#mech au

[sreabhadh]

Don't know how Tumblr works honestly, or if I'm doing this right but Kef's TexAid au and everything everyone has written, drawn, and made for it- well it's got its hooks in me. It's probably pretty tame as far as TexAid goes... so trigger warning here lol. If you are not part of the fandom/already a freak I do NOT recommend reading it because I don't want to be responsible for accidentally traumatizing someone/revealing to others who aren't also like this how "like this" I am.

Like I said, probably pretty darn tame as far as TexAid goes (so those of you like me, don't get your hopes up), and those of you NOT like me in this regard... probably better keep away lol.

Anyway, you've been warned. If you're still here, please enjoy.

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He still hasn’t found him yet.

Vortex held back his laughter at the thought, wondering how much longer it would take Felix to find his ‘other friend,’ Ambulon. His other friend. Well, ‘another friend.’ That’s what Aid had said. First Aid considered him, Vortex, his friend. A place he could be safe. ‘Friend.’ It should’ve made Vortex want to squish the ‘pilot’ up till he popped and died. Should’ve made him want to explore the ways he could torture him without killing him, break and bend his mind, then test out a new method of completely dispatching him. Just like his other playthings. That had been one of the only things that had been exciting about Vortex’s life, back when he had a fleshy body, and it had been arguably the best part about being… him. Gears and all.

Killing things would always be fun. Unless it was First Aid. Somehow, somewhere along the line, First Aid had made the thought of killing his pilot…less exciting. Letting him live, the little freak, had turned out to be much more fun. Letting his squishy ‘pilot’ feed him information, ideas on how to disembowel their prey. At first Vortex had done it so he could keep going out without risking the scrapheap. Done it for the thrill of watching his cleaner squirm, trapped and forced to come back every time, no matter how much he didn’t want to. His newest toy had proved to be much more entertaining than that though. And now he was- Vortex didn’t want to think too hard about it. But he was his. First Aid, no- Felix was his.

Vortex had chosen him as his pilot. Felix had ‘chosen’ to accept. Felix chose to call Vortex his friend, chose him as a safe place to rest. And Vortex had chosen, time and time again, not to kill him. He belonged to Vortex now. Felix was his. And no one, Pharma or otherwise, was going to take him away. Vortex wasn’t going to let him leave the cockpit ever again.

Logistically, that had issues. Which should be Felix’s problem. Vortex shouldn’t care about that. It should be for Felix to figure out. Vortex’s mech- his body- his- there wasn’t a bathroom. Or a cafeteria. There were lockers, with his old stuff. Old MREs, enough water to help Felix after he woke up- even if the idiot had puked the first bottle out onto the mech’s- Vortex’s hull. But it wouldn’t be enough, not forever. Maybe Felix could think of a solution; he was smart like that sometimes. Felix seemed to have a lot on his mind right now though. Vortex had expected Felix to find Ambulon by now, he really wasn’t that well hidden. He was just tied to the wall with some cable, one of the sleeping bags Felix had brought inside Vortex’s- in the mech’s head- to cover him up.

Felix usually had a much sharper eye than this. Vortex grumbled quietly. Felix didn’t notice. Vortex snorted crossly, more loudly. Felix picked his head up from his hands. “Vortex?” he asked. There was something in the way Felix said his name, something in the way his eyes glinted in the mech’s- in Vortex’s- red lights.

[FELIX BABY~] he purred.

Felix leaned forward in his seat. “Yeah?”

Vortex let the silence pick at Felix’s patience a moment, then grinned.

[I CAN WARM YOU UP~] he said, flashing the words on his screen and speaking it into Felix’s head through the drift, grinning fiendishly as the suggestive tone in his voice made Felix blush. Little freak~

“Errrr, but I’m not cold,” Felix fumbled. His eyes darted around a little, as if looking for somewhere to look that wasn’t part of Vortex. He still didn't see Ambulon. He was busy looking for somewhere that wasn’t flirting with him. Basically, Felix was avoiding looking Vortex in the eye. Or he would be if Vortex were.. organic. And while he tried to feign a lack of understanding, Felix was blushing. It was cute. Vortex snickered. His pilot was adorable. And also a freak. He was an adorable freak. And he was his.

Vortex snickered again, opening the vents and blasting his AC. Felix stared dumbly, then stood, hand on hip, an admonishing look on his face. His mouth opened like he was going to deliver a withering retort, then it shut again, and he swallowed. His expression softened slightly, then contorted with confusion, and rehardened into complete bafflement with an edge of offense taken.

“…why?” he murmured quietly, so softly Vortex felt it through their drift connection more than he heard it.

[COLD YET?~]

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Vortex opened the vents even wider, blasting the cold air even harder.

Felix gaped.

[COLD YET?]

“No, but I will be soon, do you mind??” he snapped back. His exasperation overpowered his fear of retribution for being cheeky. It was delicious.

Slowly, Vortex closed the vents, letting the air flow ponderously wilt to a trickle. Felix glared suspiciously at the vents as they sluggishly shut close. Vortex held them open a moment, waiting to see and feel Felix’s anticipatory frustration bubble, which it did. Once he’d tasted enough of that, he let the vents snick all the way shut, cutting off the AC completely. Felix held his breath a moment, waiting for Vortex to do something. Which he didn’t. Felix waiting for him to do something was too fun. And it felt nice having Felix so focused on him, especially after he had spent so much time “distracted.” By Pharma. By recovering from Pharma’s vile mysterious IV drip. By Pharma trying to turn Felix into another one of him. Another Vortex. Vortex gritted his- well he would’ve gritted his teeth except he didn’t have any. His gears ground in response to his anger. His current “body” didn’t have organic teeth but it did what it could.

Felix tensed, ever mindful of Vortex’s moods. The moment was ruined. He HAD been planning on waiting until Felix relaxed, then immediately restarting the AC as strong as it could go. Give him a good jumpscare, and give Vortex another excuse to crack a joke about keeping him warm before pointing him to the sleeping bag Ambulon was occupying. But Vortex had gotten distracted thinking about Pharma- every passing thought on the matter made Vortex itch to kill something. Or rather, several somethings. Lots of somethings, (including Pharma of course), with as much blood and screaming as possible. Anyway. He had gotten distracted, and ruined the moment before he could make Felix jump.

Vortex forced himself to allow a smile on his… well, not on his face. His mood? He allowed a smile on his mood. Felix was okay. He was away from Pharma. He was safe, and alive, and trapped inside his cockpit. He wasn’t going anywhere. Vortex had plenty of time to play with his pilot. And they had a friend now too- someone Vortex could send out to get food for Felix, or hold hostage if Felix tried to leave. Someone else who had an actual brain to figure out how to solve problems. Felix’s brain couldn’t be trusted- not when it came to self-preservation. His choice of Vortex as a friend made that clear enough. That and his inability to spot anything wrong with the bulging lump on the wall. Vortex had a mind, he was able to think despite being dead afterall, but his brain had been dragged and cleaned out of his current head ages ago. Shattered skull and all.  

Ambulon, despite getting very chatty when he had first woken up, still had a skull in perfect condition. He wasn’t even bruised (probably) when Vortex re-sedated him and tied him to the wall, and covered him with the sleeping bag. He’d even managed to duct tape the jumpy lab rat’s mouth closed without blocking his other airways. That took skill. Absently, Vortex wondered if Felix would be impressed by his handiwork. Felix hadn’t been around when Vortex first came online- after dying that was. Didn't know how difficult this kind of precision could be. Hadn’t been around when Vortex was still figuring out how to move his new “body.” Some of the casualties he’d caused back then had been accidents. Sort of. Accidents he’d, unbeknownst to his victims and everyone else who’d thought he was gone, reveled in. And then replicated. Again. And again. Repeating until he was capable of the same intentional blood spilling he had been capable of before. Like a baby murderer, relearning how to walk and talk- and stab people in the guts.

Killing was like breathing to Vortex. Was like laughter, and smiling. It was really quite kind of him to have not killed Ambulon. He was Felix’s friend though, and had enough potential to be fun and useful- not to mention he’d been running from Pharma. Vortex might not know a lot about Ambulon, but he wasn’t about to do Pharma’s dirty work for him. Beyond that…Ambulon’s drift connection allowed Vortex to feel what Felix felt like. As an organic. With a living body. Had allowed him to feel what it felt like to hold his hand. To hold him as he slept, safe and sound. Vortex could repay that by not killing or hurting Ambulon too much. Wouldn’t stop him from spooking him as much as he pleased, but…he was grateful, in a way. It wasn’t something he had ever expected to experience. It was part of why Vortex had stuck him to the wall instead of back in bed with Felix. He liked it, but he wasn’t sure what to think or feel about it, and frankly didn’t want to right now. And he didn’t want to share the feeling either. Felix was his, and that’s what mattered. Ambulon was Felix’s friend, and they, he, Vortex, could figure out what that meant later.  

Felix, for his part, had fallen back asleep, slumped in his pilot’s seat. Ambulon could wait until he woke up again. Vortex used some cabling to grab the remaining sleeping bag, then wrapped it around Felix and the chair- cocooning him cozily and tying him to the chair simultaneously. He toyed with the thought of dangling his old suit in front of Felix’s head so it would be the first thing he saw when he woke up… but he decided against it in the end. He liked the thought of punishing Felix if he tried to grab and put it on, but he knew he wouldn’t. There had been such a reverence in the way Felix stared at the suit that Vortex had once worn. An unspoken want in the way he caressed Vortex’s name stitched over the right breast of the suit. An unspoken want that made Vortex want him to wear it. Even without punishing him for it, just to have his name on him…he couldn’t stitch it onto his chest, not directly- Felix was too squishy for that, and Vortex wasn’t delicate enough with a blade on his own to do it without killing his prize. If he could have his name on him though, if Felix put it on by choice-  

Vortex hummed thoughtfully. The notion was intoxicating. Invigorating. Carefully adding more cabling to secure Felix to the chair and their new resident lab rat to the wall, Vortex got up and started walking. Felix had only just recently removed whatever Pharma had attached to his leg, and if it had been a tracker, then they didn’t want to stay here for long.

Maybe he could find some monsters to kill, something to take the edge off his currently stronger-than-usual bloodlust. Maybe find the ones Felix had once considered the most likely to be edible. Have Ambulon cook it and test it, see if it worked.

He hummed some more, looking forward to getting his gears bloody again. He was going to go kill some monsters, wouldn’t be returning to base, and would have Felix with him the whole time. Yes, today was going to be a good day.  

[spearxwind]

Oh yeah!! I also realized I never posted this publicly, a short little thing I made in 2020 of Lena and Siege in their robot AU!

Lena's consciousness is trapped as digital data within Siege, copied right before a massive calamity befalls their facility. Siege's memory is damaged in the event, and so neither of them know what happened to them and must find out what led to everything

[akk0h]

i've been obsessed lately and it shows

so,,, simpatico inspired by @keferon ´s wonderful mech au

[dreamypyon]

She will slay in every universe

[cosmique-oddity]

I don’t think you understand how badly I want more art of disabled pilot Blurr. It’s in my soul now. I want that as my phone background. Ah!

MY DEAR ANON

HAVE THIS WONDERFUL RECOVERING BLURR AS A TREAT :3

Also well this is Blurr from Mech Au by @keferon so obviously he is traumatized so obviously this need TW :

Injuries (covered but we can see blood) and derealisation

I’ve been interested in thinking about Blurr kinda hoping Swerve’s last words were true, that he wasn’t real and all of this was either a nightmare or just….idk but not the truth

ALSO yeah TAILGATE ! This design U.U

Honestly I don’t think Tailgate would just forgot someone saved his life (and I deeply love him) so Hehe Blurr, now you have a kind blue sunshine trying to help you 👍

*this is a way to cope with the whole Blurr mech AU continuity*

(Also Keferon I admire you deeply I know I’m insane with this AU and if I tag you too much PLEASE TELL ME TO STOP I really need to behave myself sometimes !)

[unrelatabledude]

nokire wrote me a mech au so i did some pieces inspired by it.

please read it and tell him u love it bc its the best

[random-weirdo-on-the-internet]

HARVEST MOON AU | MECH (SUB) AU

After seeing @beepiusbeepius's post I HAD to make this- What's the AU about? Basically after transforming into a werewolf, Gabby runs off (afraid that her parents might find out) not knowing she was going to Starla's barn. She managed to sneak into a pig shed, but was hungry and tried to attack em'. Allison walks in with pig feed, seeing Gabby trying to attack the pigs. Not realizing this was Gabby, she tried to call out for Starla, but Gabby managed to make her quiet and explain her situation. Both of them decide to try out Gabby's new powers in secret. So no-one knows about Gabby's werewolf form but the both of them.

Refs below! (Slight TW for mentions of murd3r)

[mispronouncing-michaelangelo]

"Song Lan... I- I can't see." finally snapped; im making a pacrim au, lets fucking go

[cartoondrawer]

this is an au I made two years ago but had forgotten, made some designs last night

by the way, this involves the whole cast! means I actually have to draw the crew ig /j I’m really bad that drawing the crew but we don’t speak about that-

so basically when they transform into these robots (power ranger style ig) they don’t know each others true identity

[sreabhadh]

Oki so Swerve x Blurr post here. (Blurve, if you will, because it's literally the worst sounding ship name I've heard and so I can't get it out of my head lol)

But so Blurr is established multiple times to have difficulty remembering names and whether he tries to remember them or not, doesn't seem to care much.

My thought is that once upon a time he tried to remember names and he still tries to passively but that due to head trauma etc making it basically impossible he has given up on it

But what about the names he really doesn't want to forget? The people he really cares about? Cause speaking as someone who can have an awful short term memory/memory in general (forgot my own age before, there's a whole story and everything lol) just because you care doesn't mean you're going to remember. Just because it's important and matters a lot to you doesn't mean you won't forget. So some fun angst potential there with that :3 Struggling, grasping, having the name on the tip of his tongue, he KNOWS he knows it, he's heard it before, he TRIED to remember he tried so hard, repeated it so many times (maybe because he noticed how hard core of a fan Swerve was and didn't want to let him down) he's SUPPOSED to be able to remember this, it shouldn't be so hard- and then it's just gone and his mind goes blank and he can't remember it for the life of him. (Potentially a reason he maybe avoids or distances himself from Swerve and others- so he can maintain the hero image and persona that inspires them without them getting close enough to see the cracks or feel personally spurned by him because he can't remember their names etc)

But Blurr. Wants to remember Swerve's name. He owes it to him. (Also I'm on the ship so I also vote he wants to remember his name because he likes him. And like, how do you ask someone out of you can't even remember their name?) Swerve is a long time hard core fan with merch from before Blurr was a pilot, even before he was a famous racer. Swerve has stuff from the early days. Blurr doesn't want to ruin that hero imagery, the hope it gives Swerve, the light it puts in his eyes, the fire/gusto/pep in his soul etc. (This can also be a justification because Blurr just likes Swerve but has never been in a long-term/serious/successful relationship before and needs justification to be thinking about the cute guy who's name he's trying to remember).

Blurr, writing Swerve's name down. Misspelled in some places, spelled correctly in others, sometimes it's the wrong name, something similar. And he can't remember which it is. And sometimes he loses the slips of paper etc he writes them on. He can't keep track of it, can't remember. Like a really important password you made, wrote down somewhere, forgot, and just can't crack.

Blurr. Losing Swerve. Blaming himself for not being fast enough, guilt compounded by the fact he can't remember his name. Blurr, finding Swerve's old stuff, torn posters, old merch shoved angrily in a tiny box. Blurr feeling like he deserves that and worse because he failed him and he wasn't the hero he was supposed to be, he was just a face and that's all he has and even that's disfigured now, just like the rest of him. Blurr visiting Swerve's grave to apologize. Visiting his grave to help him remember his name. Or wanting to, but being unable to due to being stuck in a hospital. Blurr falling asleep trying to remember/memorize his name, like trying to count sheep.

Swerve though. Swerve, after getting disillusioned from the shiny idol image he has of Blurr, even after seeing the actual hero side of Blurr and learning what he's actually like, not expecting Blurr to remember his name. Originally thinking that because "he's a selfish prick" and then that changing over time to more of "it's not his fault his mind doesn't do that" and "there's no reason for him to remember me anyway" (and I secretly hope he doesn't remember me even though I really really want him to because I don't want him to remember the awkward idiot that obsessed over him then died). Swerve coming to care for Blurr all over again but because he's seeing the real Blurr for the first time. Swerve not expecting Blurr to remember his name, Swerve deciding not to care whether or not Blurr remembers. Blurr tried saving him, and he remembers that much, that much is already more than Swerve had expected.

Swerve finding some of the scribbled up pieces of paper and wondering what those are about

Blurr, maybe once realizing he's real, alive and not a ghost, having a moment of lucidity. Calls him by name. Swerve is shooketh. Blurr maybe panics or tries to back track, thinking he said the wrong name. "No- you...got it right the first time." "I did?" "Yeah." "..." "What did I say the first time?" "Swerve." "Swerve." "Yeah." Blurr *maybe almost cries a lil bit, especially since this revelation is paired with the revelation he's not dead.*

Swerve having fanfics running in his mind and making him blush, you know, the kind of "but you can call me whatever you want" kind of flirting and then awkwardly stumbling over his words while Blurr's just glad he's alive (and doesn't hate him for some reason?) (and Blurr is also busy being flustered because not only is Swerve not dead but he's the cute one and the cute one is talking to him and doesn't seem to mind or be offended that Blurr was having trouble remembering his name (hopefully not because of low self esteem issues) AND THE CUTE ONE IS TALKING TO HIM AND HELPING HIM WALK AND- (and maybe for once he doesn't mind sometimes not being able to walk on his own 👀)

Blurr making a joke about how he'd forget his own name if he didn't write it down (via autograph) or hear he screamed (by fans) so many times

Swerve realizing the scribbled up pieces of paper were Blurr trying to remember his name

Swerve saying things and treating Blurr well in ways that make Blurr feel like a person. Loved and admired, but as a person and not a face or an image someone else holds and controls, but as an actual person with their own thoughts, struggles and emotions. Swerve still admiring him even though Blurr feels like a failure. Swerve caring for him even though he's seen him without the makeup and his public persona, seen him at his "ugliest." Swerve respecting and understanding the importance of the public persona and how much work, effort, sacrifice it is and how valuable it is, but also preferring to be with Blurr when he's "at his ugliest" and just himself. Swerve's perceptions of Blurr changing Blurr's perceptions of himself and starting to himself as more than a face, and having worth beyond what he can do for others

The confidence Swerve has in Blurr giving Blurr the confidence in himself to go in public with out the special makeup. Blurr having the confidence to speak honestly to the public (hopefully potentially with evidence that the explosions, accidents, and his injuries are because of Shockwave +/ Pharma)

Swerve saving Blurr and Blurr asking Swerve for his autograph. "Why?" "Because that's what people do when they meet their heroes, right?" (Having it written down in Swerve's handwriting will help Blurr remember it and know it's spelled correctly) *Blurr blushing* *Swerve.exe has broken* *error messages on his face plate* Swindle: *admonishing* "Blurr don't break your boyfriend you haven't even gone on a date with him yet."

*Blurr.exe and Swerve.exe both being very broken and blushing*

Swindle: "Oh for the love of- *waves wad of cash/credit card in front of them* - take this and go on a f@cking date already you too and get out of my hair you're gonna make me sick, get out, scram!"

Blurr and Swerve being awkward, lovesick, and adorable.

Swerve and Blurr date nights where nothing bad happens and I can (at least temporarily) ignore Keferon's comments of "you'll have to dig him out of the hole first" and "it sucks to be a Blurr fan because he always dies" (paraphrased)

Keferon please don't do it please don't you dare.

I will take all the pain and trauma, so long as they can be happy together in the end please I'm begging you.

(Everyone making things and contributing to the mech AU(s) are making and doing phenomenal things and I love all of them, thank you so much Keferon and everyone else involved)

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

Okay absolutly deranged late night post about the Mech AU I've been thinking about bear with me.

Okay so Bill n Henry develop their own Mechs and work together. They pilot them themselves for like a decade or so but there's an immence physical and emotional strain that leaves both of them too unfit to do that anymore.

The way that they work is you get ingrained INTO the wiring and if your emotional state isn't right or you don't pair with the Mech well you get pulled apart basically- like your veins are the circuitry now (spinglocking parallel). They know this cus some of the guys they got to test them had this happen and it almost happened to Bill that one time too.

Cus of this risk it's imporant to have people who can pair with the Mechs with little resistance. And who is malleable mentally? Children!

So it's less of a literal child murder schenario and more metaphorical. Like it's death because of their loss of childhoods and conversions into war machines.

So obvs Susie, Jeremy, Fritz, Gabriel and Cassidy have to pilot the giant metal robots now. It was probably like a shady volenteer program or something. I like the idea of Charlie being their handler cus of the puppet motif thats cute. Mike works maintenance and he hates it.

Yeh :] Faz Inc brand Mechs :] Child soldiers :]

[no-zero-four]

Some mecha au alien stage sketches. I’ll clean and color them *later*

[dreamypyon]

let her captain a space army..... neow!

[apphiarothowrites]

Mech Pilot AU thoughts

I'm leaning between Pacific Rim and Titanfall with this idea-mostly because Titanfall is the nicer end of "the mechs are/can become sentient" without the horror elements that NGE introduces

Marco's mech is a compliment to his father's.

Whitebeard, legendary mech pilot from back in the day, piloted a massive and fucking heavy beast of a mech unit that was wholly designed to level a battlefield and everything on it. When Whitebeard went to war, his side had to call active retreats on all positions in the ground assault because when he showed up he was absolutely going to reduce even their allied positions to pancakes. Rare was the day that Whitebeard left enemy survivors. The weakest points on Whitebeard's early design mech was the joints but unless you destroyed the cockpit (the most well protected point inside the behemoth), she could still move even with near critical damage to the joints. His big girl was made to keep moving and the only way to stop her was to destroy the legs and even then unless you also destroyed the arms this bad motherfucker was going to destroy everything in range anyway.

Marco's in contrast, was built to fly. Fast, light, and equipped with jet wings. Still well armored, still equipped with some gnarly guns, the weakpoint of Marco's bird was in the wings. The attachment areas to the back were designed to be easy to remove-pop in and out. If Marco is grounded due to wing damage, he can pop those suckers off and still jump fairly high and have high mobility on the ground. His was designed to work behind, physically on, and in tandem with Whitebeard's giant-a buddy to focus on destroying incoming missiles intended to stop Whitebeard in his tracks. With Marco around, he never stopped moving. With the whole Whitebeard fleet behind him? They never lost a battle and only the more-feared Rogers fleet could draw them to a standstill.

The Mechs developing sentience was unintended but welcomed. Whitebeard's chose the name Moby, was a jovial and gentle giant off the battlefield much like her pilot. When Whitebeard retired, his body unable to bear the strain in his mid 60s, Moby was devastated. They both knew it was coming, they both acknowledged it was needed in order Whitebeard to not just suffer a fatal heart attack or brain aneurysm inside the cockpit from the strain, and both hated it. Moby refused every attempt at a replacement pilot. Phoenix, in contrast to both Moby and Marco, is catty and moody and and elitist to the point that they rarely speak to anyone who isn't a "ranking officer" on par with Marco, Whitebeard, or Moby. They much prefer being left to themself, and on the battlefield typically treats other mechs and their partners as part of the scenery-to be climbed on if large enough or otherwise ignored unless they need assistance. Phoenix also is not immune to flattery, but is often suspicious of it unless Marco gives it his blessing.

Marco's chose the name Phoenix, he liked the imagery and the meaning. When Pops retired, both were nervous of the idea of stepping up into the lead. Sure, Jozu and Atmos and Blamenco all had physically larger-than-average mechs but they were still smaller than Moby and none could hit as hard. Pheonix was a heavy-hitting support, without the buddy he was designed to help. Both floundered a bit in the first year of their new leadership role, but upon finding their ground-with Pops leading logistics over their communications lines-they were somehow even more formidable than before (perhaps, some whispered, so they could make up for the lack of their greatest weapon no longer being in play).

Then came Ace, and Fire Fist. So named for experimental technology; flame throwers and a super-heated retractable sword that often just set the mech as a whole on fire. Ace, safe inside an airtight cockpit that's externally doused with all kinds of flame retardant, would cackle and Fire Fist would echo a laugh of their own. Small, fast, and lightly armored the mech would often take damage during fights-and just as easily shrug them off to roast enemy pilots alive inside their partners. Not every pilot even considers fire damage, let alone takes the measures that Ace and Fire Fist have to ensure their own safety with their equipment.

The audacity of these punks is beautiful, and Marco's smitten within a week. Phoenix takes a little time, but one compliment about their rockets setting a building ablaze is all it takes for them both.

Other idle thoughts: -Moby had, to begin with, a very stark white and gray paintjob. It faded over time and got all kinds of chips and wear/tear. Whitebeard's jumpsuit was navy blue with white highlights. -After retirement, Moby mostly hangs out at base and plays defense on the very few occasions someone attacks the WB directly. -Moby, appropriately, stands at 76 meters/250ft (PR jaeger height) -Phoenix is painted sky blue and usually enters battle from a high altitude-they match their surroundings and is difficult to spot visually and on radar. They much prefer it that way. The gold highlights were Marco's idea, as is the yellow/gold jumpsuit he wears when piloting. -Phoenix is much smaller than Moby, just about 9 meters/29.5ft (8.5 times smaller than Moby). He used to enjoy climbing all over the big guy, but after Whitebeard's retirement he now climbs all over Jozu/Blamenco/Atmos' mech's instead (each of which stand about 70-72 meters or 229-236ft) -Fire Fist is 8 meters/juuust over 26ft. He demanded that he be painted red and orange to match the fire laden equipment they use (he's a stickler for thematic matching). He's happy, fiery like Ace, but is easier going and prone to wanting to de-escalate rather than feed into an argument. Ace's jumpsuit, to match FF, is orange with red highlights.

[fuel-burn]

New Transformers au idea:

Optimus and Megatron are not original transformers, but instead two android pilots controlling mechs, but it's been so long that they've bled into Transformer history and no one remembers that they really just appeared one day to their respective factions and inserted themselves into the others' lives, thus going rouge from their human creators.

Their original purpose was to defend the earth, and while that objective has not changed for Orion, Megatronus has fallen partly to Decepticon views and no longer believes that he or Orion should continue to protect humans.

Orion Pax is the name of the android piloting Optimus and Megatronus is the name of the one piloting Megatron.

Also the two androids are in love, regardless of their different views on humanity.