#skyfire is such a seal to me..

[ugly-bug-starscream]

seal and his seal baby

[thegrinningghost]

Waiting

Prompt: Starscream and Skyfire reuniting, but to the storyline, lyrics and vibes of WYFILWMA (EPIC)

Characters: Starscream and Sky/Jetfire

TW / CW: alluded to attempts of su!c ; please be safe and don’t get any ideas or don’t read if you’re feeling too emotionally or mentally vulnerable to handle it, even if it’s minor, thank you!

Credits: Concept belongs to awesome-normal-heroes | Characters belong to Hasbro, Universal and all the other creators of Transformers | Moodboard and story belongs to me

Tag(s): @awesome-normal-heroes

— •

It had been years. Long, slow years full of rotten memories and broken promises. Perhaps it was fated that he’d lose himself to his pride. After all, he’d already lost his love to the snow, and then to his rage. Even still, years of war had not killed is gentle heart, no matter how hard he fought to disagree. Hardened, but not gone. 

It wasn’t often that he left for a place to rest, but certain habits had to be broken in order to continue traditions. Although, he wasn’t entirely sure why he kept up this tradition. It had been far too long; far too long for him to have been able to survive, far too long for attempted communication, and far too long for him to have been considered being forgiven. There was a point to his visits, though. He knew that. And it wasn’t just attempting to freeze himself on every trip.

The air was warmer this time around. He supposed that his jets didn’t help. Time and time again would he come back to the Antarctic. It was the first place he lost him, sure, but it was also the place they would go to escape. There was a surprising comfort in the white that contrasted the grey from which they came. What used to be annoying minor inconveniences had come to be aspects he adored about this place. The still chills and the embraces they’d share when the winds got too strong. The tiny inhabitants, and the playful interactions that came from their curious inquiries. The water he feared, and its mysterious creatures that his lover often reassured posed no threat. 

All that used to seem like a blessing from this place turned rotten for Starscream. And for what reason? None other than the brutal wound he held from when he lost the other part of his spark. A world left behind, one that he could never return to.

— •

He had been wandering aimlessly, kicking up powdery dust as he went. The creatures would perk up, staring as though they recognized him, but he was far too different for such a belief. It wasn’t until one sound echoed from another. Birds. Tarn or Shag, he could never tell the difference. They were flying and diving eagerly, flocking towards one direction. Perhaps it was the nostalgia he received from being in such a place, but his curiosity was piqued, so he followed, shooting up towards the sky and following a ways above them. 

It had become a routine to sit by the sea for the shuttle. Ever since he was found, systems eaten away by the ice and time, he was stationed safely in his eternal home. Upon request by the Autobots, he was not supposed to leave. Too dangerous, one would say; he still needed time to recover and understand, would come another excuse. He wouldn’t argue with them, though. Most days he didn’t even have the energy to move, much less come up with a good enough reason to leave. Besides, he had nearly everything he could ever want: peace, a scientific station, and many natural occurrences to study. 

The Elephant seals had taken up playing next to his station more recently, and so he often sat out, watching and recording data about their habits. Sometimes other creatures would join, though they often got scared off by the larger animals around him. Today, however, it didn’t seem like that was going to happen. The Shags had settled upon the ground, some even on his shoulders and helm. They were peaceful, that way. His presence was one that offered them a place to rest without being in the reach of danger. And, of course, he appreciated their company.

But of course, there always was a bigger creature.

There was a faint whooshing sound before snow poofed up as something collided with the ground. The sudden movement spooked the birds and seals, even causing Skyfire to be startled. Most of the Autobots couldn’t fly, much less dive like that. And as for animals, none of them could make an impact as large as that. Fortunately, the mystery wasn’t long hidden. Unfortunately, the air was quick to tense as Skyfire stood, facing his deathly loyal ex-companion.

“Is it you,” the question echoed, causing the short seeker to turn, preparing a leave that would’ve been followed through had the frostbitten shuttle not continued. “Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing here, or am I dreaming once more?”

Starscream flinched when there was a sudden touch on his shoulder, a pale shadow covering his sight of escape. He couldn’t keep himself still, but he couldn’t bear moving. Not from him, not again. Skyfire searched his appearance, aching at the sight of every change that was made and everything that stayed slightly the same. “You look different. Your eyes look tired. Your frame is lighter, your smile torn.” Gently, he released his hand from the seeker’s shoulder, moving both of his servos to cup both sides of his star’s helm. “Is it really you my love?”

For a flicker of a moment, Starscream looked up at him. It was as though he was being stared at by the past, and in truth, he was. And due to that, he had to break away. “I am not the bot you fell in love with,” he began. “I am not the bot you once adored. I am not you kind and gentle conjunx, and I am not the love you knew before.”

That’s how he should’ve left it. Denied every question asked and escaped back into the cold winds of the sky. Far, far away from this world. The frost would embrace him and soon he would forget. But what was there to deny without asking something in return. A masterful deciever and expert at scheming traitorous acts, sure, but never one to miss up on an opportunity. And so, despite himself, he found himself looking back towards his embracing sky, questions slipping from his bitter spark one after one. “Would you fall in love with me again, if you knew all I’ve done? –the things I cannot change. Would you love me all the same? I know that you’ve been waiting, waiting for love.”

Skyfire smiled solemnly, stepping forward to reach for his star, a guiding light towards something that could be resparked. “What kinds of things did you do?”

Starscream turned, backing many paces far from his lover, turning with a glance towards the sky, dreading the trembling that occurred every night he fought not to remember. With a shaky breath, he began to quietly explain. “Left a trail of death on every planet as I traded allies like objects I could use. Hurt more lives than I can count on my hands … but all of that was to bring me back to you!” His cry echoed across the sea as, what could be closest to tears, began to gather near his optics as he faced and called back to his lover once more. “So tell me: would you fall in love with me again? If you knew all I’ve done? The things I can’t undo. I am not the star you knew! I know that you’ve been waiting, waiting–”

“If that’s true,” Skyfire interjected, bitting the rest of his words for a moment as he thought. He never was quite as good at scheming as his star was, but that isn’t to say he ever lacked ideas. With a strong idea and an absent smile, he continued, “could you do me a favor? Just a moment of labour that would bring me some peace.”

Seeing his star nod, he led him towards the station the Autobots lent him, starting up one of the computers that held all his research. Turning back to face his lover, a faint smile crossed his face at the shock and curiosity they wore before he coughed, gesturing towards the screen. “See this shut down file? Could you uncode its password, select everything inside, and transfer it far away from here.”

At first, Starscream was all too willing, but he recognized that file. The title was all too familiar. He snapped his head, perhaps a little too fast, towards Skyfire who stood as though the works inside were completely unimportant. He straightened himself out, words bitter as he spoke: “How could you say that? We had worked for that data through our tears and sweat. Collected it for cycles since the day we met. A symbol of our love everlasting,” he explained, voice rising as he took steps quicker and quicker towards who used to be a dear comrade. “Do you realize what you have asked me? The only way you’ll move it is if you tear my spark out, too!”

“Only my conjunx knew that, so I guess that makes him you!”

The two had been nearly touching when Starscream processed Skyfire’s words. He faltered, stumbling several steps back. “Sky …”

Skyfire smiled, bending down and reaching for his lover’s servos, gently entrapping them in his own. “I will fall in love with you over and over again. I don’t care how, where or when; no matter how long it’s been, you’re mine!” Suddenly, he stood, pulling Starscream up with him. “Don’t tell me you’re not the same person! You’re always my conjunx and I’ve been waiting, waiting–”

“–Skyfire …”

The shuttle broke down, as though everything they had dealt with together was being relived in a single sitting. Quickly, Starscream tugged him back into a sitting position, wrapping around Skyfire in a hug, holding him as the bot kept repeating empty words. “Waiting, waiting. Waiting, waiting, oh!”

He vented, voice unsteady as he looked down at his star, curled around him, to which he returned the gesture, finishing quietly what he had meant to say. “For you.”

— •

Against the stars sat two, gentle bots. One of a shorter stature with a fire in his spark, another with a mind like a gentle sea, returning chilling embraces. With a smile, Skyfire pulled Starscream close to him, wrapping an arm around him as he held their servos together. Quietly, he asked: “How long has it been?”

Starscream looked up at him, a silent laugh reverberating in his chassis as he leaned against Skyfire. “Twenty vorns.”

“I-I love you.”

[babybrainedstarscream]

this time on starscream giving birth in inconvenient places:

Days of travel away from the nearest solar system, Starscream gets the slightest tickle of a weird feeling while flying alongside skyfire on their way back from an expedition. Nothing to worry about.

Besides, it's deep in empty space, not even an asteroid to land on in case of an emergency. He doesn't wanna worry his conjunx.

But its not long before he's curled up on the slab bed inside Skyfire, writhing in pain every few minutes as his frame contracts, curled up against the wall, trying to seek comfort from his conjunx. Skyfire doesn't have hands to soothe him with.

"Do you want me to hold you?"

Starscream whimpers a yes. As he lurches off the bed to exit so Skyfire can transform...

splash.

Several long seconds of pure, unadulterated shock, that turns to recognition that turns to terror.

"Are you in EMERGENCE?"

Once the obligatory panic dies down, the two of them realize they're a little bit fucked.

Skyfire is a cargo ship, not a passenger ship. He doesn't have any health equipment built in, and the med-scanner they brought with (that Star has to use on himself) can't do much to verify the sparkling's status. Sparklings-es? They have no idea how MANY are in there. And though they wanted sparklings, they hadn't anticipated having them RIGHT NOW, so their knowledge on emergence is... well, above average, as biologists, but still too slim for comfort.

And despite Skyfire feeling useless, he is the only place habitable for sparklings for a LONG while. They can't survive in the vacuum of space yet.

So they just. Have to make do.

Starscream suggests the idea of waiting until they can land, which Skyfire points out is stupid, because the fluid release is when emergence speeds up significantly, and it was already going fast.

As contractions are coming more regularly, Starscream ends up on the floor, gripping onto two handles meant to keep mechs from falling over riding in Skyfire. They're over his shoulders, and it's hard to squeeze back without literally pulling Starscream's hands inside the walls, but it's keeping him upright and close ENOUGH to holding his hands.

When his gestation seal spirals open enough to start pushing, he start slipping a little. Skyfire wraps cargo straps around his pedes to pull his legs apart and back.

It's better than stirrups!

"...have you always had those?" Starscream chokes out, his hip joints straining, "you should use them on me again... later."

He's making a huge mess of fluids, and they both resent the fact Starscream is going to have to be the one to clean it up, pretty much as soon as he's recovered from emergence.

A lot of encouraging words and a lot of pushing later, a teeeeeeny tiny sparkling slides out of Starscream. Skyfire can feel the tiniest splat when she reaches his floor, Star too focused on pushing to catch her in time. Skyfire drops a towel on him, that he uses to scoop her up and dry her off. Adorable....

"Sky?"

"Yeah?"

"I think more are coming."

"Frag."

He can't push very well and hold onto a sparkling at the same time, but he doesn't just want to put her on the floor, even if it is her sire. She might roll herself over....

...

From the wall next to him... Skyfire extends. Cupholders.

"Cupholders? I didn't know you were so luxurious!"

"Just let me hold her, Star."

They're big enough cupholders to cradle the sparkling in the towel, keeping her secure and safe.

The rest of the trine comes out much the same, though Star is a little better at actually catching them this time. Bitty #2 gets to sit in the other cup with his sister. Bitty #3 gets so stay with star until he figures out fueling the surprises.

Star has to spend the rest of the trip home inside of Skyfire, because he's again, a cargo ship not a passenger ship, he doesn't have airlocks.

The bitties are a week old when they see their sire's face for the first time, mere moments after landing on cybertron.

One billion kisses for every passenger.

[izzypancakes]

SKYFIRE

IM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM

In my headcannon Skyfire doesn’t fight for the Autobots instead acting like a cargo carrier or emergency escape.

THOUGH in the aus its as follows

Human bound

Kind of a fluffy au.. with a bit of angst

The humans found him first. Skyfire is experiencing the hyjinx as the military scratches their heads at a transformer who knows nothing about the autobots and deceptions.. literally saying and I quote. “Oh no that must be another species you are speaking of??? Im a Cybertronian from Cybertron!” Since he is pre cybertron war I believe.

We get to see a lot of cute moments where he learns about humans. Bonds with the scientists and tells them about the golden age of Cybertron.. seeing the quirks he provides.. like listening to earth music like its the best hit ever, sleeping on the ceiling in his plane mode… lmao.. and how he came to the planet at the age of the dinosaurs.. crashed and lost his energon cargo.. tried to search for it in the snow.. only to run out of fuel and go on recharge mode in a glacier. Which froze over and kept him sealed until global warming.

Soon the autobots and deceptions find out about the military keeping a secret transformer in their ranks. Idk who gets there first.. hijinks ensue tho.. and he kinda gives them the. “No I wont fight in your stupid war fuck off im gonna live with the humans..” Researching the planet and its inhabitants.. avoiding the decepticons.. and kinda allowing the autobots to visit while living his sciencey fantasy. Most of his decisions to avoid both parties is because of the horrid news that Cybertron is essentially dead..He blames it on both parties tbh..

Skyfall

Now to THE FUCKED UP SHIT! ITS ALL ANGST!WE DIE LIKE PRIMES!

the decepticons find him first… instead of the autobots saving him and the humans.. He is forced to kill them.. and is tortured with dark energon.. though that probably is a really bad idea to force a huge tranformer to take on this burden.. He gains information on Soundwave and Shockwave.. who have interesting capabilities.. stealing their findings before being saved by the autobots.. Though he is forced to fight.. and keep up.. unfortunately that leads to him killing starscream in rage.. for not helping and freeing him.. corrupted by dark energon and Unicrons force.. he is directed to kill all Autobots and Decepticons.. using his advanced understanding of tech to kill most of both groups.. and rising unicron to finish the planet off.. and his life..

Thank you for sitting in on crazy here is the full art.

Help me im delulu

[primus-why]

SkyStar + "Would You Fall In Love With Me Again"...?

Yo! I keep hearing that clip of Penelope from Epic the Musical singing "I will fall in love with you, over and over again..." and I keep imagining the blorbos from my shows. Trouble is, I can't pin who should play which role in the AMV in my head...

On the one hand-- Skyfire was "waiting, waiting..." in the ice, while Starscream went out to war and changed. However, before his voyage, Odysseus was noted as having a softer/kinder side-- "I am not your kind and gentle husband"-- and I'm not so sure that describes Starscream.

On the other hand (and this is what I'm leaning towards, though it's not perfect either)-- was Skyfire actually waiting, or was he in more of a limbo/stasis? (Hello, Calypso?) You know who has been "waiting, waiting", feeling stuck in his place as time creeps onward? In that clip Penelope is basically lamenting the years they've spent apart, to the point she's basically spiraling. It's maddening. And I keep picturing Starscream having flashbacks to the horrible stuff he's inflicted or endured while his lover was sealed away. It could also be very powerful to see Skyfire (who, as we know, typically does eventually join the war on the Autobots side) realize he also done or contributed to some horrible things, and be so shocked that he believes himself unworthy of love even after the fighting has ceased.

UGH but that's still tough! In my mind the 2nd option is more about a betrayal of Skyfire's core values, because I can't see him going as far as Odysseus does. I also can't see him in the songs leading up to this context-- wherein Odysseus fights his way through a militia to get to his wife and son and take back his home. THAT feels more Starscream...

Like UUUUUGHHH I love the EMOTIONS of the scene but idk who to assign the emotions TO!!!!

[pinkanonwrites]

I actually love Knightformers Screamer with a fairy, and the angst is amazing omg 🫶 Anyway, this is SB (me) approved

- 🎆

Thank you thank you! I'm hanging your seal of approval up on the fridge with a magnet. 😊

There's so many potential angles for angst with Starscream and a fairy reader. Unlike Rodimus, who can be overly possessive but generally means well and wants well for a fairy companion, Starscream sees you far more as his property than anything else once he's captured you. If you're obedient he can be a bit more lenient, but he still takes a particular pleasure in frightening you and reminding you of your place.

If you aren't in the bottle around his neck, you're in a cage. He's got one in his private chambers and one hanging in the command room, directly next to his seat at the war table. But should he catch one of his trine mates staring just a bit too curiously at you, or Laserbeak trying to squeeze his beak through the gaps in the bars, you're right back into the bottle or, better yet, in his clenched hand.

I think, very, very rarely, you get a glimpse of a softer Starscream. It's not that his usual behavior is a front or anything (far from it) but sometimes after a particularly rough battle or a visit from Skyfire he's just too tired to be as overly cruel with you. You know you shouldn't feel anything but contempt for him, hatred for the way he manhandles and threatens you... But still.

And then he sees you looking at him with those big, soft eyes, and a scowl crawls its way up his face. "I don't need your pity." He spits. "Don't forget where you are right now."

[welcometothesewers]

Hiya! I’m at Tfcon Baltimore today and tomorrow! Today I’m the Skyfire cosplayer with the taro deer backpack and the seal plush, I’ve got surprise mini prints if you find me.

[coyotemaximum]

finally have voiceclaims for my full list of bots... for now...

i'd like to publicly thank my partner for a LOT of these; most of mine are very self-indulgent so you could probably tell which are mine and which are theirs LGDSHGDS. but they were a massive help and provided some very awesome suggestions and critiques on my choices.

i also have corresponding roles for quite a few of these, which i'll outline below, as well as any particularly interesting bits :]

Elita: Tara Platt as Washimi in "Aggretsuko"

Wheeljack: Rhys Darby as Russell in "Half Life: Alyx"

Hot Rod: Yuri Lowenthal as Oliver Swanick in "Fallout New Vegas"

Blurr: Ben Schwartz as Leo in "Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles"

Megatron: JK Simmons as Fletcher in "Whiplash"

Starscream: less focused on a specific role, but based HEAVILY on this part in no more heroes 2

Soundwave: Jake Busey as The Radioman in "Spec Ops" (read my fic about it smiles?)

Skarab (my oc): Zelda Williams as Cassandra Jones in "Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles"

Swindle: Fred Tatasciore as Repo Mantis in "Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles"

the cassettes, thundercracker, and skywarp are the most self-indulgent picks by me hands-down, but holly's voice is just EXACTLY what i imagine for TC so i don't feel bad about it. i'm not too far into IDW2005 but from what i saw of ratbat, he and brennan are both so good at going on impassioned tirades about pretty much anything. that combined with my realization that vic would be a good ravage, and oops all dropout!

soundwave would still have the filter i think, but in battle it would drop as he slips into something of a gladiator persona, harkening back to his days in the pits of kaon. it's also something of a separation between his role as communications officer and his role as spy.

i uh. straight up did not know nolan north has been in tf stuff before, much less that he's been CLIFFJUMPER before. i only found that out after choosing him and then checking his wiki page. so uh. i'm awesome basically grins.

i am respecting ben schwartz's wish to voice every blue character from people's childhoods, yes, but also i simply think he'd be REALLY good for blurr? what can i say, ben's the king of blue shitheads.

skyfire being bdg came about from me looking at my "because god has cursed me for my hubris, and my work is never finished" sticker and going "hm. yeah, that's him in a nutshell." he never asked to be in this war, he just wanted to explore the galaxy with his boyfriend partner and now his partner is on the other side of a civil fucking war and also his home planet is dead so basically he's having the worst time ever. but at least he can look at seals whenever he wants......

[manachiichan]

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Note: This is a novel I had planned for a long time. This is a story is a work of fiction, and I never intended to somehow trigger anything traumatizing towards my readers.

Warnings!: Gore! Mentions of severe injuries, blood and death! Read at your own risk!

Chapter 2

Matthew's confinement stretched interminably. Each attempt to rise, every muttered insistence that he was "fit to travel" ended the same, a gasp of pain, fresh blood blooming through bandages, Caspian's trembling hands glowing teal as his magic sealed torn flesh anew.

"A patient as stubborn as stone..." Caspian murmured, securing fresh gauze with practiced knots. His hands trembled slightly not from exertion, but the ghostly weight of an oath broken. Never again, he had sworn. Yet here he was, bending cosmic threads to mend flesh.

Truth lingered unspoken between them: a full healing would take moments, not weeks, if Caspian embraced his birthright. But some oaths cut deeper than claws.

Three days had passed since the forest's violent poetry entwined their fates. Now, as twilight painted the cabin in amethyst hues, Matthew studied his caretaker over a bowl of stew a clumsy concoction of roots and herbs, yet offered with such earnest care it might as well have been ambrosia.

"My thanks..." Matthew said, setting aside the emptied dish.

"I-I'm relieved it suited your palate. Cooking for others is... new to me." A lie-the stew bordered on bland, but Matthew devoured it like ambrosia. "I-It's just broth. And I nearly spilled it all when-"

"-When the floorboards conspired against you? Yes, I recall." Matthew's chuckle was warm, his earlier suspicion eroded by days spent observing Caspian's guileless nature, a soul who apologized to startled mice and tripped over his own shadow. Caspian's innocence was both endearing and alarming similar to a lamb navigating a world of wolves. The brunet noted how compliments turned the boy into a stammering specter, how a single praise sent him careening into shelves of dried herbs. Memory preserved the comedy of their first night, Caspian's scarlet face, the avalanche of glass vials, the hissed curses as he swept shards by moonlight.

Clumsiness clung to the boy like a second shadow, yet his hands steadied when healing. A paradox Matthew found endearing.

"Caspian?" Matthew's voice softened, pulling the youth from his reverie. Golden eyes lifted, wary yet trusting. "You asked why I came here..."

The healer nodded, fingers tightening around the first-aid box.

"A Guild mission..." Matthew said. At Caspian's blank look, he added. "You know of the Guilds, yes? Blades and shields of the Empire?"

Caspian's nod was hesitant. Guilds are legionnaires of law, mercenaries cloaked in legitimacy. Assassins-for-hire draped in bureaucratic silk. The thought chilled him.

"I serve the Comet Guild." Matthew continued, pride warming his tone. "We track threats. Months past, rumors spoke of a winged beast haunting these woods. My task was its pursuit."

Caspian froze. A bead of cold sweat traced his temple.

"Yet the creature vanished, without trace." Matthew concluded, watching the boy's shoulders sag in relief. "No trace remains. The mission... adjourned..."

The unspoken truth hung between them, a secret too poorly veiled. Caspian's transparency amused Matthew. The boy might as well etch his thoughts in skyfire.

"Will you... depart once healed?" Caspian asked, clutching the medical kit like a talisman.

"Without delay. My kin awaits." Affection softened Matthew's features. "The Guild is family. Not by blood, but by choice. Our master says bonds forge stronger than lineage."

Caspian leaned forward, enthralled despite himself. Tales unfolded of a mischievous eight-year-old named Rory, of twin elites moving as mirrored souls, of rankings shrouded in Guild secrecy.

"Newcomers, Veterans, Elites..." Matthew explained, noting Caspian's furrowed brow. "Ranks forged through trials. You'd thrive among healers, you know."

The kit clattered to the floor. Caspian stumbled backward, a clumsy cascade of collisions. Shattered herb jars glittered like cursed ice across the planks.

"Steady!" Matthew lurched upright, only to gasp as stitches pulled taut.

"I'll-I'll manage..." Caspian lied, scarlet-cheeked as he scooped glass shards. "Stay abed, please."

Matthew sank back, equal parts amused and chastened. Silence pooled between them, thick with unspoken thoughts. Caspian's mind churned visions of crowded Guild halls, judging stares dissecting his alien eyes and snow-strange hair. Yet Matthew's stories whispered temptation, belonging.

Night draped the cottage when Caspian finally spoke. "The Guild... Do they accept anyone?"

"Through trials. Applications." Matthew studied him. "Why?"

"No reason." Caspian turned away, but not before Matthew glimpsed the longing in his eyes, the look of one who'd forgotten how to hope. The weight of his own exile. The Guild offered belonging, but at what cost?

Alone later, he gazed at the stars through his cottage window. Isolation had been his shield. Now, Matthew's stories whispered of a life beyond survival one he craved but feared to grasp. This forest refuge was no home, merely a hiding place. But courage, like healing, could not be rushed.

Caspian's mind churned for days. Matthew's offer lingered a lifeline to purpose, yet tangled in doubts. Anxiety coiled tighter each time he imagined failure.

'What if I fail?' His mind spiraled. 'What if my hands falter? My knowledge proves hollow? What if I freeze before a suffering patient... Useless, exposed?'

He was a stranger to crowds, to eyes that dissected his every flaw. Matthew noticed, of course. The man read his tremors like pages in a well-thumbed tome.

His nerves betrayed him again. A ceramic bowl slipped from his grasp, shattering like his fragile resolve.

"By the Constellations-!" Matthew jolted upright, combat instincts flaring. Crimson eyes scanned for threats before softening at the sight of Caspian crouched amidst shards. "You...alright?"

"I-I'm fine..." Caspian lied, avoiding his gaze. "I'm...sorry. Always...this..."

Matthew sighed. The boy's every emotion played across his face like an unfurled scroll. "Meira...she was like you once..." he began, voice low. Caspian stilled. "A quiet storm of doubts. Her brother tried to soothe her, but words alone couldn't calm the tempest.."

Caspian's fingers paused over broken pottery.

"So I listened..." Matthew continued. "Not to fix, but to hear. When she emptied her fears, I gave her this. 'A burden shared is a mountain halved'..."

Silence hung, fragile as the bowl's remnants.

"Talk, Caspian..." Matthew urged gently. "Even shadows fade beneath moonlight."

Matthew's smile gentled, crimson eyes softening like embers banked to a comforting glow. Caspian wavered under that gaze, steady, patient, safe. A brother's aura, unshakable as an ancient stone.

"I... I've been considering..."

Caspian's voice frayed at the edges, hands clasped tight to still their trembling. He met Matthew's eyes, resolve hardening. "Your offer. Does it... still stand?"

A heartbeat's pause.

"You're joining us?..." Matthew's composure cracked, excitement sparking beneath feigned calm. "That's what's haunted you these days?..."

Caspian nodded, gaze dropping. "But I'm...not worthy. If a life slipped through my hands... If my clumsiness..." His throat closed, the unspoken failure choking him.

Matthew leaned forward, voice a balm. "The Guild thrives on broken edges. Granny Jayr...She'll see your heart, not your stumbles. Under her wing, you'll flourish."

Caspian's mind conjured the woman from Matthew's tales. Wrinkles etched by decades of laughter, hands steady as bedrock. A healer who mended souls as deftly as flesh.

"Doubt is the first stitch in courage..." Matthew murmured. "And family? We carry each other's fears..."

"Caspian..."

The name fell like a hammer on anvil. Matthew's crimson gaze sharpened, not with anger, but the searing focus of a hawk sighting prey. Caspian froze, marrow chilled by that primal intensity.

Before fear could curdle into flight, Matthew reached for his cloak. Fingers delved into shadowed folds, withdrawing a fist-sized orb cradled in his palm.

The brooch.

Encased in wrought silver, the glass orb pulsed with captive fire, its molten core swirling in hues of sunset and blood. Caspian remembered it dimmed to ash-gray the night Matthew lay dying, its light guttering like a star in collapse. Now it pulsed, alive, a captured inferno.

Matthew's fingers traced the orb's surface, its imprisoned flames writhing like a caged star. "An Affinity Stone..." He intoned, voice stripped of its earlier warmth. A general addressing war's grim truth. "Every guild member bears one. It mirrors the soul's hue... and the nature of its power."

Caspian's throat tightened. "What does that...have to do with me?"

The older man's gaze pinned him, relentless. "It binds to our lifeforce. Fades only when we..."

His jaw flexed. "...fall. Mine dimmed to ash that night in the forest."

Golden eyes widened, understanding dawning like a struck match.

"You reignited this..." Matthew pressed, grip firm on Caspian's shoulder. "Your hands didn't just mend flesh, they defied fate's ledger."

His gaze softened, embers cooling to hearth-light. "Doubt your clumsiness, your nerves, even the stars themselves but never your worth. A healer's power lies not in perfection...but in the will to fight for a pulse..."

The orb's glow swelled, as if kindled by the words.

Matthew reclined against the bed's carved headrest, the Affinity Stone's glow painting amber shadows across his face. "Membership demands more than healing...." He said, tone edged with pragmatism. "Six months of martial tutelage, blades, evasion, survival. Even healers learn to wield steel here."

Caspian's fingers twitched at the thought. Combat training? The Guildmaster's foresight chilled him. A world where healers marched armed into chaos. Yet in that dread flickered promise, no helplessness, no dependence.

"Your Guildmaster...prepares for every storm..." Caspian murmured, admiration threading uneath the unease.

Matthew nodded. "To protect others, you must first stand unbroken."

Caspian closed his eyes. Saw his trembling hands steadying. Saw corridors thrumming with voices, eyes dissecting his snow-pale hair, his golden reptilian pupils. Then, Granny Jayr's rumored smile, warm as a hearth.

Silence pooled between them, thick with the weight of crossroads. Caspian closed his eyes, watching his old life dissolve. The isolated cottage, the herb-scented solitude. When he spoke, his voice trembled, yet carried embers of resolve.

"I... wish to join. The Healers' Division." Golden eyes met crimson, unyielding. "Payment means nothing. Only...Sanctuary. Let the Guild shield me, and I'll devote my hands to its cause."

Matthew's smile bloomed, fierce and proud. His hand closed over the Affinity Stone, its flames roaring sudden and bright. A vow etched in wildfire.

"Welcome home, little brother."

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[ugly-bug-starscream]

i just imagine all the kids are like really big fat babies and starscream ends up being like the shortest in the family when they all grow up. Maybe he'll even(do like my own tiny mom did with all of my sibs and me) call them his little meatballs. Like here's this family of tall, soft friendshaped kids, with a huge and even softer seal dad, and their second tiny sharp hawk dad

AHHHH YESYES BIG FAT BABIES!!! HE WOULD CALL THEM HIS LITTLE MEATBALLS 😭😭

and OMG this is actually how I’ve been imagining it cause starscream would be the shortest and the kids also become tall like skyfire (which is also a hc that I also have for sky loving the stars au).

Star loves his little meatballs so much who a lot of them have the same soft and roundness as his seal hubby… he’s the short and scary one-

[kevanwithana]

City of Winter (12/16/2023)

Chapter I

Frost - Witness a Tradition - Floating Market

“who warns of the Umbra"

Frost stepped out of the skiff onto one of the floating platforms anchored against the river current. These landings served as the entrance to Temple Island’s famous Floating Market. He glanced up at the sky, blanketed in gray clouds that promised yet another off-season storm.

Picking up his pace, Frost hurried into the maze of floating walkways that wound through the numerous watercraft holding shops and wares of all kinds. He passed through the fish market and frowned at how sparse the offerings were. A few friends called out in greeting as he passed the artisan quarter, finally pausing at an old worn houseboat.

A counter was set up displaying clay pots holding a rainbow of different colored powders made from various dried plants. Sitting at another counter was a woman as old and weathered as her boat. She was busily using a mortar and pestle to reduce a small mountain of dried flower petals into a deep blue powder.

“Hello Grandmother Rain,” said Frost in greeting. “You’ve been busy I see."

The woman looked up from her work with eyes filmed white by cataracts. A smile beamed from her at the sound of Frost’s voice, hinting at a strength of spirit that defied her aging body. “It’s been far too long boy. Are you getting your dyes from someone else these days? Don’t tell me you’ve been shopping with that crusty old tortoise Flood,” her mouth twisting in mock distaste. She waved her hand dismissively, “His dye fades to nothing the second a ray of light hits it."

Frost laughed warmly at her teasing, “I wouldn’t dare! I can’t risk being cut off. Nobody else gets Skyfire Red other than you, Grandmother."

At this her smile dimmed a bit and her gaze dropped. “Yes well, I’m afraid you’re out of luck today. My normal supplier from the Lion hasn’t made the journey down from the Citadel this year."

A peal of thunder split the sky, making Frost’s heart jump. As the sound of raindrops hitting roof and water swelled, Grandmother Rain hurried to seal the clay jars containing her stock of dyes before her namesake could do much damage.

Frost lent his help, grabbing lids and securing them as fast as he was able. A flash of lightning blinded him for a moment and he fumbled the pot he was reaching for. The sound of clay shattering was swallowed by another crash of thunder. He looked down in regret at the black sludge the rain had made of the dye upon the planks of the walk.

He knelt down to collect the broken pottery shards but noticed something that sent ice through his veins. Instead of being diluted and washed away by the rain, the black mess was… congealing. Rivulets of inky black were flowing together into a pulsing mass. A mass that suddenly lurched towards Frost’s nerveless fingers.

With a panicked cry he stumbled up and away from the unnatural sight, only to feel Rain’s withered hand grip his arm like a vice. Her eyes, normally a filmy white, were now blazing a vivid electric blue.

“It comes,” she whispered, her words reaching Frost’s ears clearly despite the downpour. Her voice had an eerie sibilance, as if a thousand whispers from a thousand voices echoed each word. “The Umbra comes. Loss without hope. Grief without solace. It seeks to murder the moon, and swallow the sun. And we, the restless, the departed, cannot bear its gaze."

And as quick as the madness descended from the sky it was gone. The storm ebbed, the wind calmed, and Grandmother Rain’s white eyes looked up at Frost in confusion. And that… thing… was nowhere to be found.

[dollofiacon]

It was so cold in the arctic... Mourningstar couldn't even remember how she even got there to begin with, but the moment she had seen the billowing fog whirling up from the crater, she recognized that there must have been a heat source. What she didn't expect to find was another Cybertronian, a massive injured one at that. It was a mess! Energon spilt onto the snow and ice was an especially alarming sight, and seeing how severe the injury was distracted her from the freezing cold.

"Let me help you..." She insisted gently, swiftly getting to work.

She was by no means a medic, nor did she even look remotely like one. In fact, to poor Skyfire, it may as well look like a gangly sparkless was getting ready to consume him as he lost his fuel until...

"PLAAGGHAHHGGH!!" SPLAT!

Right into the injury, her faceplate was up close to where the energon was leaking so she could spray a glob of tar-like ooze onto it. The inky black stuff smelled like the Pits, yet it didn't burn. Instead, it began to dry, coagulating into a rubbery glue that sealed up the damages where it was applied and stopping the leaks.

[dollofiacon] "You're losing a lot of energon right now." [Ill & Injured Sentences, Vol. 6] [Dealer's choice!] ((Also, hi- hope it's alright that I sent this))

[Dealer’s Choice! The Wheel of Muses has been spun!]

[You get… Skyfire!]

“You’re losing a lot of energon right now.”

The large shuttleformer laid out in the snowy terrain of the arctic. How ironic. He froze into stasis out there before, and he was going to shut down out there now.

He coughed and spluttered, energon leaking from a blast wound in his chassis, and bubbling up through his intake. His servo clasped over the torn plating, his helm to thumping onto the ground as he stared up at the gloomy sky.

“Yeah… I guess I am huh?” He said softly, his brow ridges furrowed inward. Skyfire grit his dentae and painstakingly began propping his huge frame up, despite the energon pooling around him. From the looks of things, a vital fuel line was nicked or his fuel pump was cracked. Either way, he needed help soon.

The impact of his crash from the heavens left a hideous crater in the ice and snow, the usually pristine white dirtied by the bright color of his leaking energon. He felt bad about what it might do to the surrounding environment.

[karlyanalora]

For the Transformers prompts: #4. 💫

“Of all the planets Starscream could be on, why would it be the one he lost Skyfire on?” Thundercracker asked as they entered Earth’s atmosphere.

“Dude, of course, Starscream didn’t pick it,” Skywarp replied. “Megatron did and he doesn’t give a slag about stuff about that. Where did you say you picked up his signal?”

“Someplace called Nevada in a desert,” Thundercracker replied.

“I’m hungry,” Skywarp whined.

“I know, I know. I’m detecting Energon near a native town called Jasper…”

“And the organics are called humans and they are intelligent so be nice,” Skywarp finished. “I’m not going to step on them or anything, TC.”

It wasn’t long until they landed on the outskirts of town and transformed. Lots of phones came out, not that they cared. They were hungry and Energon was coming from that human dwelling.

A young female of the species stood outside definitely. “Go away you big nasty ‘Cons!”

Thundercracker groaned. “Look, I don’t want to hurt you. But we’re really hungry, okay, and you have food in there.”

“You guys already have lots of Energon!”

Skywarp rolled his optics. “Look we just landed and I can’t remember the last time I ate. I don’t know how you know what a ‘Con’ is because all we know is that Starscream is here and he’s hungry and hurting too. So feed me before I pass out and fall on your habsuite.”

She blinked up at them and then shrugged. “Yeah, I guess you guys could share a cube.”

She went inside and pushed out one cube of energon. Thundercracker knew she had more, but this would do for now. He passes it to Skywarp and watches him chug half of it down in one long gulp.

The girl with the black and pink fur raises an optic ridge. “Why would you care about Starscream anyway?”

“Because we’re his trinemates, stupid.” Skywarp snipes back before Thundercracker can shut him up.

“But he’s a jerk!”

“Do you have siblings?” Thundercracker asked. She shook her head. “Then I wouldn’t expect you to understand. Trinemates are like siblings of choice.”

“You love them even when they’re being jerks,” Skywarp added.

“So why did you leave him?” the girl asked.

“We didn’t,” Skywarp snapped. “We thought we were going to die, so we sealed off our bond, so he thought we died. We wanted to try to save him that way. It’s complicated, okay?”

The girl nodded sagely. “So you got left behind and it isn’t anyone’s fault.”

“Yeah!” Skywarp said and now he was ranting and there was no stopping him now. “But he closed off his part off the bond really tight because it hurts less that way so we knew he was alive but we couldn’t find him or anything. And then it opened up a while ago and he was really hurting and sad. And someone kept hurting him and then they stopped but then he was hungry all the time and now he feels sick and he thinks he’s dying and he misses us-” Skywarp took an in vent “-and we just have to find him!”

She looked at Thundercracker and he nodded sadly. “Wow, that really is depressing. So, like, don’t freak out, but I called my bud Bulkhead because I saw you were Decepticons and Starscream has tried to squish me-”

“He tried to squish you?!” Thundercracker and Skywarp said at once.

The girl shrugged. “Yeah, I told you he was a jerk. But Bulkhead is like my bodyguard and the Energon is for when he has to hang around for a few days. So he’s coming because he thinks I’m in trouble. I’m going to call him and explain things, but he’s still going to come. It’s a mess, okay? But we’ll figure it out.”

“We could just fly away,” Thundercracker suggested. “Starscream is close.”

The girl gave him an incredulous look. “And then what? You all starve to death together? Megatron kicked Starscream out. And you said he’s sick, right? And Blue, you look hurt. You guys need a medic. We got one. Let me just go call?”

Thundercracker watched as the girl pulled a device out of her pocket and started talking into it. He was starting to feel light helmed and leaned on Skywarp just a little. The purple Seeker held the cube to his lips and Thundercracker sipped at it. But his optic shutters kept lowering. He saw a green car kicking up dust on the outskirts of town, heard Skywarp say something, felt his panic in his spark, but then everything went dark.

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Miko was pretty sure the blue robot had just passed out. His purple companion was really worried. Whatever doubts Bulkhead about her safety were quickly put to rest when he rolled up to the purple bot trying hard to support the blue one, whose head was rolling around a lot. The purple one, Skywarp apparently, didn’t put up a fuss when Optimus showed up and told him to get in the trailer with blue, Thundercracker. Miko rode back to base in Bulkhead.

“How are they?” she asked twenty minutes in.

“Skywarp is asleep,” Optimus said softly over the radio. “They are both in poor condition. I fear we won’t have the resources to care for them.”

“You’re not going to let them find Starscream, are you?” Arcee asked.

“‘Cee, I know slag about Seekers,” Bulkhead began, “but even I know Starscream would spill every dirty Decepticon secret if it meant we had enough Energon to make his trinemates better. He’d let you gut his spark for them if it wouldn’t probably kill them too. He’ll do anything for them. Primus just gave us a gift.”

Miko leaned forward so she was closer to the dashboard. “They think Starscream is dying, Arcee. They’re all depressed and stuff. I hate Screamer, but these guys were really nice. Can’t we just give them a chance, pretty pretty please?”

Arcee just huffed.

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Skywarp woke up very slowly. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He hugged Thundercracker a little closer at the sudden light. Two more human boys were there, one tall with black fur and one short with brown fur and clear optic covers. The little one looked worried.

“You have to come out so Ratchet can help you.”

It was cramped in the trailer. He was going to have to hand TC off to someone. But he didn’t want to. The medic and that one scout were waiting expectantly though. They probably wouldn’t hurt Thundercracker. He watched sluggishly as they carried his trinemate away before getting out himself.

Arcee had her blasters pointing at him but he ignored her, following the Prime to what must be their shoddy medbay. He got on the berth like he was told.

“Hey, Doc, we got to go get Screamer,” he said to Ratchet.

Ratchet didn’t look up from where he was attaching lines to Thundercracker. “I am well aware of that. Once I have you properly rested and fueled, you may go with Optimus and the others to retrieve him. You will be in the trailer, mind you.”

“Don’t care,” Skywarp yawned. “Just as long as we get him.” He let himself fall asleep as the medic hooked up an Energon line.

Ratchet looked up at the others. “This will greatly deplete our stores.”

Three Energon Seekers should help replenish them quickly, Bumblebee pointed out.

Arcee merely huffed in annoyance. But even she had softened a little when it took Skywarp a whole week to wake up. His optics were overbright with panic when he did.

“Scrap, I slept too long. We got to go!” he shouted. “Starscream’s really bad off.”

Five hours drive into the desert they found him lying at the bottom of a canyon. They had to let Skywarp out to get to him. Half of Starscream’s frame was covered in rust and he was in stasis lock, but even then he was in pain. Skywarp cradled his frame and sobbed.

“Ratchet,” Arcee said, “we need a GroundBridge. It’s bad.”

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Three berths were pressed together so three Seekers could be together. Starscream marveled over his two trinemates, not quite believing the scout who kept repeating they were real. Starscream was still in bad shape, but real or not there was no reason not to share with the scout where he could find more supplies. If this was real, he could never repay the Prime for this.

[cerastes]

So Gravel is the ultimate badass normal?

She’s one of them. No one gets to hog that title by their lonesome in Rhodes Island.

To elaborate, let me start from the other end of the equation: Rhodes Island has a lot of bona fide freaks of nature on its payroll. To name a few:

Lappland - A fighting genius and monster of instinct who mastered how to use Arts by herself without any training and who can allegedly counter any technique after having seen it once (this is, in fact, how her Silence works, she’s not magically sealing her enemies, she’s constantly countering them in just a way that prevents them from using their skills).

Angelina - A girl whose combat experience amounts to 32 minutes in Street Fighter 2 and whose previous profession was Messenger. She just so happens to have insanely crazy potential and power over gravity, all of which immediately makes her a 6* even though, again, the only thing she’s fought before is bed hair. 

Specter - An enigmatic veteran who, despite currently being ravaged from within by some of the worst Oripathy science has ever seen, still is classified with “Outstanding” ranks in both Physical Strength and Physiological Endurance, and who can become virtually unstoppable on command for brief periods of time in the battlefield, shrugging off deathblows that would topple even the mightiest Operators.

Saria - One of the leading experts and innovators in microbiology in Terra, in addition to being a devastatingly powerful fistfighter and healer. This is all secondary, however, to her dominion over calcification, which perhaps doesn’t sound like much if you’re not familiar with what you can do with calcification: You can just about instantly shut down -- kill -- any living organism, for starters, as well as promote enhanced bodily functions -- heal -- in others. Power over calcification is a very scientific and concrete way of having power over life and death.

And these are just a few of the freaks of nature that we know came about naturally. If we get into mutations and experimentation (which, to be fair, Lappland also counts as, but only on the Arts end of things, her insane adaptability and instinct in combat is all hers, and Angelina might count as well, but it’s still a unique enough power that it can be attributed to her), then you also have the likes of Manticore and Ifrit to account for.

So, with this in mind, I want to emphasize exactly how impressive it is to just get by with discipline and regular training taken to the extreme in Rhodes Island. No superpower lottery, no mutation, just good ol’ elbow grease and a daily routine of squats, push-ups, and watching a lot of combat records:

Gravel - As mentioned before, all she’s got is a chest plate, two short swords, and no doubt a ton of calluses from all those deflections and parries she must perform to keep enemies at bay until she’s given the order to pull back. No Arts or special unique abilities, just abs of titanium and the ability to teleport behind you and smooch you.

Schwarz - Her superpower is “being REALLY good with a crossbow”, and goodness gracious, it works. She even lampshades this with some of her quotes: “Rhodes Island is teeming with monsters. I can only hope to learn to battle like them”. She says this one when being shown a combat record, which makes it all the more amusing because it’s probably a video of the aforementioned freaks of nature, maybe it’s Angelina throwing a whole truck at someone, or even worse, throwing Specter like a serrated cannonball at someone full force, or even even worse, Lappland eating a Kit Kat wrong like the maniac she is.

Hellagur - While he is Infected, he doesn’t use Arts and instead gets by through the most reliable thing we of two opposable thumbs have ever given birth to: Big Freaking Steel. When you have a nodachi almost as long as you are tall (and Hellagur is 193 cm tall) and you have more years of combat experience than most people in your profession have been alive for, then yeah, turns out, you don’t need fancy mutations or magic powers to absolutely body hordes of suckers like this is Dynasty Warriors.

Skyfire - You might be wondering, “hold up, doesn’t she straight up call meteors? Isn’t she a notorious Arts user?” and you are correct, except, she’s completely clean of Oripathy. Her mastery over Arts comes not from mutation like it does for the vast majority of powerful Arts users, it comes from diligent studying. Skyfire is a scholar, she has dedicated her life to the research of the science of Arts, and while her natural talent is one thing and we can’t undermine it, it’s her single-minded dedication to mastering it and uncovering all of its secrets that allowed her to drop meteors on people. What I’m trying to say is that, unlike in our world, Academia in Terra rocks.

Magallan - Now, I’m... Not sure where to put Sweet Mags. She could go here or in freaks of nature, but for now, I’m putting her here. Magallan’s superpower is “being a sweet little optimistic scientist who happens to be able to control flying missile launchers”. Her ‘powers’ are a direct result of her research, the Soaring Dragon drones. Now, drone users are not anything out of this world, Reunion has a trillion of them. Unlike Reunion drone users, however, Magallan takes to the battlefield herself and fights alongside her drones instead of controlling them from out of the map. She’s able to use her Arts lightbulb (which is a freaking awesome concept, by the way) while also controlling up to three drones that have their own Arts-dependent armaments. This means she’s not only controlling her own Arts focusing and output, she’s doing it for three others at the same time. Whether it be the mining laser of her S2 or the missile barrage of her S3, these require careful, skilled Arts control. Keep in mind that Magallan is not Infected, either, so no mutation Arts power-up. I like to attribute Mags being able to do this to her own diligence and skill, but honestly, you could just as easily classify her as a freak of nature because that’s some living supercomputer stuff she’s pulling off.

These are not the only “normals” in Rhodes Island but they are certainly my favorite ones. In a mobile clown tent full of freaks, these absolute bulldozers are just really good at what they do.

[smileforsmilez]

Tfa Underground City Au

Chapter 4

A/N Note : [ ] is talking in Whisper.

He typed away the notes over the datapad in his hand, digits flying over the keys smoothly while writing the reports for the day. He skims through them expertly, sorting them between levels of urgency. He pauses briefly as the silent peds inched closer to the door. He already knows who was coming through even before receiving the ping in his systems.

" Evening, Minimus." Longarm greeted him formally as he approached the smaller mech's desk. " Has anyone else come in?"

" Good Evening, Sir Longarm Prime. Councilmen Alpha Trion and Perceptor have arrived several breems ago. I suggest knocking first." The green minibot suggested passively to the Autobot Head of Intelligence, or so he would seem to be.

" Of course, thanks." His ruby optics never left the data pad as Longarm moved passed him and into the meeting room.

:: Many thanks, my friend.:: Alpha Trion privately commed him.

:: We take care of our own.:: He returns simply before pausing again and soon comes in the Magnus himself followed by his second and a few other members of the council to attend their meeting.

" Hey, secretary-bot!" The big chinned Prime scowled down at him. " Call for some refreshments for us." Minimus said nothing, not that he could as the blue Prime had already walked through the doors of the other room. His ruby optics catches the next report, reading it as quickly as he skimmed through the others but taking every detail. The core levels are becoming unstable, again. Venting, he adds it to the list of growing concerns on Cybertron along with the energon shortages, blips in global temperature, wild mechanoid sightings increasing at the areas close to the borders of the Rust Seas and his personal favorite, toxins from the factories are leaking into the environment. If this was karma, it was well deserved on the council's side. A ping from his systems pulls him from his thoughts and he pulls up his personal data pad. The message surprised him for a moment before he returned to his usual neutral expression.

' We're all going to die at this rate.' He thought to himself before tucking away the data pad, noting to discuss it with the others later.

:: What has occurred?:: Alpha Trion asked him through the comms.

:: Some of the Jacks on the outer rim of the galaxy have reported a possible threat.::

:: To the Autobots?::

:: To Cybertron.:: There was a long pause on the other end, neither side showing any sudden changes from the moment they communicated.

:: Refuge efforts?:: The ancient bot inquired.

:: The other Jacks have been checking on any possible planets that could harbor all of our kind. At least temporarily.:: Minimus reported.

:: Including the war frames, I presume.::

:: No less.:: The green bot finished sorting the pile and leaned into his seat with a sigh. :: Deadlock is en route to the planet we lost Skyfire. He says it should be worth looking into. It's well hidden and the organic life would make us untraceable.:: Silence. :: Any sign of them?::

:: Not yet.:: The hope was fleeting.

:: It's been 50 stellar cycles, Alpha Trion.:: The silence made him more uncomfortable than he thought. :: We will inform you regarding any possible changes. My shift's over, 'til all are one.::

:: 'Til all are one.:: The ancient bot replied after a breem.

Minimus exits the building, optics hidden behind a blue visor to keep bots from assuming him a Decepticon. He passes by a small group of protestors, some of them were holding up signs demanding equal access to more energon, some about the weather and the minibot had no doubts this will continue as long as the council goes on the way they have for millions of years. 

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Optimus sat silently on the medical berth with his hot fuel in hand, mask disengaged as the huge frame loomed over next to him. The white bot had red accents along his wings and servos, a similarly icy pair of blue optics as the Prime. A shuttle-former, an old model at that. Like other war frames, they were exiled from Cybertron too but not this one. Shuttles aren't anymore common than half breed insecticons. " So they're all..." The shuttle trailed off, the remaining question caught in his vocalizer.

" Some made it off planet relatively before the council sealed the tunnels." He took a small sip, the hot oil cooling down the moment it touched his glossa. " This is probably not the easiest thing to wake up to." A small dry chuckle escaped the shuttle's intake.

" No, but we've always thought the council would try something. Didn't know it took them this long to enact it though." The shuttle sighed. " Though it surprised me when I woke to see you wearing the badge. You didn't have to remove it, you know."

" Well, it's less for you and more...for me." He ran a hand through his face plate. Skyfire gave him a sympathetic look and placed a reassuring hand on the young Prime's shoulder. " [Thank you.]"

"[ Hey, we take care of our own. Remember?]" The Prime smiled, it had been ages since he's spoken in Whisper with another Tunnels Mech. It'd been much longer since he's seen another Ice Mech. "[ So, when are you going to tell your team?]" Oh, frag.

[alolaveralabs]

Hm. Must not like me very much. Can't fathom why, I haven't even met any of you!..but Rora has said plenty good about you all!

Yeah thanks that's lovely.

Oh yeah, when I said a second father figure and an uncle I mean...

(Raymond drags Arceus and Emmet over to the phone)

THESE 2!!!!!!!!

Alright! SO! Now that we have everyone..I know how we can seal the rift FOR GOOD.

@skyfire-the-pokemon-biologist

Okay..made it to the place in the letter. Looks like someone lives here..kinda quaint honestly.

(The nearby cottage's door opens, and out comes..RORA!!!!!!)

RAYMOND! YOU'RE OKAY!!!!

(They rush up to him and give a very, very tight hug.)

..did you do it? Are Electrode and Avalugg-

Yeah. I quelled their frenzies. And got 2 more plates..

(Raymond grabs Rora's satchel before handing it back to them.)

Here. the last 8 of the plates we've found so far.

..Raymond there's 11 plates here. Look!

Huh...I guess Arceus put it there while I was resting.

Ok. So! I think we're gonna need the other members of the squad on voice call for this. I have a plan, and I've figured out how to get rid of the rift..for good.

(Calling @skyfire-the-pokemon-biologist and @time-travel-trio, aka the other 2 members of the thrown to hisui club!)