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littlefanficprincess · 4 months ago

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Stop the wedding!

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D-16 x Fem cybertronian reader

Word count: 5.3k

Song: This Day Aria (Cover by jSyndeo Music)

Synopsis: You're a simple miner bot forced to get married to the Sentinel Prime, so D-16 decides to crash the wedding and get his girl.

(A/n): It is a cheesy premise, which makes it good (holy moly this became way longer than I expected.

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“All right, all clear” D-16 mentions. He stands in the metro, leaning against the cart full of drills and other metal objects.

Orion pops out of the cart, catching the drill he almost knocked out of the cart. “Okay, D-16, I may be a little rusty, but “corroded”? That is too far” He says, referring to what his friend called him when talking to the two guards that were chasing the blue bot.

“Let me guess. Chased out of the archives?” D-16 questions, brushing off Orion’s response. He was already all too familiar with Orion’s routine of breaking the rules.

“Yeah. I had to jump out of a window this time. Almost died” Orion laughs, climbing out of the cart. “It was wild”

“And digging through ancient data is worth dying for?”

“Yes, it is”

“I need a new best friend” D-16 rolls his eyes, unamused.

Orion tells how he wanted to help Sentinel Prime find the Matrix of Leadership, his realist friend proceeded to call him delusional. The conversation switches over their lack of cogs.

“Hey, if we did have cogs…” Orion trails off.

“I’d transform into a shovel and beat you” D-16 jokes, answering quite quickly.

“That’s one way to talk to your friend” A sweet voice chimes from behind Orion. The two mechs turn to see who it was. Standing there was (Y/n), a smile on her face. “Hi guys!”

D-16 tenses up as his vents pick up speed. “Oh (Y/n), didn’t notice you there” He says, awkwardly. It was a sudden change from the cocky demeanor he had a second ago.

“Yeah, I know I’m not very eye-catching” The (f/c) femme bot chuckles, placing a servo on the back of her helm.

In his mind, D-16 argued that she was anything but that. Probably the most beautiful miner, the prettiest cybertronian in Iacon. A diamond in the rough, as they say.

Trailing her (e/c) optics trial down, noticing something shiny in Orion’s servo. She leans slightly down, eyeing the unknown object. “What do you have there?” She questions, raising an optical ridge.

Orion raises his hand, showing what it was. A shiny decal of Megatronus’ face. “Just a mint-condition Megatronus Prime decal, first edition. But he probably doesn't want it, so if you want it…” He holds it out for her to grab.

“Wait, hold on. Let me see” D-16 slightly panics, while also feeling excited. He reaches for the decal, but Orion pulls his arm back out of reach.

“Wait. Don’t grab. You’re gonna crease it” Orion grins. He places it carefully onto the other miner’s shoulder plate, smoothing it out.

D-16 looks at it with amazement, tracing over it with his middle and index digit. “You know, Sentinel says Megatronus was the…”

“The strongest Prime to ever live” (Y/n) and Orion say in unison, knowing the saying like the back of their servo’s. The two share a chuckle at how they knew him so well.

“It fits you” (Y/n) compliments, looking at the decal before turning her gaze up to his face. It makes D-16 feel flustered, he slightly turns away. He mutters a “Thank you”, just loud enough to be heard.

Turning to the smaller bot, Orion asks her “What have you been up to, I haven’t seen you for a good bit”.

“Sorry about that” (Y/n) apologizes, grinning sheepishly. “I was getting my metal clean, it was covered in dust. Then I ran right into Spark Hope and everything went downhill from there” She explains, remembering all the chaos.

The metro comes to a stop, its doors opening. D-16 pushes the cart out, placing it next to other carts filled with equipment. The three friends were following behind the other miners, when they were stopped by a guard.

Their first assumption was that he was there for Orion, the mentioned bot getting nervous. But to their surprise, he turns to the (f/c) femme next to him. “(Y/n)?” He calls out, making sure he has the right cybertronian.

Confused, (Y/n) answered with “Yeah? That’s me”. She wondered what he could want, hoping it was not related to her crash she had not too long ago.

“Sentinel Prime has requested your presence, I am here to escort you” The guard tells her, with a straight posture.

Looking back at her friends, who looked just as surprised of her, (Y/n) shrugs her shoulders. “I guess I'll see you guys later” She says, before following the guard to Sentinel’s palace.

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(Y/n) could only stare anxiously at the ground as she walks behind the guard, fiddling with her own digits. THE Sentinel Prime knew she existed and wanted to see her, for who knows what. The guard leads her inside the palace, its walls were made of gold and bronze, matching that of Sentinel’s armor. She felt so small compared to it all, so insignificant.

She didn’t even notice the guard stopped walking, making her bump into his back. She steps back, spewing out a quick apology. He seems to ignore it and knocks on the big doors in front of him, he clears his throat. “My prime, I have brought the bot you’ve requested for” He announces.

There was a pause, before they heard an answer. “Great, let her in,” Sentinel’s voice chimes from the other side of the door.

The guard nods and opens the doors, motioning for her to enter. Hesitantly, (Y/n) walks in, she flinches as the door is slammed close. She looks up, finding Sentinel looking towards the window with his hands behind his back.

The Prime turns around with a big smile, towering over the poor femme. “Ah, the cybertronian I was looking for. I’m happy I was able to catch you, you’re running all over the place” He chuckles, using some interesting words.

Bowing down, (Y/n) lowers her head. “It’s an honor, My Prime. It truly is” She claims, preferring to not look him in the eye.

“No need to get formal, (Y/n)” Sentinel says, gesturing to her to stand up. She does so, shivering slightly at hearing him say her name. “I called you here for one simple thing” He mentions, a mischievous glint in his bright blue optics.

“What is that, Sentinel Prime?” The (f/c) being slightly tilts her head, the taller bot finding the action charming.

“I want you to be my Conjunx Endura”

His statement makes (Y/n) halt, staring at him with wide optics. “I beg your pardon?” She coughs, making sure she didn’t hear him wrong.

“Even after fifty cycles of ruling Iacon, no femme or mech ever caught my eye. Then I saw you, bumping right into Spark Hope. You are the most beautiful bot I’ve ever seen” Sentinel kneels down, grabbing her chin. “And so, I want to marry you”

So many things were going through (Y/n)’s head. Not only did he notice her, he found her pretty and he was asking her to marry him. It all happened too fast for her to process, she had to think of her next words.

She had no idea that the proposal was shallow, not a trace of love in Sentinel’s motives. He did find her beautiful, there is no denying it. What was better to improve his image than having a Conjunx Endura, the story of that he fell in love with a miner. That he didn't care about her status, only her personality and beauty. Lies, all lies.

It was a huge honor to be asked by a prime to marry them. But yet, (Y/n) can’t help but feel empty. It was like something was holding her back, then her mind flickered to Orion and D-16. She wanted to say no, but she thinks of what would happen if she did.

“I would love to” (Y/n) answers, forcing a smile. She looks up at his menacingly stature. She hoped that he didn't notice her lying through her teeth.

“Great!” Sentinel exclaims, grinning. He didn't notice. Or he did, but didn't seem to care.

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No one saw her that day after that, it was noticed by many. Elita interrogated the idiotic duo, suspecting one of them had to do something with it. But she backed off once they told her a guard took her away for something.

Then cave in happens with Jazz almost getting crushed if it wasn't for Orion and D-16. The reckless action had gotten Elita-1 demoted by Darkwing, the mech brushing her arguments off as she lacked a cog unlike him.

The next day, Orion dragged his friend to the stadium where the Iacon 5000 was held. But instead of going into the main entrance, the blue miner drags the other through a side door. D-16 finds himself and Orion behind orange glass with a clear view of everything that was happening.

“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The icon of Iacon! The savior of Cybertron! Quintessons fear him, but we love him! Our leader, the one and only… Sentinel Prime!” The announcer proclaims, hyping up the audience.

Flying down and across the crowd was their remaining prime. He almost looked like an angel soaring across the sky. Bots scream his name as he passes by. He lands on a floating platform in the middle of an arena.

“Yes! It feels so good to be here with you all today. My friends. My Cybertronian family. It has been precisely 50 cycles since the Quintessons attacked our home. Fifty cycles since we lost the Matrix of Leadership and our Energon supply dried up. Fifty cycles since the battle that killed the other Primes, my brothers and sisters in arms” He tells the crowd, placing his servo on his chassis.

Behind the racers down below appear holograms of the thirteen fallen primes. “Today we honor the Primes who gave their lives for ours and we show them that the strength of Cybertron will never be diminished” His bright blue optics scan the crowd, stopping at the femme he was looking for.

“Before we start the race, I have one more thing to announce. Not too long ago, I met the most loveliest bot I’ve ever seen. I want you all to meet (Y/n), my soon to be Conjunx Endura” He reaches his hand towards her direction, making those near her look at (f/c) femme.

Three platforms float up as makeshift stairs. Hesitantly, (Y/n) steps on the first platform. She climbs onto the second, before stopping on the third. Right next to Sentinel, their difference in height was very noticeable.

Sentinel prime grabs her hand, smiling warmly. He glances towards the crowd, watching their reactions. (Y/n) looked to the crowd as well, but instead she was looking for her two friends. She was disappointed to see neither of them.

Little did she know that they were behind her, caged by metal and glass. With a conflicted expression on his face, D-16 looks up at the two. He felt his spark crackling, getting heavy in his chassis. He knew Orion was looking at him, but he didn't meet his gaze.

“Racers, on your marks!”

D-16 feels Orion putting something on his back, looking behind he finds his jetpack. “Why’d you bring jetpacks?” He questions.

“It’s time to show them we are more than meets the eye” Orion answers, sounding cocky.

“Oh no”

“And they’re off!” The announcer yells.

The glass in front of them turns green, the floor underneath them opens up. Orion turns on his jetpack and catches D-16 before he hits the ground. They stood out from the big group of racers.

The first to notice them was (Y/n), leaning towards their direction. “It’s them” She gasps, not expecting to find them in the race of all places.

Sentinel notices her moving away from him, making him look over what was happening. He squints his eyes at the two off figures in between the racers. “I’m sorry, are those miners in the race?” He says, confused. He looks at the big screen to get a better view of it.

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing here! Miners trying to run in the Iacon 5000!” The announcer exclaimed in surprise. The miners in the crowd cheer, happy to see one of their own racing besides those with cogs.

Glancing back at his future Conjunx Endura, Sentinel finds her looking in awe at the two miners. Most likely that she was familiar with them as she was a miner herself after all. But he cannot help but feel bitter that she was far more interested in them than him.

Even with just their jetpacks, Orion and D-16 had gotten far. Using their wits, they somehow take down Darkwing in the process. They were about to cross the finish line first, but an engine from another player shoots out and hits D-16. Orion drags his friend further, only to be tackled as a racer rides through them and crosses the finish line. To add salt to their wounds, the rest of the racers finish before the two miners could even get up.

(Y/n) moves away, about to get off the floating platform. But she was stopped by Sentinel grabbing her arms, “Where are you going?” He asks in a light tone. But the way he said it, it felt possessive.

“I’m going to check on them, I want to see if they're alright. They’re my friends” (Y/n) explains, ignoring his grip. She also wanted to tell them what happened during the time they didn’t see each other.

The prime couldn't let her out his sight, he can’t let her slip out of his grasp. “Don’t worry, I will check on them for you. I will get a guard to escort you to your room” Sentinel ‘assures’ her, his servo travels from her arm to her shoulder plate.

Finding no point in arguing with him, (Y/n) lowers her head. “I understand, thank you” She says, defeated.

Without even being inside the palace, she felt trapped in Sentinel's presence. She was escorted away by two guards, one of each side of her. Their height hid her from others and hid the world for her.

They left her once she was brought to her room. She sits down next to the window, leaning against the wall. She wondered what Sentinel said to her friends, did they ask about her? She felt so far away from them, like they were in different worlds. She felt so small.

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After that, she was kept in her room like a caged animal. The clock was ticking down until the wedding, Sentinel seemed to be working hard to plan it all. (Y/n) hoped that once the wedding happened, she would have more freedom.

From time to time, she would ask guards on updates of her two friends. The first few times, she was told that they weren’t able to find the two. But after that, they stopped listening to her requests.

She perks when she hears someone knocking on the door. She wasn't able to say anything before it opened. Walking in was Sentinel, with his servos behind his back.

(Y/n) gets up and walks over to him, greeting him with a smile. “You came to visit!” She calls out. She can’t help but feel joy that she finally had company again.

“I can’t just leave my bride to be all alone, someone has to appreciate your pretty face plate. I brought you something, to celebrate our love” Pulling from behind his back, Sentinel reveals a present wrapped in blue paper with a golden ribbon tied around it. He holds it out for her to grab.

She takes it from him, carefully untying the ribbon. She removes the lid of the medium sized box, peeking inside of it. What she found inside was a cog, giving a soft (f/c) light. Her intake opens in shock, her spark swells in gratefulness.

“I…I–” She was at a loss of words, not sure what to say. She hugs Sentinel's waist, as she is too small to wrap her arms any higher. “Thank you!” She squeals with joy.

Sentinel tenses up at the touch, stopping himself from pushing her off. He pats her head, trying to keep a smile on his face. “It’s no problem, of course. It’s the least I can do. Now come on, put it in” He advises.

Letting go of him, (Y/n) takes the cog out of the box. She places the cog in her chest, feeling warmth emanating from it. Her form began to change, she grew taller and her armor became more complex. She gazes upon her new look, tracing on the edges of her plates in fascination.

The cog felt so right in her previous empty chassis, it was like it was a part of her that was missing. It made her wonder how Sentinel got one and why her and other miners weren’t made with them. But she decides to keep those questions to herself.

“You look divine, sweetspark” Sentinel mentions, cupping (Y/n)’s chin. It made the femme realize she had grown twice her original size, Sentinel now being only (almost) two heads bigger than her.

“Thank you” (Y/n) responds, but this time she was completely sincere. Her feelings of being trapped being pushed to the back of her mind.

“As much as I want to stay, I have to go on an expedition to find the matrix of leadership. See you at the altar, darling” Sentinel spoke in a loving voice. He turns away, his smile faltering. He walks out the room and closes the door behind him.

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Orion, D-16, Elita-1 and B-127 return to the cave where Alpha Trion was waiting for them after they witness Sentinel Prime working for their worst enemy: the Quintessons. He was also the one to backstab the primes and killed them off one by one.

“That really was something, huh” B-127 awkwardly utters, feeling the thick tension in the cave. “I’d really hate being married to that guy” He remarks, trying to lighten the mood.

It makes Orion and D-16 freeze in place, remembering something that slipped their mind. They exchange looks before looking at Elita-1, who seem to realise as well.

B-127 notices the reactions, confusing him. “Did I say something wrong?” He asks.

“The wedding!” D-16 paces back and forth, beginning to panic. “(Y/n), our (Y/n) is marrying that tyrant and we have to stand around” He exclaims, frustrated. He was starting to think that his friend didn’t have a choice in becoming Sentinel Conjunx Endura.

“Okay, okay, that is another thing to add to the list of reasons to stop Sentinel. We can do this, stop the wedding and expose Sentinel. Do you know when it’s being held?” Orion asks Elita-1, placing his servo on his chin.

The femme thinks, trying to remember. “After the race, he made a second announcement. The wedding is going to be held in the middle of Iacon over…ten groons if I remember correctly” Elita-1 explains, making sure she remembered correctly.

“Ten groons!? There is no way we can make it back to Iacon in that time AND stop Sentinel!” D-16 yells, throwing his arms in the air.

B-127 stands next to Alpha Trion, both equally confused on what was going on. The prime pieces together that the traitor was marrying a friend of theirs. Meanwhile the yellow bot thinks about how he has never been to a wedding. ding.

The cave that they were residing in began to shake, telling that they were found out. Alpha Trion points the four bots towards a hidden tunnel to escape, while he buys them time. The clock kept moving, so did they.

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(Y/n) gazes into the tall mirror in front of her, not sure of what she thought of her reflection. Draped from her chest, around her arms and ending on her back with a bow was a delicate gold fabric. It reminded her of the present Sentinel gave her not so long ago. Her digits trace it carefully, scared to rip it. She pauses, thinking she heard yelling above her. But a knock at the door makes her ignore the noise. “Yes?” She answers, curious on who it was.

“The wedding is about to commence, it’s time to bring you to the altar” A guard from the other side of the door, the femme had grown quite familiar with him already. Not long after that, the door opens to reveal (Y/n). She kept quiet as she was escorted away.

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Right at that moment, above her room was the High guard, along with her friend (and B-127) were held. Sentinel walks past the rows of captured rebels. “ Look at this rowdy bunch! The High Guard! You know, you guys have been tough to find. Every trip to the surface, I’ve been searching for you” He looked down on the ones who escaped him for too long, feeling victorious.

“Tracking the bots in the cave led me right to them,” Airachnid adds, smugly.

Sentinel reaches the two front rows, spotting the leader of the High guard. “Oh-ho-ho! You captured Starscream!” He says in surprise, getting a distorted high pitched voice yelling angry things in return. He laughs at the hilarious sound “You sound ridiculous. It’s weird”.

He turns to his other side, finding D-16 kneeled down. His black helm and armor being replaced with silver, now having a cog given by Alpha Trion. Other changes being his height and a cannon on his right arm. “what a tragic story you’ll be. Atop the leaderboard in your sector and secretly a traitor” The fake prime taunts him, mockingly, “Getting close to the future queen of Iacon so you can give her right over to the Quintessons”.

“Keep her out of your mouth” D-16 mutters, bitterly. He glares up at the taller bot with hatred. His love for his friend was pure, his lie infuriated him. If he wasn’t handcuffed, he would’ve pulled out glossa out his intake.

“All of you are traitors. You’ve been working with the Quintessons to sabotage my expeditions. You’re the reason why I haven’t found the Matrix of Leadership yet” Sentinel makes up the fake truth, the story that he will tell citizens of Iacon.

“None of that is true!” B-127 argues, sitting right next to D-16. “The people are going to find out one way or another”.

“About what? That I plucked the cogs from your newborn chests? Forced you to mine so that I could pay off the Quintessons and live like a king? None of that matters. Because the truth is what I make it” Sentinel declares, leaning down towards the yellow bot. “I was originally going to execute you all right now. But since I’m such a great leader, I’ll let you watch the wedding. An execution is not something you do right before such a beautiful moment”.

In the corner of his eye, Sentinel notices D-16 getting up onto his feet. The blue and gold bot straightens his back, standing in front of the ex-miner. “Well, well. What’s this about?”

“I’m not kneeling in front of you” D-16 declares, not having a single drop of respect for the horrible boy in front of him.

“Feeling confident, are we?”

“You don’t scare me. You want to know why?” D-16 states, standing his ground.

“please” Sentinel smirks, telling him to elaborate. He was curious about what the ex-miner was going to tell him.

“Because I don’t have anything left to lose. You took it all” The silver bot answered. His best friend is ‘dead’, his crush is getting forced to get married to a monster and everything he believed in was a lie.

“I sure did,” Sentinel replies. Before punching the mech, watching him fall onto the ground. His blue optics latch onto the slightly damaged Megatronus prime decal on D-16’s shoulder, he snatches it off. “Ah, Megatronus Prime. Of course you were a fan. Megatronus was the coolest Prime! The biggest! The baddest! The toughest!”

He opens his chassis to reveal a purple cog in his slot. “That’s why, after I killed him, I took his cog for myself” He says, looking proud as talk about the horrible things he has done.

“He was greater than you’ll ever be!” D-16 yells at him from the floor.

“I don’t know. I’m pretty great. But I can understand why you’d want to wear his face over mine. Here. Let’s make sure it doesn’t come off” Sentinel drops the decal onto D-16’s chassis. Airachnid hands him a blowtorch, which he gladly takes. D-16 grunts in pain as he feels the blowtorch digging through his metal. B-127 looks on in horror, helpless to do anything.

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(Y/n) stood at the beginning of the long carpet, anxiously fiddling with her golden accessory. She felt everyone staring at her, making her not feel any better. She began walking down the aisle, passing by rows of cybertronians. She turns her gaze forward to see Sentinel standing at the altar, waiting for her. Next to him stood the officiant, a red mech called Knockout. She reaches the altar, climbing onto it. She stood on the opposite side of Sentinel, hesitantly looking him in the eye.

“Alright, let’s begin this” Knockout clears his throat, looking at the tablet he was holding. “Welcome mechs and femmes to the spark bonding of Sentinel prime and (Y/n). For almost fifty cycles, there hasn’t been a wedding ‘cause of the hard times Cybertron has been through ever since the death of thirteen primes and the disappearance of the Matrix Of Leadership. But once more we are able to witness such a beautiful occa—”.

He was cut off by the ground beginning to slightly shake as a loud crash sound was heard. Sentinel looks to his left, seeing a metro crashing into the tour where the High guard was being held. The crowd gasps in shock and worry, thinking it was an accident. All the screens turn on, playing the same video. “

“About what? That I plucked the cogs from your newborn chests? Forced you to mine so that I could pay off the Quintessons and live like a king? None of that matters. Because the truth is what I make it” Sentinel’s voice echoes throughout Iacon. Footage of Sentinel kneeling in front of quintessons, giving over energon to the. Citizens gasp at what they were seeing, the one they trusted was sabotaging them all along.

(Y/n) steps back with an expression of horror and disgust. Sentinel reaches for her, trying to make up an excuse to cover his tracks. He sees as everything he built began falling down, in a blink of an optic.

“Sentinel!”

A voice yells from above. Knockout was just fast enough to pull (Y/n) away to a safer distance. A bot comes crashing in, tackling Sentinel to the ground. Sentinel tries to fly away, but the cybertronian grabs him by the leg and pulls him back down. The mysterious bot raises their arm, shooting Sentinel’s wing with it. The blast carries through and hits one of the tall buildings.

(Y/n) squints her optics, trying to get a good look at Sentinel’s attacker. Their helm shape seemed familiar, along with the silver color of their armor. But she recognises who it was once they turn around to look at her. “D..!?” She yells out in surprise, she realises how much he changed since last she saw him. It has been like 3 solar cycles, what has happened since then.

Letting go, D-16 turns around to face the femme. She also changed in the time he was gone. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more. His attention was brought to the golden fabric draped over her form, most likely given by Sentinel. Dressed like was an object that he claimed. It disgusted him.

He turns back to the traitor lying pathetically on the ground. He raises his arm cannon, pointing at him. He was about to shoot, when he was pushed aside. “What are you doing?!” He yells, realising it was Orion who pushed him.

“It’s over, D. Everyone in Iacon knows the truth” Orion argues, standing in front of his friend.

The two go back and forth, tussling with each other. D-16 raises his canon, firing at Sentinel. Orion jumps in front of him, not thinking his friend would actually shoot. It goes straight through it, creating a giant gaping hole in Orion’s shoulder. He falls backwards, almost into a seemingly endless pit. D-16 catches his hand, laying down on the edge.

“Orion!’ (Y/n) calls out, gasping. She tries to rush over to them to help pull the injured mech up. But she was held back by Knockout, she slightly thrashed in his grip. “Hey, let go! I have to help them”.

“No uh, no way” Knockout shook his head, seeming a bit afraid. “No idea who that mech is, but he is way too dangerous” He said, eyeing the view.

Thinking of all that has happened since he met Orion, D-16’s view started to change. He was always the one to get the reckless bot out of trouble, risking his own metal to help him. If Orion was out of the picture, he could finally get rid of Sentinel for once and all. “I’m done saving you” His optics flicker from orange to a fiery red, finally crossing the line. He lets go, letting go of Orion.

“No!” (Y/n) yells, jerking forward. She could only watch as one of her dearest friends fell into oblivion. Then her attention was turned to D-16 fighting the guards that appeared to protect Sentinel. The silver bot easily finishes them off and puts his attention on the crawling bot.

Grabbing him, D-16 pulls him up into the air. With one strong pull, he tears Sentinel in two, leaving the broken bot to lay on the ground like scrap metal. There was a weird satisfied feeling coursing through her circuits. She didn't notice Knockout had disappeared, probably scared off by his former leader getting ripped apart.

D-16 reaches into Sentinel's chest, ripping Megatronus’ cog out of it. He walks to the edge of the stage, facing the giant crowd of cybertronians. He raises the cog in the air, yelling to those down below “The Age of Primes has ended! No more false prophets! Follow me and you will never again be deceived. RISE UP!”.

The High guard chants “Rise up”, eating every word D-16 yelled. The tall mech continued his speech, “I will lead us all into the future!”. He opens his chassis, removing Onyx prime’s cog and replacing it with Megatronus’. His frame became even larger than before, along with his blasters becoming more stronger. “I…am…Megatron!” He announces, naming himself after his fallen idol.

Chaos erupts as D-16, now known as Megatron and the High guard begin destroying buildings surrounding them. B-127 and Elita-1 tried stopping him but with little success. Like a phoenix coming up from the ashes, Orion Pax or more correctly Optimus prime emerges from the depths of Cybertron’s core. In his chassis was the Matrix of Leadership, given to him by Primus himself. It enraged Megatron.

The two tumble off the podium, fighting with their new found abilities. From friends to foes, how much can change overnight. It all comes to a stop when Optimus slices Megatron’s cannon with his newly obtained axe. With a heavy spark, Optimus banishes his old friend.

Pushing past him, Megatron limps off. He stops in place, he turns around. He holds his servo out towards…(Y/n). His red optics soften, a stark difference from how he looked at Optimus.

(Y/n) gazes at him, then towards Optimus and finally to Megatron’s servo. Now she had to make a decision, one that would change her life forever.

Take Megatron’s hand or stay by Optimus' side

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nonsscrapheap · 4 months ago

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Hello again same annon from the last ask! Loving the new chapter! Ahhh can’t wait for the next take your time!

I am here to ask a scenario that probably many thought of but probably too early for the story so far but! What if the original idw lost light meet DTFB!Hot Rod? Like a duplicate that accidentally got on the lost light type of story since you finished the comics already, there is stark contrast to the LL!Rodimus we know as in personality and abilities in consideration, LL!Rodimus flamethrower is a Mod while Roddy is a outlier ability I know the canon in DTFB is not restricted to one continuity but I love ideas of other continuities meeting a character that is drastically different from the one they know and Brainstorm probably freaking out about the breathing forms, and how it seems like it could be taught to about anyone that has the motivations and/or determination to learn it basically.

you have NO idea how much i've thought about it ever since- no even BEFORE i finished mtmte and LL. i want LL!roddy to meet DTFB!roddy, i want my roddy's shenanigans seen by the others.

i want my roddy to end up surprisingly envious over LL!roddy for [SOMETHING I CANNOT EXPLAIN YET] and also [MORE SOMETHING I CANNOT EXPLAIN YET]

[REDACTED, SO MUCH REDACTED BECAUSE WE'RE NOT THERE YET]

BUT- fuck it, snippet time!

===== Fire Bot on Lost Light =====

"What am I looking at Brainstorm?" Rodimus questioned dryly as he, Ultra Magnus, Megatron and Drift, stood in Perceptor and Brainstorm's shared lab on the Lost Light. The two scientist having called them over for something important.

"Behold, Simpatico presents; The AU Observer!" Brainstorm exclaimed with his usual flare. Perceptor had rolled his optics but was presenting it either way, a stark contrast to the way he acted towards Brainstorm at the start of Lost Light.

They all stood in the lab in front of the largest screen there, the words AU Observer were scrawled over the screen along with a loading screen and the words Scanning AU...

"With how we're jumping between universes now, I thought it prudent that we see which universe we are jumping into first. To avoid... well, to avoid another situation as last week." Perceptor replied and they all made faceplates at last week's universe jump.

A universe where alignments had all switched with the chivalrous Autobots becoming somehow even more terrible monsters than the old Decepticons? Yeah, they got out of that universe as soon as they could.

"We still cannot exactly choose which universe to go into, but we can at least get a forewarning and a general explanation of what is to come."

Both Ultra Magnus and Megatron seemed to approve of it while Rodimus peered at the screen, "Is it scanning the next universe already?"

"Indeed!" Brainstorm nodded, "Actually, we scanned it before hand but it was a small sample." He brought up a picture of... Rodimus? No, it wasn't Rodimus. It was Hot Rod. With green optics and some different detailing but it was definitely Hot Rod, Rodimus' old identity and frame. "Since you are our illustrious main captain of our duo-captain system, I thought it was only fair that we use your likeness to find the Rodimus in the next universe- Lo and behold, we found you! Somewhat."

"Huh, so what, in this universe I have green optics?" Rodimus couldn't help but ask, intrigued by his other self. Drift snorted, amused at the sight of the green optics yet couldn't help but find Hot Rod's optics... kind for some reason. The smile on his derma certainly helped.

"And you have yet to hold the Matrix, your frame hasn't been reformatted." Ultra Magnus noted, peering at the mech's green optics.

Megatron hummed, "How long until the scan is finished? What can we see?"

Perceptor tapped against his keyboard. "Not long, we're still locked on to Rodi- pardon, locked on to Hot Rod, so we shall soon see him in action at least."

"Speaking of which! It's done!" Brainstorm announced as suddenly the screen changed.

All their faceplates immediately turned grim as they found themselves seeing an area with grey bodies with torn chassis and spilled energon. There was a strange amount of mirrors around, floating in the air, and Hot Rod was in the middle of it.

Heaving, panting and hurt. Optics wide and searching as he tensely looked around his surroundings.

In his servos was a katana, similar yet different to the kind that Drift carried. The blade was interesting, a dark mixture of white, red and blue swirling along the metal, glowing like cracks on the sword's blade.

"What the frag?" Rodimus asked as Hot Rod kept stance.

"Give it up, you may have killed other demons but I can assure you. I am no demon you have ever faced." A voice reverberated from the mirrors, a dark shadowy figure in each mirror with haunting pale blue optics.

"Demons?" Drift repeated tensely, his own servo instinctively going to his swords at his sides.

"Perceptor! Brainstorm! Is this happening now?" Megatron barked as Hot Rod's optics narrowed, energon dripping from his intake as he kept his guard up.

"It is! It's-" Brainstorm quietened when the screen spoke once more.

"Those other demons were talentless brutes who were not worthy in becoming like me. You may have slain other demons but I... am far above them." A figure darted out of the mirror, faster than a normal mech's optic could process- Hot Rod had barely reacted in time, managing to change directions and block an incoming clawed servo with his sword with a grunt.

It revealed who he was fighting up against- "Is that a sparkeater!?" It looked very similar to a typical spark eater. Only it wasn't decaying or dilapidated. Their frame was polished, shiny, underneath the stain of energon. But those sharp metallic tail-like bladed tendrils were unmistakeable. "Why is it talking?!"

"And how did it get out of that mirror?" Ultra Magnus asked and pointed out at the same time.

Spark-eaters were mindless, and they certainly couldn't jump out of mirrors!

"I believe that is just how spark eaters are in that universe." Perceptor said with a tense and haunted look on his faceplate, no doubt remembering the time he and several others had been turned into sparkeaters.

Hot Rod struggled to keep against the spark-eaters strength but managed to grin, "You'd be surprised!" His optics sharpened before his moved. A strange whistling in the air as abruptly, he slashed at the so called 'demon' spark eater.

Ni no Kata kai: Yoko Mizu Guruma!

It took a second for the words to translate from... Human Japanese?? It meant; Second Form: Improved, Lateral Water Wheel.

But in the same second, before anyone could even ask any type of question- water seemed to phase into existence. Slicing a circle around him, the sharp liquid crashed into the intelligent spark eater, sending them flying back against the mirrors- but instead of going inside, it cracked the mirror they landed on. The tendrils they had were cut off, flailing in clear pain.

"What the heck was that?!"

Rodimus held his servos up at the looks he got, "Don't look at me! I have no idea why that Hot Rod has a weird water mod! It very much clashes with our name though, I thought he would've gone for a fire one."

"I don't think that's a mod." They all turned to Brainstorm who seemed enthralled by the Hot Rod on the screen. "There's something off about this, but I can't put my finger on it."

"Grrr- right, yes. The weird swordsmechship you can do." The demon snarled, pained and- were they healing? The tails were back! What the pit?! "I'll give you that, Hot Rod. You're no ordinary mech- someone who dealt with Proteus wouldn't be that easy to kill..."

Proteus? Who??

"Senator Proteus?" Megatron muttered incredulously, recognizing the name.

"This is your last chance, demon. Surrender! Atone for the innocent lives you've take—" Hot Rod said, optics burning with righteous determination, something that Rodimus was cheering for yet at the same time. He couldn't remember if he'd been like that when he was younger... Definitely not.

This alternate universe was already so wild with just him alone! Not to mention the spark eater.

"Never! Those worthless lowlives have two uses! To work as they were forged and constructed or to be feasted on by those more powerful than them! Like ME!" Primus could you be any more villainous?

Megatron's faceplate twisted into an angry scowl, glaring at the sparkeater. He was very pleased to see anger on Hot Rod's own faceplate.

"Speaking of such, did you know, little slayer? We are being watched. Not by my brethren, but something else. And I sense such delicious sparks akin to yours."

"Someone else is there? Brainstorm, can we look around or-"

Ultra Magnus interrupted him, optics wide as suddenly the demon was looking at them. "He's talking about us!" He barked suddenly the spark eater launched itself at them, at the screen. Behind him, Hot Rod looked alarmed and immediately sprinted towards the spark eater.

"That's impossible!" Perceptor barked but suddenly the AU Observer's screen sparked and shattered- with the force of a spark eater and a familiar red and yellow mech behind it.

"SCATTER!" Megatron screamed, grabbing Rodimus and throwing them both to the side to avoid the flailing spark eater who hissed and snarled. Drift and Ultra Magnus had done the same, with Drift unsheathing his own swords, prepared to fight.

Hot Rod landed in a roll but immediately leapt towards the spark eater, speaking human Japanese once more.

Mizu no Kokyū - Shichi no Kata: Shizuku Hamon Tsuki!

This time, the translation was automatic.

Water Breathing - Seventh Form: Drop Ripple Thrust

Hot Rod stabbed his sword several times at the spark eater- water forming once more, a surface that depicted droplets that were sharply stabbed against the howling spark eater.

"PUT THE LAB IN EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN MODE!" Ultra Magnus roared as Hot Rod was suddenly flung back thanks to a lashing sharp tail, a cut along his chassis all the way to his shoulder.

===== Fire Bot on Lost Light =====

i would write more but- well, honestly i shouldn't XD im going to end up writing spoiler territory stuff- i mean i kinda already did but im still on the fence of the details ive already revealed so those may or may not be changed.

but yeah, this is ONE of the ways hot rod could've accidentally gotten on the lost light.

i have other ways in mind but for now...

im gonna leave it at that hehehe

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tea-leavesss · 4 months ago

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what are you afraid of?

Optimus shivered. The cool air blowing in from the open window brushed against his plating, causing it clamp down slightly against protoform but Optimus wasn’t deterred — it was a programmed reaction; instinct. The curtains swayed lightly, reminding him of the cascading waves of the Rust Sea. He let his optics close, servos placed neatly in his lap, processor whirring with all the worries and anxieties being a Prime brought along with it.

The gentle chill of the wind reminded him of, well, himself. Always moving, always swept away but capable of so much if need be.

He stood near the window, letting the curtains brush against his legs, arms crossed against the windowsill. His finials flicked ever so slightly from the chill but it turned from him wanting to escape to warmth… to satisfaction, to peace.

Nights like these on Cybertron were becoming increasingly common ever since the war ended what seemed like millennia ago. New Iacon glittered and shone like Luna 1 & 2, its sleepy glow reminiscent of sleepless nights as Orion Pax, eventually falling asleep at his desk — doing his best to keep still as Roller came in to drape a blanket around him and switch off the lights.

He felt hands at his waist, wrapping around and pulling him close, back hitting a strong chest. “You are overthinking again. Or, are you sulking?” Megatron chuckled.

Optimus sighed, leaning back to nuzzle into the cabling of Megatron’s neck, feeling his worries slowly wash away. “I’m not sure anymore.”

Optimus, in truth, was terrified. Terrified of the future, of himself, of the past. For so many years he lived in fear but never — and would never — let it control him. But when would it be time? When would it be time to rest, to put down the gun, to let the tears flow. It felt like a sword pierced through his spark.

His field buzzed against him and it was Megatron’s turn to sigh. “Oh, Optimus…”

Optimus looked up at the dual moons, a spark of hope flickering within him. It was moments like these that puzzled him… but that was life, wasn’t it? Tossing and turning, reliving the moment.

“It’s time to close that door, Optimus.”

The slow, nightly bustle of Cybertron slowly eased Optimus and he let his optics close once more, the Matrix pulsing within his chest. He felt Megatron press gentle kisses to his audials, making him shiver.

All is well; all will be well, a voice called in his processor.

Perhaps it will.

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sonicasura · 5 months ago

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Once again, they overestimated Knockout’s actual medical knowledge. He seemed to be a medic in training in the total of three timelines with his confirmed presence—trying to do the job of a full blown one. Dart’s own suggestions during when he was the only Decepticon awake had been more necessary than they realized.

Megatron’s frame, to put it simply, was a mess.

The Decepticon leader was as large as his two deceased counterparts. Meaning his frame was built for fighting and left its innermost components buckling a bit beneath the weight. Clearly, there had been attempts to correct the long term wear-tear… Warframe medical care was simply another beast in itself. He was functional before getting half mauled true.

Yet Dart knew from Ratchet’s many, many lectures toward the self-sacrificial Prime that larger frames needed the most work. Staying on top of proper maintenance prevented these smaller issue from becoming the serious ones.

“Anyone with even passing medical experience or other biological familiarity, get over here!” Dart hissed, letting their pointed denta show as their wings finally raised up. They didn’t falter when their harsh tone ended up getting all the recently repaired Decepticons attention. “Seems you all need a refresher in actual complete medical procedures for war-frames.”

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Jettison switched back to English to chew the entirety of the Decepticons out for the sad state that was Megatron’s frame. Outwardly, the leader had looked imposing before being half eaten. Inwardly? There were apparently a lot of issues his frame created that none of them had been privy due to lacking knowledge.

The neutral Seeker tensely listed a number of issues in between spitting half-threats:

“His fusion canon alone fries the wires in his arm. I ought to stick one of your servos in the barrel and see how you deal with the heat!”

“These cables shouldn’t have gotten this slack. He’s lucky his bulk allows him to throw punches.”

“How he’s walking around on knee joints this bad, I will never know.”

“Hell, how protoform is a constant map of bruises that keep getting done in again and new healing fully!”

They provided a very in-depth yet prompt overview of how Warframes should be able to function. Megatron could have greater range of motion than his frame suggested, if he was at the actual one hundred percent operation. Jettison had to teleport away and bring additional supplies as they insisted on getting the Decepticon leader up to decent health. Frankly, Knockout was both impressed and fearful of how they could diagnose at a glance.

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Dart had explained to their poor, poor Faction about the situation. It was a hard pill to swallow knowing there was a universe where Megatron was a good guy since the beginning. Let alone one with blue optics who kept said optics…

They also knew that they were running off fumes by the time that they got back to the Decepticons’ base. The Omnitrix kept sending them warnings for pushing past the normal hour limit. So with great reluctance, Dart changed back without much prompting in the presence of everyone there. Silas face helped bite back the barest hints of anxiety running through them. They marched their way over to one of the corners of the base and leaned against the wall attempting to get comfortable.

“Let me rest for an hour or two, then I can revamp Megatron’s frame.” Dart called out to the still stunned cybertronians and humans.

—ROB’d Anon.

Regular Optimus has the Matrix to bite back the worse of the wear and tear of being a leader. Shattered Glass Megatron does not have the same luxury, nor does his frame do him favors.

Dart is unfortunately used to fitting power naps in uncomfortable positions. They slept outside a lot on the beginning when their morals hadn’t caught up to the circumstance…

That definitely was quite the intimidating learning experience for the SG Decepticons. Yeah, SG Megs wouldn't have such a luxury of the Matrix unlike Optimus. Meanwhile everyone in the normal timeline is digesting the weirdest bombshell ever.

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tersyne · 10 months ago

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transformers one thoughts (major spoilers):

art deco got me like

op sneaking around like that was a little wild. he’s usually much too big to sneak. and then the two mechs with t-cogs managed to chase after him so easily really emphasized how much weaker everyone who couldn’t transform was

op did come off as a bit arrogant/self-centered to me, in how he would challenge the system without thinking of the consequences to the people around him (elita getting fired, dumping megs in the race with him) which I don’t think was the intent. but it could’ve been imitating the launch-the-allspark-into-space-and-immediately-regret-it version of op in some of the more recent continuities. It is mirrored a bit in megs as well, like when he fires on the statue without concern for bystanders or on sentinel—they’re both capable of tunnel vision while focusing on their own morals

elita telling op he doesn’t have the touch OR the power. nice little easter egg :)

having cybertron’s environment in a constant state of transformation was wonderful. like this might’ve been my favorite addition to the franchise from this continuity. it added a new danger to the already-dangerous job of being a miner. the train tracks that only exist when there’s a train but also respond in real time to obstacles? whatever the heck was happening on the surface? muah

when the quintesson guards came out at first I was all >:( why do they have legs? but then the actual quintesson came out and it looked SO GOOD AND OMINOUS. it was bigger than sentinel! and the organic curves of the tentacles after all of the blockiness of cybertron felt so alien. really well done. the only thing is I don’t remember it rotating faces at all which I’m a little disappointed in, but maybe in a sequel?

weird to realize they pulled the matrix-disintegration from bayformers, but it just goes to show that every continuity brings something new! I have a feeling that scene was cooler in 3d

alpha trion’s alt mode was AWESOME. go grandpa go!!!

having the future-decepticons as the former high guard made me squint a little bc I would THINK that the group specifically devoted to serving the PRIMES might be inclined to follow a PRIME who bears the MATRIX OF LEADERSHIP, but apparently they’re quite alright with megatron’s vengeance and might makes right philosophies? or is this just the remainder of the high guard? did sentinel kill all the truly loyal ones?

did anyone else get the vibe that starscream was deliberately provoking megatron during their fight? like he wanted to see what he was capable of?

screamer’s voice being like that because of megatron + the recurring injury to bumblebee’s voice also due to megatron in other continuities… I am connecting the dots…

other people have pointed out how this recontextualizes starscream’s attempts to replace megatron as leader if megatron replaced HIM in the first place

sentinel’s convenient recorded confession reminded me that the target audience is children and I should be mindful of that

the fight scenes leaning into the transformations and movement… very nice

there didn’t seem to be any reason for megs to switch his optics to red? this felt like a missed opportunity

ETA: also applies to other continuities but: of course peace is no longer an option when his name is no longer pax

so there’s no longer an energon shortage; sentinel’s dead; everyone has a t-cog; the quintessons are going to be back soon, and NOW you want to start a civil war? bro where is the logic? do you really think anyone’s going to join the decepticons in this continuity? they’ve got a guerilla force at BEST

op: don’t be like sentinel!!

megs: *kills his leader, steals his t-cog for himself, takes on the name of a prime (but not the full name bc megatron is a false prophet too) and leadership role*

op: MY BROTHER IN PRIMUS THE BAR WAS ON THE GROUND

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113-degrees-of-separation · 9 months ago

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(Part 4) Bullets: A Last Stand of the Wreckers story.

"I managed to iron out the kinks. Not that it mattered, in the end." The sky above Hydrus 5 was losing it, no question. Subjected to a variety of rare and recherche weaponry, the browbeaten firmament was now suffering something of a meteorological panic attack: horizontal rain, banks of scalding vapor, clouds that collapsed in on themselves - that sort of thing.

The Decepticons were to blame. And the Autobots. For months the two sides had battled enthusiastically on the ground below, throwing everything they had at each other. Now that the battle was over it was time for quiet soul-searching and private reflection.

"Will you get a load of that!" exclaimed Pyro, surveying the landscape from the top of a mountain created only that morning by the Tremorcons and their tectonic cannon. The remains of a displaced Hydrusian temple smoldered nearby. "Look around you, Afterburner! What do you see? Freedom! A world liberated from the Decepticon menace! I mean yes, the planet has sustained minor collateral damage, but that's to be expected when you're up against an infiltration unit on the brink of Phase 4." He paused. "Or is it Phase 5? I find it hard to tell them apart."

"We fought hard and we came through," said Afterburner. "And if I may say so, commander, I think you tipped the balance. Taking on Seizor single-handed and all that."

"Oh, I don't deserve to be singled out." Pyro puffed out his chest. "Which bit did you like best?"

"Definitely the bit when you were driving towards Seizor's bunker and the Tremorcons were in your way." Afterburner sketched out the action with his hands. "You ram-raided Aftershock and Fracture - bam! - and then activated the boosters under your cab so you could transform -- in midair."

"Yes, well, that's a rather famous maneuver. Go on."

"After you put down Tectonix and the others you found Seizor in the bunker. I think you sensed it was going to be your final battle and wanted to say something to mark the occasion. You must've accidentally switched on inter-Autobot radio because we all heard you say-"

"Anyway!" said Pyro. "Moving on…"

"You said - and I don't think I'll ever forget the sheer sense of gravitas in your voice - you said, 'You're late for a meeting with my fists, Decepticreep!'" Pyro winced. He'd been working on a far more memorable line, something to do with standing and/or falling.

"Anyway," said Afterburner, "I'd better go and see how the rest of the troops are coping. Will you be giving a speech?"

"Yes. Just give me a moment to compose something."

He watched Afterburner turn into a motorcycle and speed down the mountainside, then started to replay Optimus Prime's greatest speeches in his head. As he searched his mem-net under keywords like 'courage', 'resolve' and 'fortitude', he was reminded of how any problem could be solved by asking one question - what would Prime do? - and a supplemental: what would he say whilst doing it? Pulling a soldering gun from a chest compartment he'd had re-sized to accommodate the Matrix (just in case…), he climbed down into the remains of the temple and started patching things up. He was distracted by an odd feeling, as if something was brushing against his spark. For a second he thought he was about to experience a vision, something Prime always seemed to be doing. 'Bring it on,' he thought, steeling himself. 'The more apocalyptic the better.'

He sensed a movement on the periphery of his optic field and turned, afraid of what he might see. Partway down the mountain was a faint green flicker of heat-rippled air; partway down the mountain was the Shimmer.

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fatihulusoy · 1 year ago

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Greetings folks! Since i back to this god forgotten blog, i wanted to make some changes like daily hi-techy/reality check for some of those who forgotten there is a actually living tech world out there :P A news feed some sort of if you will :)

So here we go: Microsoft pushes the AZURE labs to the core again! this time their excuse was a computer that is running by light! didnt read wrong folks! Actual optic based computing we are talking. Meet Anolog Iterative Machine (AIM)

"In Project AIM, analog iterative machine, we are building an optical machine to solve hard optimization problems at the speed of light — a space where state-of-the-art silicon solutions and even quantum computers fall short."

but in actuality what they did was replacing usual computing hardware with photons and electrons to process data instead of switching transistors.

for those who wonders the live build, looks something like this..

Microsoft says in a blog post that goes deeper into the project that uses the system analog techniques, in this case mainly optical and electronic. Inprogrammed equations record the calculations and so no switching transistors are used, as is customary in our computers today. It is explained that we are dealing here with an efficient use of vector matrix multiplications, and in gigantic quantities. The vectors are the variables of the problems to which values must be linked. The matrix is the actual problem in code form.

for now this tech still under dev and research state for almost 4-5 years but their first experiments for quote&quote "finance and health industry" but only time will show its actual capabilities.

PS: i know its kinda rugh for a first timer but im gonna make a better news report next time i promise :)

see you guys tomorrow..

-Fatih ULUSOY

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https://nl.hardware.info/nieuws/85596/microsoft-onthult-analoge-optische-computer-waar-fotonen-en-elektronen-de-data-bewerken

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twatchesmall · 13 days ago

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Dark Side of the Moon Economics: Speedmaster Moonphase Chronograph 304.33.44.52.03.001 Driving Taiwan Temple Optics

When the moon phase Omega replica watches indulges in romantic imagination, this meteorite moon phase chronograph uses optical ceramics and lunar orbit calculus to reconstruct the cosmology of Taiwanese folk beliefs. The 101 diamonds inlaid on its bezel are actually the crystallized equation of the light and shadow economy of the temple.

Deconstruction of faith in astronomical mechanics

Entropy balance of meteorite moon phase

The moon phase disk uses Muonionalusta meteorite slices. After irradiation treatment by the Nuclear Research Institute of National Taiwan University, its Widmanstätten pattern forms a natural capacitor matrix. Dajia Zhenlan Temple measured: Under the interference of the magnetic field of millions of pilgrims, it still maintains a cycle accuracy of 29.53 days per month.

Microlens revolution of ceramic bezel

The black ceramic bezel with diamond base hides a 0.01mm convex mirror structure. Tainan Photoelectric Factory analysis: When sunlight is incident at an angle of 65°, 101 diamonds can focus light on the moon phase disk, causing the nickel pattern in the meteorite to produce a "total solar eclipse optical effect".

Incense algorithm of 9904 movement The timing module is equipped with a "grayscale sensor". When the temperature of the temple incense burner exceeds 250℃, it automatically switches to the heat compensation mode. Beigang Chaotian Temple verified: In the Mazu procession artillery array, the travel time error is maintained at ±0.5 seconds/day.

The light and shadow economy of Taiwan's folk market The divination revolution of diamond longitude and latitude The diamond inlay position corresponds to the twenty-eight constellations. The Changhua Yijing Society has developed the "wrist throwing technique": when the chronograph second hand sweeps over a specific diamond, a microcurrent is triggered, causing the palm muscles to contract to simulate the probability of the holy divination, with an accuracy rate of 89%.

Incense time bank Tainan temple group launched the "merit timing system": believers donate time and deposit it into the watch, and the owner can exchange it for diamond point service. Volunteer service per hour in exchange for 0.1 carat diamond inlay quota, giving birth to the "time precious metal" trading market.

The purification industry of meteorite capacitors Scientists in Hsinchu discovered that the moon phase disk produces a 72Hz resonance frequency under moonlight. Based on this, the Chiayi Incense Factory developed the "Meteorite Energy Incense", which is priced at NT$300,000 per kilogram, with an annual output value of over NT$100 million.

When the timing button is pressed in front of the Thousand Miles Eye, the nickel-iron crystals in the meteorite texture reflect the spectrum of a century of incense. This mechanical miracle that fell from astronomy to folklore proved in the smoke of Taiwan's temples that the most precise laws of the universe are often written on the morning and evening lines between the pious wrists.

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xionghua-photonics1 · 1 year ago

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Fiber optic circulator

Fiber optic circulator is mainly used to isolate the output signal and input signal of the base station antenna. Circulators and isolators are core components in 5G base stations. With the massive increase in 5G Massive MIMO, the application demand for fiber optic circulators will also increase significantly. The main feature of the fiber optic circulator is that it can realize bidirectional optical signal transmission on a single optical fiber. The signal transmission direction of the circulator is irreversible. It can only guide the optical signal from one port to another port in one direction at a time. Although the optical signal can be redirected, it must pass through the ports sequentially in one direction. For example, the optical signal of a three-port circulator must travel from port 1 to port 2 and then propagate to port 3. Fiber optic circulators are commonly used in passive optical networks, (wavelength division multiplexing) WDM networks, polarization mode dispersion, dispersion compensation, optical add-drop modules (OADM), optical amplifiers, optical time domain reflectometers (OTDR) and fiber optic transmission Induction applications etc.

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What are the main components and parts of LED displays

LED display, this light and shadow magician that is ubiquitous in modern cities, attracts our attention from large billboards on the street to live broadcast screens in stadiums with its dazzling colors and clear images. But what "parts" does it consist of? Today, let’s unveil the mystery of LED displays and take a look at the “heart”, “brain” and “skeleton” behind it.

Glowing "pixels": LED light beads and modules

When it comes to LED displays, the most core is of course the "LED" itself. These tiny LED light beads, like independent pixel dots, form what we often call "LED modules" through matrix arrangements integrated on the PCB (printed circuit board). Let you learn about the LED display soft module in 5 minutes.

LED light beads: Although it is small, it is the core of the glowing light. It is made of semiconductor materials and can emit three basic colors: red, green and blue (RGB) after power on. Through different combinations of these three colors and brightness adjustment, tens of millions of colors can be presented. The packaging technology, brightness, viewing angle and life of the lamp bead directly determine the display effect and stability of the display screen. Here is Mini LED vs COB packaging: a technical choice from the user's perspective.

LED module: Multiple LED lamp beads are arranged at a certain spacing, soldered onto the PCB board, and then controlled by the driver IC to form an LED module. You can think of it as LEGO blocks, and modules of different specifications can be spliced into display units of various sizes. The flatness, consistency and protection level of the module (such as waterproof and dustproof) are crucial to the overall performance of the display.

Support and connection "skeleton": box

LED modules need a solid "home" to accommodate them, which is the "box". The box not only plays a supporting role, but also is responsible for fixing modules, power supply and heat dissipation.

Material: Common box materials include die-cast aluminum, sheet metal, carbon fiber, etc. Die-cast aluminum box is lightweight and has high precision, and is often used for rental screens; sheet metal box costs are relatively low and mostly used for fixed installation screens; carbon fiber box is popular in the high-end rental market for its ultra-light characteristics.

Structure: The box is designed with heat dissipation channels, power supply and signal interfaces. Good heat dissipation design can effectively extend the life of LED lamp beads and driver ICs. At the same time, the splicing accuracy of the box also directly affects the overall flatness of the display.

The "heart" of power supply: power supply

The light of the display screen cannot be separated from electrical energy, and the "power supply" is the one that provides stable and efficient electrical energy.

Type: LED displays usually use switching power supplies to convert mains into DC low voltage power required for LED lamp beads and drive ICs. Let you understand how LED light beads work.

Importance: The stability of the power supply, conversion efficiency, power factor and protection level (such as overvoltage and overcurrent protection) will affect the operating stability and life of the display. A good quality power supply can allow the display to work "healthily" for longer.

The "brain" of control and transmission: the control system

If the LED module is the "eye" of the display screen, then the control system is its "brain" and "nerve". It is responsible for receiving external signals and converting them into driving signals that the LED module can recognize, thereby realizing screen display.

Send card: Process the signals from the computer or video player and send them out via network cable or optical fiber.

Receive card (also known as driver card): installed inside the LED box, responsible for receiving signals from the transmission card and assigning them to each LED module. The number and performance of the received cards directly determine the refresh rate, grayscale level and screen display effect of the display.

Video processor: Displays that require complex processing such as playing high-definition video, multi-screen switching, and zooming, are usually equipped with professional video processors. It can uniformly process and optimize video signals in different formats to ensure smooth and clear pictures.

Control software: Professional software running on the computer, used to edit, manage playback content, set display parameters, etc.

The "blood vessel" that transmits signals: wire

What connects various components and transmits power and signals is a variety of wires.

Power cord: Responsible for power supply, and you need to choose a thickness that meets safety standards to ensure stable current transmission and no heating.

Signal line: transmits data signals, usually using network cables or optical fibers. High-quality signal lines can ensure the integrity and stability of signal transmission and avoid jittering, screen-flowing and other phenomena.

Fixed "support": steel structure

For large outdoor LED displays, a solid "steel structure" is also needed to support the weight of the entire screen and resist the invasion of natural forces such as wind and rain. The design and construction of steel structures require professional civil engineering knowledge to ensure the safety and stability of the display screen. Give you a steel frame LED screen: key features, case studies and buying tips.

Summarize

An LED display is the crystallization of the collaborative work of many precision components. From tiny LED lamp beads to huge steel structures, every link is crucial. Understanding these main components and their functions will not only help us better select and use LED displays, but also be clear about them in daily maintenance. The next time you see dazzling LED billboards on the streets, you may be able to see these "heroes behind the scenes"!

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