#Pullux

[contell-shootingtwilight]

[Cute Sorcerer’s K-Winter, Pullux👼]

“This is how you move your arms and legs! Lie down next to me, I'll watch you!”

[귀여운 마법사의 K-겨울나기, 폴룩스👼] ”자아ㅡ 이렇게 팔다리를 벌려서 움직이는 거야! 내 옆에 누워 봐, 봐 줄 테니까~”

[vanessa-hyde]

Ok, hear me out because this has been on my mind for a while for the goddess earth AU (it doesn't have to be cannon to it, just my nonsense thinking-)

I had ideas in my head for Gemini, Castor, Pullux, and Ruin and how they could play a part in the AU ;-]

Again, it doesn't have to be cannon/added, just my nonsense rambling on the idea

[totaleclipse573]

Was Pullux exiled in a 'you can't come back until you learn a lesson', or exiled in 'go take your problems elsewhere'

It was "go take your problems elsewhere" 😔

[that-starry-freak]

okay, so- anissnd AUGH

They're both quite old. Older than the celestial family. Ruin being from a universe far, far ahead. Gemini being an astral. Not only that, but they both have a sense of the greater good over others feeling. But they also both can be empathetic and have conflicting feelings because they do care about people

Gemini would respect him for taking down the creators to keep cosmic order, but they'd also have mixed feelings becuase he did kill a FUCKTON of people, including universes upon universes of other Astrals. But, it was still for the best

I feel like they'd be interested by his singing and just the things he could show them in general. And I think he'd like getting to lay on them

PLUS??? GEMINI AND RUIN??? THEYRE BOTH TWO DIFFERENT, CONSTRASTING PEOPLE THAT WORK TOGETHER TO BE ONE BEING??? Castor and Pullux. Sun and Moon. Grumpy and energetic. Chat its so- anuabsuansjs

And cmon, Rin would absolutley betray them if he thinks its for the greater good. And while I'm not entirely sure Gemini would compltley betray him, they would hurt him

Plus I don't think he's fucked with star power really before, I think Gemini would be happy with that.

They're so perfect for each other guys. Idk why this wasnt a ship before

I feel like Ruin is shipped with fucking everyone lmao

JSYK THE ROXY IS THE ONE FROM RUINS OLD DIMENSION BEFORE IT WENT TO SHIT

[rosiegeee]

My Percy Jackson Fancast

Before anyone comments, I casted based on what age they would be when they enter the series, so some actors may appear to young, but they will be the right age when that film were to come around. Also this is just my opinion.

[ligit-squid]

"My armies will aid me in claiming my throne." —the Dark Mistress.

Fangblade, one of Pullux's few foreseer's, receives a vision of a new danger to Pullux. As soon as he can, he informs the Queen of Pullux of a coming danger, not knowing the casualties that will come soon.

This is in book five of the Pronn Project.

[nyameowtherfucker]

do you have any scene things floating around in your head? (i feel like i talk too much about mine)

That's probably cus... I don't really have many rolling around in my head right now? One is Raikou Vs Abigail, where Raikou REAAALLY wants to dote on this adorable little girl but Abigail is having NONE OF IT. Creepy old woman. Hides behind Sanson glaring, don't come near her, she will attack.

Another one that my sister made that I really like, but a little context. Charlotte Corday has a line for Sanson, it goes "Ah! The man of the beheading! Thank you very much for that time. Thanks to you, my head went flying with a clean slice and no pain at all! Eh? Why are you making such a face?" So the scene goes like this: she says that after her Chaldea mandated physical (how else do they get that data about height and weight), but she sticks around, wanting to chat with Sanson. He gets progressively more and more uncomfortable, because this is someone he KILLED, someone that the world said he slapped afterwards (he didn't, according to the wiki), and she's trying to get him to relax, she wants to move on from it, she wants get to know him but he just can't get those images of her execution out of her mind, her face when-

BB says it's nice to meet her, really. But she should leave. Now. Or else. As in, get out or you're on the recieving end of CCC. She quickly does, and BB gives him a hug. She teases him a lot, but... she cares. He's a friend after all... I feel like I might've talked about this? Maybe?

Charlotte had good intentions, really, she wanted to push her execution behind them and become friends. But... They just can't at least now. That's it. Later, possibly, but not after she tore that wound open so violently.

I don't care if I've said this, Charlotte is an argonaut. I see her fitting in with them well, making apple pies with Atalanta, building models and reading with Medea, training with Castor and Pullux, and even assisting Asclepius with anything that he needs to be done. It's all because Jason decided she was an interesting person worthy of his time, and he was righter than he could ever imagine.

[ligit-squid]

The second fandom I ever was in was Transformers, and of course, I have oc's. I do have ones older but my oc, Chemical, is the most memorable of any of them. She is a couple years old (three or two) and still is my baby.

Over the years of course, she has gone through a lot of changes physically.

This was her first look.

Yes the drawing was copied, I didnt know how to draw transformers back then.

This look, to me, is atrocious. Its horrible, and the only thing out of this form that kinda transferred to her newer appearances, is her peds.

Drawn somewhere in the October of 2017.

The next form of her was significantly better than the one prior. She don't look like a fucking gremlin spawn.

At this time I was just learning how draw transformers, this is one of the only paper drawings of her.

I feel some much better with this drawing then the one before. However, me in 2018 wasn't satisfied with it still.

Drawn in late December of 2017.

The next version of her was digital once again. Drawn on a tablet that no longer exists, Chemical was given her final look.

She looks fucking fabulous.

I'm still satisfied with this version, and her character had become more developed. She was given new weaknesses and strengths, some stayed the same and some changed. She still has the heeled peds btw.

This look then continued to make more art of her.

Made in late 2018

All three made in 2019 (I have more somewhere)

Then we also have hollowforms, or human forms of transformers. Just like the first version of Chemical's bi-pedal form, her first human form is atrocious.

Whoever fucking let me draw human forms back then needs to be sued. It looks like a trashy version of Pidge from Voltron, but different.

The next version of human!Chemical was much better, and doesn't make me doubt the creation of my oc.

Once again, I didnt know how to draw humans as well, and I used a different drawing to make it.

Character Development:

Chemical at the very beginning of her creation was a priest, I don't remember why. Later, I changed her into being a scientist and mechanical. It worked better with where she was from.

If you remember or know, Cybertron has neighboring planets, for example Quintesson and Velocitron. Me and my cousin crafted a new planet called Pullux. It had different laws from Cybertron or other planets, and was governed by a femme monarchy and a royal council (who are hand picked by the queen, or queen-to-be).

Chemical is a Pulluxian, from the city Steam Works, which is an underground city, and the only one at that. Steam Works gets its name from being the hottest city on Pullux, being closer to the planets core. So 'bots born in Steam Works are adapted to the heat, and are extremely vulnerable to the cold.

We also included genetical mutations and diseases. Chemical has what we named Venting Fluxation, which is basically much weaker vents (lungs). Ones unaffected by this mutation came easily go into water for long periods, but ones that are affected will suffer just like a human without water training.

The royal to lead Pullux is only those chosen by the Dragon Eye Matrix, and only chooses those of Onyx Primes bloodline.

Onyx Prime disappeared from Cybertron before life began on it, leaving whatever of his brother left to control it. He later created the planet Pullux.

The royal is almost always a femme, or a barrer (a mech who can carry a sparkling). The last queen of Pullux before the Decepticons destroyed it was Knight Prime, who was gifted the title Prime from the Dragon Eye Matrix. The queen before her was Omega Priori, who was murdered by Steeldagger, who is the SIC of Draconian.

Draconian was the king alongside Omega Priori, and didnt believe in the femme monarchy system. He swayed one third of Pullux's population to change from the old laws, but they all left Pullux. The population left later named Draconian the Exiled King. Knight Prime was only about 15,000 years old when her carrier died, and was raised by the royal council, who also raised her two siblings left (Draconian took two others).

Knight Prime later becomes good friends with a guard-in-training, Chemical. Eventually they become best friends. However, Chemical and Knight's younger sister, Paladin, were always at each others throats.

Eventually the Decepticons decided to attack Pullux, who did trading with both Autobots and Decepticons. It was record in records from Cybertron that the Decepticons took captives, but the Queens body was never found. Time skip later, during season one of transformers prime, a large pod crashed in Ireland.

The pod crashed during the 1700's, and was found by a family who kept it a secret. The occupants of the pod, Knight Prime, Paladin, Chemical, Manatarms, and Thunder, became friends with that family. In 2015, team Prime caught a weak blimp in Hawaii. That's when the Pulluxians were discovered on Earth.

For a little while Chemical is a bitch to the Autobots, even after Knight Prime set an allegiance with them, because it was Cybertronians who destroyed Pullux.

Me and my cousin create a large plot for the project, and would've posted it on wattpad, but we ended up getting ourselves into a new fandom.

We had more Autobots on Earth then what the actual show had. Such as Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Jazz, Prowl, Bluestreak, Ironhide, and a whole bunch more. In all, the project had over two-hundered characters.

This post is so fucking long, it would've been much longer if I put more facts in, and more details.

I missed the Transformers fandom. I mostly left because I read every single transformers fanfict, except the Optimus Prime x oc/reader. I have a thing for not liking characters in red and blue (Optimus and Captain America)

Please dont give me hate, @archangel-ashlynn already does.

[ask-emrald]

P"ok, ill take you to bed, castor you feed star.

C"ok.

*they both do just that. Pullux takes pheobe in and helps her get comfortable.*

P"so, how was your first day out in so long.

As much as I love laying in bed with tiddies in my face, I'm sick of having nothing to do.

[ophiaihel]

OH BOY THE KING OF LIMBO. that would be Mr. Pullux Hades. Dramatic, bit of a party boy, but calculating and quiet all the same, and knows exactly what strings to pull to get what he wants. and oh my god GUIDE SKULLS, TIME WRAITHS, PRETERNATURAL TRADE, I BUILT SO MUCH FOR THIS WORLD! Dammit, I'm gonna need to make a WIP post about this, I'm inspired all over again

not to be that person, but the god 👏 of 👏 limbo 👏 is 👏 a 👏 great 👏 character 👏 & EXCUSE ME, BUT YOU’RE JUST NOW MENTIONING GUIDE SKULLS, TIME WRAITHS, & PRETERNATURAL TRADE. ANNA??

[cattralapaz]

Géminis ♊️

Zeus amó a la reina Leda, esposa de Tíndaro y de esa unión nacieron los gemelos Castor que era mortal, pues era hijo de Tíndaro, y Pullux, que era inmortal, pues era hijo de Zeus. Castor muere y Pullux pide morir también, así Zeus los transforma en la constelación de Géminis. Esto revela tu arquetipo dual, versátil e ingenioso.

[ligit-squid]

The Fall of Pullux

Written in early 2018

I'm likely going to rewrite this.

The twinkling of crystals glittered around the large cavern. Beautiful just like the stars on the outside world. The air in the cavern was a mix, one of dirt, metal, oil, and grease. The whole city of the underground world was lit by the entire city, with such little daylight coming through the tunnels to the outside world, someone of the light also came from bioluminescent creatures that wandered. Steam Work was a fascinating city, a truly beautiful place. The whole cavern filled with the heat that was naturally released from the planet and the exhaust from the machines busies at work every cycle, making the city remain at high temperatures through all the stellar cycles since the cavern was created into a safe hold for a city.

This solar cycle was different. The whole planet was at peace that it had been at as it always had been, ever since the Cursed King disappeared and the death of the previous Queen. Now, a fair Queen was in power since she became of age. The kingdom of Althena, the one place in the entire planet that can get into Steam Work without death. It would be dangerous to take any other way in or out of the underground city.

One workshop held one of the Queen's most loyal allies. The one and only, stubborn and almost insane best friend since they were younglings. Chemical was in another experimentation. So curious about what really made the natural crystals grow. They only grew during certain times, it was almost impossible to grow a fake one.

Chemical was brought out of her work when her workshop shook. Glass vials fell from shelves and shattered on the floor, and other tools and machines fell onto the ground.

“What in Primus…” Chemical muttered, heading towards the door to look out. The sight that was brought to her golden optics was horrific. The caverns stalactites were falling loose from the ceiling and fire was raging all around. What she also saw were other citizens attacking and killing mechs, femmes, younglings, and ripping sparklings away from their creators. Then did she realize they were not from Pullux. From Cybertron. Though the femme did not want to admit it, she was afraid. The Cybertronians, after millions of years of peace, the treaty had been broken. Chemical knew Cybertron was at civil war, but why were they invading their planet? One that had been declared neutral for millennials.

“What a pathetic race,” someone said near her. Her optics flicked to see a much taller mech than herself. He had blue armor that was mixed with a light grey and piercing red optics. She had never seen Cybertronians with red optics before, just blue, or the rare yellow and green. The mech was glaring directly at her smaller frame. True to say Chemical wasn’t the tallest femme out on the planet.

“Why to let something so pathetic continue to live,” he hissed.

“Why are you invading our planet? We’ve done nothing!” Chemical hissed back.

“Your contribution to the Autobot cause was enough to make your allies with them, all allies of Autobots must be destroyed,” the mech growled, his servo shifting into an ion cannon. It charged up and was aimed at her. A red glow bounced off the femme’s armor.

“No!” A mech, a few feet taller than herself, orange armor with piercing golden optics, jumped in front of her with a menacing growl.

“Sire, get to safety, now!” Chemical demanded.

“No! I did not save Gliff, I won’t let that happen again,” the mech said. He protectively stood in front of his creation, his youngest. Around them the cavern was collapsing, soon there would be no Steam Work to remember.

“It’s been ordered by Megatron to eradicate all natives who resist,” the cybertronian hissed, suddenly firing the cannon. It hit Chemical’s sire, the force knocking him onto the ground.

“Whatever your designation is, you fucking filthy piece of Cybertronian shit, you're disregarding the treaty set up between our planets for shit. This is worse than treason!” Chemical snarled.

“The femme has such colorful words, mech. Is this how Pulluxians are raised? A shame to be looked down upon,” the mech said.

“No, it’s not how we are raised,” her sire groaned, ”We are trained with honor and with courtesy. My sparkling just has a colorful nature with it, along being one of our Queens highly trusted.”

“Then I shall take her as a trophy for Lord Megatron,” with one more blast, Chemical’s sire was shot through the spark-chamber. The bond she had with him shattered and caused her and her siblings a great pain. A pained scream ripped through her vocalizer, the pain making her claw at her chassis plating.

“So weak,” the mech scoffed.

“I knew Cybertronians were no good,” Chemical spat. Through her subspace, she got two of her poisonous mixtures. Each from some of the poisonous plants on the planet. With careful aim, she got him in the chassis. He simply blinked at her like it was nothing.

“Your race is weak, for you to just throw something so harmless,” he scoffed.

“Ah, but that's where the bitchy joke is on you, Chemical laughed, ”What I threw at you are Prewshim-berry and Jackleplumb. Our bodies can simply adapt to its toxins, or if it’s processed properly, it can be digested. However, your Cybertronian body cannot handle the poison in the fruits.”

The mech had started to continuously flinch before clawing at himself. Chemical watched as the mech slowly broke down in just a pile of poison covered armor pieces and burnt protoform.

“I’m sorry Sire, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you,” she ran to the back tunnels of the cavern, one of the dangerous ways. However, it wasn’t the first time she had done something like this. Once she pulled herself out of the hole that now just led to the devastation of her home city, what she saw next she wasn’t prepared for. As far as she could see, only devastation and fire raged around. Many frames had littered the ground as well as energon stained everything. Chemical’s spark was rattled. Never in her existence had she ever thought something like this would ever happen. Never to a planet who had been declared free from war ever again, after the first and last war with the Quintessons.

“By the Allspark, what have they done,” Chemical gasped.

The plants, the buildings, everything, all of it was on fire. In the distance, Chemical could see the Kingdom of Althena ablaze, crumbling to the ground. It seemed like everything was coming to an end with her planet. Everything was destroyed.

“Chemical! Is that you?” a femme’s voice called out. Chemical looked behind her to see the familiar black frame that was striped with yellow and green. Even with her black armor, Chemical could see the scorch marks. Behind the Queen was the Princess Paladin. Her armor in the same condition.

“We need to evacuate the planet!” Knight commanded. Somehow through the commotion, they had managed to save only one other Pulluxian. A minicon from Parivar. Chemical took the minicon in her pod while the other two took their own. As they left, Chemical released more bloody screams of pain, feeling her last two bonds shatter. Her siblings had perished like everyone else.

“I vow I will find any Cybertronian involved with my homes genocide, and I will tear them apart.”

Devastation continues to rain down on the planet. Till nothing was left standing and they had killed the source of life for the planet, killing the very core. Whoever was alive, could have felt this disconnection from their planet, being so connected to their planet through the many generations. The Traditions of Old wouldn’t even save the core now.

I'll give prize to whoever guesses the decepticon Chemical killed.

[ligit-squid]

Knowledge of The Past

Written in early 2018

I love Chemical and Predaking's domestic sibling bond.

The population of Cybertron rapidly grew ever since Optimus and Knight Prime returned the Allspark to the well. Since then, levels of dark energon have fallen and things have returned to being peaceful. However, one femme felt strange. She should be happy that her bondmates’ species was returning from the dead, yet she still felt grief and loneliness. Chemical stood alone at the Sea of Rust, thinking deeply of past events. Never noticed that someone was behind her.

“You seem quite lonesome out here,” she looked over her shoulder to see her fellow Predacon, although he was just a clone of one from the past. Manifested in a lab during the war while she was formed inside her carriers sparkchamber. It never changed the fact they acted like a family. 

“Sometimes alone is best to help the processor think.”

“You think too much, truthfully.”

“It’s just deep thoughts about the past. Things I could never get over,” Chemical sighed. Predaking sat down beside her, respectful of her space and to ensure she wouldn’t get crushed under his larger body. “May I ask a question?”

“Mhm.”

“What happened to our race? Were there different colonies, was that how some were on Cybertron?” Predaking asked. Chemical, fortunately, was prepared for him to ask these questions at some point. She knew her fellow Predacon would want more answers to the past.

“Some Predacons were created on Cybertron during its birth of creations to fill the planet. Only small amounts were Predacons, but later on, another planet was created by the first Predacon, one of the Thirteen. Onyx Prime created Pullux for a safe haven from his fellow Predacons. We created our own culture, our own laws, everything,” Chemical breathed. Talking about her home felt nice. “We faced many tragedies during our history. The first and final war with the Quentisons. The Terror of the Exiled King. Then finally, the Cybertronian Civil War.”

“The destruction of Pullux?” Predaking concluded. Chemical nodded.

“Megatron ordered the genocide of all Pulluxians. He left some groups alive to work as slaves. Me, Knight Prime, Paladin, and Thunder were the only ones to actually get off the planet without Decepticon interaction. Others who did try were murdered,” Chemical said. “It’s the reason I could never truly accept Megatron, even with Unicron gone from his system due to Omega Priori’s blessing.”

“I have heard mentions of this Omega Priori. Are they a Prime?” Predaking asked, making the sandy armored femme to chuckle.

“No, but she was an honorary Prime till the Dragon Eye matrix found the correct suitor. Which happened to be her middle creation, Knight Prime. Omega Priori was the queen of Pullux when I was born. She was murdered about ten thousand years later not long after the youngest prince was born.”

“What of those who became slaves?” Predaking asked.

“I guess they were auctioned off to the highest bidder. I asked about them and their ‘owners’ to track them down and hopefully, release them,” the sandy armored femme replied. “Worst case scenario, they have a run in with the Exiled King’s fleet.”

“What is the story behind the Exiled King? You say his name with venom, so something undeniably treacherous,” Predaking said. Chemical nodded.

“He was the late king, the bondmate of Omega Priori. He ordered the assassination of her. Knight was the one to find her dead in her carriers berthroom. He took the population of Pullux that no longer believed in the old ways, thinking a king should have a higher power, not the queen.”

“Our kind seems to have suffered a tragic past,” the larger Predacon stated.

“Yeah… but we still survived. With everyone working together now, we could possibly revive Pullux like we did Cybertron. However, that’s where I’m conflicted. Do I stay with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker here on Cybertron, or go back to the underground caverns on Pullux?” Chemical sighed. It was hard to choose where to stay, back to the place she knew as home since before the destruction of the planet or being with her lovers.

“I advise you to listen to what your spark. I’d also say to wait to decide when the time comes,” Predaking said humbly. She smiled.

“For someone like yourself, I find it hard to imagine you’re a clone. From experience, clones do not have the mind of the original, so they aren’t the smartest of things. Your different, little brother,” Chemical said, reverting her sights back to the rising of one of the suns.

“You are welcome, big sister.”

I'm finding all these old oneshots, I'm going down memory lane.

[ligit-squid]

Thing's Change; Prologue

Oh my Primus the remake of the project is in progress! Enjoy the prologue everyone.

He ran down the dark, narrow street. His vents were coming in short, painful gasps and his peds felt like they were on fire. Tired as he was, he couldn’t let the Cybertronians get him. The fear of being a slave—or worse—pushed him onwards. Staggering into an alleyway surrounded by burning house-units, he tried to quiet his venting. He easily slid into a tiny hiding place behind the rubble of what used to be a housing-unit. He drew in a sharp vent as he heard the pounding of the Decepticons pedsteps and their angry voices.

“Where’d he go?”

“He couldn’t have gotten ‘way!”

One of the Decepticons was barking orders. “You head down the street. The rest of you, spread out and search the housing-units. Megatron wants everyone gathered up, you know what he’ll do if we mess up.”

A shadow darkened the area he was hiding in. He bit his derma. His whole body was trembling. Walking around the alleyway, the Cybertronain peered around sharply. He pulled his peds up to his chassis and squeezed his optics shut. He silently prayed to Primus he wouldn’t be found. As the Decepticon walked past the pile of rubble, he knocked the part shielding him. Stupidly, he reached out to grab it. The Decepticon saw him. A throaty growl came from him as he ripped away what shielded him from his fate.

“I found ‘im!” the Cybertronian bellowed.

“Please—,” he began, but was interrupted when the Cybertronian grabbed him by the neck-cables. They yanked him to his peds, the minibot screamed and struggled but was dragged out onto the main street. He was thrown down before a tall, sneering Decepticon who held some sort of electrical staff in his servo. A mech and a femme stood behind him, grinning at the potenial of spilling more energon.

“Alrighty li’le mech, what’s your relationship to the queen or the council?” the tall mech demanded. The minibot’s optics widened. He went to speak but only the sound of strained choking made it out of his intake. Fear squeezed his spark.

“Sounds like a useless ‘bot, boss,” the mech beside the femme said. “Can we kill him?”

His energon went cold. Pullux was going to die away, because of the Cybertronian civil war. They should’ve believed the captain of the royal guard. She’d predicted them coming here, wanting to destroy any life that will stop their purpose.

“Go ahead—” a plasma shot hit the mech’s shoulder plating, pushing him back a bit. Looking around them, the minibot spotted the dirtied armor of the royal guard’s captain, as well as… the queen and the princess! The minibot watched amazed as the three femme’s rescued him from the Decepticons. He watched as the captain plunged her own dagger into the tall mech’s sparkchamber. The smaller framed mech and femme had retreated, as well as the mech that had injured him.

“Are you alright, minibot?” the queen asked him. He again went to speak, but cursed remembering his voice had been damaged. The princess approached him, lifting his helm up to inspect his neck-cables.

“It appears he received damage to his voice functions,” she said, mostly to herself.

“Your highness’s, I suggest we keep moving to the pods, the Decepticons may come back,” the captain said, flinging the Cybertronian blood from her dagger.

“Of course. Chemical, are you able to carry him?” the queen asked the captain. Looking closer, he saw the damaged armor along her right bitarlueus.

“Of course,” the minibot was lifted up and was brought to latch onto the femme’s back. The group hurriedly made it to the hidden pod-station. It appeared to have no damage to it yet, so they assumed the pods were intact. They were right, the pods that had been left there were undamaged.

“Do we take a large pod and singular ones?” the princess asked.

“We can take the same pod, less time to evacuate,” the queen said. They found the appropriate pod, making themselves comfortable before activating the pod. The shuttle whirled to life, making all the tech light up. The minibot watched as the queen and her sister took the seats that controlled the entire pod. He decided he didn’t have to be latched onto the captain's wings anymore and dropped to the floor.

“Do you know any sign-speak, minibot?” the captain crouched down to look him in the optics. He nodded his helm.

“Are you able to give me your designation?” he again nodded, and started signing with his servos.

“So your Thunder then, nice to meet you. I’m Chemical, but you know me as the captain of the royal guard,” the femme said. She bit her bottom derma. “I’m sure me or Paladin can get something done about your voice.”

“...Are we the only ones left? Are we what’s left of Pullux?” Paladin spoke up, her optics clouded by grief and anger.

“We can only assume that. For now, we are on our own,” the queen said. They stayed quiet, individually deciding when to go into stasis. Soon it was just Chemical and the minibot. Thunder watched the femme, he saw the anger swim in her optics, clashing with the greif she was going through.

“I had to stand by and watch a Decepticon kill my sire, I had to feel my brother and sister die. I had to watch the flames engulf Pullux. Why did they come here?” Chemical murmured. “Pullux had been declared neutral for millions of years.”

Thunder took hold of her servo and patted it, he didn’t know what it felt like to lose family. He lost his a long time ago, when they left with the Exiled King. The captain smiled at him sadly.

Unbeknownst to them, things would begin to change.

If you are not aware of Transformer biology and anatomy, an optic is an eye, servo is hand, chassis is chest, and bitarlueus is fore-arm.