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[ask-kaon-cloud]

Mod: Kaon is still a total softie. He just has new, sparkling "flirty scoundrel" wrapping.

But he's still a goof~ 🤭

Thank you @ask-summer-epos and @ask-mayia ! ❤️

(Lmao. Sorry I took forever, guys. My work hit me with 12 hour work shifts all month. 💀)

[lets-try-some-writing]

Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown

Based off this post. Enjoy this short little thing.

Many times the Matrix was given, and many times its bearers writhed in agony at its touch. The priests told them they were worthy.

But Optimus knows he is not.

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The priests always said that he was worthy. Like every Prime before him, Optimus's frame forever ached with the weight of the holy relic he bore. Fire leapt in his fuel lines. His hydraulics burned with exertion that he had done nothing to earn. Every waking moment was a form of torture as the relic within him made its opinion quite clear.

He was not worthy.

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"Your station is the most holy on all of Cybertron. Bear this weight with pride." The priests smiled as he passed, gilded in gold and draped in fine cloths. The people cheered as they saw him step out of the Citadel. He despised it.

They did not know the pain that came from carrying the relic within him. They did not know that just like every single Prime who came before him, he was not intended for this station.

"Rise, Optimus Prime." The head priest blessed him as he stood before the masses. The Matrix burned within his spark chamber, reminding him that he did not belong.

"Glory to the Empire!" The people shouted in joy. Optimus remained still, his battlemask ever present as he watched the celebration. Whispers spoke in the back of his mind, murmurs offering wisdom even as his spark flared in quiet agony.

The price he paid for divine knowledge was high. Such was the consequence of imposing on Primus's most holy.

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"You make an excellent Prime." Ratchet smiled as Optimus passed by. The doctor affixed his brooch to his cape, and while the act was tender, the Matrix thrummed in warning. If his corrupted form was to taint the divinity of the Primes, he was to have no joy.

"Now we can make some real change!" Ironhide exclaimed with glee as he patted Optimus on the back. Optimus nodded, but he did not smile. He was not allowed to smile. The Matrix was clear.

Every decision he made was done with agony clouding his thoughts. He learned to stop twitching when the Matrix caused his nerves to shoot with pain. He quickly silenced his instinctual cries when his plating felt so tight around him that he might suffocate.

"You alright Prime?" Jazz asked after one long cycle of legislation discussion. Optimus said nothing. Voicing his pain would bring only suffering to those around him.

"Of course." He answered simply. Jazz didn't believe him. No one did.

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"The Decepticons have turned Kaon into a fortress. It won't be long until they march on Tarn too." Prowl frowned as he hunched over a map. Optimus stood still, his vision hazy as ghostly forms surrounded him. Their glares were so intense that he couldn't help the way his plating flared.

"You are not worthy." They whispered as Optimus pointed out a location on the map, the knowledge of his unworthy predecessors guiding his thoughts.

The forms of the old gods pressed up against him, their ghostly frames burning everywhere they touched. The only ones who did not harm him where those who shared his fate. Countless presences wrapping around him and shielding him from the wrath of the ancient horrors that denied him the holy rank he had been forced to bear.

"Send our forces to the northern border and prepare for war. Cybertron will not fall." The ghostly optics never left him as he made his declaration. They held no love for him.

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"Sir, we need you." Ultra Magnus reached out, touching Optimus's shoulder as he looked out over the remains of the burning city of Rodion. It had all happened so fast. The flames of war engulfed their world before he had the chance to react.

"Please Prime, guide us." His Council begged, pleading with what they saw as the most holy for salvation. Optimus had nothing to give. The Matrix denied him. He could give no blessings or assurances.

"Optimus, what are we going to do?" One by one his companions came to him for comfort. Optimus's spark burned with righteous fury every time he offered another battle plan instead of some sort of prophecy, a promise of peace.

His frame forever burned. The Matrix cursed him, but the people needed him.

He would make himself worthy, if only to give his people something to cling to.

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"Energon shortages are increasing. This war is devastating the planet." Perceptor noted clinically. The rest of the war council grew grim. They knew how far their people had fallen. Centuries of war were killing their world and they all knew it.

"If a true Prime had been chosen, this would have never come to pass." The old gods whispered, their digits digging under his plating and setting his circuits alight with agony. Optimus did not react. He had long learned to remain silent when the Matrix saw fit to punish him for his hubris.

How a mortal could have ever dreamed of carrying the Matrix was beyond him. And yet, he had to be worthy. Whatever the Matrix said, his people needed him. Perhaps he was not a proper Prime, but he was all that remained.

He would tear himself apart to be worthy of the mantle he bore.

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"Optimus, your frame is falling to pieces! You need to rest!" Ratchet demanded as Optimus stood watch. His digits were shaky, as was now his regular state of being. His plating was cracked, his hydraulics were weakened, his optics strained more with every passing cycle. Already he had been forced to permanently wear his mask just to hide his eternal frown. It hurt too much to pretend anymore. Such was the curse of his station.

The longer he stood in the place of a divine, the more he deteriorated. All those who came before him fell this way. Optimus merely endured because he had to.

"Pride shall be your downfall oh foolish mortal." Their whispers forever haunted his audials. He could hardly recharge anymore. And yet, while Megatron still reigned, he could not falter.

"Orion, please, this has got to stop." Jazz pleaded with him as they prepared to leave Cybertron. He wasn't sure if Jazz meant the war or his increasing distance from his troops. Optimus wasn't sure he wanted to know.

He had to be worthy... there was no other choice.

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"Prime." Megatron met his gaze, and Optimus returned it. What was the use in fighting anymore? After so very long, they had new concerns. Cybertron needed to be restored. Their war was irrelevant.

"Let us get this over with." Optimus murmured as the words of the Matrix drowned out all else. He wished it could all end.

His frame was battered and he had not recharged properly in millennia. His life was one of pain. The Matrix never allowed him a moment's rest, not while he defiled it with his very existence. Over and over it murmured-

"You are not worthy."

He knew it, and he believed it.

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"Sup OP!" Hot Rod held out his first, an Earth custom that he had picked up from Primus knows where. Optimus stalled as the eternal whispers quieted. Hot Rod tilted his helm in confusion as Optimus reached up with shaky digits to wipe at his face.

It didn't hurt anymore.

"You are worthy." His voice was breathless as his knees felt weak. Megatron came to support him as Optimus struggled to stand upright. The pain had begun to fade. The Matrix sang with joy as he set his gaze upon the warrior before him.

"Prime, you alright?" Hot Rod nervously came forward, unsure how to act. Optimus retracted his mask. Those gathered gasped as Optimus dropped to a knee, a smile on his face.

"You are worthy." He repeated, echoing the words of the gods within him.

"What? I don't get it? What's going on?" Optimus continued to smile as the Matrix pulsed within him. He knew what it desired and he had no interest in denying it. Soon, very soon.

Soon he would not need to be worthy.

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Vorns came and went. Optimus endured the pain. Hot Rod needed more time. He was not prepared for his station, not yet. The Matrix flared every time he approached the warrior, prodding but not demanding, not yet.

But finally, after what felt like an eternity, the time had come.

"Hot Rod, will you accept this station?" Optimus asked, and the warrior before him paused. The mecha gathered around paused in their steps, dropping whatever they were doing to stare. Optimus had come from nowhere. He could see why they were concerned.

However, he could not wait any longer. Not when salvation stood before him.

"I don't understand." Hot Rod stared in confusion. Optimus smiled.

"You will. For unlike me... you are worthy." His chest plating parted, the Matrix shone. For one in his functioning, Optimus felt its approval. This was the correct choice.

The relic tore away from him, and Optimus fell to a knee as he caught it and held it out to the mech before him. The Matrix burned his servos as he touched it, but the holy fire merely served to have him shake. His freedom stood before him.

Hot Rod reached out, his hesitation obvious up until he touched the relic. A smile spread across his face. He looked as though he had found a piece of himself long lost. Optimus smiled alongside him as the Matrix finally found its Prime.

"Rise, Rodimus Prime." A new Prime stood before him, holy flame his to command. Optimus relished in the flames that whipped across his plating. They burned, but not as the Matrix had tormented him for so long.

He was free.

He was not worthy.

But he did not need to be.

[slackster]

Transformers AU info dump? (Love the art work btw)

Thank you!! My art has gotten much better since starting my ask blog lol

Potential spoilers for my fic if you plan on reading it!!

There are plenty of characters I could focus on… here’s a general overview :)

The war was started over the injustice in Iacon’s government. Iacon is basically a bunch of cities in rings, the center ring is the upper class, and it goes outwards into the poorer districts.

Iacon and Kaon are also the same place! Kaon is the nickname for the outer districts.

The Iaconian Senate is doing nothing to help the slaves that fight for entertainment in the Pits. One of the senators, Shockwave, starts the revolution by calling outwardly for change. Hence the creation of the Decepticons, then just called the Rebellion. They were fronted by Shockwave, his assistant Soundwave, a gladiator named Megatron, and the historian Orion Pax.

Eventually the war goes sour, as they tend to do, and Soundwave is sent to find help from the neighboring state of Vos.

Starscream, the king of this state, is initially hesitant to help until he’s offered a place in the new government of Iacon. He then sends his soldiers to help the Rebellion.

The Senate promptly maims Shockwave to make him an example. In response, Megatron brings him to a scrapyard and has his medics and engineers fix him a new frame… though it’s a bit unsightly.

This changes Megatron fundamentally. Rather than wanting to fix Iacon now, he wants to see it crumble. He wants to see the old upper class suffer like he and his followers have. This frightens Orion, who runs away to hide for a while. He comes to the conclusion that Megatron needs to be stopped before they destroy Cybertron, and because this is also the will of Primus, he is given the Matrix.

Megatron’s old friend is now his foe. This isn’t about the senate anymore, this is about control of their world.

A few more centuries later, Cybertron is dying. Primus has grown ill after so much conflict, and is forcing the inhabitants of Cybertron to settle their differences or leave. They choose to leave.

The Great Evacuation of Cybertron was fronted by the creation of the Autobot and Decepticon factions. Once under the same flag, there is no room for peace anymore. Megatron commands the Decepticon flagship, Nemesis, and allows only his closest followers and greatest soldiers onboard. Once Orion, now Optimus oversees the Ark, and fills it till capacity with all the capable bots he can. Many more escape the planet in private ships, but the majority cannot afford such a luxury.

They search for a planet to inhabit while Cybertron heals, all the while trying to kill one another, of course.

Earth is their pick of a new home. The Autobots land and disguise their ship in the Rocky Mountains, while the Nemesis cloaks as a simple cloud to continue monitoring.

This basically leads into my ask blog, as well as my fic! That’s the background of this world, and I’d be happy to answer more questions about it!! :D

Also… any name suggestions for this au? Lol I don’t have a name for it yet

[flipping-the-coin]

Optimus: when and how did you figure out your host was in love with megatron? How did you feel about that? What was it like discovering that? Why didnt Ratchet tell you about your past?

[[TRANSMISSION RECEIVED: SUBJECT = QUERY…. SCANNING…. 88% THREAT LEVEL ALPHA = CENSORING REQUIRED CATAGORIZATION: REROUTING…. SECONDARY SCANS COMPLETE: TRANSMISSION = 61% WITHIN PARAMETERES]]

[[TRANMISSION FORWARDED…. RECEIVED = SEEN]]

[[//RESPONSE IN PROGRESS… RESPONSE COMPLETE: TRANSMISSION SENT//]]

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You have a great many questions anonymous one. I am... uncertain of how much I would like to share, but I will answer to the best of my abilities.

Regarding your first query, I was unaware that Orion and Megatron of Kaon were romantically involved until Orion took control of our frame during his stay on the Nemesis. I did not notice much during the war because of other issues that required my attention, but looking now I can see h█ge █ole█ █n my █e█o█y. I have all of Orion's memory within me, but grea█ █h█n█s a█e m█s█i█g, or rather kept from my view. Not only that, but now that my mind is not clouded by pain or fear, I can see just how... grim Orion's life was until he met Megatron. I was distracted at all times during the war, and thus most of the memories I used were of minor events, small instances and habits. They came in flashes along with barrages of data. Very rarely did I fully experience one of Orion's memories. With that in mind, I was totally unaware that Orion and Megatron were anything but brothers.

I see now how wrong that assumption was, but based upon what memories and flashes I was █llowe█ █o a█ces█, that was the extent of their relationship in my mind. That was part of the reason I never fully understood why Orion fought me so hard. Why would he risk everything for one mere companion? I know that up until I took in Bumblebee, I would have never given my life for one mere mortal. Of course that has changed now, but that was my mentality at the time. Now with that said, I was shocked beyond words to learn of their relationship through experiencing their... intimacy.

There is nothing I can imagine worse than having one's frame touched so intimately by one's worst enemy. I hated every moment on the Nemesis, I hated every touch that I could feel but do nothing to stop. I despised every kiss I gave no consent for. It was a torment, especially when they tried to merge.

Simply put, I was distraught, shocked, and horrified all at once. It was the harshest reality check I have endured so far. Learning of Orion and Megatron proved that all I fought for was not as I imagined it. Their love showed █h█t I w█s not nee█e█, t█a█ █y exi█ten█e w█s merely prolongi█g a w█r t█a█ █hould h█ve en█e█ █illen█i█ █go. At the time I could not process that truth, and so I did not change my course of action when I regained control. How could I when my whole life was built on the lie that Orion and Megatron were mere companions drawn apart by differing ideals? Thus, I endured agony and kept silent, trying not to think much of what I experienced. Even now I am not fond of thinking about it and the unwanted engagements on the Nemesis. I understand my host a little better now, but I still believe he was too harsh when it came to my minor interactions with Ratchet.

As for your last question... I have thought on it often myself. Ratchet is not a mech who would lie without reason. As such I can only assume he never told me of Orion and Megatron because he was of the belief that I knew. To my knowledge, me and my host were seen as one and the same until our separation. Ratchet likely thought that I had seen fit to move on from whatever ties I had to Megatron. He did not know that I was not Orion and that I had no idea how close my host and my foe really were. From there I can only guess it never came up because I never asked. I had no reason to question, not when I was constantly occupied.

I hope that answers your questions.

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[[TRANSMISSION SENDER = OPTIMUS PRIME = PRIME OF CYBERTRON: LEADER OF THE AUTOBOTS: PRIMUS’S ANGEL: SAVIOR OF CYBERTRON: LOREKEEPER: SIRE]]

[[TRANSMISSION ENDS]]

[melishade]

Number 76?

This ask game

asked so far.

Megatron and Levi working together to assist with relief in the Dark Timeline.

Megatron hadn't felt the need to murder anyone in a while, but he didn't know where in the Allspark the dwarf was!

Megatron and Levi had been asked to assist in provide aid and relief to many of the refugee that they had brought over from the mainland, and the two didn't realize how bad it was until they witnessed the sight of the overcrowded tents with people fighting over food, or crying for their lost, or just being racist and acting hostile towards the Eldians trying to help them. Megatron couldn't help but be reminded of Kaon while Levi was thinking about the chaos of the undercity.

But Megatron was already dealing with a lot on his plate, what with being the temporary commander of the Survey Corps and all because Hanji was just being a pain in the ass. And when Megatron was helping carrying some supplies while fending off some thieves, the damn dwarf decided to ditch, and now he has no idea where he is!

Megatron started investigating many of the tents, demanding if anyone had actually seen him, but many had said no or didn't know who he was talking about. For Primus sake, if this was payback of some kind, he was going to-!

Megatron paused in his step when he heard...singing. Throughout the noise and chaos of the tents and champs, he heard someone singing. Megatron followed the noise, worming his way through the crowd and past so many people. He heard the noise was coming from a tent and opened the flap to see…

Levi. The captain was sitting on the hard and dirty ground filled with blankets and mats with a child. The child’s head was in his lap, and even though her eyes were close and her breathing had slowed, her face was still fresh with tears. Levi patted her head and was…singing to her. The captain was singing her some kind of lullaby.

And it’s always like that in the evening time

We drink and we sing when our fighting is done

And it’s always so we live under the burnt clouds

Ease our burden

Long is the night

Dust and smoke, stars can’t be seen

We all starve for a moonbeam on our town

We must all gather as one

Sing with hope and our fear will be gone

Levi felt that the girl had finally fallen asleep, allowing the captain to take notice of the ex-con staring at him. Levi then lifted the girl’s head off of his lap and set her down on the mat. Levi then stood up and walked over to the entrance of the tent.

“Tell anyone about this and I’ll break your kneecaps,” Levi warned.

“…you have dirt on your aft.” Megatron walked over of the tent in response. Levi groaned in annoyance as he wiped the dirt from his backside.

“Ass. It is not that hard,” Levi mumbled to himself.

(51 has been asked! 61 and 67 are left! We are almost done!)

[lonetile]

A Little Game

Film Reel and the DJD vs. Earth's Mightiest Heros (NSFW)

WARNINGS: Descriptions of murder and torture, major character death, forced voyeurism, and sticky sexual interfacing.

<<Proceed with caution>>

"Humans of Earth, not long ago, a ship landed here, obviously not one of Terran origin." Tarn proclaimed. "Inside was a traitor to our cause. Turn them over, or we will be forced to use more of our... desirable methods." The human army stood their ground before the leader ordered the gunners to aim and fire at the DJD. The bullets bounced uselessly against their thick plating. Even the higher caliber weapons did little to deter the Decepticons.

"Shall we?" Kaon asked, not impressed by the humans' efforts. 

"Indeed." Tarn replied. He aimed his double fusion cannon and fired at the organics, watching as they tried to scatter away from the blast. Film Reel watched in morbid fascination as the smoke cleared, revealing tons of little charred organic corpses. Using her built-in camera, she zoomed in on the carnage.

"I will not ask again." Tarn warned. Film Reel turned back to her leader.

"You won't have to." A voice rang out. An armored suit descended from the sky. Despite the outward appearance, Film Reel could tell there was a human inside. "Because we're going to stop you from hurting anyone else." Tarn began to chuckle. It was a deep, rumbling sound that caused the other DJD members to take a slight step back.

"Make me." He said, voice low and dangerous. Something green leaped upon Tesarus, who snatched it up in his larger arms. The beast struggled, but to no avail.

"This one has enhanced strength." Tess said with a grin. "An admirable attempt to escape. But alas, no success." There was a loud, pained roar as Tesarus lowered the large green beast into his grinder. Gore splattered everywhere as it crushed and ground flesh and bone with no effort at all.

"No!" The humans screamed in unison. In anger, Iron-Man powered up his arc reactor and fired a large beam towards Tesarus, but Film Reel leaped in the way. The blast knocked her to the ground, her chassis smoking. There was a hole left behind from the attack, and pink energon spilled from the wound. The Pet leaped over her, snarling angrily and catching Iron-Man in its jaws before he had time to react. The turbofox bit down, crushing him as if he were nothing. Blood began seeping out of the armor's seams.

As Film tried to get to her pedes, her proximity sensors picked something up right in front of her. As if reacting to instinct, she clapped her servos together, feeling something crunch. Opening them. She saw a tiny human, much much smaller than the others. Its body was now contorted in a sickening way, blood staining Film Reel's digits.

"Janet!" A human in red suddenly began to grow, towering at the same height as Tesarus. Kaon released a shock of energy that struck the man. The human's body smoked as the smell of burning flesh filled the air before he collapsed with a heavy thud, convulsing violently. Kaon was about to blast him again when something heavy fell from the sky, knocking him down. 

Thunder boomed as storm clouds began rolling in. Lightning flashed across the sky before being attracted to Kaon's tesla coils. The lightning only powered him up more. A man seemingly fell from the sky, knocking Kaon to the ground, much to everyone's surprise.

"How dare thee?" Thor yelled. He raised his hammer to strike Kaon. Both Film and the Pet rushed over. The minibot grabbed the human's arm, almost ripping it off his body as the Pet grabbed Thor's torso. The Pet threw the man down, feeling that the human was a lot more durable than Iron-Man. Helex grabbed him before dropping Thor into his smelter, turning the heat up. Thor's body began to burn and melt almost instantly.

"If no one else wants to die," Tarn warned, "I suggest you surrender and turn in the traitor." 

"We don't know who you're talking about!" The one in blue said, practically pleading for them to stop the carnage that had killed his friends. Tarn looked down at him.

"I guess there is no point in sparing any of your lives, then." He said. "However..." There was a slight pause as he looked over at Film Reel, who was clutching her chassis.

"Vos, open the ground bridge." Tarn said into his comms device. Blue light enveloped the group before the light disappeared, taking the DJD and what was left of the Avengers with it.

"You're lucky no internal components were damaged!" Nickel said as she finished patching the hole in Film Reel's chassis. "I don't know what he was thinking! Bringing you to the battlefield… you could have gotten more severely injured!"

"S-Sorry, ma'am." Film Reel replied sheepishly. She avoided Nickel's intense gaze. The nurse ex-vented.

"At least you're okay now." Nickel said. "Now get some rest while I have a word with Tarn." Film Reel waited for her to leave before hopping off the berth. After checking that the coast was clear, she snuck out of the medibay. Normally, she would have followed orders, but she wanted to see the prisoners before the DJD handled them. And she wanted an excuse to get away from Nickel's wrath.

Film Reel snuck down to the holding cell where they were keeping the human prisoners. She looked at them. There was only a handful left intact. The rest were either dead or dying. Film Reel was in awe at the resilience of the humans. The Hulk, who had been partially ground up, was still alive but much smaller than before. The charred body of Thor was finally still after having his head bitten off by Helex. Tony, having been crushed and broken by the Pet, was dead. The Wasp had been killed by Film Reel, and Ant-Man was barely hanging in there after Kaon shocked him

"Why are you doing this?" Steve asked. "We told you the truth! We don't know anything." Film Reel was also slightly confused as to why they were brought aboard the Peaceful Tyranny in the first place.

"Let us go!" Hawkeye snapped.

"I don’t know why you're alive." Film Reel confessed. "Has Master Tarn not told you yet?" She tilted her head. Perhaps her leader had something big planned.

"Film Reel!" The blue and white minicon nearly leaped out of her frame. "What have I told you about running off?" Nickel rolled up to her.

"And here I was, thinking you were the only one to have some common sense to at least care about your physical health!" The teal minicon nurse put her servos on her hips. "And don't start with the whole 'but I'm alright, now' slag! I get enough of that from Tarn." Film Reel glanced around nervously, trying to think of a good excuse.

"I... was-" -scared of you, she finished in her head. She was not going to say it out loud.

"She is here upon my request." Kaon stepped out of the shadows. "Tarn needs her for a while." The nurse narrowed her optics, wondering if Kaon was telling the truth. In the end, it didn't really matter too much.

"Fine…" Nickel huffed, "but you better make sure she gets proper recharge, Kaon!" She stormed away.

"Are you doing alright? I'm sorry you got hurt in the fight." Kaon turned his helm in her direction. 

"I am alright, sir." She replied. Kaon placed a servo gently on her helm.

"I am glad. The Pet and I were very worried." Despite his lack of optics, Film Reel could see that he was genuine with his concern. He turned to the humans.

"Only 4 remain intact." He said with a smirk. "That should be enough to have fun with." He looked to Film again. 

"If you are feeling well enough, Tarn would like you to help with the torture this time." Kaon lifted her chin. "Would you like that?" Film Reel nodded, feeling excited. Kaon chuckled. 

"Oh, you're going to have fun." He whispered in her audial, causing a shiver to run up her body. "Let's bring the prisoners to the main deck so we can get started."

"You might be wondering why you're still here." Tarn said, looking at the humans from the prison. There was another cage of humans, many of which were part of the army that had greeted them upon their arrival. "You injured a valuable member of our team, and we can not let that slide."

"However, torture is too easy, so we'll try something else." Tarn was smiling behind his mask. "I am going to give you one task, and perhaps you may live just a bit longer." He said. 

"Don't worry, it's nothing too difficult. All you have to do is not look away."

"What happens if we do?" Natasha asked. Tarn gestured to the other humans. Kaon picked one up and threw it to the Pet, who eagerly tore it to bits.

"Does that answer your question?" Tarn asked. The remaining Avengers stared in horror. He turned to Film Reel. She had been waiting patiently for orders.

"It's your turn, little one." He almost purred. "You won't need your camera for this." She yelped in surprise whenTesarus picked her up.

"Open up your panel, Film Reel." Tesarus whispered. "It's time for a reward."

Film Reel whimpered in Tesarus's grasp. He held her legs open with his smaller servos while his large ones clutched her frame. Kaon was positioned in front of her valve, his glossa lapping at her core and sensitive node, preparing her for what was to come. Little shocks of electricity shot through her as his digits skillfully worked her valve, causing her to cry out softly. Behind Kaon, she could see the humans trying to avoid her gaze, but they didn't have much of a choice. If one of them turns away, another random human would be killed.

Another shock from Kaon's digits ran through her frame. Film Reel cried out as she overloaded, her cooling fans on full blast. Kaon pulled back with a smirk. His digits slick with her lubricant.

"¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿" Vos asked. He was getting impatient.

"Yes, she appears to be ready." Tarn said. Tesarus set Film down onto her servos and knees. Tarn knelt in front of her while Vos positioned himself behind her, whispering something in Primal Vernacular. 

"How does it feel," Tarn asked, "to be watched by humans as you get fragged?" He lifted her chin so she could look at him just as Vos plunged his spike into her. Film Reel let out a grunting moan in surprise, lurching forward slightly. Tarn chuckled, placing a clawed servo on her head before standing up and turning to the prisoners.

"Your life expectancy will be determined by our sweet Film Reel here." Tarn said. "The longer she is conscious, the longer you live."

"¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿"

"Let's not end the fun too soon, Vos." Tarn said. Vos let out a gravelly chuckle before he leaned forward.

"So tight." He hissed in her audial. He pushed her front down as he continued to pound into her. It was a rough pace, but not uncommon for the small 'con. He gripped onto one of her shoulders while his other servo dug into the back of her neck cabling. He pressed her down harder, causing her visor to crack ever so slightly on the ground as he overloaded with a gargling snarl. His transfluid dripped from her valve as he took a step back to admire his work, closing his interface panel.

"Aw, Vos, you didn't let her finish." Helex cooed.

"¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿" Vos replied before walking out of the room.

Kaon picked her up, laying her chassis down on the table next to where the humans' cage sat. She could see their disgusted expression. Film Reel ignored them as she held her servos out to Helex.

"May I, sir?" Helex didn't need to be asked twice. He stood in front of her as he opened his panel, his large spike landing in Film Reel's waiting servos. She rubbed the appendage, knowing exactly where to stroke and squeeze to get the reaction she wanted. He and Tesarus were much too big for her valve, but they made do with her small servos.

She tried to stifle a moan as Kaon pushed into her, grabbing her hips as she continued rubbing Helex's spike, practically purring in pleasure as Kaon's larger spike stretched her close to her limit. Having been left hanging by Vos, she overloaded quickly, but Kaon didn't stop. Instead, he went harder. He loved overstimulating her. Film whimpered as Kaon sent another small shock through her as he ran a digit over the seams in her plating. She tried to focus on Helex, who was beginning to grind in her servos, the tip of his weeping spike bumping into her mask.

"Why are you making us watch this?" T'Challa asked. "To prove how sick you already are?"

"That is quite the question." Tarn said. "No. It's been a while since Film Reel had been rewarded for her work. We just wanted to make a game out of it." Tarn leaned forward, right to her audial.

"You like this, don't you? You like being on display; showing people who you belong to." A small cry emanated from Film Reel. Tarn was able to use his voice in many different ways. He could literally talk people to death. His voice could shut off a processor, fade a spark... and much more. He liked using his outlier ability on her. It caused a stronger overload to hit her. She let out a shuttering moan just as Helex released his load onto her faceplate. He knelt, using a thick digit to wipe the glowing substance off her visor.

"Good girl." He could see Film's visor begin to flicker. "She already looks about ready to pass out." He chuckled. 

"So soon?" Kaon asked. He slammed his spike deep into her. Coolant began leaking from her visor at the intense pressure as he released his transfluid when her valve clenched tightly around his spike. He pulled out before gently pulling her to his chest, wiping the remaining transfluid from her faceplate. "How about one more? For Tarn?" Film Reel looked up at the boss. He stared at her.

"If you would like to stop, we can. It would give the prisoners a little more time to live." His voice was smooth, almost making her overload just by hearing it. She shook her head. 

"I want you, M-Master Tarn." She whispered. Tarn chuckled, gently picking her up and setting her on his lap as he sat in front of the cage of humans. His interface panel opened, his spike already pressurized and leaking. Film Reel loved the look of him and couldn't help herself from gently running her digits over it. Tarn didn’t protest and began rubbing his spike against her valve's outer mesh to lube himself up. He was more gentle than Vos and Kaon, slowly pushing into her. He held her tightly in place as he thrust upwards. She was a whimpering mess. Tarn couldn't fully sheath himself into her, but his girth stretched her beyond her comfortable limit. Film Reel didn't mind. Her visor flickered as his claws ran over the seams near her neck. 

"You're being so good for me, little femme." He whispered. "You take me so well."

The pleasure was too much. Tarn's voice and slow hard thrusts, the overstimulation, the praise... It was a lot for her to handle. Her helm lolled back against Tarn's chassis, crying out when another intense overload hit her. Her body shuddered violently before going limp, panting hard. The last thing she saw was Tarn's masked face staring down at her before she fell offline.

[keeonix]

It's GinBilog today with pineapple juice ofcourse.

An idea suddenly came up in mind and I suddenly asked myself. "Kung ingnon kag Kaon ug Tae, mukaon kag tae?" who the hell with the right mind would do that. Regretting life decisions is a feeling that nearly everyone experiences at some point in their lives. It’s a complex emotion, often tied to the choices we make, the paths we choose, and the outcomes that follow. While regret can feel overwhelming and even paralyzing, it can also serve as a valuable teacher, guiding us toward more informed and deliberate decisions in the future.

I've been contemplating with my life's decisions lately, while actively regretting all my failures and poor decision making skills. I fvcked up. I've been a disappointment to my family, a friend who turned back on people who thought i'd be there for, a flighty ex-wife who was accused of cheating over his husband (I could've had done that if I only knew i'd be accused of doing things I did not do). I wish I could have just done things that would make me happier. I wish I could have married someone who had accountability. Again, I fvcked up and I am demanding for annulment. I've been experimenting with my life for 29 years already and know what I learned? Don't take opportunities that are offered in your face just because it's what's available. Why would I take something that i know would not be good for me , if I know there are better things that I am passionate about. Ug ingnon diay kag "mukaon kag tae" mukaon diay ka? tungod lang kay giingnan kag kaon ug tae? If you know it's not good for you, then why settle for it.

It must be a matter of deep regret when we realize that we made the wrong decisions that we can no longer take back and if there's one thing I regret doing, it's choosing the wrong person. Loving the wrong person can take a deep emotional toll. At the beginning of a relationship, feelings of excitement, joy, and connection can cloud one’s judgment, making it easy to overlook red flags or incompatibilities. However, as the relationship develops, the dissonance between one’s needs and their partner's actions becomes clearer. Disrespect, manipulation, dishonesty, or emotional neglect can emerge, leading to feelings of sadness, frustration, and even self-doubt. In many cases, the person may not be intentionally harmful, but the mismatch in emotional maturity, life goals, or values can cause long-term distress. Even when both partners care for one another, being with someone who is not right for you can still result in emotional turbulence. It’s often in these moments of hurt that one begins to ask, “Why did I choose this person?”

The emotional toll of choosing the wrong person can leave lasting scars. It can lead to a lack of trust in future relationships, difficulty letting go, or an erosion of self-worth. Sometimes, it’s easier to stay in an unhealthy relationship than to confront the fear of being alone or the pain of ending things. This dynamic can trap someone in a cycle of unhealthy attachment, further complicating their ability to make better choices in the future. The reasons behind choosing the wrong person to love are often complicated and varied. One of the most common reasons is a lack of self-awareness. When we don't fully understand ourselves—our desires, needs, and boundaries—we can easily be swayed by surface-level attraction or a desire for validation. Sometimes, we choose partners who make us feel wanted, even if the relationship is ultimately unfulfilling.

Past trauma or unhealthy relationship patterns can also play a significant role. If someone has grown up in a dysfunctional family or experienced abuse, they may unconsciously seek out relationships that mirror those early dynamics. These individuals may feel drawn to toxicity or dysfunction, believing that this is the type of love they deserve or know how to navigate.

Another reason is the tendency to idealize love. Society often feeds us the narrative that love conquers all—an idea that love alone can overcome differences or fix flaws. In reality, love is not enough to sustain a relationship if core values or needs are not met. Yet, many people hold on to the fantasy that their love will “change” the person or “fix” the situation, even when deep down, they know that the relationship is unhealthy.

In short, DILI KO MUKAON UG TAE UG INGNON KOG MUKAON KOG TAE.

[mayiamaru]

@ask-kaon-cloud Some snuggos. It’s a good mood to be in~

[askswanandtricks]

Long overdue fanart for ask-kaon-cloud​ of Thistleby and Kaon! :)

[ask-kaon-cloud]

Hey peeps!

I'm back with Kaons new pfp~!

Feel free to ask my boy Kaon here stuff, if you want~

Haha I keep changing his design (I'm so sorry. I'm just indecisive lol).

So, if you're a pony ask blog or anything like that, let me know! So I can follow you and stuff! :D

I might be a bit slow to answer, but Ill try my best!

[ace-of-pythons]

I have a tfp au!!!

Basically I saw a post where someone swaped the con's alt modes and I went "Cool, but what if they swapped like rank and personality too?" and so I present to you, my kaleidoscope AU

-Starscream was part of the lower class in the city of Vos, and eventually was captured and sold to the Pits of Kaon. There he learned how to fight and eventually created a gathering of followers. These followers eventually became decepticon. He transforms into a sleek cybertronian jet. He often times uses his smaller size to out speed his opponents. He is a cunning leader who is sometimes a bit cowardly, but he still is able to get the job done.

-Predaking was created from the councils experiments and eventually became the head seeker in Vos. His brute force often clouds his judgement, especially when attempting to figure out new plots to try and kill Starscream. He named himself after the beasts of cybertron's past. He transforms into a F-15 jet. He is the decepticon second-in-command.

- Knockout was a fighter in the pits of kaon who utilized minicons. He was known for being a swift and stealthy killer. After the loss of most of his minicons, he took a vow of silence. He eventually became Starscream's third-in-command and most loyal follower after they met in a gladiatorial battle. He transforms into an unmanned drone.

-Breakdown is second in Predaking's seekers. He is an honorable mech who is known for his use of explosives and swords. He wishes to avenge the death of his gestalt, as he was once part of a decepticon combiner. He is a loyal follower of Starscream's and a very deadly warrior. He transforms into a large jet.

-Shockwave is the Chief Medical officer of the decpticons. He was originally a mortician, but he was dragged into the war and trained on the battlefield. After the council found out he was killing bots that didn't have a good chance of surviving so that he'd have more spare parts, they preformed empurata on him. He is a very intelligent and isn't always the most loyal because he serves logic above all else. He transforms into a sleek Aston Martin.

-Arachnid is Shockwave's assistant and is known to shoot first and ask questions later. She is a bit bulky for her small frame and doesn't let others forget her strength. She cares about the vehicon troopers and loves joking around. Although she gets a good rep from the crew, she has a reputation of collecting autoboot badges. She has a wall in her habsuite. She transforms into a Jeep.

-Soundwave is the decepticon scientist responsible for many "monsters". He worked in the pits creating a steady stream of new enemies for the gladiators to fight. When one of his creations attacked him, his emotional processing circuit was damaged, causing him to become cold and emotionless. This allowed him to experiment on bots without a second thought. He turns into a cybertronian tank.

-Megatron is Soundwave's creation. He is the only predacon and despises preadaking for not being worthy of his name. He wants to recreate the glory of the predacons. He is a bit hot headed but Starscream admires his power.

-Dreadwing is a lone wolf who tries to collect as many "trophies" as possible. He is the king of the insecticons. He wants Starscream dead almost as much as predaking does. He transforms into a helicopter.

[sunshineandcybertronians]

It’s Nice to Have a Friend - (Secret Solenoid) TFP Starscream x reader

Word count: 5,599

Warnings: none

A/n: This is my Secret Solenoid gift to @sheabeeprime. This ended up way longer than I meant it to be. The ideas for what I could do just kept piling up and I decided to do all of them. And in true Scarlet fashion, I named this after a Taylor Swift song.

~

The view was amazing from where you sat on the edge of a cliff. Staring at the amazing view ahead of you. The wind in your face and hair. Just you, your thoughts, and the giant robot on your left.

Yeah, you honestly had no idea why Starscream decided to sit with you. And no idea why he always came to your home to pick you up when he was hunting for energon. Maybe he just needed company? Whatever the reason, an opportunity like this was too cool to pass down. So you tagged along whenever you were free. Which sometimes meant having to tell him you were busy or why you weren’t home when he came last. Though it was amazing how he would avoid being seen.

You didn’t know much about him. All you knew was that he was grumpy, had a huge ego, and his ex co-workers sucked.

You bit your lip. Today was the only chance for you to ask this. You pushed a strand of hair that flew in your face.

His helm faced forward, but his optics were on you. “What is it, human?”

“Hmmm?” You looked up at him as innocently as you could manage.

“’I know you were going to ask me something. Just ask me and get it over with.”

“Well,” you began, “There’s this parade going on…”

“And?” he raised one of his large eyebrows.

“It’s celebrating all the different countries in the world.”

“So?”

“I was thinking we could go?” You shrugged and gave a strained smile.

“No.” He immediately shot down the idea.

“But you could learn all about different human cultures.”

“Why would I want to learn about other humans anyway?”

“Wouldn’t simply knowing those kinds of things get you ahead of, and make you more knowledgeable than, the Decepticons?” you asked nonchalantly.

“Hah! You think saying that will make me go?” A look of amused triumph was on his face, but you could see the metaphorical cogs turning in his helm. He soon let out an angry and reluctant hum. “But I suppose I could take some of my precious time to come to your… ‘celebration of opposing humans’.” He waved his servo.

You let out a laugh. “We aren’t enemies or any like that just because we’re from other countries. Yeah, there can be some wars, but we’re mostly allies.”

Starscream gave you a perplexed look with his head tilted. Eventually, he just huffed and turned away, mumbling, “That doesn’t even make sense.”

You examined him, then shrugged. “Okay. But whether or not it makes sense to you, I’m honored you’ll bestow your presence upon the parade.”

He considered your words and, once he processed that it was praise, he puffed out his chassis with his helm held high.

There was a bit of trial and error in figuring out how to get there. You didn’t have exact coordinates and Starscream didn’t know where it was. Finally, you both decided on a method. You would give him directions while looking at a map on your phone. Once you steer him in the general area, you should be able to see the parade from the air. Upon this decision, Starscream jumped off the cliff to perform a flawless, midair transformation. He soared back up to meet you, showing off a few spins, and opened the cockpit for you to get in.

You eagerly got in and he took off. He shot through the sky like a comet, reaching up through a puffy white cloud, which resulted in a huge smile on your face. There was something amazing about being that high above the ground. Clouds stretching out made it feel like a new, hidden world.

“Which way?”

“Oh, right!”

 It was strange how people appeared so small from up above. The whole event would probably have seemed grander from the ground, but you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to see it from the air. Especially with a giant robot.

“Wow. Look at it,” you commented. Suddenly, the rule of ‘if I can see you, you can see me’ came to mind. “Uh, are they going to find it suspicious that a jet is just floating here?”

“You tell me.”

You thought for only a second. “Definitely.”

Starscream maneuvered himself into a cloud, enclosing around him as though it were just a hologram. The nose poked out and there was a thin layer of cloud over the glass off the cockpit.

“You can still see, right?” he inquired.

“Yep. Thanks.”

You leaned back comfortably. The view was amazing. However the wonder slowly wore off and the silence began pricking at you. You almost wished for him to start complaining, or asking you questions, or for a radio. Though you doubted that he would enjoy human music. Or would he? Maybe you should try introducing some to him, but which genre?

“So what’s going on?” Starscream’s question brought you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, well people representing each country are walking in their group with a flag of that country. Like Italy, over there. They invented pizza!” You sat straight and pointed.

“What now?”

“Pizza, it’s a type of food that has cheese and tomato sauce an-“

“Nevermind. I don’t want to hear about the things you fleshies consume.” You thought you felt his alt mode shudder.

“Hey, if you were human, you would like it too,” you said. You fought the feeling of being offended that was taking over your thoughts.

“Then thank Primus I’m not.”

“Whatever.”  You crossed your arms and slouched back. “… But we do need to eat to survive you know.”

He hummed in reluctant consideration. “I suppose you’re right.”

Some time passed as you continued to sit there. Occasionally you would comment on a ‘country’ that was passing by. Sometimes he would ask about one. It was surprising how much your mind blanked out when you tried to talk about a country. You would have assumed that you wouldn’t have this problem considering you grew up on Earth.

A white flag with a circle and black lines on the corners caught your eye. You couldn't see the details from so far away, but you knew the circle was a blue and red yin yang. "Oh! That's the flag for South Korea."

"South? That sounds more like a location than a faction."

"Faction? What? Well, yes, it's a location. A location with its own government and own way of doing things. Like how you're a cybertronian. Because you're from Cybertron? Were you thinking about it like that? Factions?"

He hovered slightly higher then fell back into place. "How was I supposed to know? Cybertron had one government and leader. Much simpler."

"Hmmm." You considered the thought. "That's either really nice or there was a lot of corruption."

"Oh, you bet there was corruption. But does that mean there's a north, whatever it's called?"

"Korea. And yes, there's a North Korea. It split into north and south a while ago. North Korea has a dictator and isn't a place you want to go."

“What kinds of governments does each of these ‘countries’ have?” He asked.

“Well, the USA is a Democratic Republic. And there’s also socialism in some places, and at some point I think Russia was communist? Why can’t I remember anything?” You cursed yourself.

“Remind me why there isn’t one large government and leaders over the whole Earth?”

“That would be hard to do. A lot of people just wouldn’t agree to that. One of the reasons being that people want their own way of doing things. Since all of these countries formed on their own, having them all agree on giving up their own leadership to have a universal government is nearly impossible. There will always be someone who disagrees on how to run things.”

“It would be easier if someone just conquered the Earth.”

“You think people haven’t tried? There’ve been quite a bit of attempts, like Napoleon, but they all failed in the end. It’s a big place and people fight back.”

Another silence fell upon you both. You bit your lip as you scanned over the parade again.

"There's Japan. They have anime," you said.

Starscream finally lost his patience. “I’m not learning anything of use here! I’m just sitting here watching humans walk! The most informative bit was what you told me about North Kaon!"

"North Korea."

"Whatever it was! You expect me to remember all of these names?”

“Well, at least you can get an idea of what each country is like.”

“Admit it, you just told me to go because you wanted to come.”

“Maybe,” your voice rose an octave higher.

He scoffed.

“But,” you added, sitting up, “I did genuinely want to see it with you and show you a little more of Earth.”

“Why would I want to stay here even longer?!”

“I didn’t say that.” You looked at the gauges softly as if it were his face.

“Ah,” there was a nervous stutter present in his voice, “right.”

“Why did you come to Earth if you hate it so much?”

“It’s one of the last locations where we can find even scraps of energon. And you’ve come along to aid me enough times to know it’s important,” he said.

“It’s one of the only things you do.” You recollected everytime you were with him.

“Because ever since leaving the Decepticons ranks, I no longer have access to our storage or equipment to effectively find it. But I promise you, if it weren’t for Cybertron becoming a desert wasteland during the war, I would have never come to this mud ball.”

“Well. Even if you really wanna get back to cybertron, I’m glad I met you. And that I got to experience your awesome flying skills.” You tugged on a strand of your hair and ran your fingers through it.

There was  a brief silence.

“I mean, of course you would… How much longer did you want to see the parade?”

“Maybe a half an hour.”

“Hmmm. I’m going to be sore after hovering in the same spot for so long.”

“I could always rub your wings later if you want,” you offered.

“And let your grubby, little, fleshie hands on my magnificent wings? I think not.”

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “It was just an idea.”

For a few more moments, neither of you said anything.

“Would you like to see a demonstration of my aerobatic skills later?”

“Actually, I would.”

A comfortable pause fell upon you.

“…Would you like to go down there?” he offered. He tipped his nose ever-so-slightly to the ground.

“Nah.” You leaned back in your seat with a smile. “I like it up here with you.”

 It had been two months and six days since you last saw him.

Yes, you were counting and had no idea why. Maybe he finally got tired of your fleshie self and left. Maybe you should have seen it coming with how much he disliked humans. Maybe you annoyed him so much that he decided to never see you again without a word.

Yet, when you truly thought about it, it didn’t make sense. He seemed to enjoy being with you, even if he never showed it outright. He was always the one who decided to bring you along when hunting for energon. Even when he was a giant robot, and clearly had some sort of prejudice against humans, it felt as though he still treated you as an equal to some degree.

But maybe he truly did get tired of you.

You stood by your window. The sun had dipped below the horizon and the last ghosts of light had faded away into darkness. You stood in your sweat pants and baggy t-shirt. Your hair was brushed and you were ready to relax. A warm cup of hot chocolate was in your hands, the warmth seeping into your skin. You stared into the cup, thinking of nothing in particular when you blinked at a sudden light.

Your eyes instinctively followed the light. Outside the window, hovering just above the ground, was a large, greenish blue, swirling vortex. You stepped back, but promptly leaned closer for a better look. It didn’t seem to be pulling anything into it. It seemed gentle, yet powerful. You would have found it beautiful if your mind weren’t preoccupied with confusion.

Something seemed to appear inside of it. It was tall, and metal and--!

You nearly dropped your glass mug. After placing it safely to the side, you grabbed a jacket and rushed out the door. You raced to where you saw the portal as fast as your feet would carry you. It was still there when you reached it. Starscream held a device in his hands and his red optics searched the area, as if looking for something.

“Starscream!” You ran up to him, nearly in tears. “Where were you? You’ve been gone forever!”

His optics avoided your eyes. “Well, I…” His mouth pushed into a thin frown. “I lost my T-cog.”

“You’re what now?”

“T-cog! It’s what allows cybertronians to transform.”

Your current expression dropped as it finally dawned on you. The reason he had suddenly disappeared. Then you remembered that there were other people nearby.

“Why don’t we go back through your portal thing and talk about it there?” You began to jog into the portal.

“Ground bridge.”

“Whatever it is.”

You ran while he walked in. The fact that the ground seemed to be made of swirling energy, though it felt completely solid, messed you up. You being smaller didn’t help either. You were running and still falling behind. After a half a minute, Starscream turned around to pick you up and carry you through.

A flash filled your vision and you had to blink several times to adjust to the dark, new area. The walls, ceiling, and floor were made entirely of metal. The only light source came from a dim glow from an foreign, alien screen. It was clear from the dust that no one had been there in a long time. The scale was so large that you felt confident that this was something cybertronians built.

The portal behind you shrunk until it vanished. Starscream lowered you down onto the ground. As soon as your feet hit the floor, you dashed to Starscream’s foot to give him the biggest hug you could.

“I missed you,” you mumbled. Of course, he might have not heard it if it weren’t for nearly every surface being made of metal, causing an echo.

His posture went rigid. He began to reach down to pat your head, then pulled his hand away. He stayed like that without moving a servo the whole time you hugged him.

“Ah… Me too.”

You let go. The cold of the living metal still lingered on you.

“Where have you been? How did…?” You stared up at him.

“I came across some other humans,” he began as he walked over for something to sit on. He helped you up onto it and you sat next to him. “I tried to asist them in building a cybertronian. I believed that they would allow me to keep energon I allowed them to find.” He stared at the floor the entire time.

Your eyes stayed locked on his glowing optics. “Build a cybertronian? Wait, if that was what happened, how did you lose your T thing?”

“I-They needed a t-cog in order to build a cybertronian. The one they already acquired was lost and they decided to take mine instead.” He almost seemed to curl up at the last words.

This settled on your mind like a ton of bricks. You didn’t say a word. Suddenly the room felt very heavy. The silence was like a suffocating blanket that you couldn’t seem to push off. You swallowed.

“They took… it? But, you could have fought them off easi-“

“They shot me with some sort of stun mechanism then proceeded to rip me open to take it!” His talons clenched into fists before him.

Once again, you couldn’t speak.

“Why is it that the first humans I meet, other than you, are no better than the Decepticons?”

“… Because some people can just be like that. Just like humans have potential for both good and harm, it seems like cybertronians are the same in that way.” You stared at the ground. “So… You can’t transform anymore?”

“No.”

“And that’s why you couldn’t fly back to me?”

“Not until I found the Harbinger and a portable ground bridge.”

You nodded. You pulled your legs to your chest and stared off into nothing. “That must stink. Not being able to fly.”

“It’s been terrible! How do humans survive like this?” He lifted his fists to his face.  His eyebrows, or whatever they were called, dug into his optics.

You shrugged. “We’re just used to it.”

The metaphorical blanket came back onto you, but somewhat more comfortably. Somewhat. You both continued to sit.

“… Are you upset about my not being able to transform?” Starscream cut through the silence. Almost so softly that you could hardly believe he was the one who said it.

“Huh? Well, yes,” you let go of your legs, “because you’re upset. I know how much you love flying!”

“But what about you?”

“Me?” You pointed to yourself.

“Yes!”

“I don’t understand what you’re asking.”

“How do you feel about me not being able to transform?!” He stood up and spun on his heels to face you. His wings stuck up on point.

“Well,” you thought for a second, “I did enjoy flying, but it honestly doesn’t matter too much to me if you can turn into a jet or not. I’m just happy you came back.”

“Oh.” The frustrated expression fell from his face and he looked away. In any direction except at you.

“What’s wrong?” You straightened your back as if it would help you see what was up.

“Nothing, I think. I had simply thought that you only liked me because of my flight capabilities.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because Megatron only kept me alive because I was useful? It was always like that on Cybertron, and with those other humans. Once I become useless, I’m tossed away.”

You felt your heart twisted and your blood boiling. “I hate people who are like that. Forget them. They aren’t worth your time. I’m glad their out of your life.” You stood up. “And to me, as long as we get to hang out, I’m good.”

Starscream tilted his head. “You truly don’t make any sense.”

You shrugged. “The best people in life are free.”

“Huh?”

“People who don’t expect anything in return,” you elaborated. “They care and love you unconditionally.”

“I don’t believe anyone like that exists.”

“They exist. And so do I.” You confidently stared up at him.

His gaze darted between you and away from you. He took a few steps back, as if you were a mysterious creature that could become hostile or blow up any second. Eventually, he gave in to a beautiful, natural smile. And the room suddenly seemed brighter.

 “So, Starscream, I was thinking…” You walked into the room.

“If it’s anything about making a giant s’more again, I’m not interested.”

“No.”

Starscream had been feeling down, pun not intended, about losing his t-cog. You had cleared out two days in your schedule to have a sleepover with him. He had surprised you when you jokingly offered for him to brush your hair and he accepted. He also tried to braid it when you taught him how. It was surprisingly well done, considering the size of his talons, but still sloppy. You had to remind him that he wasn’t a failure at braiding. While laying in your sleeping bag and bundle of blankets you brought for the occasion, an idea came to you.

“I was thinking,” you continued, “that since you’ve been down about not being able to,” Starscream gave you the stink eye, “you know. So I decided it would be fun to do something similar to that one day with the parade.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I can’t fly you to another one.”

“No, not that. I mean that there’s this scout group doing a world presentation or whatever near where I live. They’re going to have cardboard stands set up for each country they researched about.”

“I really don’t think you’ve thought this through,” Starscream sighed, “I do not think these, or any, humans would react well to seeing a cybertronian.”

“I’ve already figured that out!” You bounced on your toes. “I’ll be carrying a camera that will stream video to you over here. That way you can see it without having to be there! And I have some earbuds so I can start a call with you and be able to hear and answer back if you have any questions.”

“Will the humans be suspicious about you speaking to no one?”

“Nope! They’ll just assume I’m on a call with someone, which technically isn’t wrong. So what do you say?”

 “Okay. So you can still see the video feed, right?” you asked while readjusting the camera on your hat.

“Yes, now stop shaking around!” Starscream’s voice came through your earbud. You swore that you would go deaf if this lasted too long.

“Okay,” you mumbled.

The sky was overcast. You walked into the building along with families that had come to see the scouts’ projects. There were tons of tables and three paneled boards lined up. People wandered around. They would stop to read, then turn and walk to the next one that caught their eye. It was clear which groups were family because they would greatly compliment the child’s work.

You figured you needed to start somewhere. It was a stange feeling to be there when you didn’t know anyone, even if the event was open to the public.

“Are we just going to stare?”

This snapped you out of your daze. You blinked for a second. Right, you weren’t alone. You had Starscream.

“Right,” you said and stepped forward.

You walked along the rows, glancing over them until one caught your eye. “France,” you said while pointing to the printed out flag, making sure your finger could be seen by the camera. “It’s in Europe. The capital is Paris. The population is 66 million.” You read off of it. You walked over to another. “Germany. It’s also in Europe. You know, maybe this whole row is European countries. Anyway, capital’s Berlin. Population is 83 million. Their currency is euros.”

“Ironic how these give more information than you did that other day.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes. Ironic.” You walked a few more steps and stopped. “Some place named Estonia. The flag looks cool.”

“It’s three lines of color, like the other ones.”

“I like the colors.”

“There’s a lot of writing and pictures on each report,” Starscream commented. “Did each of these children research, find the information, and organize it in a presentable way?”

“Yes?” your voice came out as more of a question.

“Impressive.”

You smiled. “Some kids don’t do scouts, but they end up doing things similar with science fairs in school. They’ll do experiments or research, and they they have to make a presentation about it, like a vinegar volcano.”

“A volcano?!”

“No, it can’t do anything dangerous.”

“Then what’s the point? I wouldn’t call that science.”

“It’s simple science that kids are able to do. You know, since they’re kids?”

You noticed one of the parents staring at you and you gave an apologetic look while moving your hair to point at your earbud. You continued walking and eyeing some of the posters to read to Starscream. You had gotten to the Asia section and did your best to pick out something to show him.

“And see? The rainbow bridge.” You pointed.

“Huh? Oh, yes. Very nice,” he said absent mindedly.

You quirked an eyebrow up, but eventually shrugged. He was probably getting bored with all of this. A part of you was beginning to wonder why you thought this was a good idea. This thought detracted you from the sounds surrounding you. You suddenly felt cold and like something was hitting you?

You looked around and suddenly noticed that the fire alarm had gone off. Loud beeps filled the room. Everyone was trying to get out. Kids looked in all directions in confusion. Adults tried to keep them calm and safely head out. Your clothes were beginning to dampen. Instead of trying to get out, your first instinct was to get out of the sprinkler. You crawled under a table and peeked out.

The last few people were almost through the door. That’s when you decided it was time for you to go, but something caught your eye. Something in one of the upper windows that lined the wall near the ceiling. Starscream? His red optics stared down at you and he signaled for you to stay there, along with whispering to you through your earbud. You were confused, but you hid under the table once more.

You waited until the water stopped pouring. Once it was over, you pulled yourself out and to your feet. You glanced around. That was rather sudden. And now there were puddles all over the floor.

A loud rattling echoed in the room.

You turned to see the large door, the kind you would see in a garage, at the back of the room open up. The temperature of the room changed to match outside. Starscream held the door up with a mischievous smirk. You took your earbud out.

“What did you do?”

“I may have gotten bored simply watching through a screen and decided to come. And I may have possibly started a fire, opened a window, and held it next to one of those fire alarms.” His grin grew with each word.

“Really?” You asked rhetorically with your hands on your hips. But you couldn’t help but crack a smile yourself.

“What? I was bored.” He shrugged and waved a hand.

You shook your head with a laugh. “Whatever.”

Starscream ducked in. He had to stay bent down to order to fit. You moved out of his way was he came in.

“So, you were actually interested in this?” you questioned.

“I thought it would be better to see it in person with you.”

“Yeah, but some fire trucks or someone else is going to eventually come back here and see you.”

“Hmm.” He looked back. “I see. But one look for a nanoklick couldn’t hurt. I just did all of this so I could see it anyway.”

“Okay.” You shrugged. “Just hurry.”

After his wing nicked the roof when he tried to straighten himself, he quickly realized that it was easier for him to be on his knees. As he got down on his knees, you helped direct him down in the small free space between the tables. The legs skidding against the floor echoed through the room and made you jump. You were surprised he was even trying to do this when he could barely fit between the rows.

He had to lean in close to get good look of the displays. He would occasionally ask you the meaning of a word he didn’t know. You had to admit, it was more fun to have him there in person. Unfortunately you couldn’t enjoy this for fear of being seen. You constantly looked over your shoulder.

Eventually your paranoia dropped by a few notches. Though, by then Starscream had gotten tired of being crammed in a small space and probably noticed your concern. It was awkward getting to the garage door, between him being unable to move much and him blocking you. But you made your way out.

He lifted the door and ducked under and out. You followed when you noticed him freeze. Confused, you followed his gaze. Your blood went cold and you felt as if your mind was being squeezed into a box.

Staring up at Starscream was what looked to be a five year old child. The little boy was alone, probably wandered off, and had an orange jacket and hat. His expression twisted into disbelief then fear. Your heart rate quickened when you saw his face wobbling.

“Scrap,” you let out as you both turn the other way in panic.

Starscream closed the door with a loud bang that sent a shiver up your spine. You didn’t noticed what Starstream was doing behind you, since you were already running on instinct. When he came into your field of vision again, he was twisting on one foot to regain balance and lifted up the remote ground bridge device. In his panic, he hesitated on which button to click, but quickly pressed it once he remembered.

“Is it a good idea to open it up in here?” you questioned as the piece of cybertronian technology swirled and grew before you.

“I would have preferred a larger space, but I don’t believe we have much of a choice.”

He scooped you up and pulled you through. Like always, you blinked when a flash filled your vision. The air suddenly changed and you were back on the Harbinger as the ground bridge closed behind you. When he held you to the ground and you finally collected yourself enough to jump off, you realized that three of the cardboard presentations had managed to come through along with you and Starscream.

You stood there. “Well, that was interesting.”

“One shouldn’t cause any problems, right?” He looked to you before his eyes darted back to where the ground bridge was.

“That was a kid. They won’t believe him. They might look around, but after seeing no giant robot, they’ll dismiss it.”

“That’s good to hear.” Starscream groaned and held his shoulder. “That made all of my joints stiff. And the tip of my wing caught on the top of that door.” He glanced at his wing with a slight pout on his face.

You stared up at him, taking a moment to consider your words before you were unable to take them back. “… Would you like it if I massaged your wings?”

His optics widened and darted around the area. “Fine,” you could barely hear in the midst of low grumbles.

You blinked twice before fully processing what that meant. As you were trying to figure out how to even reach his wings, he held out his hand. You stepped onto it and he carried you to a table or whatever it was. It was too large for you to tell exactly. You carefully got off of his hand and he sat with his wings facing you.

You sat with your legs hanging off the edge. Your hands reached out to his wings. He readjusted himself so you didn’t have to lean forward in order to touch them. Your fingers shook. You hesitated. Finally, your hand laid flat on it. It was cold. You didn’t know what you expected. It was basically like touching a regular piece of metal. You weren’t sure what you were expecting. But somehow it felt different. Maybe because he had trusted you to touch it. You began rubbing it soothingly. You prayed that you weren’t doing anything wrong.

He hummed as you rubbed patterns onto it. Although you were sure he could barely feel it, you saw him relaxing. There was silence for several minutes.

“Why are you so kind?” he said.

“Huh?” You did your best to peek around to look at his face.

“How can humans be like this? At least you and the ones you talk about. Those small humans, no matter how well they proformed with their research, were praised. And how can other humans get along well enough to be allies despite having separate territories and governments? How can anyone do anything for someone else without expected anything in return.” He turned his helm to you. “Unless there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“No?” You tilted your head in confusion. “I just wanted to because it was the nice thing to do?”

“How? Why?” He turned his whole body, leaving your hands floating in the air. “Why are you always so nice to me? Has it ever occurred to you that you would get nothing in return? Especially from a grounded Decepticon defect?”

“I’m not looking for anything in return,” you started calmly. “I might get to learn about cybertronians, and do some cool things with you. And I get to spend time with you. I get that in exchange, but I’m not expecting anything more. Can you please accept that there are some people who are just nice? Who actually like you and want what’s best for you?”

His face twisted, as if about to argue. But paused, like he had never considered that before. He opened his mouth again, but closed it again, when no words would come out.

He eventually sighed. “I suppose I’ll simply have to trust you,” he said softly. He stared at you closely. “Your hair dried.”  

You suddenly remembered it had been wet from the sprinklers. He reached out and touched your hair, letting it fall on his talons.  Then he flinched back. “Uh… apologies.”

You reached out to pull his finger close to you and hug it. “It’s okay.” You smiled. “I like it.”

Starscream appeared shocked by this, but relaxed and smiled. A genuine smile.

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Hi! I loved your last ask. Do you think you could do mtmte Helex and Vos when their artist human s/o draws them? Thank you so much I love your writing!

mzncjajsksk eeeeee it's my first DJD ask with one of my all time favorite mechs Vos!!! And Helex!! God i love this!!

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Vos

This feral shit head

He came running in and practically pounced on you. You were surprised when you woke up and he wasn't there watching over you. You were never fully sure if it was a kink thing or a protective thing, but, you were glad he was so fascinated with you?

You moved aside just in time and you managed to some how not get crushed, or break a rib like last time.

You could almost feel the smile on that danced around on his lips as you told him to go wash off. He was obviously on a mission as he was practically covered in already souring cybertronian blood and biological matter.

He looked at your small figure wrapped up in a blanket and looked at the cloth that hung from you, questioning why you wore them stating that you were much prettier without them. You wondered how he would know that but then again he's probably always watching you.

You told him to go clean up again and like a child he stood up and groaned something in old cybertronian dramatically looking over his shoulder to see if you had changed your mind.

You hadn't.

When said little shit was finally done scrubbing himself clean he darted back to the other end of the ship and wanted to scare you until he noticed you were scribbling in that little pad again.

Recently you hadn't been showing him what you were working on but when he made you jump or make a mistake he you would whip around and start scolding him. And Kaon would start to laugh calling you a feisty little thing.

When you leaned up and furrowed your brows, sticking your tounge out slightly he was reminded of why he fell so hard for you.

He darted over to you and draped himself over your bed like a giant cat. Hehe thats a reference to the djd discord from earlier

You smiled and started laughing at his antics.

You asked him if he wanted to see what you were working on and his helm shot straight up and around at you as he began to nod.

You giggled again you held out your sketchbook and he grabbed it surprisingly gently.

He practically started to vibrate as he looked at the sketch.

You grabbed the sketchbook from his skinny hand and held it up to his face.

You snapped a picture and sent it to a group chat.

You stood up and pecked his mouth gaurd, a quiet I love you leaving your lips before you leaned your head againt the bride of his nose.

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Helex

You smiled as you felt heat arise behind you.

You're giant robot boyfriend scooped you up and held you close you his face.

"What'cha workin' on, Tiny?

You smiled gently

"Not much iron-giant."

You spun yourself around in the palm of his hand ane held up your sketchbook.

"It looks just like you!"

He snagged your sketchpad out of your hands in a teasing manner.

He looked at the tiny book and his smile fell.

"Ohhhhh, it looks just like me does it?

You burst out into laughter as he spun the book around and a sketck of a dumpster was scribbled onto the page.

He brought you closer to his face with a smirk.

"Oh boy Tiny." He began in a teasing manner "you're really pushing your limits tonight, huh?"

You smiled at him and sat upright.

"Oh my god, you're face!! I wish i caught that one on camera!! Either way!" You spoke breathlessly "hand the damn thing over I have something to show you."

The blue and gold bot looked at you with a questioning look.

"What is it? Another sketch of me as a garbage bin?"

You chuckled, "no, smart ass." You flipped through a few pages and landed on one in particular, almost like you had done this a million times. He was so caught up in your movements and smile that he didn't notice that you held your pad up and snapped a picture of him.

You smiled as you called his name and spun the book again.

He looked down at it and smiled. Not sadistically, or sarcastically, but softly. He looked at you and brought pecked you on the cheek.

That was alp you needed to feel like you were on cloud nine.

You smiled dorkily at him and pecked his lips before hitting the send button on your phone.

Now everyone could see how much he loved you.

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Wait these were actually so much fun to write omg 🥺🥺 thank you so much for these. Todays Kaon monday so i should write something. Or wait for a kaon request lmao. Tomorrow's Tarn Tuesday so maybe i'll do something for him bc ✨no class✨

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Tales From Iacon - Part 1: Kalos

A/N:

-Set in the Aligned continuity! Specifically, TFP :3

-Ik this translates to something like "noble" or "good" in Greek and this is the title because of the character you're gonna meet (just someone I came up with on the spot,,,,please don't get mad if theres already someone like that in TF I swear I did not intend to copy anyone's stuff—) and also because of the "goodness" and "nobility" in the ultimate message of his character's existence, as well as a reference to the idea of the cause for equality on Cybertron and all. Idk that probably doesn't make sense. It made more sense in my head!!!! OK anyway,,

-Please forgive me for typos or atrocious grammar things idk most of this was written at 4 am because I couldn't sleep also sorry if it's incoherent or boring or ooc please have mercy on me I just wanted to have some fun and write about these two because I love them--

-Also this is originally from my wattpad! (@/kunixjiro if you’re interested in my other stories as well) I will be updating chapters as I write them both there and here <3 </p>

 -I tried to use to terms that are specific to Cybertronian lingo. Please forgive me if there are any mistakes with the usages; I looked them up and tried to do some research based off a few of the books I have, but then again, I might have mistaken them to mean something else. Either way, pls leave a comment if you want me to explain what something means. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy the story! :D

/ / /

The sky was a perfect, clear blue.

White wisps of clouds floated in the sky at a carefree pace.

Yet, said clouds did not mar the color of the sky—the beautiful, blue sky.

Sitting far below, on a bench in a park in Iacon City, Orion Pax stared up at it. He contemplated the shapes of the clouds, wondering what exactly they reminded him of. Regardless of success in such an endeavor (or not), Orion found absolute peace in quietly contemplating nature around him.

He was therefore contented at present. Right then and there, Orion would have been more than happy to stay for centuries to come.

The sky is, after all, endless. Much more than what his small optics could see was beyond.

That thought alone excited his scholarly curiosity. Planets, life, solar systems! So much left to find in such a great, big universe. Orion shut his eyes and smiled. How wonderful it is, this day. Thank you, great Primus, for creating such a lovely place. He opened his eyes again to survey the world presently before him.

Closest to his bench, Orion saw a group of sparklings playing catch. He shifted his gaze to his right, seeing two adolescent bots walking together, giggling carefreely. To his left was an older bot, manning his small "Energon Cube-sugar" station with a contented smile. Someone was reading a book on another bench. Over at the far side of the grass was a dancer showing off their skills to some music as onlookers cheered encouragingly. Outside the grassy clearing, many more citizens of Iacon moved about—to work or to play Orion did not know, but nonetheless, the world was alive around him.

Megatronus is taking quite a long while to show up. I know he is often otherwise engaged with matters in his political or gladiatorial life...though I wonder if he even remembered...

Orion picked up his holopad and began scrolling through his assignment calendar while he waited. Nothing had been updated, so Orion sighed a little and shut off the device, returning his gaze to the sky.

He wondered why he hadn't brought the pad that had books to read on it.

Megatronus...please don't tell me you actually forgot again—

"Pax!"

At the sound of his name, Orion jolted a little. He smiled to himself as he saw Megatronus's large figure striding through the park, across the clearing to his bench. Well, I guess I was wrong.

When the silver-and-burgundy-plated bot reached him, Orion stood up to greet him.

"Still alive after all those matches in the rink?" He joked lightly. Megatronus grinned playfully.

"Still alive after all those exams?" Orion widened his eyes in slight surprise, then they shared a laugh. "Well, I see how it is. I am pleased to see you are well." Megatronus extended a servo.

Taking it, Orion replied, "Thank you. It is good that you are, also."

They sat down.

Originally, Orion had wanted to talk about philosophy regarding the societal structures of Cybertron, which both of them had qualms with at present. However, after Orion had gotten food from the stand nearby, and the pair had begun discussing interesting sights Iacon had to offer...

"I can show you the very store I purchased this from," Orion gestured to the holopad in his hand. "It has a wide variety of tools, as well as a wider range of prices." Megatronus perked up a little at the second statement. "The shopkeeper is a nice, old bot."

"Is he, now?" The gladiator leaned back and stared at the sky, considering whether it would be a good idea or not. His eyes were lit with a strange mix of inquiry, annoyance, and amusement. "Would he permit a lower caste bot into his store, Orion? According to society, I should not be in this city at all, anyway."

"With me, he most likely will." Orion answered firmly. He then frowned. "And don't say that, Megatronus. You and I both know that anybot belongs anywhere they please. Freedom is a basic right of all, is it not?"

Megatronus gave his friend a sideways look, the corner of his mouth twisted into a wry smile.

"Huh."

Orion sighed, then elaborated a little bit. "His name is Kalos and he has been a kind bot for all the time I have known him. I have never seen him raise his voice or say harsh things. In fact, he's been to Iacon once or twice, and he and Alpha Trion are friends."

As he spoke, Orion realized just how silly it was starting to sound—that he would know just how a lower-caste bot like Megatronus would be received at an upper-caste level store in Iacon. As an archivist at Iacon Hall of Records, as well as a scholar, it would stand to reason Orion had never seen Kalos be disrespectful or harsh to him—even if Orion was still not part of the upper-caste classes. It was true that he was not explicitly owed respect as per the society's standards.

However, it wasn't impossible that the people of Iacon were kind souls on their own.

I feel as though he is a kind bot regardless of caste. Things could still go well.

"I suppose the only way to know is to go and see for oneself." Megatronus's voice pulled Orion out of his thoughts. He turned to see Megatronus standing up. "Lead the way, Pax."

Orion nodded, smiling a little himself as he rose from the bench. "If we get in with no trouble, I can use my card to get something for you. After all, you traveled such a distance to meet me and I earned a little from —"

Megatronus laughed a little, placing a servo on his friend's shoulder.

"If we get in. Though..." He paused as if to say something, then shook his head. He patted Orion's shoulder gently. "Thank you just as well, Orion."

The young archivist tapped Megatronus's arm as a return gesture. "Anytime, Megatronus."

/ / /

As it was a rather calm day on the streets, Orion and Megatronus met little traffic of people as they walked, all the while discussing mostly inconsequential things. They arrived at the threshold of the store within about 4 units.

Upon reaching it, Orion immediately drifted from Megatronus mid-speech to go stare at the display window. He remembered that Kalos often put in updated editions of things or entirely new items behind the glass, and wondered if there was anything new today.

Megatronus raised an eyebrow in curiosity, drawing closer to the window. He was amazed by all the little things in the window. Even if he didn't know what they were or what they did, he was still happy to look at the items anyway.

"These are such nice looking things, aren't they?" Orion commented as his gaze jumped from one thing to the next. Megatronus sighed lightly.

"Back on Kaon, there are no such stores as this one. We do not have much there, anyway." He murmured quietly. Nor Shanix enough to buy anything if indeed such stores existed.

Orion immediately felt bad and turned to say something to apologize, but when he saw Megatronus, he was relieved. His friend had a calm and light expression on his face as he stared at the display.

"Go in?"

"Let's."

Orion moved away from the display and walked through the front door. Megatronus followed cautiously behind, shifting his gaze from side to side at the clean, organized shelves and tables.

It was his first time in such a nicely kept store. He was content to be there even for a second.

Even if moments from now, this "Kalos" asks me my profession and I am thrown out for not following caste rules—

"Megatronus, come!" Orion called. He was standing by a small table in the back, upon which a few variations of the holopad he owned were placed neatly beside one another. On a paper below the table were listed the prices. As Megatronus drew closer, he made a noise of interest at the fair price for each device.

Though I don't have enough for anything, these seem proportionate. Not too much, yet not too little. Interesting.

Orion watched Megatronus as he leaned in to observe the details of the pads, then without saying anything, swiveled around to look at the other things on the walls.

He had such a large figure, Orion was a little worried he would accidentally knock something over. But, then again, Megatronus was not clumsy. Orion decided it would be safe if he walked to another part of the store and let his friend browse at his own discretion.

"Ahh, Orion! It is nice to see you again." The kind voice belonged to the bot walking down the aisle. Orion turned to greet the bot, smiling warmly.

"It is nice to see you as well, Kalos. The display outside looked wonderful as always." The old shopkeeper chuckled, patting Orion's back. His plating of many shades of green looked quite shiny, Orion noted internally.

"I had hoped it would! It pleases me that you enjoyed it."

They both turned at the sound of footsteps coming down the opposite side of the aisle. Megatronus was about to say something, but stopped as soon as he saw Kalos. His demeanor changed and became more guarded almost immediately—Orion sensed it.

"Good afternoon. You are Kalos?" Megatronus came to a halt next to Orion. Kalos smiled, nodding.

"That is me, indeed! Welcome to my store. I haven't seen you here before, are you new to the town as a resident, sir?"

"I am not..." Megatronus stared at the ground until Orion nudged him discreetly.

"Ah! Traveling from another city, then! How interesting." Kalos had the purest look of kindness in his entire demeanor. Megatronus took note of this. He could see why Orion had suggested things would go well.

"Yes..." He turned to Orion to see if the archivist could introduce him instead. Orion took the cue and made a gesture to Megatronus.

"This is a good friend of mine from Kaon City. His name is Megatronus."

Externally, Megatronus and Orion remained completely calm, but internally, they were waiting for something bad to happen.

...nothing did.

Kalos, without missing a beat, clapped his hands together. "Welcome to Iacon, Megatronus! Kaon is such a long way, and you have traveled far. Thank you for coming into my store!" He seemed not to care. Orion was relieved, though he did not show it.

Megatronus was shocked, but he simply laughed a little and thanked Kalos.

Minutes later, Megatronus had said his goodbyes and left the store to wait outside. Orion was at the checkout, thinking quietly about how he had been right (and how glad he was that he had been).

"Lost in thought, Orion?" Kalos began working the register. "I know who that bot is." He started quietly. Orion immediately felt his stomach churn. Oh no. He could report both of us—

"I agree with what he says. The idea of true equality and the end of this caste system—I always have. What kind of a world would this be if we were to pick and choose who gets our kindness and respect because they were born one way or another?" He shook his head and chuckled as Orion simply stared in complete shock.

Well...I did not expect this, for sure...

"You're probably wondering why an old bot like me would go with the new order rather than the old..." He handed the bag to the young scholar with a smile. "I think with all the wisdom I've gathered from my time alive, I'd be an utter fool not to see corruption when it happens. And I'm sure you believe the same as me."

Orion nodded slowly. He had an entirely new respect for Kalos.

What a great bot...he really is kind on his own.

The green-plated shopkeeper extended a servo and patted Orion's chest lightly, then drew it away and placed it on his own chest.

"That's all that matters in a bot, really. If Primus gave one to each and every bot alive, then it only makes sense that....Primus meant to say we all belong."

/ / /

Kalos stood at his shop's threshold and waved at Orion and Megatronus as they began to walk away. Orion turned and waved back.

"Thank you again, Kalos! See you soon!"

"Anytime, Orion! And Megatronus," The silver-burgundy bot turned at his name. "Safe travels back home! Come again sometime!"

Megatronus smiled back. He waved.

The pair made their way back to the entrance at Iacon, arriving just as the sun was going down.

Iacon was lit warm gold and pinkish silver as the rays of the sun touched the metal and sunk behind the great mountains in the distance. The sky above was painted a vibrant spray of colors, as if to dance one last time before the darkness of majestic, navy night came upon it.

"Here, Megatronus." Orion handed him the bag. "Don't break it." He joked, a trace of a grin on his face. His friend smirked.

"I'll only bring it when I fight lower-level threats." He shot back. They laughed.

Megatronus held it up to the sunlight, to look at the intricacy of the device. It was very elegant, just as the rest of the store had been. And Kalos...Orion didn't want to tell him yet what they had spoken about, but Megatronus sensed that Kalos was someone he could trust.

As Orion had put it, a true, kind-sparked individual.

"Thank you, Pax. I will take care of this and...try not to break it."

"You're welcome. Thank you for coming all the way here to Iacon. I...hope we can meet again soon, Megatronus." Orion and Megatronus shook hands.

As Megatronus turned to leave, he stopped, remembering something.

"Orion. I do have one question about this..." Orion tilted his head to the side a little.

Megatronus activated it. "How...exactly does this work, beyond activation?"

"Do you mean what can it be purposed for?"

"No, I mean.....I don't exactly know....how to use it...."

Silence hung in the air for a nanosecond or two, and then both of them burst into laughter.

The light of the sky shone on their plating, coating them in its soft, golden, pinkish light as they laughed together over such a silly thing.

Together, as good friends in the midst of the brewing troubles of Cybertron.

Laughing at how Megatronus now owned a holopad he had no clue how to use.

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