#transformers prelude to energon

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Do any New Transformers Fan like Hot Shot?? Or are they gonna Hate him anyway like the Old Armada Fans

[joonisstrange]

Hey yall! New YouTube vid is out! Feel free to have a look, it means a lot 👉👈

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2023 TFP Rerun Poll Time!

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[ckret2]

How’d you get into transformers and what made you stay?

Oh oh I love answering this question

SO when I was thirteen, Transformers Armada was airing, and my little brother watched it. One day I wandered in and sat down to watch it with him on a random episode, no idea what was going on, the robots were arguing with each other. I figured I'd watch one episode, forget all the character names immediately, and never watch it again.

Except.

The bad guys were squabbling as they went into battle. Seemed like one of them, the red dude with the wings and the pretty face, was unpopular with the others—he'd screwed up a few times in the past apparently—and he was angry about this, and determined to prove his worth. So he charged into battle against the good guys, wielding two swords—TWO swords! One was glowing and one was made from his OWN WING!—and he was ready to kick tailpipe and take names!

And then the other bad guys abandoned him.

They just teleported out. They'd left the pretty winged guy behind as a diversion, to be surrounded and thrashed by the good guys.

So here I am at thirteen years old, watching the pretty red winged robot with two swords flying above the battlefield, in the rain, going "MEGATROOON HOW COULD YOU BETRAY MEEE?" and I have not felt so much love and pain for a character since I was two years old and watching Iago use his dying breath to save Aladdin from Jafar in that straight-to-video sequel. (It's okay Iago survived.) So I say to my brother "who's THAT?!"

And my brother goes "That's Starscream."

And ya know what, I never forgot his name.

(Years and years later I looked up that episode again and discovered that the Decepticons had left Starscream to the Autobots so that they could break into the Bot base and kill another Autobot and the fact I didn't even remember this murder tells you what a big impression Starscream made on me.)

In case you haven't seen Armada, Armada Starscream is more like BW Dinobot or IDW Deadlock than he is like the typical Starscream: noble villainous warrior, zealously loyal to his cause, so loyal to the cause that he's willing to attempt mutiny if he thinks leadership is being mishandled. Paradoxically, so loyal to his faction's ideals that he's willing to throw them aside and join the enemy in order to pursue his objectives... and while he's over there, gets his eyes opened to the fact that maybe his way isn't the only way. Ultimately sacrifices himself in a suicide attack on Unicron to force Megatron to see that Unicron is a bigger threat than the Autobots and to get him to agree to a ceasefire and alliance. My love for Starscream and his honestly pretty stellar plot arc carried me through Armada.

And then I found out about G1 and Beast Wars, got the DVDs, and loved Beast Wars. And I got Prelude To Energon, an extremely obscure PS2 game set in Armada with graphics and environments that absolutely blew me away and that challenged me in a way no other games had (my prior gaming preferences had been mostly Pok��mon) and gave me my first taste of stealth-oriented gaming, still my favorite play style. And then Energon came out and, despite being widely lambasted as one of the weakest series, I enjoyed the hell out of it. And then we got a big blockbuster Hollywood movie!

Transformers Cybertron (the sequel to Armada and Energon) didn't interest me, and my interest had waned enough that by the time Animated came out I couldn't get into it; but after Armada, Energon, Prelude to Energon, Beast Wars, smatterings of G1 (including the movie), and the first Bayverse movie, Transformers was solidified in my mind as a franchise that consistently put out media that I enjoyed, even as widely varied as they were. So even though I lost interest in it for a while, several years later—I think around 2011, 2012?—when I was bored over winter break and needed something to do, one of my first thoughts was "I could check out Transformers again, finally watch through Animated, see what these Prime and IDW are like."

Animated never seized my imagination but it got me deep enough back into Transformers that I started roleplaying in G1 continuity, got deep into Prime, and then IDW kept me in.

[timelessmulder]

Horror Meme 3  - Transformation

AU where Shockwave uses the captive Aerialbots for combiner experiments, starting with Silverbolt

warning for experiments/prelude to body horror, and drugs

It had been three years, nine months, two weeks, and five days since the Aerialbots had been captured and delivered to Shockwave. For each of those 1388 days, he had recorded exhaustive notes of their general statuses and all the progress that had been made since their arrival.

Some of them were simple: A subject attacked a guard, his sedative needed to be adjusted. A subject had fallen ill, his energon rations had been temporarily raised. Scrapper had arrived to provide his expertise. Others were more complicated: An overview of Scrapper’s blueprints. The results of the subjects being linked together by cortex psychic patch with intentional imperfection.  The beginning preparations for frame reformatting.

And while it had no place in his scientific notes, he monitored how the subjects felt on their chances of rescue from their allies. It had gone down since his guards had begun lacing their rations with sedatives, but every now and then they would question the whereabouts of the Autobots, and if they were looking for them at all. Not that they would ever find the lab, hidden away and fortified as it was. Shockwave didn’t need any glory hound heroes ruining his experiments before they truly began.

Sometimes, however, their conversations turned to complaints about dizziness and disorientation; not knowing where one ended and the other began. These he took care to write down, and drew comparison to Scrapper’s experience with a gestalt team’s mental link, adding that the variables of “low energon” and “high sedatives” could be influencing the experience. He would have to experiment on that later, somewhere down along the line when a breakout was less likely.

But as it was, he had to focus on the task at hand in the meantime. He stood in one of the building’s lab rooms, one which held a large, medical-grade table for operations, preparing the tools necessary for this next stage of his work. Atop the table lay the Aerialbot leader, whose name was of little importance to Shockwave. It only mattered that he had been the first chosen for the modifications. He was offline, with sedative-laced energon feeding directly into his main fuel lines to ensure he stayed that way. Or, at the very least, ensure that he was unable to do anything should he awaken during the procedure.

The plating that protected his joints had been removed, exposing delicate circuitry and inner workings that allowed them to function and transform. Things to be rearranged and altered to accommodate the twists and bends that a new alt mode would require. Unlike natural gestalts, or even triplechangers, the Aerialbots were not equipped to handle a new alt mode on top of their flight modes. And Shockwave had no access to more sophisticate means of reformatting. But it was no matter, he thought, as he pulled a table lined with tools close to the prone Autobot. What was science if not a series of trial and error?

Adorning a large screen nearby was one of Scrapper’s blueprints, showing what the inner workers of a combiner component should look like. It had been decided that the Aerialbot leader would be the head and chest, so the model had been based off Scrapper’s teammate, Hook, with room for readjustment. Shockwave looked at it, even though he had already committed it to memory, comparing it to the workings of a flight frame. Without a moment of more delay, he picked up a instrument with the simple job of rearranging wires, and set to work.

An hour in he noticed the lights in the Autobot’s eyes switch on, pale blue with a hazy glow from all the drugs running through his system. Shockwave acknowledged it, made note to write it down once he finished, and continued his meticulous work, aware that his subject could feel every second of it.

[grimaceandgrin-blog]

ache

Fandom: Transformers

Character(s): Grimace (OC), Sugo (OC - mentioned)

Rated: T (Depictions of pain and past torture)

Word Count: 1,350

Sometimes there’s an incident, a prelude that gives way to it happening; Grimace gets hit in the face by something, somehow, it’s really not that uncommon with how reckless he can get. Times like that, he can predict it, ready himself for the impending night.

Other times, like this time, it just comes out of nowhere and all Grimace can do is allow for it to come. 

At first there’s no outward tell that anything is wrong. He continues to operate just fine, going about his work between tidying up his cataloguing or taking a look at the maps to chart out his journey and future endeavors. But if someone were paying close attention, they’d see the ebbings of disquiet, a disturbance bleeding into his EM field; something isn’t wrong per say, but it isn’t quite right, either.

Once it’s enough that he can feel his careful front begin to break, he dismisses himself from the cabin. Grimace doesn’t say anything as he begins to feel the crawl of the ache beneath his golden mask and across his damaged faceplates. He has a certain destination in mind as each step carries him closer - the washracks.

The washracks weren’t anything grand aboard the Errancy, but they were more than capable of handling any hygiene related needs, amongst other things. Grimace walks into it’s single stall and turns the hot water on blast, not even twitching as the spray hits his frame ice cold. The shock of it is welcome, distracting from the steady throb he’s beginning to feel from the chin up. The water is warming within seconds, though, and he lets out a vent as it flows over him, his frame pinging with the temperature change.

It’s once he’s here that he pulls off his mask, the shield now feeling more suffocating than protective, and he let’s out a near-moan of relief as the water hits his uncovered face. A moment of respite as the warmth works it’s way deep into the crevices of his mangled head, the touch soothing as the sensation pulls away some of the mounting pain. It won’t last, Grimace knows, but for the moment he’ll take what he can get.

He stands there for who knows how long, processor going blank as he focuses on the droplets hitting his frame, thousands of little points of contact running down navy finish. The heat is much higher, now, nearly scalding but pleasant in it’s burn. Comforting, he thinks, nothing like the boiling sensation of his frame beginning to melt to his protoform--

All too suddenly, it’s too much, and Grimace jerks with a harsh noise as he shuts off the water, twisting the handle with enough force that it squeals in protest. He needed to stop anyway, not wanting to eat through the hot water rations; it wouldn’t be fair to Sugo. He’s venting a little harder now, and has to take a moment to center himself. Letting out a shaky sigh, he steps back and out of the stall, snagging a towel off the rack as he walks back. He hadn’t intended to linger, but he catches a flash of himself in the mirror and can’t help but stop and look.

He sees himself, a lost look in his optics - not quite here, not quite focused. He draws a step closer, and then another, until he can pick out the individual lines in his faceplates, the water that still clung to the groves of his helm. To his garish teeth. Just looking at them is enough to make him aware of the way the ache was returning full force and then some. They cross and interlock like a crocodile’s into a ghastly smile of it’s own, feeling the wetness trickle down, beginning to cool. It’s only because he can see it in his reflection that Grimace can convince himself it’s not energon leaking out of his body.

With a sense of haste, he makes short work of drying himself off.

He moves on, because there’s no sense in lingering, and Grimace leaves the washracks and walks down the short hall of the Errancy towards his berthroom. His mask remains left behind, forgotten. 

Once he passes the threshold, he closes the door behind him and dims the lights. It may not be his optics hurting him, but the lower illumination seemed to help anyway. Feeling fatigue far deeper than his relatively young body should, Grimace ambles to the berth, pulling his nest of pillows around him as he gets settled for the worst of what was to come. 

And come, it does; the ache in Grimace’s face continues to grow until it’s practically pulsing with intensity, radiating out and causing him to twitch occasionally. Grimace lies mostly on his back, optics closed tight as he focuses on venting slowly and steadily. He can feel an impulse to squirm, but he knows it’ll do him no good and will only serve to keep him awake longer.

On one particularly white-hot pulse of pain that wrenches a sound not unlike a sob from Grimace’s vocalizer, it feels almost as though the derma that wasn’t there was once again being stripped from his face, causing him to choke on his own energon as it trickled down his intake and exposing denta to talentedly cruel servos-- 

It’s when these thoughts surface that Grimace quakes quietly in the dark of his room. It wasn’t the pain that he feared, as it was far from the worst he’d gone through. It was the memories that rode on the coattails of that pain, taking it and amplifying it until it was all he could think about.

So instead, he searches for other memories. Good memories.

Seeing the openness of space on the Errancy’s maiden voyage, the stars twinkling pinpricks of light that seduced him with promise and possibility, leaving him so excited he was bursting at the seams.

The first time he’d ran into life on another planet, standing his ground as the magnificent six-legged reptilian walked right up to him, studying him just as much as Grimace was studying it, finding an enormous scaly head pressed to his chassis as he laughed with nervous joy.

Watching the sunrise over Xena-5′s horizon as he silently flew through the brisk morning air, the sky painted from navy to gold and all the shades between.

It’s with these memories that Grimace can finally quiet the phantom singing of his sensors enough to find recharge, albeit fitful, waking up more than once to reassure himself that he wasn’t strapped to a medical table in a ship of horrors, but safe and sound in his own berth.

Grimace knows it’s been cycles the final time he reawakens, and with the relief that the pain has ended. He feels the sluggishness that comes with over-sleeping as he turns onto his side, and to his surprise finds a fresh cube of energon resting on the shelf besides his berth. He notices how terribly dry his intake feels and shuffles to sit upright, reaching for the cube gingerly. With practiced ease, Grimace takes a long drink and let’s out a satisfied sigh as he leans back against the wall. Fingers running the edges of the cube thoughtfully, a surge of warmth fills his chassis. He’d have to thank Sugo later, he notes, and looks up as he takes another drink.

On the far side of his hab, there’s a shelf lined to the brim with knick knacks and souvenirs. Near the top, Grim’s optics spy a small and modest wooden box, carefully placed off to the side and out of harm’s way.

‘I didn’t have to get it out,’ he thinks to himself. ‘Not this time.’

Grimace stays in the dim light of his suite long enough to finish off the cube before getting up with a pleasant stretch. Time stops for no one, and there was a lot for him to do. With a pep in his step, Grimace bounds out into the halls of the Errancy, as if the last few hours hadn't even happened at all.

[primepredacon]

Optimus swallowed thickly at his name. A king. Lovely. Gingerly, Optimus emerges from the cave, attention glued to Predaking as he skirted the mech’s reach. A slow whisper of transformation preluded the Prime assuming root mode, armor shifting uncomfortably.

“It is not mine,” he quietly informed Predaking, dropping his gaze to his open palms. “I was just passing through, myself.” His tanks ground together, a faint reminder of why, exactly, the Prime was out and about. One servo lifted, pressing lightly against his abdomen. Optimus frowned at his stomach.

“Use the cave as you wish. I have rested enough.” He had to find that energon deposit he’d scented earlier, and soon, if the warnings flashing on his HUD were any indication.

Touch meme: soft snuffling in their direction in his predacon form, many churrs and croons vocalised in a hello/who are you???

He wasn’t expecting anyone to be about. Startled from his place curled up beneath an old rockfall cave, Optimus lurched onto his belly, scruff spiking nervously before he forced it to lie flat, vents cycling faster. Cautiously, he answered with a low hum, blinking the sleepy haze from his optics as he glanced up. They landed on the massive orange and brown Predacon.

Hesitantly, Optimus extended his neck, bumping their snouts together. Softly, he answered with a low hum, imbuing it with his designational glyphs. Optimus Prime.

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Is This Powerlinxing????

(i'm not getting an updated energon hot shot)

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I'm Glad I got Jolt to Powerlinx with Legacy Hot Shot but I do wish they molded Chainsaws on his Car Bumper/Robot Feet

(i never got any transformers armada toys when i was younger but i did saw the anime but couldn't remember much before rewatching the show...)

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Jolt may just be my Favourite Minicon because I love his Helicopter Mode and New Heels too

(which isn't saying much because my favourite transformers are still ultra magnus, grimlock, sixshot and javelin too and jolt is still not worth over 50 dollars)

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I'm so Happy to have Both New Override and Hot Shot Together

(and if they are updating the cybertron version, i don't care...)

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YAY Legacy Hot Shot has New and Better Guns than his Henkei Toy

(too bad you have to buy another hot shot figure just for new accessories and a minicon)

[joonisstrange]

Hey! Heyhey hello 👋

So, I made some videos and uh, y'know, it'd mean a lot for more of my friendos here to check em out and...I guess tell me watcha think! ♡♡♡

I only have the two rn, I've been busy keeping content consistent on my Twitter and Tik Tok!

Thank you to those who at least gave them a look see ♡ every view matters just as much to me!

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But subscribing tho 😏

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Prelude to Energon may not be the Greatest Transformers Video Game Ever but at least Red Wing/Armada Starscream got the most Badass Boss Theme