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pinkanonwrites · 1 year ago

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Washrack Academy

Jetstorm and Jetfire have a lot of questions about humans. But you? You just want to take your shower in peace.

TFA Jetfire, TFA Jetstorm, and Reader, no ships but it's implied Jetfire has a little crush on the reader, human reader, non-sexual nudity, is it still voyeurism if it's mostly fueled by curiosity? probably, AFAB Reader with GN Pronouns, alien anatomy discussions

"You know, humans are being much more hygienic than Sentinel says they are being."

You rolled your eyes, hefting your small duffel bag further up your shoulder. "Yeah, well Sentinel doesn't know as much about humans as he thinks he does. Most people I know shower every other day at the very least. We aren't big fans of being dirty."

"But now you are being extra dirty!" Jetstorm loomed over you with a cheeky grin, running a huge metal digit over the top of your head. A slick of motor oil came with it, sending another disgusted shiver down your spine at the gooey sensation. "Bumblebee maybe needs to working on power steering! And not splashing human friends with drinks of celebration."

Being a human liaison representing the city of Detroit on Cybertron was already a job way outside of the normal parameters of your career, and the stress was leaving you pretty wired. But Bumblebee accidentally tipping an oversized can of motor oil off a table and directly onto your head while showing off just had to be the final nail in the coffin. In front of a whole bunch of big important Autobots and everything.

Now you were being flanked on either side by Sentinel Prime's personal squadron (a gig they eagerly volunteered for and a choice both you and Sentinel had little say in) as they showed you to whatever the Cybertronian equivalent of an army base locker room was so you could get cleaned up.

"And motor oil not to be damaging your fluffy organic fibers?" Great, now Jetfire was poking at your greasy hair too. At least he had half a processor to keep his igniters off while he did.

"It's called hair. And it'll only damage it if I leave it in too long. Plus, it's really bad for my skin."

"Good for it not to be doing badness to hair! Yikes for it to be doing badness to skin. So sensitive, little organics. Must be very hard!"

"You're telling me, bud."

"Here! Coming this way." Jetstorm gestured for you to follow him through a tiled doorway. The room beyond looked remarkably similar to the locker room you'd had in high school, though blown up to a cartoonish scale. "We have tiny washrack for mini-bot sizes. Maybe too big for you still, but is better than nothing!"

He wasn't exaggerating, the handles for the mini-bot sized faucets were still a good two or three feet out of your reach.

"Where do you even put your towels? Your soap?" You glanced around but failed to find any bench or wall divot suitably placed for setting your things down. "Is there anywhere I can set my bag?"

"Just be putting bag into subspace! Easy for peasy!" A small compartment popped open on Jetstorm's chest, and from it he procured… a metal scouring pad? A giant one, about the size of a large restaurant platter. If the situation weren't so incredibly absurd already, you might've gotten a chuckle out of the idea of a robot using a Brillo pad as a loofah.

"Yeah, we don't… humans don't have that." You said instead. Because this situation was, in fact, incredibly absurd.

Jetfire and Jetstorm looked at each other, mirrored expressions of visible confusion. Then, they both shrugged.

"Being a human…"

"...Is very difficult!"

"Look, just- can one of you hold it for me? Please?"

"For certain! I will be best at human wash rack supplies holder job! Be counting on me." You dropped your duffel bag into Jetfire's cupped hands and wrenched it open. Grabbing your various bottles of hair product and a large towel from within, you lined them up on the floor along the wall and hopefully just beyond the reach of the shower's spray. But as you moved for the bottom of your shirt to pull it off, you felt the prickle of two pairs of optics staring just a little bit too hard at your body.

"Are you two just gonna… watch me? You can wait outside, you know."

"We are to be protecting you from curious bots! And make sure you do not do the snooping or the wandering off." Jetstorm insisted.

"Are you gonna do that while staring me down? A little privacy, please." Was it ironic to ask for privacy in a locker room? Probably. But most people had the decency not to stare while someone was getting undressed.

Most people. Maybe that sentiment didn't extend to twelve foot tall transforming robot soldiers.

"Staring? Who is doing the staring? Certainly not us goodness bots!"

"No, no! We would never be the staring! Especially not at soft and squishy little human frame!"

Both brothers rushed to cup a servo over their optics, continuously asserting their supposed innocence all the while. You sighed, peeling your way out of your slick and permanently stained clothes and letting them fall to the ground in an oily heap.

"Well I don't know how it is on Cybertron, but on Earth staring at people in the locker room is what we call 'bad manners.' You two ever heard of those?"

"We will being so very manners-filled! No staring from us at you, big promise." Jetfire insisted, carefully depositing your bag into his subspace as he brought his other servo up so they were both covering his faceplate.

"Though do not be trying to do the sneaking off while we are look-away! That would be also called 'bad manners.'" Added Jetstorm with a cheeky thumbs-up.

"I'm not going to go sneaking around your base naked, so you don't need to worry about that. Now could one of you get the water for me, please?"

As Jetstorm felt along the wall and cranked the water to partial blast, you swear you heard him ask his brother 'But what is "naked" meaning?' The hiss of the showerhead quickly covered it, though, and you decided you'd rather focus on getting clean before you struggled to explain the foreign concept to the pair of ridiculous twins. The water ran just hot enough to make your skin tingle as you lathered your hair with shampoo, vigorously scrubbing the motor oil free from your scalp. It'd probably take more than a few rinses to get everything out, you'd have to ask Professor Sumdac to bridge you some more toiletries way sooner than you'd originally planned. Maybe Sari could pick some up for you on her next trip home?

But as you lathered your hair up for the fourth (maybe fifth?) time, you couldn't help but notice a quiet, metallic buzzing that could just barely be heard over the hiss of water. It paused and fizzed in a rhythmic pattern, not all too dissimilar from Morse Code. It would stop for a moment, before picking up again, slightly lower pitched this time. It sounded almost like… a conversation.

"If you've got something to say, you can say it out loud." You called them out. Jetfire startled at the sound of your voice, his own sounding slightly strained.

"What? But we are such quiet being!"

"You're doing that… that 'EM field' thing. Where you talk to each other with your brains? I've heard Bee and Bulkhead do it before. So, c'mon. What do you want to know?"

He clammed up, absentmindedly scuffing one of his pedes against the tiled floor. Jetstorm, meanwhile, had a sly grin growing across his faceplate. He raised his free servo up in the air like a student waiting to be called on.

"Actually, Jetfire is having a question!"

"I-I am not! Do not listen, brother is merely making funny joke!"

"No, no! Do not listen to him! Jetfire is very, very curious about human not having sp-MRMPH!"

A cacophony of metal on metal echoed through the wash racks as Jetfire tackled his brother to the wet tile, wrestling his servos over the other's intake to keep him quiet. Jetstorm grabbed for his brother's goggles and pulled him into a shaky headlock, even as Jetfire repeatedly kicked him in the knees with the flat of his pede. You scrambled to grab your towel, clutching it to your front as the two bots collapsed to the ground in an ear-splitting crash.

"Hey, HEY! Quit it! What the hell are you two doing?!"

Both of their heads snapped up at your tone, Jetstorm still looking mischievous while his brother had the decency to look a bit sheepish. He quickly pried Jetfire's servo off of his intake.

"Jetfire is wanting to know why humans do not have spike! You know, since he was doing the peeking."

"Y-You were also doing peeking! I know you were curious too!" Jetfire shot back.

"Maybe curious, yes, but you are obsessed! 'Oh, little humans are so soft and so squishy being! Why so warm? I want to be holding one!'"

"I am not sounding like that! You are making exaggeration!"

Jetfire seemed on the verge of tackling his brother again, so you quickly stepped in. "Okay, geez, look. I will answer one, ONE! Question each. And only if you stop hitting each other. That's it. I don't have the energy for this today."

The two bots awkwardly clambered back to their feet, Jetstorm looking down at you with a playful grin while Jetfire seemed to be looking anywhere but your unclothed frame.

"Brotherrrrr?" Jetstorm teased. "Would you like to be going first?"

Jetfire dignified his brother's teasing with a sharp elbow to the side, but spoke anyway. "S-Sorry to be peeking when you said not, but, um, do humans not have- uh, not have spike? Or is it hidden? Maybe not pressurized? If embarrassing you don't have to say. No biggee."

You furrowed your brow. 'Spike.' You don't think you'd heard any of the Autobots use that term before, at least not around you. Maybe it was a built-in weapon? Or some sort of specialized armor plating?

"I, uh, I don't know what a spike is. Sorry. Can you be… more specific?"

Jetfire let out a high-pitched sound, similar to heat escaping a tea kettle, while his brother only seemed to beam even brighter at his humiliated suffering.

"Ah, you know! Spike!" Jetstorm grinned. "Right here, above valve? Comes out like 'fssshh'? No modesty panel on you, so maybe just hidden away!" He made a bunch of vague motions in front of his crotch, and with a looming horror you started to catch on as he mimed the motion of something growing and rising up in front of his crotch plate. His modesty panel.

Holy shit they had robot dicks.

"N-No? No, I don't have a- a spike." You were doing your absolute best to stay focused on the conversation at hand, not think about… about the robot penis that apparently all Cybertronians had? "Humans, uh, most humans just have one or the other. The, um, the spike or the… the…"

"Valve?" Jetstorm happily supplied.

"Sure? I guess?!"

"Something new to be learned every day! Right, brother?" Jetstorm thumped his brother on the back with an open servo, while Jetfire was openly refusing to make eye contact with you. The temperature in the room seemed to peak by a few degrees, and based on the heat waves rolling off of Jetfire's body you had an inkling suspicion it was his doing, however unintentional it may be. "Anyways, my turn, yes? You said word 'naked'. What is 'naked' meaning?"

"Uh, y-yeah. Um, yeah. Sure." God, you did not have the mental fortitude to deal with these revelations today. "Naked just means you're not… covered up? Wearing clothes. There are some parts on a human that have to be covered in public, otherwise it's uh… inappropriate." Your only solace was that now you had some sort of comparison to make between Cybertronians and humans. "Like, you guys wouldn't walk around with your… your spike out? Same for humans."

"Ohhh…" They even had stunned realizations in unison. You'd almost consider it cute, if you weren't already so burnt-out.

"Yep, well, class is over. Can I please get dressed now? Preferably without being watched?"

"A-Ah! Yes, of course! So sorry! Here is things." Jetfire quickly fumbled your duffel out of his subspace, only for it to slip through his digits and hit the floor with a thud. Wincing, he turned to shove his brother from the room, calling over his shoulder to you as they went. "We will be watching door so no bots do peeking! Then there is no way we be seeing you naked, not even little bit! Seeing you in moment- but not naked! Just normal seeing!"

"O-Okay? I'll be out in… a bit." But they were already gone. Weird. Weird couple of bots. But hey, at least now you could dry your hair in peace.

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"Very bumpy landing, brother." Jetstorm couldn't fight his mirthful grin as he stared down at his spark-twin, who was currently sitting with his back to the wall outside the wash racks, knee-joints pulled up tight to his chassis and faceplate hidden from view. "I may not be seeing exact same appeal you do, but humans are verrrrrry entertaining being. That human especially so!"

"I wish to be offline." Jetfire lamented. "So awkward, very very uncool. They will never be speaking to me again."

"Do not be so downer, brother! They answer questions very nice, and do not even yell when you peeking at their array!"

Jetfire let out another pathetic wail. "Do not be reminding me! Me, caught peeking? Would rather scrub every rivet on Omega Supreme than be that embarrassing again." He slammed his helm against the tops of his knee-joints a few times for good measure, a loud, echoing clanking reverberating down the hall. "Why are little humans being so soft? A-And when covering self, why are little peeks of soft bits around towel so- so erotic?"

Jetstorm cackled, patting his brother atop the helm with his servo. "And to think, we thought being human is hard. Sounds like liking human is much, much harder!"

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers imagines #transformers jetfire #transformers jetstorm #tfa jetfire #tfa jetstorm #long post #my writing #maccadam #i love these doofy robots and their doofy accents so much #you have no idea how much fun they are to write dialogue for #sorry this isnt smut but i PROMISE there's more smut stuff on the way

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cyberrose2001 · 6 months ago

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TFP Optimus with a goth and metalhead reader. Reader is female. Fluff.

TFP Optimus x Fem!Goth/Metalhead!Reader

Heyy so this was pretty cute to write. I had come up with a couple different ideas but I went with something simple and took creative liberty. I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: None, Fluff, reader is human.

Word Count: 1,259

'There's no escape from the thoughts inside my head,

Dark days has taken the best of me,

I can't go on like this.'

Sliding the volume bar up, you relax into the stained lounge not currently occupied with kids bickering for player one. They can be pestering at best. However, you love them a lot, especially Miko. That little rockstar has wiggled her way under your skin more than you would've liked. You can't count how often she's come to you with a new metal song she wanted to destroy your eardrums with, in a good way, much to the chagrin of the rest of Team Prime.

So when your fellow metalhead friend goes home with a big smile on her face and the second guitar she's broken this week, you take the opportunity to relax with your own music. With added earbuds, of course.

'Can you turn back time,

To change what you have done?

To shape who you become?'

Shutting your eyes, you let the rolling drums and metallic melodies flood your senses, the lyrics soothing you better than any therapist you could throw money at.

'DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUUUUU-'

Tap tap.

"GAHH!"

After nearly giving the base a new emergency exit via a Y/n-shaped hole through the roof, you rip off your earbuds to glare daggers at exactly who tapped you on the shoulder in your mid-maladaptive daydreaming.

A very concerned, slightly mortified Optimus Prime stares at you right back.

You have now exceeded your yearly quota for embarrassment in the span of five seconds.

"Oh! Optimus, sorry I-" You fumble for your phone that went airborne to the other side of the lounge, quickly pausing your music and clearing your throat, "Sorry, is there something I can... do for you?"

Optimus recovers from your sudden outburst and clears his vocalizer, "Nothing to be concerned about," He pauses, "I think... but I couldn't help but overhear music coming from your small device."

"Oh, these?" You show him your earbuds, heavily used and on its last string of wire, "Yeah, that's what they're used for. Personalised music only you can listen to from, called earphones."

"Ah, a device that recognises its user," Optimus says confidently, "Would it still be functional if another were to use it?"

"Uh, no," You hold back a soft chuckle. Optimus may be an eons-old robot, but it seems he still has much to learn about human culture, "I phrased that wrong. It sends music directly into your ears. Not only does it sound better, but it's more... respectful to the people around you."

Optimus seemed to understand that, nodding and leaning in to get a closer look at the magical, elusive earphones, "Hm, I see. How interesting, I am not sure if Cybertron ever had these."

You're unsure if you should explain the crucial 'ear' part, but then again, you also had some things to learn about Cybertronians.

"Maybe," You say, giving him an unsure smile, "Would you... like to try them out? I'm not sure how they will fit because, y'know, ears."

The mech perks up at your offer, seeming interested in something other than having a candle-lit dinner and wine with his datapad.

"If you allow me," Optimus holds out a servo, "I would be grateful for the opportunity."

God, he's so sweet. It's like you asked him to accompany you to a high school dance, except it's not. He wants to try out earphones.

"I am sure they will be fine. My comlink had previously been modified to accommodate external inputs."

You smile sheepishly. That's a good enough answer and one you were hoping for. You move from the lounge to step onto Optimus' outstretched servo, and now you realise that you've never actually been held by Optimus. You know he's big, but suddenly becoming inches close to his faceplates and getting a feel for the mech's true size has your mind spinning.

And this piece of heavy metal that holds you like a delicate flower is about to experience true heavy metal.

Optimus studies you for a moment longer, and his optics finally get a proper, up-close look at your unique style, "You look quite... different from the others. Before proceeding with this 'personalised' experience, may I ask why?"

That shouldn't have made your face flush, but it did. Questionable choice of wording, but he's right. You do have a different style even compared to Miko. Instead of colourful streaks of pink and the brash early two thousand' get-up, you chose to adorn yourself with all-black clothing and absolutely no bold colours in your hair. Even your make-up, black lipstick, and harsh eyeliner that would make a Christian mother weep. Optimus would undoubtedly question why you chose a different way of representing yourself.

"Well, I'm sure it's strange to you," You begin, trying to ignore how high off the ground you are, "But it's another way for humans to express themselves. It's more of an aesthetic of sorts, but a way of life for others. I guess you could compare it to Cybertronians choosing their alt modes."

Optimus nods, absorbing the new knowledge like a sponge. For some reason, that was easier to explain than the earphones.

"Ah, so it is a distinct way to present yourself to others—an identity of sorts. We Cybertronians are quite limited in our own modifications, partly due to the war." The mech reaches his other servo to your hair, toying with the ends to admire the softness, "I do not find that strange at all that you would choose to modify yourself this way. It's rather endearing and unique; I admire that about your species."

"That's..." Your cheeks flush once again as you watch him play with your hair, "Kind of sweet." You give him a soft smile, touching his servo near your head. He makes eye contact with you, and that's when your breath hitches, and you clear your throat, "But it's not just clothes or... or other mods we can use - we can use music too."

Optimus nods his helm in familiarity, "Yes, I have become aware of that. Miko can be quite the musician." You're unsure if he's saying that to be polite or if he genuinely means it.

"Yeah, I've been trying to teach her, I promise." You chuckle softly, as does he. You continue, unconsciously gripping his servo, "But music is the pathway to the soul, at least for me. It can help me think and even untangle my emotions or just let them be and only soothe. It helps me live in the moment. Like a... a therapist, if that makes sense."

The Prime seems to have connected the dots, "That is why you spend most of your time resting on the couch listening to your music?" Optimus realises his impudence towards you earlier when he startled you, "I see. I apologise for interrupting your therapy earlier; that was rather brash of me."

God, no, he is exceeding unprecedented levels of sweetness now. His optics' soft, apologetic look nearly obliterates you, thinking he had legitimately interrupted a therapy session.

"No, no, Optimus," You suppress a laugh, "It's okay, really. It's a figure of speech. It feels like therapy. Sometimes it's better."

Optimus exhales a gentle sigh, "Apologies. You humans have such expressive figures of speech I have yet to catch onto."

"It's alright. Now, speaking of therapy." You try to hide your ever-growing affection for him and retract your hand, holding up one end of the small earbud, "How about that personalised experience?"

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp optimus #transformers x reader #tfp x reader #tfp optimus x reader #human reader #sfw #cyberrosewrites

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moonjump65 · 30 days ago

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TFP S.A.R.I. Time Skip

This is sort of an amalgam of Knowledge I have lf transformers, and it’s a bit loosey goosey so I might come back to this later and edit/rewrite it when I get caught up to MTMTE, and LL. Going off on sooome info I was told on certain bots like how Rung is a therapist and Megatron gets a redemption arc. I uhh also gotta finish season 3 of prime and watch the beast hunters movie. So we’re going off that and a bit of cyberverse here, skybound there, idw here and there whereever. Just gotta fit the vibe. It’s very informal for right now but it will be tightened up later as I get caught up with the comics and Prime TV Show.

This takes place 10 years after Prime so Sari would be 18 at the start of this iteration. And being a young adult/alien after being part of an intergalactic civil war is a nightmare with all the stuff you gotta unpack.

After the events of Prime, Sari attempted to go to human school, thinking she got her powers under control, she did not take into account people would go out of their way to bully her. Having lead to an incident where she defends herself but lead to a situation where some people got hurt and she decided to finish her education on Cybertron, feeling that if she was on Earth it might put others in danger.

Post Prime she is distraught over Optimus’s death. She very much picks up a grouch personality from Ratchet and gets very jaded. She has mandatory visits to Rung, and each appointment she is very avoidant or makes lite snarky jokes through them and is very aware of her problems. Though Rung gets her to stay the full session by offering her Earth snacks and she can only deal with the flavor of Sprite for so long. It wasn’t until a new leader was selected by the Matrix of leadership being Rodimus, that she actually discussed what happened.

In her time in Cybertron most times often than not, Sari would isolate herself and be a loner. And she would often try to hide the fact that she’s part organic, feeling that her first experience with school and not being diligent enough with her abilities caused people to get hurt, and she over corrects by isolating herself and thinking if she’s the best medic maybe she can reverse or mend the harm she caused or maybe she just does not want to be hurt again. Though Hot Rod would find Sari to be really interesting and actually wants to be her friend. And he’s actually quiet persistant.

The matrix of leadership chose Rodimus in the Sari AU, and it is because Hotrod reminded the matrix/the allspark/optimus’s soul of Sari and how kind and willing to be a friend to anyone no matter what. And Sari would warm up to Hot Rod, and get in touch with that side of herself again. And just Ratchet would be so happy that Sari is having fun again and being a dumb young person. They would have a Bumblebee/ TFA Sari Dynamic where they share the same brain cell or a sort of Brother/Sister Relationship.

When Sari is on Cybertron, she uses her alt form mostly and on rare occasions and privacy takes on her normal mode. Mainly to have people not think differently of her, and for Cybertronians not to recognize her. After the incident in High School she sort of exiles herself to Cybertron thinking to herself she does not belong with humans and completed her education with the high guard academy.

As a sort of an high guard academy graduation present for Sari maybe Jack and June make a necklace for Sari being a pendant that looks similar to the Key to Vector Sigma. As a sort of nod to her and Jack’s adventure when she was little and a thing to hold close to her when thinking about Optimus.

She is especially critical of Rodimus when he becomes a Prime because he reminds her of herself when she was younger and she hates how she was when she was that age despite being a child and in a very strange situation. And Rung calls her out on this saying “This new Prime…when you criticize him you use similar language to when you tell me about your years on team prime and criticize your younger self” and she is shocked and horrified at this revelation.

She would have alot of first and secondary trauma, and hold a lot of resentment to the reformed Megatron, to a point where she picks a fight with him ON SIGHT. Though this ends up being bridged over and they would talk to each other about Orion/Optimus. With Sari knowing about his Optimus days and Megatron on his days as Orion and she realizes “Holy crap YOU GUYS TOTALLY LIKED LIKED EACHOTHER”

Homegirl as soon as she would turn 18 would get a tattoo of the autobot insignia on her shoulder. Much to Ratchet’s shagrin.

Rodimus would learn what kind of person Sari was when she was on Team Prime when they visit June, and June gushes over Sari and is like “I get you are busy with your medibot studies but it doesn’t kill you to stop and visit??” And June goes out of her way to show pictures of Sari as a kid and even showed pictures of Sari in her Optimus costume, saying “She was such a Daddy’s girl when she was little. Always wanting to help out and make Optimus and Ratchet proud.”

Sari post timeskip had this reputation of being this straightlaced no nonsense medic, but then in secret have a secret career in a more tamed version of the cybertronian gladiator pits. Like wwe wrestling. And has like the alterego of Malpractice or something and saying “Just because I can put bots together doesn’t mean I can’t take them apart”. And like she would channel her younger self in the arena not being above biting and all. Putting on a damn Luchador mask.

Hot Rod would learn of this and use that as blackmail-essentially karma for Sari’s antics with Jack and Smokescreen as a kid

When Sari tells Jack about this-he cracks up laughing

And Megatron seeing the straight laced no nonsense Sari is just like “If you were to tell me that scraplet and this medibot were the same being I would have assumed it was another of Starscream’s games.” But then when Hotrod shows him her in the arena-he is like “NOW THAT IS THE SCRAPLET THAT WAS THE BANE TO THE DECEPTICONS”

I just imagine her going for the cybertronian equivelent of the achilles tendons and just biting and ripping them out like a feral animal

Essentially using her medical knowledge to pin point where to take bots down

And just Hot Rod/Rodimus being horrified and Megatron being impressed

I just imagining her screaming to the mic “THE DOCTOR IS IN, AND SHE IS PERSCRIBING 33 CCS OF GET FRAGGED.”

She’d probibly scream into the mic after she won saying “IM A VIRUS YOU CAN’T GET RID OF”

I could see her after beating a contender pulling up a pen and paper writing a perscription and it being written on it “COPE”

I could see her doing this after Rung suggest her getting an outlet for the pent up emotions she was feeling.

#maccadam #transformers #tfa sari #tfp optimus prime #tfp ratchet #tfp megatron #tfp au #megop #tfp megop #tf animated #tfa #archive of our own #tfa au #lost light #more than meets the eye #keep spoilers to a minimum

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theangrycomet-art · 2 months ago

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Sparks and Optics, What the heck do they have to do with an Alien Robot’s Health: A Minor Set of Headcannons on how Sparks work in TFA

A long winded and doodled brain worm that has been haunting yours truly because I got an ask about optic colors :)

This takes @paradimeart orbabies au/"how were more bots built without the allspark" headcannon/au into account so check that for some context on the exact details of Protorbs/Protomechs and the whole “Vector Sigma is now in charge of repopulating cybertron in place of the Allspark”

Alright, enough dilly dallying, let’s dive into this headcannon turned into a Chapter in a high school science textbook

First Off, Sparks

Each Cybertronian requires their spark to live, it powers their bodies and serves as a “soul”. Basic Transformers lore there.

Though with the whole Headmaster thing, there is evidence to argue that a transformer of any faction can theoretically survive being separated from their spark chamber for some time, as Bulkhead, Sentinel, and Starscream all were able to operate and function just as heads. I believe that there IS a time limit for this determined by how much power their heads can store. There is also the fact that some bots such as Blitzwing, Lugnut, and Wasp (and maybe Bumblebee- I don’t remember 100% for him) have more “modular “ frames that allow them to move their body parts independently when seperate d drone them. Both of which aspects are another interesting topic to explore but THAT’S a topic for a whole ‘nother post.

Transcript: The default color of a Cybertronian’s optic is determined on their spark. Pre-War, when customizations were more readily available, there were far more Optic Colors. This trend , however, has all but died in present day. End of Transcript.

As read on the tin, the optic color of a bot is shown to match the colors of the charged lining of the interior of a bot, blue for Autobots, red for Decepticons, purple in Wasp’s case. Given the the uniformity of eye colors in TFA, the inverse explanation I believe is that getting Optic Mods is considered a faux pas.

Between the strained resources from the war, Autobot propaganda, and the Decepticons’ limited access to such amenities, wasting materials on such minor modifications would not only seen as wasteful but highly suspicious. Those outliers with optic colors outside the typical hues of their faction likely face scrutiny from their peers on both sides.

But what is the difference between an autobots and a deceticon’s spark?

I believe that the critical difference is their ability to process and store energon.

Spark Anatomy

The spark is built into three major components, the shield dome, the outer core, and the inner core. Each is critical to maintaining a Cybertronian’s health and ensure their long lifetimes.

Transcript 1: a Healthy “Autobot-Typical” Spark. Shield Dome -serves as defense for the spark, EXTREMELY sensitive. Inner core: -extremely dense,innermost energon, made of multiple spheres contracted together, individual spheres CAN be removed. Outer core: -CRITICAL FOR SPARK STABILITY, keeps inner core safely in place.

Transcript 2: a Healthy “Decepticon-Typical” Spark. Shield Dome -serves as defense for the spark, EXTREMELY sensitive. Inner core: -larger energon deposits, tho (avg) the same amount, red tint indicates (here there are three upward facing arrows indicating “increased”) endurance. Outer Core: - more prone to breaking down but recovers quickly.

As shown above, the concentrations of energon that build up the inner cores of a transformers spark are significantly larger in Decepticons than in Autobots, allowing them to handle larger frames with ease, but also generate greater forces of strength without tiring themselves out as easily. It’s’ built for higher endurance and energy out body, which allows them to carry heavier duty tools (and weapons) naturally without easily exhausting themselves.

However, this comes at a cost, as the outer core, or this sparks “lining” is at a higher risk of warping or or worse damage.

Which leads us to OverCharged Sparks.

Overcharged Sparks

Overcharged sparks, or O.Sparks, have occurred for as long as the Allspark has been granting life, a minor glitch in the system. They are varied, but they’re all sparks who generate high maintenance cores with very limited outlets for the excess energy they generate. They come in two major types, depending on the source of their “overcharge”.

Transcript: Overcharged Sparks: Type 1. -sparks creation had too much energy output -> hence the name, excess charge cases the inner core to be over stimulated and lash out, bashing into the outer core, warping it, or worse tearing it.

Type 1 O.Sparks’ inner cores are permanently disrupted. They cannot stabilize nor can the individual energon spheres concentrate together on their own. There is very little treatment for grown frames with this condition, with protorbs/protomechs there is a limited window during which one can encourage the spark to concentrate its excess energy into developing an outlier. HOW one is supposed to go about this is completely unknown, and though Yoketron had some theoreys, his focus was more on making sure the protorbs/protomechs in his care survived into adulthood.

Due to this fact, there was an attempt made to force more outliers out of the latest batch of Protorbs by overstimulating their Sparks at creation. This experiment forced a generation of “experimental frames” to acquire with O.Sparks.

The experiment was a complete failure.

With 60% of the frames not surviving outside the proto-mold (so many little puddles of shiny melted baby goo to mop up), only half of the remaining batch not making it past the Protorb stage. Out of the surviving batch- a little more than a 200 grew to full maturity. With all that carnage, only 7% of the survivors developed any desirably outliers l.

The rest continue to suffer a lifetime of symptoms that few doctors could diagnose, much less treat with no gain. Most of these models aren’t expected to life so much as a fraction as the average expected lifespan for an autobot.

This was done without Yoketron’s knowledge, as he did not directly interact with the Vector Sigma when it was doing its thing and left the maintenance of VS to it’s keepers. But when he found exactly WHY so many of the children in his care kept suffering… let’s just say few have ever had the misfortune to see the cyber-ninja master terrifying fury. The already limited amount of outsiders allowed access to the “Daycare” went down to exactly 1 (and it certainly wasn’t Ultra Magnus or any of his lackeys) and the bots selected for “babysitting” were run over with a fine toothed comb.

After this, the Autobots focused on standardizing models. Two of the selected models were the smaller, more energy efficient, “scout” protoform model that Bumbleebee has and the sturdy, reliable truck model that Ratchet and Ironhide share.

Hence why there are so many younger bots share frame types.

The “Success” Stories

Despite the tragedy of the Council’s meddling, there are a few notable survivors success stories of the Outliers Experiment, some who even live with minimal symptoms and some desirable outliers.

Transcript: Notable Bots with O. Type 1 Sparks: Blurr. Blurr’s spark channeld his excess “charge” into his speed. Since his spark figured this out as a protomech & stableized some, his optics were able to settle closer to a healthy cyan.

Most well known amongst the Elite Guard would be Blurr, with his outlier being, of course, his speed. His spark used the excess charge to increase his processor efficiency and in turn encouraged charge release through movement. Holding still for extended periods of time is not an option, leading to limited and short recharges, which in turn lead to increase in irritability.

Transcript: Notable Bots with O. Type 1 Sparks: Bulkhead is an anomaly amongst the O!Sparks. His spark addressed his excess charge by enforcing his frame to a heavy duty build and "grow" until his frame could better handle it. He literally "broke the mold".

Bulkhead is the only bot with an O!Spark who's excess charge was directed to re-enforce his frame. According to his specs, he is supposed half his size (and a quarter of his weight). With this re-enforced frame, he is also the asymptomatic O!Spark.

Transcript 1: Moonracer is an atypical O!Spark. Her spark tuned her excess energy to a gravity manipulator. However her small frame still struggles to compensate for the remaining charge, resulting in her going into stasis at random.

Moonracer, like Blurr, proved to be an outlier with her built in Gravitic Adjuster. However, like Blurr, her spark does not allow Moonracer to stay still for long periods of time. Her charge builds up and leads to forced reboots to re-stabilize her energy levels. (ie if she stops moving for too long than she passes out) While not the worst of the potential side effects, it has impeded her desire to be a pilot.

Transcript 2: Most Cybertronians with O!Sparks don't adapt to the excess charge. These unlucky frames life spans are much shorter due to their sparks literally burning out their frame. Their lives can be extended through extensive modding and in some cases a complete frame change but their symptoms will always remain.

Most of the survivors of the Outlier experiments do not make it to 10,000. In fact, their lucky to make it to 3,000.

Typical Side Effects for Type 1 Overcharged Sparks

Eye Rings/cracked optics

poor vision

insomnia

higher core temperature

joint stripping (can be treated with regular oiling)

chronic pain

slow self-repair nanite response (can be supplemented)

Type 2 O!Sparks

Transcrpit: Type 2 is the most common type of O!Spark, and is typically the result of severe physical trauma, whether from combat, medical procedures, just plain bad luck.

These are the result of an Outer Spark Core failure, damaging the inner core and resulting in instability. As such, Type 2 O.Sparks are rarely found in Decepticons.

Most importantly, they are Treatable.

There are 3 sub types; 2-a, 2-b, and 2-c.

Type 2-a

Type 2-a O!Sparks are typically the result of poor mental health.

Long-term emotional distress can cause the Outer Spark Core to breakdown and weaken, causing instability within the Innermost Spark Core.

The most obvious symptom is a yellow tint to the Optics. The stronger the yellow tones, the worse state the Inner Core is.

The spark must repair itself on its own but in order for that to occur the patient must address the root problem. Treatment focuses on restoring the Outer Core and minimizing stimulation of the Inner Core.

Though uncommon, many veterans of the great war have develop some degree of Type 2-a O!Sparks.

Side Effects

memory purges

poor recharge cycles

lethargy

limited EM Field extentsion

chronic fatigue

Type 2-B

Type 2-B is the result of the Spark Chamber being damaged, BUT the spark core remained intact.

Research in Type 2 Overcharged Sparks began anew when the ailing Ultra Magnus's spark stability was under question.

In his case, his Innermost Energon was severely destabilized within the InnerCore, but the cores themselves remained intact. Until the cores are stabilized and the Innermost Energon stabilized, it is best to keep the patient in a medically induced coma.

Often times the circumstances of this kind of spark damage are in an unsalvageable frame, so there is not much research in long-term treatment, but First Aid believes it to be curable with the right treatment. How much of that assessment is First Aid being overly optimistic and under a lot of pressure is left to be decided

Side Effects

Optic Cracking (permanent)

lethargy

limited EM Field extentsion

chronic fatigue

chronic pain (though this could be due to the frame damage associated with such injuries)

Type 2-C, a recent discovery

Type 2-c O!Sparks have only recently been reclassified as a separate subset with the Autobots Aerial project.

Not much is known about them, and with only 2 known surviving holders of 2-c sparks, the data pool is extremely limited.

Type 2-c damage seems to be the result of the spark overextending itself to it's breaking point. It is believed to occur during medical procedures or extreme physical trauma, or in the Jettwins cases, both. The running theory is that the sparks are so desperate to live they open themselves up to any possibility of survival.

As a result, Type 2-c sparks can be artificially stimulated into developing outliers.

Optic notes: a second pupil ring developed in the optics after the Spark is manually/medically stabilized, geometric cracks are develop. A case of nearsightedness has developed in one of the subjects though this has easily corrected with a visor.

Symptoms: None. Then again 2-C overcharged sparks typically result in short but extremely painful deaths.

Medical Notes: The Jettwins have shown none of the typical symptoms associated with Overcharged Sparks outside their optic color changing and their inner core scattering. This requires more research, but Wheeljack's running theory is that the decpeticon coding taught their sparks outer core to repair itself, and in the process somehow stabilized the center core.

Waiting for comparisons with Blurr's Spark (one of the only "stabilized" overcharged sparks known) for comparison.

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Got yet another au on the brain. A Transformers Animated reverse au, where the autobots are a bunch of humans who end up collectively adopting a giant teenage cybertronian Sari jvjvjjs

Only have human Prowl sketch rn but there's plenty of info for the au under the cut

Ratchet is a retired war vet who owns a car garage. He doesn't get much business nowadays because this is still the version of Detroit from the show, where technology is far more advanced than what it is now. Ratchet's car garage is located in a spot on the outskirts of the city, where older tech is still commonplace. There's usually some kind of project going on in the garage at all times, but it's mostly restoring classic cars rather than repairing anything new.

Bulkhead is a high school senior who works at Ratchet's garage on the weekends. He's a huge dude, the main linebacker on the football team. But only because his dad is the coach and pushes him towards a football scholarship. Bulk himself is far more interested in mechanics and would rather continue working at the garage instead of going to college. He has no idea that Ratchet has plans to pass the garage onto him eventually.

Prowl is a mixed martial arts instructor whose training studio sits in the same area as Ratchet's garage. With so many folks relying on personal robots and such for protection, Prowl doesn't see many students come in his door. Which is fine with him as he prefers the quiet solitude. (Or at least he likes to tell himself that.) It's well known in the area that Prowl dropped out of college, and most folks tend to judge him on that alone. He still manages to speak and act in a far wiser manner than most his age.

Bee is a senior like Bulk, but his smaller frame leads others to believe he's much younger than he really is. Bee was bullied a lot in school until befriending Bulk. With the linebacker at his side, other students became far more hesitant to mess with him. However, Bee didn't want Bulk to feel like he needed to protect him *all* the time. So he made a deal with Prowl to be his student and to pay for lessons by doing jobs around the studio (mostly cleaning and chores like that).

Aaannnddddd Optimus. After an honorable discharge from the military, Optimus went to stay with Ratchet, who's his uncle in this au. He tries to help out at the garage a bit but he isn't really that great at it. He's trying, boy is so lost in life at this point. He feels that he's lost his purpose and thus needs some kind of direction.

And then there's Sari. She's a scout who was sent away from Cybertron with the Allspark in her possession. Her mission was just to find a good hiding place to keep it out of harm's way. But soon as she gets to Earth, she loses the darn thing and crashes right into the parking lot where Prowl's and Ratchet's work place be at. The 5 guys just happened to all be working late and thus witnessed her crash. Optimus ends up taking it on himself to help out with Sari's mission to find and relocate the Allspark. The rest are a bit more hesitant to join in, but do so regardless.

Cue many silly shenigans involving trying to hide a giant robot teenager from the public eye vijvjdj

#transformers #transformers au #transformers animated #tfa #tfa prowl #humanformers #human prowl #my art #pencil sketches #tfa reverse au

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Firsts to Grow Up | Humans in the Malto Family

Dorothy “Dot” Malto

The strict and loving matriarch of the Malto family. Dot was once a lieutenant in the U.S army during the Cybertronian war on Earth. Having fought alongside the Autobots and against the Decepticons, her opinions regarding the alien robots depend on them as individuals. But as for her general feelings towards them, she’d rather not be in their vicinity unless necessary. Dot lost a leg from knee down whilst defending civilians during a Decepticon attack. The one who rescued her and delivered her to medical assistance was none other than the now former leader of the Decepticons – Megatron. Fifteen years have passed since their last battle together, Dot and Megatron rarely see each other since. The conspiracies that follow Megatron wherever he goes is a burden that is his alone to bear. As his close friend, Dot will help him should he asks. As a mother and wife, her main priority is her family. The last thing she wants for her children is for them to be involved in the aliens’ politics that took Dot her entire life to get out of. The Terrans’ existence causes a mental war between Dot’s motherhood and her trauma.

Alex Malto

A dotting husband to Dot; father to Robby and Mo. Alex has a doctrine in Cybertronian culture and history. During the Cybertronian War on Earth, he was drafted into the Philippines military as a consultant in Cybertron-Earth relations. He and Dot first met during their services in the U.S. The two fell in love fast and got married. When news of Dot’s near fatal injury reached him, Alex left his station to visit her in a hospital at another state -- unbeknownst he would avoid a catastrophe that killed hundreds of his colleagues and refugees. While the catastrophe drastically shifted humanity’s views on Cybertronians, Alex’s boyish admiration of their kind remains. He kept the toys, the comics, and every physical media that promoted the Autobots when he was young. Despite that, he shares Dot’s wishes to stay away from their politics. His profession may force him back but right now, he is a historian teacher in Witwicky’s high school and to his adopted children – the Terrans.

Robby Malto

Fourteen-year-old son of Alex and Dot; twin brother to Morgan. Robby grew up in the city and the city life was where he wants his future to be. He had a great reputation at school, has many friends, and won several competitions in robotics and science. However, his dreams crumble when he and his family move to the small town Witwicky, surrounded by mountains, wildlife, and terribly weak internet signal. Robby doesn’t understand his mother. She was partners with Megatron of all Cybertronians, yet she doesn’t see him often nor wants to be around Cybertronians. He doesn’t understand his father. Since he knows so much about the alien robots’ culture, why did he agree with Dot’s decision to not have any involvement with them? He doesn’t understand his twin sister. Mo is at cloud nine since the move. The night crickets doesn’t disturb her sleep, the smell from cows doesn’t bother her, and very oddly, she’s excited about their new school. Robby wished he could wear his headphones and play games until he magically had his old city life back. After he gained the cybersleeves, Robby endures the pain coming from beneath it all while handling the Terrans’ emotional hive mind and his family distancing from him that he is very well aware is his own doing.

Morgan “Mo” Malto

Fourteen-year-old daughter of Alex and Dot; twin sister to Robby. While Robby would brood at his desk staring at his computer all day long in their new home, Mo would run free at the wild outdoors. The Malto’s new home in Witwicky is like haven to her. She gets her own room, no vehicles that might run over her, no nosy neighbours, and nature all around her! Mo’s life in the city was lonely. She was an odd one out at school and none appreciated her imaginative personality. Her new school in Witwicky gave her many good friends, and a chance for her to play role-playing board games. The Terrans are a great surprise addition to the new chapter in her life. Mo quickly grows into the role as big sister and learns to understand how the emotional hivemind functions quite fast, though she has no idea how to explain it. She spends most of her free time with the Terrans so whenever they have questions and their parents or their teachers aren’t around, they go to Mo. Despite this, however, Mo desperately wishes to keep her emotions private again. She doesn’t want her siblings to know how bad her period can be, she hates how the Terrans keep guessing her activities at every jolt of emotions, suggesting what she “should” do, and she doesn’t understand why her twin brother keeps pushing her away when she can literally feel him calling for help. Her new home is becoming more hurtful than joyful, but Mo keeps wearing a big smile on her face. For her family’s sake.

#transformers #earthspark #firsts to grow up au #earthspark au #macaddam #tf malto #dot malto #alex malto #robby malto #Mo malto #tf terrans #tfes #transformers earthspark

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Got to see TFONE last night.

Spoilers obviously.

This is more looking at the world building and references than the film as a whole though.

The theater I was in wasn’t exactly full. Initially it was just me and a mother & son. Later on another family and some college/high school girls trickled in, but that was it. The box office so far, despite the film debuting at #1 and positive reviews and word of mouth, is pretty weak.

It’s been pointed out that once more that casuals don’t really care if it’s accurate to Transformers or not, they just like seeing the shredded metal Bionicles smashing each other and transforming into cool cars, skeletal dinosaurs, & skeletal nonsense animals.

Like it or not, the Bayformers are still very popular, heck the audience for The Last Knight I was in years ago was considerably bigger than this.

Do not be shocked if at some point the movies go back to these guys:

Over these guys.

The TFONE toys have rolled out, and have largely superseded the EarthSpark toys, but so far they don’t seem to be budging. Now before you say kids don’t like toys anymore, the kids I saw in Ollie’s were excited looking at the toys, but even at Good Stuff Cheap, the kids didn’t buy anything because it was still too expensive for them.

It’s all about price, and I’m sorry to say the TF toys are just too expensive still. I almost got a Sentinel Prime toy because I liked him in the film, but the cheapest thing was 10 dollars and not worth the amount as a 1-Step Changer.

The toy aspect I’ll circle back to because it’s relevant, but as for the movie itself, it’s good!

I liked it well enough, it’s definitely the film hard cores claim they wanted. Personally I still kinda prefer the Bay films. DotM is my personal favorite, and the use of Sentinel Prime as the main villain echos some of that. As a new origin story, it does what it’s supposed to do, and it’s the only time Optimus and Megatron being friends actually makes sense. The old G1 episode that sparked it, Megatron was never Orion’s friend, he just feigned interest to get Energon. Cyberverse and Prime, despite what the writers pat themselves on the back for a showing a nuanced Megatron, no he was just an unstable idiot that threw a 4 million year hissy fit when Optimus got what he wanted.

Here, TFONE takes great pains to establish Optimus and Megatron’s relationship. It’s very believable they used to be close friends, and I think part of it is the movie ignoring the political aspect that drove Aligned, IDW, and Cyberverse, instead casting both as underclass Worker-Bots that mined for Energon in the bowels of Cybertron. They’re just a couple of college aged dudes bonding over their love of the Primes, their wide eyed optimism and their job. Simple as that. Honestly I think the political aspects that stuff like IDW went so hard on was what made Orion and Megatron being friends before hard to believe, especially when most stories made it clear Megatron had a corrupt, semi selfish agenda to put himself in charge. Regardless if this film does well financially, hopefully the goodwill will see Hasbro and other creatives go with the blue collar approach for Optimus and Megatron’s origins. That works so much better. Also a big change is Orion was the well meaning reckless go getter, while Megatron as D-16 preferred structure and routine. Usually past stuff had it the opposite, so this is a welcome change. Even a recent manga took this to heart with Optimus as the reckless prankster doodling on Alpha Trion’s statue and falling asleep during class, while Megatron was the more attentive, studious one. More of this please.

Similarly, the future Autobots all being the Cogless while the future Decepticons were the high society/corrupt High Guard also makes so much more sense, as it never made sense before how the Decepticons were bad if they were the ones standing up to an oppressive government and the Autobots were the privileged ones that seemed to be defending it. Netflix WFC even acknowledges in-story that’s what’s happening but doesn’t really offer a reason as to why things escalated this badly and why we should root for the Autobots if they’re supposed to technically be the rich we’re supposed to eat.

So yes more of this, more the AUTOBOTS were the oppressed underclass. That makes much more sense, than they were the ones who largely benefitted from the old system.

As for the general lore, this is pretty divorced from what’s been the norm so far.

The Primus origin story is the default with the Quintessons as an ancient alien enemy that attacked the Transformers years ago still in play. From there it spirals into its own thing.

The Primes are simply known as the Primes, they’re never called The Thirteen at any stage. They were the peaceful, benevolent rulers of Cybertron who were prone to epic speeches. Zeta Prime is among the Primes, and was the Matrix holder before Sentinel Prime. It’s unclear if Zeta is the replacement for The Arisen, since The Arisen being Optimus was such an unpopular idea (wouldn’t it make more sense if he was Rodimus?), but until an art book comes out to clarify it, I’m leaning towards Zeta Prime being the replacement member.

Zeta’s character model was a loose hybrid of his previous designs but with a G1 ‘toon bent.

Also, Primes die (except Alpha Trion) during a Quintesson ambush. Alchemist Prime never goes on to become Maccadam in this universe. Megatronus Prime is the most popular Prime among the youngest population and he has a lot of merch. Megatron had posters and a sticker tattoo he proudly wore gifted to him by Orion. Megatronus was the biggest, and most powerful Prime, but unlike most incarnations, he didn’t turn on his siblings for selfish, Unicron related reasons or was perpetually on fire as he was among the first to be killed. If anything they made him look more like a G1 cartoon version of IDW Tarn. I thought it WAS Tarn at first until I corrected myself.

The Primes have more unique designs, taking cues from the Aligned designs, though Vector Prime is more specifically based on his Galaxy Force design, but otherwise are their own thing. Potentially the upcoming Age of Primes successor to Legacy may use these as a basis. In particular they finally found a readable design for this monstrosity.

Taking the base idea and pushing it into an Ed-209 direction.

Sentinel Prime is the current leader of Cybertron, but he’s a fraud. Formerly an assistant to the Primes, he hated them and coveted their power and the Matrix. Making a deal with the Quintessons, he stages a coup that kills the Primes, with Sentinel slaying several himself, Megatronus (and much later Alpha Trion) among them. While having a certain charm, he’s a selfish, greedy weasel who sold out his people for power, robbing the newest generation (Orion, Megatron, Bumblebee and Elita among them) of their Cogs and making them into a worker class to mine Energon to pay off the Quintessons. It’s never explained WHY the Quints attacked Cybertron, though maybe that’s something for TFTWO to tackle if we get one. While described more as paying off debts to loan sharks, it comes more off as Sentinel paying them to leave Cybertron alone. Sentinel’s actions also caused Cybertron’s energy crisis, as in this universe, the Matrix itself is tied to the flow of Energon on the planet. When Sentinel ripped open Zeta’s chest to claim the Matrix, the babble disintegrated like it did in RotF, denying Sentinel the power he craved and starving the planet of free flowing liquid Energon. Instead, he took Megatronus’ T-Cog as a trophy. Like RotF, the Matrix only appears to those worthy of it. This again makes more sense than just having it laying around for writers to make Megatron be worthy of it instead when he absolutely shouldn’t be, let alone able to use it at all.

Despite the Quintessons being the background antagonists, it’s never clarified in the film if they’re still related to Quintus Prime or not. To an extent I’d sort of prefer if they weren’t related, I’ve always been mixed on the idea that the Transformers created the Quints, vs the more clever meta gag the TFs are in-universe product created by the Quints.

The Quints, what little we see of them, have unique designs that are way different from the tiki mask wearing eggs but still harken back to them somewhat. They took great pains to make them look scary, giving them a more bio mechanical look. Even their ship looks somehow alive, having the same bio mechanical design. The Quintessons aren’t usually known for their fighting ability but these guys are brutal. Their foot soldiers are crablike versions of these one offs from the G1 ‘toon:

No Sharkiticons for these guys, at least not yet.

A funny observation is while the Transformers have a written alien language, it flip flops between a Japanese looking script to just being straight up English. Perhaps English is galactic standard on Cybertron.

Circling back to the toys, the toys don’t take advantage of a unique gimmick within the story itself. The T-Cogs are a major plot point, and like in more modern media, are the reason the Transformers can Transform at all. Not having one is seen as bad, as some throwaway lines see some Cogless having tried to Transform without one, but twisting themselves into pretzels.

Despite being present when D-16 openly said he wanted to kill Sentinel dead for his betrayal (Megatron LOVED Sentinel originally, a big don’t meet your heroes moment for him), Alpha Trion saw fit to gift the four Cogless workers the Cogs from the Primes to shape their destiny and save Cybertron. Orion got Prima, Bumblebee got Micronus (cuz he’s small, geddit?), but the other two I’m not clear on. The other donated Cogs were Onyx’s and Alchemist’s, but who they went to I’m not super sure. I THINK Elita got Onyx and D-16 got Alchemist, but feel free to correct me. Later on, D-16 stole back Megatronus’ Cog from Sentinel, and installed it in himself after removing Alchemist’s. Doing so causes D-16 to evolve into his more traditional Megatron body, with a tricked out triple barrel cannon in place of his usual cannon. Sentinel also briefly turns into artillery laden battle mode using Megatronus’ Cog.

My point being is you could’ve had the One toyline be built around a Mini-Con/Powermaster like gimmick, where plugging in a Cog unlocks a battle mode and the ability to Transform. Even if it’s not 100% accurate, how cool would it be to have a toy of Elita where upon plugging in Solus Prime’s Cog causes a pop out Solus Forge Hammer to appear. Alternatively, the Cog itself Transforms into a Prime themed weapon, so Orion Pax gets a Cog that turns into Prima’s sword or Megatron gets a beastly clip on cannon from Onyx. Stuff like that would be really cool I feel. They kinda have a Cog theme in the current 1-Step Cog Changers, but it’s not quite right.

My only real complaint with the movie itself is the High Guard, the future Decepticons and soldiers that worked with the Primes originally, feel tacked on. Screamer, the Waves and the Jets occupy the Guard, with Starscream as the leader. They broke off from Sentinel after seeing his betrayal, but they also seem very keen on seizing power for themselves, as Starscream has no Nobel intentions, he simply wants to be in charge as those in charge have the power and luxury. The Guard are responsible for minor attacks and inconveniences to stick it to Sentinel, but the movie only tells us this when we meet the group. It might’ve helped if there was a scene early on that better establishes them, like Orion and D-16 watching a news report about them, and D scoffs at their audacity or something. Nevertheless Megatron high jacking the Guard is a clever subversion on his and Starscream’s schtick: Megatron is the young upstart who took it over from the much older established Starscream. Future resentment should be amusing though despite being humiliated in front of his squad, and his voice box damaged, Starscream seems content to follow for now.

Shockwave is also more of a comic relief character here. He’s very emotional and silly, berating the others for not having Bee’s gag on tight enough so he’d shut up, and there’s a running gag about Elita punching him in his eye, that caused him to shut up and listen to her. Shockwave was also the one to try and help Starscream when D-16 beats the crap out of him, but Soundwave stops him. No logic from this version, so perhaps Shockwave in the future will be more like his traitorous Marvel G1 self? Skybound also entertained a huge departure in Shockwave as a highly emotional mad scientist, so we’ll see if this bares fruit.

All and all, this is a solid entry and as it’s own thing (Lorenzo was finally forced to admit One is a new universe unrelated to Bayformers), but with the movie currently struggling to make back its budget, it’s functionally a flop right now. It will probably do far better on Streaming like RotB (besides P+, it also did really well on Netflix in other countries) but with people generally being okie-dokie with the film’s premise, hopefully that sees Hasbro using this backstory going forward for other projects as this is what we should’ve had for Aligned, Cyberverse, EarthSpark & IDW, not the crappily written moral ambiguity we’ve been stuck with most people hate.

#transformers #blueike #blueike productions #maccadam #transformers one #transformers one spoilers

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tfrb-forest-fire-survivors-au · 1 year ago

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Even more incorrect quotes

Heatwave: "Who the fuck broke the toaster?"

Boulder: "It was Cody."

Blades: "It was Cody."

Chase: "Cody broke it."

Cody:

Cody: "...yOU PROMISED-"

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Blades: "So don't panic but one of us is possessed by an owl...."

Heatwave: "...."

Boulder: "....."

Chase: "......"

Cody: "..Who?"

Blades: "That's the thing we don't-" *Everyone stares at Cody*

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Blades: "Alright Chase, Boulder. Let's go over this one more time."

Blades: "If something breaks?"

Chase: "We try to fix it before Heatwave gets home."

Blades: "If it doesn't work?"

Boulder: "We blame Cody."

Cody: "Seriously guys, what the hell?!"

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Cody: "What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched?"

Graham: "IT."

Dani: "Annabelle."

Chief Burns: "Paranormal Activity."

Kade: "High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words."

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Chase: "What scares you guys the most?"

Blades: "Werewolves!"

Boulder: "Sharks."

Heatwave: "The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death."

Heatwave:

Heatwave: "Cody dying."

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*Everyone is giving advice to Cody*

Boulder: "It's okay to ask for help."

Blades: "You're not a burden."

Heatwave: "Murder is okay."

Chase: "Your feelings matter."

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Boulder: "What do you do when someone offers you drugs?"

Cody: "Take them!"

Chase: "Punch them in the neck!"

Blades: "Say thank you!"

Heatwave: "Offer them more drugs to assert dominance!"

Boulder: "…"

Boulder: "No."

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Boulder: "Guys… the principal just called—"

Chase: "It was Blades!"

Blades: "It was Heatwave!"

Heatwave: "It was Cody!"

Cody: "It was me!"

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Cody: "We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends."

Blades: "...Your what?"

Cody: "My friends."

Boulder: "Are they saying “friends”?"

Chase: "I think they're being sarcastic."

Heatwave: "No, no, no, this is delirium, they've cracked from being awake all night. Hey, Cody! All of your friends are in this room."

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Chase: "What's the worst thing you guys have done?"

Boulder: "Rickrolled my teacher on Cybertron."

Blades: "I kicked Heatwave in the shin-"

Heatwave: "-So I kicked Blades between the legs."

Cody: "I almost died and was burned in a forest fire."

Chase: "What?!"

Heatwave: "What the hell is wrong with you?!?"

Cody: "A lot of things."

Blades: "No shit."

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Heatwave: "Cody's first detention, I'm so proud."

Boulder: "Whoa, back up. Why did they get detention?"

Chase: "Because he was acting a fool as a human say."

Blades, terrified: "They can do that??"

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Cody: "You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?"

Heatwave: "Several traffic violations."

Graham: "Three counts of resisting arrest."

Dani: "Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks."

Kade: "Also, Heateave's still technically grounded for his non-robotic behavior in public."

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Blades: "What do you guys do when you're stressed?"

Chase: "Try and calm myself down!"

Boulder: "Recharge."

Cody: "Get myself into even more stress, so that the first reason for my stress gets cancelled out."

Heatwave: "I don't."

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Chase: "Did you bring Boulder?"

Blades, gesturing to Cody: "No, but I brought the next best thing."

Chase: "Cody? The next best thing would be Heatwave."

Cody: "I would be offended, but Heatwave is freakishly strong."

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Chief Burns: "I swear to god sometimes I'm the only one here with a braincell."

Cody, Dani, Graham, and Kade: "ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!"

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Chief Burns: "Hey, how did my phone break?"

Dani: "You were drunk yesterday."

Chief Burns: "And?"

Cody: "You threw it."

Chief Burns: "Why?"

Graham: "You turned on airplane mode and kept screaming “FLY DAMN YOU!”"

Chief Burns: "And why didn’t you stop me?!"

Kade: "We were busy laughing our asses off."

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Chief Burns: "You three, explain right now!"

Kade: "It was Dani."

Graham: "It was Dani."

Cody: "It was Dani."

Dani:

Dani: "…fuck."

#incorrect quotas #tfrb #tfrb cody #tfrb au #forest fire survivors duo #rescue bots #the burns family

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moonlight-tmd · 8 months ago

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Suggestion shockbee au where shockwave runs a speak easy that's secretly a front for the decepticon mob and ends up falling for their newest bartender/performer bumblebee.

Ooh now that's interesting-

Hmm, I suppose it looks like this: Megatron doesn't give Shockwave the puny task of infiltrating autobot school but instead sends him to be Decepticon's back door to Cybertron. He set up as a rather high-end bar.

Most of the staff are in kahoots with the true purpose of the establishment but of course they have to hire more folks for entertainment purposes n such. Shockwave, disguised as Longarm, is the boss and rarely comes out to interact with the people, the manager is the one who handles new hires so he doesn't have to bother with it himself.

Of course, things don't always go smoothly with the out-of-the-loop folks. The bartender of the local was highly suspicious of the things going on in the back rooms, it's gotten to the point of the other workers catching him snooping around in the office. That couldn't go unnoticed so Longarm had someone take care of the mech. And so a new position opened up and was taken faster than anyone expected.

Longarm went on about his bussines, at least until the point of the place being inspected by the Cybertron's version of FDA. Longarm was required to be present in the restaurant, he got to really see how his service was operating and handling guests. During one of the talks, his attention was caught by a particular giggle. His optics landed on the small yellow bot behind the bar- he was the newest hire in the position of a bartender. His laid back demeanor and friendly expression as he professionally served drinks to the bots at the counter only made him more fit for the job. There was something about the mech that Longarm couldn't quite place...

After everything was checked and approved Longarm found himself coming out to the local more often. He'd check if everything was going well and sometimes chat with the guests, but really it was all an excuse to come and observe the bartender work. From the way he interacted with other people to the impressive tricks and ways to serve drinks, it made Longarm proud in a way but also tugged at his consciousness to go and talk with him.

One day during the opening hours check-up, Longarm was making a list of all the bewerages in the bar, since the manager couldn't come in that day ,when a voice called out to him. It was the bartender, he came in earlier and decided to have a small chat with the boss. His name was Bumblebee and he has worked in a bar before it closed and forced him to look for a new job. The mech was funny and very friendly with a bit of sass. Longarm made sure to tell him how pleased he was with his work and even gave him a raise.

From then on Longarm made sure to come and chat with Bee whenever he was on shift. One time when they talked, Longarm thought it would be a good idea to go out and have a lunch together, get to know each other more n such. Bee was hesitant but he agreed and they went to the new place that opened up down town. They had a good time together, laughed and chatted. Soon it became a little routine of theirs; just go out and chat about the week. Longarm had noticed Bee being a little more open about his personal life the longer they talked, he also started seeing Longarm as more of a friend than a boss. One time during some special holiday Longarm decided to take Bee and few of his other friends out for drinks. Bee challenged everyone in the pub to a drink off and gained quite a lot from the bets placed. He might have been small but he could hold his high grade better that anyone Longarm even knew. Still, he ended up drunk enough to not be able to walk on his own. Longarm took this opportunity to tow him back to his place and put him to berth.

The next day Bee woke up with a massive hangover he was greeted by none other than his friend/boss Longarm. Turns out Long was also drunk yesterday and didn't bother making a second trip to his place so he just crashed on the couch. And no, he assured Bee nothing else happened. They spend the day just chilling and trying to cope with the headaches, in the evening they watched a movie and Bee ended up falling into recharge cuddled up on Longarm's lap. Longarm took him to berth and left a note saying he went back home and that Bee has the rest of the week off.

Now, I imagine them being in that awkward private interest/workplace people phase; Bee likes Longarm but thinks it's wrong to date his boss so he keeps it to himself and only acts this relaxed in private. Same with Longarm, except he doesn't mind their work status. I'm not too sure how they would get together- I guess Longarm takes Bee out to some event he mentioned wanting to go and they end up on a something like a date. Bee's very awkward up until the point Longarm takes them to some private area and asks him out for real. Bee of course is a bit torn but then again, he wasn't the one to always follow the social rules so why shouldn't he date his boss. He agrees and from then on they date in secret. While on the clock they remain just friendly coworkers but in private they get to enjoy each other's company for real.

Bee's place isn't exactly in the best conditions so Longarm lets Bee crash at his apartment. It's rather luxiorious and has a room for Bee to stay in, even tho he prefers Longarm's berth. Longarm still keeps up the Decepticon front in secret, although I wouldn't be surprised if Bee had already found out cuz of his curiosity. He doesn't think much of it but he keeps quiet, he's happy and gets a fat cut of the spoils from Longarm and he couldn't care less about other things.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #shockbee #longbee

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moonbeam-dragon · 2 years ago

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Rescue Bots: Swap AU

The 'bots are humans and the humans are 'bots. This is just the main four Rescue Bots and the Burns family. I might add other characters if this gets popular. But Optimus stays a Bot.

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Human Heatwave:

Heath Wayne - Mixed: Cuban/Black - 23 - He/him - Bisexual

Born and raised in Griffin Rock. Only child. His parents were killed by burglars when he was twelve. Wound up being rescued. He was taken in by the Burnses, who were retired rescuers and childless. He got to do Teen Pioneers on the island. Just after he turned 18, he inherited the firehouse and trained to be a firefighter.

There was more of a rescue team before. They all either died, retired, or left. They thought "Heath Wayne" sounded like "Heatwave" so they started calling him that. He mentioned it one time around Blockade. Then he started using that since it was easier to remember. Gradually everyone started calling him Heatwave.

Human Chase:

Chase Dean - Mixed: White/Japanese- 23 - He/him - Homosexual

Born in Griffin Rock. Grew up an only child. Moved away as a toddler and didn't return until high school. He spent all of his years of school homeschooled. He went to real class in high school. Did Lad Pioneers on the mainland. Super autistic. Social cues? Never heard of her. He went to the police academy and quickly ranked up. When the running police cheif died on duty, he got the position.

The only one who uses his given name.

Human Boulder:

Pōhaku Akana - Hawiian - 22 - He/it - Panromantic/Ace spectrum

Born on the mainland. He was always huge into nature. Only child so he read and drew a lot. Was fascinated by plants. Did Lad Pioneers on the mainland. Moved to Griffin Rock when he was a high school junior. Then everyone kinda just did. He did online classes for college and has a degree in botany. Is going to Grimskey Tech as well. Passionate about everything. Joined the rescue team as an engineer but has gotten training to handle emergencies and stressful situations.

Nobody in school could pronounce his real name. The art teacher asked to call him Boulder and he agreed.

Human Blades:

Blaise Nuage - French - 21 - He/they - Panromantic/Demisexual

Grew up the middle child of five. The older sisters were Claudia (26, she/her) and Camille (24, she/they). The younger siblings were Olive (17, they/them) and Andre (15, he/she). He was babied by the older ones and he babies the younger ones. Their parents weren't that involved so Claudia was the responsible one. The siblings were all really close, growing up on the mainland. They moved to Griffin Rock when he was in middle school. Did Lad and Teen Pioneers on the island. He stayed when he graduated but the rest of the family moved back.

Blaise did pretty well in school and trained as a doctor for a short time. He hated flying but becoming an EMT helped him out in the field. He got familiar with one helicopter and got his pilot's license. Moved into the firehouse to join the team. They were content until the Bots showed up. Then things got weird.

Dartswift misheard his name as "Blades" so she called him that. It caught on with the team and soon all of Griffin Rock just knew him as Blades.

Bot Chief:

Strongshield - Blue - He/him - Straight Ally

The oldest of the team by a lot. His creators were Rescue Bots as well. They gave their Energon to a ship full of people and saved countless lives. He vowed to join the Rescue Bots in their honor. Strongshield used to have a different team but they all died on separate occasions. When he was done mourning he was put in charge of a group of young adults. He formed a close bond with each of them. He becomes a "father" figure to them all.

Chase told him about an officer he used to know named Charleston. He was the chief before he was shot. Strongshield decided he rather liked that name, so chase started calling him Charlie.

Bot Kade:

Blockade - Yellow - He/it - Bisexual

Trained to handle explosions and fires on Cybertron. His life-givers were both killed when he was a sparkling. He was raised in the Rescue Bots' base. He always admired Strongshield. He always blocked people out but made an exception when he met his team.

When he started calling Heath "Heatwave," Heath started calling him "Kade" for short. It was easier for both to remember.

Bot Dani:

Dartswift - Gray/Orange - She/her - Bisexual

Had a decent childhood on Cybertron. She played lots of sports. Was always into flying and had a flight mode before. Her carrier taught her about health so she learned medical procedures. She joined the Rescue Bots to put her talents to good use. Never had siblings and her relationship with her life givers wasn't good. They died when she was young and she spent the rest of her youth with the Rescue Bots.

Blaise started calling her Dani, after a character in a show they both liked.

Bot Graham:

Spectrogram- Blue-green - He/him - Bisexual

He grew up picked on a lot. He spent more time studying and experimenting than socializing. He never enjoyed nature. His creators never exactly cared for him. He found support and comfort in Strongshield. He joined the Rescue Bots as an engineer but almost failed the actual rescue training. Spectrogram ended up getting into Sigma 17 because Strongshield favored him among a group.

Boulder, and eventually everyone, start calling him "Gram" for short. Somehow it got spelled "Graham" and they went with it.

Bot Cody:

Codebreaker - Brown/Green - He/him - Polysexual

Spent his first years on Cybertron. When he was a sparkling his creators took him on a trip to another solar system while working. They died during this and codebreaker wound up safe in stasis. The Rescue Bots found and kept him. They never got him back to Cybertron.

He was kept with the team. Optimus found a small buggy for him to scan. He wants to be a racecar. Optimus and Strongshield won't let him. Boulder just kinda started calling him Cody because it sounded right. It caught on pretty quick.

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thenamesblurrito · 1 year ago

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here's an assortment of guys, some SNAP counterparts to AutoAca characters by @stonecrusherproductions, for part of an art trade

this isn't Hot Shot's first time off Caminus. he's gone on a few trips to Velocitron to see the races and even stopped by Devisiun once to visit family, but he's never been to Cybertron before! he's more interested in exploring the streets, hanging out with friends like Lightbright, or snacking on JaAm than completing homework, but he can usually speed through it at the last second. the JAAT is the perfect school in his mind, giving him extracurricular opportunities like sports so he can burn off some of his high energy. it's certainly a relief to his roommates Aileron, Stardrive, Quickstrike, and Maxima when he's no longer bouncing off the walls!

Lightbright is so excited, she's never left Caminus before, and oh isn't Cybertron lovely? what a wonderful school she gets to attend! and what delightful people she's gotten to befriend, like Sparkstalker! most of her roommates are lovely, but even she gets irritated by Sentinel sometimes. she's also fascinated by the heroes running around, and sometimes she and Hot Shot will procrastinate their work just to watch the supernatural drama unfolding. the only thing she's disappointed by is the lack of easy access to bodies of water, as she grew up near one of Caminus's seas and often took a relaxing swim in her submersible hovercraft alt mode

it's only a matter of time before Glyph tries camping out in the JAAT library again, despite how often Alpha Trion has chased her off before. her home in Polyhex never had this much information freely available to someone like her! when she first passed the exams, she agonized over whether she should attend the JAAT or elect to take part in an exchange program to a colony planet like her friends Lancer and Greenlight, but she's glad of her decision now. there's so much to learn here! it's easier to stick with data than meet new people thanks to her shyness around strangers. she'll even avoid her roommates Quickslinger, Sunder, Vortex, and Sceptre, but she thinks she can count fellow student Tap-Out as a friend now, probably?

Side Burn doesn't even remember taking the exams, but somebody told him he passed, so here he is! and wow, what a cool Academy this place is! it gets him a front row seat to awesome hero beatdowns and brawls, what's not to love? his grades have been, uh, bad, but that's fine, the counselor says he probably has some mental thing that makes it hard to focus, so it can't be his fault. he's too busy ogling all his gorgeous scarlet classmates to care about whatever the teachers are saying, no matter the fact they're offput by his juvenile antics and sometimes the odd look of his prosthetic left optic. while coming all the way from the Overdrive Compact in Rodion might be a bit disconcerting to most, to him it's just another place to rise and grind

(Lightbright has a tail but she's not a beastformer! tails are somewhat normal for mecha like four arms or a centaur body, i just realized i've forgotten to give them to anybody except beastformers... so uh. i'll try to remember in the future oops)

#transformers #macaddam #transformers redesign #friend stuff #art trade #hot shot #lightbright #glyph #side burn #students

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enigmatist17 · 5 months ago

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Here I am after a 15+ year hiatus of a fandom I haven't written for since I was in high school lol

I figure the Bumblebee movie just follows the Bayverse, I'm not doing that stupid separate universe thing they did with Bumblebee/Rise of the Beasts

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He had crashed on Earth's surface in 1990, battered and in a sorry state long before he hit the admittedly soft surface. Decepticons had intercepted the route sent out among the Autobots for a safe haven some millions of light years back, and honestly, he should have been much worse off after fighting and taking down three seekers.

Ah, the internal warnings screaming at him aside, it could have been worse.

After spending a solar-cycle taking care of the worst of his internal repairs, the newcomer to Earth headed toward a small town he'd flown over before impact, each step a chore to his battered frame that he could not wait to try and wash off. All momentum freezes when he comes across some sort of fenced-off area, filled to the brim with strange alt modes that were stacked with seemingly no organization to rust, something that tears at his processor as he scans the closest stack.

Ah, they were but shells...this he could work with.

The knowledge that these were not frames set up in some sort of gruesome mass grave helps him as he walks through the stacks, grumbling about most choices until something covered by stained cloth catches his optics. The shell underneath the cloth he carefully pulls off is a pleasing shade of dark navy, the narrow design pleasing enough that the battered shell is scanned moments later before the fabric is carefully placed back over it. Once he's out of the fenced-off area, it becomes clear his injuries chose to be ignored no longer, warnings popping up on his HUD display as his left leg suddenly buckles.

Well, how unfortunate.

Optics spot a lone building that could be a temporary safe haven, and with a beleaguered sigh, drags himself while his frame incorporates the alt mode he had scanned. The building seemed to be some sort of repair bay, tools he hadn't seen since fleeing Cybertron scattered about in quite ridiculous sizes, but he could think about that later as he let the familiar sensation of transforming into a new alt wash over, offlining in sheer relief.

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There are tiny servos touching him, trying to get to his Spark chamber nononoNONO

There is a lot of screaming as he transforms, optics onlining despite the feeling of grogginess as the screaming thing moves away from the Cybertronian, which, thank Primus, lessens the grating on his audios. He still appears to be in the repair bay, his chronometer displaying he'd been offline for just over three solar-cycles, but the tiny creature hiding behind a table has most of his attention at the moment. It had stopped screaming by the time he'd gotten up and onto his pedes, left leg still weakened but stable enough to hold his weight, optics darting between himself and the door.

"I should warn you, you will not make it very far if you try to run." The being jumped at his voice, their optics widening in both shock and confusion as they froze, both beings in a small standoff.

"L-Look, uh, huge robot...thing, I don't know if you understand me or anything, but I'm not gonna hurt you." Despite the beings Spark, or whatever it was, increasing in tempo, it was doing its best to stare down the much taller being with a glare a certain medibot would have been impressed with. So, it appeared that it did not understand Cybertronian, deciding to break the silence by kneeling down and internally scanning the faint radio waves that seemed to cover this planet to download the language. Once satisfied, the mech leaned a bit closer to the being, who stood fast despite being clearly uncomfortable, and decided to try his hand at speaking once more.

"I doubt a being your size could harm me, but the sentiment is appreciated." The being blinked at the voice directed his way, before its face screwed up into something the Cybertronian could clearly distinguish as annoyance.

"...so the first alien I meet is kind of a dick? Typical."

"Typical? Have you met other Cybertronians then, or do you only shriek like a sparkling for your enjoyment?" The being stares at him before clapping a hand over its derma, trying to suppress a laugh, which it failed spectacularly at. "Ah, so it laughs."

"I'm not an it, I'm a he." The being crossed its arms when the laughter passed, eyeing him curiously. "My name is Raoul, and I'm what you call a human."

"Human? Interesting classification." The word is strange in his mouth, but he can think about it later. "My designation is Tracks, and I, as you heard an astro-klick ago, am Cybertronian."

"Tracks....huh." The human, Raoul, tilts his head, optics staring at Tracks with a strange intensity. "How were you a car a second ago? Better question, what the hell is an alien robot doing in my garage? And how come you didn't wake up until now?"

"Are all humans this...curious?" Tracks finally decided to fully sit down, his aching pede becoming almost too much to ignore as Raoul emerged from behind his table, still keeping a bit of distance from the large bot. "In answer, my trip to your planet was filled with more than a few hazards, and I merely came here to recharge before attempting repairs."

"Didn't answer my last question." Raoul clicked something within his mouth, grabbing a wrench before eyeing the Cybertronian. "Your left leg, still damaged right?"

"Indeed." Tracks slowly extended the taxed limb as Raoul approached him, exposing his plating to reveal the sore area, curious to see how the human might attempt the repair. "As to what awoke me, I felt you attempting to open my Spark chamber, something that was disconcerting, to say the least."

"Spark ch-oh! I was wondering what the hell I was lookin' at, sorry if I hurt you." Raoul winced, eyeing the damage with a frown. "Huh, for you being an alien and all, it's weird this just looks like a damaged rotor, which shouldn't be too hard to fix."

"If you have the parts, I can repair myself." Raoul paused for a moment before shrugging, stepping back, and eyeing a rack on the far side of the room.

"Mind if I watch? Not every day I get to talk to an alien...or any day, really." Tracks watched the human cross the repair bay, pulling out a crate filled with parts before rooting around. "So, were you always a Corvette?"

"What's a Corvette?" A quick scan through the information packets he'd scanned earlier brought up something called a car manufacturer, but Raoul could explain it in better terms. "If you speak of my alt, no, I scanned what was the best of the shells I came across to disguise myself."

"Uh, shells?" Raoul grinned when he found a suitable replacement, his eyes going wide for the dozenth time as he watched Tracks just pull out a part of his leg like it was a regular Tuesday. "U-uh...did that hurt? Do you need anything? Holy shit man, people don't just pull out body parts all willy-nilly!"

"Do you not replace broken parts?" Tracks gave him a strange look, Raoul holding up the part as he watched the bot slot it into his leg with ease, some sort of whirring noise filling the air before fading. "Ah, much better."

"Well, uh, no, we can't replace parts like that."

"That seems like a serious design flaw, how would you repair yourselves in the heat of battle? You have repair bays, I assume, like this one?" The human blinked as Tracks closed his plating, standing up and onto his pedes with minimal resistance. "You have my gratitude."

"No problem man." Raoul let out a whistle as he watched Tracks take a few steps, components clicking and whirring into place. "Wow...you are officially the coolest car I've ever worked on."

"And don't you forget it." If a robot could look haughty, head angled up with a smirk, Tracks nailed it, which made Raoul snort. "What?"

"Y'know, I always figured aliens were gonna be all super advanced and serene or somethin', it's what I've seen on tv and whatever. You? You're not like any of that, save for bein' a massive freaking robot, you act...well, kinda like a stuck-up human."

"Is that so?" Tracks tilted his helm as he walked over to Raoul, crouching down so they were mostly optic level. "Interesting thing to state when you've been aware of an entirely different race for less than a breem."

"Don't know what that means, but I'm a simple guy, and I call it as I see it." Raoul shrugged, grinning up at the mech. "So...I have to ask, you up for a drive? Might as well show you the sights if you're gonna be chillin' on Earth for a while, and since I've got the day off, it'll be perfect."

"You wish to show off my gorgeous alt do we?" Tracks chuckled, earning a scoff from the human. "I do say I can't blame you, I have always been quite the sight for sore optics."

"Huh, Cyber-whatever you are have big egos, who knew."

"Cybertronian." Tracks vented before transforming into his alt, popping his left door open. "I am also an Autobot, or...what remains of them. It would be wise to keep that little tidbit to yourself, in case the wrong person overhears."

"What do you mean?" Raoul wasn't sure what the inside of the robot would feel like for a split second, before remembering that he'd been climbing in and out of the damn thing up until he woke up, and slipped in behind the wheel. "Are you uh, Autobots, like a separate group or somethin'?"

"Something like that." The mechanic bit the inside of his cheek as Tracks started up almost silently, the wheel and pedals moving in synch as the mech headed toward the open garage door, only to immediately hit the brakes.

"Hey, what was that for?!" The mechanic grumbled, the robot not answering as he presumably stared past the door.

"I was unaware acid rain existed here." Tracks' tone was airy, but Raoul wasn't too dense to miss the uncertainty that laced his words.

"Acid- no, that's just rain." Raoul gingerly opened the door and stepped out of the robot, hearing a shocked hissing noise as he stepped out into the rain with a grin. "See? Perfectly harmless." He watched the Cybertronian transform, crouching by the garage door but keeping away from the falling water as he watched it drench the human.

"You'll have to forgive my hesitation, any rain I've come across tends to be lethal." Slowly, Tracks extended one digit on his non-dominant hand, expecting the familiar burn and warnings that usually lit up his HUD the few times he'd been trapped out in the damaging weather during the War. It...was quite cool to the touch, and a single digit was soon joined by the rest of his servo, the cool water pooling in his palm as Tracks observed the strange rain.

"What's the verdict?"

"It is quite pleasant, similar to a cold refresher." He hummed, crouching to carefully shift out of the garage to fully stand out in the rain. "Is your rain always like this?"

"No, sometimes it comes down so thick you can't see a foot in front of ya; other times it can be warm, depending on the weather. If this is new for ya, wait until winter and it snows."

"Snow?" Tracks tilted his helm briefly before transforming, popping open a door for the human. "Come on now."

"How generous." Raoul hurried into the car, blinking at the warm air within the cabin. "Oh sweet!"

"This should dry your frame, I do not want the water to pool inside of me." The mechanic had to bite back a snort as Tracks started up, turning onto the road with a soft purr. "Where to?"

"Let's start with showin' you around town, oh buddy of mine, and then we'll see where you want to go from there."

"As you wish."

Not the strangest day he's ever had on a new planet over the millennia, but it's definitely one of the better ones as he lets Raoul guide him around the town. Tracks isn't sure how long he'll stay before seeking out Optimus Prime and any other survivors, but as he listens to his human prattle on about something called breakdancing, it crosses his processor that a small break might be in order before returning to his duties.

No one had to know.

#personal #transformers #transformers bayverse #bayverse transformers #raoul #raoul transformers #tracks #tracks transformers #Raoul and Tracks are life

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comicarc · 3 months ago

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𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐈𝐈𝐈)

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Eva just wanted to escape Jasper after she graduated high school, but recent circumstances have made it seem like an impossible endeavor. She's seen things she shouldn't have, heard things that should never be said, and felt things she should never feel. Maybe she'll make it out on top, or drown from the hauntings of her past. or An inside look into every character of TFP, their grief, struggle, past and present, through the eyes of my OC (with a little romance). *TW for abuse, psychological and physical trauma, kidnapping & death*

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𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎,

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“Orion Pax, from this moment forward you are Optimus Prime.” The council member, Halogen, announced. It was this very moment, this decision, that destroyed a familial love never experienced by any Cybertronians other than the two self-proclaimed brothers.

“Brother, I did not seek this…” Orion–Optimus–pleaded with innocent eyes, but to Megatronus, a bot only having known cruelty, his pitiful expression was a facade. His love for Orion had evaporated in the fumes of his anger.

He mocked, “Brothers, no more! You have betrayed the ideals you professed to me from the first!” Within moments, the entire arena erupted into a showdown between those allied with the Council, and those allied with Megatronus. The Elite guard rushed forward weapons trained on Megatronus as he spewed hearsay, enabling the tension in the audience. Refusing to acknowledge, much less listen to Optimus, Megatronus departed, swearing that his own regime would win in the end.

Megatronus, once the name of an original prime, was no longer suitable for him. He had once idealized this position as a Prime, a leader of the council, that would have allowed him to rebuild Cybertron in his vision–alongside Orion. But Orion was gone, dead to him in fact, therefore so was Megatronus.

He was now Megatron.

Eva did not wake up this time. She was stuck in a limbo state, conscious in a dream that was quite apparently not her own. The illusion she had held just moments ago, vanished to reveal a dusty landscape. Broken metallic structures littered the area under a tattered bridge. Dead robotic bodies hung from the pillars of some structures, while a string of severed tin heads adorned the entrance arch of the bridge. Everything was pitch black, save for the intact platform of the bridge that illuminated the path forward to a building.

Curiosity, like an instinct, overtook her body and forced her legs to march down the pathway. Nearing the building, Eva realized it resembled a stadium. The large gaping hole at the end of the path through which Eva carefully made her way through, led into a gladiator-like arena, lit by torches on every wall. The middle was a large dirt pit surrounded by rows of metal blocks, most likely made as seating for spectators. In the dead center of the pit stood the one and only, Megatron, glaring at her. She was fearful, but fear had never stopped her before, and Eva trekked closer and closer to the hostile being.

“Insolent pet–how, have you come here?” Megatron began, remaining motionless save for the movement of his lips.

“I–where is here?”

“Of course, why expect such tiny flesh bags to comprehend something so simple as their own whereabouts? It is quite a miracle your kind has survived this long.”

“Yes, yes,” Eva brushed off his response, “but you never answered. Where am I?”

“You are in the pits of Kaon.” The city of gladiators. It felt familiar to her, the surroundings emanating a bittersweet sensation in her heart. But how could she feel for something she had never known? Looking up at Megatron, Eva realized these memories she had relived; it was Megatron’s.

Somehow, their minds were connected, otherwise how else would she be able to stand and talk to the Decepticon leader in his most vulnerable state? It was then she noticed Megatron’s lack of movement, how he dared not move an inch to evict or even kill her despite her intrusion. That left Eva with one conclusion, he let her into his mind willingly.

Eva inched closer, eyes fixated on his purple optic as she wondered why she was there. It seemed their proximity sparked an epiphany in Megatron as he continued, “I’ve seen you before? You had hid in the Nemesis and–” he wanted to acknowledge her accompaniment, but refused to give any power to a creature he believed to be so stupidly hopeless. “I’ll have to deal with Knockout and Starscream’s insolence.”

Eva saw the shift in his tone, the manner in which he had left some things unsaid, yet she did not press. In war, no one stops to listen or understand. Everything seems black and white to everybody. But this interaction broke all the rules of rivalry, for why else would he invite her into his mind if not to let her pry a little?

“Why not Soundwave?”

“Soundwave?”

“You said you’ll have to deal with Knockout and Starscream for, what I assume, not realizing I was there for days, but Soundwave was the one that visited you the most.”

Megatron bore deep into Eva’s eyes, searching for any sign of hostility to ignore the question. He could, of course, choose not to answer it altogether. He was the leader of the Decepticons and the future ruler of Cybertron. He need not be controlled by a puny human. But some sliver of his former self forced him to open up.

“Loyalty. He was one of the first Decepticons and he will continue to be one until the end. I entrust such tasks and belief within him, for unlike the others, he accomplishes what he sets out to do. Let that serve as a warning, pest.”

The depth of his answer, or the fact that he even chose to indulge in the question, led Eva to believe that there was an understanding between the both of them, albeit a weak one. “Ok, you’re turn. Ask me something.”

“I have nothing to gain from understanding a creature as intellectually incapable as yourself.”

“Oh c’mon. I don’t think we’ll ever have a conversation like this again, so let’s take advantage of it. There must be something.”

He thought for a moment, eyeing her figure from head to toe, and finally asked, “Why show such empathy? Wouldn’t you rather make your Prime proud by bringing him my severed head?”

She wanted to continue. To tell him that Optimus still seemed to care about Megatron. The Prime’s hesitance in battle is fueled by nothing less than the weighty love that continues to bleed him of his hope for any chance at a rekindled brotherhood. But she couldn’t. That was a topic too intimate to approach now.

Instead, Eva answered, “I want to say that it’s not in my nature to be so cruel as to make myself the judge, jury, and executioner of your sins, but in all honesty, I really don’t know.”

He stayed frozen for a moment, stuck in contemplation until he reached out with a single digit and touched Eva’s forehead. The point of his metallic finger melted into her skin, as he spoke, “You think me so stupid as to believe you.” He chuckled before continuing, “You wanted me to indulge in this little exchange…well then, let us look in your mind to understand how a human of all creatures can enter my domain.”

The man slapped the girl’s face violently as she agitatedly continued to whisper, “No, stop, no, please, no…” Her hands trembled as her body violently shook with pain and fear. Her hands were bound together, tethered by a chain to the wall beside her. The force of the slap left her to stumble backward until she fell to the floor. Her legs could barely move, but with the little strength she did have, the girl used them to push herself into the corner of the room where she hoped she could be swallowed by the metal walls. When her back hit the cool surface, her pushes turned to kicks trying to keep the man at bay.

Everything the girl saw was blurry. The man’s face, the chains, even her hands. Tears rolled over the scars on her face, burning her with their touch as if they were fire. Her muscles ached with exhaustion and malnourishment leaving her to only momentarily postpone her grim fate with her crazed actions.

“Enough!” The man yelled, his voice echoing through the room loud enough to make the girl wince at the volume. He leaned down on one knee, raising a hand towards her. She flinched, having felt the sting it inflicted too many times to forget. But he moved to caress her face taking her chin in the palm of his hand and rubbing her cheek with his thumb. He lowered his voice down to a sweet, breathy tone as he spoke, “Don’t you want to save the world? Why resist, when you know that all this trouble will be for the benefit of everyone? I know you’re better than this. I know you’re not selfish. So do this one thing for me, OK?” He had given the same speech to her a million times over, and she believed him for the sake of her temporary relief.

Easing her body back onto her feet, she held out her hand for him to put the needle through. The prick of the needle was painless as her body had grown accustomed to the feeling, what really caused her bloodcurdling scream was the substance being injected into her bloodstream. The veins that ran through her arm turned a muddy hue. Her skin turned to a shade paler than snow but her eyes glowed a freakish color. She gripped her rib cage, clawing at the bone she felt through her thin skin to reach for her aching heart. With each beat the pain spread through her stomach to her legs, causing her knees to buckle and send her crashing face-first to the ground. Then, the pain moved to her arms, numbing them to the point they lay in a crooked position underneath her fallen body. Finally, it moved to her face, erupting vomit from her mouth. She lay in a pool of herself, like a pig in mud. The pain was so intense she wanted to pass out, better yet die, but life wasn’t that merciful. And there was a price for everything, even death. So she lay there writhing in pain for ten minutes until the taste of bliss finally trickled onto her tongue. The saltiness of her bile was replaced by the sweetness of relief as the pain left her entire body numb. She was still awake, but at least now she wouldn’t feel herself dying.

Finally, the man lifted her and brought her to a shower where he left her to clean herself up. The water felt heavenly as it fell on her. It softened the roughness in her hands and feet and washed away the fatigue and pain along with it. She desperately clung for its touch, to feel it caress her body as though it would never leave her. Eventually, she was taken back to the now-cleaned metal room to remain at rest until the next experiment. Until the next needle. All she could do now was pray that it would kill her.

“What the hell?” Eva questioned as she awoke from the nightmarish trance.

Megatron mused, “Ah, you’ve repressed it, or maybe you were forced to. Interesting indeed.”

“Are you implying that this was my memory?”

“Of course.”

Perplexed, Eva couldn’t utter another word. Instead the toll that the hallucination took on her led her to faint. When Eva blinked again, her vision was met with Miko’s face as she shook her awake. She winced at the bright lights as she realized she was at the base and mumbled to herself as she tried to brush her interaction with Megatron aside, Miko began rambling about the team’s newest mission.

“C’mon Eva, help me convince Bulk to go with the others.” Bulkhead was a towering presence, a hulking Autobot with a hard-working demeanor that belied his warm heart. She had gotten to know him during those moments when she would ride with Miko, when Optimus wasn’t there. Though not the closest of companions, she appreciated him for all he did. He had grown from his wrecker days and displayed that growth through his protectiveness of others. His especially notable quality was how he acted like a fatherly figure to Miko.

“What? Where did they go?”

“They went on some mission to some remote location to rescue Breakdown. He’s been kidnapped by MECH.”

“Wait, what’s MECH and who’s Breakdown.”

But Miko had already moved on to berate Bulk to answer Eva’s questions. “Breakdown is your archenemy, not Optimus’, and definitely not MECH’s.”

With a prolonged sigh, he answered, “We go way back. You have no idea the things he’s done. I am not rescuing him. Not now, not ever. Eva, a little help here.”

Miko quickly retaliated, “Duh, you don’t need to bromance him Bulk. You just need to beat him. No rescue, no rematch!”

As Bulk prepared the ground bridge to the team’s last coordinates, now convinced of Miko’s argument, Eva opted to get some information about MECH having already heard about this Breakdown character.

“Miko, what’s MECH.”

“Well, it’s this crazy organization run by this guy named Silas who wants to pick apart the bots to make weapons.”

Eva’s mind went blank the moment she heard the name Silas. Was it her Silas? The man who raised her out of the kindness of his heart. Could he be so cruel as to torture someone? Eva wanted to know–she needed to know, and thus she announced to Bulk, “I’m coming with you.”

Of course, she was met with resistance, but Eva convinced him by threatening that she would go there regardless, it was only a question of whether or not she would be accompanied. Bulk eventually gave in, commanding that she must be with him at all times, to which she obliged.

Upon their arrival, Bulkhead managed to find a tunnel where a few MECH guards were stationed. He took them out and managed to make his way to the lying body of Breakdown. Eva had trailed close behind him, but noticing the emptiness of the area, she opted to investigate out of curiosity. Her eyes darted from corner to corner until they landed upon an open door that led outside. Ditching Bulk, she ran through it to be met face-to-face with a gun trained at her head.

Slowly she backed away, stepping carefully so she would manage her way back to Bulkhead, and with every step she got a better view of the man behind the gun. The person, at first glance, reminded her of the man in her alleged memory. The man who tortured the girl–her. One step back she saw a head of gray hair. Second step, piercing brown eyes. Third step–him. She was almost out of the door frame, back to where Bulk was freeing Breakdown when she finally recognized his face.

“Hey, kiddo. Watcha doing here?” He held a sinister smile on his lips, the kind that Eva had never seen on him before. It was terrifying, his indifference to this situation. It reminded her of the man that Megatron had shown and there was no denying now, that those memories were not her own.

In a desperate attempt to safety, Eva broke out in a sprint towards Bulk and the now-freed Breakdown. She couldn’t speak or think, all she could do was cry. Why did he, of all people, have to betray her? He was cruel. He was two-faced. He tortured her. And he was going to kill her. But there was a little hint of ignorant hope, allowing her to fall back on the fact that he was there when she needed him the most. Her hatred for him turned into a confused myriad of emotions. What he made her feel was a form of cruelty that she would never wish upon even the Decepticons. A melancholy originating from a treacherous man who once saved her only to end her.

Her legs wouldn’t stop moving as she ran out of the tunnel, adrenaline overcame her. When she finally reached the opening, her surroundings bore the unmistakable scars of a recent battle. The ground was littered with the wreckage of green cars and their twisted metal frames. A MECH helicopter lay in a crumpled heap off to the side. The landscape was dotted with craters, each one a testament to the sizes mirroring the colossal scale of the combatants involved. The air hung heavy with the residue of energy blasts and the echoes of a struggle that had left its mark on the terrain. As she surveyed the scene, it became clear that Bulk got his rematch and won.

Observing him standing in the distance Bulkhead, Eva approached him just as the team gathered around him. Eva’s face was a mess of tear stains and sweat with her hair sticking to the sides of cheeks from the moisture. She panted furiously, her breath unsteady from the gloom that had overcome her.

Optimus began, “Engaging the enemy on your own was even more foolish this time Bulkhead, but, I am honored that you saw fit to rescue your rival. You have truly risen above yourself.”

Optimus continued, “As for you Eva, it seems we may have much to discuss regarding your behavior.” In the darkness, all he could see was the frown on her face, chalking it up to the disappointment of being lectured.

But Eva couldn’t hold back her anger, for she had realized that Optimus had betrayed her too. He knew from the moment she mentioned Silas’ name and he never told her the truth. He was a liar too and she was right not to trust him. The Covenant be damned for it held a biased truth, one that praised only those who obeyed. She still knew that Megatron’s will was a destructive one, but she couldn’t help but question Optimus’ too.

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She had avoided Optimus all week for she couldn’t bear to face him. She knew she had to confront the betrayal she felt by talking to him, but her emotions were too strong to push aside, so she let go of her rationale and acted with her heart. She had gotten a ride to school from Bulkhead today and since Miko was stuck in detention, she had to wait another hour after school to get a ride out of them again.

As usual, she sat at the bleachers, this time, watching the footballers play a shirts vs skins game for practice. Half the boys wore shirts and the other half didn’t. Vince was part of the latter. She keenly observed as his sweat glistened on his chest, illuminated by the setting sun. The ambient light played tricks on the textures, accentuating the contours of his physique. His ginger hair, unruly yet somehow poetic, danced in the wind, forming a dynamic backdrop that framed his face in a way that momentarily eclipsed Eva’s lingering resentment.

Noticing the fact that he had her attention, he made an effort to woo her with a few well-timed tackles and one very successful play. When he was finally done playing, he headed over to her, towel slung over his shoulder as he tried not to look exhausted. Leaning on the rail, he began, “Hey there, pretty lady. Like what you see?”

Chuckling, Eva replied, “You wish. I was just watching you play to let my eyes rest.”

“Ah, you don’t have to lie. Anyway, what are you doing here so late?”

“Waiting on Miko.”

“Oh, the exchange student? She left a while ago.”

“What?”

“Yeah, saw her leave in a green car in the first quarter of the game. I’m surprised you didn’t know.”

“Shit.”

“What, was she your ride?”

“Yes.”

“I could give you a ride.”

“Like I’d ever take a favor from you.”

“You don’t have to give me anything in return.”

Begrudgingly, Eva accepted knowing that her only other means of getting home would be with Optimus. Rather than taking her home though, he had taken her to a nearby strip mall downtown and promptly jumped out of the car to one of the shops. It was then that she began to regret accepting his offer and contemplated whether or not to just walk home.

Eventually, Vince made his way back to the car with a bouquet of vibrant roses and a box of decadent chocolates in his hand. He broke her out of his thoughts as he flirted, “Thought you might enjoy something special tonight.”

Eva arched an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. Setting down the items in the backseat of his car, he sat inside and continued, “A lady like you deserves a bit of charm, doesn’t she? And I’m not one to disappoint.”

She gave into his playfulness, not sensing any malice laced in his flirtatious words. As they navigated through the city to her house, their conversation flowed seamlessly, the words dancing between them like a playful melody. She had forgotten why she had hated him in the first place for his sweet words and kind gestures were just enough to drug her in an ecstasy she had never known. Romantic love was something she never thought she’d feel, so his advances were welcomed because she longed for them, no matter the intention behind them.

The sun had finally set by the time they made it to her home. He was gentleman enough to walk her to her door, and before she could walk into her car, he kissed her cheek and ran back to his car before she could even comprehend what had happened. This was her first kiss, albeit only a peck, it had stunned her like a deer in headlights. This only solidified her appreciation of him that night, and though she hadn’t fully accepted him, Eva had begun to warm her heart.

In this vulnerable state, with the revelations and betrayal she had encountered, she was subject to be anybody’s toy. Vince understood that, and considered his plan to have been a successful one. She was the puppet, finally under the control of his strings. His ecstasy was especially solidified by the fact that he was able to see Jack’s reaction to their intimacy.

Across the street, unbeknownst to Eva, Jack had stood waiting for her to arrive home. He was worried about her as she seemed to have become more distant from him ever since they had met the bots. Of course, he never held it against her, understanding that what she had been through was a traumatizing ordeal that she didn’t deserve. But as he watched her giggling with Vince and enjoying his kiss, fury burned within him. It wasn’t betrayal that sparked within him, rather it was confusion. Why was she leaving him for the boy that had made his life hell? What had he done to deserve this?

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It had been a while before Eva even allowed herself to be in the same room as him. Everyone knew she was being distant, isolating herself, but none were as concerned as Optimus seemed to be. “Eva–”

“Optimus.” She replied curtly.

“Would you like to go on patrol today?”

The only way Eva would find peace is by communicating. Honesty was the best policy after all and that could only have been achieved if the two were to talk with each other. The pitiful look on Optimus’ face was just as influential to her decision, for though she may be a skeptic she was never cruel enough to hurt anyone knowingly. Thus, she responded a bit cheerily to uplift the mood, “Yes.”

The two made there driving around the outskirts of Jasper in utter silence, until Eva finally sparked, “I’m sorry.”

It seemed Optimus knew exactly what her apology was in reference to, but to maintain the conversation that they had so desperately needed, he played coy. “For what?”

“For avoiding you.” She couldn’t hold it in anymore, the anger that stemmed from all her unanswered questions. “You knew about Silas, so why didn’t you tell me anything?” She didn’t wait for a reply as her mind had already formulated a few answers of its own.

He broke through her disoriented stream of thoughts as he answered, “To protect you.” It wasn’t a complete lie, but his statement was still a half-truth and that was no better. He understood what betrayal could do to a person having been on the receiving end of it once, so he did what he couldn’t do the first time. “Your people have a saying: ‘Ignorance is bliss’. I find that to be especially true when it comes to matters of the heart. Betrayal has cost me my home, my life, my friends, and most importantly my brother. When you lose one thing, you lose a hundredfold more trying to find it. I didn’t want you to lose yourself in search of a truth well hidden from you.”

Eva mulled over his words for a solid minute, believing his intention to be true, for she knew the role of betrayal when it came to his history on Cybertron. After all, it was a betrayal that had caused cycles of turmoil and anguish to remain buried in the hearts of generations of Cybertronians, Decepticons, and Autobots alike. She didn’t know how to answer, for his anecdote had given her all the reassurance she needed to trust him again, at least to the extent she had initially established. Though she did have a duty to reciprocate his warm words with ones of her own, for with the knowledge she held, she knew that this subject was one that would always cut into him deep. “Thank you for looking out for me, but I’m not one to shy away from the callous truth. No matter how much it may scar me, secrets bleed me out more.”

Eva’s words, though not consoling in the slightest, gave Optimus perspective, and that gateway into her philosophy was all the reassurance he needed to know that he had her trust. He hadn’t betrayed her, he had just made a mistake as all beings do.

Leaning her head against the door of the car where the window had just been rolled down and sticking her right hand out the window, she followed the movement of the dancing dust. Her fingers moved like a wave, moving up and down in a synchronized pattern as she felt the airflow between the gaps. Optimus adjusted his rearview mirror to observe the motions of her hand. He felt entranced watching the rise and fall of her palm as though it matched the flow of the acid pits in Cybertron. The dust beneath seemed to bend to her will, moving as though it had a life of its own.

In a moment of weakness, or finally feeling the weight of emotion crushing him, Optimus opened his heart as he reminisced, “The betrayal of which I had spoken for was of a bot I consider a brother. Though ruthless in the infamous pits of Kaon, he was of a gentle disposition to those close to him. He was admirable in his conviction, for it was his very well paired with the cunning wit that allowed him to rise to such a position in which others would revere him. He was god to others, transcending the limits that we bots had allowed to hinder us, yet to me, he represented all that I longed to be with humility and understanding ingrained within him. In a way, when I received my designation as a Prime, I not only betrayed him but also myself.” That was all he would share, yet to Eva, this was like saline water on her tongue, leaving her longing for more, with the little she had been exposed to. She wanted to know more, for to her this relationship seemed like a puzzle. Slowly she had been able to gather pieces from each perspective, but it wasn’t enough. There had to be a deeper reason for this hatred that continued to burn.

Nonetheless, she wanted to return his openness with pieces of herself. It was about time that she had someone all to herself, someone who cared for her, and with the trust he seemed to have placed in her, she knew that she was well within her right to reciprocate it. Maybe that’s what Alpha Trion had seen as he had written the Covenant. This Prime was unlike any other, one whose very presence invoked a feeling of gratification and contentment. She didn’t need to question him, for it seemed that he was able to do that just fine on his own. Now it was her turn to give him the same serenity that he had given her, ever since they had first met.

“I only know how to exist when I’m wanted. And funny enough that’s the very reason I work so hard to leave Jasper. I’m desperate enough to think that I’ll change if my environment changes, but deep down I know that in a world constantly transforming I will always remain unchanged. Silas made me feel wanted, as though there was someone in this world who would still care about me even when things were rough. His care for me was an anchor, and now I’m left with an anchorless boat so rigid that it’ll soon break against the ebb and flow of the versatile form of the harsh sea. My world is falling apart before my eyes and now I can’t tell the difference between imagination and reality. I’m just flesh and bone, so why must I be treated like steel and stone?” A faint sob escaped Eva as she resumed, “You probably think I’m pathetic, for I know you have felt much more pain than I have. You’ve got a century’s worth of scars, physical and otherwise. So if you can keep moving forward…”

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