#android au Blurr

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unrelated but tweaking bc i miss my friend (its only been 3hrs, i think they sleeping or smth)

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BLURR IS ALWAYS ON SMTH

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Human formers, Blurr, bumble bee brothers (B (on the game) and Bumble (cooking)), Ultra Mags,

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H- hi guys *drops my first crumb of the shockblurr yuri au and runs* (yap in tags)

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Winged Sentinel au: Act 2

Warning: to any new readers , This is a sequel of my AU where Sentinel Prime updated himself into a jet so he could teach the Jetfire and Jetstorm how to fly properly during the events of the rise of Safeguard aka after season two of TFA so I would highly recommend reading the full original story here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/381680025?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&

Once this sequel is done I plan to post the full story on Wattpad too. Also my OCS who were originally fankids play a different role than they usually do in this

Snippet 1: Time Skip

Two years have passed since Sentinel's speech and Cybertron has changed a lot since the introduction of the Aerialbots unit. On the now wide streets of Iacon with now towering buildings there were seekers in the skies helping grounded bots, grounded bots dating seekers, and vice versa. Many see this as a new golden age of Cybertron, with neutral bots now joining the Autobot due to change with dreams of soaring to great highs, while others look on in disgust with vile hopes that this will all be crushed and burned into ashes soon.

Alpha Trion was one of these others who wished to see the downfall of the aerialbots and despised Sentinel’s assisting that Alpha Trion should stay in the garbage chute or at least be thrown in a cell for nearly endangering the twins: Ultra Magnus and the council seemly wanting to get on Sentinel's nerves let the old mech off scout free with Ironhide as his parole officer.

Sentinel couldn't believe the audacity of Ultra Magnus and the council to let an attempted murder still wander on the grounds of the Fortress Maximus with the worst part being that the only one who voted against the parole was Wheeljack.

Sentinel swore to the all spark if he were Mangus he would make sure Jetfire and Jetstorm get the justice they deserve by throwing the old mech into the deepest part of Knon where he belongs.

Speaking of Sentinel Prime: he was inside his quarters sitting in front of a mirror with his servos on a table seemingly preparing for something as he put ornamental orange epaulets on his shoulders and an orange military beret on his helm.

A minute later he picked up an Autobot badge that was the shape of a phoenix on the table that he quickly tucked away in his glove compartment.

On this table, there were many framed photos, one of these framed photos was Jetstorm's “us” drawing, and the rest were regular photos of himself with the twins hanging out in various places, although there were a few that had him with Jazz and Blurr or with the Aerial bots.

Sentinel, for a moment, just stared at the photos with a soft smile across their faceplate before getting up to leave his quarters.

Outside of his quarters, Sentinel encountered Jefire and Jetstorm, who were wearing the same outfit as him, but in white instead of orange. The twins appeared to be arguing about something, but they fell silent as soon as they noticed Sentinel. Jetstorm quickly hid what looked like a drawing in his glove compartment before the Prime could see it.

It’s obvious from their faceplates that the twins have matured over the past two years. They are no longer the small students they once were; now, they have both grown taller than Sentinel himself. They are currently mentoring the Aerial bots alongside Sentinel, with Jetfire serving as the combat instructor and Jetstorm as the defense instructor.

“Are you two ready?” asked Sentinel, putting his arms around Jetfire and Jetstorm’s shoulders affectionately.

In the past, Sentinel would probably never do this towards the twins, especially in the middle of a hallway where others could see him be openly affectionate, but things have changed, and he has changed a lot, whether he realized this or not.

However, there was still one part of him that stayed the same: thinking about Elita One. He was still not over losing her since her memory still haunts his hard drive every day, and he wondered if she was still around today and if she would be proud of him.

“As we ever be” smiled Jetstorm with a deeper voice as he crossed his arms proudly

“Let's get this party started!“ added Jefire, pumping his fists in the air in excitement.

“Hey remember you two the party takes place after the graduation not before “lightly teased Sentinel “Now let's get this show on the road”

The three walked down the hallway towards the training grounds; however, during the walk, Sentinel spotted Alpha Trion in the corner, mopping the floor with Ironhide supervising him.

Sentinel gave the old mech a death glare with Alpha Trion staring back at Prime with the same burning hatred in his optics.

“I am watching you” muttered Sentinel over to Alpha Trion before exiting toward the training grounds with Jetfire and Jetstorm by his side.

The Training Grounds, just like the rest of Cybertron, had changed too; there were now many new training courses, with the most notable ones being one for air combat and the one for defense. At the very edge of the training ground, there was a temporary stage with an aisle of chairs in front of it that was filled with taking Cybertronians that Sentinel recognized including Jazz and Blurr who were sitting up at the front

Sentinel and the twins got on the stage, gesturing for the crowd to lower their voices, which they followed.

“Aerialbots, Elite Guards and others", announced Sentinel Prime over a podium. "Today we are all here today to witness a bot going from a trainee to soaring into the ranks as an intelligence officer, “

Jazz watched Sentinel continue his speech with a spark of pride, but there was an underline of regret: he couldn't believe he, at one point, wanted to get rid of Project Vedette and Project Safeguard when they did so much good for Cybertron. Sure, everything was fine now, but Jazz couldn't help but still feel selfish for his actions, and he still wanted to make up for everything.

While drowning in his regret, Jazz didn't notice that Blurr was looking sick a bit the minute as the blue speeder clutched his chestplate

“ And with that In mind: First Rate come up here and collect your badge “ announced Sentinel

The crowd clapped as First Rate got up from her seat with the loudest cheers coming from a pair of twins named Bebop and Punkrock.

“Punkrock look at her, she's killing it like a superstar” Squealed Bebop barely able to stay still in his seat.

“I- I just hope nothing goes wrong, Bebop,” replied Punkrock in anxiousness, fidgeting his servos together. “She's our friend, and I don't want her big day to be ruined.”

“hey, she got this, and you know it,” comforted Bebop, playfully punching his brother's arm.

“Y-yeah, she got this,” uttered Punkrock nervously, watching First Rate approach the stage

First Rate got on top of the stage and approached Sentinel Prime with a stoic look across her faceplate although there was a clear underline of nervousness as she watched Sentinel pull out the badge from his glove compartment and attach it to her chestplate.

“Welcome to Aerialbots First Rate and remember to soar to great heights” spoked Sentinel saluting First Rate.

“Thank you, sir. I promise I’ll do well,” saluted First Rate.

Soon everyone got up from their seats to salute First Rate however Blurr got up too fast and to everybody's horror the blue speeder began throwing up blood on the ground causing many to scream in terror.

“Blurr! “ shouted Jazz, Sentinel, Jetfire, and Jetstorm at the same time while Blurr with his body twitching all place suddenly fainted

Jazz quickly caught Blurr before his body could hit the ground while Sentinel, Jetfire, and Jetstorm jumped off the stage ordering everyone to clear out of the way for the medics which happened to be Punkrock and Bebop who quickly went to work to stabilize Blurr’s condition while Jazz gently places him in the ground so the medics could properly do their work.

“How is he?” asked Sentinel kneeling next to Blurr with Jefire and Jetstorm as they watched the medics at work

“Online but unconscious and highly unstable “ sighed Punkrock scanning Blurr’s spark with a scanner while Jazz held his still twitching body down and Bebop cleaned off the blood from his mouth

“his inners are collapsing within themselves, he needs to be taken to an infirmary for surgery immediately otherwise he’ll be offline soon “ continued Punkrock picking up Blurr with Bebop

Sentinel's hard drive Immediately flash to Elita One’s horrified face when she fell to her doom: he failed to save one Autobot; he wasn't going to fail to save another one, not this time.

“Then let him out of here; Aerial bots open every door towards the infirmary and clear out the area for any passerby,” ordered Sentinel.

The aerial bots quickly obeyed Sentinel’s commands, opening every door inside Fortress Maximus as Bebop and Punkrock passed by, carrying Blurr. Sentinel and the rest of The Elite Guard followed behind until First Rate reached the infirmary’s doors to open them up for Blurr. Once inside, the twin medics signaled for First Rate to close the doors behind them.

The only thing that Sentinel, Jazz, Jetfire, and Jetstorm could do now was to stand outside of the infirmary anxiously and wait for any results.

“So, what do you think is going on with him“ asked Jazz, leaning against the wall with crossed arms.

“Scrap, if I know, it's probably from him being, you know, brings turn into…a huh cube, “ replied Sentinel, sitting down on the floor and pressing his wings against the wall.

Jazz raised his non-existent eyebrow at Sentinel: it didn't matter how many times the prime told him about the whole cude accident it was still weird to hear each time.

“You know you are saying that every time doesn't make it less weird, “ sadly chuckled Jazz a bit. “I mean, I can't even imagine an Autobot in the shape of a cube.”

Sentinel Prime sighed a bit, sitting down next to Jazz, leaning his helm against the wall, and the Jettwins sat down right beside them.

As time passed by each minute Sentinel’s spark raced as this reminded him of his nightmare of Elita falling to her death and him unable to do anything about it. He tried his best to remain tough however his optics told a different story: one of pure fear.

“Trust me, I know, “ breathed Sentinel heavily. “But that's what happened and who knows if..if he going to survive “

Jazz noticed the fear in Sentinel's optics and put a comforting servo on his shoulder to calm him down while Jetfire and Jetstorm watched while whispering to each other seemingly arguing about their previous conversation.

“We’ll get through this. I promise, SP,” sighed Jazz, wrapping his arm around Sentinel's shoulder.

Sentinel didn't say anything; he just sighed again before resting his helm against Jazz's shoulder which caught Jazz a bit off guard with a tiny blush across his faceplate; however, he let it play out even though he felt like he didn't deserve it.

Jetfire and Jetstorm, on the other hand, were still arguing with each other in whispers so Jazz or Sentinel wouldn't hear them. “You know you eventually have to show him what you made; he’s going to love it,” whispered Jetfire over to Jetstorm.

“You don't know that, and he might not even want to be..well, you know… it's going be embarrassing “ groaned Jetstorm rolling his optics.

“or it could be awesome, just like that last drawing you made him,” encouraged Jetfire.

“Well, that last drawing didn't exactly have me directly call him our sire, “groaned Jetstorm defensively. “Look, I just can't show him this, at least not now.. “

“Well you can show him when you're ready“ replied Jetfire patting his brother's shoulder to encourage and comfort him

“Yeah..when I'm ready, “ sighted Jetstorm, placing his servo gently on his glove compartment.

After what felt like a million cycles had passed despite it only being two hours, Punkrock and Bebop finally exited the infirmary with First Rate moving out of the way to make room for them.

However, the medic twins have downcast looks on their faceplates when they leave the Infirmary, with Punkrock seemingly holding back tears. Sentinel, Jazz, Jetfire, and Jetstorm didn't like the look of this at all as they quickly got up on their feet to check on what exactly was going on.

“He’s online and conscious .. however, there's an unfortunate side effect due to the many surgeries we have to perform on him “ announced Punkrock holding a datapad with shaky servos while Bebop tried to comfort him by giving a shoulder pat

“What is this unfortunate side effect?” asked Sentinel almost hesitantly as his optics widened

Punkrock gulped for a bit seemingly unable to answer for a bit as his servos became more sharky however his brother told him to take his time which immediately calmed him down a bit as he managed to speak again.

“Blurr has lost his speed “ finally coked out Punkrock “and so far we haven't found a way to bring it back “

Sentinel, Jazz Jetfire, and Jetstorm, along with First Rate, all look on in absolute horror at the news: this was the first time in history an Autobot lost their ability without going offline first. This was devastating; Autobot and even Decepticon society were mostly built around certain abilities that a bot was forged with from the moment they first came online as sparkling. How could a bot without an ability live in a universe that was built upon certain abilities?

“C-can we see him? “ asked Jazz with guilt in his spark to what to Blurr.

Sure it wasn't his fault yet Jazz couldn't help but for like that it should have been him in that Infirmary, not Blurr after all he was the one who used to have a somewhat negative opinion of flying Autobots and did nothing at all until the last second Unlike Blurr who was nothing other than helpful towards Sentinel despise the prime’s winged form.

“Of course “ sighed Punkrock ushering the four mechs inside the Infirmary towards one of the urgent care rooms

Once inside the urgent care rooms, they spotted Blurr sitting backside on a bed, kicking his legs, seemingly trying to get himself to run fast; however, his movements were unsettlingly slow as a snail.

“Come on.. come on..work” muttered Blurr to himself with his voice choking in desperation trying to go faster however each result was the same

“Blurr, hey man are you ok ?” muttered Jazz, catching the Blue Speeder’s attention immediately.

Blurr turned around over to the four elite guard members behind him, revealing his angry yet saddened faceplate, which now had an eyepatch across it covering one of his servos, and his lower chest plate was wrapped in elastic bandages.

“I-I can't believe he took this from me; it was one thing faking being my friend. It was one thing crushing me to death when I thought I could trust him, but this is another thing... He took away my identity..” stuttered Blurr, still mostly talking to himself as his voice constantly shifted between a vengeful rage and lullaby of sallow. “How can I even call myself Blurr if I can't even do that one thing that I was named for”

This strikes a core with Sentinel. After all, his name meant protection on Cybertron, and yet he failed to do the one thing that he was named after, which was to protect his allies from danger, especially Elita One.

“ huh Y- you know Blurr I know a certain mech who held a name that doesn't exactly fit him either and sometimes he wonders why he was given this name “ stuttered Sentinel sitting next to Blurr

Sentinel wasn't exactly that good at comforting other mechs at least with words that were always an Elita thing so he immediately thought of what she would say and what she would do along with using his experience with his issues with his own name.

“but then well..he sorta looks around to see his…allies that he.. made and saw that.. huh.. maybe there more to life than you know just the name that you were given “ gurgled Sentinel clearly having idea zero what he doing but is at least he trying.

To Sentinel's complete surprise, his words seemed to hit a core with Blurr as the blue speeder warped his arms the prime in a tearful hug, although the rage was still there.

For a moment, Sentinel was completely out of the loop at what to do, staring up at Jazz for advice with the white mech simply telling him to hug Blurr back, which he followed, although it was a bit uneasy at first since he was being careful not to touch any of the bandages on him.

“I really need to hear that, you know, since honestly, aside from wanting to punch..you know who in the faceplate. I don't really know what else to do now “ sobbed Blurr

Jazz and Sentinel immediately knew that Blurr was talking about Shockwave; neither of them really blamed Blurr for wanting to beat up Shockwave for doing this to him; however, at the same, had just woke up from surgery, and there was no way he had the the the strength to walk.

“Wait you’re seriously not going to confront Shockwave scolded Sentinel pulling away from Blurr almost shocked ‘you just woke up from surgery”

“Yeah, I'm with SP on this one, man; you need to rest, “ added Jazz, crossing his arms.

“Look, guys, I get it, but I don't think I can ever rest without him knowing how much he hurt me since, as much I hate to admit it, there is a part of me that sees him as a friend, “ explained Blurr. “And I want to cut off that part for good, I promise It will be quick just.. please let me talk to him at least for a minute and then I’ll rest”

Sentinel and Jaz started at each both having a feeling that this was going to end poorly since nothing good came from an injured Blurr talking to Shockwave however Jazz wanted to give Blurr a sense of closure.

“huh about this you rest today and talk to..well you who to tomorrow, deal?” gulped Jazz.

Sentinel couldn't believe the words coming out of Jazz's faceplate. There was no way in the all spark that Blurr could be fully healed tomorrow. He may not be a medic but even his optics could tell that it is going to take a while for Blurr to recover.

“Why are you encouraging him” whispered Sentinel almost in a snarl as he got up from the bed and walked over to the white mech

“He’s needed closure, SP, and I don't think he is going to stop until he gets it,” whispered Jazz. “Just look at his optics and tell me if that is a mech that is going to rest without getting what he wants”.

Sentinel looked over at Blurr's optics which were filled with sadness and yet undying determination that was more powerful than a speeding locomotive. Damn it, he hates it when Jazz is right.

“Ugh, I hate it when you're right,” groaned Sentinel, rolling his optics, “But we are only doing this with the medic's permission; I don't want another bleeding Autobot on my servos.”

“Yeah I don't want that either Sp” sighed Jazz “None of us do”

Jazz took a minute to breathe before asking Bebop and Punkrock if Blurr could go out tomorrow at least for a little while since giving Blurr that closure that he needed was the least Jazz felt he could do to make things better even if he could never make himself felt better.

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Shockwave sat down in his cell looking down at the amulet that Blurr gave him. Despite everything that had happened, he couldn't bring himself to throw it away, even hiding it when a guard came to check on him. It was strange he let the guards take away all his weapons without any fuse but this one amulet was the thing he chose to defend.

This wasn't typical Decepticon behavior and he knew it since usually, large weapons, collecting information for their cause, and having the largest body count hold vulnerable than anything sentimental at least according to Lord Megatron yet now Shockwave is beginning to question everything that he learned considering he seen how effective the Autobots are when they don't backstab each other constantly and keep their alliances despise that ally logically no longer being useful however this somehow always work in the Autobot favor and want to know why.

“Let me guess, still looking at that amulet that your Autobot boyfriend gave to you,” mocked Starscream in the cell next to him.

Shockwave groaned and rolled his single optic at Starscream’s annoying comment; he couldn't believe he was stuck next to the traitorous Decepticon that never knew how to keep his glossa shut. This was another thing Shockwave began to question: Why did Megatron keep this nuance around despite Starscream clearly having intentions to betray Megatron?

The Lord chose to ignore all the warnings that Shockwave gave him in favor of letting Starscream go with him into Autobot territory and look how that ended: for a while Megatron was presumed dead for years until he somehow managed to contact the rest of the Decepticon confirming that he was alive, sure it was relief but Shockwave was sure if Starscream never came with Megatron this would of never happen in this first place.

“I believe in Autobots culture; this would be called a symbol of what they call .. “friendship”.. It has little to do with romance, but you wouldn't know that condensing your history with your allies, “shot back Shockwave coldly.

Starscream laughed mocky at Shockwave’s words, for all this talk of “friendship” is making him sound like an Autobot, not the cold calculating Decepticoncon that he once knew.

“Friendship, wow, you really have gone soft on us; we both know there is no worth in sentimentality,” chuckled Starscream mocky. “It illogical”

Usually, Shockwave’s logical mind would agree with Starscream on this despite his negative opinion of him. However, he saw firsthand from the Autobot how effective sentimental relationships are, and perhaps there was some logic behind it that he was going to try to figure out.

“Then How come the Autobots keep winning every time against us even before Omega supreme? Questioned Shockwave. “How come they are way more effective despite all having different mindsets?”

Starscream tried to answer Shockwave’s question but he was cut off immediately by the one optic con ramblings.

“They have something that we don't..they call it a “community “ it is what I can only describe as a machine that has different gears that can work perfectly by itself yet choose to benefit the another without almost no gain and this causes the machine to somehow get stronger in the progress “ sighed Shockwave trying to explain the concept of friendship In a logically way. “Perhaps if we used this ourselves, we could get stronger too. “

Starscream once again laughed at Shockwave's faceplate not believing that the most logical Decepticon was suggesting that they used “friendship” to win.

“Ha, you really are an Autobot, aren't you? You might have taken off the Decepticon logo while you were at it, “ laughed Starscream louder.

How dare Starscream say that to him? Sure, Shockwave was questioning a few things, but that didn't mean he wasn't a Decepticon less than everyone else.

“I’m not an Autobot; I'm just suggesting we use different tactics to win,” growled Shockwave.

“Then why do you choose to keep that amulet?” pointed out Starscream. ”What is the logic behind that?”.

This stunned Shockwave into silence as try to apply logic to his decision to keep the amulet; however, he was unable to come up with an answer, and for the first time, he genuinely didn't know the logic behind his choice.

The silence from Shockwave gave Starscream a wide smirk across his faceplate knowing that he won this argument.

Suddenly, without any warning and to Shockwave's horror, Blurr entered the prison room, exiting the elevator with the rest of the elite guard by his side, excluding Ultra Magnus.

Blurr approaches Shockwave's cell slowly making the Decepticon spark beat quickly since the last thing he wanted right now was to see Blurr’s faceplate.

“Long- I mean Shockwave.. you used me to get the information you want, make think that we were friends, and destroy my speed, “ spoked Blurr bitterly, “so I have one thing left to say to you”.

The room filled into complete silence as everyone waited for what Blurr was going to say next.

“I know you were a spy but..did our friendship at one point ever matter to you?

“ questioned Blurr “I need to know”

Shockwave didn't know how to answer that question because, at first, he did use Blurr for information However, the time spent together did make him feel some kind of connection that may be the reason why he chose to keep the amulet. Shockwave didn't know what to do, so he stayed silent, hiding the amulet from Blurr's sight, knowing that he would prove Starscream right if he gave it the blue speeder, and he didn't want to give Starscream that satisfaction.

“I guess that answers it doesn't it, our friendship meant nothing to you” hissed Blurr with a clearly broken spark “Come on guys let's get out of here “

Those words stabbed right through Shockwave's spark, as much as he hated to admit it, as he watched Blurr leave the room with the rest of the elite guard.

“Blurr, wait,” yelped Shockwave, reaching out for the blue speeder; however, it was far too late: the doors to the elevator's door closed behind Blurr, and the elevator ascended upwards, leaving Shockwave alone with Starscream once again.

“I guess you two are done now” mocked Starscream, completely enjoying this whole situation.

“I supposed we are,” replied Shockwave in defeat, covering his single optics with both servos, trying his best to hold back from showing any weaknesses, especially in front of Starscream, yet a tiny tear dropped from his faceplate.

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Jazz, Sentinel, Blurr, Jetfire, and Jetstorm stand in the ascending elevator silently. None of them don't know what to say after the whole confrontation with Shockwave; however, Jazz knew at that moment that he needed to check on the Blurr speeder.

“Hey Blurr, are you ok, man? “ asked Jazz, placing a servo on Blurr's shoulder.

“Yeah it's just that you know it isn't easy cutting off friendships even if they are you know fake” sighed Blurr “but I’m glad that I did, I finally got that weight off my shoulders”

This talk about cutting off certain relationships made Sentinel wonder about his current situation with Optimus as he watched Blurr and Jazz continue to talk to each other.

Sure Optimus got on his nerves, constantly got in the way and he wasn't still over what happened to Elita One and yet he can't really imagine completely cutting the other prime out of his life as strange as that may sound but Ultra Magnus telling him that he should have been sent to earth instead of Optimus and his short experience as a maintenance bot make him think about some things over these past two years even if he is still unsure.

Before Sentinel could think about Optimus anymore the doors to the elevators open revealing Cliffjumper on the other side holding a datapad

“Sentinel and Jazz, Ultra Magnus would like to speech both of you: it's about the Wasp situation “spoke up Cliffjumper.

Sentinel and Jazz turn their helm to each other, knowing that they are about to be sent to earth soon: some things can never really change, can they?