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melishade · 3 months ago

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Attack on Prime: What if Soundwave arrived in AOT and caused trouble? AKA The Chaos Timeline

Main Story

Peaceful Timeline Pilot

Beloved Timeline Pilot

TFP Optimus in Episode 1 Pilot

War Timeline Pilot

So I had promised this months ago with that pilot poll that I ran, but I never got around to it because I was so focused on the main AOP story line. But I had time, and the inspiration! And I was finally able to write the pilot for one of the first AOP AUs on my Tumblr blog: What if Soundwave was in AOP, aka the Chaos Timeline! Now let us begin!

Summary: Soundwave's loyalty was unwavering. True in the face of hardship and suffering. He believed in the Decepticon cause, and he believed in Megatron. He's held onto the hope that Megatron would lead them into a bright future, which is why he immediately searched for him the minute he got out of the Shadowzone. However, when he found Megatron on this strange world, all of those years of loyalty and service went out the window. And he finally snapped. Also TW Gore and TW Blood

Soundwave tried to attack those human pests. He tried to kill them. He tried to remove them from the controls of the ship and stop them, and in turn, the Autobots, from gaining the advantage. But he couldn’t even touch them. His body phased right through them like it was nothing. But he wasn’t wearing a phase shifter. This happened because these children somehow managed to cross streams with the bridges. And now he was stuck in an alternate dimension where he couldn’t touch anything. He tried accessing his comm. link, but no one responded to him. What was going on?!

Soundwave realized that the rest of the Decepticons were left unattended. Megatron was left alone to fight the Autobots! Soundwave bolted out of the deck of the ship, racing down towards the Omega Lock. Their numbers had already dwindled so much after the infestation and the loss of the Insecticons. The Autobots had a chance to end the war in their favor! And Megatron! Megatron would be killed!

Soundwave noticed to door to the Omega Lock was open and he bolted through the opening. He looked down the opening of the ship to the cyber matter and the Lock’s structure. But it was too late. Soundwave had bare witness to Bumblebee ramming the Star Saber directly through Megatron’s chest. Soundwave felt his spark drop at the sight, and he ignored Laserbeak’s cries to him, trying to pull him back to reality. But…Soundwave couldn’t even hear. His master. His friend. His brother in arms, was fell by the lowly scout Megatron had mutilated eons ago.

Soundwave snapped out of his shock when he saw Megatron’s corpse slide off of the Star Saber and plummet to the Earth below. Soundwave jumped off the Nemesis and onto the Omega Lock structure. He leaned forward while gripping one of the pillars of the lock, seeing Megatron’s body starting to burn upon reentry. Soundwave contemplated diving after him. He had to go back to his friend. He was even prepared to jump, but the Nemesis jerked and began to move. Soundwave held onto the pillar as he felt the Nemesis go through the spacebridge, taking the ship and everyone who was still on board back to Cybertron. Soundwave reached out towards Earth, to where Megatron was, but the spacebridge closed, leaving any chance of him returning to Earth null and void.

Soundwave hated these clowns. He despised them with every fiber of his being.

The Cybertronian had believed that once the Quintessions were disposed of, his people would create a just society. One that didn’t require putting down the common bot and forcing them into unhealthy working conditions. But the new council decided to take a page out of the Quintessions’ books and implement their own caste system. This caste system didn’t allow those in it to move above their station if they so desired. It didn’t allow those who were built differently to receive services that would help them thrive on Cybertron. It just used the bots and scrapped them the moment their usefulness ran out.

He gave them chances. Time and time and time again. He pleaded his case, and gave them every opportunity to repent and fix the system before any long term damage had settled in. But they all refused. They didn’t care about freeing Cybertron. All they wanted was the power for themselves. And he was done.

He had left the council right in the middle of one of their meetings, stunning quite a few of them. Someone did approach him and begged him to stay. The bearded one: Alpha Trion. But Soundwave quickly pulled his shoulder out of bot’s grip. He took a vow of silence. He had covered his face. He had changed his appearance to prevent the council from finding him. If Soundwave could not change the system through reason, then he would destroy it with force.

Soundwave worked tirelessly, trying to get out of his prison. Whatever commotion was happening outside of the Nemesis, he chose to ignore it. It wasn’t a priority at the moment, and nothing outside of this dimension could harm him, which allowed him to maximize his efforts. He ignored the shaking and jerks of the ship. He ignored the arguments the Autobots were having, and the mutiny that Starscream tried and failed to achieve. He had heard words being thrown around regarding Unicron the Chaos Bringer, and that did make him hesitate a little. He didn’t want to deal with Unicron again, but he also didn’t want to stay here until he perished. He was going to get out of this place first, then he was going to deal with Unicron.

Laserbeak was chirping at him, trying to tell him something important, but Soundwave ignored the mini-con for the moment. Nothing could hurt them in this dimension; he didn’t have to worry about Laserbeak’s safety. The spymaster became elated when he realized that he could still connect to the spacebridge, but grunted when he felt the Nemesis crash into ground. He immediately checked on Laserbeak, seeing if he was alright. Maybe that was what the mini-con wanted to tell him. Laserbeak signaled that he was alright, allowing Soundwave to breathe a sigh of relief and continue working, ignoring an unfamiliar aircraft fleeing the planet in shame.

Soundwave didn’t realize how hard things would be on his own after leaving the council. He had to burn all traces of his original existence to prevent himself from being tracked. No home. No assets to his name. Just his new armor and covered face.

He scoured the streets of Kaon, doing odd jobs here and there in order to get some energon. But he had no roof over his helm, and he refused to work under someone in a place like the mines. He’s aware that the bosses there will bind poor Bots into unbreakable contracts, and work them until the rust away or get crushed to death. He would maintain his freewill, no matter how hard it would be. Soundwave winced when he felt something sting his shoulder. He noticed his armor was beginning to erode and quickly bolted to take cover. Acid rain. It was worse in these parts of Cybertron than in the upper caste sectors.

Soundwave scrambled towards an alley and took cover under an awning. He could hear the sizzle of the metal eroding and he could see the acid rain hitting the ground hard, but he chose to ignore it. He was safe for right now.

Then he heard shrill cries for help. Soundwave raised his helm and followed the noise to see…a mini-con. A mini-con that was getting pelted by the rain, unable to fly away and take cover due to its damaged wings. Soundwave initially decided to leave it alone, and let nature take its course. He didn’t want to receive any more damage from the rain. But the mini-con kept on crying, begging for salvation. Those cries grew weaker and weaker, until…it stopped flapping its wings and fell limp to the floor. Soundwave internally swore as he ran out into the rain, feeling the searing acid all over his body once more as he snatched the mini-con and ran back to his shelter. He examined the damage the mini-con had suffered, and they looked severe. He wasn’t sure if it was even going to make it. But no creature deserved to die like this.

Soundwave immediately got to work, taking parts of his own damaged armor and surgical tools lying around to seal and repair the mini-con’s wounds. He worked as quickly as he could, ignoring the rain and ignoring his pain to keep this Bot alive. After grueling hours of work, Soundwave managed to repair it enough to keep it stable for the time being. He then used a syringe he found lying on the ground, thankfully not too severely damaged from the rain, and injected it into his neck, siphoning out some of his own energon to transfer over to the mini-con. As the energon in the syringe continued to decrease, Soundwave saw the visor of the mini-con flicker to life. It was still weak and frightened, so Soundwave used his E.M. field to reassure it that it was alright and that it was safe. It was safe from the rain and Soundwave promised that he would keep it alive.

He wasn’t going to abandon it like the council abandoned its people.

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Soundwave waited patiently in the shadows while the Autobots were distracted. With their rebuilding and reconstruction of Cybertron. He listened to their talks of peace and ceasefires, knowing full well they didn’t have the same charisma and leadership as Optimus Prime. The only Autobot who came close was Ultra Magnus.

He had tested the range he had from the Nemesis controls to that of the newly installed spacebridge that the Autobots were constructing under their name. His spacebridge could reach theirs. Now he just needed to time it right. He waited. Waited and waited until they least expected it. And then the opportunity arose when the spacebridge opened and a large ship came through. Soundwave activated the spacebridge from the Nemesis, causing a third portal to open up. Soundwave made sure that Laserbeak was fastened to his chassis before transforming and flying through and making it to the other side.

Soundwave transformed into his bipedal mode hearing panic and surprise from the other Autobots. He saw the Autobots drawing their weapons and aiming it at him. Soundwave immediately got into a fighting stance, prepared to attack and defend himself.

“Soundwave, stand down!” Ultra Magnus ordered him, but the spymaster refused. He wasn’t going to bend to their will.

“Soundwave, stop! The war is over!” Soundwave felt his anger flare when he heard Bumblebee speak. He snapped his helm towards him, contemplating tearing out Bumblebee’s voice box again himself for killing Megatron!

“The war will continue in Megatron’s name!” Soundwave had compiled the voices he had on file to speak.

“Wait…you don’t know?” Bumblebee was surprised.

“Know what?” Soundwave demanded.

“Megatron…he came back to life, but he forfeited the war,” Bumblebee explained.

Soundwave nearly lost his composure right then and there. Megatron was…alive?! That should have made him elated! Happy! But he didn’t go back for his master and merely stayed on the Nemesis as it took him back to Cybertron. But the confusion came. Forfeited? Megatron would never forfeit the war! Megatron would never quit! His attention fell to the other Autobots, but they didn’t have any expressions or features that would indicate that they were hiding something. Were they…were they actually telling the truth?

“His body got hijacked by Unicron, and Unicron tried to destroy Cybertron, but Optimus sacrificed himself to defeat Unicron, and that was before Megatron forfeited the war and left,” Bumblebee continued explaining. “We do have proof. I used the cortical psychic patch to show the memory.”

The patch doesn’t lie, and the Autobots don’t even have enough information on the schematics to even attempt any forms of manipulation. The fact that they were so confident to use it and show it to others meant that they were telling the truth. Megatron was alive, but he had forfeited, but it sounds like they didn’t have him.

“Where is he?” Soundwave demanded.

He heard Ratchet scoff. “You really think that we would tell you that-!”

“We don’t know,” Bumblebee answered truthfully, earning surprised cries from his allies, “I saw him fly off world, but I don’t know where he went.”

Soundwave took a look at his surroundings one more time. He was outnumbered, possibly outmatched, and he didn’t have the resources to repair himself if he got hurt. Not to mention, he still had Laserbeak to consider. Without giving any of the Autobots time to consider, he transformed and quickly flew off into space. He could hear the cries of the Autobots fade as he continued flying upward and out of Cybertron’s atmosphere.

“Bumblebee, what were you thinking?!” Arcee demanded.

“I figured if we answered him truthfully, he might’ve left us alone. Which he did!” Bumblebee retorted.

“And everyone here knows that Soundwave is fiercely loyal to Megatron and the only ‘Con that Megatron would even consider listening to!” Ratchet reminded.

“Soundwave has no leads! We’re talking about the span of infinity! How in the Allspark is Soundwave going to find Megatron through that?! And even if he did, it would take him eons?! Long after the war is over!” Bumblebee reasoned.

“And what if you’re wrong?!” Ratchet demanded.

“Then!...” Bumblebee trailed off, realizing the point to Ratchet’s words. Soundwave: the third-in-command to Megatron was now roaming freely in space. And will no doubt use his freedom to restart the Decepticons.

“If Soundwave is ever to return, then we will prepare plans to counteract him and any other Decepticons that choose to align with him,” Ultra Magnus declared, “For now we need to focus on rebuilding and bolstering our forces in the event of a Decepticon invasion.”

Soundwave’s first decision was the land on Luna-1. He knew he had no leads to go off of in order to locate Megatron, but he did inform his master that he had sent Airachnid to Luna-1. There was a chance that Megatron came to the moon in order to permanently dispose of her. When he stepped over a hill and saw the remnants of Insecticon carcasses rusting away on the surface, he knew that he was correct. He walked towards the carcasses that remained and examine the ground for any information that would direct him to Megatron. He found the outlines of spider legs in the ground, no doubt belonging to Airachnid, but he also saw a new set of pedeprints one that he did not recognize. But he noticed the way these new pedeprints tracked in the ground. The steps and patterns were familiar, unforgettable. These were Megatron’s pedeprints! Megatron was here on the moon, and based on the pedeprints, he had fought Airachnid, probably killing her in the process. Bumblebee did mention that Unicron had hijacked Megatron’s body. There was a possibility that his appearance was altered in the process to compensate for the damage he had undertaken from the Scout. But Megatron was here and he was still alive. But where did he go from here?

Soundwave looked up towards the expansive throws of space. He knew it would be a fruitless effort to try and find Megatron in the vast universe. Megatron could have gone anywhere, and disappeared to a place no one would ever find him. But Soundwave wasn’t going to give up. He refused to believe that Megatron would abandon the Decepticons. Not after all of the hardship and sacrifice.

Soundwave transformed and flew off of Luna-1 and away from Cybertron. He had Megatron’s signal on file, and even though his range was small compared to the Nemesis, he could use it to find him. The Decepticon movement could wait. His new mission was to search for his master and friend and bring him back to his senses to finish what they started.

Soundwave didn’t mean to acquire more mini-cons. It ended up just happening if he was being honest.

Soundwave was still taking care of Laserbeak and helping him regain his strength when he encountered Ravage. The feline mini-con was savaging for energon nearby, and Soundwave took some pity on it by providing a small cube. It wasn’t much, but it should have kept the creature alive for another night. Besides, he was focused on keeping Laserbeak alive.

The next thing he knew, Ravage had returned, and in its mouth was a rare metal meant to help repair wounds. Specifically for Laserbeak. Soundwave couldn’t help but be surprised, but Ravage had wagged his tail, expecting praise for his hard work. Soundwave thought he would be useful and let Ravage stick around. He did not bind the cat to him, and let him choose to follow him. He wanted to give him a choice. It was going to be the same for Laserbeak. With Ravage’s help, he had managed to repair the mini-con’s wounds and bring him to full health. Soundwave gave him the option to fly free, and expected the avian creature to never return, but Laserbeak merely turned back around and landed right back on Soundwave’s arm. Soundwave couldn’t help but be moved at Laserbeak’s loyalty while Ravage purred, rubbing up against his leg. Soundwave kept them both as companions from that point on.

Rumble and Frenzy tried to con him when they first met. Rumble was meant to be the distraction while Frenzy was trying to pickpocket him. Ravage sniffed him out and grabbed Frenzy’s arm with his mouth. Soundwave stopped Ravage from tearing the arm off while Soundwave grabbed the twins and lifted them high into the air. Soundwave was prepared to turn them over to the authorities. He had two mouths to feed. He didn’t need two mini-cons trying to steal from him. Soundwave’s anger dissipated when he noticed the way their optics flickered, and he realized that they were experiencing energon deficiency as well. Soundwave also remembered punishments were harsher against mini-cons. The discrimination against the mini-cons were stronger.

Soundwave decided not to turn them in; however, he had to force them to stay by his side as punishment and to keep them out of trouble. Soundwave did his best to keep all four of them fed, and it was difficult. Soundwave expected the twins to run when they had the chance. Pits, he actually played coy to let them run, but they continued to stay. They wanted to stay by his side. It was extra mouths to feed, but they kept him alert and they kept him alive.

The five of them helped each other survive in the worst of Cybertron.

Soundwave searched but found nothing.

He searched the cosmos for Megatron, trying to find any leads on Megatron. He had infiltrated both Autobot and Decepticon ships that he encountered for any leads, killing the Autobots aboard their vessels and stealing their basic supplies while sparing the Decepticons in order to build allies and maintain relationships.

The Decepticons he encountered willingly lent him their ship’s navigations in order to locate Megatron’s signal, but so far, the ranges that were provided yielded nothing. He thanked them in his own way by informing them that Cybertron was alive and provided them the map he had recorded for himself to get back home. He informed them of the dangers of an Autobot driven world, but what they decided to do was completely up to them. The Autobot’s navigation systems weren’t any better; he still had no leads regarding Megatron. Even so, he used the information from both Autobots and Decepticons to chart a map of this particular sector of space. Which places were safe to cross and which places were not.

Laserbeak had informed the Decepticon that he needed to rest, and Soundwave couldn’t help but agree. He landed on a barren asteroid, lying back against the dirt and sighing to himself. He expected Laserbeak to eject, but the mini-con chose to stay on his chassis of his own volition. Soundwave enjoyed the simple act of comfort, and powered down to regain his energy.

Soundwave heard the rumors of a gladiator making a name for himself throughout Kaon. An undefeatable champion that was not only strong with his combat, but wise with his words, which was considered a feat for many low caste workers. Many were cut off from a proper education in order to keep them locked in their caste position.

Still, Soundwave was intrigued at this gladiator, who had gone so far as to naming himself after one of the Thirteen Primes: Megatronus. Soundwave had witness both ends of the caste system, and his ultimate desire was to change it. However, he had no true leadership skills. He was someone who worked in the shadows and stayed away from the spotlight. Hiding and waiting was his specialty. If Soundwave wanted to change the system, he needed someone who could influence the sparks and minds of all Cybertronians.

Soundwave entered the Pits and signed up for the gladiator matches immediately. He used his skills to rig the match so that he would be fighting Megatronus, much to the dismay of the mini-cons. They advised and begged him not to fight Megatronus. They’ve seen his matches. He hasn’t lost a single one since he started. But Soundwave needed to know. He needed to know if Megatronus could help bring about the change he so desperately desired.

Soundwave stepped into the arena when he heard his name being called, sword and shield in servo, and was immediately met with boos and jeers from the crowd. None of the onlookers knew much about him, and a fresh face usually meant a fresh kill. That was made especially clear by the energon stains on the ground from the previous match. It was a massacre.

Soundwave then looked ahead when the announcer started to hype up Megatronus, getting the crowd excited for their champion. Soundwave watched as the gladiator stepped into the ring, and was met with an interesting sight to say the least. This gladiator was mostly silver, and his appearance wasn’t as intimidating as some of the other gladiators tried to make themselves. A shield resided on his left arm, showing signs of damage and use. He saw red marks around the gladiator’s joints, and his optics were a common blue. What made him so special?

The announcer declared that this would be a fight to the death, causing Soundwave to snap his helm towards the announcer in surprise. A fight to the death? This was supposed to be a fight to the first wound. Who rigged this system? Soundwave searched the crowd and glared through the mask, seeing mob bosses transferring credits to each other. Slag. He should have been more mindful.

Soundwave stared ahead to his opponent, who merely clenched his right servo into a fist, summoning a sword of his own. He got into a fighting stance, shield in front of him while sword behind him. Soundwave got into his own fighting stance, preparing himself to fight. He needed to live. He needed to live for them.

Fight! Both combatants raced towards each others, swords clashing upon impact. Soundwave did his best to plant his pedes into the ground as Megatronus pushed him back. He was strong, but he was putting too much force in the attack. Soundwave released his sword, letting it drop to the ground before bending backwards, causing Megatronus to lean forward. The gladiator was looking at Soundwave in surprise, but Soundwave curled his digits around the handle of his shield and smacked Megatronus in the face with it, sending him flying sideways across the arena. Everyone gawked at the sight while Soundwave straightened himself out, grabbing the sword that he dropped in the process. He wasn’t going to go down easily. Soundwave was also a skilled combatant, but he made sure to keep that hidden in order to have the element of surprise.

Soundwave saw Megatronus standing up, looking just as surprised as everyone else. The gladiator wiped some energon pouring from his mouth and examined it. And then, Soundwave saw it. Megatronus neutral expression so far, had turned to such a maniacal grin. Megatronus snatched his shield and raced forward towards Soundwave, but Soundwave dodged the swing of his sword at the last minute. Soundwave saw the sword swinging upright and quickly bent backwards, the edge of the blade just narrowly missing his mask. Soundwave swung his own sword downward, but Megatronus raised his shield above his helm to absorb the attack.

The announcer declared that they had a true match on their servos as the crowd became divided. Half of the members cheered for Megatronus while the other half cheered for Soundwave. As the cheering continued, Soundwave and Megatronus’ swords continued to clash. They twirled and danced with each other, locking blades and shields before releasing each other to gain some distance. Soundwave was lighter than Megatronus. He was able to jump into the air to gain a height advantage, but Megatronus was prepared for that, blocking and countering his attacks so easily. It was impressive.

But Soundwave wouldn’t be able to achieve his dream if this was a fight to the death. And Megatronus had no real connection to him. The gladiator wouldn’t throw the match for his own dreams. Neither Cybertronian wanted to die, but it was apparent with every swing, every punch, every kick, and every cut that neither would relent. Soundwave had to live. If not for his dream, then for the mini-cons he had sacrificed everything for. He wouldn’t let them go back into the dark.

Soundwave and Megatronus had forced each other to the other ends of the arena before charging at each other. Megatronus let out a battle cry, but Soundwave remained silent as the familiar sound of metal tearing through metal was apparent. Both had stopped in their tracks, arms and swords extended outward, both covered with energon. Soundwave could feel the searing hot pain in his side, but he remained standing. He wasn’t going to buckle, or waiver. The whole arena waited with silence. They wanted to know who would collapse first. Soundwave heard cries of shock and disbelief and looked behind him to see Megatronus bending the knee first. He had bested Megatronus, and caused the crowd to be in an uproar, but this fight was still a fight to the death. Those were the only options given to him, and he had to abandon his ideas for a better Cybertron to protect the mini-cons. Soundwave tried to limp over to Megatronus to deal the killing blow, but Soundwave found himself collapsing to the ground in response. Scrap. The wound was deeper than he anticipated. Soundwave held his side, trying to force himself upright. He heard the crowd cheering and careened his helm to see Megatronus standing up. The gladiator walked towards him with his blade still protruding from his arm. Soundwave saw Megatronus looking down at him, but he didn’t waiver. He would face his death right here and now. He just hoped the mini-cons would be able to survive without him.

However, Soundwave, and the crowd was taken aback when Megatronus discarded the shield and recalled his sword before extending his servo out to him. What was Megatronus doing? This was a fight to the death.

“This combatant is filled with great strength and pride! The mark of a warrior!” Megatronus addressed the crowd, “To have someone like him die here would be a waste of such strength! And I defy anyone who believes that he deserves to die!”

Megatron addressed Soundwave. “Can you stand?”

Soundwave forced himself upright, and took the servo that was offered to him. Soundwave wobbled and forced himself to stand, but Megatronus was kind enough to offer his own body for support. Both warriors were injured, leaking energon, but Megatronus raised his clenched servo high into the air, causing the crowd to cheer wildly.

“Raise your servo,” Megatronus advised in a whisper. Soundwave was confused at the idea, but decided to take his advice and raised his fist in the air, causing the crowd to act like madmen.

“We gave them a good enough show, and you’ve made a good impression,” Megatron explained, “Both of us will get to live, regardless of what the mob bosses say. Trust me on that.”

Soundwave nodded his helm in response.

“Let’s get you patched up.” Megatronus assisted Soundwave in walking out of the arena, “And if you’re willing, I wish to discuss possible arrangements.”

Soundwave looked up at him in surprise, and Megatronus smirked. “Over a match, of course.”

Soundwave couldn’t help but smile behind his mask. Perhaps there was hope for the future.

It’s been six months. Six months since Soundwave started his search for Megatron. The farther he flew out into the universe, the less Cybertronians he found. The less help he received. The less hope he had in finding Megatron.

By the Allspark, where would Megatron even go? He had nowhere to go. Was he really just abandoning the cause because of Unicron? Or something else? Megatron has dealt with Unicron before and he still remained the same. He still fought for the Decepticon cause…whatever that was now. But all that effort. All that sacrifice and energon spilt, it couldn’t have been for nothing, especially after going through the Pits together and back.

Soundwave found himself begging a little. He wanted to find Megatron. He wanted an explanation. If Megatron said he was tired, if Megatron was showing adverse effects of Unicron’s influence on him, he could accept that. Unicron was a powerful entity. Megatron would have been influenced by him.

Megatron wouldn’t abandon everything after all this time. Not of his own free will and volition. Not after all of that sacrifice.

Soundwave was devastated. Sparkbroken. He let rage consume him earlier, but now his processors were silent. He couldn’t think of anything else.

Peace talks had failed, and Megatron declared war against the Autobots, against Optimus. Megatron apologized to Soundwave for not properly considering the consequences of bringing someone from a higher cast into the fold, but it was too late now. The war raged on, it consumed the planet. Both Autobots and Decepticons were killed.

And so were Rumble, Frenzy, and Ravage.

Soundwave had heard Ravage scream out in pain before the comm. links were cut. He ignored protocol and raced out towards the battlefield to get to them. But it was too late. His mini-cons were dead, Laserbeak only being spared because he wasn’t assigned to this mission. And the Autobots there celebrated their deaths. They had taken out the minions of Soundwave, they had said. Well, Soundwave didn’t have much to say. He never did. He let his actions do the talking, and he slaughtered all the Autobots in the vicinity. He ignored their screams of pain and pleas for mercy. They didn’t deserve any of that.

The Decepticons had only arrived moments after the carnage, stunned to see the damage the quiet and reserved spymaster had caused. Everyone except for Megatron. The Decepticon leader approached his third in command who was on the ground, gently holding Ravage’s corpse in his servos.

“Soundwave-!”

“The Autobots need to burn,” Soundwave used his audio recordings to declare, “The whole system needs to burn. They did this. No more negotiations. No more peace talks. They will not change.”

Megatron placed a clawed servo on his shoulder. “We will conquer Cybertron and kill the Autobots, and bring about a new age.”

Soundwave didn’t say anything regarding his declaration.

“Take time to grieve,” Megatron ordered him, causing Soundwave to snap his helm towards him, “I never liked mini-cons. You know that well about me, but I know how much they meant to you. And they had contributed greatly and fought valiantly. We will give them proper burial rites.”

Soundwave nodded his helm at that, grateful that his master was being considerate and showing mercy.

Soundwave searched for a year for Megatron’s location, slowly giving up hope that he would ever find Megatron at all. The thought of Megatron giving up, and not wanting to be found ached him. It made him angry and desperate. After everything that they had been through, Megatron couldn’t have abandoned the cause like this. Abandoned him like this. Soundwave needed the fight to continue and they needed to be victorious so their efforts wouldn’t be in vain. That was when Soundwave came across something.

It was a ship that crash landed on a moon a while ago. It looked like it was still operational to a degree, and wasn’t claimed by the harsh and cold environment of space. Soundwave landed on the ground and stepped inside the ship to investigate. He walked down the quiet halls, keeping watch for any signs of life. He didn’t want to deploy Laserbeak in an unknown environment just yet.

Soundwave found an open door leading directly to a console and saw that it was operational. Soundwave instantly used his tendrils and attached them to the keyboard, downloading information into his databanks. Soundwave saw that the weapons systems were still maintained and operational and quickly disabled them. Instinct kicked in as Soundwave turned around and smacked the Autobot that was trying to ambush him, sending him flying across the room and slamming into the wall. Another Cybertronian appeared from the shadows and tried to attack, but he wrapped his servo around his neck cables and lifted him high into the air.

“Let go! Let go!” The second Cybertronian screamed at him. Soundwave ignored him as he continued searching through the ships logs. The spacebridge they somehow managed to construct had been used over eleven months ago. Soundwave searched the video feed to see what it was used for, and froze when he saw video of Megatron stepping onto the ship. He never expected his leader’s form to be so different because of Unicron’s influence and control, but the optics. The optics were the same! It was him!

Soundwave quickly pulled up the last set of coordinates used on the spacebridge and opened the portal to that location. Looking closely at the map of the planet, it looked like Megatron was sent to an island. That might make the search easier for him. The spy master slammed the Autobot into the floor of the ship before overheating the energon tanks of the ship through the console. Soundwave bolted through the unstable spacebridge before landing in a grassy field on this new world. He felt the heat of the explosion of the ship on his back, but the spacebridge collapsed in on itself before it could do any real damage to him. Soundwave then took a moment to examine his surroundings, noting how similar it was to the scenery on Earth. He then ignored the sight before widening his search radius for Megatron. He nearly gasped when he finally, finally, managed to pick up Megatron’s signal. He was here! He was here on the island! He was alive!

Soundwave immediately transformed and flew towards Megatron’s location, feeling more excited and elated than ever.

Soundwave felt like he should have said something when Megatron’s obsession with dark energon grew. The way that the substance seemed to have called Megatron to him, and the fact that Megatron carelessly stabbed the shard into his chest with no consideration for the consequences or even his own life. He still made the decision to trust Megatron’s decision and not question his actions, even though he could help but agree with Starscream and some of the other sentiments whispered among the vehicons.

But still, Megatron had changed. Sure, change was bound to happen when engaging in war, but Megatron changed for the worse once dark energon got involved. He was obsessive, more controlling, more violent at times.

But Soundwave decided to trust Megatron. He decided to trust his judgment as he had always done, because Soundwave believe that he wouldn’t abandon them or turn his back on them.

Soundwave flew over a set of large walls when he saw Megatron’s signal getting closer. He was about to land and greet him directly, but stopped when he realized that there was another signal that was next to him. Soundwave landed a safe distance away and hid within the trees to get a closer look without being seen. He peered through the gaps, and saw Megatron standing there, looking so different, looking annoyed, but alive. After a year, Soundwave had finally found him. Soundwave grew tempted to approach once more but froze when he saw…

Optimus.

Optimus Prime was there. He had approached Megatron and the two were talking. They weren’t being hostile with one another. They were on speaking term. What? What was this?! Why was Optimus alive and in his previous form?! Why was Megatron getting along with him?! Soundwave heard loud footsteps and gawked behind his mask, at the sight of some organic titan that was big. Taller than all three of them, and it had no lips, revealing its teeth. Soundwave looked at his surroundings further and saw humans on the ground, staring up at all three of them, but they weren’t bothered by the sight. They weren’t afraid of Megatron. One of them was even throwing insults Megatron’s way which Optimus scolded them for.

Megatron was alive…working with Optimus…working with humans….working with…whatever that massive thing was! Megatron had let them, left him! He had abandoned the Decepticon cause for Optimus and lowly humans! He couldn’t believe it! Megatron had betrayed them! Megatron-!

Laserbeak tried to calm Soundwave down and reason with him, but the spymaster could only see red as he lunged forward.

Sasha was bored today. She shouldn’t have been. Hanji declared that they were all going try some new battle plans when going up against Marley. It’s why they were all equipped in their 3D gear and why Eren was in his titan form. Still, Megatron was kind of throwing a fit about it as they were discussing battle plans.

The teen yawned, resting her chin on her hands, waiting for something to happen, when she picked up on something. It happened so quickly that she couldn’t properly register it, but it was like a predator, waiting in the shadows to strike unsuspecting prey. It was filled with rage and murderous intent, and it was heading for Megatron.

“DUCK!” Sasha screamed, causing everyone to be on high alert, but a purple object rammed directly into Megatron’s gut sending him flying across the field. Megatron rolled across the dirt as the purple object flew up into the air and transformed into another titan. It landed on the ground with grace, and everyone took notice of its strange features. It was skinny and nimble, coated completely in purple, but the titan had no face. Its face was just a black mirror.

Eren looked over at Optimus to see shock in the Prime’s optics. Eren then snapped his head forward to see of Megatron was alright, but he looked just as shaken as Optimus at the sight of this new titan. Megatron’s mouth moved and uttered a single name.

“Soundwave.”

Soundwave bolted towards Megatron, forcing the ex-con to flip backwards and dodge a strike clearly meant for Megatron’s head. The strike hit the ground instead, and the Survey Corps was stunned to see the new titan create a crater. Soundwave rushed him, forcing Megatron to take out his shield and block a flurry of attacks, each one meant to be more lethal than the last, causing more damage to his own shield. Everyone was stunned to see Megatron struggling and getting overwhelmed, but he didn’t go on the offensive at all.

“Damn it! Attack!” Hanji ordered as they flew towards the fight.

“Are you serious-!”

“Just do it!” Hanji screamed at Connie.

Levi followed close behind, prompting the rest of the Scouts to follow.

“Wait, wait! Soundwave might still have Laserbeak!” Optimus snapped out of his shock and called for them.

“Who?!” Jean snapped his head back towards the Prime. Mikasa snapped her head to Soundwave, and the spy master took notice of them closing in. Soundwave drop kicked Megatron to create room for himself and extended his arms outward. Everyone was shocked to see his chest move and drop off of his body. His chest then transformed into that of a strange bird who flew directly towards them. With its sharp wings, it managed to cut the cords of both Connie and Armin’s 3D gear, causing them to drop to the ground. It then flew back around and started firing red bullets at the Scouts, forcing them to scatter. Jean gasped in horror when Floch was hit by one of those bullets, causing his body to be incinerated in one shot.

“Fall back! Fall back!” Hanji ordered as they all scrambled to get away and make some room for themselves.

"Eren, stay back! Do not engage!" Optimus ordered as he activated his battle mask and charged at the faceless titan who went back to attacking Megatron. The titan shifter was still baffled at the sight of Megatron refusing to attack Soundwave, ordering him to stand down and talk this out. Eren turned to his friends in his titan form, and saw they were preoccupied with the strange bird that detached itself from Soundwave's chest. They kept on dodging the flying creature in a panic, not really sure how to approach this thing or even respond.

He didn't know what was going on. He was so confused and afraid. Why did Megatron seem afraid of him? Eren examined Soundwave's movements. He was fast and agile, dodging attacks from Optimus like it was nothing while striking Megatron with all that he had. And despite that small, nimble, frame, he was actually causing some push back against the massive titan.

Eren gasped when Soundwave managed to grab Optimus' arm and throw him over his shoulder towards Megatron. The two crashed into each other before slamming into multiple trees. Eren had no choice. He knows listening to Optimus' advice was probably the best way to go, but he had to engage. They were in danger. Eren charged at threw a punch at Soundwave's back, but gasped when Soundwave dodged the attack without even looking behind him.

Eren looked at the faceless titan, and despite everything. Despite the size advantage, despite the fact that Soundwave had no face, the titan looked furious. He saw his own reflection mirrored on the screen, but he could've sworn he saw eyes glaring at him. And he could feel the murderous intent radiating off of this thing!

Soundwave raised his slender arm and slammed it down on the back of Eren's neck. Eren felt his senses shut down and he almost passed out from the hit. It actually broke his connection to his titan body for a brief moment. Eren slammed face first into the ground and groaned, feeling his human body reconnecting with his titan body. Eren gasped when he noticed out of the corner of his eye Soundwave reaching for the nape of his neck once again. Eren quickly rolled out of the way as Soundwave's fist hit the ground hard.

“We need to tag team and coordinate a single shot!” Hanji ordered.

“How?!” Jean demanded, “Oh fuck!” The bird had its own set of long tendrils that grabbed Jean midflight and tossed him into a building. He crashed through the window and hit the floor hard.

“Mikasa, with me!” Levi ordered the other Ackerman, “Hanji!”

“Hey pretty bird!” Hanji called out to the purple bird, waving around frantically and drawing as much attention to themselves as possible, “Look at me! Come and get me!”

Laserbeak’s attention was now on Hanji as he tried to chase them down. He then noticed Sasha grabbing a thunderspear and firing it at him, but he quickly flew upward, dodging the attack and letting the explosion go off. However, Laserbeak felt two hooks latch onto him and looked up to see Levi and Mikasa flying down towards him with two thunderspears. Laserbeak couldn’t help but notice the blue in their eyes mirroring that of energon before the thunderspears were wedged into his wings. They flew past him, and pulled the pins off the spears, causing them to go off. Laserbeak screeched in pain while Mikasa got caught up in the explosion.

“Mikasa!” Levi saw Mikasa hit the ground hard, dislocating her shoulder and arm in the process. Levi flew over to her, ignoring Laserbeak spiraling out of control and crashing into the ground.

Eren scrambled to stand upright and charged again, but yelled when a long, glowing, snake-like appendage emerged from the side of Soundwave’s body and wrapped around his arm!

"What the hell?!" Eren screamed in the nape, but Soundwave seized Eren's moment of weakness and used his appendage to crush and rip off Eren's lower arm.

Eren forced himself to regenerate quickly, thankful for the recent injection of the energon serum, but Soundwave was unrelenting. Another appendage emerged from the other side of his body before jamming into his ribcage. Eren screamed when Soundwave started electrocuting him from the inside out. Eren couldn't retain his proper bodily functions as Soundwave pulled out the appendage in his side. The titan shifter noticed small tendrils at the end buzzing with electricity at the tips. Eren tried to smack him in the head, but the faceless titan ducked before digging his hand into the open wound in Eren's ribcage. Eren was stunned to find his wound didn't even regenerate, but ignored it as he tried to kick Soundwave away. However, Soundwave's appendage quickly wrapped around his leg and began crushing it.

Eren screamed out in pain as he felt the crushed leg get torn off. Eren then felt something heavy get ripped out of his chest, and he was horrified to see that it was the beating heart of his titan form.

Soundwave didn't crush it though. He merely tossed it aside before wrapping both appendages around Eren's waist. Eren yelled in fear as Soundwave swung him around with his whole body before throwing him across the grass. Eren's body skidded to a stopped, destroying the foliage and whatever else was underneath him. Eren tried to regenerate, but...he couldn't. Why couldn't he regenerate? What was he even hit with?

Eren's gaze forced himself to see Soundwave approaching him. He didn't understand. Who was this...this thing? Soundwave's appendage reached for his neck and wrapped around it, ready to crush it, and him, but Megatron quickly rushed Soundwave and slammed him in the face with his shield. Eren was shocked at the sight of the screen shattering on impact as the appendage let him go.

Soundwave rolled across the ground rather violently as pieces of his mask scattered across the grass. Eren tried to force himself onto his arms, but his body felt so weak. He could only adjust his head to see Soundwave scrambling to get up. Those long fingers of his right hand were pressed upwards against his broken mask, trying so desperately to hold it in place and keep it intact. But broken glass still fell to the ground, and Eren managed to catch a lone red optic staring in horror at Megatron. It looked so betrayed at Megatron's single act, but why?

"Soundwave! I am ordering you to stand down!" Megatron commanded.

"Traitor!" Eren couldn't tell if that was Soundwave's voice. It sounded like someone else was speaking, but even then, the voice that came out was broken and distorted.

"The war is over and we lost!" Megatron yelled, "There is no need for this senseless fighting! Now stay down!"

"No."

Eren managed to blink at that. That sounded real. That sounded like a monster. It sounded like the voice of a monster that would hide in the closest or under the bed. It was the stuff of nightmares. The lone red eye that stared in horror now burned with rage towards Megatron. Megatron seemed to think Soundwave was something that came from nightmares too, since he looked horrified at the sight of Soundwave speaking.

"Megatron: No longer my master."

Before Eren could think, Optimus had shielded his body as Soundwave used his appendage to fire red bullets at everyone in sight. In all the chaos and confusion, Eren saw Soundwave grabbing the bird that was on his chest before transforming and flying off to who knows where.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Hanji screamed at Megatron as they landed on the ground, "Go after him!"

The Commander ended up pausing when they noticed just how horrified both Optimus and Megatron looked at the figure that was flying off. They had managed to catch Megatron's lips moving, mumbling something about 'breaking a vow'. What the hell did he even mean by that? Hanji nearly scowled at Megatron’s catatonic state before turning to Sasha. “Go get Jean!”

“Got it!” Sasha flew up towards the window that Jean had crashed through and pulled him out before flying over to them and setting him down on his back.

Optimus quickly cut Eren out of his titan body and laid him down on the ground. “Are you okay?”

“God, I feel sick,” Eren groaned in pain.

“Eren!” Armin ran over to his friend to see if he was alright. Connie could only limp over, feeling that he had a bruise on his leg.

“Optimus…who was that?” Sasha asked, still shaken by the experience as Levi helped Mikasa over to everyone else.

Optimus deactivated his mask as he stood up. “Soundwave: Megatron’s third-in-command during the war, and his minicon companion: Laserbeak.”

“The what?” Hanji demanded.

“That was one of your soldiers?!” Levi shouted at Megatron, but stopped his shouting when he noticed how shaken he still looked.

“Soundwave is a very skilled, very powerful combatant,” Optimus continued explaining, “He was once a gladiator like Megatron, and a fiercely loyal ally. He was Megatron’s eyes and ears during the war, listening for Autobot intelligence and for Decepticon traitors.”

"…He was the only one I trusted as Leader of the Decepticons," Megatron finally spoke up, "We fought together in the Pits of Kaon. He was the only one who had ever come close to besting me in combat. He took a vow of silence long before I met him, and had not spoken a word during the war.”

Megatron turned his attention to the humans on the ground. “He just broke his vow today."

The Survey Corps couldn’t help but be shaken at Megatron’s declaration. They turned his attention to Optimus, who’s expression looked just as grim as his former enemy.

"...oh fuck," Levi swore.

Soundwave didn’t know how long he was flying, but he ended up landed in the desert out of exhaustion. He still held Laserbeak close to his chassis and was mortified at the damage those humans managed to do. They had damaged his wings, and the poor mini-con was croaking in pain!

Soundwave’s feelings of mortification quickly turned into rage when he saw more pieces of his mask falling and hitting Laserbeak. Megatron. Megatron! Megatron you liar! You traitor! All those years spent on his war! All of those eons promising change! Going against the council! Going against Optimus! Everything! He just abandoned it all! All the loss! His mini-cons! Dreadwing! Anyone that was still loyal to him! He just casted them all aside! He abandoned them for weak organics and a Prime!

Soundwave let out a scream of rage and fury, causing the birds in the area to fly away in a panic. No more. No more waiting in the shadows! No more serving under anyone else! If Soundwave was going to enact the change that he desired, he would do it with his own two servos!

(A few notes:

-The Chaos Timeline does take place a year before the Azumabito Clan show up. -Yes, this is more Soundwave centric and the AOT cast don't show up until the end, but I gotta build background and character motivation since we don't have much on Soundwave in the actual show. -Speaking of, I had to dip within the aligned continuity in order to build a story for Soundwave. His motivation, his loyalty, his mini-cons, why he went batshit on Megatron. -Yes, I brought in the other mini-cons and yes I decided to have them killed. We never see them in the TFP show so I assumed they died in the war. -Soundwave really just came in, rocked everyone's shit and left.)

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rscroogedraws · 8 months ago

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Another commission for Rhazberriquartz of Megatron rescuing his interlinked human partner Rosie from Galvatron.

Rhazberri provided this particular scene from her in-progress fanfic and it's included below (Megatron's POV). For more context about Rhazberri's Transformers AU as well as Rosie, she's Rhazberriquartz on almost all social media platforms.

Snippet from Rhazberriquartz' fanfic:

When Galvatron was down, calipers and joints buckling under the distress and failure of his own body I carefully scooped up Rosie. She was bleeding and bruised, but still fearless. As she settled we looked over the poorly designed copy of myself and for once - I waited to make a move.

He represented everything I was and am. And I was ready to destroy him. As I felt my conjunx settle something in my spark flickered. A righteous rage I had never felt before. It was running deep in my circuits and it took me far too long to realize the rage I felt wasn't mine. It was hers.

"As if you have the courage to order him to end my life Rosie... you're too nice for that." Galvatron spoke as if he was praying to be correct in his assumption.

Rosie shifted and stood up, I felt her anger boil and flood my systems as she motioned her right arm. I smirked and followed suit aiming for his spark. I was more than happy to end his life. To kill the old version of myself I saw within him. To use this victory as a representation of the changes I was making.

But I felt her weight shift as she jumped to my fusion canon. I looked at her quizzically as I felt a moment of eerie calm.

"I'm kind not nice." Then in a motion I barely registered she pulled the trigger herself setting off my canon and obliterating the false mech before us. She fell back into my servos breathing heavily. I looked to the corpse and took two more shots. One at his head and the other at the decpticon logo on his shoulder.

"You know I could have..." I started.

"I know, but I promised we'd do this together - and I meant that." She smiled at me as she held her side, "Let Jazz get me to the hospital. I'll met you back home."

#transformers #transformers au #transformers fanverse #transformers megatron #megatron #transformers fanart #commission art #art commission #commissions open #colored pencils #traditional fanart

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strangeduckpaper · 2 years ago

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TF136: Combiners Pt. 2

Artificial Combiners: Following the loss of the Enigma, an arms race began to create artificial Combiners to supplement Devastator and Computron. The Decepticons held the upper-hand in this matter, with Shockwave’s reverse engineered Combination Core forming the nucleus of Project Black Mamba. But the Autobots would launch their own projects, including systems based off of Devisiun biology & MTO’s made for the purpose. But their true watershed would come with data stolen by a turncoat named Ambulon.

Bruticus (Inactive): The first (successful) result of Black Mamba, Bruticus was comprised of a unit of consummate soldiers, hoping the resulting Combiner would turn out to be the perfect soldier. What they got instead was a lumbering hulk of a ‘Con with more guns than his severely handicapped intelligence could count, little more than a weapon to be aimed. Nevertheless, Bruticus quickly became a threat to rival even Devastator, and the capture and/or elimination of his component ‘cons soon become top priority. A lucky break would result in the capture of Hardtop and the subsequent neutralization of Bruticus as a threat, but there are murmurs of enlisting Hardtop’s Spark brother Swindle as a replacement...

Members: Onslaught, Vortex, Blast Off, Brawl, Hardtop-Swindle

Abominus: Following the success of Bruticus, Shockwave’s attention would turn to the Terrorcons, several beastformers who had joined the Decepticon cause. Just as vicious as Bruticus, but just as unintelligent, Abominus would face off against Computron several times, with the Combiner eventually meeting its end with the death of several of its components.

Members: Hun-Gurr, Rippersnapper, Sinnertwin, Blot, Cutthroat.

Predaking: The combination of two of Shockwave’s experiments, with the component “Predacons” also being the result of reformatting beastformers with Predacon CNA. Though his components would be perfectly competent and loyal warriors, Predaking would prove too “individualistic”, a hunter who would disregard orders in favour of pursuing his own agenda.

Members: Razorclaw, Divebomb, Rampage, Headstrong, Tantrum

Monstructor (Deactivated): An ancient, deactivated Combiner dating back to the Age of Primes, Monstructor would only see one battle during the Great War, a corpse reanimated by the earliest experiments with Dark Energon and promptly embarking on a mindless rampage that required both Autobots and Decepticons to bring it down. The corpse would be captured by the Autobots, and used to further Nexus’ experiments.

Sixturbo (Deactivated): Originally the subject of the Autobots’ Devisiun Combiner project, Sixturbo would achieve a rare unity that would unfortunately result in their defection to the Autobots and shuttering of the Devisiun projects. Unfortunately for them, there defection would not spare them from death in battle.

Menasor: Victorion’s creation came as a severe blow to Decepticon morale, their superiority in the field of Combiners shattered once and for all. In order to counteract this, Shockwave turned to the Stunticons, Velocitronian road bandits with mild delusions of grandeur. These delusions would carry over to the resulting gestalt, a boastful warrior who, while nonetheless formidable, didn’t provide the counterbalance the Decepticons sorely needed.

Members: Motormaster(Torso), Deadend (LArm), Wildrider (LLeg), Drag Strip (RArm), Slashmark (RLeg)-Offroad, Heatseeker, Wildbreak, Breakneck, Breakdown (Formerly)

Megaempress: Still hoping for a counterpart to Victorion, Shockwave would turn to Galvatronia, a decorated and brutal ex-gladiator, alongside her all-femme “Elite Guard”. The resulting Combiner kept her components’ prowress, charisma, and sinister nature, more like an extension of Galvatronia than a true fusion

Members: Galvatronia, Trickdiamond, Flowspade, Lunaclub, Moonheart- Skyjack, Riotgear, Treadshock, Cyberwarp

Liokaiser: Commissioned behind Megatron’s back by Deathsaurus, Liokaiser was comprised of the warlord’s finest non-Predacon warriors. Although somewhat scatterbrained, Liokaiser would serve his leader with distinction until the death of his component Leozack would render him inert. The addition of Leozack’s spark-sister Lyzack would see the Combiner returned to the field.

Members: Leozack (KIA), Drillhorn, Guyhawk, Hellbat, Jallguar, Killbison, Lyzack.

Autobot Combiners

Defensor: Seeking to balance the scales of the war, “Project Nexus” the Autobots’ answer to Black Mamba, would look to Groove, an auxiliary member of Computron, using him and the reverse engineered corpses of Abominus and Monstructor as the basis for a new Combiner. The resulting gestalt would be comprised of Groove’s new unit, a search and rescue outfit known as the Protectobots. Though their individual units were either less than willing or less then capable in combat, Defensor themselves has proven an incredible defender and stalwart champion of the Autobot cause.

Members: Hot Spot(Torso), Rook, Blades, Streetwise, First Aid, Groove- Medix.

Superion: The second successful Autobot Combiner, helped along by Ambulon’s defection and reverse engineering Monstructor’s corpse. Her components are an oddly fractious bunch for a successful Combiner, carrying both Neutral and Decepticon sympathies, but the gestalt herself is a dedicated and even somewhat cocky warrior, if socially aloof.

Members: Silverbolt, Slingshot, Air Raid, Fireflight, Skydive-Alpha Bravo, Airazor.

Divisiun Combiners: Most of the Autobots’ early successes with Combiners came through exploiting Devisiuns’ natural combination abilities. But in a surprising turn of events, these Devisiun Combiners proved less powerful than their Cybertronian counterparts, unable to equal Bruticus or Predaking, but they found their place nonetheless.

Subjects: Sixtrain (Deactivated, KIA), Sixliner, Sixbuilder, Sixwing (Deactivated), Sixturbo (Defected, KIA)

Landcross: The ultimate culmination of the “Six-Series” Landcross is capable of standing toe-to-toe with their Decepticon counterparts, even with their startling penchant for aggression.

Members: Wing, Waver, Dash, Tacker, Mach, Tackle

Computron V2: Following the recovery of the Enigma of Combination, Computron would find a new lease on life, with several of their former auxiliary bots forming the new gestalt.

Membership: Scattershot, Strafe, Javelin, Flareup, Backstreet, Drillbuster.

#Transformers #Transformers AU #Combiners #TF136 #Bruticus #Abominus #Predaking #Monstructor #Menasor #Megatronia #Galvantronus #Liokaiser #Defensor #Superion #Landcross #Computron

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cadet-songbird · 4 months ago

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WOOO ANOTHER TAG GAME (fixed because I didn't read the instructions)

I'll put character descriptions below.

Glit

"Kind but stubborn, he is the best surgeon the Decepticons have. Unusually for his allegiance, he's compassionate enough to treat any wounded robot he comes across, regardless of their faction. It is said that when he appears on a battlefield, neither side will win, because no warriors will die. Needless to say, this has created friction with Megatron, who once ordered Glit's forelegs cut off to punish him for treating a wounded Autobot commander. The protests of his fellow Decepticons succeeded in changing their leader's mind." Source

Kix

"As a trained clone trooper medic, Kix believed that when it came to the health of his comrades, he outranked them. Instead of worrying about his enemies, Kix cared more about the welfare and livelihood of his fellow troopers, armed with medpacs and pain stims to help out in any way he could. He held a high sense of honor to his fallen brothers, as shown by him getting angered by and attacking a group of banshees which were feeding off of troopers' corpses." Source

Esther

"a studious girl who follows the rules and tries everything to finally get off the ship, she works super hard to get into the medical school on land" source

This is a newer book so there's not much on her. Here's my own little thing: She's clever but can be super nieve. Paired with her natural stubbornness, that's a recipe for disaster. She's insanely loyal to her family and her life's devotion: medic school. So when she uncovers some nasty secrets, she deals with a lot of internal conflict. She's kind and assumes the best of everyone yet she can hold her own in a fight.

Dena

She can come off as gruff and somewhat mean, but she's got a motherly side to her. She's on the more adventurous/rebellious side, and isn't afraid to voice her opinion even if it's not nice. She encourages the girls to keep their head up, and she boldy faces anything that challenges her.

Not me having some kinda type... Who shall I tag? I think I wanna tagggggg... @mybugsmybugsmybugs @mexicangela @lunar-years @biscuitboxpink but no pressure!! I just thought it would be fun!

#tag games #im lonely so no tags for the people #Yes it's early in the morning #I'm tired and it shows

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talesfromlissom · 2 years ago

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Fandom: Transformers [ Prime ]

Rating: R

Characters: Optimus Prime, Autobot team

TW: Major Character death, mentons of torture, gore, etc.

Summary: Optimus doesn’t find a will. He can’t find the time to write you an obituary either. But…while rummaging through your habsuite, he finds something else.

Rules

Ask Box (Requests are open!)

Optimus buried you next to cliffjumper that night.

They had received the distress beacon 4 days after you were captured.

Arcee thought it was a trap.

Bumble bee was one of the first to suggest going, second to Ratchet.

They found your mangled corpse instead. Held up by two coils, were your arms should’ve been. Both of your legs missing, one optic lens cracked. The other missing entirely. They saw crusted energon leaking from your mouth.

Optimus remembers time freezing. Hearing Megatron gloating behind him.

Then seeing Megatron littered in his own energon, a hand twisted in a way Optimus knew hurt. Optics wide. Not terrified. Intrigued.

He remembers looking down at his energon stain hands, telling Ratchet that none of it was his when he entered the base. Hearing Miko’s sobbing behind him as he exited the area.

It was too much. Processor swimming. Consumed by you. He knows you died painfully. Knows you died hoping someone would come.

And in the end, no one did. And you died knowing that. Megatron most likely laughed at you too. He’s had limbs torn off before. Even the most hardened mercs cry out in agony when the act is committed.

He finds himself in your habsuite his processor going silent after burying you . He stands in the doorway of the room. Staring down at the berth and desk now collecting dust. Nobody has bothered to move your stuff. It’s almost as if you’ve just left for a few moments. To gather energon, go on a scouting missing. A drive. The possibilities are endless at first glance. But Optimus knows the truth.

He drags himself over to the desk. He should probably leave. Go and do the paperwork he’s supposed to. Distract himself, like he always does. Keeps himself so occupied that his processor doesn’t have time to…process.

There’s one datapad that catches his eye. It on, and he’s certain it isn’t a normal datapad. The corners are white.

He picks it up, optics widening.

It’s a videopad. An image of you is plastered on the screen, smiling. Seeming to being rubbing the back of your neck as you idly look off to the floor.

How he wishes to hear you again. Hear you vent softly next to him, or laugh at one of Ratchet’s sarcastic remarks.

He knows he should leave. But he clicks the play button anyways.

“Uh…hey.” Your voice starts, a small fit of static behind your voice. “This is uh…awkward. Speaking my will.”

You pause, narrowing your gaze at the camera.

“Y’know what, no no. Hang on-“ your hand grabs the video pad and the video stops.

Optimus clicks the next one.

“Hi! It’s me again!” You exclaim, a soft smile on your face. “This isn’t a will. More like a…last message I suppose? In case something happened? I saw Perceptor doing it, figured I should too.”

You grin.

“I mean, I would hope that I don’t…” you trail off, fiddling with your thumbs and biting your lower lip. “Die. Anyways, this first message is too Perceptor-“

You begin to express graditute. Thanking Perceptor for putting up with you, your stubbornness. Shenanigans. Your poorly timed pranks.

The video ends, and Optimus clicks another. Sitting on the floor next to the desk.

The this video is taken a few months after the previous. Your frame is slightly different. Bigger more blockier.

“Uh…hi. Me again” You chuckle. “I’m gonna dedicate this next one to Ironhide-“

And off you go again. Thanking Ironhide for being a great mentor, for teaching you to shoot.

And for every video, there’s a message. For everyone you’ve known.

There’s one for Blurr. Repeating one of the mech’s jokes.

For First Aid. Apologizing for breaking some equipment and promising to buy him energon gummies to make up for it.

A bot he doesn’t recognize the name of, one that you speak fondly of though. Another promise. This one to arm wrestle and purposefully lose. So she’d look good infront of the femme she liked.

There’s even a message for Megatron; laced in anger and malice. You talk about almost becoming a Decepticon, even going as far as calling Megatron a crankshaft. Stubborn until the end.

Optimus’ finger hovers over the play button, seeing the last message there. The message was recorded almost 2 weeks before you got captured.

1 week after you two officially got together.

The video starts with static.

“Wow, haven’t done this in a while.” You laugh. “Uh…I hope whoever’s watching this doesn’t try to defile my grave or anything but…I’m with Optimus now.”

A pause.

“There’s a lot about him thst I could talk about. It’d probably take me…an hour to describe everything—“

You pause, hearing chatter down the hall. You wait until it dissipate. And then sigh.

“Frag it.”

And off you go. Your words to describe him are laced with lavender and worship. Words spewing from your mouth like a dying man. Not once do you mention his body. His title. You describe him like he’s a god at an altar. A being of eternal light that walks among mortals. An Angel. He stares in disbelief when you finish with saying; “and his waist is so snatched.”

He has no idea what that means.

“Primus, I love him. I don’t think I’ve loved anybody this much.” You smile bashfully. “I’m so lucky. So damn lucky that a guy like him likes a guy like me.”

Shouting is heard down the hallway, and you seem to panic. Part of the door opens and Optimus sees a portion of his leg step into the room.

Optimus is alone in the habsuite again. Staring at the blank wall before him. The videopad dies in his shaking hands.

But your energy lingers in the room. And Optimus crumbles.

He feels the coolant sliding down his face before his systems even tell him he’s crying.

#transformers x reader #optimus x reader #transformers prime #transformers #tfp #reader insert #x reader #//my writing

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thanksjro · 4 years ago

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More Than Meets the Eye #30 - The Cybertronian Judicial System is a Friggin’ Joke

Have I mentioned that I’m not a huge fan of court case stories? I think they’re pretty boring, on average, so the last couple of issues have been slightly dragging for me.

Anyway, back to Megatron’s trial.   Our issue opens up with a full back shot of Ultra Magnus.

Artists take note, he really is built like a capital T.

As Magnus reads out Megatron’s statement retracting his “guilty” plea, we get some decent points as to why. See, telling a guy that you’ll stab him in the brain, so his trial can be over as quickly as possible, maybe isn’t such a hot idea. Megatron wasn’t a huge fan of that, or of how those memories they would’ve yanked outta him would have been used to fuel the Autobot propaganda machine. Why, you may ask?

Well, I don’t know if you knew this or not, but Megatron… doesn’t particularly care for the Autobots, nor the rhetoric they uphold.

I know, I was surprised too!

There’s also the fact that Optimus Prime is the judge on this whole thing. You know. Optimus Prime. Off and on leader of the Autobots, whenever it suits him. The guy who fucked off into space for a year after the war. The guy who threw a hissy fit when someone pointed out that he was compromised the last time they did something like this with Megatron. This guy:

Yeah, there might be a slight conflict of interests here. Remind me again why this had to be a military trial?

Anyway, enough of that, it’s time for a fight scene.

A swarm of Decepticons storm the arena, going after Megatron so they can help him escape. Magnus, though acting as Megatron’s defense, cannot abide by this disorder in the court.

Wild to think there’s a tiny little Pringles man with anxiety in there, isn’t it?

Optimus joins the fray, because there really are, just, so many guys to deal with here. A dude goes to collect Megatron, stating that they brought teleport packs for this little shindig. Megatron isn’t super jazzed about that though, not bothering to grab on before the dude gets shot to death. There’s a brief recess, I guess so the janitorial staff can deal with the mess of corpses littering the courtroom.

Meanwhile, in the present day, Rung’s building a model spaceship in Swerve’s, which is a very brave thing to be doing, seeing how sticky and gross bars can be. Brainstorm’s brought a flask to the bar, and proceeds to pour the contents into a funnel sticking out of his arm.

Our bartender for the evening- I’m assuming it’s evening, but I doubt the concept of time has any real weight in space- is Bluestreak. Bluestreak was stationed on Earth for a while, which is some Phase One stuff, and took a liking to human media while he was there. He’s the guy who handles movie night these days, seeing as Rewind’s too busy being dead to do it, and I doubt Chromedome has the emotional bandwidth to take over for his late spouse.

Bluestreak’s favorite movie is Zulu, a film glorifying the colonialism of the English over the native populace of an African kingdom. Make of that what you will.

Whirl wants to watch À Bout de Soufflé, or Breathless, as it was translated for the English-speaking world, which is a French New Wave film about a criminal who shoots a cop, hides from the police in a journalist’s home, who he seduces and likely impregnates. She eventually finds out what he did, reports him to the police, but then has a change of heart and lets him know what she’s done. He runs, but is shot, and dies in the street. The film is notable for its final scene, in which the following dialogue happens, between the dying criminal Michael, his lover Patricia, and an officer.

Of course, any poignancy would almost certainly be lost on the average comic book reader, and is also somewhat nullified by Whirl praising the film with internet lingo.

Then again, I suppose Whirl would be the type to dismantle any deeper reading of his interest in such a film, lest he be subjected to the horrifying ordeal of being known.

Over with Skids and Riptide, it’s revealed that Megatron’s been teaching classes on the Lost Light, specifically on the Knights of Cybertron. Riptide’s getting an education, because he’s been feeling pretty lost since the war ended- we’ll get to the potential whys of that later on. Swerve isn’t a fan of this community college thing that’s going on, stating that Megatron’s using it as a distraction, so he can devise plots most foul.

Back in the past, Autobot high command is having a talk about what Megatron’s demanding, and man is it a doozy— turns out, since the trial’s happening on Luna 2, the trial proceedings are subject to the laws of the moon. One of these moon laws is the right to request being judged by the Knights of Cybertron. Now, this is a problem, seeing as the Knights of Cybertron have been AWOL for the last several million years, but the law is the law, and you can’t just go ignoring it when someone’s pointed it out.

Bro, your SIC just suggested y’all pull the trial so you could slap it on Cybertron, thus negating any need to pay attention to the Knight law. That’s such a gross miscarrying of justice, it’s genuinely baffling. You’ve got bigger issues going on than flouting. My god, Optimus, you were a cop—

Oh wait, that’s right. Carry on, then.

Back on the Lost Light, First Aid’s checking to make sure that the coffin Rodimus they revealed last issue is true and proper dead. Now, this may seem like a given, but you’ve got to remember that Brainstorm was mostly dead for over a year and a half, and nobody fucking noticed, so it’s probably for the best that they’re checking.

First Aid’s been pretty withdrawn since Ambulon died, so this autopsy is really good for him, since it got him out of his room. Pretty fucked up that it would take a dead body to get him out and about. Has Rung checked in on his poor son of a gun, or has he been spending the last six months getting his professional rocks off psychoanalyzing a genocidal warlord?

Our coffin Rodimus died from having parts of his brain removed, and potentially died screaming.

Yes, that is a Furmanism, thank you peanut gallery, moving on—

Ratchet hands the phone over to Ultra Magnus, saying that a call has to be made, and it can’t be by him, because the callee is mighty upset with Ratchet at the moment.

Oh, I guess he’s fine after all. This must be where the sci-fi bullshit really starts kicking in for the series.

Because seeing your own dead body is likely very traumatic and awful, Rodimus is taking a while to string together his thoughts on the matter. Megatron doesn’t particularly care, because he’s not terribly sympathetic to this sort of thing, and the two get into a spat, where it’s revealed that they’re co-captaining the Lost Light.

Because things weren’t chaotic enough on this fucking ship. Need to mix in some peacocking between the McDonalds twunk and the man who killed half of Beijing.

Back in the past, Optimus Prime visited Megatron in prison to have a little chat. It’s not about that little rescue attempt, though the fact that those Decepticons may have been released from the Lost Light’s brig is certainly interesting. No, Optimus is here to sit way too close to his mortal nemesis on the floor of his room and talk about how Megatron is a sneaky bastard.

You remember the Hellraiser puzzle box from a couple issues back? Yeah, that was a communicube, one that was passed to Optimus to suggest that the trial be held on the moon, so the arena there would be able to hold all the people wronged by Megatron. This seems pretty damn convenient in hindsight, but Megatron swears that the legal loophole wasn’t his only intent when he sent the cube.

Because it’s all about you, isn’t it, Megatron? It’s all about how you’re perceived by future generations. Fuck the guys who had to actually deal with what your personal choices caused to happen.

Megatron wants to make amends with all those who were wronged by him. This doesn’t include being acquitted of his crimes, which, y’know, good- at least he’s being slightly realistic about how this is going to turn out for him.

What he wants to do is find Cyberutopia, so the Cybertronians have a replacement planet, since Cybertron kind of sucks now.

Oh, sorry, did I say realistic? I take it back.

In the present, Rodimus is still bummed out about being dead. Still, the day doesn’t stop just because it’s a bad one, and he calls in the experts.

CHROMEDOME YOU PROMISED TO STOP THIS SHIT

Yeah, no, Chromedome’s fallen off the wagon again, and does his thing on the coffin Rodimus. As he does, Megatron suddenly gets squeamish, Brainstorm pulls out his early early-warning device to lean on the fourth wall, and it’s revealed that the coffin that coffin Rodimus was in was built in the fashion of the Spectralist faith.

All Chromedome can suss out of coffin Rodimus’ memories is the really big important stuff, which includes the speech at Rivet’s Field inviting folks to come join the Knight Quest. Aww, that’s sweet.

With the analysis of the innermost energon complete, the results are in— the coffin Rodimus is a Rodimus. A real one, from the near future. Bummer.

I suppose denial is one of the seven stages of grief, isn’t it?

As everyone argues over whether or not Rodimus is going to die, Nightbeat brings up a good point— there aren’t any numbers carved into the coffin Rodimus’ hand. Rodimus is about to reveal some Ratchet-original wisdom, when things start getting really weird; whole sections of the Lost Light are disappearing.

Over at Swerve’s, Tailgate is regaling his peers with the story of his derring-do against Chief Justice Tyrest. Everyone is very impressed, and this includes our good buddy Getaway.

Jeez, think you’ve got enough antagonist shadows on this guy? It’s almost as if the art’s trying to tell us something about him.

Getaway lays it on real thick, saying that Tailgate could totally be the next Prime, with how courageous and awesome he is, all while completely ignoring Tailgate’s personal space and having a weirdly tiny hand. This seems to seriously bother Cyclonus, who is watching this shit go down from the doorway. Our purple space jet leaves once the drinks start being poured and conversation starts happening. God knows he hates talking about his insecurities.

Then the Pipes is Friggin’ Dead alarm goes off. But Pipes has been dead for a while now, so that must mean something else awful is happening.

Back during the trial, I guess because Optimus has a soft spot for Megatron, he allows him to join the Lost Light’s Knight Quest… even as he says that he could keep the guy locked up until Rodimus and pals find the Knights. However, there are rules to this, and one of the rules is that Megatron must publicly denounce the Decepticon cause.

It is a slow and painful experience for everyone involved, as he reads the statement he was given. It’s an immediate call to action- or rather, inaction.

Geez, think they could’ve made it any more obvious that this was being ghostwritten? I can’t wait to see how long it takes for “Megatron was blackmailed into saying this by the Autobots” to be a plotpoint.

Outside the prison, Ratchet and Rodimus are taking in the brand new Rod Pod, which is genuinely ridiculous in how large it is. Rodimus admits to having taken Atomizer’s list, though he knows that trying to use it to keep those who voted him off would be a pretty shitty thing to do.

Also, no one’s told him about Megatron coming along on the trip. As captain.

Or you could, I dunno, lock him up from the start. Or, if you want to give him a chance to prove himself, slap him into a bottom-rung role, like bilge cleaner, or sewage mucker, or whatever the equivalent would be on a spaceship full of giant gay robots. We don’t have to give the guy any power to hold him to scrutiny— any minimum wage worker will tell you that scrutiny comes far harsher for those who actually carry out orders than those who give them.

But what do I know? I’ve never fought in a several million year war, and I don’t plan to.

Getting back to the list, it seems as if Ratchet and Rodimus are on the same wavelength, in that both agree it’s only going to cause trouble and hurt feelings to keep the thing around. Rodimus destroys it with his usual flare, only to be blindsided by the fact that it was fake this entire time. How does Ratchet know this?

Because his name wasn’t on it.

...Man, that’s gotta sting. No wonder Rodimus was upset enough to not take his calls.

In the present, everyone’s in a panic, as they all bolt for the shuttle bay and start pouring into shuttles. The Lost Light is disintegrating around them, which is sort of a problem. Despite this nightmare scenario happening, Rodimus and Megatron still find the time to be assholes to each other. That’s dedication right there.

As the two bicker, multiple shuttles zip away from the rapidly disappearing ship, including the Rod Pod.

Man, now it really is the Lost Light.

#transformers #jro #MTMTE #world shut your mouth #issue 30 #Hannzreads #text post #long post #overthinking about robots #incoming analysis #comic script writing

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chronosabyss · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1 of Decadence is live!

Summary: Starscream has instated himself as leader of the Decepticons while the Autobots deal with the aftermath of their attempt to take down Megatron. With the chain of command shaky on both ends, it's up to those remaining to pull their teams together to work past hurt feelings and decide which ideals are still worth pursuing. (Rated T for mild violence.) Story will be updated once a week until completed.

Below is a small part of ch 1. You can read the rest on Archive of Our Own. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28850817

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"Status report?"

"Same old, same old. A full diagnostic of the ship is still in the works, but I have Breakdown running a complete structural survey as we speak. So far there are a couple of holes here and there, but nothing that needs immediate attention."

"And the crew?"

"Although Breakdown is back on his feet, I advised him against any strenuous activity for the next few solar cycles. Soundwave is still absent from the ship, and several troopers found Airachnid immobilized in a back hallway. I had her placed with the others that met a similar fate." Knockout brought up a quick list of numbers on his data-pad. "I've taken a brief stock of the Vehicon soldiers and it seems that while there were 46 injured and 38 frozen, only seven were beyond repair," he announced, eyeing the numbers.

Starscream raised an eyebrow. "That's good?"

"You trust my professional opinion don't you?"

Starscream scoffed. "Apparently it's why I keep you around."

"Then considering the damage we get on a weekly basis from the Autobots on the ground, we're golden."

"Right," Starscream said, unimpressed. "Have you had a chance to examine Optimus Prime's condition in cell block three?"

"With the exception of minor battle damage, he seems relatively healthy. You know, aside from being a living doorstop."

"How’s the crew taking Megatron's sudden absence?"

The medic let out an uncertain tone, glancing sideways for a moment. "Eeh, morale could be better. You've got your typical post battle unease. Word's spread of Megatron's demise, but no one's really sure what happened."

"Good. Let's keep it that way," Starscream finished, starting to turn away.

Knockout sidestepped around to get in front of him. "Starscream-" Seeing the dirty glare his commander shot him, he hastily corrected himself. " Lord Starscream. The whole ship's on edge. Everyone's talking. The more astute bots have even drawn attention to the fact that the Autobots somehow managed to gain access to our ship while it was cloaked, something that I need not remind you should be nigh impossible."

Starscream narrowed his optics almost threateningly. "It was the scout. Most likely he was using a concealed means of communication to contact the Autobots while he was on board. A tragic oversight, I admit, but nothing more. I've been meaning to gather the troops together to address the recent change in command. I’ll make it a point to bring up at the assembly. Is that all?"

Knockout hesitated, wary for once at the possibility of pushing Starscream too far when he was already testy. Eventually his curiosity won out. "There is one other thing I wanted to ask you about. At this point most of the ship has been combed over by the casualty crew to gather the downed soldiers for repairs. While there are a few isolated machine levels and storage corners that still haven't been checked, there has still been no sign of our former Lord Megatron's body."

A brief flash of alarm flitted across Starscream's faceplate which he quickly masked with a more neutral expression. "Do you really think I would have left the corpse out where any common soldier could see?"

"Alright then. Where did you have it moved?"

"Well um," Starscream stalled, a bit taken aback. "That's classified information."

Knockout sighed, shaking his head. "Really Starscream? If you didn't want me privy to such mundane details you shouldn't have made me second in command. How am I to make sure your ship is running ship-shape if I don't even know where our liege's body is stowed? The crew is asking whether or not there is going to be a commemoration in his honor."

"A commemoration?" Starscream choked.

"An observance, a memorial, whatever you want to call it," he gestured casually. "It's been nearly a full cycle and someone had to bring it up."

Starscream turned away, processor churning to come up with a reasonable explanation as he brought up several digits to tap agitatedly at the side of his faceplate. "Tell the crew that his body is too desecrated to be shown. Our liege suffered horrific damage at the hands of the Autobots. He would not have wanted to be seen like that," he finally said, wearing a mixed expression of both sorrow and unease.

"Fine, but that still leaves the matter of its location," Knockout said in a matter of fact. “As the ship’s chief medical officer, I’d like to perform an autopsy.”

"I told you, that's classified." Starscream crossed his arms childishly.

"So what, you're just going to keep Megatron's rusting chassis in your closet?" He held up his servos defensively. "Look, I'm not one to judge, but there are certain health regulations that must be observed when dealing with the disposal and recycling of the deceased."

"A-are you insinuating that I am keeping the whereabouts of our former Lord's body a secret out of some sort of sick fascination?"

"I'm only saying that whatever your reasons are, it would be nice to know a roundabout area so I at least know where I should be avoiding."

Starscream sputtered for a moment in an effort to formulate a retort. Failing to come to any sort of solid reprimand, he reached out and grabbed Knockout roughly by the lower jaw. "Why you-"

The sound of the door opening made both mechs freeze mid struggle. They looked over to see a dark slender figure standing just inside the doorway, observing them quietly.

"S- soundwave!" Starscream released his grip on Knockout's face, leaving the medic to shoot him an ugly glare as he rubbed a servo on the affronted area. "What a… nice surprise," he continued through a forced smile, his optic ridges drawn up in a twinge of anxiety. "Where have you been?"

#Transformers #Transformers Prime #TFP #Starscream #Knockout #Fanfiction #Transformers Fanfiction #It's been a long time coming #I weep with joy

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silkling · 3 years ago

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((Here’s a short Drabble I wrote based off @technovalkyrie’s art of Prowl surviving the war and returning to the Dojo. It’s a simple piece, but I hope y’all like it.)) yes I’m aware I posted this yesterday in the form of a repost but that wasn’t how I intended for it to show up on this site. Forgive the mix-up, I’m rather new to Tumblr and still learning how it all works.

Prowl had been surprised to wake up. He’d come to in what he recognized as a Cybertronian medical bay, thoroughly confused as he stared at the worried faces of his team above him. Upon noticing his awakening, they’d swarmed him. He hadn’t understood a word of the tearful nonsense they’d spoken at him, as they’d all spoken over each other (or rather, Bumblebee had spoken over everyone else and his volume had made it impossible to hear the others). In the end, it had been Jazz who’d shooed the others out, then explain in hushed tones what had happened.

Apparently, after Prowl had given his spark to reform the All Spark, his team had managed to successfully defeat the Decepticons. When Jazz had carried his grayed frame back, Sari had refused to accept it. They’d brought the All Spark to him, and somehow she had managed to manipulate its energy to bring him back. It was all very confusing, but the best anyone could figure was that, since she had been the guardian if the Key, which the All Spark had gifted her in the first place, she had somehow become the guardian of the All Spark itself upon the loss of the Key. It was all apparently still very confusing and there were lots of unknowns about the situation, but it was generally accepted that Sari was somehow connected to the All Spark and able to sync with and use its energy in times of need.

After that had been explained to him, Jazz shared another bombshell. One of Master Yoketron’s cohorts, a mech named Dai Atlas, had seen to the repair of the old Dojo. More than that, in the wreckage, they’d found documentation from Yoketron stating that Prowl was the inheritor, and thus the next Master, of the Dojo, and by extension the next Master of the cyber-ninja corpse. It was...a lot. He’d known that his Master intended for him to become the next Dojo Master, of course. Yoketron himself had told him as much. But he hadn’t ever realized just what becoming the next Dojo Master actually entailed. Still, as overwhelming as it was, he wasn’t opposed. If anything, he was even more honored and humbled by his late mentor’s faith in him.

As soon as he had been released, Prowl had returned to the Dojo. It had indeed been repaired, though it obviously hadn’t been used. So, he had spent several days, with Jazz’s help, cleaning the place up and adding his own personal touch. That included organic plants traded from other plants, of course, because Prowl refused to live in a place with no organic life. After that, he’d taken to the streets, mind turning over the course his life had taken. There would be a celebration that night, to honor the team that had defeated the Decepticons and brought the war to and end. It had included him, and he had gone along with it for the sake of his small make-shift family. But then it was over, and the next day he was back to the streets. Specifically, he found himself wandering the same streets he had used to call home before he’d been caught and delivered to Master Yoketron.

And that was where he met Bluestreak. The little bitlet was barely more than a youngling, and for a second when Prowl laid his eyes on the smaller Praxian he’d had a vivid flashback to when he’d been younger and in the same position. The cyber-ninja had found himself crouched, an energon cube in hand held out the the frightened child. It had taken some coaxing, but then the youngling had snatched the cube, and apparently deciding that Prowl was a “good adult” and darted in the press close. He’d gulped down the energon desperately, introducing himself around a mumbled mouthful, and that was when Prowl made his decision.

He’d offered Bluestreak a chance to become his student at the Dojo. After he’d explained what that meant and all it entailed, the youngling had flung his arms around Prowl and agreed with tearful eagerness. Prowl pretended not to notice the way he was practically shaking with relief. It was on the way back to the Dojo that Prowl had learned Blustreak’s story. He’d been orphaned in an attack on one of the colonies, shortly after Decepticon activity had picked up after Megatron’s revival. He’d snuck on a transport to Cybertron, hoping to find help, but had been turned away at every corner. At the Dojo, Prowl had sent him off to the wash racks to clean, then sat him down to eat dinner with him, before showing him to his berthroom. The youngling had given him one last hug before retiring to recharge.

Now, it was a few months later. Prowl found himself wandering through the main hall of the Dojo, remembering the many, many days and nights he’d spent here as a younger bot. His expression was soft and fond, but also twisted ever so slightly in pain. He had good memories here, beloved memories, but the loss of his Master had always tainted then with a faint aura of pain. Now, he supposed he had the chance to make new memories. This time though, he would be the one helping the lost youngling find his way. It was..a good thought. Bluestreak was far more tactile and personable than Prowl ever was, and likely ever would be, but that wasn’t a bad thing. He had already found himself adjusting to his student’s need for physical touch, and the Praxian’s sometimes endless chatter never failed to remind Prowl (fondly) of Bumblebee. It was good. Life was good, now. For once, he was at peace, and truly happy.

He heard movement outside the main room, just before a small helm poked inside. “Master Prowl? Isn’t it time for breakfast? Unless you have something new to show me first, which I wouldn’t mind! Everything you teach me is so cool, and I learn a lot, and it’s great here! Though, didn’t you say it’s not a good idea to do anything more intense than stretches before fueling in the morning? Is that what we’re doing? I really am hungry, and I wouldn’t mind-”

Prowl let the youngling’s chatter wash over him, walking over and gesturing his student to follow him as he led the way to the kitchen. “Why don’t you help me prepare our morning fuel?” Was all he said in response, and instantly an eager youngling was at his side to soak in what he was doing.

Yes, Prowl thought. This is good. This is where I’m meant to be.

#tfa #transformersanimated #prowl #tfa prowl #prowl lives au #bluestreak #tfa bluestreak #fanfic based on fanart #fanfic #tfa fanfic

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starprin101 · 4 years ago

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Soundscream Week

Day 2: Compromise

Doors opened with a whirr and a pair of heels clicked against the floor toward the hulking mass currently unconscious on the slab. He leaned forward and tapped his head with a claw.

"Hello~" Starscream cooed. "Anyone in there?~" He tapped again, harder, and waited for the response he knew would never come. And as predicted, there was only silence. Nothing but the beeping and whirring of machinery wasting their time on what may as well be a corpse.

"Hm. Such a shame. All that potential wasted." He stepped back and dragged his optics along Megatron's body. His plating sparkled where the light hit it, Breakdown- or Knockout, whichever- did a fine job.

"You know, you could have been a great leader. No, really, I'm serious! It's just your ideas, your goals..." He walked around to the monitors surrounding them. "Well, your ideas and goals, that inspired so many to join you, were replaced by your overwhelming need to have all the power the galaxy had to offer, and using it against Prime." He had no idea what they meant, but he understood that when the lines stopped making the patterns they were doing now, it was a very bad sign. "It overshadowed your original inspiration, and turned you into a megalomaniac."

He glanced at the once great, brave, beacon of freedom, who was now laying in stasis lock because of his own stupidity and greed. He sighed, like he was disappointed.

"I really don't see what he sees. Not anymore." He paced to the centre of the room. "Why is Soundwave still so unwaveringly loyal to you after all this time, after everything you've done! Why does he still blindly follow you after four million years of madness and needless chaos!" He spun around and glared at him. Megatron still hadn't moved. Not that he would anytime soon.

He sighed again and stepped closer. "And your condition. Why is he so convinced you'll come back. It's obvious you won't. He's only delaying the inevitable." He circled a digit around the cord in his chassis. The one keeping his spark stable.

"It must be so embarrassing to look so weak and vulnerable." He wrapped his servo around it. "Allow me to volunteer in this final act of loyalty and respect, and put you out of your misery." And with a harsh tug, the cord popped off.

The effect was immediate. Those lines broke their pattern and shot around wildly. Warnings popped up all over the monitors and a wild beeping was blaring from somewhere. He watched the situation unravel itself with a small smile, but it fell when a stray thought entered his head.

Soundwave won't like this.

Soundwave will be distraught when he finds out.

It was common knowledge that Megatron and Soundwave fought together in the Pits, and he managed to convince him to join his cause. That begged the question; how? What did he do to initiate such undivided loyalty? Starscream's theory was that he promised him something, which could be why he's so hellbent on keeping Megatron alive, but what could it be? What could be so valuable to Soundwave?

Whatever it was, Starscream could give it to him. When he becomes leader of the Decepticons, he can give him whatever he was promised. And maybe more.

He and Soundwave had been getting along quite well recently. After that first flying session, Soundwave followed him on a lot more. He wasn't sure why he had to sneak on him instead of just ask, so he decided to do that instead. He walked up to Soundwave and asked straight up if he wanted to join him. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, he said yes and off they went. Eventually, somehow, they even made a time set in their schedules dedicated specifically for flying together.

He wouldn't say he was enjoying himself, of course not. This was all just to gain Soundwave's trust. And this seemed to be the only time he could make any progress.

But...

There were some times while flying, where everything became still and they just stared at each other. It was a quiet moment where all of his stress, and all his responsibilities and anxiety would just melt away, and he'd feel something he'd never experienced with anyone else. Maybe it was general curiosity? Did Soundwave feel it too? Maybe it was just a moment of mutual understanding-

Why is he thinking so much about Soundwave? Why does he care what Soundwave thinks or wants? This isn't about him. This is about ending Megatron's rein of power! This is about being better than Megatron. He shook his head violently and shuttered his optics, and focused on the wonderful sound of a spark failing and doors closing-

... doors... closing... not opening- closing.

He turned around, cord in hand, and froze.

"Soundwave!" He shrieked. Within a blink of an eye, said bot snatched the cord and pushed him to the side. He plugged it back in and Megatron's vitals returned to normal. A moment of silence, the calm before the storm, and the TIC turned to him.

Starscream momentarily panicked, but he had a plan for the possibility of this happening.

"S-Soundwave! I'm so glad you came when you did! I came in and saw the cord just hanging there- I think Knockout did it on purpose- and I was trying to-" A force slammed him into a wall and he slid down.

Well, it was worth a shot.

Looking up, he observed Soundwave towering over him with those tentacles of his out and waving dangerously. He was very clearly not happy, he concluded.

"N-now Soundwave! I understand you're upset right now! what for trying to kill our great leader, a-and also, possibly, for the incident-" he paused.

Why did he mention that.

Why the FRAG did he mention that.

Immediately Soundwave froze, tentacles still in the air, his joints visibly tensed.

Oh Primus. Oh Primus oh Primus oh Primus oh Primus oh Primus he just made a mistake he made a very bad mistake this is it this is how he goes and he couldn't even make a grand speech about it-

He forced himself to calm down. He can fix this. He can get himself out of this. He's fine. He's talked Megatron out of killing him he can absolutely do this. He just needed to think fast.

"- b-but how about we calm down, and handle this like civilized bots? P-perhaps we can reach a compromise?" He offered, unsure the TIC would even consider it. He, however, didn't move at all, so Starscream slowly stood up and continued.

"How about this: I no longer make attempts at killing Megatron, and to be nice I can throw in a favour for you as well, but you have to do a favour for me." They looked into each other's eyes and visor, and he held out his servo. "Do we have a deal?"

Soundwave made no notion of grabbing it or pulling away. Starscream's spark sped up in fear. Perhaps he's too mad and will just end up ripping his arm off.

A few more still seconds and he considered putting his hand down instead because he felt stupid standing like this. But then Soundwave took his hand and squeezed it, almost enough to break it, then promptly turned around and left.

Starscream was left in the room with the bot he just tried to kill staring at the place where the bot that was just about to kill him was once standing.

I'd say he handled that pretty well.

#sorry this is late #all the other ones will be late because I have terrible planning skills #transformers #transformers prime #Starscream #Soundwave #soundstar #soundscream #soundscream week 2021

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aqua-the-smiter · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2 - The Runaway

Arcee was just out for a walk. That’s all.

Why couldn’t she ever catch a break?

Her peds crunched along the gravelly ground and her servos were clasped behind her back as she slowly trudged forward, going nowhere in particular, just out to clear her processor. The land was barren and surrounded by cliffs and ridges, and the sky was overcast, swathed in a blanket of grey clouds that took away most of the shadows. It was calm if a bit gloomy, and the wind whispered over the ground, occasionally flicking pebbles.

The two-wheeler guessed it was just one of those days where everything was dull and a bit slow. She could tell some of the other ‘bots felt it as well, and seeing as there were no present emergencies to tend to, she’d come out here. Partially for some peace, partially just because she wanted to be alone, and (though she’d never admit it out loud) she still felt a need deep in her spark to silently mourn Cliffjumper.

Maybe it was silly. Maybe she should have gotten over it by now. She had, somewhat, but something in her still ached everything she thought of him. Thus, she took small chunks of her time every day to grieve, and it slowly minimized her pain by degrees, bit by bit. It helped.

What didn’t, however, was finding a Decepticon passed out among the stones.

“What in the Pit? ” Arcee asked herself out loud, staring down at the dull silver chassis of Megatron’s right servo bot.

Starscream.

At first she thought he was dead. He was lying as still as the rocks he was surrounded by, but as she watched him, she noticed like bits of movement: a wing flicking, a digit scraping, a ped twitching. No, he was still among the living, unfortunately.

She stood frozen, staring at the motionless form of the seeker, the very ‘Con who had murdered the bot she was out here mourning. Her spark clenched in anger, and she let one of her servos turn into a blaster before backing up and lowering her arm, trying to calm herself. It would be stupid to just shoot him right off the bat.

Think, Arcee.

Primus, she wanted to just shoot him in the faceplates and be done with it. He was the reason Cliff was gone, and he’d put them through so much grief besides that, both on Earth and off. Her spark seethed, even the small bit of pity she held for him not enough to quench her desire to pay him the same mercy he’d paid Cliff; that meant none at all.

She took a better look at him. He looked...ragged. Worn out, like he’d been flying solo for a while, the kind of wear that couldn’t be faked. Her optics widened when they landed on his chest plate. The Decepticon insignia was gone, and in its place were scratches. She thought hard. How long ago had their last battle with the ‘Cons been?

Somehow, by some miracle, Starscream had defected between the aftermath of then and now. What else could it be? Maybe a trap, but something like this wasn’t Megatron’s style. Sure, he could’ve been kicked out, but if he had been, most likely, if she even found him, he’d be a corpse. He decidedly was not that.

She sat next to his still chassis, thinking. What to do with a possibility renegade ‘con? Primus, her luck was shoddy.

She was oblivious to how long she’d been there, feeling the cold breeze over her chassis, listening to it howl between the empty places in the rocks. Starscream did nothing more than twitch.

What to do, what to do?

It would be easiest to just terminate his aft right there, pull the thorn that was him out of their collective sides right away. Nearly all of her wanted to, and yet...that little drop of pity still yanked at the edge of her processor. She didn’t know exactly why, but something about the ‘Con just made her feel bad for him. Maybe it was the desperate way he vied for Megatron’s favor, maybe it was the fact he was always getting whacked in the ankles every time something was going right, or maybe it was just that he was excellent at making that particular sad face. There was something just...pathetic about him, and she granted him a bit of mercy for it.

Wait…

Call Prime. Of course, the simplest solutions were often the best, and she berated herself for not having thought of it sooner. It should have been the first thing that sprung to mind.

Maybe she was still much angrier about Cliffjumper than she thought.

-Optimus, it’s Arcee.- she said over her comms.

-We were just starting to get worried about you.- came the reply of his usual firm but kind tone. -Where have you been for so long?-

-Like I said, just out for a walk. You’ll never believe who I found.- she baited, her voice unintentionally taking on the same excited tone as Miko’s whenever Wheeljack came around.

-Did you run into trouble? If you've found an energon mine, come back, don’t try and clear it yourself.- Prime warned, sounding for all the worlds like a gently chiding father.

-That was one time , I’m fine. I didn’t go out looking for trouble, it found me, in the form of Starscream. He’s recharging on the ground right next to me, all dinged up. What do you want me to do with him?- she asked, getting straight to the point, and trying not to sound too willing to offline him.

-Starscream?- The Prime paused, just a little bit alarmed -Are you sure he’s alone? Is there anything off about him?-

-He scratched his insignia off his chest. Just a bunch of claw marks there now. It looks like he’s defected. He’s definitely still alive.- Arcee confirmed.

-Scratched the insignia off his chest.- Optimus repeated slowly, the gears in his processor whirling. That sounded like a sure sign of defection. Was it too much to hope for? He has long since seen potential in bringing Starscream over to the Autobots, and now might be his chance. -Give me your coordinates and wait there with him. I’ll meet you there.-

-Personally?- Arcee asked in surprise. -Are you sure?-

-I’m sure. Don’t worry, I won’t come alone.-

-Alright.- She relented, berating herself. This was Optimus Prime. There was nothing to worry about.

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The familiar green spirals of the groundbridge gave way to the figures of Prime, Ratchet and Bulkhead. Arcee rose to her peds when she saw them, raising an arm in greeting. Starscream still rested next to her, optics firmly offlined. She resisted the urge to give him a swift kick and ran over to her comrades.

“Hey ‘Cee!” Bulkhead called to her. “Where’d you dig up Screamer?”

“He was on the floor when I got here.” Arcee replied, hands on her hips as the four of them made their way over to the recharging seeker. She nudged him with the toe of her ped as the others looked on. “And if you’ll look to your right you’ll see the Decepticon’s possible ex-commander, passed out cold.” she gestured to him with a servo.

“He looks like a Predacon chewed him.” Ratchet said, eyeing him warily. “Probably been on his own for a while now. Almost definitely has an energon deficiency.”

“You can tell all that from looking at him?” Arcee questioned, raising an optic ridge.

“More or less. I’ve been at this for a long time, you know.” Ratchet said, his tone implying a lecture if this conversation kept rolling

“So...what are we going to do with him? We can’t just leave old Screamer here, can we?” Bulkhead asked.

“Who says we can’t?” Arcee spat. “If we take him with us, he becomes even more of our problem then he already is.”

“We’re not leaving him.” Optimus interjected, his voice having an air of finality.

“Why?!” Arcee exclaimed, failing to tamp down her anger. “What could we possibly do with Starscream of all bots?!”

Optimus gave her one of his looks that could possibly make even Unicron himself feel guilty. “We could help him, make him one of us. Show him the mercy he was never granted from Megatron.”

“And that he never granted Cliffjumper!”

“If we pull him to us, he’ll never be in a position to do what he did to Cliffjumper again.” he replied coolly. Arcee said nothing, just crossed her arms and turned away.

There was no argument after that. Optimus was determined, and he made a good point. They brought Starscream to the base, dragging him home like an abandoned kitten found on the side of the road.

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Starscream’s red optics flew open and were greeted to complete darkness and silence. He felt strange, and it took him a few moments to realize he wasn’t hallucinating or shaking from energon starvation anymore. That should have been comforting, but it only shot him through with fear. Someone had gone through some effort to take care of him. Had Megatron found him? Was he back in the belly of the Pit that was the Nemesis?

His head whipped back and forth trying to get some kind of grip on his surroundings but it was black as pitch. He tried to sit up, but his wrists and ankles were tied down to the berth. Megatron must have found him when he collapsed, there was no other explanation. He was probably thinking up some new, horrifically creative way to ensure his loyalty, or wanted him for some nightmarish way to end his life. His spark was hammering inside it’s chamber.

His bonds wouldn’t break no matter how hard he strained at them, but that could possibly be because he was too weakened after so much time alone and with no energon. He felt his optics well up with washer fluid as his spark pounded, so loud in his audials he would’ve sworn anyone outside this...place could hear it writhing in his chest as he started to shake and quiver.

An audial-splitting shriek tore from his voice box as he tried to tear free of his bonds, his back arching as he struggled.

He couldn’t do this again.

#fanfic #fanfiction #transformers prime #tfp #tfp arcee #tfp starscream

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eloquent-music · 4 years ago

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[ Memory Log 889342666 Initiating... ]

Ping. One shot. Ping ping ping ping... Shot after shot. Klunk. Klunk... Klunk....

“Another down for the count,” rang through.

“Messatine is our homestead, our planet. Get them out of the mines.”

“Another ticked off the List..”

Shot after shot straight through each Autobot insignia they ran into--along with the occasional Decepticon.

“Shoot for the fucking kill Vos. We aren’t the Decepticon Justice Division for nothing. Do your damn job.”

A pattern that Tarn was beginning to notice time after time. Unusual. No one on the DJD had ever had a weird fixation like this.

“Why do you shoot others like that?”

“My special signature tactic. It’s nothing boss.”

“Alright Vos. Carry on.”

Suspicion raised from within him. Tarn was conditioned to notice things like this. But never had he ever dealt with anyone like this--a traitor more-so. All of his subordinates had been loyal to the end. But something about this one Decepticon seemed off.

Then there was run-ins with Delphi. Tarn and Pharma would exchange words, professional or not. Sometimes the others had tagged along but stayed out of the way. Whatever happened between the two bosses. Vos had accompanied him on a few occasions. More suspicion arose.

Puzzle pieces started to come together in Tarn’s processor. He logged each and every thing. Every kill, both Autobot and Decepticon alike. He was watched like some Big Brother motive.

A fuck up. A small little fuck up after many cycles of extra close watch on Vos. The Vos before the Vos everyone knew now. The Vos that was a traitor amongst the DJD Ranks for years. The one that spilled top secret information to the Autobots, the Wreckers more-so. The little ‘non-lethal’ sharp shooter who shot Autobots and Decepticons alike on their insignia as his signature move. Most Vos’ had taken the form of some deadly handheld weapon but Tarn had caught wind of something fishy and it was the last shot Agent 113 would ever get in his life.

The reason Tarn caught on was because of his nonlethal shots. After the others had left, he’d dug out a few bullets out of the corpses. Read their encrypted messages. It fueled Tarn’s rage and hatred to the point where he started taking his frustrations out more on his victims and unfortunately onto Delphi. If one wanted to get away with spying, you had to be smarter than a criminal and the enforcers. Tarn was an excellent criminal, executioner, and enforcer alike--he wasn’t the leader of the DJD for nothing, nor was he idiotic.

The one thing Tarn never knew about was that most of these bullets were extracted from First Aid no less when they were on Messatine. One of Pharma’s medics, a demoted nurse that hid all of this behind the CMO’s back. The one mech who could’ve set off a real bad chain reaction to Delphi. Tarn wasn’t fond of killing medics but he would’ve if he had found out at the time and the perfect plan would’ve occurred, starting with the execution of the Autobot spy as a show of force and dominance over the facility, then next would’ve become Ambulon, the Decepticon deserter, a little gift to Pharma of course, before finally offlining First Aid. He likely would’ve mounted the mech on the main entrance to Delphi that was almost barely recognizable.

The last nonlethal shot to a Wrecker on Messatine drove Tarn right on over the edge. Crimson optics kept watch over Vos like a vulture waiting for an animal to keel over. Tarn called for Helex over with a snap of his digits, same with Tesarus. For now, Kaon was left out of the question due to his relationship with Vos. Tarn ordered Helex to radio Megatron for a new recruit that would be taking Vos’ spot. “Tell him that Vos has perished. We need a new replacement as soon as possible and to send him to Messatine. Oh--and make it worth it this time around. We need darker members. True Decepticons.” Until a later date, the truth would be told to Megatron. With Tesarus by Tarn’s side, they walked with Vos and Kaon as Helex went back to the Tyranny before them to inform Megatron and also get one of their interrogation rooms readily available.

That’s when the swoop came in. Tesarus grabbed Kaon and held him against his frame. Tarn on the other hand swiftly kicked Vos onto his frontside, crushing him below his pedes and right into the ice. His abilities sprung to life from his spark as his vents bristled like an angry bull. ♬ ♫ “𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓹 𝓓𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓼,”♬ ♫ he spat out to the frame that was struggling underneath his pedes. His masked moved up some so he could fully spit onto the traitor’s frame to demechanize him right from the start. The tip of his pede curled into his back as he spat on him again.

Tarn began to paralyze the mech system by system so he could no longer move for a while. ♬ ♫ “𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓹𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻? 𝓞𝓱 𝓷𝓸 𝓷𝓸. 𝓐 𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓬𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷’ 𝓭𝓻𝔂. 𝓞𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓵𝓵 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱.” ♬ ♫ Dominus thought he’d seen the worst of Tarn? Oh never. Tarn was the only living original DJD member and when his mind clicked into seeing nothing but red, there was no stopping him.

Kaon was begging for Tarn not to go through to the bitter end that the leader was hoping for. Between the begging and his overly angry systems, he wasn’t sure what he was going to go through with. “Tesarus, for now put Kaon away in his quarters. He does not need to be a part of this though I will take into consideration his pleas.” The end result? Still unsure.

Tarn bound Agent 113′s legs and arms still in the field before attaching the end of the chain to his frame. A large chunk of Agent 113′s frame was left in the snow so that the Delphi medic’s would come across it when they found the Autobot’s distress signals. With a swift transformation, he drug the mech behind him back through the rough ice and snowy terrain, making sure to hit the most brutal points. A great way to physically hurt a mech’s frame without killing them. Brutal yet very satisfying.

After taking the long way back to the Tyranny, the duo had finally made it back to their homestead. That little frame had taken heavy damage and Tarn still drug him on the floor, now dragging him by his damn neck with the chain. He even darkened every light in the Tyranny. Singing wildly like a crazed psychotic mech from a horror movie. There might’ve been a dance to his walk as they made their way to a special room.

After Kaon was locked away, Tesarus made his way down to where Tarn was, Helex already waiting like the hangman at the gallows. “He’s been paralyzed for now so do as you will with him.”

Helex spoke, “The next course of action sir?”

“What will be the outcome?” Stating Tesarus as he lifted the traitor onto the operation slab.

“Kaon seems to be fond of this wretch. So we can compromise with him. We will put him through the most torturous act that can be done to a mech but let’s add an Autobot twist to it shall we?” Speaking like a maniac as he wrung his servos together. “The Autobots have preached about being free and willing when in reality they have not. They’ve always been a badly upgraded version of the old Senate. Control by taking away whom you are by demechanizing a mech.” His claws danced over the mech’s frame. “We’ll force him back into his old alternate mode. But we will take away everything he has. We will remove his transformation cog, his weapons, his speech, his sense of reality, sense of self, everything. Reshape him into nothing but a mindless beast that will do our bidding and obey our every word. He can still be used against the Autobots.”

“What would that be boss?”

“Domestication to the greatest extent.”

The to dueted one another, “Perfect boss.”

“Let’s get started shall we?” Tarn sing-songed outwardly.

Each member grabbed a torturous device of their choosing from the walls. The whirring sounds of the famous chainsaw Tarn weld, made from the chainsaw slinging medic himself, Pharma. Made by his own design, perfected and built for Tarn and Tarn alone.

A purple servo slammed the mech’s helm into the operation slab. “I know you can hear me Dominus Ambus,” growling outwardly as Helex handed over a data pad. “I have your file right here. Look lookit here. Isn’t it delightful?” His servo slammed the mech’s face once more enough to make it bleed. “Hmmm.. let’s see here. Your file. Your old mode, a turbofox no less.” Holding it up to the mech’s face, the traitor refused. “Making it harder on yourself will make this worse.”

More back and forth commenced as Tarn spoke to the mech using his abilities, pinching his pressure points so he could control the mech for a moment while his other hand stroked the area over his t-cog. “Helex hold the pad so that it’s in his view.” Some more time passed and the traitor finally was forced into taking on his old form.

“Perfect,” whispered outwardly.

More time lapsed through Dominus’ domestication. The mech was hanging on, the trio excelled in keeping mech’s alive and perfectly aware through their torturous acts. And this went on for days on end, weeks even. Kaon was never involved. Forcefully removed from the situation.

“Who were you working with?”

There was never an answer. No matter how hard each of them tried to break him and they broke him. Perhaps he never knew. Perhaps he did.

“Next we will remove who he is as a Cybertronian, a transformer. We all know what that is? HIs transformation cog.” Tarn sung, ♬ ♫ “𝓦𝓪𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓓𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓻. 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓬𝓱. 𝓕𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷’ 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓶.” ♬ ♫

Tesarus dragged the mech close to the edge of the operation table so he could force the mech to transform into his beast mode. Once it was achieved both Helex and Tesarus flipped the mech onto his backside.

♬ ♫ “𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓓𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓷. 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮. 𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓷𝓸𝔀. 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓮𝓯𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓞𝓱 𝓷𝓸 𝓷𝓸. 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮. 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶. 𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓱𝓶? 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽’𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓙𝓓 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝔀𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮--𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓲𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓘’𝓿𝓮 𝓴𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭. 𝓨𝓸𝓾’𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷! 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝓯𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰.” ♬ ♫

“We will remove his t-cog then wipe his memories of all of whom he is before his final transformation.” Tarn removed his mask as he located the mech’s t-cog that hid in his abdomen. His claws dug out the armor to reveal the vital component. “Hold him down.” Both mech’s obeyed as Tarn leaned over the badly injured frame; his glossa flicked over his lip components before he descended downwards. His lips wrapped onto the organ and began to pull it out slowly from the beast’s frame. Line by line was broken, spilling energon onto Tarn and the slab below him. The mech howled in his pursuit. Once it was finally released from its prison Tarn slipped it out of his mouth and into his servo. “Tesarus, wrap this up and send it off to Autobot high-command with a message.”

“Yes boss.”

“Helex, patch him up before we start the mind wiping process. He’ll forget all he knows within a matter of a cycle. All he will ever know from now on is being a Pet to do our bidding. Nothing but a mindless beast.” Pausing the turned to Helex as Tesarus walked out to get the t-cog ready for transport. “No one will ever remember Dominus Ambus, the traitorous little Agent 113 the Autobots so loved. They’ll never know if he truly died or not. Oh they’ll assume he did but they’ll never know our little Pet will be attacking their ranks. Oh my an Autobot attacking Autobots--how delightful isn’t it Helex?”

[ Abrupt interruption -- disengaging.. ]

#severe dark themes/words ahead under the cut #im sorry Mare #the full process i did not write about #its a summary but #just be warned ya know #one day i might write a more in depth version of the domestication #{Memories}#panickedforcefield

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weaimtomaim · 6 years ago

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Hey. So we found our Megatron. Everything’s good I think? Well most things are. He didn’t lock us up again or anything so that’s nice.

I think you know by now I’m not good at this kinda thing so.

We can’t be in contact anymore. With you being neutral and also dealing with Autobots, liability and fraternization blah blah... yeah.

So I guess that’s it. If we’re not dead by the end of all this, let’s go get a drink. And maybe set the bar on fire. It’ll be fun, promise.

And if I do end up dead (because let’s be honest that’s probably what’ll happen) then... I dunno. It was good knowing you? Rotary frames are rare and you weren’t one of the annoying ones.

Finally.

Finally things were starting to make sense again. They found their Decepticon comrades, the high command, Megatron… the weight of not knowing what the future held for them was lifted. Now they had direction again; they could fight with the support of the Decepticon army backing them. Things were how they were supposed to be.

They were meeting with Megatron. Their submitted logs and call transcripts had been poured over for any useful information and cross referenced with what the Decepticons had already. Some of what they’d submitted didn’t paint them in the best light. Though they didn’t show it outwardly, an anxious feeling drifted between their gestalt bond as they’d waited for their audience with Megatron.

Fortunately, it was going rather well. No accusations of treasonous behavior or declarations of them no longer being of use to him. “While this multiverse has made our operations more difficult at times, we will continue as normal unless we are forced to change trajectory.” Megatron’s commanding presence certainly hadn’t diminished in their absence. “The Autobots from our dimension are the priority, but any who should cross your path are to be met with lethal force.”

Vortex rolled his optics to himself. Dead mechs didn’t make for good interrogation subjects. Not that Megatron had utilized those skills of his for a while now. It was usually Bruticus he wanted. Which, fair enough; the guy was an 80ft tall war machine that could level cities.

“And what of any neutrals?” Onslaught asked. “They’re quite numerous here.”

Megatron waved a hand. “They are of no consequence unless they are Autobot sympathizers, in which case I expect them to receive the same treatment those they adulate would get should you come upon them.”

Onslaught bowed his head, “Of course, Lord Megatron.”

This was so boring. Tailing an Autobot was bad enough and having to do it with Blast Off didn’t improve the experience. Vortex had been eager to test out the cloaking device Swindle gave him specifically for this mission (even if it was reminiscent of the one Starscream had, ugh), but he didn’t think he’d be using it to hunker behind some rocks while they waited for the Autobot’s rendezvous to show up.

They’d better hurry up though, because the cloak didn’t last forever and even a flicker could draw attention to himself. Somewhere on a clifftop above and behind him (and with the much better hiding spot) was Blast Off, prepared to provide cover fire in case things went south.

It would be sorely needed if a fight broke out. The sparse rock formations could hardly be considered suitable cover and the pathetic excuse for foliage wasn’t even worth mentioning.

The air began to displace not far from where the Autobot stood, drawing both their and Vortex’s attention. An unnatural light cast a green glow across the vicinity. A swirl of color grew until it became a tunnel large enough for most mechs to fit through and coughed up what had to be the second person of interest.

The portal closed and Vortex tried to get a better look as well as listen in on what the two were saying. Rotary frame, green and grey, visor, mask… they looked familiar.

Way too familiar. That was definitely Blackguard. The Blackguard he hadn’t spoken to for months now, maybe longer. The Blackguard that was a neutral and currently seemed to be on good terms with at least one Autobot.

And of course, because things always went from bad to worse whenever the Combaticons were involved, the cloak began to fade. So there stood the copter, only half hidden, his color scheme definitely not doing him any favors in this environment. Before Vortex could even consider his next course of action, he saw both Blackguard and the Autobot turn to look his direction, and the decision was made for him.

The Autobot had their gun trained on him in an instant. Blackguard was hesitating. Fine by him, just made this easier.

Vortex brought both arms up to shield himself best he could from the incoming gunfire. A shot from Blast Off flew by overhead and hits its mark, dropping the Autobot in one go. With that taken care of, he stepped out of his hiding spot. Vortex skirted around the fresh corpse and rose back to his full height. And was face to face with Blackguard.

She sputtered for a moment, like her processor had only just managed to connect the dots that her optics were seeing. He could tell she said something– his name? Doesn’t matter. Don’t listen. Don’t think about it.

Weapon pointed at her spark chamber. All he had to do was shoot.

He hesitated.

Did he have to kill her?

That thought immediately triggered a sharp pain in the back of his head that turned into an icy chill as it traveled down his back. A voice admonished him. Go against direct orders from Megatron? Are you crazy? Do you want to get locked up again?

No, not that, anything but that place again–

Another voice filled his head, ::Vortex! Either shoot or move, but don’t freeze!::

Then Blackguard spoke again. This time Vortex heard her. “Vortex, it’s me. You know me, I’m not a fighter. Just– let’s just take a step back–”

You know what you have to do.

Vortex snarled, “Shut up!” He took the shot.

The immediate aftermath was a blur. Something that sounded like strained words came from Blackguard. Then she was down on one knee, clutching at her chest. Another shot rang out and Vortex didn’t know who it came from. That had been enough to make Blackguard crumple the rest of the way to the ground.

And then there was silence.

Vortex didn’t move. He stared down at Blackguard. The energon pooling from her wounds spread across the ground and began to mix with the Autobot’s. He told himself this was to be expected. They were in the middle of a war; people died all the time. It was inevitable that some of them would be ones you knew.

But it’d never been a friend before. And not by his own hand.

Not many people tolerated Vortex, and even fewer actively liked having him around. Blackguard had been one of those people.

And now she was dead.

Somehow Blast Off was next to him, grabbing him roughly by the arm and starting to physically drag Vortex away. “That’ll be us if we continue to stick around. The Autobot was calling for backup, we need to leave. Can you fly?” There was something in his voice that almost sounded like concern.

Vortex continued to stare at Blackguard’s form as he was pulled away, like he couldn’t quite believe it was real. He realized Blast Off was expecting an answer and nodded his head.

“Then transform and let’s get out of here.” Blast Off relinquished his grip and took his own advice. Vortex’s body seemed to move of its own accord and he soon found himself following suit and speeding away from the scene.

#IT'S FINALLY DONE!!!!!!#heligooddeals #answered #in which my too much gene took the wheel with this #I blame you because you quite literally asked for this one #drabble

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skyfallofcybertron-blog · 6 years ago

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Transformers Skyfall: Chapter 4. Blackbird.

It was a mistake. It was all a slagging mistake. We had fallen into a Autobot trap. We were starving and the Autobots knew that. The energon caste that Night Glide was sent to investigate was just a fake hotspot. There was no way we could have known. Not without proper equipment, but by this point, most of the Generals had pulled out to distant planets. Leaving those left behind to fend for themselves.

Both Night Glide and I were stationed on a warship at the time; The Covenant. Our head officers ditched us on Megatron’s orders to chase Team Prime across space. Along with most of our good equipment and resources. Leaving only a servo of us with enough processing power to protect the ship. We suddenly became officers over a few hundred vechicon drones. A few hundred hungry mouths to feed.

Night Glide crashed. Hard.

I still remember the grinding sound of plating being scraped across the ground. The twisted wreck of metal that he became. Somehow, I summoned the strength in my tiny body to drag him out of the crash sight and into a open sewer grate. I can remember, clear as a Vos morning, the whirl of a heavy helicopter making passes trying to find us. The loud chop, chop, chop.

I wasn’t faring any better myself. I wasn’t deployed at the time. The missile that the copter hit Night Glide with managed to dislodge me as well. I didn’t crash nearly spectacularly as my carrier, but the side of my helm became ragged and torn. My built-in equipment for linking us to The Covenant was now part of the sidewalk above us. Didn’t stop me from trying though.

“Communications Officer Skyfall...to Decepticon warship Covenant...Can you read me, Covenant?” I breathed into what was left of my comm. system; a few loose wires and a shattered vidscreen, “Energon cache; Autobot ambush...Requesting immediate evac... First Lieutenant Night Glide down….Repeat; First Lieutenant Night Glide down…”

My optics wondered to my carrier’s shallow intakes. To the cracked windscreen of his cockpit. The sizable hole blown right through his narrow waist that now leaked energon into the sour fluid below us. The Autobot copter wasn’t slagging around. Hit Night Glide center mass; right dead target. A little higher up that missile would have gone right through his fuel pump. Killing me in the process.

“Covenant...can you hear me…?” I pleaded.

All I got was static. I started ripping wires out of my helm as I scooted over to the Seeker. His optics flickered online as I carefully inspected his helm. He muttered something, but my audios were ringing. I quickly tossed the broken piece aside. It probably wasn’t pleasant for Night Glide, but my small servos removed his to implant it in mine. I whimpered apologizes the entire time.

The copter made another pass. I froze in my place. Holding my intakes until I was more then sure they were gone, before returning to my work. At least, I could hear them now. Thank Shockwave and his horror show; I could tell how far the Autobot was out and that she wasn’t alone. I had about two clicks to work on this.

“You need..to get out of here…” Night Glide whispered.

I ripped off my arm casing; fiddling with my secondary weapons to disable the electricity. The weapon heated up red hot quickly. Then I twisted two wires together. I looked down at Night Glide.

“And you need to shut up…”

“The Autobots…”

I fitted the casing on top of the hole on Night Glide’s side.

“Will find the both of us, if you don’t shut up...right now…”

I’m not a medibot, but beggars can’t be choosers. I needed to patch up Glide. I wasn’t going to let another one of my carriers abandon me. I wasn’t going to watch another one die. We had to make a little noise. I transformed my free servo to my built in taser and began to melt him close. Night Glide took it like a champ and clamped down hard on his glossa; muffling himself as much as he possibly could. That did quicken the Autobots search.

One click left. Time to pull something from my aft.

I messed with more wires than I knew that was in the both of us. Sticking them together. Pulling things apart. Testing. Retesting. The static in my audio became clearer. The Covenant was trying to get a hold of us. I could almost hear them. I could hear the Autobots better. They were in the sewers now. I stood on wobbly legs to get better reception; hooked up to Night Glide as my receiver.

“Com-Sky-all...R-peat...Ov-r…”

“This is Communications Officer Skyfall to Decepticon warship Covenant. Requesting immediate evac. First Lieutenant Night Glide down. Autobot squad almost on top of us.”

“We hear you, Officer.”

I never thought I would be so happy to hear Starscream’s voice. The tunnel lit up with the echoes of Seeker engines. The floor underneath us shook with cannon fire. I toppled over trying to gain my footing, only to have Night Glide catch me in his arms. He held me against his broken and bloodied chassis. I shuttered my optics as listened to Starscream gloat and Skywarp cackle in manic delight.

“...Sing for me…?” Night Glide requested weakly.

I hadn't sung in years, but I used too. It was something I was originally built for. I was part Singer after all, but I stopped singing after I was sold to Swindle. I found that it hurt too much to do so.

Yet, when Night Glide asked so quietly, I didn't give it much of a second thought.

I sang an old Vosian migration song. Something that Seekers used to sing to keep themselves in formation. Also to find those that were lost from the trine. I have no idea why I picked that off all things. I'm sure Night Glide could barely hear me over the chaos of battle. It didn't seem right to ask.

Starscream and his trine found us eventually. After they blew the Autobots sky high. Out of the three, Skywarp wore his horror the most outwardly. Both Thundercracker, and to my surprise, Starscream, where eerily silent looking the two of us over. We were a mess of scrap, wiring and energon.

They couldn't get us separated. Thundercracker had to carry both Night Glide and I through Skywarp’s warpbridge (I can still see the purple Seeker’s grin in my mind over his scraping pun). The three Air Commanders were appalled over the condition of ship. There was one thing that I’ve learned about Seekers; they will destroy any bot that harms one of their own. The original commanding officers of The Convenant where striped from their positions. Personally dealt with Starscream’s trine. Thundercracker took command of the ship afterwards.

It took our medic Echo hours to finally untangle me from my carrier. Both of us got kudos for trying to save our crew and team. Night Glide got promoted. Minicons didn’t, but I now had the Decepticon elite watch my every move. It wasn’t often to have a Deployer jerry rig a communications system out of their own (and carrier’s) haft dead corpses. Some called me insane. Others called me resourceful. I would have called myself frightened, desperate and wanting to survive.

Perhaps that’s why I landed this job in Immigration. Perhaps, somebot read my file, saw the information on that day and threw me in with the big bots. Or maybe it was a P.R. stunt; hiring a former Decepticon as a sign of good faith. Primus only knows. I was happy to be here. Happy to be alive and useful to so many.

One of those was Cityspeaker Windblade. The city was literally built on the back of a titan. Poor Metroplex was wounded during the Exodus. He never managed to leave the planet with the rest of his colossal brothers; trapped forever in his alt. mode. The Camiens learned the titans’ ancient language. So, in turn, Windblade came to Cybertron to speak for Metroplex. I was assigned to assist her in this. On top of everything else I did. The Autobots may have won the War, but it didn’t stop them from being paranoid about letting their secrets out.

“Good morning, Cityspeaker.” I addressed the scarlet femme and her bodyguard, Chromia.

“As to you, Skyfall.” Windblade smiled softly, “Are you my little shadow today?”

“Afraid so, ma’am.”

Chromia hummed softly, “Still not giving up the keys to the city, huh?”

I couldn’t help, but to fidget. Chromia did slightly intimidate me. I did see her train with Fireworks once and she was brutal with an axe.

“Sadly no, I’m afraid. Not yet at least.”

Chromia smirked, “Yeah, it’s not your fault, kid.”

“You’re going above and beyond to help.” Windblade reinsured.

I felt my wings perk up slightly with the compliment.

We started making our way down. Down, down, down. Pass all kinds of security and checkpoints and locked doors. Picking up our own security in the form of Ironhide (the Autobots where ever so careful). Into the very center of the core of the city. Where Metroplex’s mind laid.

Windblade beamed upon reaching the chamber where Metroplex’s brain module powered away, keeping the city up and running. He controlled everything; power for the towers, the lights in the streets, water, sewage, everything. The city was him. It was Windblade’s job to keep him happy and healthy. My job was to make sure she didn't tamper with him.

Biolight vidscreens popped up all over his cerebral cortex. He was greeting us as best he could without a functioning voice box. Windblade smiled as she read his messages.

“Good morning to you as well, Metroplex.” She said, “You are ready to start?”

I broke away from the little group to set up my workstation. I wasn't a skilled mechanic like Ironhide or I couldn't read titan like Windblade and Chromia. The only glyphs I was familiar with was the ones that Windblade pointed out. Which was our names and ‘hello’. So, I wasn't going to be much help. Other then answering questions, of course. These days where a good day to catch up on my emails and read reports.

I was pulled out of my reading when I heard Windblade chuckle softly.

“Alright, I'll ask her… Skyfall?”

Like on cue, I lowered my datapad and perked at the sound of my name.

“Yes, Cityspeaker?”

“Metroplex wants to know what you were singing. He remembers it, but can't place the name of it.”

“Um, oh,” It was like getting caught with my plating off. I didn't even realize I had started singing to myself while working. “I-It's the hymn of Juno the Skold.”

I found myself playing with my database nervously, being caught under Metroplex’s curiosity. If I was small compared to most Cybertronians, I was a speck to the titan. A tiny star among a vast cosmos. I shyly hide behind my screen.

“If it's bothering him, Windblade, I can stop.”

“On the contrary, Metroplex wants you to sing louder. He's enjoying it. He didn't think people would remember such old tunes.”

My wings twitched in surprise, “R-Really? He likes it?”

The Cityspeaker smiled with a nod. I nodded back. Windblade’s smile was contagious. I went back to my work and I sang.

#transformers #transformers oc #transformers skyfall #writing #seeker #minicon #skyfall #decepticons #long post

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zombieheroine · 7 years ago

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Like a lover [MegOP, E]

A/N: Yes, you can. B))

Here we go~ I set this in the same verse as Soft Things and A threat to my spark because I needed a reason for them to frag. PWP stands for Porn with Plot, right?

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 1863

A warship drifted lazily in space, anchored in the orbit of an uninhibited planet, far behind the battle lines. It had had a name and a shield once, but no one cared to remember whether it had been an Autobot shield or a Decepticon one. It was mostly dark and run in low power to avoid being detected by rogue enemy probes, and mostly it served as a support station, a mobile mini space station positioned between larger bases and the battle lines. It was fully equipped for a battle if needed, but several decks had been renovated into hospital space and weapons maintenance shops. Deep within the belly of the ship were the regular cabins, all very small and ascetic, but every single on of them had a good berth so no one complained. Megatron still had remains of organic fluids on his armour when he made his way to his quarters after boarding the neutral ship. He couldn't be bothered to wipe himself down properly of the evidence of the battle, even if the cooled and chunky organic fluid felt disgusting on him. He dismissed his troops with minimal words and headed towards his quarters, barely thinking about it as his pedes took him down the familiar corridors. The battle fury was fading and slowly replaced with soreness in his joints and hydraulics, making his own limbs weigh him down. This was one of those solars when the rage and heat didn't become pleasant ache and serenity but rather left him feeling cold and dirty and in a bad mood. He wanted nothing more than to collapse on his berth and power down for a while, hoping to wake up reset and at least slightly better mood. However, his wishes were not granted to him because when he finally got to his cabin and opened the door, he found that his berth was already occupied. Megatron gave Optimus a tired glare and a huff before closing the door behind him. “I don't have the time or the energy to play games now,” he grunted. Optimus was sitting on the edge of the berth with one leg over his knee and clearly waiting for him, but Megatron's decline didn't seem to affect him in any way. “That's alright.” Megatron stood still for a moment expecting Optimus to get up and leave, but the other didn't move an inch. Megatron glared again. “Then what are you waiting for? Get out.” Optimus wasn't quite smiling, but there was that soft kindness in his optics that sometimes lingered even when his features were otherwise stern. It made Megatron restless. That expression didn't belong in their berthrooms. “I noticed you seemed to be a bit out of sorts when you arrived in the hangar,” Optimus said. “Don't worry, I doubt anyone else can spot that about you, but I thought I'd pay you a visit anyway.” “Well now you have. Get out,” Megatron replied. Neither one of them moved. Optimus stayed on the berth and Megatron by the door. They stared at each other as if they could will the other to budge. “I'd like to stay, if that's alright with you,” Optimus said. “It is not,” Megatron growled. “I told you, I'm not in the mood for a wrestle in the sheets with you, so you might as well leave -” “I'm not here for that,” Optimus interjected before Megatron had the chance to argue more. “I just want to stay. You can power down if that's what you want.” The offer was a surprising one, and completely new. Megatron didn't like it, he didn't know what it held, and right now he didn't have the processor power to deduct that, but Optimus just kept that kind stare fixed on him and patted the berth next to him, and Megatron decided he didn't care. With a groan and a roll of his optics Megatron finally moved further into the small cabin and to his berth, all but collapsing on the firm mattress with an exhausted sigh. He lay on his front for a moment just feeling his hydraulics release tension with a low hissing sound and his engine finally lowering its rounds. He ignored Optimus completely and rolled on to his back, letting out another long sigh and allowing his optics to dim and eventually offline. Distantly he was aware that Optimus was still there, and after a moment he lay down next to him. The heat and the EM field from his frame came over Megatron like a blanket, but instead of suffocating it was almost comforting. “It was a dirty battle,” Megatron muttered. He had meant to power down, but somehow Optimus made him feel chatty today. “They have the numbers, and they just keep on coming no matter how much you shoot. Eventually they make it through.” Next to him Optimus hummed in understanding, his helm crest brushing Megatron's shoulder-guard. “Battles like that tire you,” he noted. Megatron made an agreeing noise. “There's no glory in them. That ship was like a slaughter pit at the end of it, all of us knee-deep in fleshy corpses.” Optimus was closer again but Megatron couldn't tell when he had moved. The other was pressed against his side, molding himself into every curve like he was made for it, uncaring of the blood stains, his warmth seeping to him. Megatron shifted too, but not away but towards. It felt natural with his optics offline. “The defense held. That's the most important thing. You can rest easy,” Optimus said against his shoulder. “Yes,” Megatron agreed with ease. They lay in silence for a while, pressed together comfortably with odd intimacy usually accomplished only after a long hard go at each other, maybe after some energon drawn or at least with several dents. In that relaxed silence Optimus moved. He didn't quite sit up but pushed himself halfway up, and with that same unusual ease that had allowed him to press against the other mech's side he lay down on his chassis. Megatron felt Optimus’ chin against the middle of his chassis with his arms folded around his helm, but didn't dare to online his optics to look. He reached up with his servo and lay it on Optimus' arm. “Told you. I'm not up for a fight,” he muttered. Optimus shrugged, the gesture evident through touch. “I don't want to fight. But I could... Well.” Megatron frowned. It was uncharacteristic for Optimus to fall silent in the middle of speaking his mind. He let his claws gently scratch the plating of his arm. Optimus gathered his wits soon enough. “I want… I could just pleasure you. I could be gentle, if you'd like.” As if to punctuate his words he turned his chin and pressed his faceplate against Megatron's chassis instead, kissing him there. It sent a shiver down Megatron's spinal strut. They didn't kiss, anything, ever. The cabin was so silent he heard the little wet sound when the kiss ended. “Do as you please,” Megatron muttered. The place on his chassis where the kiss had been laid felt like a spot after a small lightning strike. Optimus's engine hummed, a deep affectionate noise under his thick armour, and he languidly pushed himself on top of the other. His weight was considerable but not unpleasant, feeling no different than his EM field or warmth did, just with extra pressure that pushed Megatron deeper into the mattress. Everything felt suddenly very soft. Then Optimus kissed his chassis again, and Megatron let out a small breath. Optimus kissed him again, and he raised his servos to his shoulders. Optimus kissed him once more, and then more, and more after that, slowly trailing a path down his frame, his lipplates soft and lingering and his servos lazily caressing. Megatron shifted under him to better accommodate him. He tilted his hips a bit and let his legs fall open to let Optimus nestle between them comfortably, and when Optimus finally reached low enough to grasp his hips he felt warm and slightly wound up as if the energy running through him was trying to bleed into Optimus through every point they were in contact. Megatron didn't even notice when his interface panel was pushed out of the way, but he did notice when Optimus pressed his intake against his valve. All Megatron could do was to take a deep invent and shudder. Optimus' intake was wet and heated against him, and his kisses were slow and soft. He pressed his face against the valve and opened his intake, moving his lipplates against the valve lips and letting his glossa press between them, flat and firm and dragging against the mesh. Just like he had promised he was gentle, and now there was a different kind of force behind his movements than ever before. He pressed close with strength and intention, but his movements were slow and calculated, like he was committed to being thorough. Megatron couldn't think too much about it. His processor felt hazy with all the softness and heat around him, and the faint buzz of pleasure was slowly building up into a proper current, flowing and spreading. Optimus pressed his open intake against the valve and let his glossa lick between the folds, teasing against the slit and pressing inside just a little bit before slipping away. Optimus moved upwards, lips caressing and humid air puffing from between them against the sensitive mesh before closing around the anterior node. His glossa tickled the nub while he suckled on it, his lipplates a firm seal around it, and Megatron felt a moan rumbling from his vocalizer. He thought how Optimus was tasting him. He listened to the wet sounds coming from between his thighs, faint lapping noise and wet suckling, and felt himself coaxed and charmed by the deep kisses. His cooling systems demanded more air, and Megatron took long deep gulps of it, panting as he shuddered and rocked in the rhythm of the current. He felt pleasure sloshing deep within him, running through him like liquid and electricity in one form. It was pooling inside him, drowning out everything else. Optimus hummed against him, his servos holding him gently yet tightly and keeping his rocking hips in fluid motion. He tried to push closer still, and it occurred to Megatron that he too wanted him to come closer even though it was impossible. Optimus had his arms looped under his thighs with his servos on his hips and his face firmly pressed against his valve, and Megatron pressed his pedes against the other mech's hips as if he could pull him closer like that. Megatron let his helm fall back and his hips move with purpose. He felt like he was drowning but in the best possible way, hot all over and pried open with great care. His invents were deep, and they turned into low moans when he exvented. He didn't know at which point he had pushed both of his servos between his thighs and cradled them around Optimus' helm, and he didn't care. He felt the current sloshing, foaming, and then overflowing.

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