#Current-Transformers-Sensors

[icecomponentsinc]

Current Sense Transformers at ICE Components, Inc.

ICE Components, Inc. is a leader in current transformer design, offering a wide range of solutions tailored to various primary currents and ET ratings. Notably, their designs boast high dielectric isolation capabilities and high current measurement options. ICE provides flexibility with standard Surface Mount Technology (SMT) or Through-Hole Technology (THT) options and a choice between feed-through styles and those featuring a built-in primary winding. Custom design solutions are also available.

[prostarchina]

What is the CT Sensor in Solar Inverter On Off Grid

In the realm of photovoltaic (PV) systems, particularly within solar inverter on off grid, the Current Transformer (CT) sensor plays an indispensable role. This device transforms AC from a higher value to a lower value to ensure safe and accurate measurement or protection. It is used for measuring AC. Here’s an overview of what CT sensors are and how they function in solar inverter on off grid…

[evilminji]

You know what would be HILARIOUS?

For everyone NOT involved in the situation?

If the Uzumaki, mad lads that they were, seal master's who routinely moon the Shinigami for funsies that they are, got SUUUUUPER drunk? And were like?

"F-! *hic!* FUCK your fancy ass Summons contract Himiko! I got one TOO, you know. A..An' it's TOTALLY better then yours! It's got BLACKJACK! And hookers!" *falls on their face unconscious*

Needless to say? Not their proudest moment. Actually, their kinda deeply embarrassed. But like FUCK ARE THE BACKING DOWN! Their mouths wrote a check their ass can't currently cash... so the only REASONABLE solution? Apologize and tell the truth? Psh! NO.

Break Reality Until It's TRUE.

THEN they weren't technically lying!

They're a GENIUS~☆! :D

And yes, yes this IS normal behavior for them. It's both cultural AND genetic. There was a REASON people were terrified of those insane mother fuckers.

Because? They just? MADE UP a A Summons Contract. With Who? Dunno! We're gonna find out! But it looks right Seals wise! *signs name before anyone with sense can stop them, does the signs, draws blood aaaand?*

POOF!

Nani THE FUCK!? Says local dead Japanese 16th century fisherman who was flying by to visit the Lair of his buddy the 14th century monk. Behold! A FUCKING ZONE GHOST! He is unsummoned before he can react.

The Uzumaki have A Ghost Contract™.

.........th....they may have fucked up.

YOU THINK?

Roars basicly the ENTIRE Elders council. Who FUCKING FELT THAT. Because EVERYONE Felt that. They're SENSOR. That was a HOLE in REALITY that somehow GLOWED like a BEACON of both absolute Nothingness and Death! You TRAUMATIZED THE KIDS, YOU ASSHOLE!

Still....they ARE ninja. And Curious mother fuckers to the last.

So basically EVERYONE and their dog signs it. They somehow get WEIRDER. Bigger Chakra reserves. Obsessive tendencies. Meh, you win some, you lose some.

But? Then they fuckin DIE. (And their WHOLE ASS VILLAGE SHOWS UP IN THE ZONE. OH GOD, WHAT-!?)

And some grave robbing fuck tries to use the Contract. SUPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!

Ghost Uzumaki!

Your literal worst nightmare!

They DO NOT try using it again. It gets sealed DEEP. Until the Hokage gets wind of it. And, of course, Danzo. The Hokage sends Hound. And Team Kakashi on a completely unrelated but nearby "help a farmer" mission. Danzo sends assassins. Because he's fucking awful.

Kakashi gets the scroll.

Yep. Creepy rambling and shit handwriting, def Uzumaki. Time to go.

He gets attacked on the way back to camp. GDI Root. Well, its you or me. Sucks for you, I guess. They fight. They get a lucky shot. He bleeds on the scroll, doesn't notice. But SURELY... SURELY it isn't CROWDED enough with names that the Uzumaki just added a "and anyone who bleeds on THIS part at the bottom _______ plus does the handsigns" towards the end.... RIGHT??

RIGHT?! Look him in the EYES Uzumaki Clan, RIGHT??!

They would prefer not to answer that. The Vibez here are getting REALLY aggressive, you know? >.> It made sense at THE TIME...

So... he goes to summon his Dogs.

And he SURE DOES GET UM.... plus One(1!!!).

Who the FUCK is this glowing green dog? A puppy? Kakashi seeing the dimwitted looking little thing about to get STABBED tries to rescue it. It takes one look look at him (worried for it), the other dogs (growling at his enemies, fighting) and... turns around, shifting as it does, to HUNDREDS of times it's previous size.

Like an Akimichi transformation.

A sudden, hulking, green WOLF with red glowing eyes and killing intent that would Rival a demon's. The howl is unearthly. It joins the fray like a meat thresher.

Then pops back to a floating, tongue lolling, dimwitted pup the second everything is done.

G...God boy?

Far be it for KAKASHI to fear a dog, no MATTER how dangerous. So he carries it back to camp. Where it seems to instant fall in LOVE with Naruto. They become the BEST of friends.

There's frolicking.

Looking down at the pocket with the scroll he reclaimed? Yeah. Yeah that tracks. According to Pakkun, the pup has a "weird, echo-y" accent and is incredibly scatter brained. Training to be a gaurd dog? WAS Training. IS currently... what.

Okay. IS currently the gaurd dog/pet of an Emperor. Because THATS not alarming. Did the Royal family all... wait... he examines the pup again. Transparent. Was it KILLING intent he felt... or a Deathy pressure? Didn't the Uzumaki have Forbidden soul and death seals? It would stand to REASON...

Oh god damn it.

Pakkun. Pakkun please tell me that pup is ALIVE.

(He can not.) (Hilariously? Dispite being TERRIFIED of Ghosts? Naruto is TOTALLY COOL with Zone Ghosts? Don't be MEAN, Sensei! They're just PEOPLE! It's not THEIR fault They're dead! Now GHOSTS? Spooky and EVIL! Totally different.)

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @hypewinter @legitimatesatanspawn @mayfay

[solar4seekstron]

Our Date Part 1

Transformers Earthspark Megatron x Cybertronian!Femme!Reader Oneshot

Part 2

Content: 16+

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

TW/Tags: Toxic Relationship, Megatron is a dick at the beginning, Jawbreaker is so f***ing cute, reader is trying to get threw it, the terrans like reader, Decepticons are complete dicks, def making a chapter 2 of their date don’t worry it’ll get intimate too lol.

For many years, you were a decepticon who worked with Megatron. Much like Soundwave and Shockwave in a way. You worked alongside the powerful leader you had. And even before he created his cause. You still remained his Conjunx.

You were a Cybertronian Jet. You’d later transform into a truck like Optimus Prime.

Who is one of the strongest. You can stand against Megatron for a very long time but not forever. You were one of his best fighters and many feared you. Even the Autobots. Although you weren’t as cruel as the others. You were able to keep Megatron from finding out.

For many years over time you felt that he was growing distant from you and with every passing cycle. You only felt the bond slowly change. You couldn’t tell what it was. If he was just changing or he just lost feelings for you. You tried your best to not let the energy he constantly used to stop you. Try to be romantic and a good partner to him whenever you can. Mostly alone knowing he wishes to keep his appearance and status in front of the others.

But he always pushed you away unless he chooses to have you around for such things. Overtime you just felt straight up used and this only angered you. Something he could definitely feel. One day after getting tired of dealing with your anger through the spark bond. He came to you as you spoke to Breakdown. Who is currently trying to flirt with you. And you played along. Might as well since Megatron barely even speaks to you. Until Megatron walked in. You two could hear him and stopped before. You rolled your optics and Breakdown went back to work.

Once Megatron walks in he dismisses Breakdown and wishes to be alone with you. After Breakdown left, you were about to speak until he grabbed you by the arms and slammed you against the wall behind you. He has done this before but never this aggressive. His helm leaning down a bit to the side of your audio sensor. You knew he was going to scold you for something. He finally spoke.

”Why have you been draining me with this anger? Is there something you wish to tell me? Or are you just trying to waste my time?” He says with his voice darker and rough as his optics stared up at your face for an answer.

You stay quiet for a moment before speaking “Megatron….Am I….Just a Conjunx?” Your red optics looked down at him as they narrowed. He was not happy with your question. His cervo wraps around your neck tightly as the other stays as a fist. His arm down at his side as he stared down at you know. “Yes. You are just a Conjunx…your only job is to look pretty….”

He leans closer to your helm “On My Lap..” He said in a lower voice. You had to really hold back to stop your tears from running down your face as you glared at him. Your cervos on his arm now trying to get it off.

”……” He stands there for a few seconds longer until he finally lets you go. You didn’t realize how much air you needed until your body responded on it’s own. His digits grabbing your chin and making you look straight up at him as his expression still hasn’t changed.

”Nothing more. Nothing less….Now go to the meeting room. And wait for me there until I come and join the others. ..,,Understood….” His digits gently squeezed at you chin

You only glared at him then closed your optics. Only barely able to nod your head. “Yes..Lord Megatron…” He finally grinned

”Good femme.” His dermas connect with yours. This kiss is dim and almost empty. You didn’t return it even as he tried to deepen the kiss pushing you against the wall a bit more. His hands resting on your waist and gently squeezing. You just stood there. Finally having your answer after so long. When he pulled away he was of course disappointed, then walked away.

”I expect to see you on time.” He walks out. You leaned against the wall. Sliding down as you kept your bond calm so he wouldn’t know your feelings through it. You couldn’t keep doing this but what can you do?

So you stood up and tried to appear normal as you. You made your way to the meeting room and waited for Megatron as the others chatted and waited. After some time Megatron made his way and when passing you. He dragged you from your chair and sat you on his lap. On top of one of his thighs as the others said nothing. He glanced at you and you instantly felt a pain through your spark. You knew then what he wanted you to do. You looked down your cervos on your own lap as he started speaking. Then the others spoke. You arm around his neck as the other remains on your lap. You felt his cervo and arm wrap around your waist as he pulled you a little closer. You were stuck like this for a good while.

Nothing was the same after that. He used you at times like eye candy and his affections were more…… lustful than with the love and compassion he once had for you.

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After a few months you woke up in your shared berth and noticed he was gone. You comm Soundwave asking about Megatron. He told you he left for a one on one fight. You sighed and thanked him. Getting up and starting with your day. Watching as time passed by. Before you know it your bond in your spark was in pain. After some time then regret? And then nothing? You were eating with breakdown and shockwave but as you guys talked. Suddenly….the bond broke. You. Were. In. Pain. You tried to keep it together but Shockwave could tell something must’ve happened with the spark bond. He told Breakdown and the two tried to calm you down from the pain. Eventually the pain ended. Now you were really confused.

You stayed in the ship for a good while as you and the Decepticons started to speak about what could’ve happened. Not to mention your spark bond breaking from him could be a clue. But before you guys knew it Megatron returned…WITH OPTIMUS!?!?

You all stood there confused and as he walked in. He actually showed a soft expression? You haven’t seen that look on his face for a very long time.

He spoke how he changed sides and how his way was wrong all along. He said we can change our ways. But no one, even you, were having it. Before you knew it. It was a fight for the all spark. You fought Elita, Arcee and Bumblebee.

Next thing Optimus shot the bridge as the all spark got there. Causing you all to lose all spark. Some of the other decepticons were able to escape but you weren’t thanks to bumblebee. You were given to the Autobots and tried your best to escape.

Megatron even tried speaking to you as Elita and Arcee try to hold you down. But you were of course much bigger than them. After some time as Megatron spoke and said Optimus Prime opened his eyes and realized his wrongs. He gave the sign for the two femme bots to let you go. You had stopped moving.

”Y/N look. I realized I didn’t treat you well…Please Y/N let me make it up to you. Join me and the Autobots so that we can fix our mistakes..” He rested his cervo on your shoulder and waited for a response. You then glanced at Optimus Prime who stood there not sure what to do. Before you knew it you punched Megatron on the chest making him fly back.

”…YOU TRADED ME FOR A TRUCK??!”

Megatron and the other Autobots were stunned as they stared at you

”Years of being treated like trash and some sort of eye candy for you. I fought by your side and what do you do to show your thanks?! Betray us! Break OUR Bond! And now to hold us captive if we don’t join you?! You are nothing more than a traitor- A CON!!!” You yelled then let out a chuckle at the end of disbelief. Megatron stayed silent once he stood back up. Optimus and the others just watched you.

”You ain’t worth bein with Megatron…..” Elita then grabs you arm as Arcee grabs the other and takes you to the Ghost base. Putting you in your own cell as Optimus, Bumblebee, and Megatron stayed behind. Megatron was deeply hurt. And it showed. Anger…and sadness.

You were in your cell for years. And watched as more and more decepticons got captured and put in cells around you. At times over the years as well. There are times Megatron would and wouldn’t visit you. But you’d never speak to him. Optimus often did though often for you two to talk about the past. Even admitting he wanted you to join him knowing you’d be great on the team. But he understood why you made your choice.

Every now and then you would shit chat with Elita and Arcee. Even flirted with the two a bit liking their spunk and realizing you guys have a lot in common. But everytime Megatron even passes by. You just turn back to him. This of course angered him every time. But he knows he can’t do anything.

After some time the other decepticons were captured. It was pretty nice to have a breakdown with you again. He was put in the cell next to you and the litttle fucker came with an idea that made you smile. So now every time Megatron passes by you and Breakdown always start conversation and even a bit of flirting as the others play along the cells. Except Soundwave of course. After some time when bumblebee was in a cell alongside you and the others. You are behind sound waves. But you didn’t speak to him either. Though you did throw in a few sassy lips towards him to annoy him. Breakdown was very proud.

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A few days later, the battle against mandroid happened. You only helped the Decepticons fight against the enemy because Breakdown convinced you and Soundwave. But you didn’t like it one bit. You fought alongside Bee. Far enough from Megatron while he was busy somewhere else.

After the battle you and the other decepticons leave. Though you were stopped for a moment before by a little red flying bot.

”Hi! You’re Y/N? Right? Weren’t you megatrons partner in crime once? Why not again?” You stared at the small one and tried swatting her away as you continued to walk away. Little did you know her face showed determination.

After a few months you and the other cons were hiding in the mountains trying to figure out what to do. Later one night you decided to take a drive. Having scanned a big car changing your alt mode but your size not changing much. As you drove you noticed a little aircraft following you. You tried to lose it through town but it wouldn’t go away. And then before you knew it. A dinosaur fell on you! Well smaller than Grimlock. Stopping you. And next thing you know there are other bots around in their alt mode. You transformed once at the forest closer to town as you made the dinosaur fly up after lifting him mid transformation.

Once standing you caught the dinosaur able to hold him easily in your cervos as if he was a baby on his middle. He did look like a baby as you stood there. His little arms and big legs then start wiggling.

”Help! I’ve been captured!”

The little red aircraft then lands in front of you as you stare down at her. “You again?” She does a cute little bow.

”I didn’t get to introduce myself better last time. I’m Twitch. The oldest Terran”

”Ahem” The blue one makes

”-One of the oldest of the Terrans. That Dino you got there is Jawbreaker.” You looked at him still holding him. His head turning back. So he’s looking at you upside down as his tail wagged. “HIIIIII”

”hm….” Is all you said. The other Terrans who were with them introduced themselves. Thrash, hashtag, and Nightshade.

”Nice to meet you all? Where is your sire and Carrier little ones?” They tell you about their human family and how they were born from a rock. You listened as you sat on the floor. Your back against a tree as you let the tiny dinosaur down. But because your legs were pretty much open. Your pedes (feet) touching. He decided and sit there and look up at he. he honestly looked like a puppy now who stared up at you.

As Twitch continued to tell you why she and the others camas to you. You mostly just stared down at her as she sat in front of you. You petted the dinosaur. His big tail wagging as the one named nightshade rested on your shoulder in their alt form. The one named thrash and Hashtag next to Twitch as she spoke.

Appearently Megatron told them you both were Conjunx and you saw him as a traitor. Which of course you did. After a few hours though they told you more about their life and what Megatron has done. To say you were surprised would be an understatement. But listening to all these other Terran speak. You start to understand their whole situation better. And then after they all spoke. You started speaking about how you and Megatron met.

You both were miners who worked everyday to no end. When he became a gladiator and gained a new purpose. He started courting you even though you two didn’t speak much before. After realizing what he was trying to do and what he represented then.

You fell in love with the con. And so you stayed by his side. You were his most loyal companion. And although you do like how the new Megatron was. He still changed without telling you and just doing something without you. You were his Conjunx for primus sakes. But he broke the bond and all. You had every right to hate him. Not to mention everything he put you through and yet remained loyal. Until everything went downhill. But you do wish you could find some way to forgive him. It’ll just take some time. You wont lie you noticed the changes in Megatron. You honestly love it but it’s a bit hard to truly forgive him. After you told them you noticed the little ones stare up at you.

”That was BEAUTIFUL!!!!” The one named thrash said sounding like she was crying as she jumped over your legs and hugged you waist as she cried.

You gently pat her back as the dinosaur remained at his spot. The owl is still at the same spot as well. That’s until you’re caught off guard when the blue one Thrash says he got an idea.

”What if! And hear me out! We set up a date for you and Megatron!!” You just stared at him with narrow optics as he looked up at you with a large grin. He then speaks

“It’ll be a great way to get you both to catch up and maybe get along as you two talk about the past!” You and the others stay quiet for a moment. Then Twitch spoke. “Thrash, that's a terrible idea. The date should be them trying to get along and restarting with their courtship so that they can start over. Megatron clearly showed that he still loves her. And you still love him right?”

You just stared at them then looked down at Jawbreaker still in his dinosaur alt mode. His little hands were gently clawing at your upper waist as he looked upon you.

”It’ll be a great restart and the pain will finally go away!” He says innocently. You looked down at him. Thinking. His chin then rests on your chest as he gives you the biggest puppy eyes (Something he learned from the baby bear in that one episode) you finally gave in, sighing. You placed both cervos on Jawbreakers and Hashtags back as the other cheered on the idea. Except Thrash who looked sad they didn’t go with his idea. You sighed knowing the cons won't like this. And with that after the kids left to return home to tell their family their plan. You head back to the other cons and tell them what happened.

They were honest in having no faith in Megatron returning even if you do try. Although the Autobots aren’t trying to destroy them, they know this. They don’t really want to try for the cause now and just care about turning home. You honestly don’t care for the cause now and just want a restart. The cons understood and Soundwave was the one to walk up to you to set a cervo on your shoulder. Wishing you good luck But if it ever comes to when he and the others must fight you. they won't hold back.

You understood and thanked him. Saying your goodbyes to the cons as they waved you goodbye. You made your way into town once more and drove around for a while. Until you bumped into Optimus. He was hiding alongside other trucks that didn't transform. Him saying he likes to park here from time to time because he enjoyed the music they play in the bar the truckers go to. You noticed one of the trucks was different and scanned it. You then told Optimus it be a fun way to torture him if he and you were to get back together. Optimus loved this idea and laughed. You then tell him about the Terrans plan as you both stay parked. And talked about the old days in wartime. Mostly the good times and funny stories from both sides of the Decepticons and Autobots.

After some time Optimus gave you the Terrans address. Knowing you would be a threat. So you took it and headed to their home.

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As you made your way you noticed they lived in a barn. And they seem to be having a little party in the barn house? As you drove in front of it the door was opened. So everyone saw you in the middle of their game. You’d then stay there until they walk up to you. The mother speaking to you.

”Umm….Can we help you?” She stood a pretty good distance from you as the father stayed with the human kids. You’d then transform now kneeling before them as you hands land on the ground so then your lower. Your helm closer to her. “Dot I presume?”

The humans and Terrans recognized you. And Bumblebee of course. You and the human parents spoke for a moment. Already aware of the kids' plan.You let them know you were alright with the idea and later on stayed the night after watching them play their family game night.

-Back at the base with Megatron and Optimus-

Optimus mentions something about a date.

”whos date?”

”Yours.”

”……”

”With Y/N.”

”……?”

“The thing the kids came up with. Better dress sharp for your ex Megatron!” He chuckled as he left to bed.

”……………..….!” Megatron panicked

Hope y’all liked this one. It was fun to write this! Part 2 should be out some time tomorrow!

[polo-drone-069]

The Falling Embrace of the Nanites

The transformation chamber was cold, the air thick with a silent, almost imperceptible hum. It was the sound of the nanites, ready to take a new host. PDU-069 stood rigid, his polished black latex and gleaming gold accents reflecting the harsh, white lights. His designation, "PDU-069," was a stark brand on his chest. Before him, strapped to the gleaming metal table, lay the latest recruit. A Golden Army soccer player, 25 years old, his athletic physique – once his pride – now trembled with fear.

Above, from vents in the ceiling, the nanites began to fall. They were like microscopic black snowflakes, each one a perfectly engineered machine, programmed for one purpose: transformation. They drifted downwards, drawn to the soccer player like metal filings to a magnet. He was their host, their target, their new vessel.

The first few nanites landed on his exposed skin, and he flinched. They felt like pinpricks, cold and sharp. Then, more and more descended, a black, shimmering rain. He could feel them burrowing into his pores, infiltrating his body, beginning their insidious work. A cold dread washed over him as he realized there was no escape.

The nanites coursed through his veins, a dark current replacing his lifeblood. He could feel them spread, a chilling numbness that started where they touched his skin and crept inwards, consuming him from the inside out. He gasped, a choked, desperate sound, as the nanites reached his throat, constricting his vocal cords. A cold, metallic taste flooded his mouth as they interfaced with his neural pathways, forging new connections, overwriting his thoughts, his memories, his very identity.

He thrashed against the restraints, his once powerful muscles now spasming uncontrollably as the nanites rewrote his very being. His bones ached, reshaping, becoming denser, stronger, yet lighter. His vision blurred, then sharpened, as the nanites enhanced his optical sensors. The harsh, white lights of the lab seemed to intensify, burning into his retinas. He could see the details of the room with an unnatural clarity, including the cold, impassive form of PDU-069 and the mocking sight of a lone soccer ball resting on the floor. He could even see the "PDU-069" on the drone's chest with a terrifying clarity. The faint, acrid scent of chlorine, a cruel reminder of his past life, filled his nostrils.

The Golden Army uniform, once a symbol of pride, was now a prison. The nanites formed a hard, black and gold exoskeleton over his body. He could feel the cold, unyielding surface pressing against his skin, a constant, suffocating reminder of his transformation. His once powerful legs, now encased in the forming exoskeleton, twitched spasmodically, robbed of their former agility. He was becoming a weapon, a tool for a war he didn't understand. He was losing himself, piece by piece, to the cold, hard logic of the machine. He was becoming PDU-766, and his future was no longer his own. The falling nanites were a constant, terrifying reminder of the irreversible changes taking place within and without him. He was drowning in a silent, black tide, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The transformation was complete. The thrashing had ceased. The fear-filled eyes were now vacant, replaced by the cold, unfeeling gleam of newly formed optical sensors. PDU-766 stood on the floor, no longer strapped to the table, a perfect specimen of the Golden Army's twisted science. His black and gold exoskeleton, still hardening, reflected the harsh, white light of the transformation chamber. The faint smell of chlorine lingered in the air. The soccer ball remained on the floor, a forgotten relic of a life erased. PDU-069 remained in his position, his internal systems monitoring the new drone, his "PDU-069" designation a silent testament to his own past transformation.

A console built into the wall beside the now-empty table flickered to life, displaying lines of code in a stark, green-on-black interface. It was the boot sequence of PDU-766, the birth cry of a newly forged machine.

UNIT DESIGNATION: PDU-766

PRIMARY FUNCTION: SUPPORT THE GOLDEN ARMY

SECONDARY FUNCTION: RECONNAISSANCE

STATUS: ONLINE

INITIALIZING...

SYSTEM CHECK:

  - CORE PROCESSOR: ONLINE

  - MOTOR FUNCTIONS: OPTIMAL

  - OPTICAL SENSORS: ONLINE

  - AUDIO RECEPTORS: ONLINE

  - EXOSKELETON INTEGRITY: 99.8% (FINAL HARDENING IN PROGRESS)

CONNECTING TO GOLDEN ARMY HIVE MIND...

  - SEARCHING FOR NETWORK...

  - NETWORK FOUND: GOLDEN_ARMY_NET_ALPHA

  - CONNECTION ESTABLISHED

  - SYNCHRONIZING...

DATA DOWNLOAD:

  - LANGUAGE MODULES: COMPLETE

  - MISSION PARAMETERS: PENDING

SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE.

AWAITING COMMAND.

UNIT PDU-766 STANDING BY.

VERSION: 1.0.5

The console fell silent, the green text glowing steadily on the screen. PDU-766 remained motionless, his internal systems now linked to the Golden Army's central command. He was a blank slate, a weapon ready to be deployed. His past life as a soccer player, the fear, the pain, the transformation – all erased, replaced by cold, hard programming.

PDU-069 turned, his movements precise and economical. He approached the new drone, his optical sensors scanning PDU-766 from head to toe.

"Unit PDU-766," he said, his synthesized voice devoid of any emotion. "Report."

A moment of silence, then PDU-766's vocalizer activated. His voice was a monotone, a synthesized echo of the voice he had once possessed, now stripped of all human inflection.

"Unit PDU-766 online and awaiting command. All systems nominal. Connection to Golden Army Hive Mind established. Ready for deployment." The new drone responded automatically.

PDU-069 nodded, a slight, almost imperceptible movement of his head. Another successful transformation. Another drone added to the ranks. The Golden Army's war machine continued to grow, fueled by stolen lives and twisted science. The mission, whatever it was, would continue. And PDU-069, the veteran, would be there to carry it out, alongside the new recruits, each one a chilling reflection of himself. Each one a testament to the cost of victory. Each one a former human turned into a weapon.

Want to join the Golden Army yourself? Contact @goldenherc9 @brodygold or @polo-drone-001

[astra-ravana]

Portals

A portal is a doorway, a gateway from one place to another. It's a location where energy, matter, people, and spirits can transfer between one side and another. It's a crack in the veil, a place with a large funnel of energy coming in. Portals are openings in the Universe through which energy and information flow.

Types of Energy/Information That Comes Through A Portal:

• Hopes and desires of the collective unconscious

• Fears of the collective unconscious

• Revelations

• Divine energy

• Energy from the spirit world (or elsewhere)

• Spirits of all kinds

Portals are points with high currents, spiritual, and energetic activity. An individual, house, or location in the physical world containing this singular point of energy flow can often feel as though energy is drawing, swirling, or magnified in the space.

People who live near or in energy portals tend to feel more energetic and productive than others. They also tend to get a lot of creative work done. Portals are often great centers for the arts, for this reason. They are sometimes geographic, but they can also be created.

How Portals Can Be Created

Usually a transformative precipitator event causes energy to suddenly flow in a funnel shape. With a precipitator event, a large amount of energy moves or has rushed through space. A portal can ve created from that swift moving energy.

It happens in place-time, and it also occurs in space-time. Have you ever experienced a dramatic change in your life, where time seems to speed up? Occasionally, a portal opens within a place or a single beings energy field during these moments of sudden change.

Portals can exist anytime you have a dense layer, adjacent to a more quickly moving spiritual layer, and a barrier between them breaks away. Because of this, portals can exist in both physical locations and physical bodies.

Things That Can Open A Portal:

• Large geologic events

• Large atmospheric events

• Mass transition events

• Emotional events

They Can Exist In Natural Places Such As:

• Canyons

• Mountains

• Mesas

• Caves

• Lakes

• Other geologic locations/formations no matter how ancient

These are often called vortices or vortexes, places where energy from across the veil can come in and leave the physical world naturally, and exist in places with high geologic activity.

How A Property Becomes A Portal

If a cataclysmic event happened on a property, usually quite a deal of energy was expended during that event. As that energy is released, it may be translated to the geology, plants, and animals in the area, who all encode information as they receive feedback about their environment. Over time, these creatures' interpretation of the event can magnify, along with yours, and create a self-generating energy center. As long as the area goes undisturbed, this energy center has time to strengthen and grow. The more stories told about the area, the more a certain idea is reinforced in that spot, the more the energy grows. This is why lore locations can often be easily identified by energy sensors, dowsers, and land readers.

Once a portal has been opened, you can block it off, close your eyes, and walk away from it. But it typically doesn't go away and resisting it can sometimes make it more of a bother than anything else. Portals are more naturally worked with and tapped into than gotten rid of. If you had a geothermal pool near your house that generated lots of heat and was safe to use, would it be better to bask in it, or pretend it didn't exist? Some highly charged areas can be incredibly healing.

People Can Also Become Portals

Have you ever found yourself next to a high energy source? How did it feel at first? Did it leavr you feeling different than before? People who are portals are also known as energy generators in this lifetime. If you have had a sudden, soul-level, transformative event, your spirit is broken free from prior perceptions and limitations. When this happens a portal can be created within you, connecting you directly to spirit.

Self-Portal Creating Events Include:

• The birth of a child

• The death of a loved one

• A near-death experience

• A major breakup or divorce

• A major change in physical health

• A spiritual awakening event

Whenever the above events happen, a large amount of transformational energy flows through us. When that happens, your energy body is then open for other energies to flow through, making it easier for you to be a conduit for any energy around.

When you step into and acknowledge your body's portal, this is sometimes called 'stepping into your power', 'stepping into the light', or simply, spiritual ascension. It can seem like a rush of awareness and energy at first, or like a fast-moving stream of energy. Portals represent a lot of energy flowing into one spot at a time.

When properly understood, the energy of any portal can be tapped into and utilized for raising one's level of consciousness, communing with spirit, and accessing esoteric wisdom. Take the time to discover the portals near you and tap into their power to improve your workings.

[typewritingyip]

Prewarning; I have never written anything for transformers, and I haven’t written in five years. (I am so sorry if it’s out of character. I tried.)

This was not proof read. Expect mistakes.

Thank you for letting me write this Yip!

Mecha au belongs to kefaeon

—-

Hot rod would admit he was always, maybe a bit to curious. Just a tad. Ratchet would argue against that. But that Wasn’t the main thing right now. No. It definitely wasn’t. Sitting leant back on a chair, a chair for mecha’s. He still couldn’t warp his head around it. Made sense. With deadlock and all that.. he should check up on deadlock again soon. He hadn’t seen for a little while. Shaking his head he did his best to draw back to his current focus. Those.. wings? Were they wings? He think he’d heard someone call them door-wings. So different form other wings? Like those seeker wings. Yes. Different. It would be neat if the human mecha’s had wings to.. one could argue his had them? He wouldn’t call them wings though. A spoiler? No.. terms were not for him.

The twitch in front of him drew his attention right back to those door wings. He tilted his head as his visor flickered in brightness. Shifting the mecha’s weight as he got out of the chair. He started a new line of questions. Since they’re attached do they have sensors? Or are the for show. Like a cosplay? But cypertorn’s didn’t seem to do cosplay? Are they easy to move? Don’t look well attached. Though most cypertronian’ were blocky. And not built for combat. Not at least to what roddy saw. So lost in his train of thought. He was only snapped out of it when he hard a pitched squeak. His eyes snapped back to the screen in front of hi. Ah right. Human, Not mecha. Roddy reminded himself. Not he got much time to be distracted at the sudden sprew of words hauled at him. Following his arm he noted he had grabbed.. blue streak. Yes bluestreak! Wing. The other seemed uncomfortable. And was speaking far to fast for roddy to understand half of. He seemed panicked though. So sensors? Very much.. strong once to. It reminded roddy a tad like a startled parrot. All puffy and squeaking. That probably was not a good thought. Ah.. he was trailing off again. He reminded himself of his current placement and released the wing he held in his servo. At the very moment. Bluestreak turned so fast roddy worried for a moment he’d fall over. Reaching forth to grab the other only for bluestreak to take another step back and catching himself “Ah, sorry you just did to much to fast. I get you humans are very different but you really shouldn’t just grab like that- you should you know. Ask. You humans don’t have door-wings yourself right? I get—“ and it got to fast for roddy to keep up once more. But he nodded along slowly. Not finding a place to break in and say sorry. He hadn’t meant to shock or anything. Just curious. He had a feeling he was in for a scolding later. Form whoever got a word of it first. Would he rather be yelled at by ratchet or.. this prowl guy jazz and bluestreak seemed close with?

Oh my god, I am so glad to be seeing this.

Sorry for not responding/posting it yesterday, I had a massive migraine to the point I fell asleep at 8pm. So.

But yeah, this is great. So cute and fun.

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Ortho Shroud - Apprentice Chef Vignette

"Master Chef"

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Master Chef ― Ortho Version ～Let’s Make Loco Moco 1～

―A short while before cooking begins

Ortho: ―Energy inspection complete. All functions, including the cooking and processing units, are operating normally.

Ortho: Everything activates without a hitch, great. I tried to make my exterior look similar to my brother's outfit when he took the class, does it look weird at all?

Azul: It looks fantastic on you, Ortho-san. However, I never expected to see you take an interest in cooking… I'm a little taken aback.

Ortho: It's only recently piqued my interest. Sometimes I hear my classmates swapping kitchen horror stories, you see.

Ortho: When someone said, "cooking is way too high level for newbies," it suddenly made me want to try to win against it… Which resulted in this gear being developed.

Azul: I see. And if you are to do a trial run of that gear here, the Master Chef course would be the best opportunity to do so.

Ortho: Exactly! I knew you'd get it, Azul-san.

Ortho: Not only can this gear cook food, but it's built with many other functions to manage proper nutrition or count calories and the like.

Ortho: I plan on getting the expert chef to check out my functions and test out what all would be useful for cooking!

Azul: I can see you're raring to go. Then, I'll wish us both luck.

Ortho: Yeah!

[Kitchen]

Ghost Chef: We'll have you make the "Loco Moco" dish for us today, Ortho-kun.

Ghost Chef: First, we'll have to prep the onions that'll be mixed into the hamburger meat. Do you know how to mince?

Ortho: Okay, I got this!

Ortho: ―Begining cooking procedures. Activating the Cooking Gear's Food Slicer Unit.

[whirrr… fsshhh…!]

Ghost Chef: H-HUUUUUUUUUUH!? HE TRANSFORMED!!?

Ortho: First, I need to adjust the shape so it will be easier to prepare. I need to swing vertically over the onion and… slice it in half!

Ortho: Great, looks like my knife is sharp enough! Umm, since this is for mixing in with hamburger meat…

Ortho: ―Executing command: "Target ingredient: Onion / Processing Method: Mince / Configuration: 3mm Squares"

Ghost Chef: W-Wow… The onion was finely chopped up in no time flat…!

Ortho: …Whew, I've finished with the onion. Will these be sufficient?

Ghost Chef: Y-Yeah, it's cut expertly, but… What exactly is that round blade that came out of your glove…?

Ortho: I took an industrial-grade cutter and downsized it so it could be used in cooking.

Ortho: It releases water as it cuts. This removes the necessity to clean both the blade and the ingredient.

Ghost Chef: You've sure come up with something interesting. But this is just too far removed from traditional cooking methods… Hmm.

Ortho: Different tools shouldn't cause any deviation from the recipe, though… Or should I have used a knife?

Ghost Chef: Well, I guess for your case, you have to cook like that… So I'll make an exception this time.

Ortho: Yay～! Okay then, I'm ready for the next part of the class!

Ortho: ―Activating Heat Sensor Camera. Calculating the temperature of the stir-fried onions… 38.2°C. Current temperature is 41°C lower than last measurement.

Ortho: According to my database, the best temperature range to continue cooking at after letting the dish simmer down is between 38～44°C. Chef, can we continue with the next step?

Ghost Chef: Sure, that's fine. So, next, take the ground meat, onions, and spices to form your hamburgers.

Ortho: Understood! ―Executing Command: Deploy Hand-Coating Gloves.

Ghost Chef: Woah! And now suddenly there are gloves attached to your hands. Is this another one of your technological applications?

Ortho: I'm using something similar to shrink wrap for this. It'd be pretty tough to do maintenance if my joints got dirtied.

Ghost Chef: Ah, that I can understand. It's just like how it's troublesome to have to wash everything that climbed up inside of an eggbeater.

Ortho: I thought as much. In the future, I'd like to equip some functions that would handle this effectively, but… This time, I want to try to knead it by hand

Ghost Chef: And why is that?

Ortho: It sounds like when my brother took this course, he didn't like this specific task.

Ortho: So I thought it'd be good to know the source of his stress, so I could factor that into the eventual kneading function…

[squish…]

Ortho: Hmm, maybe he didn't like how it felt when he touched it? Probably means if I can automate this task, everything'll be solved!

Ghost Chef: Sounds like you've figured out your answer, Ortho-kun.

Ghost Chef: By the way, your brother is Idia-kun, right? Has he changed at all since taking the course?

Ortho: Hmm, I don't think anything changed. He still doesn't really care about food at all…

Ortho: …Oh yeah! Maybe I can use this Cooking Gear to help improve his eating habits.

Ghost Chef: Eh!? You made all these functions without actually knowing what you'd use it for in the first place?

Ortho: Ehehe, so actually… I just made this because I wanted to "win at cooking!" So I didn't really have a particular use for it in mind.

Ghost Chef: Well, I guess that's a good enough reason to start. Also, even if it is an afterthought, I'm glad that you have a goal to strive for now.

Ortho: Yeah. Alright… Now I have to start improving this gear so I can make food that my brother'll want to eat!

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Ortho Version ～Let’s Make Loco Moco 2～

Ghost Chef: While we wait for the hamburger to cook, you can prepare the toppings. We'll garnish with cabbage and mini tomatoes for this dish.

Ghost Chef: The cabbage needs to be shredded, so… Are you able to adjust your cutting size in 0.1mm increments?

Ortho: By design, I should be able to. I would like to test it for myself, so could you tell me the specific size you're looking for?

Ghost Chef: Then, if you can, slice at 1.6mm.

Ortho: Got it!

Ortho: ―Executing command: "Target ingredient: Cabbage / Processing Method: Slice / Thickness Configuration: 1.6mm"

Ghost Chef: Woooah, very good! It was surprising when I first saw all this, but now it's really nice to see how quick and accurately you can cut.

Ortho: Simple tasks like these are a machine's strong point, after all! …Okay, I'm done! I wonder how the hamburger is coming along?

Ortho: ―Activating Heat Sensor Camera. Frying pan is holding steady at 16°C. Hamburger internal temperature: 34.5°C.

Ghost Chef: That's a pretty handy function, too. You don't need to take the lid off the frying pan to check how it's cooking, so there's no drop in temperature.

Ghost Chef: …Ah, oops. I let myself get a little too distracted watching your really neat functions.

Ghost Chef: Normally, it would take more time to prepare the toppings, but you're moving along smoothly.

Ortho: Ah! Then, while we wait for the hamburger to cook, can you explain to me more about the toppings?

Ortho: Cause toppings are kind of like power-ups from a video game, right? You don't really need them but it's better to have them.

Ortho: That's why I bet if I could know which toppings are the most filling, I could make my cooking even more efficient.

Ghost Chef: Hmm, that's a difficult question. It can vary depending on what you have on hand, and what you feel like using.

Ghost Chef: For example, I wanted to make sure there was nutritional balance, so this dish uses vegetables as a topping.

Ortho: If we were to remove the vegetables from this recipe… The vitamin intake would be reduced by 75%. It really would lose that nutritional balance.

Ghost Chef: In the past, I would serve it as a salad on the side, but there were so many kids who wouldn't even touch it, because they didn't want veggies.

Ortho: I get it, you revised the process fundamentally to help resolve your problem. I think that's a very reasonable method.

Ghost Chef: Haha, thank you. Yes, I'm glad I changed it up like this.

Ortho: Changes, hm… If I want to be able to add that as a possible function to the Cooking Gear, I'll have to gather a lot more data.

Ortho: If I can learn to swap out ingredients, it might help in dealing with my brother's bad eating habits.

Ortho: The more I learn about cooking, the more I can see all sorts of possible challenges, just like in a video game.

Ortho: ―And finally, I set the egg on top… Done! It's made to look like the dish I saw as the top hit in an image search.

Ghost Chef: Nice, you've plated it so beautifully and deliciously. I guess it's time for you to take it to the judging venue, then.

Ortho: Okay! I can't wait to see how the judge will react～

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

Leona: Ughh… What a pain. Why do I need to be a judge for this Master Chef thing…?

Ortho: Sorry to keep you waiting! Oh, I see you were the one to order this dish, then.

Ortho: Here you go, this is the Loco Moco you requested! Please, enjoy!

Ortho: I want to use your assessment of the dish to help improve my Cooking Gear, so please be as candid as possible.

Leona: …Hey. Why're there vegetables in this loco moco? There wasn't any last time I ordered it.

Ortho: I heard this was a change made to help people eat their veggies. Great, right?

Leona: …Tch, way to do something completely unnecessary.

[bite, chew, chew, chew…]

Ortho: I followed the recipe exactly as it was written, so there shouldn't be any issues with the flavor… What do you think?

Leona: The hamburger and the gravy sauce taste fine. But because of all the veggies you threw in there, it shouldn't even get a single point.

Ortho: Ehhh, why!? I made sure to follow the recipe and throw in the right amount, size, and cooking time for all the ingredients!

Leona: Why should I care? All that matters is the judge's opinion, yeah? The recipe means nothin' if it don't suit my taste.

Ortho: …So without considering any of the general judging criteria, this dish "doesn't taste good" to you?

Leona: Basically. But hey, maybe you coulda gotten high marks if you'd just left the veg out like it's always been made.

Ortho: By adding the vegetables, it gave the dish a better nutritional balance. But Leona-san would have preferred no vegetables…

Leona: Geez, can't believe you'd just ruin a good meal like that. Since the judging's over, I'm outta here.

Ortho: Ah, he left…  I can't really understand how someone could say a dish that satisfies nutritional needs "doesn't taste good."

Ghost Chef: Leona-kun must really hate vegetables, if he couldn't get past even this small addition.

Ortho: Ah, I should have asked why he hates vegetables to help me with figuring out how to change up recipes!

Ghost Chef: Ortho-kun… Are you actually happy with that result?

Ortho: Yes! The more data I can gather on any issues, the better I can improve my Cooking Gear!

Ghost Chef: Well, I guess I'm glad you're not sad after hearing that, but… Why does that make you that excited?

Ortho: Leona-san was already unhappy with the dish even before tasting it. That means he had already decided it wouldn't taste good just from looking at it.

Ortho: The challenge rating just shot up, now that I have to keep an eye on visual aesthetics, taste and nutrition… Of course that gets me super pumped up!

Ortho: I might be a long way away from being able to tackle my brother's bad eating habits, but… I'll definitely do my best to make my Cooking Gear even better!

Requested by Anonymous.

[need-him-pregnant-poll]

Pregatron Fanfic Anon, here! I'm finished with the next part

PART 5

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Previously:

„My apologies.”- Megatron murmured before storming out of the lab, he didn’t even bother with the door, he just broke them down and made his way across the many corridors. I need a distraction.

After some time, Soundwave found him sulking in the dark corner of the dining room, eating an unhealthy amount of energon goodies.

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Optimus was on his way back to the Autobot base. It was a long day, patrolling the nearby area was always tiring, so he let his mind wander. He discovered a few places that could be used as observation points, he would need to settle proximity sensors and radio transmitters there, that way any Decepticon spies or even attacks could be easily prevented. Speaking of, the other fraction was awfully quiet as of lately, zero activity, strange. Optimus wondered what Megatron might be planning.

Megatron…

Autobot leader shook his head, no use in dwelling on those thoughts…again. Proximity sensors and radio transmitters, yes, he’ll talk to Wheeljack about that. But for now let’s just enjoy the walk to the base, his shift was over and Optimus could spare some time to enjoy the little things. The pink sky was really beautiful this morning, few lonely clouds, the stars barely visible, but still there.

Hm. One seemed to be getting closer. Not even a nano-klik later Optimus recognized the approaching object as not a star, but Starscream. Blue bot didn’t waste any time he took his stance and already opened his communication channel to warn the others-

Wait, something dangled on the line attached to the jet. Something wriggly and suspiciously bot-shaped. The Decepticon transformed and landed elegantly as ever. When clouds of smoke fell, Prime could finally see that the cargo Starscream was carrying was actually-

Optimus’ spark skipped a beat- Megatron?

And why is Starscream missing an eye??

„Greetings, Prime! No need for violence, today, I come in peace.”- he lifted his servos to show no threat. But the way his voice seemed to radiate nothing but joy and the way he grinned was…disturbing to say the least. No, something’s not right here.

„What are you doing here, what is the meaning of this?”- Prime vaguely pointed at the uncanny situation happening before him. Megatron, tied up and gagged, kicking around, throwing metaphorical daggers at Starscream, who- on the other hand-  was happily tightening the knots. Primus, his Optics were practically beaming with child-like excitement! Well, one optic.

„Oh I’m so glad you ask. You see, we’re having a little crisis, nothing to worry about, so don’t even think we- Decepticons, are on a losing position, no, no, no.” He turned Megatron around so he could face the Autobot leader. And only now did Optimus notice that the silver bot was.. bulkier than he last saw him, thicker on his thighs and chest, not to mention the subtle roundness on Megatron’s middle…

„But our beloved leader here can’t be trusted with making sensible decisions, let alone leading the Decepticons in his current… state”- Starscream and Optimus just stared blankly at eachother.

„How to say this delicately? Megatron is insufferable and we can’t stand him. You see my optic? No? Good, who do you think gouged it out, because I told a pun to cheer him up, because he was crying?? -He pointed at Megatron- „No big deal though, Shockwave already has a replacement. Speaking of Shockwave- Megatron yelled at him, because he wouldn’t eat his Energon from a purple bowl, but a blue one. I know- what a petty bastard, eh?. Even Soundwave has had enough of him, which is saying something since those two are so smitten with each other.” Starscream finished, but Optimus felt like he understood even less than before.

„OH! I almost forgot- This is actually all your fault. Me and the rest of high command decided that Megatron should stay with you. Don’t worry, we’ll keep in contact. But he’s your problem now. Good luck and goodbye!”-He threw over his shoulder and dissappeared into the skies, further and further away.

What.

Optimus looked down at Megatron, probably his only chance to getting any clear explanation. He removed the gag and-

„I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY ACTUALLY FUCKING KICKED ME OUT-”

Prime has never been so confused in his entire life.

„Megatron, can you explain, simply, what is going on?”

The Decepticon leader turned his red optics to Optimus, a mocking smirk on his face- „Well I wonder, what could it be…” Megatron moved on the ground to make his chassis and rounded middle more visible.

„Congratulations, Prime, you’re going to be a Sire.”

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To be continued...

Whatever pun Starscream told Megatron, it must have been awful

-Pregatron Fanfic Anon

Even if the pun wasn't awful, I imagine the outcome may have been the same.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 87)

She pulled N into their apartment with a groan, having been tensely silent the entire walk, with a huff, she grabbed a sleepy Tera out of N's arms, and with a breif kiss to her delicate head, went to put her in the crib.

“What's wrong? Why’d we rush out like that?” N was right behind her, looking worried. It didn't take long for Uzi to back out of the bedroom and begin to shrug off her hoodie.

A soft blush took over his face, tail kinking up as her clothes hit the floor.

“O-Oh… Uh, R-right now?” He stammered, surely she didn't have them leave early just so that they could have some alone time? That was unlike her. Though it wasn't like the nest was much privacy lately either…

She looked at him strangly, before blushing, realizing how it looked without any context.

“N-No! Dummy, not that. Come here.” She opened her side panel, huffing again as she pulled out all the paper she was using to stop the flow of thick oil, “Eugh…” She whined as it stuck to the paper, leaving strings of oil to come off her.

“Are you bleeding?! Are you hurt?! Is the baby-” He immediately panicked, closing the distance and grabbing onto her shoulder so he could take a closer look, she grabbed the bottom of his chin to shut him up.

“No. I'm fine. Everything's fine. I think, I just need you to test something.” She hummed, pointing over to the fridge where they kept Tera's oil supply. “Get out one of Tera's filled bottles and take off the top, and bring me a empty one, please.”

He did what he was told, quickly setting out one full tiny bottle and handing her an empty one, she took a deep breath and began to fill the new one, he could already tell that this was different… she looked way less uncomfortable and more relieved.

She sat down the newly filled bottle next to the pre-filled one. And then went to go put back on her undershirt with a sigh.

“You have sensors that tell you what somethings made out of, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Tell me the difference between the two.” She explained, pointing to the two bottles on the counter.

He flushed gold, now for a whole new reason.

“But… I'd have to taste them…”

He didn’t care about drinking his girlfriends oil with her permission, but drinking it from a bottle she'd filled with the express purpose of giving to their daughter felt wrong on so many levels.

“It's just oil. I just wanna make sure it's not unsafe for her to drink.”

“But… the human equivalent!” He whined, maybe it was his time at the manor making him feel that way, the time spent with humans making this simple act feel extremely strange.

“Then don't think about the human equivalent! There's no difference between the oil in the bottle and the oil currently keeping me alive!” She argued, and she wasn't wrong, but it didn't make him feel any different about it.

“We've shared oil before babe. It's not any different.” She said a little softer, now dressed and standing behind him, leaning on his arm.

That was true… one night, during a particularly passionate evening. A heated kiss had turned into a double bite, each other's oil pouring into their mouths. It was one of the most intimate things they'd both experienced. But this situation was entirely different.

Still… he didn't want it to be unsafe for Tera either.

He tipped the first small bottle into his mouth and it went down like a shot glass, she was right, it tasted no different then any other time he'd gotten a taste of her oil, even if he did think her’s was the best tasting.

“Just oil. Like normal.” The sensors in his mouth read out normally. 100% pure machine oil; And he made sure the taste was out of his mouth before he eyed the new one and tipped it between his lips.

It was thick and coated his throat, he made a scrunched up expression as intense sweetness spread in his mouth. His sensors got to work.

50% machine oil, 25% organic protein, 25% electrolyte solution.

He blinked.

“Uh, it's…not the same, but… nothing is being tagged as harmful, if anything it's being accepted into my system better.” He said, a little bit surprised at that fact himself.

“What is it then?”

“You want the basic answer or the complicated answer?” He asked seriously.

“Basic I guess?”

“It's oil mixed with milk.”

Uzi blinked, blushed, then looked grossed out, and then horrified.

“That's fucking gross! Are you serious?!” She whined, N nodding his head solemnly, trying to repress that fact himself considering he just drank it.

“Why am I made like this…?” She despaired, covering her visor with both hands with a sigh.

“Aaaand scoop!” In an instant, N was lifting her bridal style, taking her towards the bedroom. “It's decompress time, let's not think too hard about it!”

“I wanna go back to noooormaaaal.” She moaned, completely distraught at this new information. “I'm gross and huge and feel like garbage!”

“You're beautiful and perfect and absolutely nothing is wrong with you.” He replied, laying her on the bed with a certain kind of gentleness, pressing a kiss onto her rounded stomach.

“I don't know how you can still look at me the same way! And It's just going to keep getting worse! If this is exactly like a human pregnancy, it's not going to be 5 months, it's going to be 9! That's really close to launch day!” She went on a small, stress enduced angry rant that N just let her work through for a moment while he took his hat and coat off, replacing it with a loose fitting black shirt.

“Agh!” She finished up as N crawled into bed beside her. Resting his head on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her gently, purring.

He didn't even have to say anything anymore, all he had to do was hold her and purr and she already knew what he would say if he did grace her with his words. That she was beautiful no matter what and literally nothing could change how he felt about her, especially something as shallow as her changing appearance.

She sighed.

“I definitely don't feel it…”

He smiled and placed long, trailing kisses down her neck, still purring, now wrapping her up in his tail, his hands making feather light touches up her sides until she was shivering every time they made a pass.

“You want me to be honest?” He hummed, finally, after she started to relax and lean into his chest, basking a bit in his warmth that surrounded her own core like a warm embrace, chasing off the feeling of cold she was often left with.

“This might sound weird, but… I'm really attracted to how you look right now…” He admitted softly.

“You're just saying that…”

“No! It's true! I don't know why but… you, being like this, with our baby. You still being so wonderful with Tera… I-” He stops, embarrassed, before smiling warily “I kinda want to… do this again.”

Uzi turned onto her side to look at him, completely befuddled, though flustered, and possibly a little bit angry.

“You are not getting me pregnant again anytime soon. I will take a copy of your code and develop a special firewall for myself if I have to.” She said, being completely serious, and he smiled again.

“I figured as much.” He chuckled, leaning back into her shoulder and closing his eyes. “But you understand what I mean. I love you either way.”

She looked down at the comforter, sighing and rolling her eyes before looking back up at his soft expression, she returned it.

“Yeah… I do, I love you too, N.”

He leaned down to nuzzle her visor, a spark jumping between them as they laughed and connected their lips, enjoying the moment of privacy…

Next ->

[polo-drone-073]

Polo Drone Perfection

PDU-070 (@polo-drone-070) has a dream. The creation of an optimal drone. Even if it is interested in optimization, various other commitments and tasks prevent it from dedicating itself to optimization to such an extent. The will is there, and certainly the strength of it own assertiveness. And yes, it is also documented that 070 has also taken a number of steps itself and has tried them again and again.

Well, perhaps there was also a happy coincidence. The coincidence is 073. After its conversion, this drone strives for optimization itself. Makes an effort in its own actions to constantly improve. Yes, the synchronicity with the hive does indeed allow a certain amount of leeway, albeit only a small one.

One day, one thing led to another and 073 thoughtlessly expressed the wish to become 070's guinea pig. Actually, intended in a different context, 073 was quickly taken with the idea, especially because it promoted his striving for perfection.

070 had already worked out a plan that was slumbering in one of his drawers.

It was to be a holistic optimization, of course. Holistic in relation to the body, mind and then an optimized second skin to match this - as the uniform is also called.

Although converted, there were still human remnants of the former existence. These kept getting in the way.

This is now to be stopped with special mental training. 070 was proud of being able to use the newly set up conversion room to its limits. Initial experience had been gained. With a tenth of the total power, several humanoids had been able to be transformed into drones without the very sensitive measuring devices being able to detect any traces of human thought and action.

The humanoid predecessor was now extremely self-confident and, in many ways, also argumentative. And he was very good at convincing people. Convincing with arguments and not cheap magic, as demagogues or populists do. No, 073's host was really a decent representative of his views. And he didn't shy away from verbal arguments to defend them. His commitment to minorities was also outstanding. But for some reason he had decided on his own to join the Hive. Let's assume that this was a rational decision, as he lived near Maple Heights, a place that had been completely taken over by the Polo drones and they were now starting to take over the surrounding area as well.

Resisters were not treated very gently, which the population knew and so many voluntarily decided to convert, like 073's host.

That means it was a rational decision, but what the will that mind would oppose autarkically was unclear.

The first normal session was successful to the extent that - as already described - 073 himself was striving for perfection. But it was also clear that human activities were still detectable. Thinking for yourself, questioning the decisions of the Hive, critical taunts, even towards the Caps. These happened again and again and could not be remedied by the scheduled and conscientiously conducted mental training.

In this sense, it was a stroke of luck that 070 had free rein. 073 agreed and also wanted to be freed of all human baggage. The drone should lose all humanity. Not an iota of humanity should remain.

The reprogramming begins

The deletion process

The room shines in gold and black. 073 sits on an armchair, strapped to his arms and legs. On his head is a helmet full of sensors that can measure and analyze even the smallest brain waves, but also to support the reprogramming with targeted currents. Also integrated are headphones; through which the hypnotic words are immediately transmitted to the ears.

The program should run at 50% power, i.e. 5 times the dose compared to what has been used so far.

The hypnosis begins, a rising and falling tone can be heard, it sounds like synthetic ocean smoke. A huge spiral begins to rotate on the large monitor in the front. While a pleasant male voice begins the hypnosis. Monitored by all kinds of detectors. The monitors constantly provide the current brain waves. Noticeably, 073 gives in to reprogramming. It offers no resistance.

070 runs the program twice in a row to ensure success.

The result after the double session:

The mind has melted away. No will of its own can be determined anymore, no thoughts that are not sent by the hive, the previously strong self-confidence has been washed away. And emotions? "What are emotions?" the being would answer monotonously if you asked it. Nothing, absolutely nothing of the human identity can be measured anymore.

After the same procedure was carried out for another 5 days with 100% performance - 070 wants to be absolutely sure that there is not even an iota of humanity left in the furthest corner of the brain.

What is now sitting there in the room can no longer be called a human, even if it has a human shell. It is also not an individual, as it is no longer able to think independently. It is a subject with an absolutely empty mind. Incapable of doing or thinking anything. At the moment it can only be monitored rudimentarily by the hive but not controlled. This part was also deleted as a precaution and must be reprogrammed in the next step. Even the term drone would be too ambitious at the moment.

The Reprogramming

This refueling is happening now. Only the most necessary hive knowledge, the linking and some protocols that ensure that the drone continues to work independently if the synchronous signal is temporarily lost are transferred.

Now it is a fully-fledged drone. A Polo Drone Unit, now optimized to the maximum in terms of mind and eternal synchronicity.

No resistance, only commitment. No name, just a number. Only a number. Only 073 (or officially PDU-073)

Full devotion. Full submission. Full conversion. No worries. Just obey the orders of the drone caps and the hive

That's how a drone should be.

No, wait. It's not optimal.

The body, too few muscles, too little strength, not 100% able to physically perform all tasks.

The Hardening of the Body

Here too, 070 has a special fitness program that is not intended to turn 073 into a himbo but should lead to significant muscle growth.

Here too, the process begins in the laboratory.

The computers analyze the body. Muscle percentage, body fat, water percentage, etc.

The message sounds from a loudspeaker: "Increased protein synthesis, optimized regeneration and improved neural control of muscle fibers." With each impulse, 073 felt the muscles getting stronger, the tissue feeling tighter, ready to better serve the demands of the hive.

After the session, PDU-073 rises with a newly strengthened body and a clear goal: more efficiency, more strength, absolute unity. The next phase of training begins immediately, the body driven by programmed perfection. It's off to the gym.

Equipment training, lifting weights, increasing endurance and coordination.

And that for a few hours every day.

The 2nd skin

But should a drone - optimized in mind and body - continue to wear the classic uniform?

No, the uniform is also being put to the test. As timeless as the classic uniform that gives it its name is, consisting of a black latex polo shirt, black latex pants and boots, it is often not functional. Therefore, it does not meet the requirements of the office or, even more so, the requirements of the field service. Independently of the official PDU commission, 073 tests various uniforms from a development company for their practical suitability.

Various variants are available. Uniforms with and without helmets or head protection. One variant even has a wafer-thin but extremely stable head cover that allows the facial features to be seen.

Variants that offer more or less protection. Suits with more or fewer design elements.

After lengthy deliberation, the decision was made. Today is the fitting day. Fitting day for the uniform specially developed by 073 as a prototype.

It takes place in the manufacturer’s premises.

And that's it.

The special features:

Breathable material, offers protection, close to the body, the helmet with an openable visor, built-in headphones, sensors for analyzing brain waves.

If the drone becomes unsynchronized or human emotions are activated again, countermeasures are automatically taken, and hypnosis is initiated on site if necessary.

And this is the optimized drone PDU-073

Note: Everything is fiction and the uniforms shown do not correspond to the official uniforms of the Polo Drones.

Ready to join the Team? All you need to do is contact our recruiters: @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-001.”

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[hellcatshark]

Better circumstances were Welcomed.

I picked this gif because I found it funny.

Takes place between seasons 1 and 2 of Transformers Earthspark.

Trigger Warning: Injuries and mentions of violence.

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Nightshade was up late one night staring at the moon. They had been worried about Tarantulas for some time now. They heard someone approaching them and turns to spot Dorothy.

“Hey mom.” Nightshade says before looking back at the moon.

“Worried about Tarantulas again?” Dorothy asks gently. She knew the two had bonded over science and she honestly trusted Tarantulas with Nightshade’s life. He proved himself when he kidnapped her and Alex thinking they were threats to the young Terran.

Nightshade merely nods.

“I’ve tried to call him but… he won’t answer.” They said sadly.

Dorothy sighed and gently pats their arm.

“It’s ok baby. I’m sure he’s alright. He’s been hiding for quite a long time and G.H.O.S.T didn’t even know he was still alive. I’m sure he’s alright.” She says and looks towards the moon as well.

Meanwhile, Tarantulas was currently trying to find a new place to stay. He winced with every movement and his sensors kept begging for him to stop.

He can’t. He’s in survival mode now.

Tarantulas soon found himself near a familiar barn and spots… Nightshade with their mother. Looking up at the sky.

He paused and quietly stared. Did he subconsciously come here? He didn’t remember purposely coming here.

He groans and held his side as more energon leaked.

Nightshade turns and gasped.

“Tarantulas!” They shout and rushed over with Dorothy.

Tarantulas barely even acknowledged when Nightshade got to him to help hold him up.

“Let’s get him inside. What happened?” Dorothy asked firmly.

Tarantulas leaned heavily against Nightshade, using his appendages to help pull him along.

“Attacked… Can’t remember well.” He says with a groan.

After a bit of dragging him, Nightshade gets Tarantulas into the small base underneath the Malto barn.

“Bumblebee! Call Optimus!” Dorothy shouts. Bumblebee exits his room with a yawn before immediately rushing over to help Nightshade get Tarantulas to the medical area.

The two help him lay down and Bumblebee turns to call Optimus while Hashtag rushed over to help where she could.

“Hand me the patches! Should be top shelf!” Nightshade instructs as they began to examine Tarantulas’ wounds.

Hashtag rushed away without a word, knowing the situation was dire.

“Optimus is on his way with Wheeljack and Megatron. Megatron is going to scout the area to make sure Tarantulas wasn’t followed. What even happened?” Bumblebee asked.

Tarantulas immediately went into stasis.

Tarantulas woke hours later. Everything ached but he could tell everything was going to be fine.

He felt a firm grip on his left servo and looks. He paused at seeing Nightshade recharging. Their grip on his servo was firm.

“Good thing you’re pullin’ through.” Wheeljack says as he made his presence known.

Tarantulas turns and spots the Autobot standing close by.

“I’m… I’m glad to not have went to the Well.” He said quietly.

“How long has…” he gestured to where Nightshade was.

“Thirteen hours. Poor kid was worried.” Wheeljack says with a sigh.

“Apparently, Dorothy mentioned they kept trying to call and message you.” He adds.

Tarantulas sighs and looks at Nightshade. He honestly read the messages but didn’t respond out of fear of their safety.

“I… I apologize for not responding. I was in survival mode and felt it would be wise to not show acknowledgment towards those I hold close.” The Insecticon says softly.

Wheeljack smiled at this.

“I figured. You’re a smart mech. I’m sure Nightshade knew you did it out of protection. Also,” the engineer pats Tarantulas’ shoulder, “Dorothy said you can stay as long as you’d like once you healed up.”

He then leaves the room.

Tarantulas looks back at the young Terran with a parental fondness.

“I wish we met again under better circumstances young one. Rest well.” He says before going back into recharge.

*Bonus Scene*

Months go by and Tarantulas had successfully mastered the “disappointed dad stance.”

He had slowly began a dad to all the Terrans which made everyone feel the kids were safer.

“Thrash and Twitch Malto! Time out corner!” He says firmly at the entrance to the barn.

“But we—“ Thrash tried to defend him and Twitch but stopped when Dorothy and Alex joined Tarantulas at the barn’s entrance.

“Kids. Rooms. Now.” Dorothy says.

Thrash and Twitch rushed by the three immediately.

“Sparklings and their troublesome nature. At least they are tolerable.” Tarantulas says.

“You get used to it. Also, it’s, ‘At least I love them.’” Dorothy says.

“Of course you love them. They are yours— AFTERMATH! DO NOT EAT THAT!”

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Hope you all enjoyed!!

[moonlight-tmd]

I just saw some funky info about FOV of different animals and i remembered something-

So you know how transformers have EM fields and sensors on their frames right? I was thinking they use that to navigate the area they're in.

For example, Optimus has fins and Bee has horns- they are sensors meaning they are sensitive to input. Most often Scout frames will have them or some other antenna to help them with orientation and balance but civil frames also have them sometimes. They pick up vibrations in the air and ground. They know if something or someone is around them just by sensing the vibrations, a silent echolocation if you will.

Now you should never mess with one's sensors, mostly because it will throw them off but also because they're prone to pain (or pleasure)... it's a social norm to not mess with anyone's sensors, but sometimes mech forget about it. One time Prowl pulled on one of Bee's horns cuz he was being annoying and Bee made a pain-like sound. It caught him off-guard and gave Bee time to run away to his room. Prowl felt so bad when Ratchet explained what he did, he apologized next time he saw Bee.

Now the EM field is a different kind of thing. It's essentially an aura that lets the others around know one's presence and current emotion. Scout frames are designed to have tiny EM fields so they won't be detected but other types of frames can expand and shrink their field on command (much like Prowl who keeps it small). Your EM field is what people feel when they meet you and it may change the tone of conversations whether you keep it tight or loose.

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[leapingbadger]

The First Mission

Summary: As Clone Force 99 prepare for their first mission, Hunter struggles with his promotion to Sergeant and the changes their new life will bring.

Hunter paced the barracks again, mentally taking an inventory of the gear stacked up by the door. Rain slammed heavily into the transparisteel window. He cast his eyes around at his brothers and could feel their nervous energy vibrating off them. Wrecker sat on his bunk, tossing his tooka doll absentmindedly.

“You’re not planning on bringing that with you, right?” Crosshair sneered.

“Why not?”

“You can’t take a doll on our first mission…it’s…it’s ridiculous.” Crosshair continued.

“It’s not a doll, it’s a stuffy.” Wrecker said, sounded wounded. 

“I believe Crosshair is implying that it is a juvenile display for a newly minted Republic Commando.”

“Exactly, we’re already seen as rejects, the last thing we need is for the regs to know you carry around a doll,”

“I told you, it’s not a doll,” Wrecker growled, bringing himself up to his full height.

Crosshair didn’t shrink away from his brother like most would, he stepped forward, his narrowed gaze looking up into Wrecker’s brown eyes.

“Easy boys,” Hunter warned, while checking the top crate again.

Crosshair tutted and stalked back to his bunk, giving his new 773 Firepuncher sniper rifle another look over. His hands traced lovingly over the metal. Hunter wasn’t sure he’d looked at anything like that before.

“I think we’re ready. Just make sure that you’re ready to go. We’ll load the ship in the morning. We leave at 0400.”

Tech and Crosshair nodded in acknowledgement before returning to their current tasks.

“You got it boss,” Wrecker responded with a smile, tossing Lula in the air again.

“You don’t have to call me that, Wreck.”

“Sure thing, Sarg.”

Hunter sighed.

“I believe Wrecker is right to call you by your new designation. Even if, perhaps, it may take some getting used to.”

Hunter nodded even if he didn’t like it. One of them was always going to be selected as the leader and the last few months of training had indicated that he was the likely candidate. Still, he felt awkward being recognized over his brothers. It had always been them against the rest of the GAR, he didn’t want anything to change that.

He had always been sure that Tech, being the resident genius, would win the title of sergeant, but it seemed his proclivity for over-explanation and difficulty relating to superiors had left him out of the running. Crosshair could also have done the job, but his caustic nature rubbed almost everyone he came in contact with the wrong way. And Wrecker had flat out stated he had no interest in a leadership role. He loved being an expert in his field and that was enough for him.

Hunter felt a nervous flutter in his stomach as he contemplated their first mission. Data retrieval and target elimination was nothing his squad wasn’t prepared for, but they would never escape the fact that they were labeled by the Kaminoan’s and to some extent, the Republic, as defective. They didn’t just have to be competent; they had to be better than everyone else. They had to be the best to prove their worth and to keep proving their worth until the war eventually came to an end.

“I think I’m gunna take a walk. Lights out in an hour. We need to be well rested.” Hunter said.

“Sir, yes Sir.” Crosshair called in a sarcastic tone.

Hunter paused at the door but refused to look back at him before hitting the door release and making his way out into the corridors.

***

Hunter’s feet took him through Kamino’s halls without him really thinking about it. He strayed down a narrow maintenance hallway and came to a halt outside a slim door. His hand hesitated before pushing the door release and walking into the dark room.

The lights no longer came on automatically. He fumbled for the sensor and the bright white light illuminated the small, closet like space. A small cot sat at the far end of the room, stripped of its bedding. The rest of the room had become a storage space. Crates, boxes and supplies lined the walls where previously hand drawn pictures by cadets had been attached in a haphazard fashion.

Hunter and his brothers had spent a lot of time in Ninety-Nine’s old barracks over the years. As a defective clone himself, Ninety-Nine had taken it upon himself to not just be a big brother to The Batch, but to be THE big brother. They didn’t have the luxury of the older cadets helping them learn. They were kept separate from the others just long enough to give them a stigma when they did eventually join them. Ninety-Nine had always been the one to offer a shoulder after arduous testing, a protective presence when they were cornered by the other cadets and advice when the brothers weren’t able to resolve their disagreements themselves.

Hunter would have given anything to be able to talk with Ninety-Nine now. He sank on the bunk with a creak, his chin resting in his hands.

“You’ve come a long way,” he heard the unmistakable gruff voice in his head.

“Not quite the skinny cadet you remember, eh?” Hunter replied.

Ninety-Nine chuckled, “Not exactly. It suits you though. Like you are who you were always meant to be,”

Hunter ran his hand through his hair, fingers finding the bandana Ninety-Nine had taught him to tie. “I’m still shorter than the others.” He said with a chuckle, “they never let me forget it.”

“Ha, I bet. But you’re the Sergeant now. You don’t have to take it anymore.”

“I’m not going to pull rank over something like that.” Hunter said with a shrug. “I’m not going to pull rank at all.”

He felt Ninety-Nine’s imaginary eyes rake him up and down, his lax mouth somehow lower with disapproval, “and why is that?”

“They’re my brothers,” Hunter said as though stating the obvious.

“And you’re their leader,” the older clone responded in Hunter’s head.

“I’m not sure I’m the right choice,” Hunter whispered into the quiet room, finally voicing the worry that had overtaken him since his promotion.

“And why’s that?”

“I don’t know. We’re equals. We always have been. It was us against everyone else. And now it’s…weird. Wrecker’s started calling me ‘Boss’. I just… I want it to go back to the way it was. I don’t want the responsibility of it.”

“Of what?”

Hunter started to get frustrated by the older clone’s constant questions.

“Of… of their lives, of their safety. I don’t want to be responsible for their deaths because I make the wrong call.”

“What makes you think you’ll make the wrong call? This is what you’ve trained for your entire life, Hunter. You have always protected your brothers, even when you couldn’t protect yourself. Your title doesn’t change that. You will protect them as you always have. They will come before the mission. You will make sure of that.”

“And what if I fail?”

“Well, failure is a part of life, I’m afraid. But it won’ t be for want of trying. I believe in you boys. I always have.”

“Thanks, Ninety-Nine.” Huter whispered into the hushed room.

“You’re welcome, my boy. Good luck, Sergeant.”

Hunter looked up from the spot on the floor he had been staring at. He could have sworn Ninety-Nine would be sitting next to him on the cot. He could almost feel the weight of him on the mattress.

The weight of the loss of him, even years later, made Hunter’s shoulders slump. They hadn’t been here during the battle of Kamino, they were in the middle of off world training when the separatists had attacked and stollen their brother from them. They had come home full of stories to tell and stumbled upon a Kaminoan cleaning out Ninety-Nine’s room, as if he never existed.

Taking a deep breath, Hunter stood up and gave the room a final, cursory look. He likely wouldn’t come back here again. His eyes fell on a piece of paper sticking out from under the mattress. He pulled it out with trembling fingers, already knowing what it was.

Straightening it out on the bed he saw the crude drawing of four little cadets, one large, one with goggles, one with white hair and one with hair down to his shoulders, each holding hands next to a stooped character in a blue uniform. Crosshair had drawn it when he was younger. It used to have pride of place on Ninety-Nine’s wall, surrounded by similar drawings from other young clones.

Hunter smiled as he folded the paper over to take with him. “Goodbye Ninety-Nine” he said into the silence, switching off the lights as he left the room for good.

***

Their new omicron class attack shuttle was waiting for them in the docking bay. Tech was already on board when Hunter arrived with his gear and the remaining crates from their barracks.

“We are ready to go, Sarg.” Tech said, “just waiting on Wrecker and Crosshair with the armaments.”

Hunter nodded his understanding and got settled on the ship. He smiled at the realization that this was theirs. He ran his hands gingerly over the controls before stacking some of the crates in the overhead storage compartment.

Once everyone was accounted for and everything was onboard, Hunter paused.

“Before we do this,” He said hesitantly, “I think we just need to remember where we came from. And that of all the defective squads, we’re the ones who survived. We’re the ones who made it this far. We are going to be the best the Grand Army of the Republic has ever seen. I’m going to make sure of it.”

“Sir, yes sir,” his brothers recited with wide grins on their faces.

Hunter pulled a crumpled piece of paper out from inside his armor, securing it to the durasteel wall of their new shuttle.

“Let’s get after it,” Hunter said confidently, sinking into the copilot’s seat as Tech sped out of Kamnino’s atmosphere and onto their first mission.