#they have no idea that protoforms start off as little orbs now . they have no idea what theyre loojing at. and speecifically for

[paradimeart]

Just wanted to say I absolutely love your tiny orb babies art. The idea that all the bots and cons were at some point small bouncy balls amuses me greatly. I especially love the Ratchet & Optimus thing. The grumpy old medic absolutely loving a tiny protoform but never admitting it to anyone lives in my head rent free. Thank you for gracing us with such cuteness!

thank YOU!!! im so glad so many people like my self indulgent nonsense lol

[fang-wolfsbane]

Transformers Animated: Morning Star: Chapter 01: Departure

Warning: mention of suggestive content, neglect and death.

She could still feel him, his lips trailing across her neck plating. The ghost of his smile still fresh in her processor. The touch of his digits trailing across her protoform. All she needed was to reach out.

She never did.

Neither did he.

***

“You cannot possibly think that this is a good idea in any sense of the word,” Greenblade said, leaning against the wall of a spacebridge she and her younger sister, Blueflame, had stepped through in less than a couple of nano cycles. Travelling via space bridge had originally been deemed illegal, yet somehow her sister had managed to secure a pass for them. How she did that, Greenblade didn’t dare to ask. Frag, the less she knew, the better.

“Oh come on sis. You said it yourself. Cybertron’s gotten boring after the war.”

“You talk like we were actually a part of the war,” Greenblade pointed out, her luminescent green optics a clear contrast to her sister’s blue orbs. That had been their parents reasoning behind choosing the first halves of their names after each of them came online for the first time. It had purely been luck that her sister had stuck true to her name and inherited their mother’s compatibility with fire. Blue fire to be specific. Greenblade on the other servo, had been trained for stellar cycles how to wield the sword resting against her right hip plate. Her sister’s protector, their mother had cooed the day Greenblade had first dared to question the difference between her and her sister’s training.

Why they even had to train in the first place was the second question she had voiced. She had gotten the same reply as any trainee soldier enlisted in the military got: in case Decepticons rebelled once more. Why they had originally broken off from the Autobots, and declared themselves to be Decepticons in the first place, she had never asked any bot. Not even him. Never him.

“Oh, you know what I mean,” Blueflame said, her wings spreading out behind her back in their full glory. Autobots didn’t fly. That was a rule made clear all throughout Cybertron for millennia after the war first ended. Only Decepticons could fly. The technology to copy the upgrades the Decepticons had procured for themselves had been lost in the data banks of some old legend no bot believed in anymore. Blueflame it seemed, as always, was the exception. Not to mention that they didn’t even remotely resemble the standard awkward triangular mould. They seemed more like plating placed upon plating.

Blueflame’s wings had made it difficult for her to live life as a normal Autobot, not that either of their lives were even normal to start with, but her extra appendages had ensured that her little sister was privately tutored by their mother and any Autobot teacher that knew to keep their lips shut. Greenblade on the other hand, went to a normal academy just like every other child. The only difference was that she received her training stellar cycles before the rest got to their final upgrading teenage cycles.

This had provided her an edge over the other Cybertronians in her age group but had also put a lot of distance between her and them. They were deemed as distractions. All she needed to do was focus on her training and keeping her sister’s secret. She supposed that’s the way it would have stayed forever if it hadn’t been for the fire a couple of solar cycles ago.

She had been out on patrol, or at least that was the story she told any bot that asked, keeping the real reason to herself, when she had caught sight of their family compound on fire. Not blue, but pure, white hot flames. It had taken some effort, but she had finally managed to convince Blueflame to jump out the window to safety just as their energon storage blew up.

When help finally arrived, emergency bots had declared it to be nothing more than a freak accident. No bot could tell them how the fire had started, only that their parents had been near the energon when it exploded, offlining them forever. Surprisingly neither sister had grieved, at least not in front of each other. Their parents had always been harsh on her, but had treated Blueflame like their own personal miracle, far too precious to venture out into the world beyond.

With nowhere to go to, and keeping a tarp firmly lodged around her sister’s shoulder pads, Greenblade had taken to scavenging what she could from the wreckage. Luckily, their father had set up some credits for them if anything were ever to happen to any of them, but he had never told her what to use those credits for.

It seemed that Blueflame had gotten it into her processor to get them access to a space bridge where they were to, she supposed, await a maintenance crew to take them along a route to some distant planet where they could possibly find work on an energon farm. As a warrior, Greenblade wasn’t all that fond of the idea, but right now she needed to consider her sister’s safety, and if that meant getting a couple of scrapes and dents from something other than a weapon, then perhaps it would be a welcome change. It would certainly provide them some time to figure out what they were going to do next.

Looking at her sister, Greenblade could only sigh at the physical similarities they shared. Nearly identical protoform moulds, armour, and height structures. The only real differences were their colours. That and the fact that her sister could fly and manipulate the very thing that had led to their parents’ demise.

“Are you sure they’ll be heading towards the farm?” Greenblade asked after a while of silence between the two sisters.

“Positive! Or at least, that’s what my informant said,” Blueflame said with an all too casual shrug. Who this informant was, Blueflame never said. Greenblade had threatened to beat it out of her a couple of times, but each time she only got that casual, trusting smile in return. As many times as she had tried to, Greenblade could never raise a fist to her sister. Any other bot was fair game, even their parents, but never her sister. Never her. If Blueflame could say the same was a different question entirely.

Neither sibling had been allowed to witness the other’s training, so neither knew what the other was capable. Growing up, the only real contact the two had was under the supervision of their parents. Never alone together. Bonding time was something that was to be supervised at all times. No exceptions. Parental affection time… only Blueflame knew what it was like. Greenblade had never gotten it ever since Blueflame’s birth.

Before that day, she had been treated just like any other single child by her parents, taking nothing but pride in the fact that she had inherited her father’s optics. The day Blueflame arrived, they forgot that she had existed, save for her mandatory training time with her father, and of course academy attendances to check on her progress. Her mother never came to either. Blueflame had always been deemed too important to part from. She had wanted to question, to protest, to scream at her parents for the unfair treatment, but was never able to convince herself to do so. She had tried blaming her sister instead, but even then she couldn’t convince herself to be angry at the other femme.

Greenblade was about to part her lips to ask her sister something about their parents, something only she would have had the privilege to know, but before she could, Blueflame’s excited cry caught her by such surprise that her sword was already hallway out of its scabbard, and she in front of her sister, ready to lay down her life for her. The cry had been over a yellow and red ship heading their way. She would have felt flustered, if it weren’t for the appreciative smile Blueflame gave her.

Clearing her throat, Greenblade stood to the side as her sister hailed down the ship. Looking over towards it, the ship certainly didn’t seem like much, but then again, its only supposed purpose was to carry space bridge maintenance bots, so she supposed that she couldn’t hope for an Elite Guard cruiser to sweep them off their peds and take them somewhere safe and luxurious. All she could hope was that these bots got them to where they needed to go, in one piece.