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soundcrusher · 2 years ago

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Starhopper's Logbook Entries Part 2

Yea, I made a second part of Starhopper's entry. It was quite fun to write about and even inspired a pencil drawing.

(And yes, Starhopper got a spear. I said that I would give her one after all.)

Either way, I hope anyone reading this will enjoy it.

The Star Seeker frame type and lore was created by @dimorphodon-x (should something not add up, let me know and I will change it.)

Starhopper is my Star Seeker oc

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Logbook Entry 87:

I don't know how long my journey to the next planet was. But it must have taken me roughly a year or so.

Either way, as soon as I landed, I followed the lead I had to a nearby town. Or whatever was left of it. There was nothing but ruines. Dead mechs and femmes littered the ground with some bearing wounds similar to blaster shots, while others looked more like they were killed by something else. It makes my spark weep just thinking about all those lives lost for probably no reason.

So, I spend my day digging graves for each and every Cybertronian I found. I know that it's normally done differently, but this was all I could do. I hope the ghosts of those who died won't mind it.

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Logbook Entry 88:

I'm still not done digging graves. It's a lot of work and I mainly struggle with the gravestones.

I want others who come here to know who's buried here so that possible family members know where their kin is buried.

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Logbook Entry 94:

The graves and gravestones are done and everyone is put to rest.

So, I took a rest inside the only building still standing tall. A cathedral dedicated to Primus himself. Ma'am hardly spoke of Primus, but when she did, she spoke as if she knew him. As if she knew he was among us and guiding us with the patience of a father.

Maybe he was guiding me too, when I stepped into the cathedral. Because, as I made my way along the rows and towards the front, I spotted yet another corpse laying on the ground. But this one was bigger than the others and he looked different.

He looked like me.

Different color and build, but the frame type was the same. The corpse holding a spear in his dead servos was someone like me.

He was a brother.

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Logbook Entry 94:

I don't know what to feel.

Today, I laid my brother to rest, but without his weapon.

I wanted to bury him with the spear, but something kept me from doing so. Something told me to keep it. So I did.

Maybe it's my brother's ghost telling me something, or maybe it's just me liking how shiny it is. Either way, I feel closer to my goal now more than I did before. Because this is a confirmation! There are more like me out there! I do have siblings, and I will find them!

I just hope that those I find won't be dead like my brother, but something tells me that there are enough of us who are still alive.

I just need to find them.

I hope that I find them.

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Logbook Entry 98:

I continued my journey and found myself in another town, or was it a village? It’s hard to tell when you’re not used to being in civilizations like this. Ma’am and I did live a very isolated life after all. We hardly had anyone come visit us, and when someone came, it usually was to buy something and then leave again.

Some did stay a little longer though, but mostly to stare at me. I don’t like it when others stare at me. It makes me uncomfortable.

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Logbook Entry 100:

Today, I watched some natives practice with spears and I ended up mimicking their movements and actions with mine. It might still feel weird to use such a long weapon, but I got used to it after spending my day practicing. Who knows, maybe one day I will be known as the master seamstress who uses a spear to ward off danger!

That title sure enough would make Ma’am chuckle. I’m sure of it.

And my friends at the bar would probably try to hire me again as soon as they saw me. I was already intimidating with my height, but now I would probably be twice as scary when I stand in the entrance to the bar while holding a spear.

The troublemakers sure enough would think twice before trying to bother anyone in the bar again.

Oh, I should make a note to myself to remind myself to bring Ma’am to be bar too, after finding my siblings. I’m sure that she would like it there. She did always tell me about her time as a bar singer.

Maybe I could become a singer too, when life as a seamstress isn’t working out for me? I might not be a professional, but Ma’am said that I was good enough to earn at least a little bit of Shanix with it. But then again, I still have my work as a seamstress.

I think I will just stick to singing while working on my projects. I don’t need to bother others with my voice.

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Logbook Entry 110:

The sun is getting bothersome. Especially with how rare it is to find any structure big enough to protect me from it.

So, I started to wear a cloak I made myself! Getting the fabric wasn’t the hard part, but finding a place to peacefully sow was. Especially with how the locals would watch me work as if I was the most interesting thing they have ever seen.

I could feel their stares on me.

They bore into my plating, as if they were trying to find something. Something specific, and when some didn’t find it, they continued on their way. If they did find it though, they stayed. Staring at my working servos or at my frame as if they were trying to figure out what I was.

Are all organics like that?

I don’t know, but if they are, I better stay clear of them.

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Logbook Entry 136:

I continued my travels through space and made it to another Cybertronian colony. I can’t write much today, because I’m tired from traveling for so long without stopping.

I will write tomorrow though. I promise!

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Logbook Entry 137:

After finding a place to stay at, I went out and found myself a job as a seamstress again.

A Cybertronian needed help with making clothes for a group of Cybertronians and was worried that they wouldn’t make it, without help. And I couldn’t leave them without any help, not when they looked like they would “drop dead” any given moment, as Ma’am would sometimes say.

But even if they didn’t ask for help, I would have offered it either way. Sewing was something I love to do after all, and their workshop was a seamstress dream! The materials were top notch, the threats were thin, but also stronger than one would imagine at the first glance and then there was the workstation. It was amazing!

Working for them was more fun than I would have imagined, and we finished the order even before the deadline. I didn’t stay to see who ordered the clothes though. I took my pay and went back to the small room I rented for my stay. Whoever ordered the clothes, would have probably stared at me. And I didn’t feel like getting stared at today.

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Logbook Entry 140:

Today, after work, I went to the outskirts of the city(?) I was in and practiced a little bit with my spear.

I mostly twirled it around and watched the blade shine in the light, while making sure I wouldn’t hit myself with the end of the spear like last time. Although, hitting myself with the blunt side of the blade did hurt more. I think I’m still able to feel the spot.

Either way, training was fun, but sometimes I wish I had a second to spar with. Maybe, if I would have gone on this journey sooner I would have been able to meet my brother when he was still alive. Maybe he would have teached me how to use a spear. Maybe he could have told me something about our frame type and if there are more than just us. Ma’am only told me so much.

I don’t even know where she found me. She never said anything.

Is that maybe the reason for my journey?

Am I not only looking for my siblings, but also trying to find out who I am?

That sounds silly. I know who I am. I’m Starhopper. Nothing more and nothing less.

#transformers oc #star seeker oc #starhopper #star seekers frame and lore made by dimorphodon x

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soundcrusher · 2 years ago

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Okay, I was practicing expressions but didn't expect it to turn into a whole setch. It was fun either way.

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Star Seeker frametype and lore made by @dimorphodon-x

#transformers oc #starhopper #ss frametype oc #star seekers frame and lore made by dimorphodon x #okay; the pose might be akward #but that's only because I changed it midway through scetching.#either way; something scared her #something bad; and there isn't anyone around to help her get away from it...

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soundcrusher · 2 years ago

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Starhopper's Logbook Entries Part 3

Part 3 everyone. I really love writing like this. It's different from writing Phoenix's story, but just as fun.

The Star Seeker frame type and lore was created by @dimorphodon-x (hope you like this)

Starhopper is my Star Seeker oc

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Logbook Entry 144:

Today, I helped the same Cybertronian, I call them boss, with their needlework I have helped before. This time though, the commission didn’t have an all too short deadline. Which means we can take our time finishing it. At least, that’s what they say. I would rather work on the commission and finish it, without wasting too much time on other things.

Maybe that’s why they couldn’t finish their order before, they spend too much time working on other, smaller projects, than finishing the big one. Which I can understand, sometimes you need to finish the smaller projects in order to have a constant income, but spending too much time on them isn’t good either.

Maybe I should tell them that? Would it help, if I pointed it out?

Probably not. They seem to be someone who doesn’t take kindly to criticism, even if it’s well meant. Just means I will work on the big project while they work on the smaller ones.

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Logbook Entry 148:

They got angry at me for working on the main project all by myself. Yelling at me and telling me how stupid I am for not being able to follow orders or how I shouldn’t have worked on their project and told the customer that it was already finished.

But it was already done! I finished it even before the deadline was over! I did everything the customer asked for, and still got yelled at by my boss. They said that if I would have waited, they could have done more, but there wasn’t anything else to be done!

I checked the customer’s request time and time again! Everything was just like they wanted it to be. From the embroidery pattern to the ruffle top! I even managed to sew in those fancy beads the customer wanted to have and made an extra see through shoulder scarf to go along with the commission, and the customer loved it! They were happy to get it!

But… I guess when the boss isn’t happy with my work, I shouldn’t do it the way I do it…

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Logbook Entry 149:

The boss told me today that the customer told others about my work and that there are a few Cybertronians now, who want to commission me. And then, the boss simply thrusted the data-pad containing the customers' requests into my servos and told me to go to work.

Which I did, but it wasn’t as fun as before. Mostly because the boss kept on looking over my shoulder, and when I didn’t do a good job in their optics, they would tell me to do it again and again, until it was ‘perfect’. And the other works should have been disposed of, but I hid them in my subspace. It would have been a waste, if we threw them away just because the boss didn’t find them good enough.

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Logbook Entry 155:

Work has only gotten worse.

Sometimes I catch myself thinking that my boss is doing this deliberately. That they want to work me, until I can’t anymore.

Have I done something wrong? All I did was finish this one commission in time and add something extra. The customer even paid extra for the scarf! Or maybe it’s something else? I don’t know what it could be though…

And at this point, I’m too scared to ask.

Boss is too scary to ask anything…

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Logbook Entry 160:

The commissions are all done and I got my pay. Boss took more than half of it. Saying that I need to pay for all the material I wasted by making failures, but I didn’t care about that.

I simply took my pay and left. And then, I went to the local market, paid for a small stall and sold the ‘failures’ to the market goers.

They didn’t seem to mind that my needleworks were ‘failures’. Even those that looked crooked or unfinished were bought. Which made me very happy, because it showed me that others still like my work, even if it wasn’t perfect.

And after everything was sold, I packed up and left the marketplace. Going back to the room I was currently staying in and… well… I guess I'm still doing what I started.

Writing into you, Logbook.

But tomorrow I will continue my journey. There’s apparently a ship a Star Seeker lives on. Although, I doubt that I will ever find that ship. So I will simply look on the next planet.

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Logbook Entry 161:

Well, off I go to a new planet. I’m excited!

From what I’ve heard, the next planet is a really beautiful one. With crystal flowers that sparkle in all the colors in the universe, when the setting sun shines through them. Maybe I’ll be able to pick one. But which one?

Maybe I should pick more than one too, to share with my siblings. Once I find them that is.

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Side Note: I should also get one for my buried brother. I’m sure he would like one on his grave.

Logbook Entry 162:

After traveling a long time by myself, and the rest on a ship, I made it to the next planet. And the mechs who talked about it were right. It’s as beautiful as they described it. Maybe even more.

The crystal flower fields were as wide as the horizon and as the setting sun shone through the blossoms, the area and everything within it was basked in a gleam words alone cannot describe.

It was breathtaking and I stayed in the fields for a long time, before seeking an inn for the night. Finding one close to the field and paying for a week, before settling down on the berth and calling Ma’am. Letting her know about how things were going after our last call.

She didn’t seem all too happy when I told her about my boss from the last planet and how they treated me after doing, and I quote, ‘Their fragging work they probably were too lazy to do themselves.’ She then said that they were probably jealous of my talent. To which I asked ‘What talent? I’m only doing my work.’ And Ma’am answered with “I often forget how humble you can be, my magpie.”

I don’t think I’m humble, I’m just saying how things are.

I am just doing my work after all.

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Logbook Entry 163:

It might be nothing, but yesterday when I couldn’t fall into recharge, I heard a mech’s voice singing a lullaby.

It didn’t come from the room next to me. I’m the only one on this floor, due to the rooms being for taller guests and most guests using the smaller rooms upstairs. The voice also didn’t come from upstairs or from outside. It came from within my room. Specifically from the table by the window. And when I squinted, I thought I could make out a dark colored mech with golden accents.

Maybe it was just my tired processor, but I’m sure I have seen that mech before. Somewhere on my travels, but I don’t know where.

Either way, today I went out to the fields again and tried to pick a flower, but a femme stopped me from doing it. Saying that the flowers in the fields weren’t there for picking and that I should go to one of the flower shops and buy some there. So, I went there and bought some crystal flowers in different colors. The shop owner assured me that they wouldn’t go bad like organic flowers, which is a relief. When I finally meet one of my siblings, I want them to get a beautiful crystal flower and nothing that’s, well, dead.

And I told the owner that. Telling her about why I went on the journey and how I’m looking for my siblings. And the owner asked me to bend down a little bit, which I did. I was confused about it, but then she stuck a crystal flower to the left side of my visor. Telling me it’s the crystal version of a flower humans call ‘Magnolia’ and that it’s supposed to be a good luck charm.

I thanked the owner and paid for the flowers, before leaving. Storing them in my subspace, but as I did, I heard someone whisper something like ‘A white Magnolia… fitting.’ But when I turned around to look behind me, I saw no-one.

I then continued my day as if nothing happened. Searching for signs of my siblings by myself, or by asking those who live on this planet. And as my search showed no results, I returned to the inn and started writing down everything that happened as soon as I sat down on the bed.

But now, I can hear the lullaby again.

It’s calming…

Making me kind of tired… or maybe it’s just the day catching up on me?

Either way… good night…

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Logbook Entry 167:

I started working for the inn owner. He and his conjunx had some big troubles with a group of troublemakers and as I saw the leader of the group trying to hit the poor minibot, I got in between. Catching the leader’s fist in my servo and looking down at him. And I think I might have scared him by looming over his body.

I didn’t mean to do it though! It just happened, and after I let him go, and readjusted my spear in my other servo, he ran out of the front door. Followed by his friends.

After they were gone, I kneeled down to be at the minibots height and asked him if he was okay. But all he did was introduce me to his conjux as their new security guard. And I didn’t really say no, because the conjux looked relieved and they offered me food and shelter as long as I protected their inn from troublemakers.

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Logbook Entry 176:

Today was karaoke night at the inn! I have never seen so many Cybertronians flock to a place to sing songs and have a good time. Even the bar I worked for at the beginning of my journey had this many customers. It’s nice if some of them wouldn’t stare at me. But the minibot would always shoo them away, if they blocked the entrance by staring too long.

Either way, watching everyone have a good time and sing their spark out was fun! Even if some nearly made the glasses shatter. It’s kind of amazing how someone can produce a sound like that with their own vocals. Kind of makes me wonder if I could ever shatter glass with my voice, but the minibot and his conjux would probably get mad if I tried. So, I stuck with singing nicely when it was my turn.

And the night went really smoothly too. Hardly anyone made trouble, and if they did, I simply threw them out. Well, I didn’t throw them out. I kindly guided them outside the inn and made sure they would get safely home, before returning to my post. Some of the patrons who saw that would ask me if I didn’t want to work for them, but I simply told them ‘No’, before explaining that I won’t stay on this planet for long. Leaving as soon as the minibot and his conjux would find a new security guard.

After the karaoke night was over, I helped with cleaning up, before going back to my room. Spotting the same ghostly mech from before, when I laid down on my berth and started writing.

I think he’s the same mech I buried back on that one planet.

I think he’s the ghost of my brother.

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#ss frametype oc #starhopper #icarus #star seekers frame and lore made by dimorphodon x #oooohhhh starhopper is figuring some things out #also; I really took some time to read up on flower meanings and such #it was fun

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soundcrusher · 2 years ago

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Starhopper

Wohoo, you guys don't know how happy I am to be done with her. The colour palette was my main problem.

The Star Seeker frame type and lore is/was made by @dimorphodon-x (Thanks again for fact checking!)

A little bit of info about her is under the cut.

One of the Star Seekers left in storage

was found by an old femme that brought her online by accident and then took her in

Lived an isolated live with Ma’am (the old femme), who taught her some things she learned from organics

One of the things was sewing

Occasionally, there would be other Cybertronians coming by, but mostly to buy something and then leave

Decided that being a seamstress is more fun than what she was made for and started doing it as a profession

Has a knack for finding shiny things

also collects them

Easily distracted by shiny or interesting things, people, etc.

especially if they are pretty

Still as naive as the day Ma’am found her

Sireously, you could lay out a trail of shiny rocks leading to a big cardboard box propped up with a stick, and she would still fall for it

At one point, Starhopper decides to venture out into the galaxy in the hopes of finding other Star Seekers

Gets distracted halfway through the journey by something shiny and ends up working as a seamstress on a planet for a while, before continuing her journey → Working as a freelancer seamstress becomes her main source of income

Also meets a weird crew of Cybertronians and stays on their ship for a while. (Was almost adopted by the captain, but his minibot friend got in between.)

Calls Ma’am regularly to tell her about her journey

also to show off the collection of shiny things she found or the newest project she’s working on

Does small hops when excited

those you do when you’re balancing on your toes and hitting the ground with your heels

That’s where her name comes from. Ma’am gave it to her, after seeing her interest in stars and the small hops she does

Some nicknames are: Hop, Magpie, Maggy

Starhopper is a sweet thing through and through. Often helping others before thinking about herself and making sure they are alright, before checking if she herself is okay.

How her journey started:

Ma’am told Starhopper a little bit of how there might be others like her. She never specifically tells Hop where she found her, but she hints that she isn’t the only one with her frame type.

After hearing that, Starhopper decides to pack her things and go on a search for her missing “siblings”. Despite her not knowing where to start looking.

The old femme gives Starhopper a map of the galaxy to help her navigate at least a little bit, but she knows that the chances of her ward finding another one like her are very slim.

Still, she doesn’t stop Starhopper from going on her journey.

The only thing she asks for is that her ward calls her every now and then. (Ma’am mostly wants to make sure that Starhopper doesn’t manage to land in a dangerous situation, when she isn’t there to get her out of it.)

If she ever found another Star Seeker, she would probably start hopping excitedly, before rushing over to them for a hug.

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Here are some extra sketches of Starhopper. One is the base and the other is her while she's sewing.

#starhopper #transformers oc #star seeker #star seekers were made by dimorphodon-x #I love my new baby #I mean #just look at this easily distracted bean!#she would throw away anything; just to get that one shiny rock she saw #she also does those cute/funny bird hops from time to time #thanks again to dimorphodon-x for fact checking the stuff I wrote and for letting me make her #and I'm sorry for possibly annoying you XD

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