#docile-insecticon

[gemiinus]

They've always been very solitary. Even with the one who raised them, they had a tendency to stay to themselves. Heads tipped together, never saying a word, but always seeming to know what the other was thinking.

The war had done horrible things to them, but they'd come out the other side shoulder to shoulder. Traumatized, hurting, their bond aching but present and whole.

And with a docile, lonely Insecticon "pet" at their side.

Recovery has been long and painful for both of them. They sit together in silence a lot, Bob settled with his head on Sunstreaker's leg. They don't talk about the war. Not anymore, really.

But they avoid most everyone else in either faction. Sunstreaker paints. Sideswipe works out. They try to take it one step at a time.

The world still sees them as trouble. Dangerous, abominations, and worse. Even those they trust feel like they can't be trusted. Just like when they were small, before a big hand had swept the two of them up and saved them from certain death, the only ones they can rely on are each other.

They haven't even had any contact with the one who raised them.

Maybe that's for the best.

[blueikeproductions]

Character models for the Sprung and Lipoles from the recent Life on Earth comic.

Sprungs are peaceful herbivores that feed on Cybertronic plant matter when they live on the surface. When burrowing underground in drill mode, they soak up subterranean Energon deposits for nourishment. They are a breed of Insecticon and are docile enough that some Autobots keep them as pets. Wild Sprungs are among a breed of self reproducing Transformers that don’t require the Allspark. Every 100 vorns, they migrate to the spawning grounds at the Manganese Mountains where they lay dozens of CyberEggs in underground nests. The young burrow out after soaking up enough Energon to migrate back to their habitat in Lower Petrohex. When the War broke out, some were reprogrammed to be scouts, burrowing underground at Decepticon encampments. Sprungs are a plentiful race and a favorite treat of predators. Repugnus’ Firebug Beast Mode instincts also enjoy Sprungs as a delicacy, preferably deep fried with an oil dip. The races’ plentiful nature and Energon soaking habits were a concern for Nominus Prime, and tried to enforce selective breeding programs to stave off energy costs during the effects of The Shattering.

Lipoles are a breed of Bolt Bat that are difficult to tame. They are a chaotic breed of mechanimal that do as they please and travel in large flocks. While they posses solar panels on their wings to generate Energon via solar power, they are more than capable to draining Energon from unsuspecting Transformers. They appear to be a natural predator of Cryocondors, thus Soundwave isn’t particularly fond of them for Laserbeak’s sake. Like Sprungs, they reproduce without requiring the Allspark, and when the time comes, flocks migrate and Transform into torpedo mode to blast away obstructions to make nests.

Their ability to survive their own detonations was studied by the Decepticons and appropriated into Heavycons like Clobber, Blackout and Gutcruncher.

Some have been successfully tamed and used as Deployers by Decepticons in the war. Starscream’s friend Hellbat famously wore his as his chest plate, which Deployed as a Blaster and an attack beast.

[silkling]

Hello Silkling, Could you make a (TFP) Starscream and Knock Out meets (ROTF) Flatline? Because i like two medics

Certainly! Sorry this one is so short, I’m afraid I’m more unfamiliar with Flatline’s character since I didn’t read the comics he was in, and most of what I learned was off the wiki. I do hope I did him justice, though!

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Suffice to say, when Knock Out came out of recharge that morning he was not expecting to meet another Decepticon medic. Let alone a Decepticon medic with extra limbs and a mouth that looked uncomfortably similar to mandibles. Yet, to his great disbelief, it was as he was cleaning his tools and taking inventory, Starscream perched on his medical berth and ranting about his all the ways in which he believed Megatron to be a fool, that the doors to his medbay opened and Lord Megatron himself stepped in. He was followed by a large, bulky mech that neither Knock Out nor Starscream recognized. The aforementioned Insecticon-lookalike of a medic.

“Knock Out.” the warlord greeted. His optics found Starscream, narrowing in displeasure. “Starscream.” he added, voice dark. “Allow me to introduce Flatline. He is a Deception medic, much like yourself, my dear doctor.” he hummed in the red mech’s direction. “He himself will explain his story. I don’t have the time.” he made a gesture, turning on heel to leave. “Starscream, see to it that your presence here does not mean you neglect your duties.” he said coldly, striding past Flatline.

The door slid shut behind him, leaving the three mechs alone together.

Knock Out scoffed. “Your paint job is horrid, you know.” he said with faux sweetness.

Starscream looked surprised at the blunt insult, then smirked and slid off the medical berth, propping an arm on the red medic’s shoulder. “Indeed.” he agreed in a mocking rasp. “I also can’t help but notice you look rather like someone tried to create an Insecticon and stopped halfway.”

Flatline growled at them both, optics flaring with his rage. “You are Starscream?” He sneered. “Rather unimpressive. The Starscream is my would is far more fearsome than some pathetic twig such as yourself.”

That gave the two others pause. “Your world?” Knock Out asked, mildly interested.

Flatline huffed. “I am not of this Dimension. In my world, the Decepticon forces on Earth are far less organized.” he scowled. “My world also had no “Knock Out”. Perhaps my version of you was too weak to survive the War.” His mandibles clicked. “I wonder what that says about you.”

Knock Out blinked, then narrowed his eyes. “I would say the same, Flatline. There is no mech with your designation in this plane of reality.”

Starscream looked highly entertained by the growing hostility. “How did you get to our world, then?”

Flatline hummed. “I was fleeing a group of Autobots when I encountered a wormhole.” he scowled. “I suspect the fact that my ship carried unknown Cybertronian artifacts, combined with the wormhole, stranded me here.”

Starscream smirked, amused. “What Autobots we’re chasing you then? Perhaps their counterparts live here and you can take your revenge.”

Flatline crossed his arms, all four of them. “Arcee, Chromia, and Elita-One.”

Knock Out whistled. “What did you do to get three femmes that mad at you, dear doctor?”

The mech hesitated, then snarled. “Under orders of Commander Thundercracker, I performed experiments to split one spark into multiple frames in hopes of creating a new type of elite warrior for the Decepticon cause.”

Starscream hummed as he turned that statement over in his mind, and then he smirked savagely. “I see.” he seemed giddy. “They were your experiments and you failed to have a way to control them. What a blunder, dear doctor!”

Kmock Out chuckled. “My my, does Lord Megatron know? I cannot see him trusting you with any task of importance if he knew how large a failure you made.” he mocked.

Flatline hissed. “I offered my services to create him elite warriors here, in this world. He seemed content with that, medic.”

Starscream snorted. “I’m afraid you won’t have much luck. The most expendable mechs here are Vehicon drones, and you can’t do much with them.”

The other medic simply clicked his mandibles. “No need to fear.” he scoffed. “I am more capable than that.” he hummed, looking over the pair in front of him. “You are very..,pointy, Knock Out. No one else on this ship is. It’s rather odd, I find.”

Knock Out scoffed, pushing Starscream away from himself and walking towards his tools. He had to take inventory. “I’m Velocitronian. I would expect to look different from those on this ship. They were all forged on Cybertron, after all.”

The medic froze, his mandibles clicking in excitement. “Velocitronian, you say? I have never had the chance to work with a mech from that colony. Perhaps you’d like to do the honor of being the first?” he asked, sickeningly sweet.

Knock Out lifted a hand, and without looking at the medic, transformed his servo into his saw, the blade buzzing to life aggressively. “I wouldn’t try it, Flatline.” he hummed. “I’m not quite that docile.”

Starscream hummed. “Yes, and experiments would absolutely ruin your finish, would they not?” he smirked, then wriggled his fingers. “As delightful as this has been, I must take my leave. I do have real duties to attend to, after all.” With that, he left, the door closing behind him and shutting the two medics together in the med bay.

For a while, neither of them made a sound. Knock Out transformed his servo back into a hand, then returned to the work he had been doing before. Flatline took the opportunity to explore, poking over the surfaces visible to him and taking in the available tools. As he made his explorations, he continued to edge closer and closer to the Aston Martin. Finally, when he was almost beside the red mech, he lashed out to attack.

Knock Out merely sidestepped, slipped his prod from his subspace, turned it up to one of its highest settings, and jabbed it harshly into Flatline’s neck cabling. The bug-like medic screeched, his frame locking and convulsing, and after a moment Knock Out removed the prod. Flatline dropped to the floor, limbs twitching as he gurgled.

The last thing he was aware of before his consciousness was stolen was Knock Out speaking to him in a dark, vicious tone.

“And that, dear doctor, why I advise you to stay far away from me. Unlike the soft little Autobots, I have no qualms about making your death a slow, painful, drawn out experience. Remember: I’m a medic. I know exactly what to do to your frame to make your life agony.”

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And there is is! I’m not fully satisfied with this one, but I didn’t have many ideas for interaction between them other than “everyone is gonna be an unrepentant bastard”. I know this isn’t as long as some of my other ask box fics, but I hope you liked it regardless!

As for now, my box is open for anyone else who wants to send in a prompt! Check my pinned post for information, but I do accept most types of fic prompts. Until next time, friends!

[shelterforthelost-and-weary]

//....realizing Specimen doesn't really have any color scheme. He was probably a muted chrome/orange/rust-red type color, but so long spent being a feral monster has caused his paint to chip off. Most of him is varying shades of grey now, though along his hips, back and helm there are still shiny, iridescent sections of chrome paint untouched by the elements. His hands (all four) are a matte black, which somehow hasn't been faded or chipped - most likely the metal of his hands are naturally black and not painted.

Also, Specimen is a sort of seeker/insecticon hybird, which is easy to miss considering the mutations of being a sparkeater, but is obvious when observed during peaceful/docile moments, mostly in the shape of his helm and face and the remnants of wings on his back, and the still functioning thrusters he uses to leap long distances and climb steep terrain.

Just some things I was thinking about.

[metalpiratequeen]

"Thoughts-on" + Gaba

Send me “Thoughts on” + a Character name and my muse will give their opinions of that character.

“Gaba. Medic. Assassin. Her knowledge of the Autonomic autonomy is, in all honesty, terrifying. Her stingers are a nasty weapon to watch our for, but it’s the venom you need to worry about. One prick and you’ll lose mobility in your limbs, a second, more precise jab to the processor and you’ll lose all control of your escape reflex. Leaving you completely at her mercy.

“This insecticon has quite the past. Selling of circuit boosters, illegal T-cog transplants, you name it, she knows how to hook you up. As long as she doesn’t take anything vital from her patients, I don’t care what she does in her spare time.”

[[Gaba’s abilities are based off an actual Emerald Cockroach Wasp and how they use their stingers to paralyse a cockroach’s front legs and a inject toxin into a certain area of the brain that removes the creature’s instinctive reflex to escape danger. Now docile, the Wasp chews off it’s antenna and drags it to a small hole where it will become the host for the Wasp’s larvae, buried alive until the larvae eats it’s way out of the host and digs its way out.]]

[goodboybob-blog1]

Verity walked around a corner then froze seeing the insecticon "...oh boy-"

Boy?

Bob’s head turned sharply, narrowing the hail down to a human at the hallway junction. He instantly perked up, excited for another new play mate. Every human he’d come across so far always gave such good skitches with their tiny hands! Maybe this one even had treats? He couldn’t smell treats though...

All of his legs went into action, bounding over to the human only to freeze mid stride, smelling their hesitation and...fear? They didn’t need to fear Bob! Bob was a Good Boy!

He sat on his jump to prove his point, stretching his head out in a docile manner for pets.

[turbosilverwolf]

Turns to glance down at the Insecticon. "Aww, aint that sweet."

[thesurveillant-blog]

docile-insecticon replied to your post: xxxsoundwavexxx started following you ...

Prrr!

Soundwave isn't entirely sure what to make of this, beyond that the insecticon is apparently either non-sentient or incapable of articulate speech. He ignores the reply.

[greenbamf-blog]

readyforsomefootball started following you

 excursionistonwheels started following you

 battle-unicorn started following you

 docile-insecticon started following you

 grumpydocbot started following you

 darkknightinwhite started following you

 frontliner-sides started following you

-Raises an optic ridge at his HUD-

Shit, was I really gone for so long that you all left my frequency?

[breakingatrail-archived-blog]

Hey, Bob.

Got something for you.

[thesurveillant-blog]

xxxsoundwavexxx started following you

alpha-insecticon started following you

skillfulmaster started following you

docile-insecticon started following you

whitewingedknight started following you

"Query: designations?"