#newspark Sam

[tiptoesnose]

I’m trying to get back into drawing! Uhhhh… robots are hard, probably should not have started with them? I looked at sooooo many different transformer designs and landed with this horrible amalgamation of bots. This is supposed to be Sam as a bot after Mirage gets ahold of him in my fic A Doll That Will Even Say ‘How Do You Do’.

Optics, hands, and legs really threw me off, so if anyone has tips pls share <3

[thicctails]

Spoilers for a possible scene in By the light of ghost stars BC I was thinking thoughts last night. Mind the tags!

Primus meets his first humans :)

haha i gave the funny robot god trauma.

[In this scene, I'll probably make it so that Sam hasn't gotten his alt yet, only his bot form. He'll get his alt when the Primal Rage kicks in and Primus decides he needs a more aggressive form]

When I initially decided to make Sam become the new vessel of the AllSpark, I already knew that it would create problems, both physically and mentally, for him. Being forced to give up your humanity at the whim of some ancient deity is no picnic.

However

I realized that it would be very interesting to see Primus face repercussions for possessing and changing Sam (although he didn't have much of a choice). Yes, Sam's body has been changed to be more inline with what he creates, but Primus has never really experienced a regular, mortal form.

Primus has been an untouchable god to his creations, and despite his dormancy, he has always been revered by his creations. None of them would ever wish him harm, and they didn't know that the AllSpark was, in a way, Primus, when they launched it into space.

While he knows who Sam is (he's had months to study him while he brought him back and changed his body) and he knows that he's on a new planet with some of his creations, he really hasn't been aware of what has been going on since he got launched out into space, away from his body. He knew that there was a war, but he didn't know how bad it had gotten until he realized how many sparks had returned to the Well upon awakening when Sam did. As a result, he immediately set about gestating a batch of newsparks.

Despite being awake, Primus didn't actually get to experience the world until he took control of Sam after he got knocked out. Primus has no idea that he's not in good company, and since the only human he's had experience with was willing to sacrifice anything for his last Prime, he mistakenly believes that all humans are good. He's never been attacked directly, never experienced fear. He doesn't pick up on the danger until a set of harpoons sink into him and hold him down.

Primus might be a god, but Sam is not, and Primus is in his body. He panics, overwhelmed by the new, negative senses, and the researchers manage to get his gestation chamber open and extract one of the newsparks before he realizes what's happening.

While the humans don't understand what they're holding, Primus does, and he's furious.

Primus doesn't trust humans easily after that.

[witchofthesouls]

In the Bayverse feral human carrier au, I really love the idea that Optimus carries you around on his shoulder.

Cybertronians are able to shift their frames on a micro-scale level, so he's able to produce a contained area with enough holds and comfortable for you to rest. Plus, with your newfound enhanced body, your grip strength has been greatly enhanced and you unconsciously manipulate your own electromagnetic fields to produce a magnetic effort to stick in place.

(Optimus thinks that you know that you're doing that, so he gets later confused when you complain about losing car keys to a rental car, so that's another conversation that happens.)

It keeps you and everyone else out of trouble because of the effects of bridging the human lizard brain and Cybertronian feral-protocols. You're basically a living detector for Cybertronians, while the nearby mechs can't help but be keenly aware of your pinging distressed presence. This keeps your hyperactive fight-or-flight reaction under control, and gets the other mechs to back off since Optimus essentially wrangles and modulates your and newspark's fields -it calms the instinct to flee the vicinity or make a mean attempt to swim away from the Diego Garcia base.

(On a side note, Sam tried to perch on Bumblebee as well, but nearly pancakes himself because he doesn't have magnetic abilities. Mikaela has it recorded.)

[ao3wasntenough]

Anon again, I love all your versions of cybertronian sam and the little scenario snippets. Fr glad I found your page. :00 especially like the mini bot Sam with prowl and Sam being a jet ngl the chaos is perfecto. Pfft thanks for answering my previous chatter.

Do you have any cybertronian Sam fics or ones you recommend?

Mini bot Sam is one I’m excited to explore and create Sams dynamic with other bots! And what other Cybertrionians would think or react like to not only a mini bot /minicon but a human turned minibot, the mini bot lore has as many options and origins as big bots but even with whatever notion I go with it would rely a lot on The bigger bots knowledge and emotions around the ideas of mini bots and their “role” . I feel like Sam from human to mini bot so badly wants his role in everything and being a mini bot makes it easier for some bots to bridge that gap for him

Recommendations

Conceptions of self , my most recent reread and hands down one of the best at giving you more time with Sam and other bots!! Made me enjoy the idea of Sam and Prowl and where I could explore more

Newspark has some easy short one shots for a fun happy time, I found the second one in the series my favourite

Crossroads Converging in a paradox , Pax Cybertronia , and Antebellum are juggernaut of Sam and cybertron world building and pack a lot into their narratives that should take awhile with

And Tilt is one of the two I consider the most drastic with the concept of Sam transforming? Definitely read tags and warnings for all recommendations but Tilt specifically pushes Sam and Bumblebee especially. Really fascinating read and it’s like on the harsher edger reality and difficulty that would come with something like changing into a completely different life form and life expectancy. be warned it’s one of the heavier stories

Ao3’s bot!sam or cybertrionian tags are the easiest way to browse though few gems in groups on fanfiction net

[mrowsters]

Well, i dont have all the answers but i really think it depends on which iteration of transformers you wanna pull from to compare to Transformers One. I have some I know about as well as some speculation as to what Orion could have meant below the cut. (I got a bit carried away. Im sorry in advance) i hope it helps tho! :3

Bayverse Transformers (the movies) have all life come from the Allspark, which holds literally all life and knowledge of the planet. (Which is why Sam goes a bit insane when he touches it). This includes anyone who lived and anyone who will ever live as a Cybertonian. A bit catch-all relic, really. That is why it's such a big deal in the movies. It has the knowledge to revitalize Cybertrons people, to create new life (ie sparklings, or baby transformers) and to restore the planet itself. The Allspark, in this iteration, creates sparks, thus creating new transformers from the planet itself. From what i understand, transformers don't come out lookin like lil baby blobs but rather fully formed bots who come up from the Well of the Allspark.

In the IDW verse we have this scene from Cliffjumpers spotlight in "Transformers Galaxies Vol. 6"

This is just me pulling from my own collection here. Im sure there is a more detailed description of how bots were "born" but here a bot comes from the planet itself. (You can see here that they throw a huge party, but ehh, not for Cliff 😔) Now, im not sure if an artifact is involved with the creation of bots in this iteration or if they simply come from the well. I'm still learning and there is a LOT of ground to cover.

It is standard though, that a "sparkling" gets a mentor(s) which we see with Gauge, Greenlight, and Arcee in Transformers Galaxies vol. 7-9 and Transformers A Bold New Era issue 18. The basic premise is these Mentors guide the sparkling in life until they reach a certain age. (Sidenote- i recommend these they are very good if you want to see mentors and sparkling relationships).

This isn't something that was done in Transformers One. Which was surprising to me personally because, how the hell are they gonna learn what they need to know? Until we have more information, I'm assuming they are trained after they emerge from the Planet, (however they do so, but I'll get into that in a minute), and the rest is just from institutional knowledge from their fellow miners.

Here, in this reprint of the Gen One comic i was able to get my hands on they say life came from "interactions with naturally occurring gears, levers, and pulleys that miraculously brought forth sentient beings."

Now, full disclaimer here, I'm very new to Gen 1. So this is all I feel confident enough to say since I'm still learning about the series itself. ( I just finished season one of the Gen1 cartoon yesterday:3). But it seems that here it was pure chance. But again, take me with a grain of salt.

I believe sparklings come from the Well in Transformers Prime, but I haven't rewatched that series yet. From what I remember, they come from Primus -> to the Well -> then emerge in the temple (surrounding the Well) into Cybertronian society. But again, please fact check me its been a minute. But basically, once their planet died so did the chance of having any new sparklings come from the core of the planet. No energon means no Well, which means no new sparks.

This is a theme you seen often in Transformers. Cybertonians are intrinsically tied to their planet, so when the war kills the planet it also signs the death warrant on their species since they themselves come from the planets core, (which in most iterations is Primus but thats another bag of beans).

Transformers One doesn't give us a lot to work with when it comes to definitively saying where newsparks come from but it Does give us clues.

I think the biggest clue we have is the relationship between the Matrix of Leadership and the Well where energon flows throughout the planet. Orion and the miners, and presumably others, were all forged while the Well was dry because the Matrix was missing. This means that no new sparks are tied to the Well. Or more aptly, energon does not have to be flowing from the Well for Newsparks to form. Now, newsparks are still tied to the planet, most definitely, because they rely on energon to survive, etc, etc.

Another clue is the archive Orion breaks into. It states the Primus forged the 13 primes and such. Its been a minute since ive seen the movie, but they are most likely stating this as a literal fact. Primus most likely did form the Primes with his own two hands.

Now from here on out is where I speculate as to what "born" may mean. That being said, it is likely that within the lore of Transformers One that a holy site, (like the Great Pyramid above), tied to Primus is where newsparks are "born." It is likely, based on context clues, that Cybertronians believe they were also forged by Primus himself, and thus "born" from the spark of Primus (aka the core of the planet we see when Optimus is revived) -> maybe pass through a (currently) unknown relic -> to a temple -> released into society

I, personally, believe newsparks spawn at a site within Iacon. Let's call them Hotspots, where they emerge from the heart of Primus, are assigned a mentor, and then free to live in society.

What Sentinel did was go into these hotspots, no doubt a sacred and holy site where sparks are first lit, and took, randomly (i hope), the transformation cogs of sparklings yet to be "onlined" (or born) from the core of the planet.

I suppose a more literal translation from Orion saying born would be him saying Onlined. The very act of their sparks being lit, how we dont know as of yet but presumably from Primus' hand like the Primes, and emerging into Iacon is the act of "birth" he is referring to.

Another sidenote-

Another thing that seems to have taken a major blow is the lack of mentors seen in the movie. The miners, mostly if not all newsparks, have no mentor to tell them right from wrong. Which makes them extremely easy to control which Sentinel took advantage of.

I'm hoping to see older bots (aside from our dearly departed Alpha Trion. RIP) come into play in the sequel. That is, if they aren't all killed by the Quintessons or Sentinel's reign in Iacon.

Also, this is barely scratching the surface. There are a lot of ways Transformers come into being throughout the franchise. (I know i missed a ton). A good bet, though, would be that Transformers One will go for a mixture from the older iterations and make something new from it. I'm kinda excited to see where it goes, honestly.

Okay, Transformers fans, I need your help with a question that has been plaguing my mind since I watched Transformers One:

How are Transformers made?

Optimus at one point claims they're "born" but what does that mean? Does it literally mean pregnancy or is it a Blue Sky's Robots situation where they're made in factories or something?

To my knowledge we don't see child transformers on Iacon so that makes the most sense but I'm still not fully sure because I've heard in other Transformers series that there are half-human-half-Transformers out there so how the hell does that work?!

[always-arabis]

Chapter 13: Teaser

Sam was shivering in earnest by the time they reached the atrium. His arm throbbed with every beat of his heart, and when he lifted the cold compress, he could see that his skin was red and wet-looking. He swallowed against the taste of bile as he pressed the compress back against his burns.  

“Are you going to vomit?” Knock Out asked, matter-of-factly.

Sam took a fortifying breath before shaking his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Are you certain?” Knock Out asked, turning onto the atrium ramp, “I can sub-space a kidney dish. I’d rather not clean energon and the contents of your stomach out of my interior.”

Sam fixed the dashboard with a wry look. “I’m sure. Thanks, though. Your concern is touching.”

Knock Out scoffed, but the sound was lacking its usual derision. They made their way up the ramp, past the third deck, before turning down the wide corridor in the direction of the mess hall. Sam was so distracted by both the pain and his embarrassment that he never even noticed Ratchet’s ire until Knock Out pulled to a stop in the medical bay. The Chief Medical Officer was standing with his servos planted on his hips and a furious expression on his face.

“Ohmygod.” Sam managed, staring through the windshield in sinking dismay, “He’s going to kill me.”

“Would that I could.” Ratchet snapped, rapping Knock Out sharply on the hood, “Get out.”

The Aston Martin popped open his door without protest, and Sam climbed gingerly out of the seat. The door snapped shut behind him and, as soon as Sam stepped away, Knock Out transformed into his bipedal mode. Sam was momentarily distracted from the coming Armageddon by the sound of engines rumbling in the corridor. He half-turned, glancing over his shoulder as Bumblebee, Hot Rod, Bluestreak, and Hound rolled into the hangar. The four alt modes were noticeably damaged, with dents and scratches in their usually pristine metal plating.

“You four find a berth. I’ll deal with you in a moment.” Ratchet growled.

Sam turned back around, slanting a hesitant smile up at the irate medic.

“Hey, Ratch.” He tried, “Have a good recharge?”

Ratchet did not deign to answer him. Instead, he crouched down, gathering Sam up in his servos and straightening to his full height. Despite the cold fury that was radiating off the wizened glow at the edge of his mind, Ratchet’s actions were considerate and gentle. He crossed the room to the berth filled with human-purposed medical equipment and deposited Sam directly onto the hospital bed. Sam leaned to the side, looking past Ratchet to watch as Bumblebee climbed onto a nearby berth. The yellow scout’s expression was unreadable, but his movements were stiff and pained.

“Of all the pit-blasted idiocy.” Ratchet groused as his holoform materialized on the berth, “I’m going to enjoy writing up each one of you.”

Sam glanced back at the medic, a frowning turning down the corners of his mouth.

“It wasn’t their fault.” He protested as the holoform stepped up to his bedside, “Crossblades started it.”

“Crossblades is a conniving little social climber.” Ratchet bit back as his holoform snapped his fingers impatiently. Sam obediently extended his burned arm, which the holoform grasped by his wrist and elbow, rotating the damaged appendage so that Ratchet could get a better look, “But it was your bonded that threw the first punch.” From his perch on the nearby berth, Bumblebee whistled something angry and sharp-sounding. Ratchet turned around, pinning the scout with a withering glare. “Be silent or I’ll use your vocoder as a paperweight.”

Bumblebee narrowed his optics, but otherwise he did not respond. The tension was interrupted by First Aid and Meltdown who appeared from the back office, each carrying a crate in their servos. The two medics crossed the room, First Aid going to Bumblebee and Meltdown going to Hot Rod. The cavalier was lying supine on the berth, and for the first time all evening, he wasn’t running his mouth. Meltdown whistled something to Knock Out and extended the crate he was holding towards him. The medic inclined his helm in response, accepting the crate and setting it on the berth beside Hot Rod.

“You have first- and second-degree burns over most of your arm.” Ratchet rumbled. “It will need to be bandaged.”

In an effort to lighten the mood, Sam cracked a lop-sided smile up at the medic. “Just like old times, huh?”

Ratchet fixed him with a glower that could have flash-frozen molten lava. “I don’t want to hear another word out of you.” When Sam opened his mouth to protest, the holoform squeezed his uninjured wrist in warning, “Not. One. Word.”

“Now, now, Ratchet. It’s not as serious as all that.” Meltdown chided, coming to stand beside Ratchet’s bipedal mode, “It was a bit of youthful mischief that went awry—no lasting harm done.”

Although Sam was thankful for the intervention, he still couldn’t look Meltdown in the eye. The memory of what he had walked in on earlier that day was burned into his brain like it had been branded there.  

“I will thank-you to keep your opinion to yourself.” Ratchet rumbled coldly as he started arranging medical supplies on the overbed table.

Meltdown sighed theatrically, and a moment later, a holoform materialized on the opposite side of the bed. Sam started in surprise—he was older, perhaps late fifties with dark hair that curled about his ears. Like Ratchet, his eyes were steel blue and his hair was shot through with gray. Unlike Ratchet, however, his holoform was dressed in a button-up shirt and slacks, rather than military fatigues.

“I can take over here.” He said, picking up the bandages that Ratchet’s holoform was arranging to his liking, “Knock Out will need your assistance replacing Hot Rod’s secondary fuel-line.”

Ratchet stiffened in anger, but Meltdown just gave him a small, knowing smile. “I’m his secondary care provider, am I not? This will give me the chance to work with him. Go on—your newspark will be fine.”

Sam glanced from Meltdown to Ratchet, waiting for the inevitable explosion. To his surprise, however, the two CMOs stared at one another for a weighted moment and then Ratchet gave a stiff nod. Sam’s eyebrows climbed all the way to his hairline as his Creator turned around, crossing the room towards Hot Rod. First Aid whistled as he approached, gesturing meaningfully to Hot Rod’s abdomen. Ratchet rumbled back, before taking his place next to the field medic, obscuring Hot Rod from view.

“May I have your arm?” Meltdown asked, pulling Sam back to himself. He glanced over at the holoform, who was holding a nondescript tube in his hands, “I need to apply an ointment and then bandage your burns. It won’t hurt.”

Sam nodded faintly as he extended his arm towards him. Meltdown murmured encouragement, before pulling the overbed table up to Sam’s chest. The medic worked on applying a thin, clear gel to the worst of his burns. It was cool and left a pleasant numbness in its wake. When he finished, Meltdown set the ointment on the overbed table and picked up a roll of gauze. The holoform glanced up, meeting Sam’s gaze.

“Did you have fun?” He murmured.

Sam blinked, taken aback by the conspiratorial note in his voice.

“Yeah.” He said eventually, “I really did.”

Meltdown’s eyes creased with a fond smile. “I’m glad.”

[beareroftheallspark]

About Alison (Mobile Version)

Full Name: Alison Jane Witwicky,

Titles: Bearer of the AllSpark, Director of the Cyber-Organic Treaty Association (COTA), Adalheid Prime.

Age: 23

Gender & Sexuality: Cis female, Lesbian/Homoflexible

Nationality & Race: American, Caucasian (FC: Lyndsy Fonseca)

Residence: Autobot City, Little Cybertron, Earth

Family: Ron and Judy Witwicky (parents) ~~ Mikaela Banes (Wife (Main Verse)), Bumblebee (Husband (Main Verse))

History: Alison was once an ordinary Transformers fan from the year 2014, waiting for the chance to see Age of Extinction with her friends, when she finds herself waking up in the place of Sam Witwicky, the morning of the day he got Bumblebee. Deciding she can’t let the movies follow the course they did, she changes the ending of the Battle of Mission City, merging with the AllSpark herself instead of using it to kill Megatron, and becomes the Bearer of the AllSpark. Afterwards, she is appointed as the Director of the cybertronian-human relations organization COTA, learning how to be a leader, as well as control the powers the AllSpark gifted her, and change the timeline enough to save the cybertronians from the fate that awaited them in Age of Extinction. During this time, she also starts a relationship with Mikaela, and later they add Bumblebee into it, forming a trine.

After five years, she succeeds in her goals, defeating the Fallen, stopping the spacebridge from destroying Earth, gaining the title Adalheid Prime, and marrying Mikaela and Bumblebee. But fate or accident decided to mess with her, when an accident sends her careening through the multiverse.

Bearer of the AllSpark: As Bearer of the AllSpark, Alison has powers and consequences that Sam never did in the movies.

Alison is the Bearer of the AllSpark, but She is not just an incredibly powerful object. The AllSpark is sentient, and resides in the back of Alison’s mind, sometimes physically taking over Alison’s body to speak or perform an action. Usually the two can work together, but sometimes butt heads (metaphorically).

Alison is marked as the Bearer by patches of white skin. The largest ones cover her hands and forearms to just past her elbows, and a large sunburst on her chest that extends to her collarbone. She also has a few on her legs, and a quarter-sized patch on her right cheek. This is from her bonding with the AllSpark, which caused her to be burned and healed almost simultaneously. She also has a band of AllSpark blue around her pupils, which grow to cover her entire iris when drawing on the AllSpark’s power. After the restoration of the Matrix of Leadership, she gains a silver brand in the center of her chest of the primal vernacular glyph for “AllSpark”.

Alison is able to heal cybertronians by calling upon the AllSpark, though doing so too much too fast will drain her. She can also upgrade and repair technology, but can not create newsparks, and this ability is limited by the tech’s materials

She has an advanced self-healing, to the point that scrapes and most cuts are gone within minutes, while more serious injuries are repaired within a few hours or days.

She is able to read EM fields of cybertronians, and has one of her own that can be read.

Alison can read and absorb information from texts very quickly, digital and physical. Thankfully, the AllSpark lets her read fiction novels at a regular pace.

She has two forms of attack from the AllSpark; EMP bursts that can extend about ten yards in the direction she chooses, and energon globes she can blast at enemies. The energon globes are her more powerful attack, but she can only use three at a time, before she needs to consume more energon, or wait three days to recharge the power.

She has a body armor crafted for her by Wheeljack and Ratchet, and after restoring the Matrix, it is upgraded to include wings and a jet pack so she can fly by channeling the AllSpark’s power to it. This is generally left for important battles and training.

With great power comes drawbacks, and Alison has them. She needs to eat a diet comparable to that of Captain America to keep up with the energy consumption of the AllSpark. She also doesn’t sleep as long as normal humans, which is a positive and negative. As well, extensive use of her powers (or just use of her wings) makes her exhausted, and while drinking energon can keep her going for a while, she’ll end up crashing out for several hours to a full day, depending on what she’s done.

[tiptoesnose]

CALLING ALL SAM FANS!

I have an idea for one of the oneshots I am working on, if you would like, please leave a bot name for Sam. I am looking for good ones, bad ones, cursed and wacky ones. Anything goes really. This is for Tales of a Newspark series so if you want to get an idea for names from there. Even if you are not a Sam fan or have read the one shots, feel free to leave a transformer name!

[tiptoesnose]

Here is another short one! This one has a picture to go with it, I tried <3

[tiptoesnose]

A spinoff collection for the Newspark one shot series. Things that may not quite fit with the overall story but are still same universe-ish. (I don’t know what I am saying :D )

[tiptoesnose]

A new part for the One Shot series about Newspark Sam Witwicky. I reordered the way they appear in the series since this one takes place before A Doll That Will Even Say ‘How Do You Do’

[witchofthesouls]

Tbh Star Saber’s reaction is justified. Sentinel just claims this random bot as a bride (probably doesn’t even know their name too) I’d be miffed too if I was his protector. But what about said bot’s reaction? You wake up after passing out and suddenly your hitched, I’d be backing up Star Saber in the background as he yells at Sentinel.

(You're going to be busy trying to deal with alien biology to start yelling. If anything you're yelling at whatever drop-kicked you into this timeline that's the dumpster fire that makes up Bayverse.

Get ready for misunderstandings and failed negotiations:)

Consciousness doesn't gently trickle back. It kicks you in the teeth without any warning. One moment, darkness. The next moment, you're heaving up and accidentally slamming into something hard.

That something yelps.

While you have the grace of facial protection, Sentinel isn't as lucky. You still have a throbbing headache, though. It flares whenever there's the incomprehensible electronic noise of their native tongue is being spoken.

Your head pulses to an excruciating degree when suddenly it clicks. The noise becomes words.

And you don't like them.

"Look, it can't even speak. Let alone understand us." Star Saber - your HUD factually pings, rapidly scrolling all of his positions, achievements, strengths, and possible weaknesses - says like an absolute cunt.

"Oooooo. Cooon-tuh." The High Lord Protector sounds out the English your ass of a mouth that not even a supercomputer brain could leash have shot out. The Seeker is unamused, and you don't even resist the urge to stick your tongue out since you're wearing the visor and he can't see.

You have a vague sense that you're forgetting something important. The wisps of a strange dream linger in the periphery edges of your mind, but a hiccuping wail interrupts everything.

Nearby and attached to the berth (fanon terminology don't fail you now!) are the infants. You immediately pick up the crying one. The tiny face warps from the force of their distress. Something compels you to cradle it up to your chest, and they settle down to snuffly whistles.

Of course, the other one starts up when your hands are full.

Sentinel picks the second infant to maneuver them to you. You never expected this asshole to have gentle hands, but he does. At least for the babies.

"They're split-spark." He explains as both of them grab a hold of each other, whistling and chirping between a songbird and a hot kettle. "They have to remain close together until they're third in-star."

There's a moment of silence in the room, only interrupted by the newsparks' chirping babbling and fretful meeping.

"Not to be rude," you slowly test out the digital language, and Star Saber doesn't snort or move his expression, but he definitely disproves. Fucker. "But why am I here?"

"Yes, Prime," the Seeker knows how to turn a soft voice into an assassin's thread. "Why do we have such a guest here?"

The words he chose have so many insulting undertones and stresses that if you didn't have your arms full, you might as well slap him. High Lord Protector be damned.

He wants you far away, and you want to be farther than Star Saber could dream of.

Of course, neither you nor Star Saber gets those desires granted.

"You're here," Sentinel’s tone shifts. Formal. Very formal. A strange mix of anticipation and... duty? "In the privacy of my household and in the presence of my most trusted-" Star Saber's expression is set in stone and just as cold "-to declare our sparks together in front of Primus."

Unlike fanfics where Sam Witwicky has the Allspark to handily act as a translator, you only have the equivalent of a more sensible Google translate with all of the additional kinda-helpul-but-not-really dings of subharmonics and underlying glyphs to provide more context. It sounds like a marriage proposal, but the way Sentinel emphasized it is more akin to a 'Guardian seek out an equal partnership in a (business) venture.'

Thanks, Google. Great help as always. Never change.

Unless you've taken over the body of a noble with capital to buy out galaxies or some sort of daring pirate/elite assassin with that ghostly possession of hidden skills, you have no idea why he's asking you for this kind of proposition.

You need to bite the bullet because you don't know what you're walking into, and maybe you can jump out another window and speed away.

You start searching the lexicon for the right words. Hopefully.

_____________

Even with the visor eclipsing your face, you're refreshingly honest and it's something Sentinel profoundly misses ever since he's been taken from the Guiding Hand's Towers.

And right now, they know your possible intention to jump again beneath the tangle of confusion and worry.

The windows here are reinforced and capable of withstanding artillery blasts and extreme heat resistance as well.

:: The foundlings are completely attached to this one. :: Hard and unforgiving Star Saber may be, but there are a few things that soften the mech. It may be the Seekerkin-coding in him that invokes protective feelings towards the very young.

You and the newsparks have sealed a guardian/parental bond. They can't separate them from you. The strain will most likely kill them, and possibly you with your recent recklessness. You may have a powerfully dense spark -a hallmark of mecha with Primal heritage- but you're still young, barely past the ninth in-star, and still developing towards an adult frame.

Ratchet had been torn between absolute fury and begrudgingly impressed by the one that had done your frame-schematics. It's a remarkable mix of stealth modifications, hidden components, and security. Your systems had literally chewed up suppression codes and medical overrides and spat them out.

Either you have a creator that's a fiend of a weaponsmith or you have ties to the legendary War-Forged, too. Unbelievable, but no one expected any frames out in the Wastelands to be blessed by Primus, and yet here they are with not one, but two individuals.

And Sentinel is asking the mechling for a formal courtship with the intention of bonding.

"Are you-" you speak carefully, testing out the glyphs, and he wonders what kind of dialect the Wilders speak "-asking me to bond with you?"

The phrase makes logical sense. However, Sentinel can't help but choke at the subglyphs you used. Instead of 'unity of wedlock between two parties,' you attached something akin to sponsoring a courtesan for an exclusive relationship. An explicitly sexual one.

Star Saber doesn't budge. The Seeker's body langauge is impeccable and beyond reproach to stand as a witness to this mess, but Sentinel feels the icy talons of their shared bond flare to a vicious burning grip.

:: If you say any sort of agreement to that poorly worded question, Sentinel Prime. :: Star Saber's terrible words cut into Sentinel's spark. :: I will personally make the rest of your limited time on this planet a new level of Unicron's Pits. ::

Sentinel had to lock his joints to keep himself upright and not sprawled on the floor. After a long moment, he manages to grapple with the bond to sear away Star Saber's influence. :: I wasn't! ::

Slag all those that deify their partnership as the original split-sparks Prima and Megatronus, it's a slaggen mockery of a marital bond.

Sentinel gathers every scrap of his intentions to make it work with the newly found Primal-descended and throws it at Star Saber's end. It's still a raw wound. He finds it deeply discomforting to be intimately tied to the Seeker upon the confirmed demise of an unmoored Zeta Prime. Just barely after the Temple's blessings to establish suitable compatibility as a Prime and a new Protector.

(If Sentinel thinks too much about it, he will scream until he burns out and -)

Star Saber quirks a plate at his efforts and releases the onslaught. :: Look at that. Perhaps there's a warrior underneath that softness, librarian. Correct your Intended before the Wilder escapes with the newsparks. ::

During their internal spat, you pressed your back against the wall, plating closed to minimize noise. You've silenced your biosignature as well. Even the foundlings are silent -a natural defense that's driven by terror of the sudden tensions and your own reaction.

Fan-fragging-tastic.

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Crack one shot. Seeing sparkling Sam behave a few nest soldiers realize sparkling Sam remaining them of a character.

Fig : you know Sam really remain me of someone

Graham: who?

Fig : I don't know..i think a cartoon character?

* realization crossing on Epps face*

Epps: I know who you meant fig. It's Stewie Griffin

Fig : yeah, that's him

Graham: who?

Fig: you know family guy. Here let's me show you

*fig pull out his phone and showing him scenes Stewie Griffin*

Fig: see

Graham: ... I am not sure Sam like that.

Epps: then look at that

*Epps pointed at sam that playing with tablet and have serious expressions like adult then the twins decided to prank him by taking the tablets, and make Sam jumps to trying take the tablet back. At first s look angry and annoyed then he starts tears up and crying loud make Autobots around pay attention unfortunately the close one is ironhide and immediately punch down the twin and giving Sam the tablets back*

*Sam jumps happily then doing gesture 'pick me' to ironhide . Ironhide pick him and walking away with Sam leaving the twins on ground groan in pain*

Graham: okey, sam definitely Stewie Griffin

Epps : why we not using Stewie Griffin for Sam code? They both are Sam minus evil genius and they both name start from s

Graham: actually it's good idea, rather using tern newspark, Sambot. Enemy will not realize who is Stewie Griffin

Fig : but make sure not make this nickname make Sam cry , the last think I want ironhide point his cannon at me

Epps: definitely

*and that is the starts when nest soldiers (not all but mostly) using Stewie Griffin name as Sam code name*

On base team building exercises including what character of the week sam reminded them all of

And the more the bots sneakily watch of human non educational material the more they win the funniest comparison