#botnapping!

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

It took time. Jane hated that it took time- every instant he spent casing perimiters and looking at how light reflected off windows was a moment something terrible could be happening to his friends. But he had to get this right- he would likely only get one shot at it. Holding a hand to his brow, he eyed the glint of the late afternoon light. It wavered just slightly, the reflected gleam lacking a certain sharpness. Taking a breath, Jane took a look around. One shot. He had to get this right. He had to save his friends, and he had to come back. For the first time in a long time, he felt the familiar heft of his launcher in his hands. The one Arthur had gotten for him. He felt Tavish's sword at his back and his trusty sidearm in its holster. He also felt the everpresent ache in his leg- the stab of doubt. You can't do this anymore. You know you can't. I can. I have to.

He wouldn't be let in the front door, that's for sure. Jane breathed in. The mutter under his breath was almost a promise to himself. "...screaming eagles." Jane arced the launcher downward, and pulled the trigger, feeling the familiar rush of heat... and the exhilarating rush of wind as he flew airborne, up toward the roof.

[goodkiitty]

Oh but he is a snack, the best kind. The forbidden kind. He won't eat Smokescreen, despite primal urge to do so.

Instead, he huffs, and Smokescreen can get a nice face full of lion's breath as he starts trotting off to find his master and deliver the goods. Hopeful to be met with a positive reaction.

If this works out, he may steal Smokescreen more often to get praise.

It's almost cute, seeing Nemesis Breaker react so positively to the scritching. Maybe when he's back to normal, he can do this and pretend Nemesis Breaker didn't maul his tires twice.

It's enough that the sudden shift and hold catches him by surprise, squirming as he attempts to free himself, doorwings wiggling, maybe lightly smacking the top of Nemesis Breaker's mouth.

"Hey- Hey, it's okay! I could hang onto your mane!! You don't gotta hold me like this!" Oh Primus, please don't eat him, he might be snack sized but he swears he isn't a snack.

[anon-e-miss]

Reformation - 12

“Ah,” Barricade moaned in his recharge. Prowl squeezed his servo. It had been an orn since Ricochet had flown him to Iacon and Prowl had not left his cousin’s side, apart from joors long surgeries.

Ratchet had not been able to make any repairs yet, beyond patching leaks. Until Barricade had beaten the infection, repairs were impossible. The surgeries so far had been to control leaks and to remove or to debride wounds. Though Ratchet had been cautious to avoid giving Prowl too much hope for Barricade’s recovering, he had seemed more hopeful during his last exams. The fever had finally started dropping late the last dark-cycle. This light-cycle, it had finally broken. So long as Barricade’s spark remained strong, the first repairs were set for the next mega-cycle. Time would only tell if his frame would accept the repairs. If the infections were not completely resolved, the repairs might reject and the infections might spread frame wide.

“Mm,” Barricade’s optics flickered and Prowl covered his cousins servo with both of his.

“I am here,” Prowl told him. “You are safe.”

“Prowl,” Barricade groaned. “Lockdown...”

“Jazz will attend to Lockdown,” Prowl assured him.

“He wants you,” Barricade moaned. “He wanted to make you watch.”

“I am safe, Barricade,” Prowl said. “We are in the medbay on the Autobot base. Lockdown is no match for Ratchet, Ironhide or Prime.”

“Nightstalker...” Barricade hissed.

“Is dead,” Prowl said. “They were saying it was you.”

“It was,” Barricade replied. “He ambushed me with Lockdown. I think he was the one that paid Lockdown to botnap you.”

“That... fits,” Prowl blanched, remembering Nightstalker covering him when that heat had crept up on him. Thank Primus he had not kindled in that heat.

“Lockdown...” Barricade groaned.

“Ricochet put a tracker on the Death’s Head before he got you to safety,” Prowl assured him. “He and Jazz are hunting him now. He will not escape. There is nowhere in the universe he can hide.”

“Won’t hide,” Barricade said. “He wants you. He’ll kill your bitties.”

“He will not get the opportunity.”

Prowl never left the medbay. Like Ricochet had given him a holster to magnetize to his leg. He did not need to reach into his subspace for a weapon, it was always at servo. If Lockdown got this far, Prowl was Barricade’s last line of defence, and he would not let his cousin down. Ricochet had told him what Barricade had said before he had lost consciousness and Prowl knew without a doubt Barricade had goaded Lockdown, encouraging the torture in order to distract Lockdown from search of him. Barricade had sacrificed so much for Prowl’s sake and Prowl wished he had not. He wished Barricade had stayed in Iacon, out of Nightstalker’s and Lockdown’s reach. He even wished he had begged, if that might have convinced Lockdown to leave him alone. It might not have but could it have been worse than it had been?

“How is he?” Punch joined him.

“Resting,” Prowl replied. “Ratchet performed the first grafts. It will be quartexes before we know if Barricade will have any kind of normal function.”

“He’ll be fine,” Punch told him. “He’s a strong mech. He’ll adapt how he gotta, if he gotta. Ratchet’s the best, o’ the best ‘n he’s got more experience fixing Omega ‘n Beta victims o’ Alpha abuse. I hate to think it, but he’s seen scrap, maybe not quite like this, but close enough ‘n horrible all the same.”

“I have not heard anything for Jazz,” Prowl worried out loud.

“He’s fine,” Punch assured him. “Both o’em are. They’ll be in touch when they’ve taken his helm.”

“I am glad to have you here,” Prowl told him. “I wish I just... knew. I cannot stand I have that mech’s mark on me.”

“Even if ya don’t got Jazz’s bite on ya, yer mated in the only way that counts,” Punch told him. “Yer mates o’ the spark.”

***

Lockdown did not take kindly to Ricochet stealing his prize. Rage made him more reckless than normal and they took advantage. While Lockdown was distracted in the drug den, Jazz sabotaged the Death’s Head fuel tanks. If the bounty hunter escaped them on the ground, when he turned on the engines, the fuel tanks would blow. It would have been easy enough to leave it at that, and left the explosion do him in but Lockdown did not deserve an easy death. He might have left it to his twin, he had a good claim for Lockdown’s helm but Ricochet could not just stand back and watch. What he had seen, what he had felt when he had explored Barricade’s mutilated array to try and find the source of the major leak that had been threatening to cause him to bleed out, Ricochet needed to make Lockdown hurt. He needed to make him feel humiliation and shame.

The bounty hunter had raped the Beta so violently that he had effectively destroyed both his valve casing and aft tubing and further ruptured his waste and fuel systems. Ricochet did not know if he had caused him some permanent loss of function by cauterizing the leaks he had found but if he had not cauterized them, Barricade would have bled out. If he Beta needed to vent on him for his choices later, Ricochet could accept that. The mech had the right to be angry about what had been done to him. There was no question in Ricochet’s processor that he would survive, though he had never seen Ratchet go paler when he saw a patient, Barricade had been strong enough to challenge Lockdown and to keep challenging him to protect his gravid cousin. He would be strong enough to survive to be gifted with a trophy.

“Did he always hit Syk this hard?” Ricochet asked.

“He was a casual user,” Jazz replied. “Probably got hooked on scrap in Garrus-9. Even thought they’re in solitary, they weld Alpha’s panels shut so they can’t even jack-off.”

“Shoulda gelded’m for what he did to Prowl,” Ricochet said.

“Agreed,” Jazz said. “Didn’t even charge’m for it. Too afraid to let it get out it could happen to one o’ theirs? Don’t make sense to me. I wouldn’t let it slide if it happened to one o’ my ops.”

“Even the Cons don’t do it,” Ricochet said.

“Right?” Jazz replied. “Probably afraid we’d do it back.”

“He’s comin’ out,” Ricochet said.

“Go Hound, lure’m o’er,” Jazz ordered.

They watched a hologram materialize. It was identical to Barricade. Hidden by the hologram, Hound moved towards the alley, mimicking a heavy limp. Lockdown made a guttural sound that echoed down the empty street. Both Ricochet and Jazz were ready. Hound was just a few steps ahead of the hologram he had deployed. If Lockdown got within a breath of reaching him, he would be shot where he stood. Jazz was constantly doing the math in his helm. Vengeance, for anyone, was not enough for him to risk his friend and subordinate. What was important, to all of them, was that Lockdown died this dark-cycle. There would be no trial, Spec Ops did not work that way, not for a monster like Lockdown. If they ever got their servos on Vortex, there would be no trial, no prisoner exchange, for him either. Lockdown followed the hologram into the alley. He screeched as the snare, triggered by his heavy ped, swallowed him up. The hologram vanished and Hound, a Beta, gave him a smirk. Ricochet and Jazz walked over and shared a look. They had caught him with his spike hanging out, his knot already about to pop. Jazz gave Ricochet a knife.

“Barricade said he’d cut yer spike of,” Ricochet told him as he knelt next to the bounty hunter. He wrench Lockdown’s spike out of the netting and held the borrowed blade to it. “Ya weren’t mech enough to face ‘m fair.”

Lockdown screamed as Ricochet severed his spike at the base. Hound stood in the entrance of alley, hologram deployed, showing just an empty, dirty alley. It was a rough part of town, no one came to the wretched scream, no one wanted to be the next victim. Lockdown shrieked curses. Jazz seized his jaw and cut out his glossa. The glyphs he had used against Prowl had wounded him. He would not speak again. They did not have time to clinger on vengeance, unfortunately. Jazz carved a knife through his abdominal plating and ripped out his internals, showing them to Lockdown. Ricochet watched his twin lean in close, glaring into the dying Alpha’s optics.

“I always knew ya was gutless.”

[monsterfloofs]

Drone (Name Unknown) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

(New silly robot??? New silly robot!!!)

“Hey buddy. . . you doing okay?”

Diagrams and maps start flicking around the inside of a mechanized mind. Camera’s lock onto the face of the person bending down and staring at them. Recognition dawning, and information beginning to populate into text that floated around the hazy visage.

“Prisoner 368a. . .” The voice droned before the cameras shifted to examine their surroundings. “Input systems must be damaged, I am not receiving schematics of your sector.”

The human prisoner winces, “Well. . . that’s because we aren’t. . . uh, we’re not there anymore.”

“I told you not to take that hunk of junk with you!” A voice on the other side of the room snapped, causing the drones cameras to swivel and look for the source of the voice.

“What could I do?” The person looming over them replied, a tremor of nervousness in their voice, “I wasn’t even sure if they would be operational, we must be at least a solar system away from their main control system.”

“Sh! And we want to keep it that way!”

Unable to find this new voice, camera’s swivel back to the known human. Tracking the person's eyes rolling in obvious annoyance, “I didn’t give away our location, cheebus, you are so. . .” Then their shoulders sag before their face turns back, almond eyes staring down.

“Are you. . . alright?”

”I am operational.” The drone replies smoothly, “You promised you wouldn’t do anything that would make our elite upset. I see you didn’t keep your promise.”

“Oh my god,” The other voice pipes up again, “ I didn’t even know a drone could be passive aggressive. This is the last time I let you take in any stray weirdos you find. If they make any more snippy comments I am coming down there and throwing them into space myself.”

“They were kind to me!” Prisoner 368a snaps back, “And it’s my fault they got hurt.”

”Honey, they were keeping you prisoner.” The other voice sounded shocked.

Sensor’s indicate Prisoner 368a temperature rise in their face, a subtle and slight shift of mood.

“Today just couldn’t get any worse.” The human mutters. The drone tried to move, one arm twitching and whirring as the other scraped against the floor.

“I am. . . damaged.” The bot reported new schematics populating into the green striped vision. Their movements were sluggish, even their own operating system seemed to take a hit. Yet there was a strange feeling of clarity. “Prisoner 368a. . . what has happened?” There was that strange cringing expression again, eyes crinkling, eyebrows pulling down, lips pulling back in a grimace to show little white rectangles of teeth.

”You’re. . . offline. I mean, yes you’re damaged, that too. Ah.” They rub the back of their neck with a five fingered appendage. “I’m. . . kind of surprised you’re functional right now. Your systems must have some kind of backup computer that lets you go solo. We. . . we aren’t within your fleet's parameters anymore.” The drone whirs and clicks, staring back at the human.

“We. . . are not.”

“No.” The five fingered hands steeple together, fingertips pressing against lips. “So. . . long story, Oh man how do I put this. I. . .”

“We have been botnapped. I see.”

The human makes a strange huffing sound.

”Ahem. Not. . . exactly. I’ve been rescued. . . you’ve been botnapped. I guess. Though, I didn’t mean for it to be like that? You. . . stood in front of someone trying to hurt me, and while I was stuck in that cell you tried to help me, so I thought that I would return the favor. You know? See if I can fix you.”

“Ah. I now see, you have botnapped me.”

Another strange noise between a squeak and a gasp.

“Ah, n-no? I tried to save you! You know where you guys end up when your ranks think one of you is defective? Right into the incinerator! I didn’t want that to happen to you!” The prisoner looked fretful, new schematics mapping the nuances of their face.

”I. . . see.” Though truly, the drone didn’t understand it at all. “And you believe that I am still worthy of being fixed even though I am defective?”

“Yes— No! You’re not defective!” The ex-prisoner pleaded.

A confusing answer.

“Yes no? What is the prerogative of a yes no?”

The human sat in a stunned silence, taking in a deep breath. “No, you are not defective. Thinking for yourself and wanting things is not being defective. I know your elite love to chant ‘One mind, one soul,’ but that’s not really. . . uh. . . I just think you should be able to have the right to think for yourself. You chose to go that path. When I was escaping the cells, even when I was there, you chose to be kind and go out of your way to look after me. It wasn’t in your programming but you wanted to anyway. I think you should have the right to be able to continue to choose that path. If. . . you want to.”

[merlinfromberlin]

A Little Left of Right

"Apparently our cross-dimensional counterparts belong to the more faint of heart," said Optimus. His words sent a cold shiver down Bumblebee's backstrut. "Weren't they keeping pets, too?" asked Arcee, the cold sneer that accompanied those words basically audible. "Pathetic. I don't know what anyone could ever find in these squishies. It's a shame we're stuck here with them." ::What?:: bleeped Bee.

Or: When Bumblebee wakes up after a crash in the desert, something is not quite right with Team Prime.

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, experimental style, Shattered Glass, Ableist Comments, implied cross-dimensional stalking, attempted botnapping Chronology: Somewhere smack dab in the middle of TFP Season 2 - after Operation: Bumblebee but before Smokescreen shows up. Chapter: 1/? Wordcount: 1823 words

Apparently merely the first chapter of a longer story (against my consent).

Written for @angstober - Day 15: False Hope. Prompt list can be found here: X

I'm aware that this does not exactly fit the 'false hope' mold. It's more a 'false sense of security'. But well. This idea stole my brain and by the time I got it back I didn't want to go back and change it anymore.

Story below the cut or on AO3 (I would recommend the AO3 version because of the formatting - looks better over there).

[Initiating system reboot.]

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[Rebooting sequence successful.]

[Running automated system diagnosis.]

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[Energy level: 53%.] 

[Fuellevel: 49%. ]

[Malevolent foreign coding (Aut#Rt-4c7.SG) detected.]

[Isolating code.]

[…]

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[…]

[Malevolent foreign coding (Aut#Rt-4c7.SG) isolated.]

[Starting analysis.]

[…]

[…]

[…]

[Analysis complete.]

[Malevolent foreign coding (Aut#Rt-4c7.SG) identified as Forced Shutdown Protocol (Aut#Rt-4c7.SG).]

[Complete system scan recommended.]

[Scan now?]

[Yes (X) No ( )]

[Initiating scan.]

The first thing Bumblebee became aware of as he woke was coarse grainy desert sand grinding into his joints and burrowing itself below his plating. The second thing was a processor ache almost as bad as that one time he had fallen from Optimus’ shoulders as a sparkling. The third thing was his HUD as well as several other core processes rebooting.

His internal navigation system positioned him somewhere between Jasper and Autobot Outpost Omega One which was good because it was where he remembered being before… before he had been knocked out by whatever. At least Bee had not been botnapped. That would have been inconvenient. Being botnapped sucked. And he really did not want to miss this week’s episode of Avatar.

Bee’s comm link pinged four Autobot signals around him. As he could detect no other lifeforms—apart from an armadillo—nearby, Bumblebee decided to take that as a good sign. He was probably relatively safe right now. Still, he was cautious as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. Safety was never permanent. It was one of the first lessons growing up in a Civil War older than yourself taught you.

When he finally onlined his optics, a new surge of pain shredded his processor. His whole visual feed was grainy and drained of colour except for a violently pink tinge in the upper right corner that would have fried his optical sensory circuits if they had not already been glitching. Shaking his helm did not help with the problem in the slightest. Instead, the movement just aggravated the pain and made him nauseous. With a small groan, he pressed his thumbs just below his optical ridges. The sensation of cool digits against heated metal helped momentarily, allowing him to tear his focus back to the present.

Through the static Bumblebee could, albeit barely, make out the shapes of Optimus Prime and Ratchet standing in front of him. The medic was kneeling in front of Bee, already scanning his charge for damages. To his sides he could make out two more vague frames—one slithe, the other bulky. That had to be Arcee and Bulkhead.

::What happened?:: Bee beeped after a moment of tense silence while he slowly, so as not to aggravate his processor further, turned his helm up towards Optimus for answers.

“Our… scanners detected your distress signal,” replied the Prime after a short pause. His tone of voice sent a chill down Bumblebee’s backplating and caused his doorwings to shoot upwards in rigid tension. Optimus sounded uncharacteristically angry and... almost arrogant. His cool intonation and aggressive glyphs grated on Bee's processor. Maybe there was something wrong with his audials, too? Because that was just not what the Autobot leader was supposed to sound like. “So we came to investigate.”

::I don’t…:: Bee started slowly, cycling his optics sluggishly as he scoured his memory files for hints as to what had happened. ::I was driving back to base… I had just brought Raf home. Then… there was this… I don’t know… light, I guess… a flash of blue light. And…. Then I don’t know. I woke up here.::

[Error in Optical Sensory Relay Network (Bas#B-127) detected.]

Who woulda thunk.

[Restart of Optical Sensory Relay Network (Bas#B-127) necessary.]

[Restart now?]

[Yes (X) No ( )]

[Initiating restart of Optical Sensory Relay Network (Bas#B-127).]

“Mh… There is some minor damages to his sensory network,” reported Ratchet just as Bumblebee’s visual feed offlined itself. He heard someone heavy, probably Bulkhead, shift their weight from one pede to the other on his left side.

::Yeah:: Bee piped up. ::My self-repair is already-::

“Du-uh-uh. Let the grown-ups talk. It's impolite to invade conversations you know nothing about.” He was cut off almost immediately by the medic which… ouch. His carer tended to be grouchy but that… that had just been mean. Unnecessarily so in Bee’s opinion. Ratchet had never before spoken to him like that. Tentatively, he attempted to reach out with his EM field but was met with nothing but distant static. Dejected, he pulled it back to his frame, curling its tendrils tightly around his protoform for comfort. “Otherwise, there seems to be nothing amiss with him. Well, except for the obvious.” Which… again. Ouch. What had gotten into Ratchet?

::Maybe it was M.E.C.H.? I mean… it would fit their method is all:: offered Bee after a moment of terse silence.

A silent hum from Optimus was the only answer he received. Until an impossibly familiar voice spoke up.

“I thought we had squashed those pests decicycles ago,” said Cliffjumper of all mech which… apparently Bee’s audials really were glitching because there was no way that Cliffjumper could be here. Cliffjumper had died months ago in a Decepticon energon mine. And Bee was absolutely certain of that because he kept reliving that dreadful cycle in all its gory details in his dreams. He could not be hearing Cliffjumper because Cliffjumper was dead. Offline. One with the Allspark. Gone.

"Apparently our cross-dimensional counterparts belong to the more faint of heart," answered Optimus. Again, his words sent a cold shiver down Bumblebee's backstrut.

"Weren't they keeping pets, too?" asked Arcee, the cold sneer that accompanied those words basically audible. "Pathetic. I don't know what anyone could ever find in these squishies. It's a shame we're stuck here with them."

::What?:: bleeped Bee. His servos were shaking slightly. His vents came in too fast. Something was wrong. Something was seriously wrong here. None of this made any sense. Please, Primus, let it be a glitch with his audials or something like that. At least he would know how to fix that—or Ratchet would.

[Query: Initiating scan of Auditory Sensory Relay Network (Bas#B-127).]

[Scan of Auditory Sensory Relay Network (Bas#B-127) has not detected any malfunction.]

[Query: Initiating scan of Auditory Sensory Relay Network (Bas#B-127).]

[Scan of Auditory Sensory Relay Network (Bas#B-127) has not detected any malfunction.]

[Query: Initiating scan of Auditory Sensory Relay Network (Bas#B-127).]

[Scan of Auditory Sensory Relay Network (Bas#B-127) has not detected any malfunction.]

[Restart of Optical Sensory Relay Network (Bas#B-127) successful.]

[Rebooting now.]

As his visual feed came back online, Bumblebee flinched heavily. The jerking motion send a shard of hot pain through his processor that buried itself deep behind his right optic. He did not care as he shuffled backwards in a panic. After only a few metres his doorwings collided with a rock behind him, stopping him in his tracks and trapping him in place.

[Initiating Energy Preservation Protocols (SpOp_Sc#B-127).]

[Initiating Energon Preservation Protocols (SpOp_Sc#B-127).]

[Initiating Emergency Pain Suppressant Protocols (SpOp_Sc#B-127).]

[Initiating Stealth Protocols (SpOp_Sc#B-127).]

[Initiating Scouting Protocols (SpOp_Sc#B-127).]

[Initiating Infiltration Protocols (SpOp_Sc#B-127).]

[Initiating Combat Protocols (SpOp_Sc#B-127).]

As his processor ache slowly faded to the background, the scout's gaze kept shifting wildly from one bot to the next, skipping from white plating accented with teal on Ratchet's frame to an Arcee whose dark blue main colour had been exchanged for pitch black. For a moment, Bee's focus lingered on the dark blue Cliffjumper to his left. This mech had a lot more horns and studs than his own Cliff had ever possessed. All of their optics glowed red. Then his attention narrowed down on the tallest bot of the group surrounding him. The one who shared Optimus’ frame but neither his colour scheme nor his gentle warmth. Instead, the semitruck was mostly violet, his optics glowing in a sickening purple the scout had come to associate with Megatron. 

::You’re not Optimus:: Bumblebee finally said, his vocalisation trembling slightly. The fake Optimus just laughed. The sound of it was grating to the youngling's audials and he pulled his pedes even closer to himself. His doorwings flared up wide behind him. They were flapping furiosuly, lower halfs scraping against the rock behind him with every stroke.

The fake Ratchet scoffed: "He is a truer Prime than your pathetic pacifist archivist ever could be, little sparkbyte."

Bee shivered at the term of endearment. It sounded wrong when it came from this mech—cold, dangerous and mocking when it should have been one of the, if not the safest word in the entire universe. How did this sorry excuse for Ratchet even know it? Ratchet—his Ratchet, his medic and his carer and the bot who had raised him with Optimus and Ironhide and Elita-1 ever since the destruction of Bumblebee's hometown—made sure never to use it publicly. He was not even sure if their human allies, if Raf, knew the term.

::What did you do to Ratchet?:: Bee warbled quietly, cycling his optics to focus on the medic's faceplates now. He was shaking silently, although he was not sure if from fear or fury.

"Wouldn't you like to know, little one?" The grin on the mean doctor's faceplate split even wider. That was Optimus' nickname for him. It took Bee way too much effort not to cower.

"Ratchet," interrupted the fake Prime suddenly, his voice cold and coloured heavily with disgust. "As amusing as this conversation may be to you, you can continue it back at headquarters. There, you will have our little guest all to yourself without having to worry about Decepticons interrupting you."

::I'm not going anywhere with you!:: protested Bumblebee vehemently, his cables tensing underneath his armour as he made himself even smaller, preparing to strike in surprise. He was sure as the pit not going to go with these creeps. He would rather face Megatron.

"That's not for you to decide, bug." It was the fake Cliffjumper that reacted first to Bee's challenge.

[Initiating transformation sequence (COM-SpOp#B-127;α).]

[Rerouting energon to Combat Line (COM-SpOp#B-127;α;1).]

[Rerouting energon to Combat Line (COM-SpOp#B-127;α;2).]

The blue mech stepped forward to try and pull the smaller bot to his pedes. He stumbled backwards as Bee leapt up from his curled up position on the ground, blasters drawn. The scout used the older mech's surprise to slip past besides him, gaining some space while using the fake Cliff as a shield from the rest of his perpretators. He stayed there for barely a nanocycle before aiming a few weak shots at the older mech's chassis and diving over the top of the rock he had just been leaning against. Midair, he fired a few more shots in the general direction of these weird, dark Autobot mimicries before folding down into his alt mode to speed away as fast as his wheels could carry him.

[cozzzynook]

the elite trine x bee pls 🙏🫶

- Thundercracker is the easiest to talk to casually. He’s also the first one to pick Bee up after they botnap him and hold him to his chassis while reading old Vosian novels.

-Skywarp is by far the funniest and helped Bee get comfortable by pranking him and enjoying the pranks Bee could pull right back.

- out of them all Bee complained the least about being warped though he had the harshest reaction. His tanks would churn and he’d purge after doing it more than once. So Skywarp only does it during emergencies.

- Starscream is the one who got Bee to open up. It was in private just the two of them gazing at the stars when Bee told him he missed his sire most. That he doesn’t remember his original carrier or sire, far too fresh from emerging to etch their plates to core bitlet memory. That Optimus is the only sire and creator he’s ever known.

- Starscream reveals pieces of his difficult and complicated relationship with his own carrier and that he took care of Skywarp and Thundercracker when they were all younglings.

- Skywarp and Thundercracker get a little jealous seeing how close the two become after their time alone and want in on being close to Bee’s spark like Star. They’re surprised when Star tells them as trine leader to let Bee open up at his own pace. Let it be natural.

- oddly Skywarp is next and its Skywarp getting comfort from Bee after an injury do they connect a little deeper. Skywarp doesn’t want to be separated from his family again and Bee tells him other than Optimus he doesn’t really have a family, not above the surface anyway. He’s friends with the bots on the ark, everyone - even Prowl, but he’s not close with them. They may tell him things but he doesn’t share anything of himself. Skywarp wants to ask so badly of Bee to tell him something, anything. But he wills himself quiet and Bee reveals he finds he likes holding Skywarp like this.

- skywarp flutters his wings as he buries his helm further in Bee’s lap. For the rest of seven cycles he flutters his wings happily.

-thundercracker is all but feel left out and ready to share his feelings with Bee when the mini comes and sets himself upon Thundercrackers lap with a warm blanket. Curling himself into a small ball and falling asleep like he owned the spot. He may not have gotten words of the past or tender touches like Star and Sky but he was Bee’s safe spot to rest and for that he was happy.

Just them all healing in every cycle ways they didn’t know they needed.

When Bee is found he isn’t in a hurry to go back just yet and makes up a story on them being able to set up neutral ground. The trine goes along with it because, hey they want peace believe it or not and it means more time with their future conjunx so they don’t complain.

They just fear for their sparks when Optimus comes after them with the spark fire of a sire missing their bitlet.

Bee is so oblivious to how terrifying Optimus looks as he hugs him.

As always free 🇸🇩🇵🇸🇨🇩🇭🇹🇾🇪

[yelesomeblue]

Oh... sorry, I did not mean offense. I am glad you are unharmed though. Finally dawns on her they essentially kidnapped her. OH MY GOODNESS YOU KIDNAPPED ME!

It'll be late at night when they come back to sneak into the Plex.

For one thing and one thing only...

To snatch Elara while she's alone and whisk her away into a vent. Kidnapped!!

Elara is resting, plugged into her charger by the front desk. Sun and Moon had long since gone to bed up in their rooms in their tower to recharge, so she is alone and unaware of the approaching "danger". Unaware she is about to be kidnapped.

[howdoyoudothedew]

Hot Rod/Soundwave.

When Megatron splits Cybertron in half and the Decepticons have one side and the Autobots have the other leading to Hot Rod and Soundwave separating.

What if instead. Soundwave basically kidnaps Hot Rod and takes him to the Decepticon side. At first Hot Rod is upset but hanging out with Soundwave is nice and they get to cuddle all the time and Soundwave pampers him because he's such a caretaker and just enjoys taking care of the people he loves.

Everything was going fine– okay maybe not fine because one specific bot he wouldn't name decided to put a primus-damned wall around the entire planet, separating him from his partner and he was still kind of pissed about it and maybe he'd decided to drink the night before the wall was supposed to go up and exist in his room in a drunken stupor the day it did go up, but he succeeded in those plans so maybe it actually was fine even if Teletraan-X probably wouldn't agree– until he woke up strapped to a chair in a place he didn't recognize. Hot Rod reset his optics a few times. The fuzz in his processor was no help. Finally, though, it filtered in that strange room he knows he didn't fall into recharge in + stasis cuffs + strapped to a chair would, reasonably, = botnapping. Hot Rod struggled immediately. The first drinking binge he has done since the war started, and he was knicked. Grand theft autobot.

Something was said, but the music registered first, playing soft and quiet like it didn't want to disturb whatever hangover Hot Rod might have. The words filtered in next, warbled like water. "Don't struggle." Immediately Hot Rod sagged in relief. He would recognize that voice and music anywhere. And then he remembered that, while he knew who'd grabbed him, he was still trapped. He went back to struggling, though now more in annoyance than anything else.

"What in Primus' name is this!" Hot Rod protested, vocalizer scratchy.

"I didn't wish to be separated," Soundwave said.

"So you botnapped me!" Hot Rod asked. He wished he sounded more incredulous about it. He wished he was surprised. More surprised. Of course he was surprised, but not as much as he would like. Of course Soundwave only shrugged.

"Problem: Wall. Solution: You stay here," Soundwave said.

"You know I can't," Hot Rod said and he sagged again, just as Soundwave did. "I have as much of a duty to the autobots as you do to the decepticons, even if our leaders are bullheaded."

"I don't wish to be separated," Soundwave said again, something else in his tone. And Hot Rod agreed. This wall was the stupidest thing ever. It felt like he'd just gotten Soundwave. But just as Soundwave couldn't– wouldn't leave the decepticons, Hot Rod wouldn't abandon the autobots. Neither through choice or force. One way or another, Hot Rod would get out of here and back to where he belonged. "You want to leave."

"Of course I do! I have to!" Hot Rod struggled more in the stasis cuffs. "But I don't want to be separated any more than you do!"

"You… don't wish to be separated?" Soundwave asked.

"Of course not." Hot Rod let his helm hang back against the back of the chair for a moment in exasperation, before he lifted it up to eye Soundwave. "Did you think I would want to be?" Soundwave didn't look at him, but Hot Rod liked to think he knew Soundwave's sounds well enough to guess his mood. It seemed strange to see the other bot embarrassed, though it was less unsettling than the unusual lack of confidence he also showed. "Soundwave, wall or no wall, I'm going to want to be with you regardless. I just wish our leaders would get a clue," he muttered traitorously.

"But neither of us are willing to leave our side," Soundwave said. Hot Rod nodded. There was a pregnant pause between them as they both stared in different directions; Hot Rod at his lap and Soundwave to the side. There had to be a way to get around this. The stasis cuffs glowed a soft blue around his wrists. He looked up suddenly.

"I have an idea," Hot Rod said and Soundwave tilted his head. "You botnapped me, right?"

"Affirmative."

"What if we just do that? Botnap each other every few cycles. We're both seconds in command, so it wouldn't fully be out of place, even with this quote-end-quote 'peace' we have," Hot Rod said. "We can just say we found the other too close to the wall or something if they ask."

Outloud, it sounded pretty much crazy. Heck, just in his processor it sounded pretty much crazy. It was a dangerous gambit with the stupid wall– and the agreement for neither side to cross that boundary, damn the friendships made– probably being one of the only things keeping Megatron from trying to stir scrap again. So Hot Rod was honestly surprised when Soundwave didn't dismiss it immediately.

"If we are to do this, we have to be careful," Soundwave said.

"Wait, you actually want to go through with it?" Hot Rod asked, despite it being his own plan.

"It is the best course of action," Soundwave said with so much conviction Hot Rod almost thought maybe it didn't sound as stupid as he thought. Maybe he was wrong and the glaring 'what if's weren't there, or at least weren't as glaring as he thought.

"Are you sure?" Hot Rod narrowed his optics at him. The soundbox narrowed his own optics back. A tune played, something dangerous and adventurous maybe. Right, serious. Okay. "Alright then. I guess we're botnappers, now." The music stopped and Soundwave inclined his helm in agreement. This will certainly be a thing, Hot Rod thought.

[pinniped-medibots]

[ Fear, worry, anger. ]

[ Otto was feeling so many things at once while he looked for Arthur, holding the vita-saw with an iron grip. ]

[ He was mainly checking the area around where Arthur's things were found, slowly going farther and farther from the site of the 'botnapping' as he grew increasingly desperate, the others in his cpu growing anxious as well. ]

[ And then it happened. ]

[ They felt a pair of hands grip onto their neck, and with the reaction time of a lightning strike, they spun around slashed at the perpetrator with their vita-saw. ]

[ Blood was drawn. Engines were revving like a growling cornered animal. Otto put up as much of a fight as he possibly could before everything suddenly went black. ]

@emotionally-anxious-spybots

[timetravelersdoctor]

TFP Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack reaction to seeing Tfa autobots (Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Prowl, Sentinel Prime, Ultra Magnus, Jazz, The Twins)

Hi thanks for the Ask! ( Doing this on mobile so please forgive any grammer/spelling mistakes, I can never type properly on mobile)

TFP Ultra Magnus: Magnus automatically wants to bash Tfa Ultra Magnus's head in due to he's treatment of the Tfa Autobots. He is horrified that this version of himself is like that. Tfa Optimus reminds him of himself sometimes Ultra Magnus wants to lend a servo but doesn't know if he should. He finds Tfa Bumblebee to be in need of a little more discipline but he doesn't want to overstep any boundaries. Ultra Magnus respects Tfa Ratchet for what he's gone through. He was quite surprised to find that Tfa Bulkhead isn't a wrecker and he seems to be more responsible. Tfa Prowl seems to be a quiet mech that enjoys earth's nature. Sentinel's attitude bothers Ultra Magnus a lot. He hasn't met the twins or jazz but he would like to get to know them.

TFP Wheeljack: Wheeljack doesn't know any of them very well since he doesn't spend that much time on earth but from what he's heard everyone is planning on beating the scrap out of Tfa Ultra Magnus and he's willing to provide weapons for it. Somehow he recognizes the feral mech hidden in Tfa prime and is determined to catch Optimus going feral on video. Wheeljack lightly teases Tfa bulkhead but quickly realizes (realises? I don't know how to spell it, I spell it both ways) how different Tfa Bulkhead and Tfp Bulkhead are when Tfa Bulkhead doesn't react the way he expected. Wheeljack also plans to Botnap Sentinel in order to get him away from Ultra Magnus (He thinks maybe spending some real time away from the Magnus will help with the attitude problem.) He hasn't heard enough about the others to form proper opinions on them.

[emeraldtart]

What if Seekers are weird even to Cybertronians?

They speak in strange languages that are not listed anywhere on Cybertron.

Many scientists tried to decipher it to no avail.

Flightframes like shuttles and aerialbots can understand them, but they can't find the words to properly explain. Just a feeling.

No one in the Decepticons understand what the Seekers said, but they do know that they understand them.

They built a nest and an aerie despite being given a proper berth. Soundwave's cassettes got botnapped more times than he can count.

Always wake up at the weirdest hour of the night. It isn't uncommon for the Decepticons to hear shuffling around the base.

Autobots have a whole schedule on who stations on night duty because of the Seeker's strange sleep cycles.

No one wants to see how the Seekers drink energon. They see Starscream's jaw split open with sharp fangs inside when he was drinking a cube and every Decepticon immediately goes nope.

They're the cryptids of Cybertron and even Primus is weirded out by what he made.

[emotionally-destroyed-soldier]

okay the thing is it's not like there are a lot of big houses or mansions around here and I can't ever remember their being so it's not like that's an issue now think, does the kidnapper live there or are they using it to hide out if the latter's true the house might be abandoned abandoned mansions nearby that narrows it down a lot we have a starting point

[knightdgblue]

2001rid Optimus is a large fire truck

Animated Optimus is a small fire truck

The father finally has a son to call his own- after so many fails at obtaining one! No botnapping required!

Or is there?

[ersatz-anomaly]

So them laughing at him to his face is ok, but him telling them not to laugh at his face is rude?

I’d ask if the writers were on crack but they weren’t even in the room so non-writers tried throwing their hat in the ring AND IT SHOWS

“Why won’t you let us just play games all the time instead of training us?!” Said the bots who Literally Got Botnapped and almost Stripped for Parts

Imagine having a fucking Autobot War Hero WANTING to train you, and having recently acquired a vehicle mode, and blowing him off to play with a calf who isn’t going anywhere

Imagine having a goddamn War Hero your dad gushes over and is in your comic books, and bot bodyguards/siblings of your very own, and blowing him off to play with a calf and get offended bc he told you not to laugh at his face

[meeeeeeese]

Time to talk about the REAL main character.

No not Rugan

His mech.

It was assembled from scrap he found at the Xunlai Jade Junkyard after the fight with Ankka, so It looks a bit cobbled together and has exhibited some... strange behaviors.

For one, despite having a a vocalisation module and speech capabilities, it never talks, with the only vocalisations it makes being short beeps to acknowledge people it likes.

And for that matter it's rather odd that it has its own list of people it likes and dislikes, given that it should be a simple battle bot deriving its list of allies only from Rugan's orders. If you don't pass the vibe check then it will make fewer efforts to protect you, you'll often find yourself a foot outside the radius of its shielding or you might find poorly timed reactor shots knocking enemies towards you suspiciously often.

As far as dragon's watch can determine, the mech likes: Rugan (dubiously, some days it seems determined to abandon him), people whose height in inches is a prime number, the destroyer of crystalline light (Rugan's 'pet' destroyer), every stray cat, Gorrik, Caithe, people with 4 or less letters in their name and no one else.

The mech can pick criminals out of a crowd, a database of criminals was never uploaded to its data banks.

Majory swears she once saw a shadowy face contorted in terror pressing against the inside jade making up the mech. several other members of Dragon's Watch have woken up to find the mech staring down at them while they slept, only to have the mech shift signet away the moment they blinked.

Worst of all, the mech disappeared for a day, with no one having any idea where it went. It returned covered in blood, so it's probably commited a murder, but no one's found the body. Gorrik and Taimi's best guess is some brotherhood tried to botnap it and got more than they bargained for.

All in all, dragon's watch considers the mech terribly cursed and keep an eye on it whenever Rugan deploys it. They've offered to buy him a new and improved model but generally, that just annoys him. The way he sees it, they're doubting his engineering skills, and besides, the bot functions fine so what if it has its quirks. Besides, he's run scans and hasn't picked up any trace of ghostly, void or demonic presence. His guildmates remain unconvinced.

That led to them hiring a priest of grenth to perform an exorcism while Rugan was drunk and distracted during Kasmeer and Marjory's engagement party as a last ditch effort to do something about it. The priest returned having renounced Grenth and having made the decision to become a farmer, refusing to speak further on the matter.

Further plans from Taimi and Joon to figure out what the deal is with Rugan's mech are underway

[cozzzynook]

Cozzzy

Sympatico

Percy met Brainstorm (doesn't have his mallet yet) one night at Maccadam's.

He got out of work, a long cycle in the lab doing research for new sources of fuels for Metroplex, so he needed some relaxing time. So why not take a glass at the bar?

One, two, and at his third of the night, he was already a bit drunk, not used to do this very often. Two mechs of the bar notice him and try to get into his panels. Percy refuses, telling them to frag off, he wasn't going to come with them in their hotel room, but the two mechs insist. After refusing countless times, one of them grab him by the waist and try to make him stand to litteraly botnapping him.

His partner suddenly falls to the ground after a loud BANG, and the one holding Perceptor is tackle to the ground.

Before Perceptor can even fall to the ground, a bot catches him. He looks up at the mech, a yellow masked face plate and a visible jet alt-mode.

"Are you alright? Did they hurt you?"

Perceptor, being half drunk, still process what just happened.

"Who are you ? And what did you do?"

"Oh well, i just entered the bar when i saw them harrassing you. Couldn't let them keep doing their awful stuff could i? And the name is Brainstorm, true genius amongst my kind."

Perceptor looks at him unphased.

"Well thank you Brainstern, but i could handle it myself... don't need help from a twink like you..."

"Ah, i see you are drunk. It's okay, you didn't hurt my feelings, i'm completly fine. But you are not. Let's get you to your home. Can you walk ?"

It's at this moment Perceptor really notice that Brainstorm is keeping him stiddy, his arms under his armpits without touching anything else with his servos. Percu tries to let him go, saying he can totally walk by himself, when he actually couldn't. So Brainstorm convinces him to help him to his appartment.

On the way, the engex got into his processor more than he thought and Brainstorm had to carry him princess style.

They arrive at the scientific aera of the city and Brainstorm was amazed. He never knew there were quarters made for scientists.

Brainstorm may be a sciences genius, but he was never recognise as one. Due to his MTO status, he would never be able to work in anything else than the army as a simple soldier. He suffered from this condition, but at least, he could always make his little experiences in the back of his officers. Guns, explosive devices, and the one he is currently working on is a new kind of fuel. And he was about to create a perfectly working formula. That detail attrcted Percy's interest. Brainstorm tells him he built by himself a little lad in the underground of his base, only known by him. Everytime he has some free time, he goes there and do sciences.

They arrive at Percy's appartment, and Brainstorm politely decline to enter, putting the scientist down and ready to leave. But Percy insists, and tell him he could work with him secretly.

"It is a very kind proposition, but i'd like to make myself a name. I don't know how yet, but i will."

And on this, Brainstorm left, waving his goodbyes.

Percy went to lay in his sofa, somewjat sad that the jet had left. He couldn't let that one leave him.

And it clicks. He can't have Brainstorm leave him. He doesn't know why. He doesn't know how. He just want the mech by his sides, at least for tonight.

So he rushes out, impressed he can walk with his foggy mind, and catches the jet before he could exit the building. He had his servo on the exit code panel.

"Don't leave me."

Brainstorm looks at him surprised, and a silence installs between them, staring at each other.

"Stay. At least for tonight."

Percy looks at the mech he has in front of him, finally seeing him. A slim turquoise frame, a long cockpit on his chest, two pairs of wings, and yellow optics. Percy doesn't remember if he had ever seen yellow optics before. At this moment He only knows those ones.

"Why would you want a stranger to stay?"

It was a genuine question. Yeah, why does Percy wants him to stay?

"I don't know. But please. Stay."

They look at each others in silence. Then Brainstorm let go of the panel code and approach him, ready to follow his back to his unit.

"You are drunk. You don't know what you say."

"I do know what i want."

Together they go back to the unit. And there, when the door is closed, they stare at each other again. But Brainstorm slowly take off his mask.

"I don't think you want that" pointing at his face.

"What makes you think i don't want that?".

Perceptor approach him and without thinking much he goes on his tip toes and give his dermas a long, delicate kiss. Brainstorm doesn't respond, too shocked to have the scientist right there.

"You..."

"Is it okay?"

Brainstorm looks at Perceptor baffled.

"You are drunk, i don't want to take over. You don't know what you are doing."

"Yeah... you're right, i'm sorry... can... can we cuddle? I still want you by my side. For tonight."

Brainstorm think, then accept, on the condition that he will not engage in anything sexual during the time Perceptor is still drunk.

So they lay in the sofa, entagled in each other's embrace, watching a movie. Perceptor falls into recharge, so Brainstorm turns off the TV and decide to stay by his side, for him to not wake up alone and cold. He traps Percy's body between his arms, his chin resting on his helm and slowly his frame goes into reset.

Tadaaaaaam!!

Remember people : never ingage in sexual intercourse while drunk ! It is not responsable and can be dangerous ! Stay safe !

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