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The EA-18 Growler Demo Team!
#vapor #fluffy #afterburner #ea18 #ea18growler #growler #f18 #navy #usnavy #electronicwarfare #jet #fighterjet #airshow #airshowphotography #aviation #airplane #canon #eosr #photography #pictureoftheday #photooftheday #sigma #sigmalens #stuartairshow
#photography#pictureoftheday#canon#canonphotography#photooftheday#airshow#sigmalens#canonrebelt6i#canoneosr#aviationphotography#aviationphotos#aviation photography#aviation#airplane#plane#fighter jet#jet#f 18 hornet#ea 18#growler#vaportrail#vapor cone#vapor#afterburner#flying
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ABSURD size chart thingy
Why are commercial passenger planes so big btw 😰
Also I really gotta make more ref stuff
There are also many cybertronians that fit somewhere between these main size groups, it's just that these are the more standard ones (besides vaportrail. Although I guess skyfire is also around that size)
#art#transformers#transformers g1#spike witwicky#g1 spike witwicky#bumblebee#g1 bumblebee#starscream#g1 starscream#optimus prime#g1 optimus prime#transformers oc#my ocs#vaportrail#transformers fan continuity
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Moved from (x) @mistborn
Tarn frowned a little behind his mask when the larger mech looked a little disappointed. "𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒱𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓁, 𝐼'𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓉. 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽." There was a soft smile to his words, hoping it would make him feel a little better. His optics followed the cube as he raised it and drained all the liquid down his intake. His optics widened a little when his glossa peaked out. Oh... he'd forgotten about that sinful glossa. How it made him feel not terribly long ago. He shook his helm a little, as if it would will the thoughts away.
"𝒯𝒽𝑒… 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃?" It was hard to hide the incredulousness from his voice. Just as he asked, Tesarus and Helex were rounding the corner together. The two behemoths were idly chatting before Tarn came into view. He held a digit up to Vaportrail, positioned out of view.
"Blackmarks. Both of you." He said, keeping his attention on his two subordinates. They both groaned in unison.
"Awwh, Come on boss, what for this time?" The smelter asked. Tarn folded his arms over his chassis, tilting his helm curiously before motioning down the hall towards the door that was closing up. "We weren't out that long! Not like anything could've gotten in, this planet is practically deserted." he tried to reason.
It was then that Tarn gently pulled Vaportrail into view as he was lapping at the energon in the cube. Helex went a bit wide eyed, it was rare to find a mech who rivaled his own size that wasn't a combiner.
"As I said, blackmarks for the both of you. You're very lucky that I know who this mech is." He scolded them. "Now, both of you, go help prepare for take off. Wait for my command to depart." He ordered, waving a servo to dismiss them. Helex and Tesarus didn't need any further convincing, retreating away to do as comanded.
"𝐼 𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝒩𝑜𝓌, 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒿𝑜𝒾𝓃 𝓊𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝓊𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒹." He said, turning back to face Vaportrail as he kept lapping at the cube. He reached up and gently pulled the cube away from him. "𝐿𝑒𝓉𝓈.. 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒸𝓊𝒷𝑒." There was the faintest hint of arousal in his em field, something that he kept close to his frame.
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#mobilephotography#photography#samsung galaxy#bnw#bnwphotography#blackandwhite#black and white photography#photographers of tumblr#photography on tumblr#original photography#original photography on tumblr#artphotography#abstract#abstract photography#minimalism#vaportrail
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vaportrail is so excited her tail's lineart is breaking
(this gif is free to use on your websites/carrds/rentrys/whatevers as long as you credit me and show me where you used it :3)
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✠ » Dangerous Shortcuts « ✠
For @citizensofcybertron // Vaporwave
❝ "Through here!"
Steamtrack looked toward a member of her team that stood by the entrance to a cave from where she had been discussing routes to base with Stahlklinge. The two exchanged a glance before going to see just where the scout was trying to lead them...
She opened her optics and looked up at the cave mouth. How many stellar cycles had it been since she was last here? How many of her team had she lost to something unknown within the cave system? What she could remember was that She, Stahlklinge, and a small servo full of fellow Decepticons had made it through alive.
Curiosity had eaten at her for so many cycles after that night, and now that there was some semblance of peace on the planet, she was determined to get her answers.
So, with a heafy invent and exvent, she strode into the cave, turning on her lights so that she could see where she was walking; occasionally looking at her side where she had an odd little pouch [she had been gifted during her time on Earth] she held a few small energon cubes in.
Tension was high in her frame, prepared for an ambush as she remembered from so long ago... ❞
#citizensofcybertron // vaportrail#✠ » texts entered into datapads┋threads « ✠#{{ this was a lot longer looking on my phone lol#{{ i hope this is good!
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📏 + 36 ft
Send me 📏 + your muses height and I'll compare them to my muse! | Accepting
#symphonicdemise#;; ooc#;; answered#perfectly eye level ;3#not that vaportrail has any issues lifting him up or holding him close#vapor is blue and tarn is purple
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this is real
Rainbow Dash is the most shippable in the main 6
#raridash#twidash#pinkiedash#appledash#flutterdash#rainbow dash#i also ship her with spitfire vaportrail etc etc
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life is not a race. we’ll all get to where we are supposed to be eventually. #vaportrail #blue #sky #airplanes #travels ##wanderer https://www.instagram.com/p/CoVbmFFo2gE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Leaving... Taken from the staffroom window #gorleston #norfolk #canon #plane #jetstream #vaportrail #bluesky #fullzoom (at Gorleston-On-Sea, Norfolk, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnC7hAyjpX1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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The F-22 Raptor engaging its cloaking device! It doesn't get any better than the Raptor, vapor, and afterburners! Florida may be humid, but that's a recipe for awesome vapor.
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The 2023 Stuart Air Show
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#vapor #afterburner #f22 #f22raptor #raptor #lockheedmartin #prattandwhitney #jet #fighterjet #fighter #aviationphotography #airforce #airshow #airshowphotography #aviation #aviationgeek #airplane #military #shotoncanon #canon #canoneosr #eosr #canonphotography #photography #pictureoftheday #sigma #sigmalens #sigma60600mmsports #mylensrental #stuartairshow
#airshow#air force#airforce#aircraft#airplane#photography#pictureoftheday#canon#canonphotography#photooftheday#sigmalens#canonrebelt6i#canoneosr#aviationphotography#f22 raptor#f22raptor#f22#f 22 raptor#f-22#vaportrail#vapor cone#vapor#afterburner#plane#fighter jet#jet#fighterplane#fighter#military#aviationphotos
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Vaportrail comforting ocelot :)
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@mistborn | Umf (of course)
Meme | Accepting
"𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇."
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A USAF F-15 Strike Eagle making biiiiggg vapor trails !!
#usaf #f15e #f15eagle #strikeeagle #f15strikeeagle #boeing #macdonnelldouglas #airpower #airshow #fighteraircraft #fighterpilot #military #aviation #warplane #airplanespotting #vaportrails #afterburner #usairforce #america #usa #freedom #milavgeek #milavlovers #milavphotography
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✿ duskbound, afterlight.
#STARRING: cybertronian fem reader & other characters.
#TAGS: trauma. talks of character death. hopelessness? mentions of prostitution. no appearance of canon characters because this is an intro. hunger games reference!
#NOTES: hi! still alive, just not writing for kny atm because my head is like a powerpoint presentation with all my hyperfixations and i can't write for requests when it is on another slide. hope that makes sense. this is the first chapter of my megatron x reader, a strangers to lovers to enemies featuring pre-war cybertron, a magnanimous amount of lore, a lot of non-cannon stuff like sparklings and stuff because i can do whatever i want, and my flickering motivation to finish it. i don't have a specific transformers i'm basing the timeline off, so we will see. i thought of publishing it on ao3 or smth but i have better judgement so i just figured i would upload the first chapter on tumblr. the new transformers movie was soooo good and it inadvertently rekindled my transformers obsession. enjoy? let me know if you like it, i would appreciate it if you have questions or anything :) THIS BITCH IS LONG SO BEWARE
part two | part three | part four | part five
"Y/N, my optics hurt."
"I know, sweetspark, I know."
This place reeked. Pure flowing smoke and vapor, stinking energon, and the smell of the gray coal and ash that powdered the laborers' and miners' bodies like scintillating glitter filled the pavements of that day—such fragrant poetry.
The barely perceivable light that shone down could not even be called proper illumination in the first place. Every once in a while, the wells of your optics danced up to gaze toward where the sweltering sunlight was supposed to be.
Still, your spark did nothing but wail at you when, each time, all that you caught were mountains upon mountains of pitch-dark vapor, dull particles of dust from the mines, and the visualization of the austere whispers of despair and anguish among the workers of one of the mining towns from one of Cybertron's Primus-forsaken satellites, Nuna 5PY.
Even if you turned to look towards the downtown streets, the particles infiltrated your vents and blistered your optics.
Some workers used gas masks, while others retreated to the mines, where the synthetic stench wasn't as foul, but most were forced to return to work. They snatched up energon everywhere they could, recharged in fits and starts among their screaming. You seriously needed to leave.
As Vaportrail coughed onto the city street, you held her small servo. Even with the torrential acid pouring last night, the smog got to her well before the rush hour.
You realized things would not improve today, so you hurried in fear of the younger developing tear-streaked optics and a headache to match. It saddened you that Vaportrail would never know what a normal life would be like. It was as though they had collectively given up years before she was born, which was unjust to her and all the future sparklings.
You grabbed her and pulled her into the cart. Traveling was enjoyable, but not at the price of introducing additional hazardous particles into the environment.
Mining Outpost R–02 was one of the towns from Nuna 5PY, where unnamed members of the lower classes labored interminably, tediously. The gloomy, smoky shambles of a metropolis required the Communication Grid to communicate with other areas and locations simply. It was no place for a sparkling.
The infant cybertronian lay quietly on the sulfurous mine carriage attached to the railway, more vulnerable than the glass that was painstakingly constructed for the masses of the High-caste buildings and just as giddily colored.
You wondered if her peds are dirty; how would you know? You pondered what she ate back when Starlight was still living in this downtown slum; where did her mother get energon to nourish her?
Your servos were callous from several scars and defects, and a part of you ached to sweep her up in her arms and shelter her eternally. But. How could you ever live with yourself if you didn't allow such an innocent being to live a tranquil life?
"I'm sorry about your carrier," You told the sparkling wistfully, making sure she was comfortable for the long ride from here to where your late best friend wanted her youngling to go if something ever happened to her. You gave her a small pad which contained personal information like her name and situation, along with a plead for somebot to take her to safety, "Cybertropolis is a nice place, just make sure you reach the police station safely, they'll know where to take you."
"Thank you," Vaportrail squeaked out, her knees pulled up to her chest plate.
The train inevitably started, and you walked in tandem with the slow speed of the carriage just to get a good, final look at the sparkling's dainty, cheerless face. Vaportrail would surely be a problem when she got older because all of the mechs would swoon over her—deservingly so.
With those optics and a grin as charming and gauzy as that, she was the very picture of the youthful beauty who had once bored the name of Starlight. You believed she was the sweetest femmeling on the planet.
"I love you, okay? And I'm sure your carrier is so proud of you. Good luck!"
Eventually, you had to withdraw from the train, which only allowed you to stare at the vanishing small frame of a waving Vaportrail, whose response had been forever lost in the sad, sepulchral winds of the town.
Despite that, you could still stare at the sparkling's naive, callow features and find colossal gratitude and admiration in its place, which made a lump form in your voicebox and squeezing palpation beat inside your spark chamber.
With Vaportrail gone, the smell of blazing smoke burned your olfactory sensors and induced you to cover them with your suitable servo. You had never before realized that the shrilling blare of the injectors, the drills, the massive excavators, and the wheels of the trucks could be so overwhelmingly loud, either. From the corner of your optics, the flashes and instants of the sparks that aimlessly flew around whenever metal met metal brought you out of your bewildered daydream.
But then you turned and saw the portrait of shattered ambition, lost hope, undetermined origins, opaque bitterness, damaged honor, futile dreams, and wavering will that assembled the cybertronians of Nuna 5PY.
It was a blow to the back of your head.
Starlight was dead.
If you closed your optics, you could still see the glow on her metallurgical protoform, the spark that no longer burned, and the sound of her laughter that still reverberated in your audio receptors and processor.
Oh, you missed her desperately.
She'd spent her days as a young and daring cybertronian who didn't let the vacillating shame of her prostitution career ridicule her or anything she was. A good, pleasant, and kind femme that thrived and existed, only for some mech to tear her from her home and forever close her laughing optics. She was a femme, a friend, a sister, and a carrier.
She was someone.
"Oi, femme!"
You knew that whoever was calling that word in such a degrading manner was referring to you and you only. You were aware that you were one of the few femmes working on that hellhole.
Sourly, you turned your helm to the source of the voicebox and found your boss—if he could even be called that—staring at you rigorously from across the street. Other mechs were beside him, and in their hungry optics, you could see hunger, amusement, a blatant lack of respect, and other things—all of it for you.
"You said five minutes. Start moving your aft before I tell someone to move it for you."
The group of despicable mechs started laughing at the humorous, unique, spectacular, utterly not-ever-done-before knee-slapper comment. You wondered what comedians told to get a chuckle or two out of their audience nowadays.
You detested yourself when you started walking back to the mines with crystal-clear coolant forming in your optics and with the words caught inside your voicebox.
Even the clicking of your battered timer had a languid touch in the fading light of their (your) chamber as if it were a spark-beat at rest. The perpetual rhythm of it became more of a white noise inside the transparent yet spurious safety surrounding your beguiling, chimerical space bubble.
The memory of the lingering perfume of Starlight's aromatic utensils saturated you far more intensely than it did only days before, making you want to pound and bang your head against the wall until you ran out of energon inside your body.
Your spark chamber was wrenched apart in the core by a hollow cavity. It had been there for forty-eight groons. Faithless and cynical, the pit that took form inside of you pulled you to the very depths of your revolted mind.
You were immobile, your bare servos lying at your sides and your digits tinkering with the berth. Everything within the room drove you crazy and made you want to tear out your optics under the scrutinizing, deep-rooted omnipresence of both the carrier and the sparkling.
Vaportrail was not napping on her carrier's bed; her small chest plating was not rising and falling according to her mellow, smooth breathing. You remembered how she would spring from Starlight's berth just to greet you after every single burdensome solar cycle of nothing but suffering under the cruel comments and sometimes spiteful actions of mechs and their superiors.
You knew and understood that she left for a better life in Cybertropolis, yet you just can't comprehend why you are not hearing her dulcet giggles and her voice as soft as a feather.
"Y/N, look at me!"
You turned your helm lightly toward the soft-spoken sparkling from your spot on your berth.
One of your stabilizers was crossed over the other, your servos snuggly behind your helm. Due to your horizontal position, you were seeing Vaportrail in a somewhat awkward manner, whispering something to her carrier excitedly, which made you turn your whole frame so you were resting against your side, lifting your helm with your right servo.
"What is it, V?"
Vaportrail, who had her mother's laughing optics, stood proudly atop Starlight's berth beside her laying figure, servos on her hips and grin on her dermas, meekly waiting for you to look at her so she could show her spectacular stunt.
She was no bigger than a mining pickaxe, which is why she was never let out of Starlight's and your’s shared chamber. She was still tiny, even for a youngling her age, but that was not unusual, as the impoverished environment and the mediocre energon didn't do much to help anyway. Primus knows what could happen to someone so small and so weak.
Her confident, puffed-up stand made you laugh casually, as while typically Vaportrail was a modest sparkling, never one to demand attention or directly ask for what she wanted, whenever she got like this and let out her inner childishness for the silliest of things, both you and Starlight would get tons of laughter out of it.
"Go on! Show Y/N what you've been practicing," Starlight encouraged.
When you nodded at Vaportrail, signaling that your attention was entirely on her, her optics lit up. She walked towards the end of her carrier's berth, planting her peds at the very ends before turning around.
Vaportrail crouched, and with a slight push from her servos and an impulse from her peds, she successfully rolled forward in the berth, landing on her bottom before scrambling to get up and putting her servos up in the air, muttering a small 'Ta-da!'
You had smiled warmly, watching Vaportrail giggle to herself giddily. Starlight clapped for her and swarmed her in a big hug, proud of her sparkling and happy that she had gotten her little trick right. Honestly, you were a bit jealous. You wished you could be this happy by doing something as simple as a gymnastic maneuver.
Vaportrail cheered along with her carrier, excitedly thumping her peds against the surface of the berth. Then she turned to look at you, her optics gleaming with happiness. "I did it! I did a forward roll!"
"Oh, did you?" After your rhetorical question, you languidly returned to your original position, lying with your back plates on the berth and your servos behind your helm. You cheekily turned to Vaportrail and Starlight, a sly, good-natured smile pulling at your dermas; you closed your optics. "I wasn't looking."
"Y/N!"
Both femmes happily laughed at the moping undertones of Vaportrail's voice.
"Just kidding!"
That day was a long time ago, at least it seemed to be; it felt like it. Those words were spoken in the same chamber you slept and resided in. That comical stunt was performed in the berth across from yours. They were not here anymore. Even if you wished they were back together, that deceitful dream would only be achieved by death.
No one can pursue their dreams or be free enough without it. Freedom is for the rich because dreaming costs money.
Starlight wasn't there to hold her youngling and hug you when you needed it. You weren't hearing her voice either, singing lullabies to help you both fall into a much-needed recharge. Her presence was so needed, so sought; in places like this, femmes like her were what one needed to forget about the harsh burden that was the act of being alive. To think that only forty-eight groons before she was still living, she was still here.
Her memory made you miserable because best friends comprehend you like no other. Starlight was overly protective and brutally honest—as if she ever needed that. You felt so enraged and resentful at not being there to protect her that you feared you might break.
Although you dug Starlight's grave, blatantly refusing to let the body of your best friend turn into waste parts or scrap metal, a part of you still suppressed the image. One day, you would properly weep for her, but first, you had to accept that she was truly gone. A part of you would never be able to accept that Starlight would never appear, skipping around a corner to tease you for falling for her clever joke.
‘How can she be dead?’
Harsh knocks against your metal door made you jerk from your position on the berth.
"08, are you in there?!"
The boisterous tone of the mech standing behind your door made you remember that you were still real and breathing inside your crude, undeserving, unworthy existence. Your bubble-turned crystal cocoon inevitably started collapsing at the reminder that life could still go on without Starlight because, after all, no cybertronian knew who Starlight is—was. No cybertronian knew who Starlight was. The world moved on without her.
Without thinking much, you got up from the cold berth, chills flourishing in your metallurgic skin before walking the small distance towards the oxidized door and swinging it open. You would not have considered the thought of opening (being too engrossed in your self-pity and wallowing in grief, you know?) in the first place was it not for the genuine undertones of chipper motivation that were painted over H–01's usually harsh, asperous voice.
Wait, why was he at your door anyway?
His hulking, rusted frame was as corroded as ever, and it was honestly a little sickening to look at. Despite the awful veil of dust and ash that littered him, the grayish, crimson, and dull turquoise glares of his deteriorated paint job could still be peeked at; his wheels were decaying, and his melancholic optics had lost their love for life— as had everybot else's.
Ancient as a cosmic star and twice as intelligent, with his towering structure and terse personality, H–01 was by far one of the town's most elderly seniors—and, may you add, one of the most cordial.
You remembered the day you first arrived here, back when you were still an inexperienced femme in life, gullible, back when you dreamed dreams.
After an accident in your old work establishment,—one of the mech coworkers had stepped over the line with you, resulting in a mining pickaxe protruding from his knee plate and a lot of energon spilled around— you had been sent to Mining Outpost R–02, and H–01 quickly took it upon himself to become a mentor of some sort as you shared letter unit.
You recalled that he laughed as he had never before when you told him the story of why they had banned you from your previous workplace. Later, you met Starli—
"08?"
You blinked owlishly, and realizing that he was calling out to you, you grounded yourself and met his preoccupied gaze.
"What did you need?"
He frowned at your mediocre attempt at lying. H–01 was by no means stupid, and sadly, you didn’t give enough credit and didn't acknowledge how easily he could pick apart your facade, layer by layer, until your shell was utterly ripped apart.
"Kid, I may be rusty, but I'm shrewd enough to know that you're not well." You became conscious of how absurd you must have seemed in his words. He continued. "I'm sorry about your friend and her sparkling."
There it was again, that funny feeling, that blow to the back of your head. You felt your spark wail painfully, and your limbs tensed up, your optics frantically searching into H–01's face plates for any sign of mockery. You found none. You almost crumbled at his sincere words until your response was unwillingly driven back to your tanks when the piercing siren started blasting across the halls of the chambers.
Instinctively, you covered your audio receptors at the discomfort. At the same time, H–01 merely stared into the speaker device right up against the wall, a bit far away from them. From the corner of his optics, he saw many of the workers exiting their chambers, each of them confused, some of them covering their audial receptors as well, and others staring, irritated and visibly vexed at the gadget that was currently stripping them of their much-needed recharging hours.
The workers of the 8th unit, otherwise known as the H unit, approached the oldest mech from their division, questioning themselves about what was going on. Their optics wilted, and there was a slight lolling to their helms, drunk with weariness after a session of an endless cycle of mining.
"01, what's going on?" One of them asked rather loudly, trying to shout over the siren, coming up to them just as you got used to the loud siren and pulled your servos away from your audial receptors.
You moved out of the entrance of your chamber to shut the door behind you, joining H–01 by standing beside him. They shared a brief glance, one filled with puzzlement, the other brimming with uncertainty. But before anyone could share their answer or even make a single move, the horrendous blaring of the alarm stopped.
The speaker against the wall went completely silent, and a single red light started beeping. The Cybertronians looked at each other, baffled.
Someone talked via the speaker.
:: Attention, all workers. You are summoned to the patio at this instant. Once you reach the area, stand in your respective branch line and don't question your current predicament; ignoring this order will result in immediate offlining. I repeat: ignoring this order will result in immediate offlining ::
I need to leave. I need to leave. I need to leave. I need to leave.
That was what you were thinking when you, H–01, and the others walked among the congregation of cybertronians—you would have said mechs were it not for the few femme 'nurses' among the outer lines of the crowds, who as far as you were concerned, were the ones who took care of the workers who suffered minor accidents like infected optics, fractured limbs or something along those lines.
It was not like they counted anyway. Primus knew what they were actually in this town for and what they did to survive.
The patio, used for Cybertronians during their spare time, was circular, wide of range, and littered with damaged devices and compartment containers, a whole mess of passed-down gear and materials.
Whenever they got their energon rations and stopped here to rest, H–01 would remark that only the fuel granted to them wasn't recycled—well, that and the smoke. The patio boulders formed a patchwork, with stones obtained as useless scraps and waste from renovations resting together as lovely as crystalline statues from the High-caste buildings. It had artistry to it, as well as smoothness. You and H–01 used to sit there together.
You saw the executives of Mining Outpost R–02, violently shove some of the workers towards their specific department, yelling something at them that you couldn't quite catch. Considering the calm and easy-going attitude of the mistreated miners, you could just tell that they were the prissy, fastidious mechs of the upper divisions, maybe the 1st or the 2nd, where they didn't get punished for slacking off or harassing other workers along with the bosses just for the fun of it.
Your unit quickly got on its respective branches and neatly stood in line. You all exchanged terse nods, mentally preparing yourselves for whatever was about to happen.
In front of you and the rest of your division were the mechs of the 7th unit, and behind them were the workers of the 9th, and so on. Judging by the others' facial expressions, they, too had no idea of why they'd been called here nor could muster up a word, which only fueled your desire to learn what was going on. The patio got tighter, more claustrophobic as cybertronians arrived.
You were the last number in your unit, meaning that you were placed in the furthest spot from your old friend. You lightly reclined your helm backward to attempt and catch a glimpse of H–01, but to no success, as you saw him and all the other mechs, for that matter, focused on the temporary stage ahead of them.
It held a podium, a small staircase, and fifteen glass balls with electronic chips on them. One for each unit of the Mining Outpost. A chill went down your spinal plate at the thought.
An overwhelming, ominous silence suddenly governed the patio when a mech no one working here had ever seen before climbed up the staircase. The way he moved caused cybertronians to stare at him in fear.
The mech was brawny and towering, and the way his helm fell over his lifeless, devoid optics and left shadows smeared on his cheek plates made others shudder. He was directly in front of the plain, pitiful microphone stand. However, an almost charming smile crossed his dermas.
"I suppose you're asking yourselves why were you brought in here."
Because of the microphone, his voice, profound and with a baritone tone, boomed across the patio, making you wince lightly at its loudness. You, of course, were desensitized from loud noises due to the continuous straining sounds of the mining machines around you day after day, as everyone else was. However, his statement caused many cybertronians to look among themselves, clearly disturbed.
"Gentlemechs, my name is Bullway, and I've come all the way here from Kaon to offer you a choice. I intend to give fifteen of you the chance of coming to Kaon with me and becoming gladiators."
Hushed whispers and inaudible sentences started falling from everyone's dermas at Bullway's words and what they implied. From the corner of your optics, you saw most of the mechs look at each other in mute amazement at what they had just been offered.
Their superiors, who were at the base of the set-up podium, quickly took it upon themselves to silence everyone with a loud yell, the absence of sound appearing once again.
"Think about it! Money, power, glory, fame, all laid at your digitprints!" Bullway threw his arms out to emphasize his words. "Join me, and all you have ever dreamed of will come true. A life of nothing but recognition! Isn't that what you deserve?! Isn't that what you dream of as you stare at the ceilings of your measly stations?!"
Dreaming cost money. Dreaming cost money. Dreaming cost money.
Almost as if he had read your mind, H–01 subtly leaned his helm forward to take a peek at the workers of the section he conducted. Most of them remained stoic, and he was very glad to see that, but what worried him the most right now was H–08.
His facial plates morphed into that of slight disturbance because as he peered into your face, he clearly saw what could only be described as contemplation, doubt, and consideration, which both bothered and worried him.
Bullway smiled at how he had you under a forged delusion and continued his speech, "See the crystal globes here? There's one for each unit of your Mining Outpost. They all contain chips with your respective electronic signatures. Each vorn you have worked here, your signature will be entered an additional time. You can figure out the rest, so let us begin!"
Each vorn?
You suddenly realized that the globes were not in order because, in the same minute that you let the circumstances sink in, Bullway had already slipped a servo inside one of the spheres and grabbed one chip from it, reading it aloud so everyone could hear the letter and number clearly.
"G–10!"
All of the divisions started looking among each other, searching for the (not) lucky mech, a pregnant silence following suit as the group in front of them all glared sympathetically at the chosen one, who stood frozen in place, optics blinking several times, wishing to Primus that Bullway had read the designation incorrectly and it wasn't him who was just chosen.
You felt a shiver run down your spinal plate when one of the guards roughly seized his shoulder and made him start walking toward the platform, ignoring the mech's begging and lightly dragging him across the patio as everyone stared in horror. Your intake suddenly went dry when Bullway moved to the next globe, grabbed an electronic chip, moved to the microphone again, and read it aloud.
This time it was from the upper divisions, A–07, you heard.
Just like that, another mech was whisked away from his branch line and thrown across the patio. He then ascended the flight of stairs to stand beside G–10, who apparently was still encapsulated in deep denial, continuously shaking his helm in disbelief. It was tenaciously obvious that Bullway did not concern himself with their worries and imminent fear as he once again moved toward a globe and grabbed another.
You wished cybertronians would step outside their own frames and oversee from the outside what was actually happening at that very instant in Nuna 5PY. Plucked from their workstations like flowers in a garden, sent off to Kaon for the purpose of entertainment for the Upper class with the bombastic excuse of 'MONEY POWER GLORY' behind it.
Prisoners inside their own bodies, trapped to fend off for themselves on a planet where no one cared about them.
Electronic signatures continued rolling off the mech's glossa like energon from a wishing well. The mechs that were chosen always did the exact same thing. They stood completely aghast for a few nanokliks, staring at the soot-stained ground in front of them in absolute shock, their frames deflating like rubber balloons, dermas parting in awe at themselves because they just couldn’t believe it.
F–03.
I–11.
D–04.
E–07.
K–15.
O–02.
When they got prodded by one of the guards, they stared at them, silently begging for compassion, but they found none. Eventually, they were pulled out of their place and shoved towards the staircase on the stage, where Bullway gleefully welcomed all the newcomer 'gladiators' just to grab another electronic chip and call out yet another designation, and so repeating the cycle.
C–01.
M–06.
B–09.
L–01.
J–02.
N–14.
Oh, there was still a globe left. The H unit.
The crowd drew in a collective breath, and then you could hear a pin drop. You were feeling nauseous, your servos clammy, your whole frame tense, your processor hurt, and your spark ached. You longed to see Starlight, you wanted to chase after the train where you sent Vaportrail off to Cyberpolis, and you didn’t know how much H–01 was desperately hoping that it wasn’t you, that it wasn’t you, that it wasn’t you.
"And the last one! H–08!"
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do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon
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what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter
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do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon
would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no
type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits
tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship
would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )
what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter
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