#fate of cybertron

[dustbunny105]

For a second there, I thought I'd read this fic before.

[aecholapis]

October 15th - Stranded in the Rust

Javelin / Shadow Striker

For the @tfrarepairing fest 2024

The only time they were in the same panel

[lets-try-some-writing]

Had a thought for your seeker knockout AU:

Knockout sees Bee fall into the Cybermatter and get his voice back. Knockout wonders. "What if..." But sits on the question for too long and now he's trying to make own cybermatter to get his wings back.

Alternatively....

There's just enough cybermatter left over from the dump into Cybertron's core for Knockout to take a quick dip... And he becomes a triple changer and has to relearn his t-cog.

YES. This is an excellent idea right here. Time for Knockout to get his wings back.

Previous part here.

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Knockout once called the skies his home. It was his safe haven, his place of purpose and peace. When his wings were taken from him, he was quite frankly sparkbroken. He adored the skies and the ability to soar through them, but he did not allow that pain to show. He needed to stay alive, and the only way to do that amongst Decepticons was to keep composure at all times. He thought the chance to regain what he had was gone...

But seeing Bumblebee emerge restored from the Cybermatter... Knockout wanted to hope. Before he could be stopped, he scooped up a small portion of the Cybermatter in a vial and tucked it away, allowing the Autobots to do with the restored Omega Lock as they wished. At that point, he didn't care what they decided to do, he had more important possibilities to see to. Now he was no scientist, but he didn't need to be to have an idea of what to do with the Cybermatter.

Quietly, as the Autobots directed the Nemesis toward Cybertron, Knockout retreated to his quarters and readied himself for what would either make or break him. He was no fool, he knew this could go horribly wrong or fantastically right. Thus he kept a commlink ready to be activated and call Ratchet. No matter how much he disliked his fellow medic at times, medics stick together. If things got bad, Knockout wanted to have a fellow doctor on hand. As such as he sat down on a medical berth and loaded the vile into a syringe, he could only take a few deep vents and steady himself.

In one swift motion, he jabbed the needle into the crux of his neck where he knew there was a fuel line that once ran directly to his wings. At first, he felt nothing as the cybermatter entered his body. His constant scans revealed nothing out of the ordinary save for hyperactive repair nanites, and so with a heavy spark after a few groons of waiting with no notable results, Knockout retired to his berth. He shouldn't have expected anything, he had been without wings since the height of the war. It was foolish to hope...

At least that's what he told himself up until he woke in the middle of his recharge cycle in agony.

He couldn't scream, he could hardly even move as he rolled onto his side and shook in silent torment as it felt as though his frame were burning, melting, and being reforged all at the same time. He wasn't sure how long he laid there, but at some point someone must have gotten concerned as eventually Ratchet busted down his door and had him moved to the medical bay. Knockout was largely unconscious for the latter half of whatever it was that was happening to him. However when he woke again, his frame felt... different. Flight protocols that hadn't been used in vorns were awakening.

He didn't cry, he didn't even twitch when he sat up, stared straight at the nearest wall, and felt what he knew to be wings. It took Ratchet nearly beating him upset the helm with a wrench for being so careless for him to really comprehend what happened. He could only sit there, flexing his restored appendages with a growing smile and wide optics. It felt like a dream, especially when he looked into the mirror and saw that the Cybermatter had not just restored his wings, but also his frame. He was restored entirely. He wasn't half bad as a grounder, he took care to ensure that. Even still, having his true flight capable frame back was simply put, a miracle.

Ratchet: YOU FOOL! Do you have ANY idea how dangerous using Cybermatter like that was!?

Knockout: I am well aware Doc.

Ratchet: You certainly don't sound like it!

Knockout: ...

Ratchet: ...

Knockout: ...

Ratchet, sighing deeply: Look, it was dangerous, but... I am glad to see you got your wings back. I cannot imagine how difficult it was to manage living as a grounder.

Knockout was largely confined to the medical bay as his wings continued to develop. The bare essentials were there, but the plating and protoform was still taking time to develop. Against the expectations of the entire team once they learned of Knockout's actions, he stayed put. In fact he took his recovery and restoration far more seriously than even his duties as a Doctor. Every waking moment he spent dutifully tending to his precious wings and practicing flexing the cabling and activating the still sputtering thrusters that were making themselves known on his back.

By the time the team arrived on Cybertron, Knockout was more than ready. Fear lingered at the back of his processors, causing him to hesitate as he stood on the deck of the Nemesis, a few flight capable vehicons by his side to catch him if things went south. Optimus himself was also present, keeping a vague optic on the scenario as he worked on something or other. As such with a fearful vent and a prayer to Breakdown to watch over him, Knockout threw himself over the edge, begging his instinctual coding to take control.

He fell like a bag of bolts for a few dozen feet, and then just as he was starting to fear for his life, age old codes activated. However instead of wheels spinning and dirt beneath his frame, he felt the current rushing past his wings as his vision warped and he graced the skies for the first time in millennia. Never before had Knockout laughed so joyfully, nor had he ever stayed in the skies for as long as he did that cycle. He only returned to the Nemesis when his wings burned from the exertion and his spark fluttered with too much emotion to be contained.

The team congratulated him on his restoration, but to Knockout it meant very little as he returned to his quarters, and collected a small picture from his berthside table.

"I did it Breakdown. I promised you I would fly again."

[transformersmr-hq]

Finished yet another round of brave police j decker

Fuck yeah sentient robot squad story where everyone gets equal character development

[yestoeverything]

Cybertronians and human relation

Let's talk about the relationships between these two species they interact so much it's insane I can’t help but believe that humans and cybertonians were destined to be together as one because in many variations cybertronians have been on the planet far longer than their present timeline which makes me think that past cybertronians have gained friendships with past humans before.

I feel like relations between the two could be fate or might I add a string of fate intertwining these two

I believe it only makes sense that they add that primus is the withholder of cybertronians and

Humans of Unicron

connecting with them more making sense and why these two interact more than the perusal they resemble us so much it's almost scary and the fact that Unicron a primus are twins would make sense since that would mean that we and cybertronians would technically be cousins in a way of withholder of course which makes the question of why these two aliens resemble each other in more ways than one with a similar body structure and way of life.

making us cybertronian and them humans in more ways than one.

[thehuntsmaster]

PRE WAR. WIRES OF FATE I.

violence, death, duh. Scorne, a security officer which cogless mail drone Rivet (P-22) had thought for a while but tonight this friendship is over as she witnesses a darker side of Scorne murdering the Politician along with his employer by his side.

Night had fallen over Iacon, and the city’s luminous towers gleamed like stars above the darkened streets. Most of Cybertron’s denizens had retired for the evening, but not Rivet. Her small frame moved quietly through the deserted streets, her optics flickering with uncertainty. She had no delivery to make tonight, no assignment or errand. But her thoughts were tangled in knots, pulling her back toward a name, a figure she couldn’t shake from her mind.

Scorne.

It had been weeks since she had completed his mission. Since she had stood in that dim waste management room and accepted his dangerous proposition. He hadn’t contacted her since. No more late-night messages, no more threats or orders. But his presence lingered in her mind, heavy and inescapable.

She wasn’t sure why she was drawn to the Archives tonight. Maybe it was the silence of the city, the way the world felt hushed and secretive after dark. Or maybe it was something deeper—an instinct that pulled her toward the imposing building, as if her spark could sense something wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here, wandering the streets after curfew, but her curiosity and the restlessness gnawing at her had led her this far.

As she approached the massive building, the first thing she noticed was the presence of guards at the entrance. That was strange. The Archives were typically open to the public, but now they were heavily guarded. Something important was happening inside, something that required secrecy and force.

Rivet’s optics narrowed as she crouched in the shadows, watching the guards pace back and forth. It wasn’t just any guards—they were Seekers, large and imposing, their presence unmistakable. She had no business with them. And yet... something inside her pushed her forward.

What was going on in there?

Her optics darted to the ventilation shaft on the side of the building. It was narrow, but she could fit. She hesitated only for a moment before slipping toward it, her small frame allowing her to pull herself into the vent with ease. The shaft was dark and tight, but she moved swiftly, following the faint hum of voices that echoed through the vents.

It was quiet at first. Just the low murmur of muffled conversations. But as she crawled further into the maze of ducts, the voices became louder, sharper. She could hear something... off. Not just conversation, but the sound of struggle. Of fear.

And then, the cries.

Muffled, desperate cries. The unmistakable sound of someone in pain. Her spark clenched, and she pressed forward, her mind racing with questions. Who was in there? What was happening? Why were they crying out?

The vent led her to an overlook above one of the higher chambers in the Archives. Carefully, she peered through the grates, her optics widening as she took in the scene below.

In the center of the room, a figure was on his knees—bound and gagged, his once-proud wings pinned to his back in submission. Sigil. His green and purple armor was marred with fresh dents and energon stains. His blue optics were wide with panic, and he strained against the restraints, trying in vain to free himself.

But it wasn’t just Sigil. There were others. Scorne was there, standing tall and menacing, his massive frame towering over the kneeling Seeker. And beside him, another bot—Xeon, the politician Scorne worked for, a cold smirk playing on his lips as he watched the scene unfold.

Rivet’s spark froze as she watched, barely able to process what she was seeing. Scorne wasn’t just standing guard. He was leading this... this interrogation. No, not an interrogation. This was an execution in all but name.

"Sign it," Xeon commanded coldly, his voice devoid of sympathy. "You don’t have a choice, Sigil."

Sigil’s optics blazed with defiance, but his hands were trembling as the data pad was shoved into his bound hands. He tried to resist, tried to shake his head, but Scorne stepped forward, his optics narrowing.

"Do it," Scorne growled, his voice low and threatening.

When Sigil hesitated again, that’s when Scorne struck.

Without warning, Scorne’s fist collided with the politician's faceplate, the force of the blow sending the mech sprawling to the floor. Rivet’s breath caught in her throat as she watched in horror, her hands gripping the edges of the vent carefully making her descend trying to get closer as Scorne continued his brutal assault.

The blows came fast and hard—Scorne’s fists hammering into Sigil’s frame, each punch sending echoes of pain through the chamber. Sigil tried to shield himself, but he was helpless, his body folding under the relentless strikes.

“Sign it,” Scorne repeated, his voice now laced with venom as he delivered a savage kick to Sigil’s midsection, sending them skidding across the floor. Sigil’s frame crashed into one of the bookshelves, and the data pad clattered to the ground beside him.

Rivet flinched as Sigil’s beaten body slid toward her hiding spot behind the rows of dusty tomes. Her optics were wide, her frame shaking with the effort to remain silent. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. This wasn’t the Scorne she had known—the cold, calculating bot who always seemed to be in control. This was something else. Something darker, more vicious.

And then it happened.

As Sigil struggled to lift his helm, his optics dimming with the weight of his injuries, they locked onto hers.

He saw her.

Rivet’s spark nearly stopped as their gazes met. His optics—once filled with pride and defiance—now held only fear. Fear and a silent plea for help. But he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t call out for her. His mouth was gagged, and all he could do was stare, his optics begging for salvation as his life ebbed away.

Rivet wanted to run. She wanted to bolt from her hiding spot and disappear into the vents, pretending she had never seen any of this. But she was frozen. Frozen by the horror, by the guilt of witnessing something she couldn’t stop.

Sigil’s optics dimmed further, his gaze still locked onto hers as his frame shuddered one final time. And then... nothing. His optics went dark, his body falling limp against the bookshelf.

Rivet’s whole frame shook, tears welling up in her optics. He was gone. And she had done nothing.

Scorne loomed over Sigil’s body, his optics cold and unfeeling as he stared down at the fallen mech. He didn’t notice her. He didn’t notice the small, insignificant bot trembling just feet away from him, hidden in the shadows. All he saw was his work, his mission.

“Let’s go,” Xeon ordered, his voice flat, as if he were discussing something as trivial as a broken tool.

Scorne gave a curt nod, his optics narrowing as he looked down at Sigil’s lifeless frame. Without another word, he turned and followed Emirate Xeon out of the chamber, their heavy footsteps echoing in the silence.

Rivet didn’t move.

She couldn’t. She stayed there, crouched behind the bookshelf, staring at Xenon’s broken body. The silence in the room was deafening, and the reality of what had just happened washed over her like a wave of cold, suffocating dread.

This was who Scorne really was. Not the bot she had hoped he might be. Not the one who had hesitated when she challenged him. He was a killer. A brutal, merciless killer.

And she had been complicit.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rivet’s body moved on its own. She stumbled forward, her optics locked on Sigil’s lifeless form. His optics were dim, his frame motionless, and the realization hit her like a physical blow.

She had seen everything. And now, she was part of it.

Her hands trembled as she reached out, gently closing the politician’s optics with shaky fingers. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know how to make sense of any of this. But she knew one thing for certain.

She couldn’t stay here. Not with the knowledge of what Scorne had done. Not with the weight of the truth hanging over her.

Without another word, Rivet slipped back into the vents, disappearing into the darkness.

[primus-why]

Fated Marks

After an alliance is forged and their shared enemy is defeated, the Autobots and Decepticons are still left with a dying planet.

Desperate for a solution, in an attempt to strengthen their truce, both Megatron and Optimus venture into the core of Cybertron to speak with Primus. Perhaps they will stir long enough for a conversation while in the presence of the Matrix; perhaps a certain warlord is determined to will them into awakening just to give them a piece of his processor...

Well, whatever the reason, Primus does speak at them. That is to say, both mechs are pretty sure they're not following the same thread of conversation, but they managed to get their point across. Cybertron is dying, their people have been at war, and everyone wants to come home. Primus understands. They're clearly happy that the Cybertronians have returned-- and they want to help!

After a show of rumbling and shaking and some flashes of light, Primus goes silent once more. Confused, Optimus and Megatron return from the core to find traces of natural resources being replenished!

For the next few days, scientists from both sides study the progress of the planet's healing. Ecosystems are being revitalized, within weeks fuel has become abundant, and soon everyone gets to work repairing the cities and towns in order to settle in.

But one day, everyone starts to notice these weird marks on their bodies. Some have it on their arms or wrist, others have them in more hard-to-reach places, which is partly why they hadn't been noticed right away. The marks appeared at some point, and continued to get darker over time, like a developing ink, and nobody knew what they were! Where did they come from? It seemed like each one was different!

But later it's discovered that's not the case-- each mark matches at least one other Cybertronian's mark. But what could it possibly mean?? Well, after careful scientific research, it was concluded that these marks...

... were pairing you with your ideal conjux.

Turns out, one of Primus' gifts that gave their people a fresh start was meant to encourage happy, healthy bonds-- essentially letting love grow!

But to Megatron, that's utter nonsense. Despite Soundwave's additional efforts, he hasn't spotted a match to his mark, so it's become a rather irritating blemish that refuses to be buffed away...

Optimus doesn't even think he has a mark-- not one he can see after a quick inspection, anyway. He concludes that it's part of his duty as Prime; maybe he's not meant to have a conjux, and instead should focus his attention on serving all of Cybertron and their people. Resigned as he is to his role, he can't help but feel a bit envious of everyone else finding their partners...

(But maybe he should look a bit harder for his mark... or have someone look for him... 👀)

[juicepoxwastaken]

Silly little wip

[cybertron-after-dark]

what the FUCK happens in cyberverse

Here's a list just off the top of my head, in no particular order. MASSIVE spoilers ahead.

-Wheeljack keeps making party drugs. This is not only accepted but wholly encouraged by the Autobots. He's made the bot equivalent to cocaine so strong it made grimlock physically unable to stop himself from running around the ship at mach 5. This was the basis for an entire episode. He's also made patches that give you a direct link to the Allspark that he passed out at a party specifically to get everyone as fucked up as physically possible. I cannot overemphasize that Optimus make no effort to stop this until things turn destructive on both occasions.

-Soundwave and Shockwave completely fucking hate each other and have a whole rivalry trying to be a better and more useful follower for Megatron than each other.

-Soundwave is a fucking memelord who will play clown music or dramatic riffs to dunk on people from the soundboard he has built into his hardware.

-theres a sort of liminal dimension referred to as Unspace that you can get stuck in and if you are there for too long you will straight up disintegrate. We see this happen to the entire crew aboard the arc from different timelines several times while the main timeline crew we follow tries to escape this fate, thus dooming dozens of other timelines.

-Cheetor is basically Allspark Jesus, and he's tired of all the fighting, so he tries to have Optimus and Megatron settle their differences once and for all. The chosen method for this was making them both play the Newlywed Game. They were both terrible at it, the MegOp Divorce agenda is alive and well.

-the Quintessons invade Cybertron and stick the entire population into a simulation a la The Matrix, which slowly drains their life force until they die. This kills countless unnamed Cybertronians, both Autobot and Decepticon, as well as Hound, who does not get to appear on screen.

-the Quintessons also catch Starscream, rip his face off, and modify him into an Eldritch tentacle beast with his brain attached to two other aliens, and then appoint that amalgamation as the judge that decides the fate of the universe in regards to whether they exterminate all life within it.

-Shockwave commits suicide for Megatron's approval. He launches his spark straight into the Allspark to taint it specifically as a last desperate fuck you to the autobots.

-Soundwave acquired laserbeak by just kind of grabbing a random bird out of the sky.

-Soundblaster is an ex-decepticon that left out of shame. That shame being Soundwave beating his ass in a beatboxing competition so fuckin hard he couldn't show his face around his faction anymore.

-The autobots keep starscream captive and try to get him to take a therapy session with the Arc's AI, and he starts out willing to actually give it a shot but said AI is kind of Stupid and screamer ends up tricking him into letting him escape through an air vent to go wreak havoc instead.

-Starscream also starts a suicide cult with the other Seekers, gains control of Vector Sigma and the Allspark, has the seekers forfeit their sparks to him, thus resulting in a cosmically powered Starscream. He uses that power to "remake" his followers into scraplets that he refers to as, with nothing but love in his tone, his "children."

-Shockwave and Wheeljack are shown to be ex lab partners. Shockwave has an army of drones that look exactly like his altmode that Wheeljack helped program. They are programmed to be able to break out into a coordinated dance number at any given time. Originally this was just to make Wheeljack laugh. Shockwave kept that function in throughout the entire war and initiates it the second there's a truce and Wheeljack asks to see it again.

-Shockwave kidnaps Wheeljack at one point for Science Under Duress purposes and Wheeljack is too invested in all the sweet fuckin tech Shockwave's been making while they were apart to really care that he's being held against his will, and then proceeds to escape without too much issue because he knows Shockwave well enough to know exactly how to disable everything.

-Bumblebee distracts the Decepticons by running in front of their surveillance cameras and shaking his ass in the most underwhelming way imaginable.

-Grimlock is only stupid when he's in his altmode because it takes a lot of power to sustain and he has to sacrifice some of his higher brain functions to keep it manageable. In robot mode he talks like he went to an Ivy League college and knows what champagne tastes like. He throws upscale parties every chance he gets.

-Grimlock also helped start an anticapitalist revolution with Bumblebee when he found an underground society of insect transformers that had a rigid caste system. This was within moments of finding out that the ultra wealthy were hoarding the limited energon reserves for themselves. Grimlock is a comrade and he does not fuck around.

-Skybyte is here and he sounds like Skeletor.

-Windblade and Slipstream are nemeses and somehow it's even more toxic yuri coded than Arcee and airachnid in tfp.

-speaking of Arcee, she's besties with Grimlock. They at one point have a physical fight over who gets to die to protect the other.

-hot rod and soundwave are forced to share leadership over the team of bots and cons that escaped the quintessons' simulation and it's packed with so much homoerotic tension its unreal.

-Maccadam is some kind of lovecraftian war machine that can unfold himself into a whole armory whenever he feels like it. We have no idea what his whole altmode looks like, all we see are the ominous shadows of the weapons on the walls. He uses this specifically as a threat to keep anyone from fighting in his bar bc he's insistent it remain neutral ground. He also can kinda just. See into the future. And casually drops prophecies that get written off as spoonerisms until they turn out to be relevant.

-Optimus Prime has horrific social anxiety that he can kind of power through when he's in a crisis, but the second things are chill and he has to give a speech at a party or something he simply does not know how to function.

-the entire planet of Velocitron gets taken over by cosmic rust and everyone inhabiting it that couldn't escape in time was killed horrifically.

-cosmos is a girl and she hangs out with a dude named Meteorfire who is, for all intents and purposes, just robot Steve Irwin.

-Astrotrain keeps closing doors in people's faces for the funny

-Megatron is killed by a version of himself from an alternate universe that went nuts and starting creating a master race of perfect Decepticons to inhabit Cybertron. Said perfect Decepticons were carbon copies of idw Tarn in all but personality.

-Acidstorm is canonically genderfluid and keeps switching between male and female seeker frames whenever they feel like it

-Kup, who had not been in the show at all until this point, decides to show up and narrate an entire episode like hes giving a political speech.

And, the infamous one we all know and love

-Megatron is a twitch streamer and he livestreams Starscream's fucking funeral. The chat has custom Decepticon emotes.

[kingghoost]

Posting this Cybertronian Ratchet design because all the drawings I have ready forward use/reference it ^^

I made it awhile ago and it may not be super creative, but I actually didn't wanna change his design too much to portray how he himself doesn't change as a person (not in a bad way, he holds firmly to his beliefs and has a strong character💞)

I wrote a little backstory, too!! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

" Long before the war, Ratchet was one of the many medics stationed in Kaon with the task of nursing fallen gladiators back to health. Though he was considered the best, many feared his temperamental attitude, especially his own patients. Despite the coincidence, Megatronus and Ratchet had never actually interacted face to face, although they were aware of each other's existence. That is, until they had both been introduced through their mutual friend, Orion Pax.

With the little free time he had, Ratchet was one to frequently travel to Iacon to visit the Hall of Records, whether to spend his time reading or doing research on personal projects. Then, he met Orion at his workplace, and the two quickly formed a strong bond. When they weren't hanging out in person, they would keep contact via comms (sorta like online friends.) One fateful day, Orion had taken some time off of work to visit Ratchet in Kaon, coincidentally at the same time Megatronus had started to make a name for himself and his cause. This resulted in him witnessing one of Megatronus' speeches live, thus allowing them to meet and form a partnership as well.

In a way, Orion Pax changed Ratchet. Being surrounded by corruption and oppression from the caste system where it was at its worst, Ratchet had given up any hopes of a better Cybertron. However, Orion's altruistic nature inspired him, guided him to prove his mettle in the Great War, and binded him to Orion's—now Optimus'—side for millennia, and many more to come. "

Corny? I'm not sure. The writing's not all that good because of its age, but getting the point across is all that matters..

I really love the idea of a Kaonian Ratchet 💞💞

Ratchet being an indirect cause to Orion and Megatronus meeting is super interesting to me as well... do you think after all that happened, he feels at fault? In the episode where Ratchet was telling everyone about Optimus' backstory, he seemed to have nothing but bad things to say about Megatron, so they probably never got along since the beginning...

[nova--spark]

AU where the Matrix allows it's bearer to speak to Primes of the past

But also Primes of other worlds, other realities, with wisdom they need or do not have for their own home.

Imagine please, a young Orion who sees visions when the Matrix first binds itself to him, of many different versions of himself.

A version of himself in a world where he was no great warrior, just a humble repair worker, who stumbled onto fate accidentally with his crew, working hard to make something of himself.

A version of himself tutored by the Scribe, who was a friend to his greatest enemy, who's words were his sword.

A version of himself, or at least part of himself, bound to a descendant of his people, or perhaps even ancestor, who's form is that of a beast.

A version of himself, marred by war and betrayals by humanity, but still trying to hold on. Still trying to just keep his family alive.

A version of himself, who is brand new to this planet called 'Earth' still, and beginning to bond with humans. One who accepts that Cybertron cannot be home now, but maybe Earth can.

And each version of himself he sees, he can seek wisdom from.

And they too can seek out his.

[dustbunny105]

I was really worried for Cosmos when he first indicated he was getting in touch with Blast Off, so this all makes me ridiculously happy :,)

[cometchasinglove]

The TFA Decepticons are fucking vicious, actually.

Megatron only talks about freedom whenever he is manipulating or rallying the Decepticons. (Not to mention: Authorizing the use of chemical warfare, killing anyone who betrays him, etc…I could talk about his evil-doings all day).

Starscream creates sentient clones of himself to kill Megatron, (including hijacking the Lugnut Supremes as an attempt to literally destroy everything and everyone in Detroit, Megatron, most specifically).

Blackarachnia betrays a vulnerable bot (Wasp) into becoming an experiment for her own personal gain.

Shockwave traps and crushes his “fellow agent” (Blurr) into a box, sentencing him to a fate worse than death.

It’s implied that Blitzwing cannibalizes other Cybertronian parts. (Well, Random said it, so who knows with him?)

Lugnut’s P.O.K.E. (Punch of Kill Everything) can literally do exactly that.

And this is excluding their crimes in the AllSpark Almanac.

Yes, the TFA Cybertron Autobots are bad too, but let’s not forget that the Decepticons are Decepticons for a reason.

[lets-try-some-writing]

“It is said that during the first age, there were so many Titans that they dotted the sky like stars. But when the Quintessons came, the Primes and their inheritors were not enough to save them from the wrath of creatures without empathy." - Dion, Third-rate priest of the Primacy

Lore below the cut.

It is recorded that there were once possibly up to several thousand Titans near to and on Cybertron while the Primes still reigned. They travelled in huge groups, flocking as they spread out across the stars. Most vanished into the void of space, going forth to bring life to barren worlds just as Primus wished. Aside from a few colony worlds with still living Titans, their fates are unknown, but it is assumed that most of the Titans completed their duties as intended.

Those who remained behind on Cybertron to help safeguard the infant civilizations forming there were not nearly as fortunate. Each and every Titan was cut down methodically by the Quintessons after their arrival. The Primes who survived 'The Fall' were not strong enough to protect their Titan wards, and most of them fell alongside their cityformer comrades. The Titans never fought back, but they did attempt to flee. Most were killed all across the planet, scattered and without aid. But during the siege of Polyhex, several ancient Titans were corralled into the Rust Sea and promptly fell one after another. Their corpses created the Hydrax Plateau.

Other Titan corpses were later used as the foundations for several great cities due to the stability of their frames and the increase in wildlife growth in the areas near the bodies. Iacon, Helex, and Polyhex are three such examples. Each city built atop a Titan corpse has been noted having specific frame augmentations for any newbuilds formed there. Sometimes, newbuilds even emerge with memory fragments that they should not possess. However, those things mean little for Cybertron and its people in the modern age. The Titans are dead, and their relics are all that remain.

As it stands, there are only three Titans recorded as being active in Cybertron's most secure records. Vos, Trypticon, and Metroplex. Vos is a well kept secret and his identity is hidden beneath the guise of him being the first ever floating city. Metroplex has not moved in millennia. As for Trypticon? He wanders the wild parts of Cybertron's surface and, despite his size, is rarely observed by normal bots.

[devilart2199-aibi]

Y'know I always smirk when I see your transformers art. Bc well- an 'Etho account' getting into transformers when it's Etho's favourite game franchise. On brand.

Hahaha very true 🤣 It was fate I suppose!

One of my favorite Etho clips is him freaking out over a call he got, letting him know the Transformers Fall of Cybertron game released a demo ( which this meme is referencing 😂) Here's the clip ⬇️ LOUD ETHO WARNING

This is from OOGE Vinyl Fantasy ep 19 Here at 6:23 roughly :3

[theangrycomet-art]

TFA: Ariel/Elita 1's Squadron, Team Orthia

I fell down the wiki rabbit hole last night and now I have these.

Everyone's heights are off/going to change in the future because I wasn't sure on everyone's alts when I was first drawing out the line up.

I mostly just wanted to get ideas down on paper.

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Transcript of my Handwriting Plus Other Lore:

Nothing here’s set in stone I just wrote down ideas/compiled thoughts as they came to me.

edit: Changed Lancer’s Profile Info to match new ideas I have

TFA: Sheild of Solus

Operation: Failsafe

Purpose: To sabotage any and all Decipticon efforts of gaining any headway in this war. First, start off with the infiltrators, next, hit them where it hurts.

After discovering a spy had infiltrated their ranks, Alpha Trion took it upon himself to assemble a team to sabotage any Decipticon efforts to gain a foothold on Cybertron, hoping that they would be able to counter any threats on Cybertron.

Ariel/Elita-1

Commander and the Leader

High-ranking member of the Elite Guard

Alpha Trion’s inside eyes

Alt Mode: Cybertronian Heavy Duty Truck -> Monster Truck

Special Upgrade: Classified

Good-Morningstar Mace: Morning star with detachable head

Laser Kusarigama: This weighted chain serves Elita well when she needs to tie up the enemy (or retrieve your teammate as her gravity fluctuates again)

Tidbit: One of the few of the Elite Guard to not have gone to the Academy, Elita rose through the ranks through her skill and ingenuity, despite other’s misgivings. A bit rough around the edges, she is always there for her fellow bots. When her former mentor requested her aid in his mission, she had no hesitation joining. (It helped that it got her away from her more tiresome coworkers)  

Chromia

Second in Command

Recon Specialist, Infiltrator

Former Intelligence Officer; she retired when she was not allowed to investigate Highbrows abrupt disappearance and opened a private investigator business.

Alt Mode: Cybertronian Trike -> Trike (like Harley-Davidson Tri Glide Ultra)

Special Upgrade: Lockpick: with enough time she can pick any lock and hack into any systems with the extensions in her servos. However, this can takes a lot of her processing power and leaves her vulnerable.

Laser Sabre: Good for clashing blades and slipping between the seams of an enemy’s armor

Tidbit: Despite her worrying over her teammates, Chromia has a habit of diving helm first into her work with little disregard for herself, whether that be forgetting to refuel and recharge or tempting fate with more self-sacrificial tendencies. She’s been working on it, but bad habits die hard…

Novastar

Search and Rescue, Transportation and Retrieval

Served in the tail-end of the Great War

Worked previously in Search and Rescue with her partners Inferno and Red Alert

Through this line of work, she developed extensive connections.

AltMode: Cybertronian Truck -> Narrowbed Truck

Special Upgrade: Furnace: Nova is able to generate massive bursts of flame, and she has refined the practice into an art. The flames on her head are no only an aesthetic choice, but an outlet for the excess heat she generates. These are easily extinguished; a fact Inferno took great joy in abusing the damn firetruck bot.

Blowtorch: During her time in field during the Great War, Nova lost her left servo to a Decpticon when retrieving soldiers from behind enemy lines. She had it replaced with a blowtorch prothesis that allows her to pinpoint flames to temperatures that can cut through even the toughest of materials- temperatures that otherwise would melt her frames

Tidbit: Novastar has been trying to locate Inferno, who has recently gone MIA after responding to an off-planet distress beacon with a new recruit with little to no luck. She is hoping the new job title will grant her greater resources to expand her search.

Greenlight

Engineer

“The Miracle Worker”

A student of WheelJack’s

Greenlight’s inventions can be brilliantly or devastating (or if she’s lucky) both. She tends to get attached to her devices, however, and gets rather despondent when they are broken or do not work as intended.

Aloof, she doesn’t see the need to waste much time with small talk. It requires a bot with a lot of patience (and ability to pester) to get her to come out of her shell

Alt Mode: Cybertronian Offroader

Special Upgrade: Tasers: Though not a combat bot, Greenlight saw fit to mod herself out with some decent defense. The tasers stored in her arms can generate enough volts of electricity that can through bots thrice her size flat on their backs.

Boom Cannon: A weapon still in its testing phases, she has been building it up from stolen Decepticon specs in her free time.

Tidbit: If asked, Greenlight will say that she agreed to sign up to get out of community service for accidentally demoing a perfectly good lab with one of her inventions. While partly true, a larger part of why she joined was because she didn’t want Lancer doing this alone.

Lancer [Edited]

Researcher

Unofficial Medic

Student of Perceptor

Alt Mode: n/a, missing T-Cog

Special Upgrade: FlipScreen: her “skirt” doubles as computers, monitor and keyboard included. This grants her access to ALL of her files and more importantly allows her to run any necessary scans, analysis, or algorithms she needs when or wherever she needs. It is also a bold fashion statement

BackPack Variety Hour: She has a variety of “backpacks” each serving different purposes, though if you ask anyone but Lancer they all look identical. Despite their incredible weight, she carries them with ease.

Backup Generator: Via the generator on her back, she could keep a city fully powered without straining her spark. Most of this energy goes into the powering the extra processors she has stored in her “skirt”

Star Splitter: a powerful laser spear, though she more often then not uses it for pole vaulting than actual combat

Tidbit: Lancer has been a researcher for the Autobots for longer than many bots have been alive, mostly regarding projects Ultra Magnus would rather not go public. Despite the JetTwins being by far the most successful of these endeavors, Lancer quit shortly after. When Alpha Trion offered her a more savory research position with Twam Orthia she was quick to accept and get out from Ultra Magnus’ thumb.

Moonracer

Sharpshooter/Sniper

“Best in the Whole Galaxy!”

Graduated top of her classes at the Autobot Academy but has struggled to keep a longterm position due to her impulsive behavior, with her last job being messenger-bot for Security.

Alt Mode: Cybertron Compact Car -> Vector W8

Special Upgrade: Internal Gravity Manipulator: As labelled on the tin, she has the ability to shift her gravity, decreasing AND increasing. Typically, she uses this to “float” or “moon walk”. The change in gravity can be extended to objects she comes into direct contact, but maintaining it drains her very quickly.

Velicotron Build: Speedster Though not as fast as the infamous Blurr, Moonracer is incredibly quick both as a bot and her alt form. Combine this with her gravity-defying abilities leads to some devastating results.

Custom Ion Pistols: Dual pistols that can combine into her sniper rifle.

Tidbit: Moonracer is a good bot with a good head on her shoulders. She will always do what she thinks is right- but she tends to jump the gun on things which gets her into trouble. With inexperience comes naivety, but how is she supposed to learn anything if nobody gives her a chance to do anything?  

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