#megatron i would never deceive you

[soularsss]

point of view

[quixotical-lymbo]

OMG I LOVED YOU ORION PAX FIC (this bot needs more love) can you do an Orion pax x reader, but it’s the reader’s reaction to Orion falling in that hole thingy? (yk at the end of the movie that D-16 dropped him in) like does

1. the reader goes crazy and bets up D-16 ?

2. jumps in after him?

3. cries and says "HE WAS MY FUTURE"

I need to knowwwww (also take some food bc i know you cooking with your fics 🍎🥐🥯🍔🍗🍟🌯🌮) TYY

Pairing: Orion Pax/Optimus Prime x gn!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: What happens when a bot witnesses their conjunx endura die in front of their eyes?  Warnings/Tags: Transformers One SPOILERS, guard!reader, cybertronian reader, mild descriptions of violence. Word Count: 1300+ words 

The first time you met Orion Pax was a blurry moment of rushing figures and yelling. This red and blue bot had a reputation, but you didn't know his designation at the time where you first started your job as a guard. 

Well, you certainly knew all about him, especially after your first run in with the troublemaker making his grand exit through a balcony. Of course, you just had to be making your rounds flying around the perimeter of the building when you were tackled out of the sky and pinned against the rooftop of the neighboring building. Groaning as the mech on top of you sputtered a flurry of apologies. The mech ran away without even offering a servo to help you up. 

The second time the two of you met, you learned his designation from the gossip about a miner always sneaking in and out of government buildings which held old records. You connected the name to the face of the mech you ran into again when patrolling indoors. 

It was…a unique exchange of pleasantries as Orion Pax attempted to sway you out of sounding the alarm. His attempts at distracting you with those flirty glances and sweet words did nothing to stop you from cuffing him and bringing him back to his station.

Over the deca-cycle, the interactions between you two grew warmer as the forced proximity bred an intimacy between you two. 

A conjunx ritus later and the two of you were an odd couple in the optics of Iacon. 

All because you managed to 'catch' the mech of who stole your spark. 

So why couldn't you save your conjunx when he needed you the most? 

It all happened too fast for your mind to react in time, but your frame moved before you could even scream the name out of your conjunx as his battered form dropped into the pit. You rushed forward, cables feeling like they were on fire as you reached a servo out in hopes of grabbing hold of something. Yet, you were too late and Orion was swallowed by the abyss right as something grasped your arms and yanked you away from the edge. 

You struggled to throw them off of you, blurred edges of your vision and the muffled shouts of your name didn't stop you from trying to fly down there—it didn't matter whether or not your spark would extinguish in the process. All that mattered was finding Orion Pax, your best friend, your companion, your everything. 

A voice heavy with grief managed to snap you out of your haze. You glanced over to meet Elita's optics, her face twisted with a pitying look that nearly sent you over the edge–metaphorically and literally. 

"The age of primes has ended....no more false prophets, follow me and you will never again be deceived!"

Cheers broke out from the high guards scattered within the shocked crowd of Iacon's citizens. 

"I will lead us all into the future!" Megatron opened his chassis and replaced the cog in his chest with Megatronus's cog. Purple electrical sparks emitted from his frame as his body transformed into a bulkier form.

"I…am…MEGATRON!" 

"Burn it down…all of it!"

Shots fired from the crowd as Megatron began shooting at the Sentinel statue and the structures surrounding it. 

 

"He's going to kill everyone." 

"We have to stop him-" Elita-1 was cut off as your form rushed past her and headed for the silver mech. Bee and Elita-1 glanced at each other before nodding and hastening after you. 

As Megatron continued shooting his cannon, a pede slammed into the side of his helm knocking him onto his knees. Megatron whipped around to find your fist heading toward his faceplate, he dodged and managed to grab your wrist in time to swing you around like a rag doll. 

Despite having a cog all this time, your frame was still shorter compared to Megatron's—but that didn't make you any less of a fighter. 

"You took him away from me! Your own best friend!" You bellowed and wrapped your legs around his arm to twist out of his grip. You swung your body weight to shift behind him and pummel him in punches. 

"He was your friend! My conjunx…my future….mine!" You grunted as Megatron ripped you off and threw you away. You rolled onto your servos and knees before jumping aside before the energy blast could hit you. The weight of losing Orion hit you all at once as you realized you had just rolled near the place where D-16…Megatron had dropped him. Your optics dimmed as your vision blurred from the rising dust and smoke. Your helm dropped and you couldn't see the massive cannon pointing at your pathetic form. 

"I took down the only thing standing in my way," Megatron sneered. The purr of his weapon charging up became a roar as the light within readied to snuff your spark. "And now? I will make sure you join him along with the rest who stand against me." 

"Not if we have anything to do about that!" Elita-1 charged in and snatched the cannon in time to redirect the shot elsewhere. 

A fight ensued and a multitude of thoughts ran through your processor. Your distraught and grief melded your frame into the floor. The noises and smell of destruction around you all blurred into one as you curled into a ball, wishing to disappear into the same abyss your conjunx had dropped in. 

After all, why continue this seemingly never ending cycle of injustice without the bot who made life worth living? 

No, Orion wouldn't have wanted you to think that way. Nor would have sat there wallowing in his own misery if your spark had stopped beating. He would've fought for you and you…will do the same.

Slamming your clenched servos into the ground you shot up and barreled toward the fight. Snarling as you drew closer and pounced onto Megatron just as he kicked Bee away. Before anyone on the tower could react, something exploded a piece of it and shot up into the sky. 

 

Amidst the chaos, you, Bee, and Elita-1 slid off the dome and landed on the lower platform again. 

Snapping your gaze up you found an familiar yet strange mech donning a similar color scheme to Orion standing before Megatron. 

 

"It can't be…" Bee began.

"It is." Elita-1 finished with wide optics. 

"Orion?" You whispered. 

 

He was alive. Alive. 

 

He was…different. 

 

…he wasn't dead and that's the important part. 

When all was said and done, Megatron was banished from Iacon and Energon returned to Cybertron, cogs being returned to the cogless citizens, you were finally able to have a moment alone with your conjunx now named Optimus Prime. 

His optics shone brightly as they landed on your faceplate. He turned to you fully and stretched his arm to reach you. You eagerly leaned into the palm of his servo, cheek pressing against the warmth of his hold on you. The faint hum of his spark calmed the raging storm within you, allowing your tense cables to ease up. 

"You've…changed." You sighed as you blinked back the liquid in your optics. 

"...so have you," Optimus craned his helm down to hold your gaze. "Come, we have a lot of things to discuss." 

You interlocked your digits with his, reluctant to drift away from him, but his softening gaze and even softer words persuaded you to let go. 

Trailing after the three but sticking close to Optimus's side, you nearly tripped over your own pedes as you felt the weight of his love through the bond. Keeping your expression neutral, you smiled inwardly and returned his affections tenfold. 

Primus, you were happy he was alive. 

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[solar4seekstron]

Transformers One x Reader: Awakening Chapter Six

Chapter Six: I Am Optimus Prime

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Optimus Prime Ending, Megatrons Ending, Elita Ones Ending, B-127 Ending, Bonus+ Deadlocks Ending

Transformers One x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

TW/Tags: Death, the besties are fighting, this divorce is rough man, great ending omg they nailed it, mostly fighting, angst, I think that’s all?

(Oh boy, last chapter here we go. Here the alternate endings won't be until after this chapter. So tomorrow after this chapter comes out will be Optimus primes, Megatron, Elita, and then B. This ending is for if the reader ends up with no one. The alternate endings I will do my very best to put in action and dialogue that the characters will do. Drift yes will get his own ending too because I love him. If you don't want to read his ending you don't have to. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy crying like I have. And having a good morning. Evening. Or night.)

Orion now falling into the planet. Elita reaching for Orion and B held her back from falling in. Y/Ns face was full of shock as their optics were wide.

Staring at D with disbelief. D stands straight and looks back at sentinel who still try’s his best to crawl away.

You could only watch sentinel as you stay stood there, sentinel even reaching towards you as he struggled more. Some of his gaurds appearing to protect him from D.

D would then yell and start running. His optics now bright red. While Orion keeps falling, the spirit of primus lights grabbing him and taking him to the other primes. D continues to fight until he finally has sentinel in his grasp. D would then pick up senteniel over his head and pulls him apart splitting him in two. Elita and B watched. Your cervo over your intake in order to not scream at the horror. Dropping sentinel and opening his chest. Revealing Megatronus cog.

D grabbed and pulled it out with a rawr. Orion now in the presence of th spirits of the 13 primes

“The age of Primes has ended! No more false Profits! Follow me! And you’ll never again be deceived! RISE UP!”

“Orion Pax. Your noble sacrifice for the greater good has proven you worthy in the eyes of primus. He intrusts in you the future of Cybertron and The Matrix of Leadership!”

“I will lead us all into the future.” D roared to the crowd.

D would then open his cog. Removing the current one as he replaces it with Megatronuses which alters his appearance causing him to grow to be as big as a prime. At the same time the same thing happens to Orion as his body is altered after the Matrix is put in his chest and soon his life is is restored

“I. Am. Megaton!!!!”

“Arise……Optimus Prime.”

As the crowd cheered, Y/N has started walking a bit more towards D. He would turn around and see them as he watches them get closer. Y/N struggled

”D you won! We can rebuild Iacon. O-Orions death not in vain as we- you create an army to fight the Quintessons to protect our people-” Y/N has finally gotten close. Their words weren’t a lie although they were wary around him. Megatron was a bit intrigued.

They struggled a bit when coming close. He took note they’re still wounded. Their cervo still over their wound.

Keeping their distance since seeing him drop Orion. D would then take a few steps to them putting his cervos on the side of their shoulders to help them stand straight a bit more. He would stare down at them with farrowed optics and a frown as they catch their breath.

”Not….before destroying….sentinels..empire…” Y/N looks up at him confused. “What?….”

”Stay Down Y/N” He’d then punch them down before turning around to the crowd as Y/N looks at him confused. This making their wound worse.

“Burn it down! All of it!”

Megatron would then start shooting at many towers as thee high guard soon joins him. Elita and B still down there

“All Hail Megatron!!!”

“He’s going to kill everyone!”

“We have to stop him! Come on!”

The two would make their way to Megatron and Elita is the first to grab his canon

“Stop! It’s over!”

“It’s over when every one last of his followers is dead!”

“D stop please!”

He would then grab Elita pinning her down until B stops him fighting with her to stop Megatron. Y/N tries to make their ways round starting up their blaster.

Struggling to stand once more. Wanting to shoot D at the leg to weakin him. But is scared to hurt him more and the others. The three will continue to fight Megatron showing no mercy to them.

As Orion, now Optimus makes his way to the surface. Megatron would then have B pinned down and about to punch him before a large explosion causing Megatron and the others to fall back. It being Megatron and Optimus on the tower as B and Elita land back at their stop below.

Y/N flown back along side Elita and B. B helping them get back up as Elita sees them putting her cervo on their chest and helping them stand you too.

”Y/N!” B said.

”I’m fine” The three look up at the two watching

“Impossible…”

Megatron was surprised then fully standing up.

“Primus gave you the Matrix?”

“We could’ve built the future together.”

“I’ll build it myself. After I tear down everyone in my way!”

The two would then fight. The fight causing them to go almost all over the tower. Elita and B along with the other guards watching and waiting for someone to win.

“We were given the power to change our world and you chose to destroy it. Just like sentinel. You have betrayed Cybertron and its citizens and you betrayed…Me.”

“Go. Take the High Guard and Leave. You are banished from Iacon.”

The lights in Megatrons eyes dim and fades a little. Until returning as more anger shows in his face.

“It didn’t have to be this way…”

“This isn’t over…Prime.”

The two stare at eachother until Optimus stands to the side letting Megatron walk past him. D would look at Elita and B still holding Y/N up. Y/N stared at him but then groan their head going down as energon leaves their wound. Elita giving him an angry expression and B looking at them worried.

D lets out a sort of growl before starting to run

“High Guard! Follow me!”

He would then transform the others following him as they make their way to the surface once more

“A line between friend and enemy is not as clear as I once believed. Once it's crossed there’s no going back because some transformations are permanent.”

*Flashback-

“Hey, Megatronus Prime nice!”

“Oh yeah well he’s my hero-“

“The greatest prime to ever live.”

“I’m D-16.”

“Orion Pax.”

“You ever mine energon before.”

“No, have you?”

“No, I hear it’s dangerous.”

“Well I tell you what. You watch my back. I promise to watch yours.”

“All right. Thanks…Pax.”

*End of Flashback

“A new beginning for Cybertron.”

“And a new leader.”

The three walk up next to him as they watch Megatron and the others leave. Y/N having their arms around the two still before taking their arm off B and putting their hand over their wound. Y/N looking at Optimus with a small smile

“Yes about that. I could use some help from a bot who is better than me in every way.”

“Who me? Oh no no. I have a pretty sweet gig working in waste management.”

“Well Captain I do owe you a promotion. How’s Major Elita sound?”

“How about Commander?”

“Even better. And I’m sorry B but I cannot let you go back to sub level 50. I may be a prime now but I'm going to need you by my side.”

“Are you serious! This is the greatest day of my life! I get to work for the government.”

“And Y/N….how since Airachnid is out of…commission” he looks at Elita who chuckles along with B and Y/N.

“Why dont you become my personal bodyguard? I believe with the four of us. We can win our greatest foe.”

”Yes…Optimus I’ll…” they chuckled “Fight!” They give a sure smile but Optimus smiles non the less nodding to them. Then his chest starts to glow

“Ok so that’s new.”

“I’m sorry, what is happening.”

As the Matrix glowed energon starts to pour behind and around the three and past teh citezins and Optimus rises the Matrix in the air. The energon making its way to the surface causing many of the deers to go to the energon. Then cogs appear from the energon. Going to their destined holder causing them to form to their full form.

Soon the Autobots are running on the surface with determination. Optimus forward and behind him Elita, Y/N and B stay behind but next to his side. All full of determination

“And now we stand here together as One. Proving we all have the power to transform. To become who we were destined to be. To write wrongs. To make our world better because here freedom and autonomy are the rights of all sentient beings. Here all are truly Autobots. This message is a warning to all Quintessons. If you dare to return to Cybertron. The Autobots will be waiting. I will be waiting.”

“I am Optimus Prime”

…….dont look at me I’m trying to not cry rn. 😭😭😭

I hope you all enjoyed sorry this one is shorter but I hope you guys liked it! Tomorrow will be Optimus Prime ending. Hope you guys enjoy it! Have a good rest of your day!

[dancingundermoonlight101]

The times I've thought about you have been plenty. It's a never-ending cycle, for you see, I am falure of a Prime.

Megatron, as you stand before me, blade stabbing through my spark, through the pain and sorrow, I can't help but feel relief. Relief that between the two of us, you are the one to remain alive. With the war over, you having won, I would like to make one final request of you old friend.

Don't kill my comrades.

No matter how much you hate them, what threat they may pose, I beg of you. Leave them alive. It pains me to say, but without me, they won't interfere much with your plans anymore. I can only hope you remember your roots. The kindness and hope for something better your spark held when I was but your archivist, and you, my warrior. It might be selfish to think this in my final moments. But I've always loved you, Megatron.

Perhaps in death, will these feelings finally meet their end.

I love you. I loved you. I never stopped loving you, even in my final moments. I hope to Primus we meet in our next lives and I hope again that it's a much kinder life. One without war or inequality or corruption. One where I can hold your servo in mine without shame. One where you are not Lord Megatron and I Optimus Prime. Leaders of the Decepticons and Autobots respectfully.

Until we meet again in the well of all sparks...

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Megatron glared at the body of the deceased Prime. A dark pit in his spark. A black hole threatening to swallow all its light. He had thought it a good idea to have Shockwave and Soundwave make a machine that would make the last moments and thoughts of anybot visible and audible. He thought maybe he'd see the Prime's thoughts pleading him to not kill his comrades, as well as fear. Something to explain why Optimus in his final moments commed him ".: Spare them:."

Megatron didn't spare them, of course. He was frankly going to enjoy killing them one by one. But they had all escaped.

How bothersome.

He'd find them someday. He's sure of it. And just to spit in Optimus's last wish, he will torture them, too.

The Prime's face in his last moments echoed in his mind. He growled at the useless longing in his spark, squeezing a random object and breaking it.

He still couldn't believe it. Optimus Prime in love with his arch nemesis. How foolish. How stupid. Ridiculous!

Megatron clawed at the chesplates just over his spark. He could not cry, for his tears had run dry long ago. Foolish indeed. This is not what he thought he wanted. Ruling over Cybertron, having cyberformed earth into a second world for his species.. He had thought he wanted it. Now that he had it, Megatron found it empty. His ambitions were gone, no longer did he have a true equal in this whole galaxy.

None would ever be Optimus Prime.

No, he had to set things right. A world without Optimus is not a world Megatron can live with. Where's the fun in getting everything he wants without a little bit of a constant challenge?

.

. .

. . . .

Megatron, a true Decepticon, able to deceive even himself. Primus mused at this. Silly child, went on to kill his other half. This just won't do.

Their short story won't end like this. Primus will not allow it. He Who is Forever Tainted by Unicron, you will live life anew. You shall only know when the time is right, and your debt to Primus has been paid off of what they have done. Do not make the same choices that lead you to make your biggest regret. Make no mistake, this wish is not for you, but for he who is favored by me.

Make the child of Primus, he who was once Orion Pax and later one of Primus's true Primes enjoy a life worth living.

This is your one and only chance. Make it count.

. . . .

. .

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M—

—atr–n

Meg-tron

"MEGATRON!"

Megatron woke up with a jolt. He tried to online his battle protocols, and they hummed loudly, ready to come out. But something stopped him. A servo, two, actually. Each cupped his cheeks and wiped away his tears. He turned to look at the bot whose servos they belonged to and found none other than Optimus Prime. "You're alive?"

Optimus looked bewildered for a moment, he could feel it through their bond. Bond? He felt affection, worry, and love from the Prime.

"I am very much alive, Megatron." Optimus leaned in to press their forehelms together. Megatron's servos easily reached to hold the Prime's waist as if they'd done so thousands of times. Maybe even more than that. "You must have had a nightmate."

"A nightmare.." It seemed so vivid. A world without Optimus, one where he had..

Megatron doesn't even want to think about it. His spark was still beating wildly in its chamber, and he recognized he still felt fear. A few well placed kisses from his bondmate further eased his worries and sorrow that still felt fresh in his processor and spark. Right. He and Optimus were Conjuxed now. Megatron greedily leaned into the kiss, but one small playful bap from his beloved made him huff and smile. Softening the kiss that would have become more desperate had it continued.

Megatron held Optimus for a long moment. His helm burrowed on the Prime's neck, the action mirrored by his other half. Small comforting kisses are being pressed on Megatron's neck along with quiet words of love. Primus, Optimus was a soft fool. But he was Megatron's soft fool.

They had layed back down at one point, still as close to one another as they could be. And they remained like that. Optimus having fallen asleep again at one point.

Megatron knew Optimus was a blessing, he just hadn't realized how much of one he was until he had that dream. No. The fragmented memories of his past life. Megatron had never seen them before, and even now they were hazy. But the feelings had persisted and carried over. He realized this now. It was thanks to them he reacted rather irrationally at many points in this life, but his longing for Optimus to be by his side remained the same. It had just taken a much, much more romantic turn than his other self would have thought.

Megatron had no regrets though. None at all. As he pressed a soft kiss on Optimus's audial, he smiled soft. "I love you." He wispered. He had said it so many times already, yet somehow this felt like the first.

[quibbs126]

Okay, so I think I have some more ideas for that Transformers au, since that was all my brain let me think about during the second half of my shift

It’s mostly just about Megatron and also the Decepticon cause

Okay so first off, I think if I want to make things the way I do, I’m gonna say that the Decepticons are genuinely fighting for equality for Cybertronians, while the Autobots are fighting to maintain the status quo. It’s not necessarily to say all Autobots want inequality, and some are fighting in hopes to build a better future through more peaceful means, but a lot of them don’t really recognize that the system is or was that bad. And there are still bad Decepticons, either those just wanting to cause mayhem or are just looking for a way to better their own status, but a large portion are fighting for change in Cybertronian government

Part of what makes the Autobots the generally dominant force in this conflict is that they’ve got a lot of propaganda going for them and against the Decepticons, including that being why they’re called “Decepticons”. Not everything said about the Decepticons is untrue, they are willing to do less than savory things to achieve their goals if necessary, but the idea that the Decepticons are evil deceivers is largely propaganda

I think in my head, I want the war to be portrayed as an actual civil war and revolution. When we hear about them in history, yeah there seems to be a relatively obvious good and bad looking back, like with the American Revolution and the Patriots and Loyalists, but in the moment, when they happened, neither side was entirely good or bad, and there’s reasons as to why people stuck to one side or the other, because they were people, not entities with a singular shared ideal

The French Revolution might be a more accurate comparison to the Cybertronian civil war, but also I grew up in America so the AR is my big frame of reference and I don’t know much about the FR other than it being semi inspired by the American one and having a lot of execution. But you get what I’m saying regardless

But also if we want the idea of the Decepticons being “evil”, well you gotta probably add some propaganda to explain why that’s how they’re depicted

Optimus is someone who just wants peace and is genuinely a good person, but he was also raised on Autobot propaganda and was never in a position in life where he would have particularly suffered the system (though he probably did still have hardships, I just don’t know what). Throughout this story he learns to see the truth of the matter more

Meanwhile, back to Megatron, the person I meant to be talking about

Okay so I’m thinking that he’s from a colony or city that was at the bottom rung of Cybertronian society, though I haven’t decided particularly what his job was. It might have been a miner and/or gladiator (I’m debating gladiator to have that be a reason he’s high up in rank), but maybe I should do something else

But anyways, I haven’t worked out the kinks in his backstory, but his birthplace was under control of the Autobots, and he became emboldened by the ideals of the Decepticons and their leader (who at this point I might just make Galvatron), and ended up leading an uprising alongside his fellow bots to overthrow the corrupt leadership in their home, and being successful in this attempt. The Autobots were planning to launch a counterattack to reclaim the area, but the Decepticons caught wind of the uprising and managed to get there first, leading to the place becoming Decepticon territory and being under their protection

While not everyone involved decided to join the Decepticon rebellion afterwards, plenty being content to just have their freedom, Megatron decided to join with them afterwards, wanting to bring their cause to even more places amongst the galaxy

Megatron was a powerful bot, and one with a lot of guts and courage, and he has some skill in leading other bots, which led to him becoming a Decepticon commander. He’s also extremely loyal to those who’ve earned his respect

However his main flaw is that he is deeply emotional, and as such has a tendency to let his emotions overtake his logic and common sense, and that’s when he tends to fail and make the wrong decisions. This tends to particularly be a problem because his main emotion is anger

This is exactly why Starscream ends up getting assigned to Megatron as his second in command; Starscream may not be the most upstanding bot, but he’s very shrewd and very flexible with his circumstances, always looking for a way to come out on top, not letting grudges and emotions get in the way of things. Couple that with his extensive military experience and he was considered a good fit for Megatron, with the idea the two could even each other out

Speaking of Starscream, I’m flirting with the idea he may have at one point been an Autobot, but eventually switched sides alongside his squadron, but that’s neither here nor there

Anyways back to Megatron, he tends to judge people based on their character and direct actions rather than their skills and accomplishments. It’s not to say he can’t work with someone who’s highly skilled but an asshole, he just won’t like them

You’d think this means he’d be able to make peace with the Autobot squadron relatively quickly, but he has a deep hatred for Autobots (probably backstory related but again I don’t know the specifics) that tends to override that idea of judging by their character. Over time he also learns to let this hatred of the Autobots go, particularly because of Optimus as he sees the bot is genuinely good and wants to do what’s right

Also with that, I’m thinking he and Optimus have no prior connection, only meeting now at the time of the story. They probably knew of each other, but had no prior personal relationship

So basically they get enemies to lovers instead of the divorce arc. Well I mean, I’m not sure if they end up together, maybe one or both of them have other people they date. But you get what I mean

And yeah, I think that’s about it. I should probably go do homework now in all honesty

[melishade]

Attack on Prime New Age Anthology: Convincing

Main Story

The Message

Investigation

Gabi Braun

Optimus Prime

The Autobots ask Knockout for a huge favor. And for reference for a few things, please read the Cybertron OVA. That will definitely provide you context.

"You want me to do what?!" Knockout screamed at Ultra Magnus as he scrambled to get more energon for Wheeljack.

"Inform the council of the current situation and convince them to lend us the Nemesis!" Ultra Magnus ordered.

"Magnus, there's a lot that needs to be considered here!" Knockout reminded, "Didn't you just pass legislation with them to dismantle the fragging thing?!"

"Knockout, the threat here is extremely dire and we need more resources here and now!" Ultra Magnus declared.

"Well, I need something to show them in order for them to even consider stopping their dismantling of the ship!" Knockout retorted.

"I will send the footage over to you! Just be sure to call the meeting on my behalf!" Ultra Magnus shouted.

Knockout groaned in frustration before storming off. "You owe me big time for this!"

==

Later

"What is the meaning of this, Knockout?" Cyclonus demanded as the council remained seated, "We were just about to end this session when you so rudely contacted us to remain in our seats."

"I know." Knockout raised his servos in surrender. Knockout saw the familiar faces: Windblade, Cyclonus, Cyberwarp, Jazz, and Skybite, but Predaking was not seated on the council, "Where is Predaking?"

"Predaking had matters to attend to with his own people," Windblade explained, "We will debrief him on possible laws and legislation when he returns."

"Well, there is something that Ultra Magnus is requesting you halt," Knockout began as he pulled out his datapad, "He's asking that you halt dismantling the Nemesis."

"Excuse you?!" Skybite slammed his servos on the table.

"Why would Ultra Magnus ask something like that?" Cyberwarp exclaimed in confusion.

"K.O., the thing has been approved by popular demand," Jazz reminded, "Using the parts of the ship to help rebuild parts of Cybertron would make construction go faster. Many Cybertronians are unhoused right now."

"Yes, I understand but there has been conflicting information that has...manifested that Ultra Magnus is trying to...let's say confirm." Knockout swiped to the live feed and displayed it on the screens installed up at the top of the ceiling. The council watched in horror and discomfort at the sight of grotesque and skinless beasts walking around and trampling everything in sight.

"What is this?" Jetfire asked.

"Wheeljack and Arcee got themselves caught up in a massive extinction event and the humans there managed to use the Jackhammer to send us an S.O.S," Knockout explained.

"...I don't mean to sound crass-!"

"Cyclonus!" Cyberwarp exclaimed.

"This world has nothing to do with us! Why are the Autobots needlessly putting themselves in danger for a specific world we have never even encountered?!" Cyclonus demanded.

"Because we have multiple optic witnesses spotting both Optimus and Megatron on the scene!" Ultra Magnus spoke through the data pad. The Commander then adjusted the cameras, and the council saw Optimus on the ground in his previous form, firing at these Colossal Titans to get the humans to safety.

"Optimus?" Jazz sat up from his seat, stunned to see his friend alive.

"Multiple witnesses, you included, stated Optimus Prime had perished, giving his life to allow the Well to work again!" Cyclonus retorted.

"Well he has been active on this world for four years!" Ultra Magnus added.

"Have you managed to confirm that this is Optimus Prime and not a deceiver of any kind?" Windblade asked.

"Mannerisms and actions so far dictate this is Optimus Prime!" Ultra Magnus answered.

"What of Megatron and his status?" Windblade pressed.

"Currently assisting in eliminating this 'Colossal Titan' threat!" Ultra Magnus answered.

"We can't entertain an idea like this!" Jetfire declared, "Optimus, I can't say for certain, but allowing the Nemesis to be in close contact with Megatron! Not to mention the actual justification that we have to provide everyone else as to why the Nemesis is being carted off to another world."

"This world is facing an extinction event!" Cyberwarp pointed at the screen, "Are we really just going to let another species die?!"

"There are many factors to this that we have just been introduced to, but how in the Allspark are we supposed to explain both Optimus and Megatron being alive?" Windblade demanded.

"And working together!" Ultra Magnus added, "Optimus and Megatron are working together to eliminate this threat, and this threat just started running!"

The council and Knockout looked up at the screens above to see the Colossal Titans were running, just as Ultra Magnus had said.

"There will be questions. How will you operate such a massive ship?" Windblade challenged.

"I have some Decepticons that want to be pardoned and work of their time," Knockout chimed in, "Helping stop an extinction event on another world should help clear some of their records."

"I just contacted Predaking! He agreed to assist in eliminating the threat!" Ratchet informed.

"Agreed to-! What did you offer him?!" Skybite demanded.

"We'll talk about it later, just bring the Nemesis!" Ratchet shouted.

The council looked at each other and began whispering among themselves. Knockout waited patiently, but the medic was still rather nervous as to what they would decide. Their talking ceased, and they immediately turned their attention to Knockout.

"Have the Nemesis returned with minimal damage. Ensure the Decepticons you contact have little chance of going rouge. As for Optimus and Megatron, they will be addressed later once the crisis is averted," Windblade listed.

"Thank you!" Knockout immediately rushed out of the council room before activating his comm. link system. "Dead End! Shadowstriker! Want to work off some of your debts?!"

(Well, these are all the perspectives that I've provided for the Guren No Yumiya chapter. Now onto the unknown territory!)

[anon-e-miss]

Belated Confessions

Prowl standing, not sitting, not laying down but standing when Jazz walked into his medroom. His back was bare and his doorwings stripped of their paint. A blanket hung around his waist. The only signs of the lashings Lockdown had dealt him were the glossy strips of freshly knit sentio-metallico. They would all fade soon. While Jazz had been in lock up, Prowl had all but completely healed. He was a little sorry not to have been at his berthside to support him. At the same time, he was not sorry he had rearranged Chromedome’s faceplates, as well as a few other components. In a different time, Jazz would have been dishonourably discharged. He would not have cared then and he did not care now. No one had ever put Chromedome in his place, not in a the decavorns he had been spreading rumours about a commanding officer, mostly because Jazz thought they liked hearing them and at least in part because there had been no discrediting them. The only other mech who had known the truth had been Prowl and he had never cared to tried to silence the cacophony.

Realistically, he probably would not have been able to. The truth may have been the greatest defence against a lie, lies still won when the audience found them more titillating. Hearing Chromedome say Prowl had been found in Lockdown’s “den of pleasure” waiting for the bounty hunter’s return had made Jazz see white. He could have stopped himself before or after the first punch. Every punch had been a choice and a pleasure. Rewind had wailed that Jazz should be charged with attempted murder when Ironhide had given him an orn in detention and ended the matter there. Jazz had perhaps not helped himself when he had replied that if he had wanted to kill Chromedome he would have gut him with any of the thirteen knives he had been carrying. It was the truth, however.

“Was he worth it?” Prowl asked, without turning around.

“An orn in lock up?” Jazz asked, scoffed. “Woulda been worth a decavorn.”

“Jazz,” Prowl made a soft sound Jazz knew was a chuckle. He turned around, holding the blanket crossed over his chassis. Jazz realized them he was completely without armour. “Had it gone through the military court, as it should have, it would have been far worse than a decavorn. All over glyphs.”

“Sorry, Prowl,” Jazz said. “I outta knocked. Didn’t think ya wouldn’t have armour.”

“That whip of his was contaminated with enough detritus that my backplate was better off scrapped then saved. Sunstreaker decided I needed a makeover and he absconded with the rest of it while the plate is constructed.”

“Are ya a’ight?” Jazz asked. He had heard no whispers of an infection, though he had wonder what had been keeping Prowl under Ratchet care.

“I am perfectly fine,” Prowl replied. “Ratchet was concerned I might develop some infection so he has been hovering. All my wounds were superficial. He wanted to save the worst for you to witness.”

“He ne’er thought I’d bring a team,” Jazz said, shaking his helm as his fuel tank churn.”

“He does not know what it means to be part of a whole,” Prowl replied. “And until now, I do not believe I did either.”

“What do ya mean?” Jazz asked.

“Sit with me?” Prowl asked.

“Yeah,” Jazz sat next to Prowl on the medberth.

“I knew you would come,” Prowl said. “I wanted you to come, of course I did not want to remain prisoner to him and then to Megatron. But I was terrified of you coming alone, full of reckless fury. I was worried Smokescreen would be hot on your peds.”

“Y’re mechlin’ threatened to stowaway if I didn’t bring’m along,” Jazz said.

“Are you angry I deceived you?” Prowl asked.

“Not a chance,” Jazz replied. He took Prowl’s servo and squeezed it. “Thank ya for trustin’m wit me.”

“I knew I could not command him,” Prowl said. “Though he has a keen, tactical processor. I knew I could not be impartial. I did not want to command him. I knew he would as safe as he could possibly be in your servos.”

“You raise a clever mech,” Jazz said. “We need more Bots like’m in Ops. His processor’s lightnin’ quick. Got the Empties stirred up to distract Lockdown right when I needed ‘m.”

“He came into my life at just the right time,” Prowl explained. “I had just found out I would be unlikely to be able to create. He gave me something, someone to focus on instead of all the what ifs.”

“‘M so sorry, Prowl,” Jazz crooned and Prowl gave him that soft, serene little smile he had.

“Had I been able to conceive it would have been with Chromedome and that would have been a disaster,” Prowl replied. “It is without a doubt for the best.”

“Why do ya let him slag talk ya to everyone?” Jazz asked. “Wit this history, ya coulda outta’m as the cheatin’ scum he was a dozen times.”

“I have never wanted to share my woes with the masses for sympathy,” Prowl replied. “It was and is none of their business that he was cheating on me the entire time we had been trying to kindle, or that it was Smokescreen who had discovered it. It was and is none of their business he tried to bribe Smokescreen with Syk for his silence.”

“‘M wishin’ I’d hit’m a few more times,” Jazz growled and Prowl shook his helm.

“He is not worth the paperwork,” he replied.

“Ya are,” Jazz said. Prowl looked at him. “Y’re worth more than that scrap e’er will.”

“He will be transferred when he has recovered,” Prowl said, optics lowering slightly. “Let that be enough. Please.”

“I won’t chase after ‘m,” Jazz promised. “He ain’t worth that kinda effort.”

“Thank you,” Prowl sighed.

“When do ya think Sunstreaker’ll be done wit yer makeov’r?” Jazz asked.

“This cycle,” Prowl said. “Hopefully. I would like to get back to work, back tomorrow.”

“Can I take ya out to celebrate when y’re free?” Jazz asked.

“Out?” Prowl asked.

“Out,” Jazz repeated. “Of base. A lil restaurant somewhere. Just us.”

“A date,” Prowl said. “You are asking me out on a date.”

“Long o’erdue,” Jazz replied and Prowl looked at him with wide and bright optics. “Feels like I’ve loved ya for a lifetime.”

“You... love all your friends,” he said, stiltedly.

“There’s no one on the planet I love like I love ya,” Jazz declared. Prowl flushed. “I know ya told Smokey there’s nothin’ between us...”

“Because there is...was... nothing,” Prowl exclaimed. There was a rare look of confusion on his faceplates. “You... you were always my friend. You had lovers here and there but you were always my friend... so...”

“So?” Jazz asked.

“It was enough,” Prowl said, doorwings twitching on his back.

“Prowl...”

“Jazz, do you have any idea how frustrating you are?” Prowl asked. “It made me so jealous to see you go off with other mechs but I did not dare show it. And you tell me know, all this time, you have been in love with me?”

“I got wit those mechs ‘cause I was tryin’ to get over ya,” Jazz sighed. “I took the deployment Treadbolt woulda been better for ‘cause it wasn’t workin’ ‘n I hoped a lil space would.”

“For pity’s sake,” Prowl put his face in his servo as he sighed. “No one gives me helmaches quite like you.”

“So I mighta misread the situation,” Jazz cracked a weak joke.

Prowl scowled as he caught Jazz’s face in his servos. The blanket fell but Jazz did not notice as Prowl kissed him soundly. The shock lasted only a moment before Jazz wrapped his arms around the Praxian and held him close as he kissed him well. He felt Prowl’s soft protoform against his bumper but paid no mind. For vorns he had dreamed of this moment and now that Jazz had Prowl in his arms, he was in no hurry to let him go. Still, eventually they had to separate, if just a little. Jazz pressed his browridge against Prowl’s crest in a Praxian gesture of affection Smokescreen had taught him. There was a cough and Jazz whipped his helm around to see Sunstreaker standing there with Prowl’s new armour. He could feel heat roll of Prowl’s frame as he quickly pulled the blanket up between them and tried to, awkwardly, cover himself.

“It’s about damn time,” Sunstreaker declared.

[bots-and-cons]

I’m on a top gun bender 😂 do you mind writing for tfp starscream, dreadwing, and megatron finding out their human s/o is a top gun pilot after seeing a report on her latest mission on the news. (A mission like the Top Gun Maverick one).

So I kinda read this wrong the first time, I read it as “ I’m a top gun bender” as in like a water bender or an airbender like in Avatar: The last airbender. Which just made me imagine them bending a fighter jet or something, which I found incredibly funny for some reason. I haven’t seen the movie but I do remember seeing trailers about it, I kinda just made up stuff that I thought would fit this so eeeehhh. The Dreadwing ended up very short compared to the other two but oh well

~Megatron~

•Megatron isn’t really interested in what’s going on with humans, since it doesn’t really affect him that much, but Soundwave keeps an eye on what’s going on around the world anyway and reports to him when he deems it necessary

•So when Soundwave happens to catch your mission on the news he of course reports it to Megatron because he recognized your squadron’s jets on the background of the news footage

•Megatron is pretty much in disbelief, because you had never told him about what line of work you were in, and to be fair, he had never really asked

•When you come to the Nemesis the next time, you can basically sense his annoyance as soon as you walk out the ground bridge

•He was there waiting for you and he confronted you right away

•The first thing he asked you was if you were a spy, because now he knew you worked for the army

•He was quite angry and you were a bit scared but you were much more annoyed

•There isn’t really sense in arguing with Megatron, when he decides you’ve done something wrong, he’s pretty difficult to convince otherwise

•It took a while, but you convinced him you were telling the truth, as you were, and he asked “What do you do then?”

•You explained to him that you were a pilot, which got his attention and you didn’t really explain any further

•”So you fly fighter jets?” he asked, now a little bit interested and having pretty much forgotten about his previous doubts of you spying on him

•Megatron was actually quite interested in your work and what you did, so he asked a lot of questions

•He got the great idea that you two could fly together after you were dona talking and while you figured it might be a bit hard to “borrow” one of your squadron’s seekers you agreed

•So one early evening, when it was still light outside, you snuck into the hangar at the base where you worked and off you went

•It was actually quite a lot of fun to fly with someone who had such incredibly over their flying

•Megatron literally is a jet so he has much more delicate control over himself than you ever could over a simple machine

•It’s a lot of fun, and while you do get into a bit of trouble from your commanding officer later it was totally worth it

•You knew you wouldn’t get fired or anything like that anyway, you’re the best pilot they’ve got so they can’t really afford to let you go

•You have to squeeze it out of him, but Megatron also admits he enjoyed himself quite a lot

~Starscream~

•Starscream wasn’t exactly ecstatic when he saw you being interviewed about your job, because that’s how he found out about what you do for work

•He didn’t really even think you could be a spy, that never really crossed his mind, because that would mean you would’ve managed to deceive him and he hadn’t caught it

•There’s also all the stuff about him thinking you would never betray him, because he doesn’t want to think you would ever do that to him

•Aaanyway, Starscream asks you about it when you come to the Nemesis later and you’re like “Oh, where did you hear that? I mean it’s true, but how did you find out?”

•He tells you Knockout showed him a news piece and you’re like “Yeah… that”

•You explain to him what you do and he definitely takes interest when he hears you fly fighter jets

•Starscream is of course like “I’d wager I fly better than you” with a very self assured smirk

•To his surprise you don’t take the bait and just go “Well yeah, you literally are a jet so you should be better at it than me”

•Starscream takes this as compliment, but he still asks if you’d like to prove him wrong

•You’re like “Sure I can try”

•This is all a ploy, because you’re very confident in your flying abilities and just want to lull him into a false sense of security and shock him

•This works quite well and when you go flying with him, he’s shocked by your abilities

•Like the control you seem to have over this machine is so precise and delicate, he’s honestly shocked

•He’s just left hovering there for a moment as you fly off

•You’re talking over the comms but Starscream went silent so you got worried and turned back

•It pretty much turns into a chase and you’re both having a ton of fun, which Starsream would of course not admit to, at least not without a bit of playful whining from you

~Dreadwing~

•You’d told Dreadwing about your job with pretty broad strokes, so he didn’t exactly know what you did, other than you worked for the army

•When he found out you were a pilot he told you he was quite impressed

•He’s always been a bit weirded out by the fact that flying is sort of hard for humans, like on their bodies and such 

•He’s always enjoyed it and he finds it an easy way to clear his head

•You tell him it’s pretty much the same for you, when you’re not on actual missions and are just training I mean

•You actually end up talking more about how great flying is, rather than the specifics of your job

•But Dreadwing is very impressed by your skills nonetheless, especially when he eventually sees you actually fly

[teletraan-archive]

You Are Being Deceived, by Slamdance

Introduction

As an autobot serving under the communications officer and famous broadcaster known as Blaster, I’ve gotten to see some of the best of the cybertronian race. As a war journalist, I’ve also gotten to see the worst of it. And almost all of the worst belong to one of the greatest evils that Cybertron has ever produced. The faction consisting of war profiteers, sadistic warriors, misguided fools and sparkless dictators. The decepticon empire.

As the Great War dragged on and expanded throughout the galaxy, the decepticon propaganda machine has worked hard on their public image. They proclaim to be peace keepers and their ideals are for the people. With enough military might and ruthless action, you too can rise up and defend Cybertron from all outside threats. Any planet’s civilization under decepticon rule that doesn’t agree with the philosophy of Peace Through Tyranny knows better. Entire worlds, brimming with unique cultures and ideas, have either been conquered through force or outright destroyed by Megatron’s thirst for power. The decepticon’s claim that what they do is for a safe and secure homeworld ring hollow as 95% of recourses siphoned from decepticon colonies go into weapons development and warship building, instead of repairing our war-ravaged planet. Throughout their entire existence, they have rewritten history and distorted the truth to fool the uninformed or entice the likeminded.

I write these data logs so that the autobots can show any and all sentient beings what the decepticons really are. My logs will contain interviews, historical data, audio logs, and various other sources that all point to an obvious truth; The decepticons are tyrants, they are here to deceive you, and many are proud of that. To conclude this introduction, I will leave the reader with the last typed words of Kaskade, former senate security guard of the city Tarn turned decepticon sniper:

To Megatron,

Consider this my resignation message. This drastic change in our grand movement has brought ruination to my home city. The decepticons have done terrible things in the name of peace. I’ve done terrible things.

I used to be in full agreement with the cause, back when we were still the ascenticons. Sentinel Prime was turning our whole world into a security state and was preventing our species from helping less fortunate organics. But then Termigax went into self exile and you became our new leader. The things you said in your first speech, the actions you promised to do, they shook me to my spark chamber.

Evidently, my thoughts were in the minority. Veterans of the quintesson war, gladiators that idolized you, even senators bought into the scrap you were selling. The only public disapproval came from the senator under my guard, Hilltop. She was adamant that military conquests would just put a Titan sized target onto Cybertron and our colonies. “We worked hard to amend the damage we caused to the galaxy while enslaved to the quintessons. I’m not going to allow Megatron to throw it all away just so he can live out his violent fantasies!” That was what she said to the press, and I believed her.

One day later, you contacted me directly and told me about you were planning an invasion of Tarn. That you knew I was an ascenticon loyalist and wanted me to assassinate Hilltop. You told me that she didn’t have Cybertron’s best interests in mind. You promised me energon, shanix, and a high rank in the growing decepticon army. Underneath all those promises, I saw the thinly veiled threats against my life. For the first time in my career as a security guard, I was terrified. But now? Now my guilt of killing Hilltop outweighs my fear of you.

Send your loyalists after me, find me yourself for all I care. I’ll never forgive you for laying waste to Tarn and destroying everything that the ascenticon movement was supposed to be.

From, Kaskade.

Not long after Kaskade sent this message to Megatron, a large box of light blue and pink scrap metal was put on display outside of the tyrant’s new throne room. Her message was engraved on the front of the box. While the method of death was never officially identified, most suspect that this was the first kill of the Decepticon Justice Devision.

[lifetimeshipper]

Life's New Adventures and Secrets

Chapter 13

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At the base, the others were having a bit of trouble trying to get Razorclaw into his stasis pod. He had both his feet on the doorway of the stasis pod. He kept insisting that he had no control over his body, "I know it sounds crazy but I'm speaking the truth," the green and red Wolf-Con told them as he struggled to keep himself out of the pod.

"Saborfang wasn't giving us this much trouble," Sideswipe growled as he struggled to push the Wolf-Con inside.

"What do you mean you had no control over your body?" Bumblebee asked him.

"Saborfang was in heat and he pushed a majority of it onto me. I'm able to sense others' emotions and his heat cycle was clouding my mind. Please, believe me, I would never try to frag a mated femme."

"How can he push his heat cycle on you?"

"I could feel his lust, I already had my heat cycle about a week ago. He didn't want to take her alone so he pushed as much lust for her onto me as he could, so much that I felt like my processor was going to explode from it."

"How can we know you're telling the truth? You're a Wolf-Con, your kind lies and deceives."

"Just look at my profile," Razorclaw pleaded.

"He's telling the booth, sleuth, truth, Lieutenant," Fixit stated as he started reading Razorclaw's profile.

"Read me his profile then, Fixit."

"His brother, Saborfang, can absorb electricity and uses it as a weapon. But Saborfang is the more dominant brother, it's saying that Razorclaw was trying to leave his brother when he was arrested for helping Saborfang in a hostage situation. Razorclaw can feel other bots' emotions and at times can't tell if the emotion's his or another bot's."

"Please don't put me back in there," Razorclaw begged, "All my life Saborfang has been pushing his emotions onto me and now I'm finally free from it."

"What do you suggest we do with him, Optimus?" Bumblebee asked feeling conflicted.

Before Optimus could speak another interrupted him, "Did you and your brother do something to Metalsound to make her willing and cooperative?" Thunderhoof asked as he walked up to them while holding Metalsound.

"We didn't do anything to her, I believe it was Saborfang's heat cycle that caused her to be like that."

"Or it could be that she was just really wanting a Wolf-Con's spike," Steeljaw suggested. "She had been trying desperately to get me to frag her ever since I met her, but I never gave in. She only stopped because I got with Strongarm." 

Thunderhoof mumbled to himself as he walked away, he didn't see how the mech's heat cycle could have made his mate willingly have sex with them. He more believed what Steeljaw said.

"Well, since it seems that Metalsound did have sex with them willingly he didn't rape her so we really have no reason to lock him up. Optimus, Megatron, what do you two think?" Bumblebee asks the two older mechs.

"I think you're right, there really is no reason to lock him up. He didn't do anything criminal here and all the crimes he committed on Cybertron that led him to get locked up were all thanks to Saborfang," Megatron spoke as he crossed his arms. "Would you have stopped him if you had the chance?" He asked the small Wolf-Con.

"I would have tried to, but Saborfang can't really be deterred from something he's set on doing."

"We also need to take into account that since Razorclaw had sex with Metalsound he's now her mate, and I know Thunderhoof isn't gonna share his mate," Steeljaw added. "Neither would Razorclaw."

"So, what can we do?" Bumblebee asked, "It feels like at this rate they could kill each other to see who will be Metalsound's mate."

"Shouldn't it be Metalsound's decision?" Arcee asked, "I think it would be obvious that she would pick Thunderhoof."

"Of course, but it won't keep Razorclaw from trying to kill off Thunderhoof if he so chooses to," Steeljaw responded.

"You know I'm right here," Razorclaw growled feeling a little annoyed.

"We're just trying to figure out what to do with you," Steeljaw tells him.

"You can rest easy, I'm not going to harm him."

"Really?"

"Metalsound isn't the first femme we fragged, there are others. But they weren't so willing as she was..." Razorclaw trails off as he looks down at the ground.

"So, you have other mates out there?"

"Yes, but I haven't seen them in a very long time. I'm not even sure if they're still alive." His helm hung low in shame, "The only thing I can remember about them is their screams."

"How many?"

"I don't know, at least a dozen I think."

"Why?"

"Because my brother's lust became too much for me to bear. I tried to push it away but that only made him push it onto me just as much... And I hate him for making me follow those instincts." He growled as he glared at the stasis pod that was holding his brother, "I just wanted a little bit of freedom before going in there."

"Did you guys do it as a group or just you two?"

"It was just the two of us."

"So, you learned how to have a mate and not really need her?"

"Yes."

"It's not a problem then, he's not gonna do anything to Metalsound or Thunderhoof," Steeljaw tells Bumblebee.

"But I can feel the anger he is holding. He's really upset with Metalsound for what she did," Razorclaw stated.

"Well, she did basically cheat on him by having sex with you two willingly. He feels betrayed no doubt," Strongarm states.

"Bumblebee, are Oka-san and Papa back yet?" Emberwing asked hiding behind a shelf. She had caught a new scent and wanted to see who it was.

"Yes, they're back," Bumblebee replied as he walked up to her.

"Can I go see them?"

"Sure," he replied with a smile as he led her to Med Bay.

Strongarm walks up to Arcee, "Is it alright if Nightback spends the night at your place with Seajumper?"

"Of course, I'm sure Seajumper will be happy."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I hope Metalsound and Thunderhoof will be okay. I'm worried about Emberwing though, I hope they can work this out for her."

"Yeah, me too."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Metalsound stared at the ceiling while Ratchet was checking her over, "You're just banged up with dents and scratches that need to be buffed out, but otherwise you're just fine," he said as he walked over to the monitors. "Your systems are clear too, there's nothing out of the ordinary."

"Ok. Thank you," she says as she gets off the berth and walks out. She felt like she wasn't fully there, and she hoped that Thunderhoof could forgive her. Walking over to him she wrapped her tail around his leg and buried her face into his chest, "I'm sorry, Thunderhoof."

I had a feeling something was up when I couldn't connect with you through the bond. I kept calling you and you wouldn't answer. When I saw those Wolf-Cons with you I kept telling myself that they were forcing themselves on you, there was no way you would willingly frag two other mechs. 

I don't know what came over me. I wanted to fight, I wanted to resist them but I couldn't and I don't know why. It was like a primal instinct.

When I arrived at that cave and saw you had your arms wrapped around that Wolf-Con's neck while he was pounding you into the cave wall, not even resisting or fighting to get him away from you, I knew you were enjoying it. And when I heard you actually moaning that just confirmed that you were doing it willingly. I felt a pain in my spark at that moment that I never felt before. Just admit that you wanted it because they were your own kind.

Metalsound got ready to say something but before she could they saw Bumblebee walking over with Emberwing, "Mom, Dad!" She yells as she runs up to them happy to see them again.

"Hey, Ember," Thunderhoof greeted as he hugged his daughter, "Were you good for Predaking?"

"Yep."

"Good. Go hug your mom," he tells her as he places her down.

"Did you fight the bad guys?" Emberwing asked as she hugged her mother. 

Metalsound smiled to hide the pain in her optics as she returned her daughter's hug, "Yes, but I needed Papa's help."

"We took them down," Thunderhoof said with a smile.

"Listen, Oka-san's very tired so I'm gonna need some peace and quiet so I can rest, okay?" Metalsound told her daughter, who nodded in understanding.

"Let's head back to the quarters so your mom can rest."

"OK," Emberwing said with a smile and they headed back to their quarters.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[blueskyscribeupdates]

Secure Own Oxygen Mask

Part 18

As a miner, Megatron didn't have any formal education.

Neither did you.  But you had picked up secondhand knowledge on a wide variety of topics thanks to the nature of your original function.  It pleased you to think that your former masters had been sowing the seeds of their own destruction every time they queued up a broadcast, even if neither you nor they had realized it at the time.

Admittedly you had more breadth than depth of knowledge on some subjects, but you did your best to provide whatever Megatron asked for.

"Soundwave, I would like your opinion on something," he said one day as he poured you a drink. His room was sparsely furnished but private.  "Someone has requested an audience with me."

"Who?"

"A Seeker of Vos.  I would appreciate any insight you might have."

You searched through your databanks, piecing together relevant information.

"Seekers.  Earliest cold-constructs, no variation in mold."  Later, laws had been passed requiring that assembly line bots have at least minor cosmetic differences, so they would not seem so uncanny to the populace.  "Created by Quintessons during the Thousand Year War. Deserted, took over city of Vos, built upward. Isolationists. Rumored to continue scanning original Seeker mold.  Deviant sexual habits include—"

"That is not relevant," Megatron said hastily.  "What I'm wondering if is this bot will be amenable to our cause. I've known a few Seekers in my day—hard workers, humble folk.  But they say Vosians are different.  And this letter, well just look at it . . ."

The paper had a holographic sheen and a weight to it.  The edges were gilt.  And the signature was entwined in so many loops and flourishes you could barely read it.

Starscream.

~*~*~

You awaken for the second time in one night, and this time there is no mystery why.  Someone is pounding on your door.  Since they are also screeching, they are easily identified as Starscream. He would have been your first guess anyway.

You put your arm over your visor for a minute, but Starscream is nothing if not persistent.  At last you get out of bed and answer the door.

"Well, it's about time!  Nice to see how alert you are!"

"Starscream. It is late.  If this is not an emergency–"

"An emergency?  More like a travesty." He jabs a finger at you.  "Giving Thundercracker demerits, Soundwave? Really?!  He's part of my trine!  You have no right to override my authority!"

"Soundwave: officer.  Thundercracker: not. Trine: irrelevant." You are trying to keep your temper, you really are. "If Starscream wishes to discipline Thundercracker as well: feel free.  Query: what punishment would you suggest for his actions?"

"That's . . . I would . . . Well, I wouldn't have given him five demerits!"

"Additional query: are you even aware of the nature of Thundercracker's transgression?"

Starscream's mouth works for a moment.  "Of course!  Of course I know that he . . . did what he did."

You would roll your optics if you had a standard set instead of a visor. "Thundercracker attempted to deceive me to cover up for Nova Storm."

"Nova Storm? What did she–"  He cuts himself off, scowling at you.  "Hmph! Rest assured, I shall take up your insubordination with Megatron."

"Do."

Starscream does not care for this response; his wings hike higher.  "What's this I hear about you giving your little minions weapons?" he says abruptly.

"Training: advisable for all Decepticons."

"Oh please. Your cassette bots may have some minor utility as spies, but what do you expect them to do on the battlefield—hack at Optimus Prime's knees?" he scoffs.  "Well, don't expect me to sacrifice my plating when your gremlins get in too deep."

"Soundwave: would never expect that," you state coldly. "Starscream: does not know the meaning of sacrifice.  Starscream: always eager to push others aside. Starscream: is selfish."

You close the door on his face.  You expect him to shout or, petty bot that he is, issue you demerits.  But there is only a moment of bitter silence before he stomps away.

He is nearly at the end of the hall when he mutters, "If you were more 'selfish', you wouldn't be one down."

You know he didn't mean for you to hear.

Somehow that is the worst of all.

[stars-webcore]

Ok, tell me EVERYTHING about Mully. Or any of your TF OCs

OHH OKOKOK

Mully was a student at the Autobot Academy, specifically to become a soldier. He was abducted right after he finished his first semester and later ended up in the Decepticon ship, and right in front of him was Megatron himself sitting on his throne and looking down at him (sounds dramatic asf but thats how I envision it sometimes lol.) And y'know, he tries to get away and fight his way out of the situation but he was restrained, so basically Megatron had the time and words prepared for Mully and get to him somehow. Admiring his power and passion, and how much potential he has that made him so special. Stuff like that. And Mully wasn't buying it, but then eventually he began to have some belief in his side of the story, explaining how his faction was only trying fight against the Autobot tyranny and simply trying to do things in a peaceful manner if you wanna call it.

Thats really all but I may add more. He does eventually give in and have some understanding with his side, because he always heard how bad Decepticons were and how just ruthless and power hungry they are. But never did he ever or ever wanted to hear the other side. Even though most of what Megatron would say was just part of his deceiving personality, its literally in the name.

Ill get into the others in a later day.....until I finish their stories and the plot of my AU lol. (srry for the late reply-)

[eldritch-araneae]

Random thing: sometimes I think about that maybe "black and white" narrative isn't that bad when it has nuance to it. Because when ppl talk about morally grey characters/narrative it pretty much boils down to "everyone is a asshole" and you have no one to root for. And it's just not fun tbh.

We can have a narrative when characters have nuances and flawed, but in end in most cased is still boils down that one character is the villain even if they're sympathetic. While other one is the hero even if they do some questionable stuff sometimes.All this determined by consequences of their actions and and it's not a bad thing!

Bumblebee is in Sparkpulse can be terrifying and won't shy from murder even if it's the last resort thing he would do bc his goal is help people to thrive together and works hard for it. On large scale he's still a hero even tho he will scare the fuck out of enemies and mess with them.

Megatron in Sparkpulse is passionate and wants to do good, but he s stubborn and he SO wants to be right. He became the easy target for manipulation. Megatron didn't want destruction and all he wanted is to save Cybertron but he never ever stopped to question his actions, question his allies' actions and look around to truly see the damage. So on the large scale he's still a villain even though he was deceived and manipulated.

Meanwhile the most cases of "moraly gray" character writing I saw is just " we gonna make characters do equally bad and good things to make them nuanced!" even tho those actions doesn't makes sense for the character.

[t-cognoscente]

Hi you answered my roommates question so thoughtful and thoroughly I have one you for you as well. Could you explain some of the political ideologies coming out of the Decepticon mine revolution? (sorry if it's called something else). Would you consider Megatron a communist with very questionable means to an end or a fascist using a proletariat uprising to create a sort of ethnostate in what is essentially the transformers holy land.

Answer below

The Decepticon mine revolution actually isn't canon in most continuities. When the Decepticons are given an origin, Megatron is usually just a former gladiator and/or career soldier who wants to rule the universe. I believe the first continuity that made his origins a revolution against a corrupt system was Transformers: Prime, and even then he was still exclusively a gladiator, not a miner. In fact, as far as I'm aware, Megatron being a miner is only canon in the IDW2005 continuity. Even the IDW2019 continuity arguably doesn't stick to this - Megatron being a miner at some point in the past is sort of shoehorned in because of mandates from Hasbro, but it's not really something that influenced him a lot.

Don't feel bad - IDW2005 canon getting confused for universal canon is something that happens pretty frequently. It's hugely popular among nerds like me who are lore-obsessed, so it gets quoted super frequently when discussing what is and isn't canon. Fanfics which borrow details from different canons muddle things even further. This can confuse people who are more casual (read: sane) enjoyers of the franchise.

That said, the political ideologies of the Decepticon mine revolution from IDW2005 specifically formed as a reaction to something called Functionism. Functionism was a political, social and religious ideology present in pre-war Cybertron which stated that a Transformers' alternate mode should determine their place in society. Alternate modes were divided up by caste, and the careers available to you were determined by your alt. If your alt wasn't very useful, was very common, or was a tool to be used by others, you were low-caste.

Megatron was a miner because he was created with a mining drill alt-mode; he never had a say in the matter. Of course, as in real life, mining was an extremely dangerous and exploitative career. Although he was paid a (pitiful) salary, Megatron was effectively a slave, since it was literally illegal for him to stop being a miner. Furthermore, discrimination was disgustingly rampant. Those of a higher caste believed they were inherently more "people" than the lower castes, who they viewed as non-persons and treated as such.

Megatron started out as an anonymous author of political treatises, sowing the seeds for the anti-functionist movement that would eventually name itself after his motto: "You are being Deceived." He didn't become violent, however, until he had an encounter with police brutality. In a nutshell he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and was arrested without probable cause and beaten severely while in prison. This caused him to come to the conclusion that the only way to achieve equality was a violent takeover of the government in which he would instate himself as the autocratic ruler and enforce equality through absolute tyranny. Over time his views became more and more warped by constant violence, and mixed with imperialism and mechano-supremacism (belief that mechanical lifeforms are superior to organic lifeforms). Eventually a well-meaning revolutionary became a despot. But that's s story for a different day.

Now, on to your real question. Whether Megatron is communist or fascist is too complicated to answer if we are talking about all Megatrons as a whole. Therefore, I will only be analyzing IDW2005 Megatron.

I do think IDW 2005 Megatron is a communist. Functionism was a form of communism and he opposed that, however he does believe that the government (himself) should enforce absolute equality between all Transformers.

As to whether he is fascist, yes absolutely. Fascism isn't necessarily communist or capitalist. Fascism is any system of government that is extremely authoritarian, intolerant, oppressive, and aggressively silences any kind of opposition. Megatron 100% fits that description. Also, he spent 4 million years creating a Transformer ethnostate empire and is responsible for several planet-wide genocides. (However, I wouldn't say it's "in the Transformers holy land," since they consider the planet Cybertron itself to be their holy land and the Decepticon empire extends across multiple planets.)

IDW2005 Megatron started out genuinely believing in the proletariat uprising, but slowly lost himself. He is a communist, and a fascist at the same time.

[jeannettegray]

So I'm pretty sure I know how you'd rank MegaStar, but how do you feel about the other big pairs for them (MegOp and SkyStar)?

MegaOp

A+: OTP

A: I love it

B: It’s really cute

C: Not a bad ship

D: I’m neutral on it

E: I don’t really like it

F: NOTP

N/A: I don’t know the ship well enough

I used to like it because, you know, enemy-to-lovers, what's not to love :P

But I started getting increasingly frustrated with it when not just Fandom, but also Canon, started characterising Optimus as a complete fucking moron who should never be allowed to lead a pony let alone a revolution, for its sake.

Example: in MTMTE, Optimus lies to his own men about depowering Megatron, to make them agree to travel with him (when they most certainly would NOT agree if they knew that Megs could still snap them in two with his pinky, the only reason they agreed was that Op reassured them they could subdue him if he started killing again).

He deceived and manipulated people under his protection, who trusted him as a friend and an officer, to get stuck on a voyage with somebody who has a bodycount of literally 100 billion, all because the guy pinky swore he was good this time honest! (pls disregard the many times in our history I pretended to be good and then backstabbed you and murdered a shitton of people in very painful ways :3)

It's nothing short of a miracle that Megs really was being sincere this time. Op played Russian roulette with the lives of his oblivious men, not to mention their first chance at peace after 4 million years of war. And he's never taken up to task for it. Prowl is treated like a paranoid asshole for going "PRIME WTF???"

So, yeah. I could like MegaOp in G1 because G1 Optimus did not seem willing to throw the revolution under the bus just to help his ex. But since then...

SkyStar

A+: OTP

A: I love it

B: It’s really cute

C: Not a bad ship

D: I’m neutral on it

E: I don’t really like it

F: NOTP

N/A: I don’t know the ship well enough

It's cute and has a solid foundation in canon. The main reason I'm not particularly excited about it is that 95% of SkyStar fics are fluff, and I really hate fluff.

[magicalbuffalotransformerman]

(alright bet)

[A lumbering machine strapped with a sharp suit lay itself upon a chair - one of those comfy semi-couches, tired and aching from forgetting to sand down his armor. He'd not bothered to meet up with his nemesis Kellska in eons, assuming he'd killed them 5 cycles ago.]

[As the waiter passed by, however... he realizes he'd been had.]

Kellska: Ah, the Tyrant! Been a while, ye old bastard! How's the legendary status treated ya?

[Tyrant had been in no mood for games since the loss of his son the year prior, but today he decided he'd entertain his long-time nemesis.]

[These two go way back, about 500 cycles of history that neither of them remember clearly. Think of Kratos and Megatron, but if the two were in a thriller comedy; that is effectively Kellska and Tyrant's dynamic. Two horrible creatures, duelling half for fun and half for glory.]

[Anyway.]

TYRANT: ...DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME? KELLSKA DEATHWRANGLER, IN THE FLESH. I THOUGHT I KILLED YOU FIVE CYCLES BACK, EH?

Kellska: HAH! Oh, you wish. Yae'd be surprised how efficient me scientists are ae healing battle damage. Now,

- [Kellska takes a seat, across from the Tyrant.] -

Kellska: Whadderye buyin'?

[Tyrant considers the menu ahead of him... barely.]

TYRANT: HELL, I COULD GO FOR A CHAI LATTE RIGHT ABOUT NOW.

[Kellska - though imperceptible - grins from beyond their helm. It'd been a while since someone had the balls to buy one of Kellska's chai lattes. They say the sweetness kills. They say Kellska doesn't know how to prepare a chai latte properly. Frankly - Tyrant can't taste anything anymore, why would he care?]

Kellska: Horrible choice! Aye'd be more than happy t' serve you, jus' know- waie... Yae don't know the reputation my chai lattes have, do ye, Ty?

TYRANT: JUST GIVE ME A FUCKING CHAI LATTE, PLEASE.

Kellska: Aye... no need for volume, eh, lad? Ye got it.

[Kellska disappears into the employees-only center of the Killer's Lounge, a bit soured from Tyrant's attitude.]

[Tyrant hadn't had the patience for reputations of drinks after what happened last year.]

[Picture this. You're stuck in jail after committing an apparently heinous crime -- you killed an oppressive president. You're of two minds of your situation; You couldn't care less about getting stuck in jail, but your son? He still needs guidance with certain things like taxes and interacting with people without cold-footing away from everyone. Naturally, you're worried about him. He writes to you weekly, when he finds the time to inbetween his schooling and part-time job. All seems well.]

[And then, a week before you're to be released? "{NAME REDACTED}, alleged child of the infamous Tyrant, has been found dead on Highway 17 after being run over by a semi truck carrying a broken down bulldozer." You can't hear anything else of the news in the corner. You can't hear anything. The pain is too unbearable, even after your many eons of needless violence.]

[...So yeah, the Tyrant isn't in the highest of spirits.]

[Kellska returns with the Tyrant's order, placing it on the table ahead of him. Their curiosity gets the better of them, inquiring into the psyche of the Netherbulian in the seat parrallel to their own.]

Kellska: What's with the outburst, Ty?

TYRANT: HAVE YOU EVER BEEN HOUNDED BY PEOPLE ON THE STREET BECAUSE OF THE LOSS OF A LOVED ONE?

Kellska: ...ah. This be about your son, then. I can't say I understand, 'cuz me own daughters don't bother to call anymo'. Ah'm convinced they think I'm dead, frankly.

TYRANT: THEN WHAT'S STOPPING ME FROM TURNING YOU INTO A TINY PILE OF MUSH AND RUSTY OLD SCRAP?

Kellska: Please, mate. Here ah thought we were through since my death, but appa'ently you haven't moved on. Gimme a window into ye mind, here.

TYRANT: TRUTH BE TOLD, I FORGOT ABOUT YOU EVER SINCE I KILLED YOU. I HATE STARING AT YOU, KNOWING YOU HAVEN'T GIVEN LESS OF A SHIT ABOUT ANYTHING AND LOOKING AT MYSELF WITH MY DESPERATION TO GO BACK HOME. I WISH YOU STAYED DEAD. I WISH YOU NEVER EXISTED. GOD, I WISH I NEVER MET YOU. YOUR-

Kellska: You, mate. Not me.

[The Tyrant regains a bit of composure.]

TYRANT: [He groans to himself.] MY APOLOGIES. THE WEIGHT OF HIS DEATH DROWNS ME MOST OF THE TIME. I JUST NEVER... THOUGHT I'D EVER BE GONE FOR LONG ENOUGH TO BE UNABLE TO BE THERE FOR HIM WHEN HE NEEDS IT MOST. IT HURTS, KNOWING I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING TO... [He growls under his breath.] I MISS MY SON, KELL. I MISS HIM A LOT.

Kellska: T'is alright, mate. You'll recover, I'm sure. Aeh, ye have been pushing through threats for thousands of cycles now, I guess I've never had the chance te ask what your end goal is. Mind if I indulge?

TYRANT: DOES 'GO HOME' RING A BELL?

Kellska: Ah, ye already said-! [Kellska laughs to themself.] Soz, mate, my ears are utter shite these days! [He sombers up a bit.] How long have you been... searching foah Netherbulia for?

TYRANT: FOUR THOUSAND, ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY SIX CYCLES. EFFECTIVELY THE LENGTH OF MY CAREER, LET ALONE MY EXISTENCE.

Kellska: Mmm. Ye should try looking up the latest astronomy news, mate. They might have a lead.

[Tyrant hadn't expected a hint from... a nemesis, let alone this one. He blinks, staring into Kellska's helm at a loss for words.]

TYRANT: A-

Kellska: -'m not lying to you. Trust me, mate. Go online, check it out, get back to meh if ye feel like it.

[Kellska hears someone else call for a waiter across the restaurant.]

Kellska: Enjoy your chai latte, Titan 'o' Time.

[The Tyrant's eyes fall to the liquid in the cup that lay steaming upon the table.]

...

[The Tyrant may be able to go home after all.]

You’re immortal, and have passed the ‘hero’ phase centuries ago. You enter a small coffee shop one day to find that it’s owned by your millennia-old arch-nemesis. You really, really just want a chai latte though.