#we're all brothers in primus

[hoistsautobody]

I realized something...

[whatwooshkai]

HOME STRETCH!!! 21 like the strangely high American drinking age!

"I hate you," Blades mutters.

Quickshadow doesn't dignify that with an answer.

They've been stuck below ground for maybe a few hours now. Blades had spent the first hour panicking, the second hour sleeping off the exhaustion, and from then on the hours started to blur as he woke up and immediately started moping.

Quickshadow grimaces at the taste of dirt as she licks her claws clean, before going back to attacking the cave wall. Their comms are blocked from this far down, and there's absolutely no way the other rescue bots are picking up their signals. She can only hope that they saw exactly where the ground had opened up beneath her and Blades and are digging accordingly.

But they've also been down here a while, so that might be a stretch.

"You could help, you know," Quickshadow snaps, deciding Blades doesn't deserve grace anymore. Sure, he's a flier trapped who knows how deep underground and clearly isn't taking it well, but sitting in the corner pouting most certainly isn't helping anyone. "You do have claws."

Blades doesn't answer, so she keeps pressing. "If you actually want to get out of here, we must work together, you know-"

"Primus, you sound just like Hot Spot," Blades snaps, and Quickshadow pauses out of pure confusion.

Who is Hot Spot?

"'Oh, we're brothers, we're a team'," Blades mocks, and Quickshadow gets the distinct feeling that Blades isn't really talking to her anymore. "'The power of love and friendship and we have to stick together' and look where that got us!" He heaves a vent, putting his face in his hands. "No. No, he was right, we should've stuck together. Maybe then they wouldn't all be dead."

Quickshadow's interest is piqued, that's for sure. She's always been partial to mysteries, and enforcer training certainly doesn't help.

But this brings up a whole host of questions. Normally "brothers" is a term used for split-sparks and gestalts, though he fondly calls his team that. Was Blades part of a gestalt? Are they all dead besides him? She thought he didn't participate in the war, what could've possibly happened?

"Who is all dead?" she asks, and Blades meets her with a glare, but no answer, so she presses. "Were you part of a gestalt? A combiner team? I thought you never saw war, but all combiners were drafted right away, weren't they-"

"SHUT UP!"

Quickshadow's mouth snaps shut. Blades is glaring at her with more force than she thought him capable of, his rotors raised angrily and threateningly.

"All bots like you ever do is ask questions!" he screams, voice reverberating off the walls of the cave. "'What did it feel like'? 'Cause of death'? 'Maybe you'd like to come into the lab so we can study you'! 'Are you sure you felt him die'? All these motherfucking questions and I still don't know anything!"

Quickshadow opens her mouth to say something, anything, but Blades is whirling on her again. "Shut up!" he shouts. "I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it," he mumbles over and over, like a mantra, sinking down to the ground and pulling his knees to his chassis.

Quickshadow blinks. Something about what Blades was saying is ringing a bell in her processor, but she can't quite put a digit on it. There's some story, maybe something she heard in a break room or passing a mech on the street, something about a murder, or maybe a series of murders, having to do with a gestalt... but she can't quite remember.

Wasn't there a kidnapping case as well? Naturally forming gestalts were extremely rare, of course when the war broke out Autobots and Decepticons would want to have combiners on their teams.

Maybe I could look into it for you, she almost wants to say. I could get access to some old files. Maybe deep in my memory banks, there's something that could help you.

I want to help you.

"You don't hate me," is what comes out of her mouth.

"...No."

Quickshadow returns to digging.

[fictionkinfessions]

You know what? I'm angry. Pissed, actually.

The only reasons why I would say I use Twitter are for keeping up with news for my current interests, especially Transformers. It is an excellent way to keep up to date for things like recent toys, TF One tidbits and the occasional beautiful piece of artwork that I stumble upon..

However..

There are.. so many people on that platform that are rather brash about Megatron and Optimus Prime having a close relationship with each other. Not only do they constantly berate those who like the ship, but they always use the reasoning of "incest".

...Do they know what 'brothers in arms' means? Have they even looked at the designs??

They often do this take for the live action Bay movies, but you see an example of actual siblings in them... and they look similar. Not completely different like those versions of Optimus and Megatron. I dare say they're the most different looking versions compared to others and their differences.

I'll be honest, it's kind of... Cybertronian-phobic. If it was said in world where we did exist physically as actual alien beings, we'd take offense to it. Oh, and it's obviously tainted with homophobia as well, especially considering that they mostly bring up Elita as being the better partner for Optimus, which I'll definitely touch on.

This leans more into personal territory, but I really never saw Megatron as a brother, not even a brother in arms. Sure, he mentored me, but that was for friendship that later blossomed into love before wilting away. He always saw me as a close partner, until he couldn't. I did as well. We loved each other dearly, and even after all our conflict, I think we still did deep in our sparks.

But all they say is that it can't be possible. That these two rivals, enemies can't have any close relationship because it goes against the story and has less emotion than if they were friends.

How DARE they.

Yes, I did feel very terrible about losing someone I could consider one of my closest friends.. but most of my despair was about the fact that we could have done so much together as lovers. For Primus' sake, I wanted him as my Conjunx! If we were merely friends or brothers in arms, I would not have been so merciful, fond and kind to him as his enemy.

And then they say that Optimus should be paired with Elita instead.

Well, guess what?

SHE WAS ACTUALLY MY SISTER. WE'RE RELATED!!

Primus, I can't stand some of these people. Maybe I should start blocking them..

- Optimus Prime, Transformers Prime, #🃏💜💗🤡

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[guardian-instincts-bad]

okay none of this is new information but as usual i am thinking about gorrik and arenanet just. really never considered the timeline of his life and the implications of that at all, huh

like, okay, for eod you needed him to have a relationship to ankka and you needed ankka to have connections to the aetherblades, so you threw them both in thaumanova, fine

except. thaumanova. which blew up in 1324.

and no, we don't have a canon age for gorrik. but we know taimi's age, that she was friends with blish, and that blish is older than gorrik

now. taimi didn't know that the brothers had joined the inquest. which means either they'd kept it a secret from her, or more likely, it happened after they lost touch

taimi was born in 1313, meaning that the absolute oldest she could have been when she last saw them, is ten

now sure, taimi skipped a couple years, she's a prodigy even among asura - but age really matters when you're in single digits. for blish to be a friend, rather than a mentor, he can't be much older than maybe four years above her? i'd put that as the reasonable upper limit, they could be closer

(i'd also honestly guess that gorrik is a bit younger than taimi, given a) how much he looks up to blish, and b) that taimi prior to s4 only thought of him as blish's weird little brother, they weren't friends. and again, at that young, age matters - if you're 7, your friend is 10, and his little brother is 8 or 9, your first connection to him is probably not "oh, the little brother", because he's not little to you)

but assuming im wrong on all of that, just going back to our facts, that puts gorrik at the most about 2-3 years older than taimi

which means that the age we're looking at, for joining the inquest, thaumanova, all the stuff with ankka... he was somewhere between 9 and 13. could be even younger but im giving him the benefit of the doubt

gorrik says he never thought about ankka romantically and i believe him, but if there was ever anything there from her side, it was definitely a kiddie's first crush kinda thing, like oh we are a boy and a girl who are best friends clearly this is what romance means

because both of them were so fucking young

god knows spending her teenage years in the aetherblades was not great for ankka's everything, and by the time we find gorrik and blish in bug in the system, they've been working for the inquest for at least 8 years

that's almost half his life, at that point. working for an organisation that the thaumanova fractal and rata primus make incredibly clear does not value the lives of its workers in any way at all - they'll feed you to their latest experiment just for standing there, and gorrik wasn't just keeping his head down and going along with it, gorrik was actively sabotaging their research when he morally disagreed with it

(and this isn't even getting into why they joined the inquest in the first place, which i will bet anything i own on being because of blish's illness and needing the technology to save him)

and to their credit, i do think this comes across in bug in the system! because if you go back to early gorrik, first half of s4, having played through the rest of the story? the difference is shocking, like he is so distrusting and snide and defensive as hell of his brother, he talks like he expects you to attack him or blish at any moment

but then they never do anything with that ever again, and like, i love all the new gorrik content, genuinely i do, but arenanet there are layers to this character that you have entirely forgotten about, and god i wish we had a story that actually explored that

[transingthoseformers]

Oh yeah. I'd say the transformers baring the beastformers ie Maxamals, Predacons and Ravage their food web is N/A. In a world like TFP they're basically all n/a except for Predaking and he drinks cubes. I'm leaning TFP since i know it best.

Orcas, Dolphins, and fricken octapi would definitely terrorize any Cons in the water. As would the larger sharks.

And humans being omniverous we could get energon from cyber plants, other cyber animals and just cronch the crystals raw as well as drinking cubes of refined energon. There's evidence even as far back as two million years ago our ancestors were hunting megafauna to extinction. And being turned into robots to serve Deceptacon overlords? People would be Pissed. Homo Sapiens techni would be a terror to the Deceptacons as would most megafauna. Scraplets with a vendetta that wouldn't eat you alive just chase you untill you colapsed untill you were too tired to run anymore.

Can you imagine a herd of bison or moose? They will ef up a mofo, and his vehicle. The poor vehicons wouldn't stand a chance agains cyber-ungulants.

Tarantulas where ever he is would be over the moon though. Here you have mechanical organisms retained their organic body plans. And now their easier to fix! Surgons being able to remove and replace wonky organs more easily. Even in the Pit, he'd be swooning with joy. Shockwave would also find this intriguing.

This isn't even getting into the whole Unicron at the center of the earth thing. Would that make us resistant to Dark Energon or more susceptible to it?

Do you think Homo Sapiens techni would be able to transform? Cause in the cosmology Primus is a benevolent diety. Would he adopt the Bastard Children Unicron abandoned? Especially if Optimus did something with the matrix to intervene?

Yeppp, so they absolutely are not prepared for this :)

Goddamnnnnn technoorganic cephalopods would be terrifying, and honestly giving them longer lifespans as a treat WILL probably mean they get to learn more— not necessarily more intelligent, sure, but they'll get more time to apply it. This Will Have Consequences

Also consider: cyberformed dogs. And I don't mean the little yappy fuckers, I mean large hunting dogs and sheep dogs. Imagine how fucking cool they would be, and they too are persistence hunters.

Nopeeeee, ohh. Oh they are in for such a time. Moose are so much bigger than you would anticipate, and I feel like cyberforming would make a lot of these larger herbivores even more bold.

Also bears, don't forget bears.

Tara would be! I've been thinking a lot about Tara but in tfp, and I imagine his little technoorganic spark would be in love with this place regardless of which characterization we're rolling with here. Hell, in this situation, I can see him turning against the cons if we're rolling with a more beast wars style. After all in BW didn't he try to overthrow Megs?? If we're going for Earthspark Tara I feel like he's liable to just fuck off into the CyberEarth woods to study it all. Shockwave's gonna be stealing ideas from Mother Nature: enhanced addition

ooo ohhh adding dark energon into this shit will be interesting as fuck, because we KNOW that shit interacts in interesting ways with energon and if it interacts with the technoorganics... It wouldn't be a surprise if some of the CyberEarth animals that die don't stay dead. zOMBIE SHIT Y'ALL

Adding transforming into this gives us so many more fun things

Not even just including your typical humanoid to vehicle or animal, but being able to transform different weaponry— technoorganic humans and animals alike. Can you imagine if a wolf could have a form more optimized for damage and one more optimized for speed? New opportunities for amphibious lifestyles?? Taking retractable claws and fangs to a whole new level?? I'm staring at a Curious Archives video on "The Future Is Wild" so I might be in the same spec bio heaven mode as Tara is. It would be so goddamn fun if Primus did intervene for the sake of his brother's wronged children, if he (and Optimus, to some degree) wanted to give what's here of humanity and nature a better chance.

[dontpetmeibite]

Ravage manages not to spray coolant fizz all over her stepdaughter or her desk. "How is it that you come from a universe where natural reproduction is common and I have to tell you these things? You wouldn't have been possible in our universe for more reasons than one; we're still trying to figure out how to undo what the Quintessons did to the vast majority of the non-Predacon, non-Matrix-bearing population."

She shakes her head. "Okay. So. For the most part, bitlets come from blacksmiths, like Silvermist and Glit. Frozen sparks, forged frames with growth-plates. Sometimes they come out of hot spots too, but a lot of the hot spots are dead. The Quints fucked around with our species and tried to make it so that Primus, in the living body of Cybertron, was the only being who could generate bitlets. But Predacons are called that because we're all wild-type. Anyhow."

She swallows another drink of the fizz.

"Naturally produced bitlets are produced by spark-merging. Two people love each other very very much, so instead of just fooling around with interface arrays and fields and cables, they actually open their chest plates and merge sparks. Sometimes a new spark splits off the merged sparks during merging and if you don't have a blacksmith around to forge a body you've got problems unless one of you has a gestation tank, which are usually only found in Predacons. I do not have one because it was broken when I was a lot younger. But Soundwave does and with the Matrix involved it seems sometimes like it's always on, too."

This is when she'd be blushing if she wasn't painted black, although if Remix has heat sensors on she can probably still tell.

"In order to support natural carrying and help the carrier grow protoform in the gestation tank, it, uh... well. You need to do a lot of sticky-facing, and the carrier has to use their valve. All of the fluids--which carry CNA--go into the construction of the protoform. That is why people who carry naturally and have multiple partners often have bitlets that look as much like their other lovers, and occasionally even a bit more, than they look like their spark-sire. This is why Improv looks like Jazz a lot and Catfish looks like Nautica and why Soundwave would like us to have one with Roddy participating. This is also why people don't always realise Sparkthief is adopted, because he looks an awful lot like Jazz. Viridian and Soundblaster just look like us, but that is because Soundwave's brother made them in a lab, and the fact that one has my frame type and the other Soundwave's, but the outlier powers are reversed, should tell you a lot about Onyx's sense of what I hesitate to call humour."

Ravage isn't sure why telling Remix this is embarrassing.

If she were telling a human, she'd be cackling the whole time watching them freak the fuck out about it.

[inkheart01]

THE GODS WILL NOT GO QUIETLY

A Gladiator and a Paramour. A Scout and a warlords advisor. Friends torn down to Enemies. Martyrs and Makers. Allies reduced to Traitors. And the end of the day, who will question the gods when their toys grow boring?

PT 1- CHAPTER 2

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CHAPTER 1__CHAPTER 2__CHAPTER 3

“I have never understood where the line is drawn Between sacrifice And self-slaughter.” ― Hilary Mantel

The stands trembled under the combined weight of what seemed to be half of cybertron itself, deafening roars filling the cavernous space. Amidst the crowning crowd, Soundwave found the lith femme amidst the sea of bodies, pink armor hard to escape, especially when she practically hung from the balcony, only the grip of her brother keeping her from falling into the pit below, where two gladiators awaited the carnage to come.

“You know the stakes”, Gridline slunk from the shadows behind him, bouncing on his feet as Ravage slipped up onto the gladiator's shoulders. “You win this match, and your next big fight is against Megatronus. No more filler bots”

“Not that filler matches are bad”, Beacon hovered nervously beside the mech, tapping away at the tablet between her claws. “As time consuming as they are, we need them for the reputation”, she smiled widely up at Gridline, the mech too busy with socializing with the few bots handing over the entrance to care much about the words escaping his partner's ruby mouth. “Ah, well, moving on”, she waved him off, and Soundwave turned to her as she pulled up the complex schedule she had spent hours pouring over. He admired that about Beacon, where Gridline may have been his boss, scheduling fights and collecting payments, Beacon was the mastermind behind it all. She was organized, and while easy to annoy, she rarely let herself indulge in anything other than her work. “You beat Aftershock today and you move up the leaderboard, but remember-”

“It doesn't guarantee him the spot”, Frenzy echoed, smiling toothily.

“Yes, thank you”, Beacon scrunched her brows the the minibot, “Next week, your fighting Cobalt, Overshot and-”

“Oryx!”, the ebony ‘bot nudged his brother, both eying the crowd, and the crimson fighter acting as a wall between the twins. “Apparently he gored his last opponent with his horns!”

“Thank you, Frenzy”, the Femme shooed the two back down the tunnel, muttering as they went on about the last few match-ups. “Yes, yes, Oryx. He’s only a middle class fighter at best”, Beacon hissed, shoulders slumping once the twin minibots were out of earshot. “One competent opponent and he’s getting gored”

“The twins already pissing you off? It's barely been an hour”, Gridline sidled up next to the femme, wary of the talons she had on full display. Soundwave remembered one night, acid rain thick overhead, where she had returned long after curfew, energon staining her claws and a look of righteous fury painted across her faceplate. He had done the research, he knew who she had killed, and if she had wanted the life, Soundwave would have perhaps feared the idea of facing her in the pits. But for the peace of Primus, she had chosen the life of a gladiatorial secretary.

“No, scraphead, i'm not pissed”, Beacon hissed, brown knotting ass he spun to face Gridline. “We're behind schedule because you couldn't stop canoodling!”

“Then let's get moving”, the third member of the team, Strom hauled a heavy crate behind him, wolfish smile splitting his face as he slung an arm around Beacon’s shoulders. “Crowds alive tonight”

“They better be”

Soundwave reached for the box, latches hissing open as Strom ducked out of Beacons range, ducking behind Gridline, and when the gladiator stood, dual blades heavy in each hand, the armorer darted over to his side, pulling a shiny visor from its casing. “One more matchup, big boy, you win this and we say hello to more credits than we've ever dreamed of”

“Is it just about the money for you!”

Before Strom could respond, the lights went dark, and the crown roared. The visor slotted into place easily, locks snapping shut and machinations wiring as beyond its tempered glass, the arena lit up in bolts of vibrant neon, the announcer, zipping around overhead calling for the gladiators.

Soundwave stepped forward, an inky wraith against the light, ahead, Aftershock’s frame rattled with pent up charge, blue eyes searching the visor as hidden behind it, Soundwave found Cavalier, Rumble and Frenzy beside her, the trio shining like a lighthouse with every pass of the overhead neon, body’s painted in intricate patterns, but none so striking as the visor glowing blue across the Femme’s face.

Soundwave would win this fight, not because he had to, but because he wanted too.

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Nemesis was quiet in the gray of a cloudy dawn, engine rumbling softly as her crew roused. Work began early and ended late, the night shift stumbling back to their bunks as the day workers found their stations. It would be another busy day, Soundwave hummed to himself, feeling the static fuzz of his processor rebooting. The mech found sleep to be time consuming, and there was so much work to be done. I'll sleep when I'm dead. The human idioms rattled around in his mind from time to time, and he found that yes, sleep could wait.  

A soft beep reminded the mech of where he was, and what he was doing, the warship's powerful spark pounding above him, and a proud voice echoed down the narrow corridor. “There you are”, From the all-consuming energon glow, Peacemaker emerged, ducking under the arch that towered above him, mighty Forgehammer resting in her hand. “It’s been a while, my son”, The communications officer hung his head, a silent acknowledgement of the passing time. “The forge burns hot today, Nemesis seems to have found time to humour us with her conscious”, Her voice carried power, much like her frame, built tall and wide, and Soundwave feared that, in her ancient age, if she rose to her full height, shoulders squared and back straight, she would rival Megatron. 

At the passing glance of the warlord's name, soundwave relayed the message he had been sent with. “Tell that-”, he had spent the silent walk scrambling the moment his master had called the Forge-keeper a bleeding pile of useless scrap, “-I require more troops”. He also forwent the endless tangent Megatron had gone on, insulting every moment of the Autobots and their continued existence. It was not important, the message clear enough in as little as four words.

“Tell our gracious lord that his troops are already in production”, The forge-master sighed, hammer ringing across the ground as she inched closer. “Though, we both know that isn't why you are down here, is it?”, Of all members of the mighty Cybertronian race, only a select few could ever truly understand the cunning gladiator, and all but one resided secretly aboard the Decepticon warship. “Come, they have missed you”, a sharp pang of guilt raced through his systems, processor momentarily blinded by a pink frame, eyes bright and blue and laughter echoing around in the hidden recesses of his body. And then he pushed the aching ghost away and followed dutifully, mindful of the blistering heat as he shadowed the towering femme through the labyrinth of Nemesis’ mighty spark chamber. It was a beautiful thing, the warship's heart, a small sun glowing blue even in her stasis lock, beating low above the gangways the two walked along. “She tells me things, you know?”, Peacemaker brushed a shining claw against the glass spark, electricity crackling through the air, zipping along her cerulean frame, and in the impending glow, Soundwave almost lost her in the bloom. “Even in her state, she sees far more than even you”. Soundwave remained silent, unseen gaze locked on the sizable chunk at the core of the warship's heart. A piece of the Well of Allsparks, taller than he was and just as wide, and he felt the matching sliver at the center of his own spark cry out, trapped in its cage of steel and forever longing to be returned to its rightful place.

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[simping-on-the-daily]

TWST Characters in Transformers Universe

Combined the two current hyperfixations let's goooo~ References the caste system from IDW, the constructed cold racism and things like mnenosurgery and empurata

Ace: The classic young, reckless Autobot who wants nothing more then to kick Decepticon tailpipe. Didn't actually experience the caste system bullshit; he was born just before the Decepticons did their war crimes and fully declared war. As a result, has no fucking idea what everyone is talking about by 'functionism' and joined the Autobots because 'we're the good guys right' Fucking obsessed with Earth media, probs participates in street racing and a fucking menace

Deuce: Just like Ace, was born just before the Decepticons broke everything the Geneva convention stood for. Tragically got stuck in the wrong crowd, bring influenced by Decepticons who didn't fight for freedom, but rather for sport. They rubbed off of Deuce and he joined the ranks, but he's a good bot at spark; upon realising what he had done was wrong, he joined the Autobots. Sometimes regrets that decision because Primus dammit he really wants to punch Ace and not get in trouble for it, cause opposite sides and shit

Riddle: Now this fucker experienced the caste system all right. Having been led his entire life believing that the Senate was right, he's a stick in the mud. Any stoicism he had was furthered by the trauma of war, where he aligns Autobot, agreeing with the belief that your alt mode defines your purpose in life and fighting against the bots who oppose that belief; the Depcepticons. He gets better though, and sticks by the Autobots now because he knows it's the right thing to do

Leona: Though Leona recognised that Cybertronian society was not all perfect and wanted to help his peers, he was constructed cold, his artificial spark similar to that of the forged Farena, leading people to call them brothers. Alas, CC racism, Farena having a far more better alt mode and Farena already being an extremely important bot made the Senate deem Leona worthless. Leona tried for a long time to fight the system, wearing the Decepticon insignia (not never officially joining), he began to realize that war altered the Decpeticons ideals, making them no longer fight for freedom, and the hope he once had shattered, depression hitting him like a freight train. He's taken to Earth due to their great recharging spots, and is only really close to Ruggie, his only friend from the Decepticon days. Opens up eventually, and though he's not wiping off the badge anytime soon, he promises to keep fellow beast mode Cybertronian Jack safe from all of the shit the war has to offer

Rook: What the fuck is there to say honestly. Rook was an outlier, able to instantly to identify someone's coordinates, whether they were friend or foe, and hunt them down without the need of technological assistance. One could call him neutral, for he only makes temporary trucks with either Bot or Con if he thinks that it'll give him a close optic view of something truly 'beautiful', but his loyalty isn't to either cause. Rather, it's too a person; the imfamous Vil Schoenheit. People mistake him for a member of the DJD due to his vibes and who can blame them

Jamil: Oh dear. Forged right next to Kalim, Kalim's robot form made of ancient Cybertronian jewels and a great alt mode, Jamil's entire life was paved for him. His personal servant, he grew to despise the bot he was forced to serve, even more so at the fact that Kalim wasn't like the Senate; his spark was pure and he approached the world with an optimistic glee. Jamil wished to fight for the Depcepticons, but was too afraid to go against his master at the time. When Kalim joined the Autobots, he dragged Jamil with him, who witnessed numerous Autobots join just so they could show the Decepticons their 'proper place' as slaves and other horrifying concepts, and bots with truly kind Sparks that deserved to live a life untainted by war. Slowly growing more and more cynical, one day he lost it, denouncing the Autobots. The next time Kalim saw him, Jamil bore the Decpeticon insignia.

Ortho: He was once a kind soul, who learned the Cybertronian way by a far more anxious bot; Idia, growing close enough to act like brothers. Once. Tragically, he encountered an empurata'd, vengeful spark who acted like the infamous Sparkeaters, being brutally beaten to death, Idia watching as a medic failed to come in time and his plating turned grey. In his grief, Idia stole a constructed cold protoform, altered the frame and created his own artificial Spark to be in Ortho's likeness, leading to the creation of the new Ortho Shroud. Though officially neutral like his brother, Ortho has become good friends with many Autobots, being an unofficial member of them.

Lilia: One of the first vocal Decepticon supporters, he strongly believed in freedom and wanted to fight for his fellow bots. Tragically, the war trauma fucked him up really bad, and realized that the Decepticons had changed their goal from freedom to tyranny under a different name. He dissapeared mysteriously, believed to have died a legendary death in combat, rumours going on to say he could defeat the DJD without breaking a sweat and numerous other great claims. In truth, he abandoned the Decepticons, taking refuge on Earth, in unofficial custody of the kids he found and has sworn on his spark he'll keep them away from the horrors of war.

[novafire-is-thinking]

Behind the Playlist - Transformers: Prime Edition (Part 11 of 22: Megatron)

Link to the other posts in my Behind the Playlist series

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One either loves Megatron or fears him. Or both. It was easy to find songs that fit his character arc. I present to you a playlist fit for a delusional gladiator-turned-warlord.

Intended overarching themes and/or qualities: World-shaking Ambition, Poisoned Motives, Violent Striving

My personal favorite(s) from this playlist: Stand Alone, Call Me Fighter, Warpath, and The Call

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Full song list and explanations under the cut:

Believer by Imagine Dragons

This one is so fitting that it could have been one of Megatron’s speeches as a gladiator on the rise.

Here We Come by Tiger Drive

Here they come. They call themselves “Decepticons.” And they’re bringing war because fighting is all they’ve known.

Rule the World by Zayde Wølf

“So we'll keep on starting the fires / Thinking we'll smoke out the liars / We don't give up when we're tired / That isn't the way that I'm wired

Someday, someday / We're gonna rule the world / I know someday / We're gonna rule the world / Counting down to explosion / I hear the moment approaching / Someday, someday / We're gonna rule the world”

Legend by The Score

“Here we go, here we go / It's my turn to make history / Here we go, here we go / When I'm gone they'll remember me, yeah

A dreamer with the fever to be great was all I ever want / Was all I ever wanted / A fighter with the fever for the fame was all I ever want / Was all I ever wanted”

Shakedown by The Score

“The scars from the fights that came through the years / Are constant reminders of what got me here / All those nights alone / They were the start of something great now / Here comes the shakedown”

Stand Alone (feat. Zayde Wølf) by Generdyn

Before he’d gained a following, Megatron may have felt as if he was alone in the fight to bring change, starting with the gladiatorial pits. That didn’t stop him though. He had an iron will and was fully confident in his abilities as a fighter.

Going for Greatness by Future Royalty

“This is my time / I’ve waited long enough / I’m taking my moment / Don’t matter how it was, no regrets / No matter how hard it gets / I’m going for greatness”

Call Me Fighter by Matt Beilis

“The sun is gone / I'm holdin' on / Swallowed up in the fires / But don't call me broken, just call me fighter / A life of pain wrapped up in chains / Still, my dream burns brighter / Don't call me broken / Just call me fighter”

Empires by Ruelle

“A storm is coming / Desire burns / A war is calling / The tides are turned / Empires rise / Empires fall / We live or die / To take the throne / Only one will stand at the end of it all”

Optimus: “One shall stand.”

Megatron: “And one shall fall.”

Warpath by Tim Halperin, Hidden Citizens

“Time is running out / Time can't stop me now / The world may live or die / But I will rise

I'm on the warpath / I'm on the warpath / Yeah, I'm on the warpath / I'm on the warpath

Hear it on the wind / The battle cry within / At my core / I know what I'm fighting for”

Megatron fell to a point where he no longer cared if the worlds he battled on thrived or died as he was chasing Optimus across the stars. Megatron thought he knew what he was fighting for, but he lost sight of it a long time before he reached Earth.

Insurrection - Instrumental by Tommee Profitt

insurrection: (n.) a violent uprising against an authority or government.

Start a War by Klergy, Valerie Broussard

“So you wanna start a war / In the age of icons / So you wanna be immortal / With a loaded gun / So you wanna start a war, war”

“Yes, Primus. I would like to start a war. Oops, I poisoned you. Brb, lemme go chase down and kill my former brother-in-arms since I’m really mad at him. Then I’ll come back and see what I can do about fixing the planet. Actually, maybe I’ll just keep conquering other planets to satisfy my power-hungry spark.” - Megatron (probably)

Turns You Into Stone by Tommee Profitt, Fleurie

“Dreamer trapped by your desires / Turns you into stone / The light you stole / River turns to dust / Miles on the run / Everywhere you go / Can't find no home / All the world you roam / Turns you into stone”

Optimus: “I am but a soldier, Megatron. And you… are a prisoner of your own twisted delusions!”

No Mercy by UNSECRET, icetope

“War is fury / There's no mercy / No mercy / No mercy

No end to the hunger / When it's glory that you crave / The dark pulls you under / 'Cause there's always more to take”

Mountain (feat. Rhett Walker) by Generdyn

Overconfident much?

The Call by League of Legends, 2WEI, Louis Leibfried, Edda Hayes

“For the beat and the broken / For the lost and forsaken / Let us never surrender / May we rise unto the call

For the beat and the broken / For the lost and forsaken / Let us never surrender / For the glory and the fall”

I love this song for so many reasons. This is the Megatron who once fought for a worthy cause—to throw off oppression and demand a just system. I put this song on the playlist for Optimus as well; it fits both of them and emphasizes the bond they once shared when they were working toward the same goal.

Untamable by Hidden Citizens, Tim Halperin

“This appetite it might consume me / I set my sights, no stopping now / Rush of reckless running through me / And time is running out / Oh, it's running out

And there's nowhere left for you to hide / Once the day becomes the night / There's nowhere left for you to hide

Untamable, unshakeable / When the lights go down, the beast comes out to play”

Enemy by Tommee Profitt, Beacon Light, Sam Tinnesz

Megatron became a ruthless enemy of many. This song perfectly conveys the perspective of those enemies.

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Notes:

This post series is in alphabetical order. Next up are Miko Nakadai and Optimus Prime.

As I add more songs to the playlist, I’ll update this post.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

I’m all for the ‘going against family approval to continue loving each other’ trope, but messa thinking about Drwing and Screamer getting along (as much as they can at least) on a ‘murder is not my main prerogative’ basis.

I mean, I’d think Skyquake would appreciate having neither his brother nor his love slitting each other’s throat in the dead of the night, even if he’s currently assuming that they’ve already gotten over most of their differences :)

Starscream and Dreadwing getting along, you say? Think I can do that ;)

"Remind me to tell your stupid brother to NOT listen to him anymore."

"Remind me to tell him to leave you."

Starscream and Dreadwing were forced to take on a mission together. The mission? Guard an energon mine. Normally it was a Skyquake and Dreadwing thing, but the poor mech was tired, so Starscream offered to take his duties. Dealing with his brother was a pain, but Skyquake JUST started to get into the habit of sleeping properly, Starscream wasn't about to ruin it. Starscream was standing there, picking at his claws while Dreadwing sat on a rock, sharpening his blade. It was silent, aside from their banter and the sound of sharpened metal. Starscream sighed after a moment of boredom.

"I don't know how much longer we can keep this up."

"What do you mean?"

"He thinks me and you are 'buddy buddy'. When in reality, I'd toss you into waste disposal, if I had the chance."

"I'd say I'd do the same, but that's insulting to the trash. What he sees in you, I have no idea."

He huffed as he tucked his blade away. He turned a bit, ready to continue verbally bashing Starscream, when he suddenly pulled out his data pad. It demanded his full attention, and at first Starscream thought nothing of it. Then he noticed Dreadwing smiling. Couldn't be Skyquake, he was resting. Wasn't Megatron, since hes...well. Megatron. He peered over his shoulder, seeing that Dreadwing was in fact, talking to someone.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Nunof."

"Nunof?"

"None of your business."

Starscream rolled his optics. Awful joke, it gave him a processor ache. That was when Starscream noticed it. They sent him a heart emoji. That was when Starscream swiped the tablet from him, and tapped on the profile. A young looking bot with orange and white paint. Cute in a way. Dreadwing swiped it right back, scowling something fierce.

"You do not take MY THIN-"

"Does your baby brother KNOW you're flirting with young mechs?"

"He WON'T. Because I'm NOT. Mainly because I...don't know how to."

Dreading's face steamed something fierce, and Starscream thought about it. Should he use this as prime blackmail? Knowing Skyquake would lose his marbles over this? Or...he COULD make Dreadwing a bit less of an enemy, earn some brownie points in this 'karma' he keeps hearing about.

"What? Hitting on THAT? He's crazy about you."

"...how do you know?"

Starscream leaned against his side, arms folded over his chest.

"He's doing the whole 'oblivious nervous cutie' routine. Look at all those hearts he's sending. How long have you been dating?"

"We're not. I don't know exactly. HOW to...ask for that. Not to mention I'm too old for-"

"Oh Primus sake- it's cruel to not help you at this point. Show me the screen."

Dreadwing was reluctant, but he showed him anyway. Starscream skimmed through it, before scoffing.

"Primus, Alpha Trion texts less formally than you do. Poor boy is swinging blind here- here's what you're going to do. You're going to keep playing the big dumb mech card, he's liking that, and say something like, oh I don't know, 'so I know those servos can type. What else can they do?'"

"What does that even-"

"Fingering, Dreadwing."

"W-I can't be so crass!!"

Starscream rolled his optics.

"Fine. Do the same thing, and get nowhere. Trust me. He'll like it. Hell, if he doesn't like it, I'll break up with Skyquake."

"...you're sure of this?"

"Absolutely."

Dreadwing thought about it, before sighing, and doing just that. The response was many frantic, excited, flustered strings of messages. Dreadwing covered his mouth in his hand, somehow blushing even further.

"He...oh."

"Yeeeep. It's called 'flirting'. It's wild. Light though, like seasoning. Too much and you get Knockout."

They BOTH shared a chuckle at that, before Dreadwing sighed in defeat.

"Well. Thank you. I suppose I do need to...experiment a bit. Suppose you want something in return?"

Starscream thought about it for a moment, before a grin fell on his features.

"I get tomorrow with Skyquake. Uninterrupted. In return...I'll get you with this cute set of rotary blades. What are you thinking of a first date?"

"I know a good hot springs?"

Starscream tossed his head back in laughter, smacking his shoulder.

"Oh ho! Steamy! Bit of a pervert aren't we?~"

"I MEAN NO SUCH-"

"You saying you don't want to?"

"I...I mean. I mean I do but-"

"MY god you're a TWINK lover, I CANNOT-"

Something told him this was the start of an awful, yet beautiful friendship.

[congregamus]

Character Sketch: Μελάνθιος (Melanthios)

My Greek mother, Cressida, called me Melanthios. Never mind that my Roman father, Gnaeus, actually named me Secundus. He was the only person who ever called me that name, and even he eventually gave up and called me ‘Thio’ like everyone else did. 

Mamá, who liked the Christians but could not openly convert, said I was her ‘little blasphemy,’ because my nickname, Thio, sounds the same as the word for ‘God’ in Greek, the language my family spoke. I was the spitting image of Gnaeus Caprinius Iustinius in miniature, and my mother worshipped for it. My older brother would inherit, so Primus was pretty square. I stood to inherit next to nothing, so nobody really cared what I did. I turned into the family clown, and I wallowed in their laughter and approval.

It did me no favors in the character department, let me tell you, but I loved it. 

We lived in Corinth, which had been a rich and important Greek city before General Mummius of Rome all but salted the earth a few hundred years before I was born. Julius Caesar brought Corinth back to life as a Roman colony. Within a hundred years, it was a booming business again. 

Maybe it was the diakolos bridge that could be used to roll ships overland on the isthmus to the gulf of Corinth, cutting off hundreds of miles of dangerous sea travel, boosting trade.

Or maybe it was the cult of Aphrodite and her temple prostitutes, the games, theatre, and the general free-for-all that was my city. Corinth was like nowhere else in Greece, and that’s saying something, because things could get pretty weird, even kinky, all over the Peloponnesus. The Olympians really flew their freak flag, as we say now, and we Corinthians were not far behind. It’s hard to say if Corinth was more popular for the money or the sex. My answer, judging by my life, at least, would be, “both.” 

A Roman soldier, patér “retired” to Corinth. It would be nice to say that the old man came back for mamá and his two sons, but he loved the whores, the games, and the whole bit. (Who wouldn't?) He used his pension from the army to make minor investments, like a small grove of olive trees and a few slaves, so that his life would be managed, and so that he could focus on what Corinth was famous for.  

It’s not really honest to say that I stood to inherit next to nothing from him, because Gnaeus was a very handsome man, and he gave me a copy of his face, which, it turned out, did convert directly into cash by way of more business in “the trade.” That inheritance more than paid me back. As far as I'm concerned, we're even.

Growing up, I could tell from the way people treated me, the same as with patér, that I was — as we said back then — a real spread of taramosalata.

I’m not sure when I became conscious of the fact that not everyone enthusiastically accepted whispered invitations to the bedroom. I received more than my share all over town. Consequently, I…developed early. I thought everyone was just like that, but then I figured out that they were only like that for me (and some other people that I also wanted very much to bed).

It seemed natural to me, in that circumstance and in that place, to take up "the trade," which people do for all kinds of reasons. Mostly, people are forced into the work because of poverty, or through some other social disgrace, with others getting into it because they can't be satisfied. While it's likely the trade might have eventually been an economic necessity for me, what actually happened was that I saw an opportunity to take control of my future doing something I was good at. My other option was begging off Primus for the rest of my life, and I didn't have any interest.

So I took a little room in the back of a taverna a couple of streets off Cardo Maximus, where I did a decent business. It wasn't a great choice, but I'm not ashamed of it. The patricians got their throats slit the same as everyone else when the barbarians invaded. And we all landed in the same Hell.

[toonformers]

Design number two, Optimus and Sentinel Prime, complete with height reference chart!

I redesigned Optimus but lets say for lore purposes, the technology for compressing Cybetronians to look humanoid has been developed even more and basically perfected.

But I wanna talk about Senti here, cuz there's some stuff to unravel here lol! So you may or may not remember (for those who don't know) when Naturae's life was destroyed, Sentinel scavenged the planet for survivors. No luck, he only came back with a seed and a note for Optimus from his lover, Shira, saying to take care of it and love it as Oppy loved her.

Sentinel wasn't very...keen to the idea of Optimus having an organic lover. However, he would help him go out with Shira and not be seen. He was willing to keep a secret, with the mentality of "This won't last long." And that mentality stuck with him, even after the news of Shira's death. Ultra Magnus' new law for all Autobots...

[Inside Fortress Maximus]

*Optimus is staring at the seed from Shira, and the note. He'd just compressed his body for the organic appearance and put on a vest with pants*

Sentinel: *slams door open* Optimus!

Optimus, surprised: Sentinel. I see you got the news.

Sentinel, angered: Yeah, I got the news. What have you done to your body? Why is everyone else supposed to do it?

Optimus: Ultra Magnus thought it would be a good way to appease the grief of others over the loss of Naturae and its people.

Sentinel, angered: Don't lie to me. I know you did this to mourn your little romance. What I don't understand is why you're making the entire planet do it!

Optimus: It's not my decision what Ultra Magnus passes as a law and you know it.

Sentinel, angered: But you very clearly influenced him. Don't deny it!

Optimus, annoyed: Fine, I won't. Happy?

Sentinel, angered: You still haven't answered why you want everyone to do this.

Optimus: ...The Naturians...they saw the world differently compared to us. Down to creation. They don't see machines or technology. They don't see sparks of energy or metal. They see life. What life is. What it can be. How it all connected. I want our culture to have that.

Sentinel, annoyed: Optimus, we are machines. We don't have reproduction or flesh or a fragile nature. We're beings who are forged. Built to last eons without a scratch. What differences us from any other machines is our sparks. That's what connects us. That's what makes us Cybertronians. The ability to have an AI so complex it's basically a soul. I for one and happy with that.

Optimus: Well, I'm not. I don't like this idea of "we're machines so we're better than everyone". Because we're not better. We have so much to learn. You especially.

Sentinel: *takes the seed away from Optimus*

Optimus: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Sentinel: This is the problem. You spent way too much time around those organics. I should've separated you two as soon as I suspected your little fling.

Optimus, furious: It's not a fling, Sentinel! She was the one! Shira was the one I wanted to spend my life with! I loved her!

Sentinel, angered: You're judgment has been blinded! You didn't love her!

Optimus, furious: Oh, what do you know about love?! How could you know how it feels to have finally found the being you're going to spend the rest of you're life with, only for them to DIE and you living with the guilt FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY KNOW HOW THAT FEELS?!

Sentinel: *stares in shock and slowly gives the seed back*

Optimus: Thank you. Now please leav...Sentinel?

Sentinel, whispering: *approaches Optimus* How that feels? You mean how it feels to fall in love in the Autobot Academy? How you planned to confess your feelings after completing a mission that you were sure you were gonna succeed. Primus, with your baby brother and friend by your side, it's a guaranteed success. Then...she dies. Because the organics who lived in the planet you visited were hostile and numerous. You blame your brother for not letting you go back for her but deep down, you know. And you have to live with the fact it's all my.... *voice cracks* fault.

Optimus: Sentinel?

*Sentinel walks away silently*

[Hours later, with Ultra Magnus]

Optimus: ...and I haven't seen him after that. I thought maybe he'd gone to see you.

UM: No, I haven't seen him. It's strange. Sentinel is not usually the emotional type. I wonder where he could have gone.

Guard: *bursts through the door* Commander! An emergency! In the medbay! It's Sentinel Prime!

[At the medbay]

UM: Perceptor. What happened?

Perceptor: Sentinel Prime had locked himself in the room and repeatedly used the appearance compressor. I estimate he went in 6 times before collapsing and loosing consciousness.

UM: Primus.

Optimus, worried: Why would he do that?? Where is he?

Perceptor: He's undergoing some repairs. Unfortunately there have been some complications. Normally the compressor can be used once, twice for aesthetic purposes. More than that can damage the exoskeleton. Sentinel having gone in 6 times has caused himself severe internal injuries. Among them...his T-cog.

UM, worried: What's wrong with it?

Perceptor: It's been crushed to a scrap. And as you know, T-cogs are irreplaceable, due to its technology being mostly unknown to science. We've not yet mastered how to build replacement cogs. Unfortunately...Sentinel Prime's transformation ability...has been terminated permanently.

Optimus, shocked: No. Magnus!

UM, sad: Sentinel...

Perceptor: It seems he wanted to fully commit to the organic lifestyle. He didn't explain why. He only said "He needs this."

Optimus: I need to see him.

UM: Take us to him.

Perceptor: Very well.

[Sentinel's med room]

*Ultra Magnus and Optimus enter to see a thin Sentinel, trying on clothing. He turns and stares at his brothers*

Optimus: Sentinel! *hugs Sentinel, Ultra Magnus joins*

Sentinel: Heh. Didn't think you'd want to see me.

UM: Are you joking, you malfunction? What have you done?? Do you realize what this has done to you??

Sentinel: I know.

Optimus: Sentinel, why did you do this? You could've gone offline! Now your T-cog is gone! You'll never transform again! Why?? Why do this?

Sentinel: ...remember what I said earlier? About...the thing with...

Optimus: Yeah?

Sentinel: After that happened, I continued my studies like normally. And it's one of my biggest regrets, because I didn't take the time to mourn Elita One. I never fully recovered from the pain. Now you're going through the same thing I did. And instead of helping you during this time, I was mocking you. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. And...to help you get through this, I decided to follow Ultra Magnus' rule. While taking it to a much...further extent.

Optimus, surprise: Sentinel....

Sentinel: Let's make this clear. I....dislike organics. A lot. But if you think this is what Cybertron needs to progress and what you need to feel better, I'll do it.

Optimus: Senti...come here, you idiot! *hugs* Thank you. You look great.

Sentinel: I know. *smirks*

[polyhexianchicken]

"That wasn't an invititation to prove your weirdness but I respect your commitment. None of those words made sense to me, are you still drunk?? Without me? I'm hurt.." He gave a soft whine, which almost instantly turned into a chuckle. Primus he has no idea what is going on anymore or in which direction this is going, maybe into every?

He playfully shoved the other with an optic roll. "Duh, you're the one who got all sappy first, and you know how competitive I get!"

When Teebs got up and was aiming to tackle him, his optic went wide. "Woah, mech! Hang on, slow down we're in a really tight SpACE-" And down they go crashing, and he wonders how he's not some sort of flattened plank by now, pushing at his shoulders with his claws to get some space between them.

"Fragging HELL Trailcutter! Since when are you one to throw me around like a sack of rocks!" He snapped, though the amused twinkle in his optic gave a different tone away.

What Trailcutter soon followed up with certainly stumped him, considering he took the words right out of his processor. All of which applied to him and how he felt towards the mech, and he playfully bonked back with a cackle. "Nah mech, I'm sorry but your just not my type. But you are brother material. Always there for me, endulging and coming up with your own chaotic plans and standing by my side with a dash of punches at times. You've already been family to me. But I'm not arguing on making it official. If you'll be my brother I'll be yours."

For once he can actually be calmly sincere as he keeps switching his viewfocus to Trailcutters face and then his bared spark.

"Till all are one, I'll be you're brother from another hotspot and a bothering sore to your optic."

@panickedforcefield Closed Thread

“Well I think that was worth the fun.” Whirl spoke up to break the short silence that occured after their short arrest. Granted it was deserved, considering they thrashed a church on earth and wrecked a Zoo.

So here they sat, locked in the Brig until a suitable punishment was found after their mess had been sorted out. Whirl had no remorse whatsoever. Primus, it had been a good while since he’d wrecked absoloute havoc with his best friend. That had been a dangerous stunt to pull off, but he’d go along with it with no hesitiation if Trailcutter wanted to do it again.

Leaning his helm back, viewfield still speckled with blotches of green, his motor rumbled happily.

“Same time next week?” He teased, resting his gaze on Teebs with a cackle. No, they’d have to be on good behaviour for a good few days… but definitely, do something even more wild the next time. “That was really fragging fun, Teebs, pits, we even made it out unscathed even with your drunk aft self!”

[toonformers]

Part 4

Today's topic

Twinsies AU part 3

So we left off that Optimus, Sentinel and Elita One had gone to a dangerous and off limits organic planet, in search of a Decepticon ship with valuable energon in it. You all know what happened as a result...

(Got these from here)

Sentinel returned to his and Centinela's apartment after speaking to Ultra Magnus and getting Optimus expelled from the Autobot Academy. And this is what went down...

Sentinel: *enters* Centinela, I'm back.

Centinela: It appears so.

Sentinel: How was the Ministry?

Centinela: Educational. How was the Academy?

Sentinel: ....good. It was good.

Centinela: Interesting. You know, most people don't consider backstabbing your friends and family...good.

Sentinel, nervous: Uhm...what?

Centinela: Drop the act. I know all about your...expedition. Of course, they were mere rumors, until Perceptor confirmed to me it was, indeed, you and Optimus who had gone to an organic planet and had lost Elita One in the process. I then hear that the recently named Optimus Prime was expelled from the Autobot Academy, claiming he was the one who coordinated the mission. When I distinctly remember it was you who knew about the organic planet, and the Decepticon ship, AND the energon.

Sentinel: I, um...

Centinela: For Primus' sake, Sentinel. What have you done?

Sentinel: I...did what I had to do.

Centinela: And what is that, brother? Killing your friends? Destroying other mechas futures, is that it?

Sentinel, annoyed: That's now what I'm saying! All I meant was that-

Centinela: No! Let me tell you what it means. You exploited my intelligence, used it as a scheme to get rich fast, killed your friend and the first femme you ever loved and obliterated any chance for your best friend to become part of the Elite Guard. The only reason why I haven't told Ultra Magnus the truth of what happened is because I don't have the proof for it! But you do.

Sentinel: What do you mean?

Centinela: I want you to go back there and confess. Tell Ultra Magnus you set up the mission, not Optimus.

Sentinel, angered: What?? No. I can't go back! Centinela, do you realize what they'll do? Ultra Magnus will take away my Primehood. They might even expel me from the Academy!

Centinela: Exactly. You'll repent and receive your due punishment. Most importantly, you'll be doing the right thing.

Sentinel, angered: No, I'm not going. We've come too far to back down now. You know very well they'll punish you too for telling me the information about the planet. It could ruin your future in the Ministry of Science.

Centinela, annoyed: Sentinel, I'd rather be hated by all of Cybertron for doing the right thing then praised by the highest of ranks for doing something completely wrong!

Sentinel, angered: Easy for you to say! You don't care about the Autobot ranks like I do. To you, they're just a waste of time. To me, they're what are gonna get us the lives our creators wanted! A life where we're loved and respected by everyone, don't you want that??

Centinela: Sentinel, of course I want the life our creators wanted for us. But I really don't believe this is it. Love, yes. Respect, of course. But from everyone? You can't make everyone like you, Sentinel. Doesn't matter how rich you are or what rank you have. That is just how life is. And no one can change that, not even the Magnus.

Sentinel: ...I...

Centinela, sad: Please, bother. Just go back and tell the truth.

Sentinel: I'm sorry, but no. And that's final.

Centinela, angered: Sentinel, please, you can't just keep using your emotions related to Mum and Dad's death as an excuse for every bad action in your life!

Sentinel, angered: So what do you want me to do?! Repress my emotions, use my logic all the time like a FREAK?!

Centinela: *stares with shocked expression*

Sentinel, shocked: That-that came out wrong.

Centinela: Get out.

Sentinel: Please let me explain, that's not what I meant.

Centinela: Get out.

Sentinel: Centinela, please just listen to me! Let me explain!

Centinela, furious: GET OOOOUUUUT!!!! GET OOOOUUUT!!! *pushes Sentinel to the door, screaming* YOU WANT YOUR PRIMEHOOD?!?! YOU WANT YOUR PRECIOUS LOVE AND RESPECT?!?! YOU THINK THAT'S WHAT'S IMPORTANT?!?! FINE!! THEN GO!!!

Sentinel, furious: FINE! I'LL GO!! AND I WON'T COME BACK!! I'LL BE THE GREATEST PRIME YOU'LL EVER SEE, WITH EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED!!

Centinela, furious: GET OOOOOOUUUUUUT!!!!

Sentinel: *slams door*

Centinela, crying: I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY! YOU'VE DESTROYED YOUR LIFE FOR SOMETHING YOU'LL NEVER GET!! I hope you're happy...

Sentinel, tearfully: I am. *walks away*

This was very heavy lol. But hey, it's not the end yet. Asks will be open for this AU if anyone's interested. Be it to me or Sentinel or Centinela or even Optimus. See ya in the next part

Part 5

Part 4

Part 2

Part 1

[ask-dr-knockout]

Oh hah hahh hah hah! Your luck may have kept you alive but you never bested him in any fight! No wrecker did don't you ever forget that!

if we had been together nothing would have been any different! Breakdown had the advantage of a true partner not some halfwit knock off of a human! And I pitty it for joining the soiled ranks of such a miserable Lott of degenerates!

And at least he stuck with his own kind! It goes without saying but I'll say it anway.

He was smarter then you in every way. he not only knew combat but was an effective medical professional who knew how to follow my orders. And might I add he played a convincing Ally or did you forget?

Your idiocy is remarkable to me... The fact you can stand there and actually call your human a true partner when she endangered you and all of your team at every turn with her insanity is quite impressively irresponsible.

And Bulkhead, for the record you never knew him... He never degrade himself by saying he was actually proud of the wreckers! You meant nothing to him you were just another job! In fact he laughed at you! We both pittied you! So hung up in revenge and calling yourself his rival. How presumptuous can you get!

How you were incapable of moving on from something that happened millennia ago! Newsflash Bulkhead it's a war we all do terrible things to each other! And now Breakdown is gone because of that same war so hah hah guess you won by a flimsy technicality! Good job! Would you like a gold star?

And might I add, while we are on the subject of war crimes... I seem to remember the wreckers were QUITE the prime example of moral standing we're they not? By the way you speak so proudly of them must have been real winners RIiiiGHT??? HAH!

In fact your little gang contributed quite handsomely to destroy lives at the cost for the "supposed greater good" then any self proclamaed Decepticon! Oh sorry... am I going to far? this must be uncomfortable for you to hear...

Must have been why it was so EASY for breakdown to infiltrate the Lott of you. You made the most ruthless feel right at home truly~ and ohhh my was Breakdown Ruthlessly effecient at his job. Tho I don't need to tell you that.

Breakdown did the universe in general a favor when he neutralized the Lott of you half cocked morons! For Primus sake one of your mottos was that explosives solved every problem! Just ask Wheeljack your friend!

Oh I mean if he's still around... If you can even call him friend, half the time? Who can blame you finding a human to replace him. I mean... I heard he would run off and sulk somewhere quite routinely because he couldn't handle a little authority... If you ask me Miko is more mature! Hahahah and thats saying something! What about the wreckers infamous loyalty?

The only reason HE survived my late dear assistants culling was because he wasn't around for the other "brothers" backs when they needed him hah! But by all means keep up the illusion he actually cared about any of you, ever! haha it wasn't a Betrayal dear Bulkhead it was just another mission, that's all it ever was. He just liked the rush and the firefights not any of you.

Oh yes he told me all about the lott of you tho! Most were so far off the deep end they didn't even know how to properly work as a team they rather throw back high grade then come up with a proper strategy, and when they did it normally ended in extensive casualty! Boy I would have hated to be your lotta medic! Haha What a JOKE!

Sure, Bulkhead you are right ... You are the Better Wrecker! Pha haha! whatever that truly stands for!

That's why it was so easy for Breakdown to clean house of most of you when he was undercover honestly. You on the other hand just got DUMB LUCKY like you always seem to do. Not because of some misguided believe that Breakdown ever thought of you as a friend and decided to spare you.

You were nothing more then just another daily task to him! you never meant anything.

He just humored you because I thought it was funny and all he ever wanted to do was make me happy! And he did. I enjoyed watching you all burn!

It's only a pitty he didn't actually finish the JOB!

In your view, who is the most stupidest Autobot?

Bulkhead, obviously.