news right?" Jack asked nervously. "Apparently," Firestorm said. Ratchet looked at the picture on Miko's phone before a look of confusion came across his faceplates. "I don't understand," the medic said, confused. Confused herself, Miko turned her phone to take a look, "whoops. That's the con who tried to blow Paige and Raf away. At least that's what he looked before that wolf appeared out of nowhere and rearranged his grill."

"A wolf? What wolf?" Primrose asked, confused. "Miko... Raf and Paige were almost killed," Jack said angrily, "this isn't a game! When are you gonna get that through your thick skull?!"

"Um, we were all almost killed Jack," Miko shot back, annoyed, "you, me, Raf, Paige- even them!" "Well, if this was just an average day with the Autobots then I don't wanna be a part of it, not anymore," Jack snapped.

"Jack, putting you in harm's way was never our intent. However It is no longer the safety of you four that is at risk but the safety of all human kind. We will respect your decision if you wish to leave," Optimus said.

The sound of the ground bridge opening caught everyone's attention as Ratchet had activated the coordinates. "No point in long goodbyes, here's the door," he said. Paige frowned as Jack turned to her and Raf, "come on,guys."

Raf glanced over at Bumblebee who lowered his helm. Raf looked back at Jack, "I'll be okay Jack. See you at school." "Sure thing," Jack said.

"I'll go home by myself," Paige said to the boy, "I need... some time." Jack nodded to her before he walked downstairs. He stopped when Arcee stepped up to him. He gave a small smile, "I know. You don't exist."

"Don't make me hunt you down," Arcee said playfully but her smile faded as Jack disappeared through the ground bridge.

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"Please Lord Megatron, I meant no-aahhhhhh!" Starscream shouted when Megatron hit him right in the face causing sparks to fly. Megatron clenched his fist with a dark growl.

"I ordered you to await my command." Megatron shouted and hit Starscream yet again, making him to fly across the room. "Instead your mindless agenda resulting in the disabling of my ship and the delay of my plans!" Megatron roared as he advanced towards the seeker. He flung himself back and started to crawl away as Megatron continued forward.

"My intentions were pure master. I only wanted you to be rid of Optimus." He pleaded. Echo flinched when Megatron stomped his large pede down on Starscream's chestplates and helm, causing him to scream and creating more sparks.

"No one rids me of Optimus Prime, but me. Do you understand? Do you?!" Megtron shouted and pressed his pede further into Starscream's metal.

"Lord Megatron I will make things right I swear. I know how to set your plans back on course." Starscream pleaded before he gasped in relief when Megatron released the pressure, only to grab his throat. "Explain Starscream. Quickly," he growled.

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Back at the Darby residence, Jack was fixing his bike. He was surprised to hear the sound of engines as Bulkhead drove up to his driveway. He wasn't surprised to see Miko hop out of her guardian's vehicle form and she walked into the ground bridge.

"Now I understand why you had to rush home," Miko said. "Don't you have something more exciting to do?" Jack asked.

"So, this is where you hang, huh? Back home in Tokyo, I have loving parents and two purebred cats, Chi Chi and Ding Dong. I went to the best school, took piano lessons since I was three," Miko recalled her past life in sadness and happiness at the same time.

"How nice for you," Jack sighed uninterestingly.

"No! How boring!" Miko corrected, causing Jack to look at her in surprise and interest in what she had to say, "It wasn't me. Why do you think I jumped at the chance to transfer here?"

"To Jasper, Nevada? The entertainment capital of the world?" Jack scoffed in disbelief.

"Yeah, well, the brochere lied. Piano lessons were starting to look pretty good in fact," Miko remarked before saying on a lighter note, "And then, the last couple of days happened."

"Do you have a point?" Jack asked impatiently.

"You bet! I saw what you did today. When you saved Raf and Paige. When you came to save me!" Miko said.

"I was raised to be responsible. To my schoolwork, to my mum, my best friend, my job!" Jack explained bitterly as he placed the wheel back on his bike.

"Dude, hear me out!" Miko begged him, "You're no fry cook! You're a rock star! Stop trying to pretend you're normal, Jack. You'll never fit in. You were born to do so much more."

"Thanks, Miko. But I think normal suits me fine," Jack sighed. Miko sighed softly before she turned and walked out of the garage and over to Bulkhead. Jack stood still for a moment as he listened to Bulkhead drive away. He sighed softly and looked back over his shoulder.

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Paige sat on the windowsill, staring at the starlit sky and the moon. It was her favorite time of night. She pulled her knees to her chest as she thought of Jack's words. She hadn't seen him so angry and scared before. It almost made her more than anxious.

The news of Megatron being back made her terrified more than anything. She closed her eyes tightly. Her markings started glowing brightly, almost as bright as the moon.

"Paigey?" She jumped and looked to the door as her mom walked into the room. "H-hi Mom," she said quietly. Tasha sat down and hugged her daughter close, gently running her fingers through her hair.

Paige buried her face into her chest, slowly calming down, listening to her mom's heartbeat. 'What adventures did you go on today, love bug?' Tasha thought curiously and worriedly.

Paige smiled sleepily as she climbed into her bed and pulled the covers over her. Tasha kissed her forehead, "night, baby."

"Night Mama," Paige said with a tired smile as she slowly fell asleep. Tasha smiled softly before she looked at the window with a frown. The markings on her body glowed a deep blue and her eyes narrowed as they flashed blue.

She walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

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"It can't be!" Ratchet gasped, "Optimus, these are engineering specs for a Space Time Vortex Generator!"

"Megatron is building a Space Bridge. If he hasn't already," Firestorm said gravely.

"The sooner he leaves, the better," Bulkhead remarked as he and Bumblebee approached them.

"Bulkhead, a Space Bridge runs in two directions. Megatron may not be using it to leave Earth. But to bring through his conquoring army," Optimus proclaimed gravely.

"The main event Megatron referred to. But the only place Megatron could possibly recruit that many fallen soldiers is...," Ratchet trailed off as it all dawned on him.

"Precisely," Optimus agreed before finally voicing it aloud, "Cybertron..."

#fanfiction #transformers prime #self insert #the girl among the gods

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spacecadetcity · 4 years ago

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is it gay to call a robot gorgeous? please respond.

word count: 2,167 prompt: #33. docs: (may be easier to read). sunny (oc)/sunstreaker

if sunny went back in time to about a year and a half ago and told himself that she was going to not only meet the giant robots he insisted existed, but that he would move in with them, and then also fall in love with one, his past self would not only believe him, but would also possibly explode.

“..which would of course start off a chain reaction of paradoxes- paradoxes? paradoxi? a chain reaction that would cause an endless loop where because i go back in time, past me explodes, which means that i don’t go back in time to tell myself, which means that i don’t explode, which means…”

“hey, sunstreaker. think your human broke. it just started rambling to itself.” a metallic voice called out, snapping sunny from his self-created trance. of course. he stared over at the bot that had spoken up, trying to recall the name.

red face, white helm- two little wings that poked out over his shoulders and helped increase speed in vehicle mode, mostly blue and gray. tracks?

“not my human, tracks. besides, you’re one to speak. how about that kid, raoul?” was the given response.

tracks huffed, “what, and let him waste his mechanical talents elsewhere? if the kid wants a mentor, i should say i am the best suited.” tracks stormed out of the rec room, and sunny snickered.

“what were you mumbling about anyway? more nonsense?” sunstreaker walked over to the counter where sunny stood, holding a hand out for the human to step on. sunny sat on the hand for a moment, taking care to toss her sneakers off and dump them in the backpack he carried around. the golden mech was notoriously picky about his appearance, and it had taken sunny less than a day to figure out the quickest way to gain sunstreakers favor was to make sure he would never dirty the bot.

she swapped his socks as well, and then carefully stood on the hand with fresh socks. he was rewarded with a small smile- just a quirk upwards, really- and sunny beamed.

“thinking about the eternal paradox that i’m guessing i escaped. where are we going?” sunny held on to a digit with one hand to keep his balance as the autobot left the room and headed down one of the halls. the other hand held tight to his red ‘visor’, special glasses that he never went without.

“outside. i’ve got no duties, and there was…” sunstreaker continued speaking, but sunny’s mind drifted as they made their way through the halls. though he had questioned the yellow-orange color for the ship originally, sunny found that it often reflected onto the bots paint. for sunstreaker, it turned his already beautiful golden-yellow paint into a metal sunset of orange and yellow.

a finger poked her in his side, breaking him of her thoughts.

“hey. sunstreaker to sunny. did you hear anything i said?”

sunny gazed up at the mech with a sheepish look on her face, “sorry. was thinking about how pretty it is when the orange reflects off your paint.”

sunstreaker stared at her for a few moments before starting to walk again, a low whirring in the background. it took a few minutes for sunny to realize that it was the mechs’ fans, and that he wasn’t walking just because he wanted to get out faster. sunny, a simple human, had flustered sunstreaker. an autobot. the prettiest autobot, though tracks would grumble and beg to differ.

quickly, sunny fished his phone from one of his pant pockets and opened the browser app up. she scrolled through the open tabs quickly until he found what he was looking for, quickly typing a message up and posting it before putting her phone away. they were almost outside, sunstreaker having stopped by the door to have a quick conversation with the night guard.

white-green face, green helm, had a big missile on the side, pretty sure he was a jeep. hound, sunny mused to himself, pretty sure this one was hound. he was distracted from their conversation by the buzzing of his phone. the notification was from the post he had made earlier, and he eagerly opened it back up.

>aliens dm me asked in cars & transportation 10 minutes ago:

is it gay to look at a giant robot walking in the halls of an orange ship and think that it's gorgeous how the orange reflects onto his yellow paint and becomes a moving sunset or..

>rt.66bossdriver replied 1 minute ago:

this is a thread about car paint jobs, please stop posting here. this is the fifth time. we will ban you next time.

sunny frowned, leaving a thumbs down on the answer and opened a messaging app instead. it opened into one of his most visited chat groups, but she spent no time in it, instead choosing to close it and scroll through his few direct contacts until he came across the one he wanted.

sunnybunnyhoney today at 12:32 am

york my fucking heart is broken

york they’re going to ban me from the forum if i ask about being gay again :(

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newnewyorkyork today at 12:33 am

bro that is supremely unsexy. i will thumb down them. sending u bro kisses

sunnybunnyhoney is typing…

sunnybunnyhoney today at 12:33 am

:pleading_face:

york i am asking skyfire to pick you up so we can double date

sunnybunnyhoney today at 12:34 am

sunstreaker has a twin :flushed:

this base is full of single bots i promise you there is at least one dilf

there’s also a jeep who is a total nice dude in like

the cute college nature frat boy way

newnewyorkyork is typing…

newnewyorkyork today at 12:36 am

:flushed: :flushed:

love how u knew i would be up at three am <3 <3 <3

sunnybunnyhoney is typing…

sunnybunnyhoney today at 12:337am

bold of you to think i know time zones <3 <3 <3

oh fuck my beautiful sunstreaker is done talking to hound

hound is the nature frat boy i’ll slip him your number

gotta go <3 <3

newnewyorkyork is typing…

newnewyorkyork today at 12:39 am

you get yor fucking robot!!!

sending u sexy vibes!!!

sunny grinned at the last message, and quickly pulled his backpack off and dug around until she found what she was looking for- a king-sized marker and a large cardstock sketchbook. quickly, he scribbled yorks’ number down and folded the paper into a sloppy airplane, tossing it in hounds direction. as sunstreaker turned the corner, sunny caught a glimpse of hound holding the cardstock, looking confused.

“so what are we up to? a thrilling late night drive?” sunny asked as the two stepped away from the base, walking until the dirt road finally met with the pavement of a road that had been closed off to give the large bots some privacy and ensure they wouldn’t squish any stray humans.

“don’t move after i put you down. i don’t want any dirt or anything like that in my interior,” sunstreaker warned, laying his hand down flat so the human could carefully get off. the ground rumbled under sunny’s feet as sunstreaker took a few steps back and transformed, rolling up close so he could get in without having to walk.

sunny sat on the edge of the seat, carefully brushing her socks off before turning and sitting back in the seat, the door closing behind her and the seatbelt buckled her in. sunny disguised her amusement at the caution sunstreaker took by taking his special visor off for a moment, and using his shirt to pretend to clean them.

“are you gonna tell me where we’re off to yet? or is it a surprise?”

“it’s a surprise, so shut it. take a nap or something, we got about forty minutes of drive ahead of us, unless some cop gets pissy,” sunny could imagine sunstreaker rolling his eyes- his optics- in annoyance, “i’ll just say it’s some autobot business.”

sunstreaker fell silent after that, and the only sound between them was the ambience of the drive. it didn’t take long for the yellow lamborghini to rise above the speed limit, but the drive stayed smooth. sunny dozed off shortly after they started, waking up for a moment when sunstreaker jerked to the side and swore something under his breath. drowsily, sunny mumbled something about cybertronian sounding cool as fuck before he fell back into a light doze.

“we’re here, wake up,” sunny blinked awake to the sound of sunstreakers’ voice and rubbed his eyes. it was still dark out, though the area was illuminated by a set of tall street lamps. carefully putting her outside sneakers on, sunny stepped out of sunstreaker’s interior and looked around the small parking lot. it was empty apart from them, likely due to the time.

“we’ve got a short walk before we get where i want to be. stay close, i don’t want to have to hunt you down in the dark,” sunstreaker spoke moments before he transformed. sunny watched, transfixed as always, as the brilliantly yellow vehicle shifted and changed until he was standing at around twenty feet tall- almost three times sunnys’ size. without waiting for an answer, he started off to the side, following a path that sunny hadn’t realized was there.

she followed after him, not particularly bothered by his blunt demeanor. all it really meant was that sunstreaker didn’t want him wandering off and getting lost, at least not without the autobot having an idea of where she was. silently, the pair continued on the path until the forest started to thin out into an open field on a large hill

the scene was breath-taking. sunny could see the shape of mount hood farther off, lit up by the moonlight. it shone brightly down on the landscape below the hill as well, lighting up the pine trees that scattered around. the sky itself though, was almost indescribable. it looked so vast and deep that sunny truly felt small for a moment, caught up in the cold dots in the sky.

“come sit over here with me. hound was going on and on about this stargazing spot, thought maybe i’d like to take you,” sunstreaker had settled onto the grass nearby, and once sunny had come closer, the yellow bot lifted him onto his shoulder.

both were quiet for several more moments, faces turned upwards to see the sky. having grown up in new york, it always blew sunny away at just how many stars there were, or how the pictures that one would find on the internet weren’t always doctored. places with less light pollution just looked like that. sunny turned to make a comment to sunstreaker, and found his breath taken away yet again.

sunstreaker noticed him staring at him rather than the sky, and the autobot looked at him from the corner of his optic- sunny loved that work- silently asking what the human was looking at.

“s-sorry it’s just.. it’s like the moon has come at the perfect time to highlight your face just right- it starts at the tip of your nose and just brings all your other features out. it’s like…” sunny struggled with his words a moment, unsure of how to phrase it for a human let alone a robot from another planet, “it’s like your face is effortlessly working with the moon?”

it was silent between the two of them for a few moments, and sunny worried he had said something wrong, had upset the beautiful mech. instead, sunstreaker’s lip quirked upwards in a small smile, and he carefully brought up a finger to pat the human on the head.

“well, you don’t look so bad yourself, squish. trying to boost my ego even more with these compliments?” sunstreaker replied before turning his gaze back to the sky, sunny doing the same. they stayed there for a few more hours, until the sky started to lighten and the stars faded.

content with where he was, sunny had started to doze off. briefly, he woke to sunstreaker returning to his alt mode in the parking lot and coaxing the mostly asleep human into his interior. the ride back to base went by in a matter of seconds, and sunny only struggled back to wakefulness as sunstreaker carefully wrapped him up in a large blanket they kept for him.

“ go back to sleep, sweetspark,” there was a tenderness in his voice that sunny didn’t often hear, and he hummed sleepily in response. he rolled over in his wrap, and felt a large metal finger ghost along his side before retreating.

when he woke and asked if the mech had carefully placed a kiss on his face the next day, sunstreaker denied it, though the soft look in his eyes gave it away. it was a look reserved for sunny and sunny alone- not a look when any other mechs were around.

#taylor made this #no shame :).#don't be an ass though. don't like oc pairings with canon characters? just move on.

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the-odd-job · 4 years ago

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Up in Flames chapter 10 - A Feeling Game (Ashes Part 2)

Warnings: Major Character Death, Chose Not to Use Category: Other Fandom: Transformers Relationships: Megatron/Sunstreaker, Megatron/Sideswipe, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Megatron, Hook Additional Tags: Dubcon, Mechpreg, Sticky Words: 4293

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At first it was only when he was emoting particularly strongly that he could feel it. Thrill, anger, joy… Those made it react and rouse to pay attention. He… Didn’t dislike the feeling, that sensation of being even less alone in his own frame than he already was by virtue of sharing his spark with Sideswipe. Sideswipe was always present in his every thought and action.

The sparklet wasn’t, not yet, but it was big and strong enough to make itself known with enough oomph from his own spark.

Hook said it would be good for its development and growth to excite it—encourage it to respond to his emotions and start creating ones of its own. The medic also made note of the fact his carrier protocols had indeed activated, although in the mess of Sunstreaker’s helm, Hook couldn’t make heads or tails of how much and what they were actually affecting. Were they even working as they were supposed to?

Ratchet likely would’ve known.

But rousing the sparklet to aid in its growth… That Sunstreaker could do. Out of the strong enough emotions that accomplished the task, thrill was the easiest to get. Anger, too, but anger left everyone around him bloody.

Thrill was considerably safer. He spent time in the training room, fighting mecha or groups of mecha that could genuinely challenge him. That was thrill, to give it most of you, without the certainty that it would be enough. Sunstreaker wasn’t quite sure if he should be surprised or not that many a ‘Con volunteered for that excitement method. It got them beat up, but then again, it was also a chance to beat Sunstreaker up, and he was sure there were some grudges held from how many times he and Sideswipe had made these mecha regret existing, as much as those didn’t rise to the surface too often—safer for them that way, anyhow. Why would they give up the chance for a little payback?

The sparkling very much enjoyed that, both the times he won, and the times he lost, and oh, but it loved the process to either outcome. He wasn’t sure how much of what was happening it understood, how much his spark was feeding it information of what his frame was experiencing, but however much it was… The end result was that the sparklet all but bounced in its rotation, pulsing and flaring in response to every flicker of emotion in his own spark. The pain and disgruntlement of a hit received, the satisfaction of a hit landed, the exhilaration of dodging an attack with not an inch to spare… Weapons, no weapons. Dents, torn plating, blood.

It was what Sunstreaker lived for, and it looked like the little one was taking after him a little bit there.

But it wasn’t the only thing he could do to get it to respond. There were some Seekers crazy enough to let Sideswipe and him on their backs, and those were chances for what could only really be called aerial acrobatics. It wasn’t jet judo if you weren’t tearing someone’s wings off, but there was plenty of holding onto Seekers, jumping off of them, freefalling, landing either on another Seeker, into his brother’s arms, or the very hard ground.

That was thrill too, what with the tiny margin for error and the painful punishment when you failed. The closest act he could use to describe what the sparkling pulsed at him then, was laughter.

And sometimes he got the distinct feeling it was laughing at him for hitting the ground a little too hard and rattling his entire substructure, his spark in its chamber included. Little bastard.

Then there was Megatron, too. The fact the damn mech excited him hadn’t changed at all. He made his spark rotate too fast, fragging teased him just by existing, and pits, when he got the tyrant’s attention, little else continued to matter. What they did wasn’t illicit anymore. He wasn’t an Autobot fraternizing with the enemy. He was just Sunstreaker in rather heated relations with Megatron. There was no side he belonged to, just one warlord that really had more of an effect on him than was even slagging fair.

It never changed that Megatron was stellar in berth. Neither did it ever change that Sunstreaker denied him every step of the way, only for Megatron to ignore all of that and do what he willed.

And it never stopped driving Sunstreaker higher than he’d ever been in his goddamn life. The strength Megatron possessed… Both frame and mind, the tyrant was power personified, and quite often Sunstreaker became the target of that mech.

His frame never complained about it, no matter how he ran his vocalizer. Neither did his spark ever complain even if Megatron was sometimes infuriating enough to earn genuine flares of anger.

“Let the slag go of me or so help me I’ll gouge your fragging optics out,” Sunstreaker snarled, pulling on his arm, only to the effect of Megatron tightening his hold and bending it further behind his back. The groan that rose from the twin’s vocalizer wasn’t one of pleasure despite that roaring through his frame. It was just pain, the strain on his shoulder far beyond comfort.

But that only fanned the flames and the air his vents blasted ran even hotter. It helped none that Megatron was bending over him, the heat from his frame blanketing Sunstreaker and denying him cool air. It helped even less that Megatron was far from done with him, his spike hammering deep into his valve in a steady rhythm that set his sensors ablaze, sore shoulder or not.

Sunstreaker buried his face into the berth, shuddering from pleasure and pain both until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. He grit his denta from the low level damage warnings his shoulder was sending him, but he also ground them from a harsh thrust that hit the nodes at the very ceiling of his valve and sent a zap of ecstasy through his frame.

Damn Megatron was always doing this to him. It didn’t matter how many times or how many ways, the fragging just blew his mind every time. You’d have thought he’d be getting used to it by now, but was there any getting used to the way Megatron pounded into him like no one else had before him? Not even the miners or the other gladiators he’d ‘faced back in the day had managed what Megatron managed.

And also, none of them had started a revolution or led the way through a bloody war that followed.

...Yeah, he wasn’t going to get used to this anytime soon.

“Can you feel it?” Megatron growled in his audial, sending another shiver down his spine. Sunstreaker didn’t need to ask what he was referring to. The it was curiously following the swell and bloom of his spark as pleasure and aggravation swamped him, warring for which one would get to be the one to direct his actions.

“Yes,” he hissed back. As per usual, when he was in this position.

“What is it feeling?” Megatron asked next, pressing him more firmly into the berth to lay into him with even greater strength ahead of his overload.

Which was all well and good because Sunstreaker had been holding back his own release for the last while, out of sheer spite. He didn’t want to give Megatron the fragging satisfaction.

But it was getting really hard to do that and his frame was screaming for some deliverance.

“Enjoying itself,” Sunstreaker managed to groan out. And that was exactly what the sparklet was doing right then. He, again, got the distinct feeling that the damn thing was laughing at him and his many conflicting emotions, while curiously basking in the euphoria that was muddling everything else. Strong emotions, positive emotions—well, mostly, aside from his well deserved irritation—much like the ones it toyed with when he sparred or fell all over the skies. He was feeling, it was feeling in response to his feeling–

And Megatron rumbled above him, apparently amused just like the sparklet. Right. That was probably where it had gotten that from.

Then Megatron slammed in one more time, and Sunstreaker couldn’t fragging take it anymore, charge exploding in his frame to a scream he luckily managed to largely muffle against the berth top. His spark flared and the sparkling bobbed on the tide of the ocean deep satiation that followed, pulsing more of that I like this, this is funny at him, like it did every time else that he managed to call its little emotions forward, regardless of how he did it—at least because all of those had been positive experiences, so far.

From his focus on it he barely noticed Megatron coming himself before his valve registered the pulses of his transfluid and more charge hit him, sending him straight into another screaming fit as his frame decided now would be the perfect time to overload a second time. He felt a bit strutless on the other side. Megatron, not so much. His pace picked back up and Sunstreaker groaned into the berth as pleasure and charge began to build in him all over again.

The tyrant would absolutely have lost his optics if Sunstreaker had had any energy left in him by the end of it. Definitely self defense on Megatron’s part. Just frag him silly to the goddamn point where he couldn’t do shit anymore!

Yeah, definitely self defense.

Sunstreaker gave Megatron’s back the middle finger when the warlord simply walked off and out of the room, leaving him leaking all manner of fluids on the berth.

And the sparkling all but cackled. If only he could’ve flipped it off too.

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His hard work paid off before too long. It started with the sparklet just needing less stimulus to start harassing him, until eventually it showed its awareness almost constantly, and then fully constantly, becoming a companion as steady as Sideswipe. It was quick to feel and quick to respond to everything his spark passed to it, bouncing on his highs and deflating at his lows.

It was a strange feeling, as much as he’d had the time to get used to it through the gradual process that had led to this stage. It wasn’t quite the same as it was with Sideswipe. Unlike him and Sideswipe, the sparkling had a will of its own. Its emotions didn’t always make sense to him, like Sideswipe’s did.

It was becoming its own little being separate from him, something he and Sideswipe just could never be.

But its progress heralded some other things too. The fact it would eventually need a frame, for one.

Megatron was present this time around too, curious over the sparkling’s development. Sunstreaker idly swung his legs, sitting on the edge of one of the berths in Hook’s repair bay, as the somewhat medic scanned him like he did regularly at this point. Sideswipe was hanging off to the side too, trying to combat his boredom. Sunstreaker couldn’t disagree that this was getting kinda old.

“The sparkling is growing as it should,” Hook said like he said every damn time. And just as often he commented on it being strong for its age. But come on, look who had made it! Sunstreaker didn’t kid himself into thinking his and Sideswipe’s spark wasn’t powerful; they would’ve never survived its splitting if it wasn’t. And there was no questioning or denying Megatron’s strength.

Put those two together and of course you were going to get something that was also strong.

But then there was a deviation from the norm that had both of the twins focusing back on the present right away. “We’ll have to use protoform mass for its frame. Now’s about the time to start with that.”

“What?” Sunstreaker snarled, straightening just like Sideswipe. Sunstreaker glared at Hook, but Sideswipe’s optics were drawn to Megatron. The tyrant didn’t look surprised.

“Why can’t its frame just be built?” he asked, trying and utterly failing at keeping himself from being all growly.

Hook wasn’t perturbed, though, but it was Megatron who answered. Sunstreaker’s optics snapped to him when the warlord spoke up, “Only Shockwave has the necessary skill to build frames from scratch, and he has more important things to do.”

Important? “More important than your goddamn sparkling?” That came out as a total growl too. Well, everyone could just deal with it.

Megatron narrowed his optics at him. “When there is a perfectly functional alternative method, yes.”

“Oh fucking lovely,” Sunstreaker groaned, dragging both of his servos down his face. He should’ve seen this coming, honestly, instead of just living in the ignorant, happy expectation that they’d just build its frame externally.

“Naturally I want to contribute to the sparkling’s code as much as plausible,” Megatron continued, and Sunstreaker parted his digits enough to glower at him before dropping his servos from his face entirely.

“Of course you do,” he muttered ahead of raising his volume back to normal levels, “What, mine not good enough?”

Sideswipe became the next target of his glare when his brother outright laughed. “You’re a glitched mess!”

“Is he any fragging better?” Sunstreaker snarled, gesturing at Megatron. Neither of them was exactly the perfect picture of normalcy, were they?

Granted, Sunstreaker was probably the worse off between the two of them. He didn’t know of any actual glitches Megatron would have had and could only guess towards the kind of weirdness a life like his could have twisted his coding into.

Meanwhile it was very well known Sunstreaker was irreparably insane and long ways from what he would’ve been if his programming had functioned at all like it should’ve.

“It will be even better with the influence of both of us,” Megatron snarled at him, and… Well, yeah, Megatron was a mech beyond formidable. So was Sunstreaker, but if you combined what made the two of them great, spark and frame both?

Why did the slagging mech need to have a perfectly valid point? “I hate you,” he grumbled, just so no one forgot that little fact.

“Do that as much as you please,” Megatron responded, rolling his optics. “I don’t think it needs to be said you’ll interface with no one else.”

Ah yes, all the plentiful fragging in his future thanks to this, that he was only supposed to do with Megatron because Megatron was a possessive ass bastard that apparently wanted to keep the sparkling just between them? “And if I do?” Sunstreaker asked, because slag if that wasn’t one tempting thought. Just to rub it in the tyrant’s face. It was still his damn frame, wasn’t it? His right to choose what he did with it?

Except for all the times Megatron had said he wouldn’t allow him to do just whatever he wanted while he was still carrying.

He got a glare for his trouble, one of those really dark ones that sent a shiver down even Sunstreaker’s spine. And… That was probably all the answer anyone would need. Megatron didn’t need to make verbal threats to be threatening.

If he got off with just a hardcore physical beating if he pulled a stunt like that, he could probably count himself infinitely lucky.

Not that he was in a hurry to interface with anyone else for any other reason than to spite the warlord. The fragging with Megatron was perfectly satisfactory and he really didn’t think there was anyone out there who could’ve made it better. So, he’d be looking for something that might not even exist.

Hook cleared his vocalizer. “Are we in an agreement now?”

Sunstreaker glared at Megatron for a moment longer before he turned to glare at the opposite wall instead. Megatron was the one who answered with a firm, “We are.”

Fragger. He’d get what was coming for him one day still, and that would be delivered by Sunstreaker.

“Then, if you’d lay back for me, Sunstreaker,” Hook instructed, sounding and looking more than a little disinterested in their squabbling. Sideswipe came closer, curious over the process.

Sunstreaker blasted a round of very aggravated air from his vents before he did as he was told, lifted his pedes onto the berth and laid down on it. Hook disappeared for a very short while before he returned with a container of something. Couldn’t be anything other than the protoform mass.

The Constructicon set it aside but within reach and plugged into the medical port at the back of Sunstreaker’s helm. Sunstreaker followed the path he took as he shifted through his transformation commands until he found all of the right ones.

First came a familiar sequence. His chestplates were triggered to open, baring his internals, and that was that.

Then came the unfamiliar. “I’ll expand your gestation chamber now,” Hook said, and that was all the warning he got before the medic did just that. The many parts in his chassis shifted around in a way he hadn’t even thought possible, creating an empty space right below his spark chamber. On a strictly impersonal level he’d always known his gestation chamber was there, bunched into a tiny ball to take up as little space as possible when it wasn’t in use.

But knowing and experiencing were two very different things, and now he got to experience just what it felt like to put that component in use. He could feel it flexing as it was provided with more room, before it unfurled entirely and used up all of the space available to it, pressing against his other internals rather uncomfortably. Megatron moved closer too, staring into his chassis the same way Sideswipe did, and Sunstreaker glared at the tyrant some more for good measure. If it wasn’t for him he wouldn’t have needed to know what the slag coding a protoform with his own frame felt like.

He wasn’t sure that was really one of the things he would’ve wanted to learn about at any point.

Hook triggered one more transformation and the expanded gestation chamber opened. “Now I’ll insert the protoform mass itself,” Hook was nice enough to tell before he picked up the container he’d fetched and opened it. Sunstreaker looked with some level of distant horror as the medic began to carefully pour it into the open cavity that was his gestation chamber right then. It was like goop, mostly, at least from the looks of things.

Sideswipe would’ve really wanted to reach out and touch it, but refrained. Sunstreaker sympathized.

Hook was slow and cautious not to let any spill over to places the mass wasn’t supposed to go, but he filled his gestation chamber to the brim before he was satisfied. Once Sunstreaker could definitely feel the increased weight in him, the medic grew satisfied with the amount, and his gestation chamber was told to close. It did so, safely closing the protoform mass within itself. Hook briefly wiped a cloth over the surrounding area, as certain as Sunstreaker was that he hadn’t actually let anything spill, before his chestplates were prompted to close as well.

“That’s that,” Hook told him, unplugging from him and stepping back. Sunstreaker carefully pushed himself to sitting, and… It definitely took more effort than usual. Not horribly much so, but the added weight in his chassis was undeniable. “How do you feel?” the medic asked from him.

“Stuffed,” Sunstreaker replied honestly, bringing one of his servos to rub across his chestplates. The sparkling was prodding at him and at his disquiet while he tried to gather his bearings and get used to what he’d have to deal with for a while now.

“That feels weird,” Sideswipe commented, stepping forward to poke Sunstreaker’s chestplates. Not that there were any external signs of the whole thing, just the internal feeling of extremely uncomfortable fullness and weight.

“You’ll get used to it,” Hook dismissed all of that entirely, and wandered off not to be seen again, just like that.

And this was a thing now. Fucking swell.

“I will never forgive you for this,” Sunstreaker promised, shifting his optics from Hook’s retreat to Megatron. Annnnd glare.

The tyrant didn’t look too impressed. “I don’t need you to. Come.”

“Come where? Slag off.”

“My quarters,” Megatron growled at him, and snatched Sideswipe by the back of his neck. His brother yelped when he was dragged to the door, and out of it.

Sunstreaker suddenly found the motivation to get on his pedes, taking a few seconds to find his balance with his heavier chassis, and then jog after Megatron. “Hey! You fragging feces, let go of him!”

Megatron paid him absolutely no heed. They passed by a few ‘Cons on the tyrant’s march to his quarters, Sunstreaker fuming as he followed with some additional effort because Megatron did nothing to take their shorter stride into account. They got some pretty amused looks.

Megatron completely ignored those too, and so did Sunstreaker. Mostly. There might’ve been a few glares.

Sideswipe was unceremoniously tossed onto Megatron’s berth once they reached the warlord’s spacious quarters. Sunstreaker followed them into the room, intent on finding some way to punch the damned despot straight in his face despite having no way to reach him from the floor. He could get on the berth too though, couldn’t he? He’d reach him from there.

That was a plan, but he’d need to get on the berth first. Unfortunately approaching the berth also put him closer to Megatron, and although he didn’t quite go in grabbing range, the warlord was still fast to close the distance between them. Sunstreaker jerked to get out of the way, but not quickly enough, and what do you know, he ended up on the berth and swiftly pinned against it.

You know, because he hadn’t that enough of that already.

His cussing didn’t discourage Megatron one bit, like it hadn’t any time before either. Lovely shit. Sideswipe was grinning and completely unhelpful as Megatron pressed Sunstreaker down by the back of his neck, his hold heavy enough that there was no way he could’ve broken free from it.

He tried anyway.

As predicted, it didn’t work.

“Will you open for me, dear?” Megatron snarled at him, his other servo coming to the seams of his valve cover.

Sunstreaker growled right back and stubbornly kept the goddamn cover closed. Megatron gave him ample time to change his mind.

He didn’t.

The cover came off forcibly.

And like usual, it was Megatron’s digits first that stabbed into his valve, and like usual, they encountered quite more than little lubricant. He thrust them in and out until Sunstreaker was biting his denta together to silence his moans, his servos balling into fists and his whole damn frame responding to the tyrant just like it always did.

Frag the mech for turning him on every time. It was like all he needed to do was give him one look and his frame started to prepare itself.

Frag his frame for good measure.

That was just what was going to happen right now, wasn’t it? Megatron pulled his digits out and Sunstreaker’s hips twitched after them before he could stop himself, but soon after something considerably bigger nudged against the opening of his valve. “Let’s get started with this, shall we?” Megatron growled at him before shoving all the fragging way in, pulling a hoarse cry from Sunstreaker as the full length of his valve was suddenly spread wide open. Apparently the tyrant really was intent on leaving his mark on the sparkling’s future frame.

How many more times did that mean he’d be in this very same position, with Megatron quickly setting a pace that would’ve had lesser mecha begging for some mercy?

That only had Sunstreaker bite his glossa and still fail to stifle all of his moans?

Pits, he was looking forward to every last time of those. His vents opened to do their useless part in cooling his frame as Megatron pressed him tighter into the berth, bent over him, slagging abused him in all the best ways.

And Sunstreaker hitched his hips back into every thrust that left his aft sore, spreading his legs for better purchase and just for the moment lived for each entry into his frame, vile in their violence. This was interfacing, this was pleasure, and he wouldn’t have it any other way, not now, not ever when Megatron drove him to the crest of his overload and he fell headfirst into it, his vocalizer fritzing to nothing but static as the charge burst from his core with strength that left him aching. Megatron growled above him, possessive, when he reached his own overload and shot his transfluid into his valve—where it would be gathered and used by his frame to influence the sparklet’s to-be frame.

Megatron pulled out only to flip him over, pressing him into the berth by his throat this time before lifting his hips and striking back in, starting a pace that was no lesser than that of the round before. Sunstreaker bared his denta at him, the tyrant’s burning gaze bearing down on him—and him, meeting it, because he’d never shied away from it and he wasn’t planning to ever start with that. His engine revved, both of their engines did in whatever fragging melody of ever soaring pleasure as he was herded towards his next overload.

And more after that, for as long as it took to satisfy Megatron that he’d done his part of the day in contributing to the little one.

Off to the side, Sideswipe pulled out his gaming pad and streamed its sound directly into his audials.

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#transformers #maccadam #sunstreaker #sideswipe #megatron #hook #fic #2020 #up in flames #ashes #megasun

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jazz-miester · 5 years ago

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Enchanted

Paring: Jazz x cybertronian reader

Warnings: Suggestive themes. A little on the long side.

Song: SugarHouse- sugarhouse

An: This is based off of an old oc idea I had. I hope you all enjoy! This is way longer than most things I've written. Any feedback is welcome!

Smoke wafted and curled around the dimly light oil house. There was some bot croaking in the back. And when he said croaking he meant it. It was some young mech trying to sound older than he was.

Trying to achieve the same silky tone Jazz himself had mastered years before.

The place was run down. It was up well before the war. A well known joint in the little town. One Jazz had often found himself preforming in.

Memories of better times.

Back when brothers didn't turn on brothers. When creators and younglings weren't divided by something so stupid like Autobot and Deception.

Jazz took another shot of engex. The burning liquor lighting a fire all the way down.

The mech had finally finished and Jazz got a good look at him as he left back behind the stage.

A small kid. Light blue armour and a array of freckles spattered across his face. The way the kid carried himself. The way he swayed and tried to take up more room than he could told Jazz all he needed to know.

The femme a few seats away from him blew out a cloud of smoke and clicked at her cigarette before putting it out.

"And next up to the mic. Y/n! Our lovely lady of the night."

The femme uncrossed her long legs and retracted her mask and visor. She then grabbed her glass of energon as she got up and left.

Oh Primus.

Jazz couldn't help but watched as she left. Her swaying hips seemed to hypnotize him. Thick thighs catching the light oh so perfectly.

Jazz found himself turning around in his seat and leaning his back against the bar table. The mech behind the bar chuckled.

"Never seen y/n before?" Jazz shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his drink. Eyes trailing between the femme and to the mech he was talking to.

"Well you're in for a real treat. It's not often she preforms. And when she does. Well." At this point the mech had refilled Jazz's drink. "It's something your bound to never forget."

Jazz turned to focus his attention to the femme. Watching her as she quickly downed the last of her drink and setting off to the side.

The lights above her quickly dimmed down. The faintest traces of blue filtered through the thick smoke curling around her lips. Nimble hands adjusted the mic. Pulling it up further to match her hight.

"It's a pleasure to be back everyone. O know it's been a long while since I've been here." Jazz could feel his spark leap into his throat. She had the brightest eyes he had ever seen. Their deep color reflecting off of high cheeks and curved brows.

Her lips curled into a sly smile as she looked over the crowd. It turned into a full blown grin when her optics stopped on Jazz. She gave a wink and promptly when back to talking.

Oh she definitely had his attention now.

"Ready mechs?" Y/n asked the bots standing a little behind her.

"Give me some of that sugar baby

Give me some of that sugar

I don't want your wine or liquor baby

Sugar makes me feel better

Ah ooo"

Primus. Her voice came out sultry and sweet. She snapped her fingers together keeping a tempo before the band kicked in.

"His blue eyes and a candy smile

Ohh

he made me feel like I was just a little child"

Her gaze stayed on him for a few moments before looking over the rest of the crowd. Jazz swore in that moment that this femme had to be a siren. No one had any right being that entrancing.

"Stop me babe ohh won't you stay awhile

Ohh,

melting in his arms and knew that he was just my style"

She raised on arm over her helm. Smiling and dipping her knees towards the floor.

"Singing give me some of that sugar baby

Give me some of that sugar

Don't want your wine or liquor baby, Sugar makes me feel better

Give me some of that sugar baby

Give me some of that sugar

Take me to your sugarhouse

Let's find the sweetness together ah ooo"

At this point she was swaying in rhythm with the song. Her lips graze the microphone and Jazz had never felt himself wishing to be something else that badly before.

He knew he really should be feeling like this but, he really couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to run his hands gently up her thighs. Softly running his fingers through her seems and mouthing gentle kisses-

"Gummy lips,ohh just what I miss,

Unwrap me, like a hershey's kiss

I wanted to dance

but I fell to bits, ohh The sweetest moves I ever saw I never felt like this, singing

Give me some of that sugar baby,

Give me some of that sugar.

I don't want your wine or liquor babe Sugar makes me feel better

Give me some of that sugar baby

Give me some of that sugar "

He found himself quickly downing the rest of his engex. Savouring the smokey flavor as he made his was a little closer to the stage.

"Take me to your sugarhouse

Let's find the sweetness together ah ooo Ohh"

" I looked into his eyes & I fumbled inside

Sweeter than candyland I won't lie So, lets give it a go, and the sooner we'll know

ohh Taste my chocolate bunny baby, get into my flow!"

Her hips snapped side to side as she met the height of the song. Her eyes softly lidded as she licked her lips. Smiling when she noticed the mech of the evening coming closer to her stage.

"Give me some of that sugar baby

Give me some of that sugar

Don't want your wine or liquor babe sugar makes me feel better

Give me some of that sugar baby,

Give me some of that sugar

Take me to your sugarhouse,

Let's find the sweetness together

Give me some of that sugar baby,

Give me some of that sugar I don't want your wine or liquor babe, sugar makes me feel better

Give me some of that sugar baby Give me some of that sugar

Take me to your sugarhouse Let's find the sweetness together, ah ooo"

The room came to life as she finished. Mechs and femmes a like clapped, whistled, and hollered their compliments. Y/n merely grinned and made her way off of the stage. Picking up a glass of pink colored energon.

Glancing over her shoulder she curled her finger at Jazz before she downed her drink and made her way out the back.

In a manner most undignified of the head of spec ops he stumbled after her.

"I've never seen your face around her before mech." Y/n was leaning against the wall. A cigarette loosely held between her lips. She smiled and lit loose a flurry of smoke.

"What's your name?" He smiled.

"Jazz. It's finally nice to meet ya." He reached his hand out towards hers. Jazz noticed the way his hand engulfed hers. Setting a fire stirring deep within his chest.

"It's nice to finally see whose taken my place." Her eyes grew wide as she laughed.

"You're that Jazz! The one that. Oh that's just divine." Y/n's shoulders shook as she laughed.

"Primus. I thought I'd be the only good one there. No offense to the kid before me but. Ya know." Jazz grinned and reached up to cup the side of her face while retracting his visor.

His thumb swept just below her eye in pretense of wiping away a bit of dirt. Leaning against the wall with one shoulder he lit a cigarette of his own. Watching as her finger tips tapped against her cheek.

She smiled again and blew a few smoke rings into the air.

"So I suppose my reputation proceeds me here?" Jazz asked. Y/n nodded her helm.

"Boss told me that I had a lot of work to do before joining. That those before me had such a raw talent that it won't even be worth it if I joined." She laughed and looked over at him.

"Ya want to know what I told him?" Jazz motioned for her to continue.

"I told him he could shove his high ideals up his aft end. I worked to hard to get where I am now to just be shoved off like that." Jazz roared in Laughter.

It died down to soft chuckles when the two of them noticed just how close they were now. Having moved closer as the conversation went on.

Slowly. As if he was afraid of scaring her. He reached his hand up again to cup the side of her face. His other hand discarding the cigarette as he softly traced the lines of her face.

His thumb danced around her mouth for a bit before y/n got impatient and pulled him in with a powerful tug. Smiling like a mad man Jazz grabbed ahold of her hips and pulled her in close. His hands trailed up and over her sides as he came down to mouth at the cables in her neck.

Her breathy sighs and soft moans were far better than any song that she could spill past those lips of hers.

He felt a pressure at his chest and he quickly pulled back.

"Not here Jazz." He quickly backed up with his hands held out. Y/n laughed loudly before pulling him closer again and giving him a chaste kiss.

"No not that. How about you take me to your place and you give me some of that sugar baby."

With those few words she had him wrapped around her finger. From the train ride to his place and the days after.

He was absolutely and utterly enchanted by the sultry femme from a rundown oil house.

"That's how you two met!" Y/n practically cackled Ironhide threw his hands in the air. The commanding officers of the Ark were together Optimus's office. The biggest and most privet room on the Ark.

They had been celebrating the arrival of the femmes on Earth. Ergo. Plenty of Engex was piled in the center of the table and the femmes had a chance to catch up with their significant others.

Jazz chuckled and brought y/n for a kiss. A few awws and quite it's came from around the table.

"She may have come out of nowhere but she had me the moment I laid my eyes on 'er." Y/n rolled her eyes and shook her helm.

"So what exactly was the song you sang y/n?" The femme in question grinned.

"Y'all think Jazz could handle a repeat performance?" Jazz picked her up from her chair and into his lap.

"More like could you handle what comes after." At that point the two were promptly kicked from the room. That last thing anyone heard was singing ringing down the halls.

A deep silky baritone and sultry high toned weaving in and out from one another.

#maccadam #g1 jazz #g1 jazz x reader #jazz x reader #transformers fanfiction #transformer x reader #omg #this is so long

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distantwhenbeckoning · 5 years ago

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Social Distance Tag

– was tagged by @queerlylibra💗

are you staying home from work/school?

Unfortunately not. I’m an “essential” worker, meaning I have to still deal with the general public when I even get the opportunity to work. The restaurant I work at has slashed hours dramatically, to the point that they gave us a $3 raise (making a whopping $16 now!) but going from 30 hrs a week to 10 has me a little scared. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely hate my job, but it’s weird that I need it and filing for partial unemployment at the same time because of this mess here in the US.

if you’re staying home, who is with you?

I pretty much just come to my house to decontaminate after work, and head to my girlfriend’s right after. From there, I stay in the rest of the day, leave late at night and sleep at my place. It sucked in mid March right around the onset here because ya boi actually got sick and I was completely quarantined for 2 weeks and we were miserable. FaceTime was what kept us sane but now that we have a system in place, this makes it all the more tolerable.

are you a homebody?

I’m not as stir crazy as I thought I’d be in all honesty. I’m a bit of a homebody, but of course there are some public things that I really miss. Movies, shows, Disneyland. Stress free grocery shopping. LA county has a new mandate that masks are required to enter any store still operating and staggering entrances to help with the SD’ing. I definitely miss not having people yelling at me because my restaurant has gone cashless and people still fucking try.

an event you were looking forward to that got canceled?

February through April is usually a busy time for Maria and I since we celebrate Valentine’s Day, her Birthday in March, and then our anniversary (today!) in April. I had wanted to go back this year to where we made it official, a botanical garden called Descanso, so I’m pretty sad about that. But just having her in my arms, knowing we’re in this together and riding out the storm brings me so much happiness and love, and that’s really what it’s all about. I’m so happy we managed to squeeze in a trip to Seattle in February, it seems like the pandemic was so far away then as opposed to how we are now...

what movies have you watched recently?

We’re creatures of comfort, so we’ve been watching a lot of horror and sci-fi haha. We just watched on Shudder a flick called The Room (not the Wiseau magnum opus) and for a small production, it was really good. We watched Bumblebee last night and honestly? fucking loved it. I grew up watching the original cartoon in the 90′s (which were just reruns from the 80′s, I’m not that old) and they really captured the essence of what I imagined as a kid what it would be like to have a real Autobot. PLUS ANGELA BASSETT VOICES A DECEPTICON AND LIKE??? A+ casting for that decision alone.

what shows are you watching?

We blew through Tiger King like everyone else lol. Problematic in more than a few ways, but still deeply riveting. Uhh, we also blazed through His Dark Materials on HBO (thank u susie) and right now we’re watching Cursed Films (a doc series about movies and their apparent curses on production) and that one has made some brilliant points about the concept so far.

what music are you listening to?

Little Dragon dropped a new album that’s been a godsend. My witch playlist is always a good time. Pretty much anything by Chelsea Wolfe. At this very moment, I’m listening to a playlist that Maria just made for our anniversary and crying!

what are you reading?

I’m reading the Abhorsen trilogy by Garth Nix currently. I bought the set on a whim since I remember loving them when I was a teen. I’m about a third of the way in the second book Lirael and I just love the writing. It’s a very matter-of-fact approach to fantasy, magic, and necromancy but still has a very artistic way of interpreting the concepts as well. In non-fic, I’m still reading Sara and Tegan Quin’s shared autobiography High School. They were/are a deeply formative part of my life, and to see them write so candidly and with such vulnerability makes me appreciate their music and their trajectory as artists much more deeply than before.

what are you doing for self-care?

LMAO well Animal Crossing New Horizons could not have come a better time. Maria and I are really invested in our island, and seeing just how creative people have been on the platform has really inspired us. It’s honestly such a break from the literal shit storm that rages on. Reading again has been something I told myself to do. Maria and I have been cooking together pretty much daily, as well as doing activities like Lego sets, little DIY arts and crafts (we made candles the other day!) and trying to maintain a decent sleep schedule. Couple of things I really want/need to get back into is exercising and drawing. I think next week sounds good. <3

@amor-intellectualis @oneeyedfool, you’re up!

and anyone else who wants to, obvi.

#about me #social distancing #thank u bunny for tagging me #maybe this will kickstart the writing brain

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jessi-does-fandoms · 5 years ago

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Tough Love

A transformers OC story

It had been at least a month since team Prime had found out about Remedy sneaking off with the crazed cherry colored medic known as Knockout, let’s just say they didn’t take it too well. Ratchet being her mentor and the closest thing to a sire, advised Remedy to stay at base and only leave if accompanied by one of the other bots, she was also told to never speak to the con ever agin. A little extreme maybe but it was for her own protection, Ratchet always said he wanted her to focus on becoming a medic and her running off with the enemy or any mech at that matter was a bit of a distraction. Remedy is a relatively young femme being a little younger than Bumblebee, It wasn’t the first time she had done something reckless and irresponsible and it certainly won’t be the last.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to a month and Remedy has still refused to leave her berthroom. The once sassy energetic femme had fallen into a melancholy state. She didn’t speak to her grumpy mentor, she didn’t speak to the humans or her good friend Bumblebee. She wouldn’t even speak to her best friend Nightshade who had been at her side for eons the one she had been to the pits and back with. The entire team had grown concerned about Remedy’s depressed state and wanted nothing more than to have their spunky young rookie medic back.

“Is anyone going to volunteer to check up on Remedy today?” Ratchet being the occasionally caring guy he is had someone check on Remedy every day to make sure she was ok. Today Smokescreen had volunteered to do so, it gave him an excuse to see the femme he had an obvious crush on. Ratchet informed him that if he didn’t return in ten minutes, he would throw a wrench at the young mech.

Smokescreen walked down the corridor to Remedy’s berthroom and proceeded to knock on the metal door. “Hey Remedy, it’s Smokescreen. Are you ok? We haven’t heard from you in so long, everyone’s really worried.” To his surprise the metal door slid open to reveal a tired and depressed Remedy. She looked up at the mech with tired dull optics, clearly she had been crying recently. She opened her mouth to speak, her voice faint due to her lack of vocalization the past few weeks. “If you’re here to try and get me out of my room it’s not gonna work. Ratchet put you up to this didn’t he, he just thinks reminding me of my pained spark will teach me a lesson!” She was about to close the door when a larger servo grabbed hold of her own.

Remedy returned her gaze to Smokescreen waiting for an explanation. “You been stuck in here long enough, you need to get outside and have a little fun!” Remedy simply gave him a deadpan look. “In case you’ve forgotten Ratchet and Optimus made it quite clear that they didn’t want me leaving base.” Smokescreen gave a sly smirk and put his arm around her shoulder. “They said you can’t leave without supervision!” Before Remedy could open her mouth to object, Smokescreen had grabbed her wrist and dragged her through the corridor.

Smokescreen thought it would be nice to take Remedy for a relaxing late night drive. Remedy enjoyed a drive here and there but she had trouble keeping up with Smokescreen. She figured he just wanted to show off, that thought reminded her of a certain Aston Martin. Remedy threw those thoughts from her processor and attempted to catch up with Smokescreen.

The two had finally reached what appeared to be an abandoned junkyard. Smokescreen and Remedy transform back into their bipedal forms and sat on some large crates that were sitting behind a large heap of random things humans have tossed out over the years. “You brought me to a junkyard?” Remedy turned her attention to Smokescreen with a questioning look. Smokescreen was shocked at her sudden words. Sure it wasn’t the nicest place ever but it was fairly close to base and no one would ever find them here. “It’s just a place I come to practice my speed ya’ know? I mean it’s a decent size area, plenty of room for some sick stunt driving.” Remedy just sighed, she knew Smokescreen had an ego so of course he brought her here so he could show off as an attempt to impress her. She decided not to say anything or argue about it, after all he was trying to cheer her up.

Smokescreen looked over to Remedy and put his servo on her shoulder. “Look Rem, I know you been down lately because of..” he trailed off mid sentence not wanting to speak his name in case it made Remedy feel worse. Remedy looked at him, her orange optics showing little emotion. “It’s fine Smokey, I was dumb to think dating a con would go unnoticed. Everyone was concerned about me and wanted to help, last week Bulkhead set me up on a date with Wheeljack.” Smokescreen stared in disbelief, he didn’t know Wheeljack all that well but he certainly couldn’t imagine him taking anyone out on a date. “So how did that go?” Remedy gave him a rather annoyed looked. “He took me to an old abandoned building and blew it up.”

Smokescreen didn’t seem too surprised by that, he Knew Wheeljack had a reputation for blowing shit up.Smokescreen suddenly had an idea as to how he could impress Remedy and make her happy. “Hey I’ll be right back I promised Ratchet I’d find something he needs for some invention or whatever. Just stay right here I wont be long!” Remedy looked at him confused but gave a simple nod. Smokescreen then proceeded further into the junkyard. He had heard the humans talk about how guys usually give a girl a bouquet of flowers to show their affection, so that’s exactly what he was going to do. After searching for about 10 minutes Smokescreen couldn’t find any flowers in the dirt terrain, he did however spot a tree with beautiful pink flowers blooming on it just outside the junkyard. This was it, this was the day he made Remedy realize he’s the one she deserves, the one who would sweep her off her peds and showers her with constant love and affection and nothing was gonna stop him.

Remedy had been waiting for what seemed like forever, whatever is was Ratchet needed so badly must be impossible to find. She slowly started to fall into stasis until she heard the low rumble of an engine. Remedy shot up standing her ground, scalpels at hand ready to be thrown at the intruder. Her optics widened at the sight of bright headlights a few meters from where she stood. She continued to stand her ground to the mysterious vehicle before her, she could feel its aura wasn’t that of any human, this vehicle had the aura of a Cybertronian. “I finally found you my sweet.”

The sudden voice made Remedy relax and cease her fighting stance, she knew that smooth voice all too well. After a few silent moments she built up enough strength to approach. “What are you doing here Knockout?” He then transformed from the Aston Martin into his sleek handsome bipedal form, the bright moonlight shining on his freshly buffed paint job. Remedy took a step backwards knowing the mech before her was most likely annoyed that he had not seen or heard from her in so long. Knockout simply stared at her with obvious love in his optics. “Remedy I had been out every night for so long searching for you! Every attempt to comm you had failed and I feared you had been offlined!”

Remedy looked down at her peds, a great deal of guilt eating at her spark. She couldn’t just tell him how Ratchet shut her away from the world because of him! On the other hand she can’t lie to him, Knockout can easily see through any lie she throws at him, she was pretty much stuck. She let out a sigh and looked up at Knockout. “The others, they found out I been sneaking out to see you. Ratchet and Optimus have kept me at base for the past month, they said it’s for my own good.” Knockout was shocked by her words, Remedy was never one to actually take orders an do as told, at least not when she was around him. He felt hurt and angry, he wasn’t gonna let anyone autobot or decepticon get between him and his sparkmate. He slowly walked toward her taking her servos in his and staring into her bright orange optics. “Remedy. Please know that I love you with all my spark. I will not allow that scrap heap of a medic keep you trapped!”

Remedy simply stared at Knockout, unable to respond to his sudden outburst, sure she felt trapped but the team was only looking out for her. Remedy then wrapped her arms around Knockout’s neck cables and placed a gentle kiss on his faceplate. “I love you too Knockout and I can’t stand another moment away from you. Sometimes I wish you could take me with you!” Knockout smirked down at her. “As much as I would love for you to accompany me, we both know Lord Megatron would offline us both without hesitation. I’m afraid this is all I can give you.” He then placed his servos on her waist and pulled her in for a long passionate kiss.

Smokescreen was heading back to where he left Remedy to give her the tree he found. He was pretty terrified to tell her his true feelings for her, especially after everything she’s been through. All he knew about the situation was that Remedy was caught having a relationship with Knockout, what she saw in Knockout was beyond him but he never wanted to ask her about it in case it made her uncomfortable. Smokescreen then rounded a corner leading to where he and Remedy were previously sitting only to be shocked and broken by the sight before him.

There he saw Remedy, but she wasn’t alone like she was when he had left. She was with another mech. Not just any mech, it was Knockout and not only were they standing there alone together, they were kissing. Smokescreen could practically hear his spark shatter as he watched the two make out, seeing Knockout touching the femme he loved so much made his spark and processor ache. Without a single thought he rushed at them tackling Knockout to the ground with a loud thud.

Remedy watched in horror as the two mechs fought. Knockout noticed his paint had been scratched due to being plowed to the ground, anger burning in optics. “I JUST BUFFED THAT!” The two mechs got up off the dirt, standing their ground against one another, weapons were drawn, words were exchanged and the atmosphere was just intense. Knockout pointed his saw towards Smokescreen, ready to cut every circuit is his body but suddenly stopped as Remedy stood in front on him. “Knockout please, don’t do this it’s not worth it!” Knockout could see how scared Remedy was so he backed down, Smokescreen looked at Remedy, hurt still visible in his optics.

Remedy looked as if she was about to cry or possibly have a mental breakdown. “I will not stand here and watch you try to offline each other!” Smokescreen picked up the tree he had gotten for Remedy and offered it to her. Remedy I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you by yourself. I thought maybe I could impress you. The truth is, I really like you, no I love you!” Remedy was completely shocked by his words and so was Knockout. he pulled Remedy into his chest and glared daggers at Smokescreen. “You really think Remedy would leave me just because your leader forbid her from seeing me? Is she not her own bot who makes her own decisions?” Remedy looked over to Smokescreen, that painful guilty feeling eating away at her spark once again. “Smokescreen I had no idea this was a date, I had no idea you felt this way about me. Ok actually I did know but I didn’t realize your feelings were sincere.”

Knockout had had about enough of all this, he wasn’t gonna let anyone take Remedy away from him, not this time. “Remedy we should go, I wanna spend every moment I can with you before you get taken away again!” Smokescreen then put his digits to his comm link. “Ratchet I need a ground bridge, now!” Remedy looked at Smokescreen about to say something but was stopped when Knockout threw her over his shoulder and started running.

Smokescreen transformed into his alt mode to chase the two. After about ten minutes of driving around there was no sign of Remedy or Knockout, Smokescreen cursed at himself and drove through the ground bridge. “SCRAP! I promised Ratchet I would protect her! I don’t care if he says he loves her! What if that fragger hurts her, what if he takes her to Megatron?!” Endless possibilities started running through his processor as he returned to the autobots base.

Remedy and Knockout went off to a drive in movie and he took her to see him race like he normally would when they would sneak off together. Remedy loved spending time with the cherry red medic, decepticon or not she would always love him no matter what and he would do anything just to be with her, even if it took becoming an autobot. All Remedy knew for sure was that she was finally happy again, that and she would receive a wrench to the helm from Ratchet when she gets back to base.

#PLEASE NO RUDE COMMENTS!#KEEP THE BASHING TO YOURSELF!#THIS IS MY FIRST ACTUAL STORY!#transformers #transformers oc #transformers prime #tfp #tfp knockout #tfp smokescreen #oc x canon #oc fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #jessi writes

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 6 years ago

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Among The Enemy Part 1

*I plan on starting an Ao3 account and then post this story there but until then I will post it on here*

You sighed, feeling tired from a day of hard work. Momentarily you stopped typing on the keyboard in front of you and moved your stiff shoulders, slightly easing the tension in them. It was hard work, managing a space station all by yourself, no matter how tiny it was.

You always woke up from recharge early, starting the day by checking that every part of the station was undamaged and still functioning. If something was broken you had to fix it before doing anything else. Once that was done you could finally take your morning fuel. You always drank it in silence and while going through all the files, making sure that nothing was out of order. When that was done you had another exciting day of watching for decepticons. Not that you ever found any. So most of the time you spent the day performing some personal experiments. It wasn’t your official but it was your passion in life so you never stopped doing it.

As you decided that it was enough work for one day you stretched once more while looking out the window next to your work station. The stars of the galaxy twinkled outside and the gray and harsh ground of the moon the space station was situated on was the same as it always was. You couldn't help but feel lonely as you gazed out into the emptiness of space. How long had you been on this station? Ah, for too long to be without any company at least. You had never been a particularly social bot but that didn’t mean you enjoyed the isolation. But you couldn’t do anything to change it now. Not that you had any choice to begin with.

Turning of the computer containing the weapon schemes you were currently working on you suddenly noticed how empty your tanks were. Scrap, you knew it wasn’t a good idea to miss out on the midday fuel. But you had been so into what you were doing and just stopping felt like such a waste of time and energy. You wouldn’t be able to recharge properly with such low fuel levels so you decided to take a slightly bigger portion of evening fuel. And so you made your way towards the fuel dispenser. Pressing a button a single cube of energon appeared.

The fuel tasted bitter, just like it always did when you were alone. Energon never tastes quite right when you don’t drink it with friends. Not that you had any friends back on Cybertron but at least you weren’t completely alone. Ah, bad thoughts, go away. You don’t need more negativity in your life. Quickly you downed the energon, not wanting to linger on the taste, and quickly refilled half the cube and downed it just as fast.

“Ah, guess it’s time to recharge…” you muttered to yourself, something you had come to do a lot recently. You assumed it was because you could not stand the silence.

The space station was quite small so there were only four rooms in total, if you didn’t count the airlock and the hallway. The four rooms consisted of the lab/medbay, where you took care of any injuries or malfunctions you experienced, the washroom, wish was remarkably tiny, your personal habsuite which was also your office and lastly the supply closet. Home sweet home, right? Ugh, you really hated this place.

You practically crawled onto berth, ready to drop into recharge within a second. You took of your visor before rubbing your optics and yawning loudly. Tomorrow you had to send in your weekly report to Cybertron about all updates. Which was none but you still had to send in the report. Probably to show that you were still online. Not that they cared They didn’t even respond. Did they even read your reports anymore? Probably not, nothing ever happened.

“Stupid fragging…” you muttered sleepily to yourself. “I should at least send in a request… for a transfer… Yeah, that’s what I’m gonna do…” And like that you fell into deep recharge… For about five clicks only to be suddenly woken up by the whole room shaking. Groggy and disorganized you fell of your berth and faceplanted onto the floor. “What the-!?” you exclaimed before jumping up on your pedes, grabbing your visor and rushing out of your habsuite. It wasn’t just your room that was shaking, in fact, the entire station did! What was happening!?

Quickly you made your way to the monitors in the hallway and tried to bring up the surveillance feed from the cameras outside. You noticed that all the energy was out and had to wait a few seconds for the spare generator to kick in. Finally the screens came to life and you could see through the cameras. Your face paled at what you saw.

“It can’t be…” Outside was a massive warship, bigger than anything you had ever seen. And it was decepticon in origin and currently landing on the moon. They must have used an EMP to cut out the power and stop the alarm from going! “Frag… FRAG!” you screamed before rushing to the supply closet. You had all your weapons in there and you had just grabbed the nearest gun when suddenly the airlock got destroyed. You dove into the closest room, which was the medbay and leaned against the wall next to the door.

“Knock knock!!!” a screechy voice suddenly called out and you leaned at the site, slightly peering out the door, only to immediately retract when a couple of shots came your way. One hit your gun and quite literary blew it to smithereens. “Oh, don’t hide autobot! I only wiz to play!” the voice shouted before maniacally cackling. Oh Primus, this decepticon was insane! A sudden whirring sound could be heard before another voice suddenly spoke up.

“It is in your best interest to surrender” the new voice said and it sent shivers down your spine. It sounded so cold and indifferent. “I can assure you I will make your death quick and painless if you”. You shook your head, despite knowing that the decepticon would not see it from the other side of the wall. You had no plan to die. Despite being lonely you were quite pleased about being alive, actually, you’d say that you’d absolutely prefer to stay alive! The cold voice suddenly sighed. “Ah, if that is how you wish to do it”. Loud footsteps started approaching, slowly, as if taking their time savoring the moment. Sadistic fragger. But hadn’t you heard two voices? Then why was only one pair of footsteps? Ah frag, you didn’t know.

You were starting to slightly panic. You couldn’t beat a decepticon without a weapon! And the only weapons you had were the ones that were in the supply closet and-! Oh. Oh, those could do. They were only prototypes but they would be better than nothing, right? Quickly you ran in front of the door and to the other side of the room, narrowly avoiding getting hit by some more shots. Without hesitating you opened the cabinet containing all the devices you had created during your time on the space station and selected which ones were going to be the most useful and least likely to blow up in your face.

You closed your optics and took a deep invent. You could do this. You could defeat those two(?) decepticons and while they were down head to the escape pod where you would contact the autobots. You could survive. No, you WOULD survive. You would not die out here out in nowhere.

The footsteps were right outside the medbay now and you decided it was time to give your plan a shot. You stepped right in front of the door opening and before the decepticons could react you threw one of your homemade grenades at them. Your optics slightly widened as you saw how close the decepticon actually was. It was bigger than you had imagined. Much bigger. And there was only one? Weird. But you didn’t have time to think about that.

The decepticon attempted to shield himself from the grenade with his left arm but this wasn’t that kind of grenade. Instead of causing a violent explosion it detonated on impact and blue foam came out of it, covering his left arm completely and most of his upper body. Hehe, he won’t get out of that anytime soon. Your own special recipe, you won’t find it anywhere else. The foam turns as hard as steel three seconds after exposure to air. The decepticon’s face looked shocked and then something weird happened. It changed. Instead of the blue it had previously been it turned red. The one google had turned into a visor. And the now red face contorted in anger.

“WHAT THE FRAG IS THIS!?” he shouted and you couldn’t help but notice the obvious tooth gap. It was… surprisingly cute. The started to twist and turn, struggling to get out of the foam. You could only shake your head. That wouldn’t be getting him anywhere. In his furious attempt to get free the decepticon lost balance and fell on his back. The decepticon screamed in fury. There was not a doubt in your mind that if his servos had been free then he would have been strangling you.

As the decepticon laid on his back you realized that this was your chance. He would not be able to grab you. Quickly you rushed forward and towards the exit. Or at least you tried to. But somehow the decepticon managed to throw himself at you, screaming while doing so, causing you to fall on the ground face-first for the second time that day. The decepticon landed on your back and O O O F F. Frag he was heavy! You could feel your frame dent under the weight.

“I’VE GOT YOU NOW YOU PUNY AUTOBOT, NOW GET RID OF WHATEVER YOU THREW AT ME!!!” he shouted straight into your audio, causing you to wince slightly. Did he really have to yell? You were right underneath him after all. When you didn’t immediately answer him the decepticon shouted again. “I SAID; GET RID OF THIS!”

“I-I can’t!” you gasped. “It takes, ugh, one hour until it dissolves”. Apparently that was not the answer the decepticon wanted as he started shouting at you again and threatened to crush you under his weight. Not wanting to die yet you decided to say something that might help him. Ugh, you were such a disgrace to the autobot cause. “A-Ah! Freezing it will cause it to shatter!” The decepticon stopped shouting and a few seconds passed before suddenly his face switched, turning blue again.

“Thank you for your cooperation” the blue face replied and then there’s a sudden chill in the air as the foam freezes to ice and shatters. The decepticon stood up and as you desperately tried to get away, crawling pitifully and dragging your frame along the floor, he grabbed you by the neck and brought you up till you were at his optic level. “This foam, is it your invention?” You nodded while desperately grasping at the servo holding your neck. For a second the blue face seems to think before nodding back. “Originally we only came down here to erase the evidence that we have been passing through but it seems we found something more”.

“Wh-What do you mean?” you ask. A part of you knows what he’s going to say. But you can’t help but ask.

“This can’t be your only invention, no, there must be more around here. And we have been in need of another scientist for a while now”. The blue face stared at you as your optics widened and your mouth opened and closed at loss of words. The decepticon’s face started turning again and a new face appeared; jet black with red mouth and optics and jagged teeth. It cackled loudly.

“HAHAHA! WELCOME TO THE DECEPTICONS LITTLE AUTOBOT!”

And then the world went dark.

#transformers imagine #transformers animated #blitzwing

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lifetimeshipper · 2 years ago

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Cursed Bond

Chapter 4

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Time passed and the Autobots were getting no closer to finding Arcee than when they started. The kids' school had been out for a couple of weeks for a break and it was getting to the time when it would start up again. Jack had been out of state visiting with his father for the break so he has no idea what happened to Arcee.

The day had come when he would return, so the Autobots, Raf, and Miko were getting ready to break the news to him about Arcee. The kids arrived at the base, Jack was riding with Wheeljack. "Hey, Optimus, what's going on? Why didn't Arcee come to get me?" Jack asked after he got out of the car.

"Jack, we have some grave news. Something happened while you were away," Optimus replies.

"What happened?"

"Arcee was taken by Megatron."

Jack's eyes widened as he felt his world crash down around him, he couldn't believe what he just heard, "W-when? How?"

"A bit over a week ago. We went to an Energon mine to investigate some Energon readings and the 'Cons were there, we got into a fight with them, and while we were shooting our guns one of the blasts hit an Energon crystal and it blew up. It knocked all of us out, when I started coming through I saw Megatron was there. He picked up Arcee and carried her through the Ground Bridge. I tried to get up to go stop him but I was too weak from the blast I couldn't do anything."

"You guys haven't been able to get her back?"

"No, we've been searching for any traces of signal so we could go get her but haven't had any luck," Ratchet responded.

"But you're still trying, right?" Jack asked as he started to panic, he was getting really worried for his guardian and friend.

"Yes, we are still trying, we haven't given up and we won't give up until we get her back," Optimus reassures him.

Jack nods his head, "I know you won't, I believe you guys will get her back."

"Hey, Jack, let's play a game. Come on I'm ready to beat you again," Miko called out to him, she wanted to try and cheer him up.

"That's what you think," Jack said with a smile as he went over to where she and Raf were sitting. He takes a controller and sits down, "I'm the one who's gonna beat you."

"I don't think so," Miko says with a determined look as they start their game.

Bulkhead looked around and noticed Wheeljack wasn't there with them anymore so he went to look for him. He finds him in Arcee's room sitting on her berth, "How are you holing up?" He asked him.

Wheeljack looks up at him with sad optics, you could tell he had been on the verge of lubricating for some days now, "I miss her, Bulk, I want her back."

"I know you do, we'll get her back and you can be with her again."

"When we get her back I'm never leaving her side again."

"Good. She's been depressed lately because you hadn't returned, she was starting to think you would never return, also that something might have happened to you and you were offline or something."

Wheeljack vented out a sigh, "I didn't mean to worry her, I've had all intentions to return sooner but like I said stuff happened that delayed my return."

"Yeah I know, now just to get her back and tell her."

"Yeah."

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Arcee left the ship to go for a drive, after some time of being cooped up Megatron allowed her to go out. It felt nice to feel the wind against her armor and the dirt and gravel under her tires, she missed the feeling of it and was relieved to be able to feel it again. This feels so nice, I really missed this. I just hope Megatron's not gonna make me pay him back for this kindness, most likely will. But I'm not gonna worry about it, I'm just gonna enjoy my free will while it lasts.

She pulls up to a riverbank and transforms, she then sits down next to the stream. She looks at her reflection in the water and stares at the Decepticon symbol now embedded on her winglet where the Autobot symbol had been. She sneered as she felt disgusted at the sight of it, "I can't believe Megatron made me change my insignia, though I figured he would since I'm now his mate," she said as she continued to look at it. She lays down in the grass and looks up at the sky as memories flood her processor.

Before long she started feeling a pain in her chest, in her spark chamber, she sat up with a servo on her chest as she wondered what was going on. The pain started going away so she thought nothing more of it, but then the pain started again even more painful. She grabbed her chest as she curled up into a ball, "What is going on? This pain... it hurts so bad."

She felt her systems starting to shut down and she started to fade into unconsciousness. She got on the comm to call for a Ground Bridge to the ship, "I... need a... Ground Bridge," she said as she tried to get her air systems to function, they were crashing big time. She sees the Ground Bridge opening up and she tries to get to it but she collapses and passes out.

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Megatron was on the bridge looking at the computers, searching for Energon or artifacts. The doors opened and Airachnid walked in. She was brought to the ship by Breakdown after their fight together. She walks onto the bridge and kneels before Megatron, "You wanted to speak with me, Lord Megatron?"

"Yes," Megatron replied as he turned to look at her, "I heard of your history with Arcee. I am warning you, do not try to harm her in any way, she is my mate and the femme of this ship which means you answer to her. If you cause her any harm or even try to cause her any harm you will be severely punished. Do I make myself clear?" Megatron said in a serious, threatening tone.

Airachnid felt a shiver run through her body as she looked up at him and saw the death glare in his optics, "Yes, my lord."

"As long as we're clear on that. Have you found any new readings?"

"None yet, my lord."

Megatron just turned around to look at the computers again, "You may leave."

"Thank you, my lord," Airachnid said as she gave a bow of her helm. She got up and walked out, secretly fuming at what Megatron told her. She hates the idea that an Autobot femme, her arch-nemesis, is the femme of the ship and that she must answer to her. Just wait, when I get the first opportunity I will snuff out her spark.

"What's wrong? The meeting with Megatron didn't go well?" Starscream asked her mockingly as he watched her walk by.

"None of your business!" She replied venomously as she walked on. The two saw a Vehicon run by heading to the bridge room.

The Vehicon goes onto the bridge, "Megatron, sir, we got a call for a Ground Bridge from Arcee but she's not coming through. From the way she sounded, it seems something's wrong."

Megatron quickly turned around to face the Vehicon, "What!?" He shouted before he ran off the bridge and headed to the Ground Bridge control room. He gets there and sees a Ground Bridge open but Arcee isn't coming through, he runs through the Ground Bridge and arrives at the river bank. He sees Arcee lying on the ground unconscious. He picks her up and carries her through the Ground Bridge back to the ship and takes her to Med Bay, "Knock Out!" He called out and the medic came.

"Yes, my lord." He quickly notices Arcee in his arms out cold, "What's wrong with her?"

"That's something I hope you'll tell me, examine her!" Megatron said as he laid Arcee on the medical berth.

"Yes, sir," Knock Out said as he got his scanner and started checking her over.

Starscream and Airachnid watched from outside the room, "Did you have something to do with that?" Starscream asked.

"No. Did you?"

"Oh come now give me some credit, I wouldn't do something that low. Especially if it meant getting a beating from Megatron."

"Come now, Starscream, I know you're against her being here just as much as I am."

"Of course I am, but I wouldn't do anything reckless."

"Neither would I." I bide my time.

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The kids were all looking at the Ground Bridge along with Ratchet, they finally got a signal on Arcee and the bots went to get her and bring her back. Ratchet gets the call to open the Ground Bridge and he does, they see the bots returning, but no Arcee. "Where's Arcee? Was the signal false?" Jack asked with concern after not seeing his guardian with them.

"No, it wasn't false," Optimus replied as he looked at the child, "The readings indicate she was there we just got there too late, the 'Cons seem to have gotten there before we did and retrieved her."

"Oh..." Jack looks down with sorrowful eyes as his heart sank into his stomach. Miko and Raf put their hands on his shoulders to give him some comfort.

"Well, there is good news, we now know that Megatron lets her off the ship. If we can just get to her sooner next time we can get her back," Bulkhead says trying to lighten the mood.

Jack looked up at him and smiled, "You're right."

"Of course he is, and they will get to her next time," Miko puts in to cheer up her friend. Jack just smiled at her.

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#fanfic #transformers fanfic #transformers prime #tfp #wheeljack #arcee #megatron #tfp wheeljack #tfp arcee #tfp megatron #wheeljack x arcee #wheelcee #romance #one-sided love #obsession #forceful mating #cursed sparkbond

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thanksjro · 5 years ago

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The Persistence of Loss: More Ghosts Teaching Robots Life Lessons

This is a story written by Mark Stevenson, but it takes place in the Eugenesis continuity. Fun fact: when everything’s fanfic, that means everything’s equally canon! TMUK took advantage of this nodule of wisdom very frequently.

This is running on Microsoft Word in compatibility mode, by the way. No PDFs here.

It’s after the events the Epilogue of Eugenesis, and there’s a thing called “the List” hanging up in the new Autobase. You know, the one that was set up in the fucking concentration camp.

The worst part of this is how many questions are stirred up by the fact this is on printer paper. Where did the paper come from? Does this mean Cybertron has some sort of plant life that could be pulped down and made into paper? Did they bring some from Earth on the Ark?

What the List is isn’t directly stated, but considering the events of Eugenesis, it isn’t hard to guess.

Meanwhile, Bombshell, everyone’s favorite mind-controller and giant bug, is messing around with the Quintesson corpses, utterly fascinated by the way they’re built.

I never covered this in my breakdown, but the little dudes who were flying the Tridents? All those nameless nobodies? They’re hardwired into their controls. There’s no transition from steering to hand or seat to ass, it’s all one and the same.

Swindle is, of course, disgusted by Bombshell’s little distraction, but there’s not much point arguing with a guy like that, especially now that the tentative peace in the wake of the Quintesson invasion is about to be bashed in with a hammer, since Galvatron’s going to be back on Cybertron in the next few hours. Flattop cuts in, saying they’ve got company inbound.

Over at the remains of Delphi, Scourge has decided to have a little alone time, just thinking his thoughts. It’s nice and quiet, the sunset is positively lovely, and he’s honestly probably overdue for some sort of interruption.

Welp, looks like he wasn’t dead after all. I guess he just decided he was going to sit the entirety of the genocide out.

Though maybe he just didn’t realize it was happening, because this Cyclonus really is just stupid as shit. He laughs at a comment Scourge makes, completely forgetting that they’re in the Sonic Canyons, and nearly kills the both of them. Once the danger’s passed, Cyclonus finally asks Scourge what’s bothering him. What a good friend.

Back at Autobase, Rodimus Prime is sad. He’s always sad, but he’s particularly sad right now. We’re still only a couple of days beyond him having woken up, so he probably stopped self-isolating over Kup’s death roughly twenty minutes ago.

He’s currently reflecting on Emyrissus, the Micromaster he sent to assassinate Galvatron, whose death was as awful as it was predictable, or so Rodimus likes to think. He knew Emyrissus was going to die.

You see, this is why Rodimus is a better leader than Optimus is, at least in terms of empathy. He understands that he’s in a position of power, one that can make or break a person’s very life, and that scares the shit out of him. Regardless of Eugenesis Optimus being one from prior the horrendously long war, he was still enough of a figurehead to at least entertain the thought of his being put on a pedestal by those around him.

But no. Instead everyone deserved to die.

Thanks, space dad.

Stevenson, you are playing a dangerous game here-

Mirage and his friends are being ambushed by a group of Decepticons. He’s currently rocking around with Ramhorn and Kick-Off, and they’re currently barricading themselves behind a wall. Ramhorn, being a wildcard, runs out of cover and decides to just go for it. Mirage silently wonders if this is why the Transformers as a race can’t function outside of making war. That thought doesn’t get to the self-reflection stage, however, as he basically says “fuck it” and vaults over the wall himself, though he at least has the bright idea to go invisible beforehand.

Getting back to Scourge’s angst, it would seem that Nightbeat was right on the money about not having hit him with the mind wipe device. Scourge remembered everything, and it's tortured him for the last 27 years- even more if you think too hard about all the time travel. He was fully convinced that after he went through the wormhole, that was it- the Transformers lost, and he had his very own countdown. THAT would be why he blew himself up in Liars, A-to-D.

Now that it looks like everything’s going to be about as okay as it gets on Cybertron, he’s really not sure what to do with his life anymore.

These two fucking idiots have a great big laugh together, to the point where the nearby homeless population wonder if the Quintessons came back. They eventually calm down, and Scourge asks Cyclonus what I’ve been wondering for months: what he did in the Eugenesis Wars.

Over with Rodimus, Kup is at the door.

Alright, let’s see where this goes. I’m betting on hallucination.

Kup enters, closing the door behind him at Rodimus’ request, and comments on the state of the office. It’s positively dreary, and that’s with the inclusion of the window.

Kup seems to be a sort of manifestation of Rodimus’ self-loathing. He should probably see a therapist, but last I heard Rung was over with the Decepticons, and he’s probably the only mental health specialist on the entire planet.

Which makes me wonder why Galvatron hasn’t killed him yet. Guy’s not exactly a fan of therapy.

Kup’s tough love comes from a good place- he can see Rodimus is deep in the rut that is Depression™, and he needs a swift kick in the ass to help him get back on track. I don’t quite think that’s how this works, but something’s got to give, I suppose.

Because you see, Kup’s seen the future, and it ain’t pretty- Star Saber isn’t someone to be trusted, and his whole gang is going to be coming down on Cybertron like sharks smelling blood.

Then again, Kup’s not real, so what does he know?

Rodimus asks what this is all actually about, seeing as Kup always had a reason for showing up for anything. Kup admits that he wants to talk about Emyrissus.

The problem is that things are only going to get harder from here on, as the lines between good and evil are blurred, as the Autobots sink deeper into the dredges of war to try and win this thing. Emyrissus is just the most glaring example at present. Kup opens the door, and Rodimus worries that the Micromaster is going to pop out to join the conversation, but Kup just says that he doesn’t have enough memories of the guy to build him in his head like he can Kup.

Kup tells Rodimus that he needs to learn to let go, and stop blaming himself for everything that’s gone wrong with this war. Then he’s gone.

Rodimus goes to join the troops.

Over with Mirage, things aren’t going so hot. He’s been shot. HIs team members are either too busy to help, or completely AWOL. He scrabbles for his gun- very reminiscent of Liars A-to-D here- only to have someone else’s gun put to his head. It’s Bombshell. Look at the scenes coming together all nice-like!

Bombshell threatens to shoot him, and Mirage is very okay with this plan. He’s hit his nihilism barrier and broken clean through it- what’s the point? All they do is fight, all they do is kill, and one day there won’t be anything left, and all will be lost to time. There’s nothing worth living for anymore.

The postpartum depression is hitting Mirage very hard.

Bombshell recalls the Quintesson soldier, and orders his team to stand down. They won’t be killing anyone today. He promises Mirage that when the war is over, they’ll have a chat, then leaves.

Mirage is, understandably, confused by this.

Back at Autobase, Rodimus is being followed by a smattering of groupies, as he makes his way to the List. By the time he gets there, nearly fifty folks have joined the throng. He figures now is as good a time as any to speak to his troops, and he hops up on a toolbox so everyone can see him.

First and foremost, he tells them that he’s proud of them. Then thanks them for being here with him.

Then he addresses the elephant in the room.

Then Nightbeat pushes through the crowd towards the Prime. He’s fresh off the presses, and he knows what Rodimus was about to do to the List. He knows, and he encourages it.

With a flourish, Rodimus Prime rips the List off of the wall, and everyone bursts into applause.

Finally getting back to Cyclonus’ deal, it turns out he was buried under Darkmount the whole time. Bit anticlimactic, that. With the Mystery of the Missing Cyclonus solved, the two decide to go get plastered at Maccadam’s, and also maybe stab a few people. Good times.

Meanwhile, off-world, Great Shot enters the office of Star Saber, and they join in the long-standing tradition of talking shit about Old Cybertron. Star Saber is less than impressed with the Autobots, and how they got their asses kicked by a bunch of guys that look like flying eggs. Still, helping them out gives him something to do, and that something is rebuilding Old Cybertron into the gleaming, perfect image of New Cybertron.

And then there’s a quote directly ripped from Hitler himself, to really sell you on the fact that Star Saber is a Bad Fucking Dude.

The end!

This will most likely be the only non-Roberts Eugenesis-related work I’ll be looking at. There are others, but they’ve been lost to time. Also, they’re not really why I’m doing this, so… yeah.

Up next…

Huh.

Guess I’ll start on the professional stuff.

#transformers #eugenesis #the persistence of loss #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #prose writing

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of-fire-and-light · 6 years ago

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[This is none of the fics I was supposed to be writing but it fell into my head, so here we go because I can never get enough of avatar-of-chaos Galvatron and in-over-his-head Rodimus Prime. Joyful and unrepentant crack for my crossfaction OTP. Nothing gets shot apart from the scenery in this one, SFW slash, established pairing but not truce’verse. Pepper raisedbymoogles, when you see this, this is for you and I may have stolen the premise from one of our old RPs, ahem. <3]

Rodimus Prime was fairly sure this couldn't be punishment. He was fairly sure he outranked Ultra Magnus enough now that that wasn't allowed.

Still, it was a suspicious coincidence that all this processing-heavy, arcane, archaic data that it was apparently Essential For The Prime To Review had somehow been dredged from Iacon's archives now. Right after he'd spent three days engaging in an unscheduled but enthusiastic bout of diplomatic relations with his opposite number, and hadn't cleared it with the rest of the Autobot high command ahead of time.

In his defence, it wasn't like he'd had the chance to clear it with Ultra Magnus or anyone else. Galvatron tended to just happen, in the way that things like supernovae and volcanoes did. Someone with the right equipment and the necessary specialist knowledge might be able to predict him, but that would require skills that Rodimus didn't have, so as far as he was concerned it wasn't fair to penalise him for not giving pre-notification of what was effectively a natural disaster that just happened to be more fun than it ought to be.

And it really wasn't fair for that penalty to take the form of sticking him in the highest room of the highest tower in Iacon with no way out except down a staircase that led through Ultra Magnus's office, with a stack of ancient data-drives that he was supposed to upload, index, and attempt to correlate with each other and the information in the Matrix. For one thing, that assumed he could get the Matrix to even cooperate, which was never guaranteed at the best of times. And for another, expecting him to be able to concentrate on the minutiae of religious schisms from the Golden Age when he still had shreds of the Herald of Unicron's charge tangled up in his circuitry was just unrealistic...

Somewhere outside the room's solitary window, he thought he could hear alarms.

His first instinct was to jump to find out what was happening, but he mutinously ignored that thought. If Ultra Magnus wanted him to stay up here and process this nonsense then Ultra Magnus could be the one to come and get him if there was a change of plan. He was going to stay right where he'd been put and-

//Prime!//

Rodimus jumped hard enough that he suddenly understood as never before where the phrase "galvanised into action" had come from. //Galvatron! What-//

//Where are you?!//

He raced to the window, only to see a flight of blue and violet shapes dodging with reckless, joyful ease through a half-hearted scatter of fire from Iacon's anti-air guns. It seemed as though the Autobots weren't entirely sure if they should be shooting or not, and more importantly, he couldn't see the Decepticons firing back. //In the top floor room of the Tower of Law - what are you doing?//

Galvatron dived unerringly in his direction as soon as the words were spoken, Cyclonus and the Sweeps scattering to cover him. The Herald pulled up on his thrusters to hang in the air below Rodimus's window, looking up at him through the heavy armourglass with a fierce grin and his optics blazing bright. //Never mind! Do you want to get out of there or not?//

...was he being rescued? Rodimus took a single astrosecond to think about that. His processors were racing so fast that that one moment of clarity felt like more than long enough. //Yes!//

//Stand back, then!// Galvatron raised his arm. Rodimus realised what was coming just in time to fling himself backwards across the floor, as the glass blew out in a stabbing lance of plasma fire and a blizzard of razor-edged shards.

"But soft, what light through yonder window breaks," Rodimus found himself muttering as he scrambled to his feet and ran back to the gaping hole left in the wall. "Galvatron!" He looked down at his counterpart. "What the-" Slag it all, wherefore art thou Galvatron...

...he couldn't be angry. Not when Galvatron was grinning at him like that. "What are you waiting for, Prime? Jump and I'll catch you!"

Are you kidding me he is crazy... Rodimus launched himself out of the window.

And dropped like a rock. For all of two astroseconds, before there was a clang of metal that rattled him to his struts and gravity briefly flipped over as he found himself soaring skywards, caught neatly with Galvatron's left arm under his knees and the Herald's right arm - and cannon - braced behind his spoiler. Through the spinning sensation as his gyros demanded to know what in the galaxy he thought he was doing, he managed to turn and look at his lover.

Whereupon suddenly, all of this seemed like such a perfectly good idea. He was defenceless against that wild grin and the triumphant blaze in Galvatron's optics, against the intoxicating heat that soaked into his plating where Galvatron's frame was pressed against his, and all he could do was grin back as they soared up through the shredded clouds and spiralling winds of Cybertron's lower atmosphere. This was ridiculous and outrageous and glorious and he couldn't even bring himself to care that he was going to be in even more trouble than before whenever he made it back to Iacon this time. "You know," he said, "it would've made such a difference if Romeo had had thrusters and a plasma cannon."

Galvatron gave him a bewildered look. "What are you talking about?"

"Earth culture reference," Rodimus said, leaning back happily in his lover's arms. "Never mind."

"-whatever!" Galvatron shook his head with a snort of exasperation, and Rodimus could only laugh.

#[stories]#[the chosen one]#[the herald]#[otp: nemesis with benefits]#[getting the touch]#//because these two deserve to be happy damn it all #//if I can fix nothing else in this world I can fix this

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writeyouin · 7 years ago

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aaaaaaaahhhh your Swerve-fic is so Good™???!?!?!?! like, every time you update, my stomach did that flippity-floppity-floop-thingy in a good way!! is the request still open? if so, can you do a fluffy TFA Wasp with bot!reader? If not, i still love you anyway since you've already a lot of wonderful fanfics! i never got bored reading them over and over and over again!

Wasp X Bot Reader – Together Again

A/N – Thank you so much, I loved looking at this message for inspiration, t was so sweet. It’s a shame I just missed your birthday but here you go @vinnycoco, I hope I did Wasp justice.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Wasp observed happily as you ran up to the Autobot Academy for the first day of training. In all your elation, he thought you were the one thing as perfect as him. Ever since the war with the Decepticons began, the two of you had planned to make it into the elite guard together and now you were taking the first steps towards that goal. Naturally, Wasp had planned even further ahead of that goal; when you both graduated into the guard, he was going to make you his Conjunx Endura.

While thinking of the future, Wasp lost sight of you. When he spotted you again he gritted his dentae together irritably; you were talking to that little yellow pest he’d bumped into before. He wasn’t jealous, he couldn’t be. Jealousy was beneath him, he was simply concerned because, like him, you were much too important to converse with such a lowly bot.

“(Y/N), step away from that; you don’t know where it’s been,” Wasp wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Very funny,” You laughed, waving the insult away. “Have you two met yet? Sweetspark, this is-”

“Filth is what it is. Come now, meet Ironhide, a real bot.”

“HEY!” Bumblebee yelled. “I’M NOT FILTH YOU-”

“Easy, little buddy,” A large green mech hugged him, “let the anger go.”

“I’M NOT YOUR BUDDY!”

After the unusual introduction, the day was filled with tests of strength, speed, intelligence, and more than a few punishments thanks to the yellow bot who’d been dubbed Bumblebee. It was a relief when the group was allowed to go to the shared barracks for a much-needed recharge.

“What a day,” You rubbed your aching pedes, claiming two berths next to each-other for you and Wasp.

“You’re telling me, it was great,” Bulkhead enthused, missing the tone of your vocaliser completely.

You couldn’t help grinning, “It would’ve been easier if there weren’t so many accidents. You and Bee really scrambled Sarge’s circuits.”

“Yeah, uh my bad.”

Bumblebee sniffed indignantly, “Why are you talking to us? Apparently, we’re just filth to you.”

“Filth? Oh yeah, don’t mind what Wasp was saying, he’s just joking with you,” You smiled amiably. “He’s always been like that, I’m sure once you get to know him-”

“GET TO KNOW HIM?! ARE YOU KIDDING?”

“What’s wrong? He’s really nice, I swear.”

“Ugh, what do you even see in a guy like that?”

Wasp entered the room from the wash racks, “Charm, wit, strength; all things you lack.”

“Come on babe, go easy on them, they don’t know you’re joking… you are joking right?” You asked hopefully.

“Joking? Yes, yes, of course.” He pulled you into a hug, glaring at Bumblebee and Bulkhead behind your back. “Stay away,” he mouthed.

“See, look at all of you getting along so well. This is gonna be so great. I’ll see you in a bit, I want to get some time in those wash racks myself. Later, guys.”

Wasp waited till you were gone before openly seething at the two bots in front of him, “You two better recharge with one optic open; things are going to be rough from here on in.”

You aimed a shot over Wasp’s head, shutting down the turret there while Wasp made a leap for the flag ahead of him. The game was a pairs test to see which team could capture the flag in the quickest time; points were awarded for team-work and strategy. Sentinel blew the ending whistle; the two of you had won.

You cheered excitedly, running to Wasp who was wielding the flag proudly and planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Babe, please,” Wasp held out his servo.

“Sorry,” You laughed, “I’ll stop now.”

“Stop? No, I was asking for more.”

“You sure you want another kiss? Aren’t you afraid of looking weaker in front of the other bots?” You teased.

“C’mon, how about making ‘em jealous instead?”

“Later,” You whispered upon the arrival of Sentinel.

The two of you saluted to the senior officer.

“At ease,” Sentinel instructed. “Not only were the two of you the fastest pair on the course, but also the best team. You showed strategy, talent, and speed. You’ve worked hard, take the rest of the day off as a reward; you’ve earned it.”

The two of you walked away, hand in hand, eager for a night together.

“Hey (Y/N), I have an idea,” Wasp grinned.

“Pray tell.”

“How about a night under the stars where we can really appreciate each-others company; I’ve been saving some good energon for such an occasion.”

“You had me at stars.”

“Great, meet me at the observatory, I’ll bring the energon.”

You pecked his lips, “Don’t keep me waiting.”

That was the last time you saw Wasp. While you waited for him in the observatory, he was arrested for being a spy for the Deceptacons. When it happened, you could hardly believe it. You’d known Wasp for Vorns, he couldn’t be a spy. However, with no evidence of his innocence, you had no choice but to believe in the conviction, deciding that Wasp had probably been using you to gather intel. Spark-broken, you fell from the top of the class to the bottom and were soon sent onto the same space-bridge as Bumblebee and Bulkhead. That space bridge was where all the failures were sent. You soon met Prowl, a ninja-bot, Ratchet, an old medical officer, and Optimus Prime; how a prime had fallen so far was beyond you, especially one as serious as him.

Working on the barren station, you had all the time in the universe to forget Wasp and the pain he’d caused you, until one day on the strange planet Earth, when you found something that changed everything.

“YOU DID WHAT?” You screamed at Bumblebee who was hiding behind Optimus for protection.

Bumblebee quivered while Optimus tried desperately to calm the situation.

“(Y/N), Longarm tricked me. I swear it was an accident,” Bumblebee said.

“YOU’RE AN ACCIDENT!”

Optimus held his arms out, “(Y/N) please, Bumblebee didn’t-”

“STAY OUTTA THIS PRIME, I’M GONNA KILL HIM.”

Bumblebee ran, calling behind him, “And finish Wasp’s job for him?”

“YOU GLITCH-HEAD!” You huffed and glared angrily, trying to calm down as you did so. “Fine, I’m going out on patrol; if Wasp’s here, I’m going to find him.”

“(Y/N) wait,” Optimus said but you were already out the door in your alt-mode; an old car Sari called a DeLorean.

Wasp was shocked to be sure. In his revenge addled brain, he’d never imagined you’d ever be near the glitch Bumblebee. He didn’t have time to comprehend the situation as he fled. Bumblebee had taken everything from him, his freedom, his career, and you too; you’d defended Bumblebee, were the two of you an item now? Wasp couldn’t concentrate on that, flee now, dwell later.

Meanwhile, you were in hot pursuit of Wasp. You’d barely got back when you found out what had happened between him and Bumblebee. Swapping paint-jobs was surely the plan of a desperate bot; desperation could be reasoned with.

Eventually, the others stopped the chase, presuming Wasp had been lost once more. You, on the other hand, had tracked him to a cave off the coast where he’d stopped.

“(Y/N),” Optimus radioed you, “Are you coming back to the base?”

“Soon Prime… I just… I need some time,” You lied.

Optimus sighed, “Alright, be careful out there.”

You shut off your communicator, transforming into your bot-mode to enter the cave.

“Wasp,” You called, “It’s me (Y/N). I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to talk.”

“Wasp no talk. Wasp know this is trap,” his voice echoed around the cave.

“It’s not a trap Wasp, Bumblebee told me everything. The two of you were set up, I know you’re innocent.”

There was no reply and you feared you’d lost him once more.

“Sweetspark, please, talk to me.”

“You no love Wasp anymore.”

“Maybe, maybe not. How can you love someone who won’t even talk to you? Come out, show me there’s still the bot I love in there somewhere.”

Once again, there was no answer; Wasp was too busy contemplating your words.

You got on your knees, placing your hands behind your head, “Make me your prisoner, incapacitate me, do whatever you want but please, talk to me.”

“You crazy as always,” Wasp laughed, coming out from behind a Stalagmite and approaching slowly.

“Thank you.”

“Wasp want to know, what you doing with Bumblebot?”

“We work together, as friends.”

“Tell more.”

You recalled your tales since Wasp had been arrested, including those of Earth. Wasp listened enraptured, catching up on everything he’d missed; everything you could have had together. During his imprisonment, he’d thought of little other than vengeance because thinking of you hurt too much. However, with you in front of him, he longed to piece his broken mind back together; so much had fractured since losing you.

As the night dragged on, you knew you’d have to head back soon. It would only be a matter of time before your team wondered where you’d gotten to and started searching for you. You couldn’t let them find Wasp in such a delicate state; you wouldn’t.

You held out a servo apprehensively, Wasp recoiled making you pull back with a sigh. “Wasp, sweetspark, my team will come looking for me soon… that means Bumblebee too. I don’t want them to find you yet until… until you’re better. I love you. Goodbye.”

At your attempt to get up, Wasp grabbed your arm, pulling you back, “(Y/N) no leave. (Y/N) stay with Wasp. Wasp love (Y/N) too.”

Your optics filled with unshed lubricant, “It’s… It’s for your own good. I’ll come back, I promise but you have to let me go now, okay?”

“Wasp and (Y/N) together again?”

“Do you want that?”

“Yes.”

“Then yeah, Wasp and (Y/N) together again.”

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