#don’t be Sunrazor

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Okay. I finished the Sunrazor one. I apologize in advance, Comet doesn’t really do much in this. But I honestly had no idea how he’d react to this so… I just was like “we’ll make him watch and just be horrified”

So you know when I had mentioned that Comet probably would have seen a shift in Sunrazor after she sees valkyire? He doesn’t realize what’s happened but all of a sudden Sunrazor is not acting the same as before, and considering the fact that I’d imagine they go back and forth a bit it’s kinda unsettling for him.

And Sunrazor sees him and is like, “oh yeah I know this thing. I like it.” And she starts out pretty chill around him. Because yk, she’s knows what role to play with him. That hasn’t changed unlike literally everything else is for her.

I’m really hoping I got Comet right. I can change or edit this if I didn’t. Please tell me. I do not mind at all.

I also didn’t reread this at all so…. Yeah it might actually suck. Who knows lol

Or: What are you supposed to do when stumbling across the person that’s been hunting you down for years, but something’s telling you that’s not them.

WARNINGS!!!!

Angst (duh) Blood/Gore. self harm. impromptu surgery. Sanity? Never heard of her. Body horror.

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Cometeater hadn’t known what he expected to find when he set out to scout the remnants of the battlefield, but it certainly wasn’t this. The destruction stretched around him in all directions—twisted metal, smoldering wreckage, the acrid scent of scorched Energon lingering in the air like a ghost of the violence that had unfolded here. Yet, amidst the ruins, something impossible lay before him.

Sunrazor.

She had no business being here. Not alone. Not like this.

The golden mech in question was sitting on the scorched and energon covered ground. She leaned limply against a large chunk of metal, the ruined remains of either a building or a crashed starship. Her head was bowed, gaze hidden from Cometeaters current position. But she was still, extremely so. Unsettlingly so. It almost didn’t feel like the same mech. Sunrazor the conquering and unnatural commander was nowhere in sight. Only some shell remained.

It didn’t even seem physically possible to find her like this, vulnerable and alone.

Killing her like this seemed almost too easy, like cheating. Not that Comet really minded cheating. His brothers had always fought dirty, and he’d learned quickly that survival meant doing the same. It wasn’t as if it was unfair to kill Sunrazor like this, if it had been Megatron instead no autobot would hesitate. She was a threat, she was dangerous, she deserved to die. If their positions were reversed, Sunrazor wouldn’t hesitate—she would gut him without a second thought. That was war. That was survival.

The sleek green figure expertly wove his way through the debris, stalking closer and closer to the fallen mech. Sunrazor had yet to look up or give any sign that she detected another’s presence.

Could she have been sleeping? Recharging out in the open like this?

Comet couldn’t help but pause and take a moment to look around for any sign of traps or other mechs hidden away to strike when he let his guard down. There was no one. Not a single other spark than the withering one before him. They were alone, isolated. He continued his approach, slower this time, even more cautious.

By the time he was just out of pouncing range Sunrazor abruptly shuddered into alertness. Her plating trembled as she lifted her head up wearily. The movement was sluggish, by the time she had lifted her head up completely Comet had already slid behind cover and out of her sight. Something was very wrong with her, that much was evident.

Even at a glance, she didn’t appear physically damaged—there were no gaping wounds, no shattered plating or leaking Energon pooling around her. But then… that sound.

Cometeater had never been one for mechanics—he didn’t need to understand how Cybertronians worked to know how to take them apart—but he’d gutted enough of them, fought beside and against enough of them, to know that no engine should sound like that.

It was an awful noise.

A sickly cacophony of metal grating against metal, an unnatural thrumming beneath it, underscored by a soft, pained whine. Hissing. Ticking. And every so often, an eerie, jarring clank that made him prickle with discomfort.

Even Ratchet, for all his cold efficiency, would have lost his mind at the sound of it.

Cometeater cringed.

Sunrazor’s gaze lingered on the spot where he had stood, her expression distant, unreadable. Then, slowly, her optics shifted—tracing the shadows, searching through the wreckage with unsettling precision. Cometeater tensed as her gaze settled on the cover he’d slipped behind. Her eyes were a stark white color, not the usual fiery red.

And then, she spoke.

“I know you’re there, Cometeater,” there was a weird twinge of static that followed each syllable. Something between a smile and a snarl formed on her lips, “Out on a scouting mission I presume? Did Jazz send you out alone again?”

No, Jazz hadn’t sent him out this time. Prowl had asked him, not that it made it any better. But it was always satisfying for Comet when Sunrazor was wrong. When she didn’t know everything she thought she did.

She snickered, it sounded forced and almost painful. She slowly rested her helm back against the metal behind her, looking down her nose at where Comet was. She vented heavily, art hot enough to slightly steam exiting her mouth and vents. “You’d think he’s trying to get rid of you.”

The pretender didn’t react to the words, he had learned not to. Her words were meant to dig under his plating, to prod at whatever doubts she thought might fester there. But Cometeater wasn’t foolish enough to rise to the bait. He had made his choice. His brothers needed him, and he wouldn’t abandon them—not for her, not for anyone.

But he moved now, shifting slightly from his hiding place. He didn’t reveal himself fully, but he adjusted his weight, his stance subtly shifting into something more predatory. A challenge. A test.

Comet watched the titan from where he lay concealed in the shadows. He remained quiet allowing that wretched noise to fill the silence. There was something extremely wrong with whatever was going on, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to kill her anymore. He didn’t want to get close to her. Not when he wasn’t able to figure out what she had planned or what was going on.

Another tremor wracked her frame and she growled, teeth bore as her eyes flicking back to their familiar red hue. She let out another hissing breath through her clenched teeth. Her plating flared angrily but was quickly pressed back tightly against her frame—that must be why she looked smaller.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, expression slipping into something eerily neutral. She tilted her head slightly, patiently waiting for a response.

Cometeater remained tense, watching every strained movement, every malfunctioning twitch. He didn’t move, he didn’t breathe.

Sunrazor’s eyes flicked again, this time to something that might have been blue before settling with the unsettling blank white. Her engine stuttered, stalling for a few seconds before resuming its horrendous racket. She muttered something to herself, accent thick and heavy, mingling with the static and making it unintelligible. The golden clad mech took another heavy breath before pushing herself to her feet, she stumbled and leaned on the wreckage. She wasn’t facing Comet head on anymore.

Cometeater remained motionless, silently watching her. Every instinct screamed at him to move, to strike while she was weak, but something about this situation made his lines crawl. Sunrazor was… wrong. It wasn’t just her voice, distorted and laced with static. It wasn’t just the eerie, flickering glow of her eyes. It was something deeper, something unnatural.

She shouldn’t be standing.

Not with the way her internals wheezed and ground against each other, not with the way her frame trembled under strain and stress. It was obvious that for some reason she was overheating, the smell of hot metal thick in the air. By all means she should be defenseless. Yet, there she was—upright, wavering, but unmistakably still a threat.

“You’re stubborn, real stubborn, did you know that?” her voice almost didn’t sound like her own anymore. There was no calculation, no carefully selected tone or vague threat with the words. They were simply angry. Angry and pained. She smiled, somehow it was even more twisted than before. “Too stubborn for your own good.”

Comet pressed himself further against the metal that currently kept him from the prying white eyes of the golden mech. The smell of hot metal was overwhelming now, intoxicating. His first instinct told him to run. His second told him to strike. But something colder, something sharper, kept him rooted in place. A dangerous sense of curiosity.

Another tremor wracked her frame, more violent this time, and her knee buckled. She caught herself on the wreckage, but barely. Her claws dug into the twisted metal, scraping deep gouges into the already ruined surface. Sunrazor chuckled dangerously. It wasn’t humor. It wasn’t even defiance. It was something closer to resignation, like she was laughing at some cruel joke only she understood.

She looked over at Comet, “You are afraid.” Sunrazor didn’t say it like an accusation. More like a realization.

Cometeater didn’t know if he was afraid or fascinated; he was merely an observer to whatever was happening to the powerful mech. Was he afraid? He didn’t think so. For once, he was not afraid of her, he didn’t fear Sunrazor because like this she posed no real threat. She could hardly stand. Comet could easily outrun any attempted attack and her blasters had been discarded to the side.

But perhaps he was afraid of having to possibly watch something like this happen to Sunstreaker or Sideswipe. Was this natural? Was this something age related? Sunrazor seemed to be falling apart. Was this what happened when Cybertrinains got old? Were the twins destined to meet the same fate? He fought back a whimper at the thought. That is what scared him.

What scared him was if this was what was natural, that this was the closest thing to being alive and human that Sunrazor could be.

The behemoth flashed a toothy grin, “Yes, you are afraid… Just not of me.” She muttered under her breath again, quiet and menacing. A clawed hand grasped at her head, metal groaned. There was a pause and Sunrazor giggled at something.

Comet didn’t believe it, she giggled, actually giggled. It was far from innocent or cute, it was the opposite. It was demented and twisted. Maybe he was afraid of her. But this was a different kind of fear, not the kind you felt when thrown into an arena battle or when he was injured alone on enemy territory. This was something primitive, something primal that urged him to get away.

“Otherwise you would have attacked me by now, “ she began, her words were breathy and quiet, “I’d be dead right now. But you are afraid. Afraid of—”

She cut off with a sharp intake of breath as another violent tremor wracked her frame. Her plating flared out again, vents choking on the heat that poured off of her in waves. For a moment, she looked unsteady, fragile in a way that Sunrazor never should be.

Then, something inside her lurched.

A horrible, wet, metallic snap echoed in the silence, and Sunrazor jerked, her entire body locking up. She fell to her knees, growling. Her hands started moving before the Comet could register what was happening. Plates were shifting to reveal delicate internals that should not be that easily accessible. Sunrazor was willingly making herself vulnerable. That alone was off, but what the shifting plating revealed made Comet recoil.

It was all so utterly wrong it made him feel sick.

The insides of Cyybertronians weren’t supposed to look like that. He had torn into enough mechs to know what inside should look like. This should be no different, he should have felt hunger upon this sight, perhaps the urge to hunt? He didn’t. Cometeater wanted to gag.

Energon pooled from her chest as she glared down at her exposed internals Her spark was safely concealed and protected, but the other jumbled up internals were a glowing red, some of them obviously damaged. After a few moments of silence she reached into herself and grabbed something with a large clawed hand. She winced, tensing for a brief moment before harshly ripping it out.

Comet watched. He watched because he couldn't do anything else.

Sunrazor clutched whatever it was in her hand, more energon flowing down her front. Plates closed once again, returning to their original position of guarding her chest. Sunrazor had something close to a satisfied smile spread across her face, her eyes returned to their fiery red. She looked at the object, examining it for a few moments before discarding it to the side.

Her engine wasn’t making that noise anymore, Comet realized, blinking back his surprise harshly.

“Either Torrent is testing me again or he wants me dead,” Sunrazor stated, voice returning to something natural and less static filled. She smiled and looked up at Comet, “I suppose both our superiors are eager to get rid of the monsters in their ranks.”

Comet should have attacked, he should have ran or done something because Sunrazor was standing again. Despite the energon leaking between her plating she was standing and reaching for her blaster.

“You should have killed me when you had the chance.”

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OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYOGOSH-

This looks insane what

THE LIGHTING

AAAARRRGGGHHHHHHH

Im going to eat my phone. this is wild. Got me squealing over here.

The worm has received the message and I’m back to the drawing pad o7

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You updated this as I was reposting- the flat colors also look amazing I can’t

*breathes heavily*

I’m going to go do crimes.

Hunger pains

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The flat colors, a look at Comet's future design....

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Storyline: Mitz and Bella

Carnage scowled as he looked at the picture he was given. It showed the face of Israna Sunrazor, with a few details such as height, weight, and crimes scribbled on the back. And most importantly...the price. The head of the elf was worth a solid 3 million gold. “Kuuni! Come on. Hurry up. This one’s important.”

The Pandaren grumbled as she dragged her scythe on the ground, meeting up with the Kal’dorei standing at the door. “Yeah, yeah, fuckin’ whatever. Shit, do we really gotta fuckin’ do this? I’m not in the fuckin’ mood to go around with this shit, you know?” Carnage simply rolled his eyes at the Pandaren’s whining and glanced over at Augustus, who was reading a book. 

“Augustus. We’re heading out now. We have a contract to do. You don’t mind informing Vira when she returns, do you?”

The Human simply nodded after taking a small sip of his wine. “Of course. Don’t worry about it, I’ll be sure to let her know.” The Worgen nodded in appreciation and headed out the door, Kuuni grumbling as she followed. Each of them grabbed their pendants, slowly starting to fade away. A few moments would pass before they found themselves in the Ghostlands. 

“This is bullshit. We shouldn’t have to go off every two fucking hours to collect your stupid bounties, you stupid cunt.” Kuuni spat, holding her scythe over her shoulder as she looked around. “Of fuckin’ course we’re here again. Are we going to look for another stupid pirate whore you want to claim the head of? Some shitty corrupt guard? A dumb Troll or some shit?” 

“The second one.” Carnage started to walk off, slowly slipping into his Worgen form. “Stay here a minute. I need to see if something’s here.”

Kuuni groaned, rubbing the blade across her hand and letting a smirk spread across her face as she awaited her partner’s return.

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An Interview with the Queen

► Name? ➔   “Israna Sunrazor, but some know me better as Bella Rosalie. I'd prefer you call me Israna at this point.”

► Are you single? ➔ “Is there a term for 'reverse widowed'?”

► Are you happy? ➔   “No. I'm downright pissed, as you all should be, too.”

► Are you angry? ➔   “Of course, all the time. There is plenty to be upset about in this world.”

► Are your parents still married? ➔  “My mother's been dead for a long time and I only wish the other were too. My father's not married, for better or for worse for the female population.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Quel'Danas.”

► Hair Color ➔ “Black, like my father. It has that signature bluish sheen.”

► Eye Color ➔ “Green, glowing... yeah.”

► Birthday ➔ “March 4th. ...I missed my birthday by being too busy being dead. What a bummer.”

► Mood ➔ “Angry, usually. Sometimes placated, but only for a time.”

► Gender ➔ “Feminine, I guess. More feminine than masculine, anyway.”

► Summer or winter ➔ “Both are horrid, but I suppose Winter doesn't make me sweat as much in my armour.”

► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Morning. Some people are up, but the hedonists of Silvermoon don't often arise until noontime.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ “Love? I was in love. Then she left me because I died. I assume she hates me because I came back.”

► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ “Sure. Bis has talked to me endlessly about the hunks she sees on her travels, though I've never had that happen to me.”

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ “I suppose my wife did, though it was because of something that happened to me.” She chuckles in a hollow tone.

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart? ➔  “Not as far as I know. I've eaten some, though. Rich in flavour.”

► Are you afraid of commitments? ➔ “Absolutely not. Commitments are what keep communities together. People make commitments to me, and I keep my end of the bargains.”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “No. I have received some, though.”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer? ➔ “No, don't think so. Most people villainize me, as far as I'm concerned.”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “No? That doesn't even make sense.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “If I had to choose one, love, but I'm not ready for anything, right now.”

► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Dogs are much more useful.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “The Court is based on the idea of 'a few best friends'. I'm not sure what I'd do if that number increased.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “A wild night out. Go big or go home.”

► Day or night ➔ “Night. There's much more you can do.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out? ➔ “Yes, a few times, but never by my father.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs? ➔ “Multiple times...”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “I'm not typically that envious, but I'd be lying that I didn't want Putress back after his death, and I'd be lying now if I said I didn't want my wife back by my side.”

► Wanted to disappear ➔ “Sometimes, but not for the 'typical' reason.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes? ➔ “People's eyes are a gateway unto their soul, or so they say. In any case, eyes are infinitely more interesting than a smile.”

► Shorter or Taller? ➔ “...fuck you, alright?”

► Intelligence or Attraction? ➔  “Intelligence is important, but it's more important you're passionate about something.”

► Hook-up or Relationship? ➔ “Hook-ups are pointless. It's much better to have a relationship with someone.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along? ➔ “My mother's dead, my father deserves to be, Aluca finds me a personal family blight. My ex-wife finds me repulsive. Suuri is the only one remotely positive about my condition, and she's my father's puppet, so. Her mother's no better.”

► Would you say you have a “messed up life”? ➔ “Compared to some, yes, I'd say I do.”

► Have you ever ran away from home? ➔ “Absolutely. That's how I ended up working for the R.A.S.”

► Have you ever gotten kicked out? ➔ “A few times, when my father was mad at me. I was never any danger, however. I got kicked out of Undercity during the battle, and I nearly got kicked out of Silvermoon.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends? ➔ “If you hate a friend, they're not a friend.”

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends? ➔ “Of course. If they weren't my friends, why would I keep them around?”

► Who is your best friend? ➔ “That's a hard choice to make. It's a toss up between Katrina and Feloth, to be fair.”

► Who knows everything about you? ➔ “Myself. The Light. I doubt anyone else would, though Feloth knows the most.”

Tagged by: @i-phoenix

Tagging: Have you not done it yet? Have you done it but not for all of your characters yet? Boop! You're tagged!

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I ummm…. I slipped and drew more of my OC’s haha….

We’re pretending I know what I’m doing lol

Ngl… I’m not really sure if I like that sketch but the hands look alright. So there’s that.

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So… we have Sunrazor (the one with the lights) and I think I showed the other character earlier but never really explained who they were.

I’ll be honest I’m still trying to sort out their design and role. But- their name is Overstrike, and she’s some kind of bomber plane… basically, a military plane that’s bigger than the typical fighter jet cause I think that’s fun.

I think the best way to explain their relationship is the typical Harley Quinn and Joker kinda vibe? Overstrike is obsessed with Sunrazor, who doesn’t feel the same way but uses this affection to manipulate and control the other.

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I’m sorry. I have not actually made anything today (writing or drawing wise) because I took them to the zoo…. Not cause I’ve been moping around all day. That would be wild.

The play date went well.

This is with @thebrokenmechanicalpencil’s OC, Comet!

Echo was just excited to hang out. Sunrazor wanted to go to the museum instead.

Comet really liked the bugs. Especially the beetles

Sunrazor did like the Rhino’s though. They’re kinda like dinosaurs.

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Transformer OC lore:

You guys know that one part from the song “would you fall in love with me again?” From Epic the Ithaca saga???? That part????

That but with my gals Valkyrie and Sunrazor.

Basically we have that moment but instead of "oh yippee they're together again.” It's more like "oh my goodness they're finally-oh. Oh. Wait. No. Take it back. Where's the undo button."

Thought I should share that with everyone.

This is me looking through my drafts for something to throw up here because I’m working on so many projects and adhd demands I do them all at once instead of finishing them one at a time

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This was the boy. I’m finally drawing Leoblast (I’ve drawn him like 3 times before) he’s the little bear looking dude, he also happens to be a Guardian model.

Part two!

I was rewatching some Buzzfeed unsolved and was reminded of them

This is Echo and Leoblast, they are best friends. Got little nicknames for each other and everything.

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Another little chapter thing. Originally I was gonna hold back on writing this part but @thebrokenmechanicalpencil’s little blurb they wrote got me thinking about it more and I have very poor self control.

This is Pre-war stuff btw.

So yeah, Sunrazor digs her own grave in this one.

Sunrazor’s expression remained neutral as she stood stock still in the dimly lit corridor, her gaze remained fixed on the empty space in front of her. The quiet of the hallway was a stark contrast to the bustling energy it usually held, the flicker of the fluorescent lights above the only sound that echoed in the otherwise still air. With the rising threat of a war on the horizon she had been finding herself on more and more shifts. Mechs didn’t feel safe, the solution seemed to be to put even more guards everywhere.

If she had her way she would be far away from here.

Both herself and Valkyrie. Sunrazor had found a ship willing to take them off Cybertron and away from the conflict, somewhere where they would be safe and out of harm's way. Maybe Sunrazor could have finally gotten her chance to explore the countless organic worlds that had always intrigued her. For the longest time that had been her only goal. To somehow find a way on a cruiser that would take her to worlds full of green. Until then she could spend her spare time in the gardens, appreciating the plant life there.

But then Valkyrie came waltzing into her life and Sunrazor’s priorities changed.

Valkyrie wanted to stay on Cybertron, she wanted to fight to preserve life here. She was planning on joining the Autobots. She was choosing a side and getting involved. Valkyrie had always wanted to be something more than some rich mech from Towers. It seemed she believed that to become a soldier was the way to go about this. It was a reckless and stupid idea.

The pastel mech had no combat experience, she had never been in a life or death situation like that before. Valkyrie had never even held a blaster in her life–Sunrazor refused to let her mess with her own, if something were to happen she would never forgive herself–Whatever had possessed her to sign up for battle was going to get her killed. Valkyrie wasn’t made for combat.

So, Sunrazor would do what she always did, what she was built for. Sunrazor would guard and protect. She would follow Valkyrie wherever she went and keep her out of trouble. Even if it meant she would never get to see those foreign worlds. It wouldn’t be worth it if Valkyrie wasn’t there by her side. Sunrazor wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she left her Conjunx alone in a warzone.

The clicking of metal footfall on freshly polished floors echoing around the empty space reminded Sunrazor what exactly she was meant to be doing right now.

Sunrazor used her peripheral vision to eye the mech as they approached, unwilling to turn her head. She kept her posture rigid and still, every part of her alert, every sensor tuned to the presence of the newcomer. It was late but not unreasonable for someone to be out. They were most likely returning to their room from a party or event.

They walked past Sunrazor, offering her a glance before stopping suddenly and doing a double take. After confirming whatever it was they were thinking about they turned to face her.

Sunrazor stared forward, outside the window, at the brilliant lights of the city below.

The mech–who was not carrying any obvious weapons–calmly approached her as if they had known each other. They sauntered over towards her until they stood just a few feet from her–close enough that she may not be able to react fast enough to disarm them if they were to pull out a knife. They smiled lazily.

“Your Valkyrie’s Conjunx right? Sunrazor was it?” He asked, leaning casually against the wall.

Finally Sunrazor allowed herself to look at him, still not moving her head, only flicking her eyes in his direction. He seemed ordinary enough–as ordinary as you could get when dealing with the elite– thin colorful plating built with elegance in mind. He seemed familiar, she had definitely seen him around before.

When she spoke her voice was steady and controlled, “Do you need something?”

“Oh, not really,” He began examining his finish, “People talk you know? Rumor going around that Valkyrie is joining the Autobots!”

Sunrazor knew better than to give him a real answer, it would only fuel the gossip. Valkyrie had talked about it, she had never confirmed, she was still undecided. She was leaning towards one side, sure, but that wasn’t Sunrazor’s news to share. She looked back out the window, “Is that what they’re saying?”

The mech nodded and hummed, “My name is Torrent, by the way, I work for the Autobots, see?” He proudly brandished a red Autobot insignia, Sunrazor glanced at it before returning her attention to the window. Torrent seemed unphased by her lack of enthusiasm, as if this kind of interaction was nothing new to him. He leaned in slightly, studying her with a curious, almost amused expression.

“I think both you and I know she’s not cut out for that kind of work,” he said in a low tone. He had leaned in even closer, uncomfortably close, closer than residents were allowed to get to the guards without a good reason. He was close enough that he had flinched back when her plating flared slightly without her consent when he spoke.

Torrent failed to get the message and his smirk only grew. He had gotten the reaction he wanted from her. He seemed far too pleased with himself. “I would have thought that as her conjunx you would try and stop her,”

Sunrazor chose to remain silent, she had no idea what he was trying to gain from this. It was safer for her to just wait until he lost interest.

“You do want to protect your Conjux don’t you?” Torrent poke smoothly, eloquently, just like other Tower’s mechs did. Unlike the others, however, it lacked the condescending tone it often held. There was something else in his voice, something that Sunrazor couldn’t name.

The guard almost laughed at the question, she would have in different company. Instead she narrowed her eyes and forced herself not to react violently to the insulting question, “Of course I do,”

Torrent smiled. “And you’ve convinced yourself to follow her haven’t you? That you can protect her,”

Sunrazor’s gaze hardened, the faintest flicker of a flare in her plating. If she could have, she would have walked away from this already, but her shift wouldn’t end for a while and she couldn’t abandon her post. The silence must have answered for her.

“And what happens when you can’t protect her?” Torrent asked, the words should have sounded crueler. Like most nobles he seemed to have the uncanny ability of making threats and insults sound like nothing.

It didn’t stop her from tightening her grip on her blaster, the momentary way her plating pressed tighter against herself. Of course she had thought about it, about what would happen if she were to fail, if she wouldn’t be enough. It haunted her, it's why she wanted to get away. What if she wasn’t fast enough?

His voice slipped into that dangerously calm as he leaned in even further. “I’ve seen mechs like you before. Loyal, obedient...to a fault. But loyalty can only get you so far when you’re dealing with real power. You’re still playing the role of protector, Sunrazor, but the game has already changed.”

Deep down she knew, Sunrazor knew he was right. She hated it. She would only be able to take so many hits before she herself would fall. Then who would protect Valkyrie? She wasn’t the strongest, or the fastest, or smartest, she didn’t have impressive firepower or tank grade plating. Sunrazor was built to protect, to wait and watch over, analyze for threats and react when needed.

There was a difference between being built for battle and being built to guard.

Torrent watched her thoughtfully as the brutal reality hit her. Valkyrie wasn’t built for combat and in a way, neither was she. Not to this degree. It would be inevitable, she would fall short and Valkyrie would suffer for it.

“I can help you,” he stated, head tilting slightly. “I’ve got connections,”

“They’re making a special little program that focuses on taking mechs like you–loyal, strong, experienced, and full of untapped potential—and it enhances everything you already have. It could make you powerful enough to truly protect her,” Torrent had leaned back after he had finished, finally giving her enough space to breathe, but didn’t pull away entirely. He watched her expectantly.

She stood there, staring out at the glowing cityscape below, trying to focus on the lights, on something other than the words that had just been spoken. But the thoughts came to her regardless. No matter how hard she tried to shield Valkyrie, there would always be threats bigger than her. There would always be enemies who could break through her defenses.

But the idea of becoming more—of being able to keep Valkyrie safe, to truly protect her in the way she needed—tempted her. Could she be more? Could she become strong enough? Sunrazor shifted slightly, her fingers tightening even more on her blaster. She didn't speak, Torrent didn't need her to.

Torrent continued, his tone almost coaxing, “A mech like you, with the right enhancements, could become a force unlike anything you’ve ever imagined. You’ll be the perfect protector. No one will be able to touch her, not with you standing by her side.”

Sunrazor’s fingers flexed around the grip of her blaster, the familiar weight of the metal grounding her. She didn’t trust him. She didn’t trust anyone who offered power like this—like it was a solution to all her problems, like it was the answer to everything she couldn’t control. But the temptation lingered in the back of her mind, a whisper that couldn’t be easily silenced.

“You already know the right answer,” Torrent said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “There’s only one way to keep her safe, to ensure it,”

She knew what was being offered. To rise to a level where she could be the shield Valkyrie needed, without limitation, without fear. Sunrazor could be the one who always stayed one step ahead, who always protected Valkyrie from everything. Then she would be safe. And when the war ended they could move on, then they could explore what lies beyond.

Neither of them could afford to die.

The guard shifted, finally turning her head to face the other. Torrent watched her carefully. Sunrazor knew what she had to do.

For Valkyrie’s sake.

“What do I need to do?”

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VALENTINES DAY POST (I mean kinda? Not really)

(Hopefully part one as long as the motivation stays to finish my other stuff in time)

Yeah, just my OCs Valkyrie and Sunrazor being idiots in love

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OC art dump: I’m having a great time

I’m not really sure how I feel about the last one tbh.

More under the cut lol

POV: your short

Fear not, it’s not prowl, just another OC (I have too many send help).

Also not sure if the second one down here really…. looks right… but whatever

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The big one I keep drawing over and over again is Sunrazor. She’s yellow… I know it’s not a great or creative name but I only have my sister to help me. I’m at a disadvantage here.

Even tho she’s fricken massive her alt mode is a pick up truck.

But like- this might just be my region showing- yall know the big souped up trucks? The ones that are lifted and have huge wheels and LED lights. A fancy bush-guard, extra lights on top, a floodlight on the back. No muffler, a toolbox, usually blasting music. Those ones??? Does anyone else know what I’m talking about?

So, yeah, I image her alt mode is the Cybertronian version of that. Big souped up truck. Which is actually disproportionately small compared to her… I’m using the same logic that says Megatron can transform into a tiny little pistol for this. Look I don’t make the rules.

If I wanna make a giant truck transformer I can make a giant truck transformer. I just need her to be able to throw people around.

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Originally I was gonna put my “I’m kinda upset that there are no Transformers with a pickup truck as an alt mode so I had to make one myself” Rant here along with my “Micheal Bay Ironhide doesn’t count and here’s why” rant but that got long and I don’t think people wanna hear about truck classifications

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I’m putting this here to connect all of my OC stuff lol

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While I’m working on an actual mini comic between Sunrazor and Cometeater. @thebrokenmechanicalpencil’s OC (Srry to tag you there. This is unrelated to you lol)

Have more of my OC’s.

But some actual lore???? Well kinda… not really. Just a little mini comic I made a bit ago with two of the characters.

Basic summary, Sunrazor wasn’t always the way she is.

It was better before

Don’t ask me how or why it’s raining. I was just like “they enjoy the rain together???? Do cute couple things and go play in rain???” Originally I was gonna make them dance in the rain but that was a lot of work.

Yeah, so the other character in this is Valkyrie.

Fun fact about her: my sister indulges me and when I was first creating my OC’s she wanted to make one too. So she created Valkyrie and then we were all silly goofy haha- what if they kissed????

It spiraled from there.

They never officially split up. It’s a long story but for a hot minute Valkyrie was convinced that Sunrazor was dead. And Sunrazor was not having a fun time.

Still working on exactly how things went down.

I know what happens… it’s just how it happens is the part I’ve gotta finish up.

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This has @thebrokenmechanicalpencil’s OC Comet in it!!!

Let me sit and imagine a world where the canon event doesn’t happen because I need to feel joy instead of looming dread when writing fluff. Please no angst. I will actually die if we put angst in this. Have mercy on me.

They are so sleepy

I’m countering her being upset he ate another guard with “oh, but this is my charge.” Yk how I mentioned that they’d do that? They would sacrifice another member of their family group for what they are assigned to protect and the member would be like “yeah alright. Fair. I would do the same. Still love you.” Not saying she be happy about it, especially if she could have done smth to prevent it but…

I had also mentioned that when they get emotionally attached to things that they watch over (tiny organic children would be a big one) they see their role as the protector as something sacred. That’s why they aren’t allowed to interact much with the people that they work for. It causes issues with their reliability.

Sunrazor’s sole purpose in life now is to keep her wife and three kids safe and happy.

She would go find morally wrong people (Dropmix and Torrent watch out) and be like “son, I have hunted and gathered for you” and Valkyrie just gives her this look.

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On the other side of the spectrum. Comet has to worry about this small creature just throwing herself at things to fight. She’s gotta protect him.

Comet is like, it’s cute but… please stop. Where are your survival instincts? Are you actually trying to die? I can take care of myself.

That’s what the backpack is for.

Baby Sunrazor is determined she’ll win said fights though. She don’t understand that she is small and that she has weaknesses. So yeah, she’ll sit there and growl at anything and everything that comes close to Comet… until they do smth scary and she just freezes.

Locked joints bro… she’s not old enough to fully embrace her fight response (otherwise they would never make it to adulthood). Baby Guardians have a freeze response instead… which sucks when they are constantly provoking stuff.

I never finished the second doodle but I kinda lost motivation. Enjoy

He has no idea what he’s gonna tell the twins.

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This one is a little shorter. But I also don’t like it all that much. Someone here sucks at dialogue and it shows haha

Im good at writing mental breakdowns and that’s about it…. Don’t think about that too much. I read Les mes (as previously mentioned) and those were my favorite parts of the book.

WARNINGS!: I mean there’s a description of how someone died… idk if it’s graphic but. Yk violence… death…

Valkyrie lay numbly on the medberth as Dropmix—a hulking, black-and-red medic—fussed quietly over her wounds. His movements were surgical, yet every motion seemed to carry the weight of something more. A care that felt too gentle for someone in the middle of a warzone.

And then there was the music. Always, the music. When Dropmix was around, there was always this quiet hum—gentle, melancholic notes that were soothing, an unexpected constant amidst the chaos. Valkyrie had never imagined she'd come to associate the medical bay with quiet music, but over the years, the melodies had become as ingrained in her mind as the scent of antiseptic.

“What’d you get yourself into?” Dropmix asked, pulling Valkyrie from her thoughts. He looked up at her from where he was currently cleaning up the welds from where he had reattached a leg earlier. He looked at her expectantly.

Valkyrie didn’t respond immediately, her mind heavy with the image of Bluerunner’s lifeless body. Of Sunrazor, standing above him, an energon soaked boot pressing mercilessly against Bluerunner as her attention drifted elsewhere. Like he had been nothing.

Usually, Valkyrie might have smiled and waved it off as just a standard battle injury. A Decepticon got the upperhand on her for a moment, or she didn’t react fast enough. She didn’t though, she couldn’t bring herself to smile and laugh it off. Bluerunner was dead because she didn’t shoot, because she froze. He was dead and somehow, Sunrazor lived.

She shrugged.

Dropmix huffed slightly at her lackluster response. He placed down his tool on a small tray nearby—Valkyrie could have sworn the music got quieter—and leaned forward, resting his weight on his arm, and gave her a look. The one that said "At this point, I might as well be a therapist."

“Does it have something to do with Bluerunner?” his voice was calm, though tinged with an edge of understanding,

Valkyrie didn’t bother to respond. It did have to do with Bluerunner. He was gone. She had dealt with loss plenty of times, it wasn’t new, but he had always been there. Through it all, Bluerunner had been there to help and comfort. He was the one to pull her together after she lost Sunrazor— no, she didn’t lose her. Sunrazor was alive.

But Bluerunner was dead.

“Valkyrie,” Dropmix said softly, “I’m here. You can talk to me,”

But she couldn’t. Not yet. Not about Bluerunner, not about the guilt that was strangling her from the inside out. How would she even begin to explain Sunrazor? What she was before and what she became. Valkyrie would rather do anything than admit her own faults, her failure to save Bluerunner, to help Sunrazor. Instead, she turned her attention to the music, a soft deflection.

“Where do you even get your music?” Valkyrie asked, her voice strained, trying to push away the weight of everything she couldn’t say. She needed a distraction. She needed to escape, even if only for a moment.

The look he gave her was a knowing one. Dropmix was aware of her deflecting, dancing round the topic. For some reason, he didn't do anything about it. He indulged her attempt to distract. He still answered her.

“Dubious contacts,” he said, the words flat but with a trace of humor. Then his expression shifted, something darker flashing in his eyes before he looked back at his work, a weight behind his gaze she couldn’t ignore.

She watched Dropmix, his hands moving methodically as he checked the welds on her repaired leg. He was so calm, so steady, as if the chaos of war, of loss, didn’t touch him at all. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe he had found a way to keep the world at arm's length, to turn everything into background noise while he worked, while he healed. Would it have made much of a difference for him if Bluerunner had survived and she had been the one killed?

“Dubious contacts,” she repeated his words softly, testing the response. Valkyrie returned her gaze to the ceiling and allowed her thoughts to wander. The image of Bluerunner's lifeless body lingered in her mind as Dropmix worked, the memories flooding back like a tidal wave.

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“Bluerunner!” she screamed, voice raw and static filled. She stumbled forward from the temporary cover she had found, towards where something was approaching her friend. “Watch out!”

“What-” the deep blue mech began, looking up at Valkyrie—not at the danger—but never got to finish. Within moments a large metal boot had crashed down onto his back, crushing the small thrusters there.

Valkyrie stumbled, tripping on the discarded body of some poor bot. She crashed to the ground, her wrist twisting painfully beneath her as she tried to cushion her fall. She bit back a cry of pain but kept her eyes fixed on Bluerunner. No, no, no.

“NO!” She could hear her voice box crackle as it strained. “Bluerunner!”

He was struggling now, desperate to free himself, pushing against the foot that kept him pinned. His hands scratched at the metal, reaching for the gun he had dropped, just out of reach. Bluerunner writhed under the growing pressure, shuddering as he was pressed further into the ground below, armor groaning as it buckled beneath the weight.

Valkyrie pushed herself up, ignoring the sharp pain that shot through her arm. She had to reach him. She had to do something. “Bluerunner, hold on!” She ran towards him, she wouldn’t get there in time. She raised her blaster up, taking aim at the Decepticon.

At Sunrazor, her processor corrected— wait what?

The sickening crack of metal finally giving under pressure was the only answer, followed by a cut-off scream that tore through the air.

Bluerunner stopped moving.

The mech that couldn’t be Sunrazor—because Sunrazor was dead, she’d been dead for a long time now—stood over Bluerunner’s body, energon smeared over their plating, grime and dust gathering in the seams. There was no expression on their face. There was no recognition, no flicker of life as they stared at another mech, raising a massive blaster and firing with earth-shattering intensity.

Valkyrie halted and the Decepticon’s attention snapped to her. The pastel mech could feel her joints lock up, she nearly fell. She knew that mech, she would know her anywhere. No matter how long it may have been, no matter how different. She loved that mech.

To Valkyrie’s horror, it was Sunrazor who stood proudly before her, stained in her friend's energon and gaze unforgiving. With growing dread, she saw the same mech who had once been her anchor, the same one who had once looked at her with love and wonder, now standing before her as this twisted mockery of the Sunrazor she had once known.

Her finger lingered on the trigger, trembling with a brutal tension, but Valkyrie’s own body betrayed her, frozen in place.

How was Valkyrie expected to shoot her? How could she pull that trigger, knowing it was the same mech who had whispered vows of love to her, who did love her—who she had loved with every fiber of her being. How could she hurt the same mech she had grieved and had begged for just one more day with?

Primus must have been a cruel god, granting her this chance only to twist it, to mutilate and distort everything she had once known. To take someone so gentle and turn them into something monstrous.

Sunrazor lowered her gun ever so slightly, something itching at her expression, intense fiery gaze locked onto Valkyrie’s own but… She almost seemed confused. For the briefest of moments she almost seemed lost, as if she couldn’t make sense of Valkyrie.

Valkyrie hated how something akin to hope twisted within her.

But Sunrazor blinked and the dangerous red was replaced with a blinding white. Her expression twisted into something feral. Pointed teeth bared in an angry snarl. Her engine revved with a thunderous roar, plating flared. The metal of her gun groaned as her grip tightened. There was something unnatural with how she lifted it to take aim.

The pastel mech should move, she needed to move. Her feet remained firmly planted on the ground as she stared up at Sunrazor—Sunrazor who was alive and standing in front of her. Who had promised so, so many years ago that she would protect her, that she would never hurt her—Valkyrie didn’t even try to dodge the blast, it had been Saberfire who shoved her back into motion. Despite the speedsters' haste, blinding pain erupted in Valkyrie’s hip.

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The music, ever present, decrescendoed into a soft lullaby, almost imperceptible now—its subtle change in tone seemed to match the gentle shift in Dropmix’s focus as he worked. He didn’t need to speak; the melody said it all. The silence stretched between them, but it was a comfortable one, the kind where Valkyrie could almost forget where she was for a moment. Almost. She could hear Dropmix moving, his steady hands never faltering.

Dropmix had known Bluerunner, had cared for him, had healed him. Yet he acted as if nothing had happened, like no tragedy had occurred. He acted no differently from the other times Valkyrie had found herself in his care.

"How do you do it?" she asked quietly, "How do you just… carry on?"

The medic looked up at her, face carefully neutral, “What do you mean?”

Valkyrie ignored the twist of frustration and offense that coursed through her at the statement. She let a frown tug at the corners of her mouth, “Bluerunner! He was one of your patients! You knew him, you took care of him and now he’s gone and it's like… it's like…”

The pastel mech trailed off, the once intense betrayal and irritation fading into numbness once again. She looked away from him, staring at a cabinet instead. When she finally spoke again it was barely over a whisper “How are you able to just keep going?”

Dropmix was silent for a few moments, contemplating his reply. The music trailed on in a gentle lulling. Eventually he shook his head. He sighed softly, setting down his tools with deliberate care.

“I don’t really know how to answer that,” His voice was quieter now, his usual warmth tinged with something more solemn. There was hesitance in his voice as he continued, “If I don't keep going, more mechs will get hurt, more would suffer. I can’t let that happen,”

Valkyrie turned her head slightly, unwilling to meet his eyes, though she felt the weight of his words like a blanket across her chest. Dropmix didn’t rush her, allowing the silence to hang between them, the unspoken understanding thick in the air. Any other day she may have attempted to press for more, to figure out what exactly happened. Today was not that day however, Valkyrie was in no position to press.

“The world doesn’t stop when you fall apart,” he finished, his tone more matter-of-fact than anything else.

Part of her wanted to ask him how he could stand the constant cycle of loss, of mending only for things to break again. Valkyrie wanted to demand how he could still care, still tend to the broken, while carrying the weight of so many souls lost. How could he continue knowing he had failed them?

Just like how she had failed Bluerunner. How she had somehow failed Sunrazor—allowed her to become… that thing.

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@thebrokenmechanicalpencil I’m so sorry. I was gonna make more fluff but… yeah.

I actually don’t have a reason for writing this. But I had fun, got to write some angst instead of working on the next part of the Pre-war plot. And since I still can’t decide on what time I’m going to focus on I’m just going over parts I already have lol.

This would probably be more impactful if I waited until later… but I wrote it now so enjoy.

Forget Me Not’s are such a small flower, huh?

WARNINGS!!!: there is a lot of angst. Loss of self? Girlie is literally getting torn soft? It’s not very visually descriptive tho.

Sunrazor felt herself tearing apart at the seams. Everything burned.

Her processors screamed, suffocating under raw, unsorted data. It was everywhere, all at once, eating away at her thoughts. Her pain receptors burned like a wildfire. Restraints dug into her plating, leaving her at the mercy of the figures that loomed above. New directives and foreign coding pressed upon the edges of her processor, suffocating her.

Machines forced her breath steady.

Her systems buzzed erratically, fighting against the invasive code that tried to rewrite everything she had known. Protection, loyalty, and service had been directives hardcoded into her core. They had never faltered before, they were steadfast and unwavering—until now. Now, those bonds were being twisted, restructured, manipulated into something foreign, hostile, and wrong.

The mental strain was unbearable. Every thought was hazy and distorted. Sunrazor struggled to process everything, all of the data being thrust upon her along with the assault on her processor. Had it not been for the large fans basting cold air on her from above there was no doubt she would have overheated from stress by now.

Torrent’s commands seeped in like poison, twisting her thoughts until she couldn’t tell where she ended and the code began. It was maddening. She should know what was her and what was not. Sunrazor couldn’t fight back without the risk of damaging herself even more.

I protect.

The phrase burned in her mind, a mantra that had once been her foundation. Protect her charge. Protect Valkyrie. Protect the others. Protect. Protect. But there was a new command—no, a new truth—whispering louder with each passing moment.

Obey.

She recoiled internally, her processor screaming in protest as the word burrowed deeper into her subconscious. It fought to override her instincts, forcing her to abandon everything she had been built to believe in. What little was left of her plating shuttered and pressed against herself. A whine died in her throat as her systems reminded her that her vocalizer had been disabled.

Every flicker of a memory, every familiar thread of her past, was being systematically erased, overwritten by the cold, calculating order of compliance. All of the soft and gentle moments of before seemed to crackle and fade, empty static replacing them.

Evenings spent surrounded by the others—Powercase, Blight, Torque, Rapidstrike, Viliglox, Brimstone—all piling on top of eachother to recharge or watch a film. Watching the gardeners tend to the plants. Learning to dance with Valkyrie. All of it threatened to disappear like they had never mattered in the first place.

Sunrazor wanted to scream.

She didn’t want to forget. They could take her body and her mind and repurpose it for whatever they wanted. She didn’t care if they tore her apart only to rebuild her a thousand times over. But she didn’t want to forget. Not them. Anything but that. She wanted to beg that they leave the memories it tact, to let her remember.

Torrent’s onslaught of coding remained merciless and unwavering. His mental assault became even more focused once it had discovered the weakness. It attacked the very thing her fraying mind was struggling to latch onto. The more he reprogrammed her, the harder it became to remember why she fought in the first place.

Valkyrie.

Her mind screamed the name, the image of her conjunx flaring in her thoughts like a bright light trying to pierce through the fog. Her Conjunx, her world. She was everything. It was a lifeline, something to hold onto, a thread of who she had been. She had to fight for her. Valkyrie needed her. She needed Sunrazor to protect her.

But the moment the image formed, it was shattered by a cascade of new instructions. Forget her. She is irrelevant. You are mine.

Pain seared through her processor and body alike. It threatened to melt her plating and make her paint blister and peel. Sunrazor was open and exposed. They were touching and tearing and ripping her. They did not leave a single part of her unscathed, mentally or physically. It hurt. She wanted them to stop. Why wouldn’t they stop? Could they not hear her—

She needed to stay focused on not forgetting, not losing. Her body didn’t matter, they could have it. They could use it for whatever they needed it for. What mattered was the memories, Valkyrie.

FORGET HER.

OBEY.

Sunrazor’s processor burned with the conflicting commands. Forget—Remember—Obey—Fight. The harder she fought to hold onto the memories, the more they slipped away. They wilted and shriveled under her iron grip like delicate flowers.

Each time she clung to them, something inside her screamed in protest. Every time she let go of the memories something else screeched and recoiled. There was no winning. Conflicting orders tore at her mind in a constant maddening game of tug-of-war.

Forget, but don’t forget.

The new directives pressed against her thoughts like an unrelenting weight. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold it before she finally gave out. Her memories of Valkyrie and the others flickered and twisted, turning into nothing more than ghosts of a life she could no longer grasp.

Was it even her life to begin with? Were these Sunrazor’s memories or were they just fantasies her mind had created? Did these people actually exist? Or had her mind bore them into existence just to give her something to hold onto? Did the memories belong to Torrent?

No, he was trying to erase them. They couldn’t be his. They belonged to Sunrazor, they were from before. The memories were of real people. People she cared about. Valkyrie was real, she had to be. She was real and Sunrazor loved her more than anything. And Valkyrie was counting on her to come back to…

What was it she was meant to do?

Protect.

Yes, that’s what it was. Sunrazor was a guardian. She was built to protect. Valkyrie was counting on her to protect her. She had to protect—

No, Obey.

That was right. She needed to obey. To listen—

No. That was Torrent. Not Sunrazor. She didn’t have to listen, she didn’t have to obey, Valkyrie had shown her that. There was more to life than just serving. She was worth something, something more than just her body and labor. She could be more.

Torrent was helping her become more. She should listen to Torrent. He had promised to help Sunrazor become enough. He was going to make her become more so she could… she could… Protect. That's it. So she could protect Valkyrie.

So, why was he trying to make Sunrazor forget?

Every memory was tainted, every instinct questioned. Her very being was under siege. Sunrazor was designed to be loyal, to be unshakable. But loyal to who? Who was she meant to listen to when they both demanded different things? How was she expected to obey when Valkyrie and Torrent couldn’t agree on what she was meant to do?

Sunrazor was loyal to her conjunx—the word seemed to sting within her processor—not to Torrent. She needed to remember, not to forget. She didn’t want to forget, she wanted to remember. She had to remember who Sunrazor was.

Sunrazor was a guardian, she worked in towers as a sentry. She had a family of six other guardians, they were safe, they were her home. She couldn’t remember their names. She had a Conjunx, her name was Valkyrie. Sunrazor liked the rain and the stars. She liked it when her post was in the gardens so she could… She didn’t remember why the gardens were important. Sunrazor wanted to board a starship and explore the countless worlds that lay beyond. She wanted to because… because… Why did she want to see them again?

It was becoming difficult to recall who she had been before.

The person she had been, the protector, the loyal guardian—was she gone already? Could she even fight this anymore? She had lost track of what was hers and what belonged to them. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could resist what Torrent was shoving into her processor. It hurt to fight it, everything hurts.

She couldn’t move or scream and Sunrazor just wanted them to stop. There was too much. The pain, the data her sensors were picking up, the invasive coding, the harsh lights. The sensations of them tearing her apart—rearranging her—to become something she’s not. It hurt.

Primus, it hurt.

In the midst of the agony, there was a moment of clarity. For a second the damaged and jumbled coding that was her processor seemed to make sense. A brief flicker of what she had been. Valkyrie’s face. The warmth of her presence. The promise to protect her, to stand by her side no matter the cost.

A surge. More than obedience—defiance. The final embers of who she was.

I protect.

The directive that they had implemented tried to smother it. Their commands tried to extinguish it before it was able to settle. But for a moment, just a moment, Sunrazor was able to cling to it. She fought against the torrent of control that was being forced into her mind. Her internal systems shook, her frame shuddering with the strain, but she resisted.

She lay trapped on the cold table, tied down, voice stolen, her mind carved apart like she was nothing. Sunrazor might have no control of what was happening or what she was becoming. She may have been at their mercy. The assaulting programming might have been overwhelming and she may have been losing. But she wasn’t gone yet.

Not completely.

But even as the last threads of her identity flickered and fought, she could feel the inevitable coming. How much longer could she hold out before the reprogramming overwhelmed her entirely? How much longer before there was nothing left of Sunrazor, the protector, and only the obedient shell remained?

She didn’t know. But she would keep fighting, keep trying, holding onto what she had been. Even if it was hopeless. Even if there was nothing left.

Sunrazor would keep fighting for her. She wouldn’t give up yet, not when she needed her.

Sunrazor just wished she could remember what her name was.

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Yeah, a little prewar chapter. It’s got a bit more world building surrounding the areas in it. Not too much tho.

I’m really just having fun with my gals.

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil, here’s my fluff. Wholesome Sunrazor content.

I wrote this while listening to “when he sees me” from the original broadway cast of Waitress. I’ve been itching to make an animatic with that song for ages but every time I sit down to do it I stare at my screen for thirty minutes then doom-scroll.

WARNINGS!! Hah, there are none. Just an idiot in love. Oh and me putting stuff in here so I hopefully don’t forget it for my exam tomorrow. You’ll know it when you see it. I actually know nothing about plants. Idk what I’m doing at an agriculture school.

Valkyrie hummed slightly as she quickly returned her communicator into her subspace. She rose from her seat at the bar counter with an effortless grace, the movement fluid and composed, and sauntered over to where Sunrazor was hunched on the floor. She looked over the larger golden mech’s shoulder thoughtfully, smiling fondly, her hands positioned behind her back as she leaned over.

Sunrazor didn’t pay the motion any attention. Instead, she focused more on the small tree-like houseplant she was actively crouched over. Her large hands cradling one of its fragile branches as she inspected it with a careful, almost reverent touch. The last thing she wanted to do was accidentally break it.

Despite how the Towers mech seemed to wait patiently for acknowledgement, Sunrazor could hear her fingers tapping each other as she waited. The golden mech paid it no mind. The entire reason she had risked coming over to Valkyrie’s personal apartment had been to see what was wrong with this plant. Valkyrie could be patient enough to at least let her do that before bombarding her with personal questions Sunrazor didn’t have the answers to.

She exhaled slowly, muttering to herself as her eyes scanned the plant’s condition. “Yeah, it’s definitely got gall,” Sunrazor mused aloud, eyes narrowing in concentration. “It looks like crown gall disease, probably a bacterial infection, Agrobacterium tumefaciens is usually the culprit.”

Sunrazor settled her weight backwards a bit, pulling her hand away from the plant and resting them on her thighs, “Was it repotted recently?” The guardian looked over her shoulder just in time to see Valkyrie blink back an expression of shock. Sunrazor almost jumped back when her helm almost collided with Valkyrie’s.

The pastel mech had rested a delicate hand on her shoulder and had leaned in further to look at the plant. Her brow furrowed and lip down turned in a small pout as she contemplated the information. Which was not adorable at all.

“Not too recently. I picked it up from the offworld importing center a few weeks ago and haven’t repotted it yet,” Valkyrie’s proximity had not changed at all as her face went from deep concentration to shocked, “Wait– you can tell all of that from just looking at it?”

“Well– I um– no? I mean– Kinda?” Sunrazor stumbled over her words, which was a great move on her part, really, Powercase would be so impressed. She hastily moved her head back down to look at the plant. Valkyrie shouldn’t have been so close to her, a mech of her standing shouldn’t be acknowledging her, let alone be friends with her! “Insects aren’t really a problem on Cybertron, at least not for a houseplant, so that just leaves bacterial and fungal galls. Crown gall is pretty common in woody plants, especially after they’ve been–”

Sunrazor cut herself off and blinked, “Sorry–you probably don’t wanna hear about that. I um– I can write down some treatments I’d recommend you use, if you’d like.”

Valkyrie looked over at Sunrazor, “Do you have plants of your own?”

Why hadn’t she backed up yet? Sunrazor suppressed the urge to lean away from the other or look at them, keeping her gaze firmly locked onto the plant. She shook her head slightly, “No, most plants have to be imported and I– well, you know— sentry salary and all that.”

Sunrazor tried to smile it off, but maybe she was forcing the smile just a bit too much? She didn’t know, she was never good at this, not like Blight or Powercase. Sunrazor watched the other from the corner of her eye for a reaction. The Towers mech had no idea what she was talking about, judging from how her expression had shifted, “Plants are expensive, I don’t earn enough to buy one.”

Primus, she was making this worse.

“Oh,” Valkyrie looked back down at the plant, removing her hand from Sunrazor’s shoulder.

She really was amazing at this, wasn’t she? Sunrazor just had to go and make it awkward, she could have just said no and left it at that! Instead she just had to bring up her work and how much money she made! Drawing attention to the fact that they should not be in a room alone together. They shouldn’t even be talking to each other! Sunrazor was going to get reassigned! What was she thinking? Why did she think this would ever-

“Well, you know a lot about them,” Valkyrie butted into Sunrazor’s thoughts, finally pulling away completely and stretching a bit. She looked down at the other, laughing softly “I really shouldn’t be surprised, considering how much time you spend in the gardens here!”

Sunrazor felt her eyes widen at the statement. It was true, on the rare occurrence that she did get a break she would spend her time in the Tower’s gardens. And she had been lucky enough to be added to the rotation list of sentries positioned in them. Valkyrie wasn’t wrong at all, she did spend a lot of time in the gardens.

But Valkyrie knew she did and Sunrazor hadn’t told her that.

That meant that Valkyrie had either been asking around for her, or had begun to actively seek her out. This Tower’s mech wanted something from Sunrazor and she couldn’t figure out what it was, and if she didn’t figure it out soon she was going to get into trouble. Was she trying to get her reassigned? Was she looking for friendship? For something more? Sunrazor clenched her jaw tightly, she needed to write down what Valkyrie should use to treat the plant and get out of here before she messed up.

The pastel mech was looking at her communicator again, “A couple friends and I were planning on going to the arena in Polyhex soon, but one of them canceled so now we’ve got an extra ticket. I know you're pretty busy, but would you want to come?”

She looked innocently up from the communicator and at Sunrazor. Who was staring at her in shock now, limbs locked painfully into place and she struggled to process what had just been offered.

Valkyrie—a Towers mech—wanted to take Sunrazor—some random guardian sentry—to go watch gladiator matches with her other Towers mech friends.

Sunrazor’s thoughts spiraled. This couldn’t be real. No one would believe her. Not in a million years. She opened her mouth, trying to find the words, but they escaped her, leaving her struggling to respond, her voice stuck somewhere between disbelief and utter confusion. She blinked harshly as Valkyrie waited for a response. After several beats of silence Sunrazor finally managed to find her voice, “I uh– I can’t go.”

Smooth. Real smooth Sunrazor, now she’s going to think you don't want to hang out with her. The golden mech would have kicked herself had she not still been crouched on the floor. She could feel her fans start to pick up as plating pressed against her. Sunrazor unlocked her joints and quickly stood up to face Valkyrie. She ignored the various popping and groaning of her protesting frame, “It's not that I wouldn’t want to go or anything!”

Sunrazor was stammering, speaking way too quickly than she should have, “I just can’t! I’m a guardian, we aren't allowed to attend!” She deserved a gold star for how well this conversation was going.

Valkyrie raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting slightly as she processed Sunrazor’s words, looking the towering mech up and down. For a moment, there was only a quiet tension in the air.

“You’re not allowed?” Valkyrie repeated, her tone a mix of curiosity and disbelief.

Sunrazor’s eyes flickered nervously, and she fumbled to find the right way to explain herself. “It’s—uh—well, I mean, technically it’s against the rules. Guardians aren’t supposed to–unless you work there of course–watch the matches? Not, um, not in person at least. It could–um–trigger more… aggressive… programs and–well. Yeah. That stuff,” she stammered. The words were coming out in a jumble now, and she could feel the pressure mounting as Valkyrie’s gaze didn’t waver.

Once again the silence stretched on for an awkwardly long time, Valkyrie seemingly weighing the options of potential responses. Eventually she seemed to land on one, “Have you ever wanted to go?”

The golden mech might have laughed, had she ever wanted to go to one? Who didn’t? It was almost impossible to go anywhere without hearing about them, it was the ultimate form of entertainment after all. The only place the richest of Cybertron mingled with the common people.

Sunrazor and her roommates always watched the occasional broadcast that Kaon sent out of their larger matches; they had been content with this. At least for the most part. But it wasn’t like they could do anything about it, this was just the way the world worked. They had aggressive and possibly harmful programming, not attending these matches was a small price to pay in order to protect others.

Her hesitant silence must have answered for her, a mischievous and sly smile found its home on Valkyrie’s face, “What if you didn’t go as Sunrazor?”

The guardian blinked a couple times, struggling to catch up with the words that just escaped Valkyrie’s lips. “What?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. She could have sworn she heard wrong, but the amused gleam in Valkyrie’s eyes said otherwise. There was something devious in the way she was smirking.

“What if you didn’t go as you?” Valkyrie repeated, her tone lighter, almost teasing. “You could come with me as someone else.”

Sunrazor’s plating flared slightly in confusion and alarm before snapping back down to press tightly against her. Her gaze snapped to Valkyrie’s, her body tensing involuntarily, her limbs locking again. “What are you saying?” she asked, her voice quieter this time, as if speaking louder might unravel the strange thread that Valkyrie was weaving. She manually unlocked them and there were audible clicks as the locks were released.

Valkyrie leaned in a bit closer, giddily looking up at the other, “What if you went in a disguise! You could pretend to be my bodyguard!” She was grinning, eyes alight with something.

Sunrazor wasn't sure if it was adorably endearing or absolutely terrifying.

“We can give you a new name so Skyline and Vexstrider won't have any idea who you are!” Valkyrie had grabbed Sunrazor’s forearm now, eagerly holding it with both hands. Her door wings were raised from their usual resting position in excitement, “We can touch up your paint too!”

The golden clad mech couldn’t stop herself from looking down at her paint in a small panic. Did she need to get a touch up? Had she been with Valkyrie this entire time with chips or scratches in it? Valkyrie seemed to notice and giggled, wings fluttering.

Primus, help me.

(Our girl is only kinda head over heels. It’s just an itty bitty crush. Nothing much. A+ for effort tho. She’s trying so hard to not admit it. Another good song is “I won’t say (I’m in love)” from Hercules