#kaon was a protester before war

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Tormented by a bot

[yourplaywright]

Snippet of TwoBees!

Yes....... I have started and I bring a small present for you...

Under the cut for easy scrolling, @yuukirita for this brainrot that has grabbed onto my poor brain.

Once he’s far enough, he demagnetises his symbol and flips it around (careful not to look too hard at his chest), the purple face of Megatronus greeting him when he sticks it back on.

It’s an open secret, really. Despite some grumbles and vocal protests from Prowl, Optimus made the decision that ‘B-127 should not have to choose between his friends; he may come and go as he pleases, he is an Autobot at spark.’

Really, it’s nepotism at it’s finest. Or, at least, that’s what Starscream says behind his back in a stage whisper.

He practices his smile.

The Decepticon base proper is located in Kaon, but there’s a smaller satellite one that’s not too far. Shockwave was very insistent about the location remaining a secret and B pinky promised! He uses his field to do a perimeter check like he was taught, making sure he’s not being watched or followed before he transforms again and heads towards their base.

Calling it a war is silly, in B’s opinion, despite what the older members of the High guard wanted. It’s a bunch of skirmishes and squabbles more akin to newbuilds arguing over who gets what flavour of energon than anything serious. Nobody died, even though his knife hands might’ve cut one or two people up.

(Okay, a lot, but in his defence, there’s a surprising amount of mechs on both sides who just… target him? It used to be scary, but it’s just dipped into annoying.)

Knife hands! He loved those things. He adds it to his mental happy box for the day, tucking the files between Optimus’ laugh and winning a round of Wreckers: Kingdom Come just before he fell into recharge. 

Long drives aren’t the worst. It’s not even a long drive, really, long is the journey between Iacon and Kaon, that’s the worst. Still, out here, it’s just him and the unpaved ground beneath his tyres. It’s quiet. Not silent, but quiet. And quiet is fine, but…

With a delighted giggle, he activates his new radio, turning it to the rock channel. Blaster was good at what he does, and Soundwave’s modifications made it even better.

The drive is peppy and filled with good music and he’s approaching the base before he realises it. He crests the hill overlooking it, letting out a whoop as he gets to coast down, his favourite part. 

B transforms midway down, landing on his pedes as he slides across the ground. 

“You’ve got better at that,” Megatron says, already standing at the bottom. His smile is amused, watching as B claps with excitement. “Please go calm the twins, Starscream shut them in a storage locker somewhere.”

“Oh, scrap,” is B’s intelligent response, giving a quick wave to Megatron as he enters the base to look for the twins. Knowing Starscream, he probably put them somewhere far back…

He stops, squeezing his eyes shut and spreading his field out. It’s harder to focus on specifics, gently brushing over the mechs in the base as their fields respond. Ideally, he’d be able to do it without detection, but little steps! Thundercracker sends him a little ‘hello’ along with Skywarp’s giddy ‘welcome!!’ and though they’re so nice to hear from, it’s not quite who he wants…

There.

Rumble and Frenzy buzz with an energy that is very distinctly, well, Rumble and Frenzy. Despite being around for era of the Thirteen, they’re still just as hyper as newbuilds in a sweets store.

See! Happiness! Nothing could ever go wrong here...

[theoceanoasis]

I have a lot of ideas 💡╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

It tells the story of two enemy kingdoms, the Desepticon kingdom and the Autobot kingdom, in these there were two princes who after an invasion to their kingdoms joined forces to defeat the invaders.

Unfortunately after their victory the kingdoms had to be divided and with them the two princes who fell in love, stories are told that both could not be separated they took their lives to be together in death.

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The children are not happy with the end of the story, but they do not know that they are part of the tragic love story of the princes jsjsjsjsjsjsjsjsjs.

Soundwave and Hod Rod fake their death to escape deep into the forest and live happily ever after with their family.

"Tell us a story."

"Please tell us a story."

"Only if you two go to bed."

"We will."

"We promise."

Their sparklings climbed into bed, looking at them eagerly. He sat at the foot of the bed and began telling a story.

"A long time ago in a kingdom far away, there was a prince. He was third in line for the throne of Iacon. For most of his life, he lived in the shadows, seen only as a spare.

Until one day, his life suddenly changed. The kingdom of Iacon was attacked. People began to go missing. At first, they thought it was the kingdom of Kaon. The two kingdoms had been at war for a long time and were sworn enemies.

However, it seemed they had a new enemy because the same thing was happening in their kingdom. At first, they blamed each other until they realized neither of them was the enemy. After the kings of their kingdoms were taken, they were forced to work together.

The third prince of Iacon was forced to save his home and ended up meeting the prince of Kaon.

At first, the two didn't get along. Their kingdoms were enemies after all, and the two fought often. However, they slowly began to trust each other, and a friendship was born that later became so much more.

Working together, they freed their people and rescued the kings. They thought the war was over and wanted to reveal their relationship and usher in a new world of peace.

However, the kings were stubborn and refused to listen. They decided peace was only temporary and started to build large walls. They planned to prevent either kingdom from ever visiting each other again.

The two princes were heartbroken, for they had fallen in love and could not bear to be separated. Their parents had found matches for them and wanted them both to get married to other people. Scared they'd never see each other again and unwilling to marry someone they didn't love. Both of them took their lives together so that they could be together forever.

The twins stared both of them voicing their protests.

"That was a horrible ending."

"No, they should have lived happily ever after."

Smiling, he kissed his kids goodnight and left the room, ignoring their complaints. Out in the hall, he ran into Soundwave, who'd been listening in after doing the dishes.

He pulled him into his arms, and he smiled.

"Did you like the story?"

"Yes, although I think that ending wasn't quite right. After all, the princes only faked their deaths. Before running away together and starting their own family far away from both kingdoms and anyone who would judge them."

"I suppose you're right."

They kissed each other again, and Hot Rod snuggled against Sounwave, happy they'd gotten their happily ever after.

[cosmics-beings]

to me at least it's always interesting seeing people condemn megatron for starting his revolt, especially when looking at tfp or idw megatron. while i really can't excuse the shitfire the deception movement became, people getting mad at him or not really understanding why megatron snapped or why he was angry at opitmus in prime for getting the primeship or why he went violent in idw...it just shows that a lot of people don't understand a) that he was a slave and b.) revolutions aren't really won peacefully.

but going back to point a.), especially in prime, the alternative for megatron was either fighting in the gladiatorial pit until he was eventually killed, or going back to slavery. while he did get his glory in the rings of kaon, there was still very much a dynamic of, he had to do this, and eventually die doing it and before that, he was a miner, a slave.

when megatron invited optimus into his space and taught him, he was very vulnerable and allowed an outsider, someone who had privilege over him, to be in his circle and to be close to him. someone who understood the oppression he faced by the primes and by the caste system, someone who was still privileged, but someone who he trusted. and someone who also knew what he had to lose if he didn't win his revolution, or if he wasn't given the position of the prime. and more importantly, megtaron assumed that optimus was someone who understood that peaceful protests and activism weren't going to work for someone like him, a slave. so mind you, when it came down to it, and opitmus was seen as the better candidate for a prime simply because he was peaceful and megatron wasn't...well...shit i'd lost my shit too. because again, the alternatives for megatron in his mind, if he did not become a prime, were slavery - whether a miner or gladiator. optimus had nothing to lose, no stakes in the same way megatron did.

so of course he snapped, of course he went evil. people try to frame it as "he started getting violent because he was upset that optimus got what he wanted' and no that wasn't the case at all. it was far more than it being something he wanted, it was something he needed. something that was going to grant him freedom and happiness and the ability to make a difference. mind you, i'd snap too.

idw is similiar. he had to make a revolt, he was a slave. he had tried peace and it didn't work, in fact whirl beat the shit out of him for being peaceful and that radicalized him. but then people feel bad for whirl

it's always interesting to me, to see fans tend to brush over why he did what he did, or call him selfish or stupid and not realizing that his freedom and bodily autonomy was on the line. this is REALLY shown in IDW.

in idw if he was caught and if he wasn't executed or imprisoned, they'd probably fuck with his mind to make him a slave again.

i say as I'm writing a fic with this premise and he is eventually broken out of that and given help and support by people he loves and the revolution is started differently

anyway, this isn't an excuse for how he completely falls off later. he becomes a tyrant, a facists, and oppressor he becomes everything he hated if not worse, much worse. and he needs to be stopped. he doesn't care about the war, that much is extremely clear in both idw and tfp. he only cares about getting to optimus, making him hurt, making him hate/blame himself, killing those close to optimus and continuously ruining his life. in idw CLEARLY he changes and becomes a good person. in tfp...eh...

but my point is, i don't think people really understand that his bodily autonomy and rights were on the line.

do i think some stuff can be said about how harmful the oppressed oppressor narrative is, yes, but that's not for this post.

[theforestghost]

The Consort and The Warlord Ch9

Summary: Megatron uses the All Spark to gain access to Cybertron and demands a peace treaty. An Autobot Consort is offered and Optimus is chosen. A Bonding Ceremony takes place and now Optimus has three vorn to figure out exactly what Megatron wants to do with Cybertron.

Pairing: Optimus Prime x Megatron

Continuity: Animated

Status: Ongoing

Two vorn has gone by far faster than Optimus had ever anticipated. He'd spent most of his time focusing on the Tour Guide project that Megatron had assigned him and it had completely overwhelmed him at first. After doing research on guided tours held at other cities, Optimus found out that just having someone show civilians around would not be enough. He needed fliers, brochures, rules and legal agreements, a business license, documents for hiring guides, a clear path for the guides to take, written permission from each location, what to do in case of an emergency, training the guides on any questions mecha might have. His processor was about to explode with every little detail he needed to keep in mind of. 

More than once Megatron had had to drag Optimus to the berth for recharge during the planning. Optimus of course protested but Megatron usually won when he picked Optimus up and very easily carried him to the berth. Optimus would have been embarrassed at the mech-handling but was usually too tired at that point to properly argue. He'd usually he out the moment his helm hit the berth and he'd wake up cuddled up against Megatron. Something Optimus was minding less and less with each cycle. The warlord actually faced him as they recharged and it wouldn't be uncommon for Optimus to wake, curled up into Megatron's chassis and the warlord's large arm draped across him gently. In all honesty, Optimis found it very nice to sleep next to another mech, it was warm.

While Optimus' project had many bumps along the way, the rest of Kaon was basically ready for new mecha to move in. The hospital had been built and even Ratchet had given his all clear on it. He was intending to give the new medics there some crash courses due to their Decepticon origins but Ratchet had been adamant about remaining in the tower as a medic there. He said he'd only move to the hospital if it turned out they really needed him. Not even a decavorn after the hospital opened, Ratchet was proven to be needed and ended up relocating. The old medic was cussing the entire time but Optimus swore he saw Ratchet smile at one point; he hadn't had his own clinic since the war after all. 

Ratchet was going to move into one of many housing units in Kaon. Strika had built many of them, some for warframes and some for civilians to make it easier for all of them. She'd managed to get three separate units up in time for the opening of Kaon, much to everyone's delight. Ratchet had gotten a warframe housing unit near the hospital and Optimus had been curious about it when he visited. That was until the Decepticon named Deadlock came out of a room asking Ratchet where he wanted the berth. Ratchet gave a look that said Deadlock was none of his business and Optimus agreed with him.  

Ratchet wasn't the only one who'd begun to settle down completely, Bumblebee had taken up racing along the empty streets of Kaon with Knockout and it turned out that the two racers had a group of sorts that bet on them and cheered them on. Optimus had managed to catch one of their races and realized that when Bumblebee had been playing around in the halls before, he'd truly been playing. The speeds the yellow bot and Knockout were reaching as they sped across open road was far faster than anything Optimus had seen. It was loud, it was fast and each drift and turn made it seem like they would crash, only to keep perfect control. Optimus had felt himself getting worked up with the crowd as he realized that this was what racers were meant to do. 

The only bot that Optimus hadn't been able to get in touch with during the last two vorn had been Bulkhead. The mech had been locked up in the Science Department, working on the ground bridge project and nothing else. Bulkhead did try to send them a message every couple of cycles, saying he was okay and apologizing for being absent. It was a bit quieter without the large green mech around but Optimus was happy that the mech was keeping busy. 

Now Kaon was ready for visitors, the Tour Guide project was done and it was time to head to Iacon for a quarterly meeting that Optimus had completely forgotten about. Cycles before they left, both Optimus and Megatron had been working to make sure there wouldn't be any problems while both of then were gone for a few cycles. Especially since the day after they came back was Opening Day. That alone made Optimus' tanks clench, remembering that he had to make a report to Ultra Magnus made them knot.

Sitting in the same space shuttle that they took to the Temple of Primus, Optimus frantically went over the datapad with his entire report on it. He needed to make sure that there no spelling mistakes and that the grammar was good. Megatron chuckled at the flustered prime and Optimus glared at him.

"It's not funny!" Optimus said defensively. "Ultra Magnus is strict when it comes to proper etiquette in reports."

"I am aware of his strictness but I am amused by the expression you are making." Megatron said. Optimus frowned, his derma forming an adorable pout that made Megatron grin. 

"Good to know my Bonded enjoys my misery." Optimus huffed. Megatron chuckled again and swiped the datapad from the Prime's servos. "Hey! Give it back!"

Optimus reached for the datapad, but while seated, he had no chance of reaching it where Megatron held it high above their helms. Optimus huffed, stood up and moved between Megatron's thighs and reached up, only to be several helms short. He was trying not to touch Megatron out of politeness, but when the warlord gave him a mean smirk, Optimus had enough. 

"I will climb you." Optimus said, optic ridges furrowed.

"I'd like to see you try." Megatron goaded.

Optimus gave Megatron a look before bracing his pede on the little bit of the chair seat visible and using that to push himself up. Now standing haphazardly, Optimus grabbed Megatron's outstretched arm with one servo while his other brushed against the bottom of the datapad. Lifting himself up just a bit, Optimus nearly got his digits on it when the shuttle suddenly lurched and he lost his balance. His pede were lost as he felt himself fall and embraced in something solid that barely budged as the shuttle shook and settled in a familiar landing motion.

Opening his optics, Optimus found himself on Megatron's lap, the Warlord securing him against his chassis with both arms. Noticing that the datapad was right beside him, Optimus plucked it from the unsuspecting warframe and stored it into his subspace. Megatron just seemed amused by the act and helped Optimus back onto his pede. Once he was sure that the smaller bot was not going to go toppling again, Megatron stood as well. 

"It seems we have arrived at Iacon." Megatron stated, going to the front or the shuttle to speak with their pilot.

Optimus peeked outside the windows and found that they had been docked at the private docks of Fortress Maximus. A number of Autobots stood in rank right outside the building door and the familiar figure of Ultra Magnus standing center caught Optimus' attention. Hopefully it meant good things when the Autobot Leader came out to greet them personally. 

Megatron came up behind Optimus and opened the hatch release. Jumping out due to the lack of steps, Megatron ignored the shuffling of pede across the docking platforn. He turned to offer his servo toOptimus, knowing that his little consort could easily jump down but deciding that he would show how much of a gentlemech he could be. Optimus didn't even hesitate to take his servo, putting his weight on it as he hopped down much more gracefully than Megatron had. Optimus let go of his servo once on the ground but Megatron decided to move that servo to his back struts as he led Optimus to the Autobots.

Ultra Magnus took two steps forward when Megatron stopped a respectful distance away. The warlord did not fail to notice the way the Magnus' optics traced of Optimus' frame, as if he was trying to find a single dent or scratch that could incriminate Megatron. Optimus didn't seem to notice this as he gave Ultra Magnus a proper salute and stood a bit straighter, while still beside Megatron.

"It is good to see you have arrived safely." Ultra Magnus stated, his optics on Optimus who gave him a polite nod.

"I am surprised that you came to greet us yourself, Ultra Magnus." Megatron stated. It made the Autobot Leader turn to him.

"It was deemed necessary." Ultra Magnus stated. He stood a bit taller, his armor bristled as he narrowed his optics at rhe warlord before turning on his pede. "The meeting will be held immediately."

The meeting took up most of the morning and went much quieter than Optimus had expected. Council members muttered amongst themselves as they went over the documents and reports that both Megatron and Optimus had provided. They even asked questions about the availability of the ground bridge project and the fuel formula that Blackarachnia had created. When Megatron offered a fair trade for the latter and an open use policy on the ground bridge once stabilized, many were near giddy. Some voiced the same concerns as Starscream with the ground bridges being used to invade but Megatron assured them that they had no intention of starting another war. Some lower council members even mentioned how Autobot civilians were eager to view the Decepticon city in a few cycles time. 

Once everything was looked over, the Council decided to finish for the cycle, electing to finish in the next cycle. Many agreed, and Optimus noticed Megatron hold back his frustration since the cons typically held their meetings in one setting. They left quietly however, exiting the massive meeting room from a public door. Ultra Magnus had met them at the door, his attention on Optimus. 

"I need to speak with Optimus, in private." Ultra Magnus stated. 

"Do you intend to take away private time with my consort?" Megatron asked, his voice a gentle tease.

"He is my Prime before he is your consort." Ultra Magnus snapped, catching both of them off guard. "Follow me, Optimus."

Optimus gave Megarron an apologetic look and a small wave before following behind Ultra Magnus. The large Magnus walked at a steady and practiced pace, a great deal of grace and dignity in each step he took. Optimus followed with a respectful distance behind him, arms at his side, chassis out and helm up to the watch back strut of his leader. The position was a habit, practiced for stellar cycles, but now it felt a bit uncomfortable. How long had he gone without having to use this proper posture? 

Optimus was led to Ultra Magnus' office and was gestured inside. He had been here a servoful of times before and like always, it was minimally filled, a large and neat desk, shelves for datapads, a side desk for Ultra Magnus' secretary and a seating area to the side with two large chairs and a small table. With the door locking behind him, Optimus was led to the seating area and sat down.

"You are able to speak freely now." Ultra Magnus said as he took a seat. The Magnus Hammer was set aside and he sat up straight to look Optimus in the optic. The mech looked confused.

"Excuse me, sir?" Optimus asked, digits tangled together on his knee.

"That dastard cannot hear you here." Ultra Magnus continued. "Please, Optimus, what has he done to you?"

"Nothing!" Optimus sputtered out. "I mean he hasn't done nothing, he's obviously done stuff. He's not neglected but the stuff he's done isn't bad either!"

"Optimus, you need to speak clearly." Ultra Magnus said patiently. 

Optimus let his voice reset and after a few nano-kliks he spoke again. "Megatron has been completely respectful to me these last three vorns." He said with a smile. "I haven't been treated rudely, even the other Decepticons treat me with a level of respect. It's not just me either, my team are integrating really well with them! I think that Megatron truly wants this peace."

Optimus had expected Ultra Magnus to look relieved, but he almost seemed appalled. The old mech had a stern look of disdain that Optimus had never seen before.

"That is not what I wanted to hear." Ultra Magnus stated, looking away as he clenched his servos. 

"Sir, what do you mean?" Optimus asked, leaning a bit closer to his leader. "Isn't this a good thing?"

"Of course it isn't!" Ultra Magnus snapped, shocking Optimus who sat back. "Do you really think the Council will be happy to know that the Decepticons are settling in just fine?"

"B-but at the meeting… they seemed pleased!" Optimus stuttered. 

"They may be pleased but they are still fearful of the Decepticons and preparing for whatever attack they have planned." Ultra Magnus replied.

"But they aren't planning any attack!" Optimus protested, standing up. "All of their focus these last three vorns has been on rebuilding their cities and making them habitable and safe!"

"Yes and I'm sure these tours they've been advertising are perfectly safe!" Ultra Magnus retorted.

"I'm… the one who came up with those…" Optimus said. His shoulders slumped. Had all his hard work gone to waste?

Ultra Magnus looked up at Optimus with optics he couldn't read. Reaching out, the Magnus gripped his prime by both shoulders and met his optics. "Listen to me Optimus, I'm certain that Megatron has coerced you into siding with him somehow but you need to focus. Remember who you are loyal to." He said.

"I'm not coerced! Megatron hasn't harmed me!" Optimus said, his voice less strong than it was before. 

"Then what is this scar?" Ultra Mahnus asked, gently tracing the location on his shoulder pauldron where Megatron had accidentally gone too hard. Though it was healed up, he had never made it to Knockout for a new paint job so the welding was visible.

"It was an accident." Optimus stressed.

"I promised you, that I would help you out of this situation." Ultra Magnus said.

"But I don't need help!" Optimus insisted. "I'm happy with Megatron!"

"That's unacceptable!" Ultra Magnus stood up, his grip getting stronger as he pulled Optimus closer to glare at him. "You are an Autobot! And one of my primes! Your loyalty is to me! I will not accept you running off with our planet's sworn enemy!"

Optimus was shook, staring with wide optics at Ultra Magnus and not realizing that his arms were being dented. Optimus tried to speak, but his voice sputtered out static. 

"Megatron has been abusing you." Ultra Magnus spoke suddenly. He let go of Optimus and turned to face the large window in the office. "You are too terrified to speak in public or to see him anymore and so you are currently under the care of a medic to access your well being. This will be enough to undo your bonding to him. Afterwards you will remain by my side. I need a new secretary and I believe your skills will be beneficial to this position."

Optimus stared at the chair the Magnus had been occupying. He heard everything that was said to him, but he couldn't process it. Why was Ultra Magnus so unaccepting of the Decepticons?

"Why?" Optimus finally managed to speak. Ultra Magnus turned to him and gestured for him to continue. "Why can't you accept that Megatron wants peace?"

"It is not Megatron’s desire for peace that I cannot accept." Ultra Magnus said. He moved back in front of Optimus and used his digits go lift the smaller mechs chin up so they can once again be optic to optic. "It's the fact that he is Bonded to you that I cannot accept."

"W-what!?" Optimus asked in a fluster. 

"I have had my optic on you since I first learned your designation." Ultra Magnus said. "You were the top of your class with scores that rivaled my own. When you managed to become a Prime before you even graduated, I decided then and there thay you would be my consort.

"However, you made a mistake by going Off World and took all the blame for it. I had intended to clear you of all guilt but before I could even speak, you dug your own grave. The leader of a spacebridge repair team was the only thing I could give you and I thought I'd lost all chances of you being able to be mine." Ultra Magnus explained. "Until the Council decided to bond you to Megatron for peace. Then I realized that I could restore your honor as my Prime and have you by my side again. Surely Megatron would treat an Autobot consort poorly which would cause an annulment of the bond. You would become the martyr who survived living with the Decepticons and after a few stellar cycles I could officially take you as my consort with no objections."

Optimus couldn't speak, honestly he didn't know what to say. But he knew what he felt: disbelief, disgust, rage.

"Y-you expected me to just be okay with bonding to you?" Optimus asked. He clenched his servos as his frame shook.

"What reason would you have to reject the offer?" Ultra Magnus said, optics narrowing. 

"My own feelings on the matter, the fact you only wanted me because I'd been successful!" Optimus protested. "Would you even care if I was happy?"

"Of course."

"No, no you wouldn't!" Optimus shouted. "You wanted a trophybot to look good with! That's it!"

"Optimus…" Ultra Magnus was getting impatient. He hadn't expected Optimus to be so hysterical. 

"No!' Optimus interupted. "I'd rather be Bonded to Megatron for the rest of my creation than you!"

The sound resonated to the room, echoing and deafening the sound of Optimis falling, of the chairs being pushed across hard floors, of Ultra Magnus' vents rushing out air. The Magnus had his fist up, level to where Optimus had once been. Optimus was now on the floor, one arm propping him up as his other servo gently touched his cheekplate. The soft surface was hot and swollen and painful to the touch. 

He'd been hit…

Ultra Magnus had hit him…

He'd been punched by his leader…

Optimus looked up at Ultra Magnus and he wondered if the larger mech saw his own anger in his wide optics because he looked away rather quickly. 

"Get out."

Optimus stood quickly, holding his injured cheekplate and exiting Ultra Magnus' office in a haste. He didn't know where he was expected to go, but his pedes moved faster than his processor could think. He took familiar hallways, ignoring looks, ignoring whispers and his own designation being called. He didn't run, he didn't have the energy for it but he walked as fast as he could. Optimus took the path to the only place he might be. 

Megatron had been looking through datapads as he leaned against his shuttle. They'd offered him and Optimus a habsuite for the night but he hadn't been allowed to wait for his consort in the halls so he chose to wait at the docks instead. It was much nicer being outside anyway. 

He could hear the familiar step of Optimus after the door slid open. They were rushed, but Megatron didn't need to look up to know that it was his consort. What he hadn't expected was for Optimus to run straight into him and mutter something Megatron couldn't understand. 

"You must speak clearly, little one." Megatron stated. He froze when Optimus looked up, optics dull and cheekplate swollen. It was cracked slightly, energon shining just under the wound but not spilling out. It was clear that someone had punched Oprimus, and that thought filled Megatron’s chassis with rage. Very carefully, he traced his clawed digits along the edges of the injury, being as gentle as physically possible.

"Who did this to you?"

It was a question and a demand and Optimus knew he should tell but he shook his helm instead. He wanted to forget what happened. He wanted to leave and forget the entire conversation he'd had with his leader.

"It was Ultra Magnus." Megatron said harshly, a growl escaping his vocalizer. "I'll tear his arms off!"

Optimus put his hands out, pushing against Megatrons chassis in an attempt to hold him back. It was enough to cause the warframe to pause.

"Please." Optimus pleaded. "Don't do anything… I-I just want to go home.. back to Kaon…"

Megatron grit his denta but seeing Optimus in this state caused his spark to ache. With a dissatisfied growl, he let his shoulders drop. Optimus let out an ex-vent before Megatron picked him up and held him with one arm. 

"Alright, but know this little one, his actions will not be forgotten." Megatron swore, staring Optimus in the optic. Optimus nodded and settled against Megatron, helm resting against his shoulder. 

Optimus wanted to recharge and never wake up.

[darkest-hour-stories]

Showcase 1 - Ballad in the sea of rust part 2

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Chapter 2 of our story is here!

Chapter 2 - Iacon

“The cities we were given the option to travel to weren’t exactly close or convenient. Mostly it was decided by your caste, what your skills were, and what paid the most. Some went to Iacon, others went to Kaon, others going somewhere just as far. Me and my brother thought we always stayed together, through thick and thin.”

Desperado opened his next chapter in a saloon hall, no one but himself for company. Though he was by himself, he wasn’t alone, for his demons were ever present as he vocally retold his past. 

“Back in those days, before I became this, my name was Buckshot. My brother whom I will only mention in passing however was and I hope still is, the best damn swordsman I had ever met. I set 'em up, using my barrage of bullets to position them perfectly, and a precise cut from my brother knocked ‘em back. At least that’s how it went when we were hunting. Other than that though we worked well as a team, we weren’t as effective. 

Funny thing about being a twin is, you either look like each other or you couldn’t look any more different. Me and my brother were the latter. My brother was a fast paced racing machine who could rival the likes of anyone on Velocitron. Me on the other hand back in those days I was a wise cracking smooth operating sharpshooting transporter. We did a lot of runs to the Iacon hall of records. I would carry the oversized loads and my brother would be my escort car. We were the fastest transportation team in Iacon which granted us a permanent contract. 

Protests by what would become the Decepticons eventually resulted in our job getting replaced with a more secure transport team. As we got closer to the eventual outbreak of war, our jobs dried up more and more due to all the tension. Never quite did forgive those, even the innocent ones, for the trying times they put me and my brother through…”

Desperado said, placing his head down on the saloon bar.

[praxcrown5]

Hooo!  Boy!  It's good to be working on War and Wings stuff, again.   I'm celebrating the 10 year anniversary of my Transformers Prime fanfic: War and Wings.  As part of the celebration, I'm planning to edit each of the chapters, as well as release new artwork for each chapter.  Don't worry; I'm not going to change anything major.  I just want to edit for readability and to close up some plot holes that were missed during the initial release. So, to kick things off, I think it's high time that Io gets her own reference sheet.

 I'm also including an extended biography, since we really don't get to delve much into her backstory in WAW.

Here’s a link to chapter one of the fic (unedited as of right now...but that’ll change once I finish another character ref).

https://www.deviantart.com/praxcrown5/art/War-and-Wings-Chapter-1-part-1-Truth-or-Dare-304027044

Enjoy

Name: Io of Nova Cronum Age: Approximately 250, 000 earth years (by the time WaW starts) Profession: Medic and CaranologistStatus: Offline Eons before the Decepticon/Autobot war, Io studied caranology--a mathematically intensive subdicipline of enerology--under the tutelage of Flash Point and Olefin, two prominent researchers in Nova Cronum.   The two scientists used their power and influence to collect Io as a raw protoform from the Well of Allsparks.  They took the protoform back to their lab and used Olefin's knowledge of protoform matter to shape her body, giving her her first altmode (hovercraft).  She would begin studying caranology as soon as she finished her general education courses at the Iacon Academy.  Within a few dozen vorns, she had advanced so much in the field that 'bots, including her formers, began calling her a "prodigy," and she was sent to the Nova Cronum Research Institution to hone her studies.   She would continue on there until just before the Rust Plague forced Cybertron to destroy it's expansive space bridge network.  With energon supplies dwindling due to rampant use in the ages prior, Io would rejoin her formers and together with a cabal of other scientists, would begin the seemingly impossible task of trying to create synthetic energon.   During the age of Rust, Io would be introduced to the world of underground gladiatorial combat by one of her research partners.  She never participated in any matches, as her body wasn't designed for combat.   However, she would become sympathetic to calls for social equality that were being expounded by bots like councilor Soundwave, Orion Pax and Megatron.  As time went on, the functionism of old began to regain steam, and many bots in the research caste began to draw ever more arbitrary lines between themselves and those whom they considered socially inferior.  When Io's own research cabal began to drift in this direction, Io left in protest.  Her formers didn't want her to go, as they felt that her viewpoints may help influence the rest of the cabal, but ultimately left the decision up to her.  She flew to Kaon where she became a vocal supporter of Megatron and his more radical ideas of social reform. After Halogen's assassination, she would side with Megatron and his "decepticons", hoping that her knowledge of caranology could be put to good use.  However, she soon found out that the 'Cons cared little for what they considered "intellectual pursuits," and after being dismissed by Shockwave, was sent to the Kaon slums to serve as a medic and prostitute.  She was reformatted into a jet to make her more appealing to Decepticon soldiers.   Despite hating her new life, her talents in "medicine" earned her some sympathy from her y'vst, and she was allowed to leave the slums from time to time to practice flying and marksmanship in the nearby Sonic Canyons.  Eventually, her favorable reputation in the slums (combined with a bribe of several thousand shanix) earned her a place in an aerial gladitorial match called the toib'ai'lov Tournament.  She earned high enough marks that she was recruited to the 4th tactical bombing division under Commander Dreadwing, where she would partake in numerous, aerial offensives against Autobot ground forces.  Between battles, her medical skills were still used to "boost morale," and as time went on, she began to wonder if joining the Decepticons was really worth all of the pain. Eventually, the Decepticon front reached Praxis, and the ensuing stalemate saw a pause in the war.  Megatron, furious over the outcome, ordered Bruticus Maxiumus, and a legion of loyal gladiators, to invade Nova Cronum.  The citizens of the city were given an ultimatum:  Join Megatron or die.   The citizens, including Io's formers, held fast to their position of neutrality, and were slaughtered.  The city was shelled until nothing was left in the aftermath but pools of molten slag.   When news of Nova Cronum reached Kaon, Io deflected.  If Megatron was willing to inflict such horrors upon unarmed scientists, what was to stop him from doing the same to his own followers.?  She flew to the ruins of Praxis, ripped out her decepticon insignia in front of the startled Autobots allowed herself to be shackled and carted off to Iacon where she was interrogated by Prowl for nearly three orns.  Once it was discovered that she was a very qualified medic and caranologist, she was sent to the Iacon Academy and assigned to an old scientist named Drive System.  Drive System, suffering from Decepticon prejudice and jealous that Io was more talented of a scientist than him, attempted to blackmail her for her research.  Io, in a blind rage, tries to kill him, but is apprehended quickly and sent to the decagon.  After ten orns of confinement, her probation begins and she is sent to the Iacon Clinic and Triage Facility to serve as Ratchet's shield and assistant.   https://www.deviantart.com/praxcrown5/art/War-and-Wings-Chapter-1-part-1-Truth-or-Dare-304027044

[heliopauseentertainments]

I Survived

For MegOp Week 2021

Prompt Day 2: Throne / Mirror

Continuity: Cyberverse

Rating: General

Relationship: Megatron/Optimus Prime

Characters: Megatron & Optimus Prime

Warnings: Mentions of death/near death, hospital

Summary: In which a hospitalized Megatron wakes up to unexpected company.

Crossposting: In a reblog.

Fic under cut.

Medical equipment beeped a steady rhythm in a private recovery room in Kaon’s one functional hospital. Megatron should have been dead. When he’d last offlined his optics, he had expected the next thing he would see the AllSpark. He hadn’t been ready to die exactly, no, but he hadn’t been frightened of it.

More frustrated than anything.

He had unfinished business, after all.

But when his optics rebooted of their own volition, the inside of a hospital is certainly not what he anticipated. The even pace of the monitoring equipment’s sounds were the first thing he became aware of, even before his optics finished booting up.

His internal chronometer told him it was several days after the last time he was conscious, after he’d taken the hit that he had thought would be what put him in the junkyard at last.

He almost wished he hadn’t woken up. The constant beeping was annoying, an aggravating ceaseless staccato. If he could die out spite just to shut up the machines, he would—A new sound caught his attention, yanking his thoughts free of the beeping. The sounds of uncomfortable, awkward ventilating, the airflow interrupted by a partial blockage.

Someone snored nearby. That was worse than the damned beeping.

Who would have bothered waiting here? For him?

He had no close friends, not anymore, not since before the war. That bridge with Optimus had long since been burned to ash. He was a leader, valued and respected but not loved. This was something he had long since accepted. His lot in life was to be alone in the crowd. No one would wait here if it wasn’t their professional duty to do so.

He turned his head to look at the source of the snoring, to see what fool had thought to ingratiate themselves to the “fallen” warlord. Moving hurt. All of his hydraulics and struts had been rendered stiff from disuse, protesting and creaking through the motion.

Yet, there, at his bedside in a chair that had clearly be brought in just for this purpose, sat Optimus.

Of all mechs.

So… Optimus had saved him after all, save him from a danger he had unintentionally invited into their world.

When his counterpart from that other universe had ripped the stolen Matrix out of his chest, Megatron had thought it was too late. That he’d failed. That they’d all be crushed under his heel. No, not quite his heel. Under the heel of another version of himself, a nightmare of what he could have become. That Optimus would stand no chance alone against a monster unburdened by a moral compass.

Yet Optimus came through. For him. For them all.

He found himself smiling, for once in a great many years without even a hint of Schadenfreude propping it up.

“Megatron!”

Unfortunately, he didn’t notice that Optimus had woken up and seen him. The Prime’s voice was filled with a restrained… joy? Megatron forced an indignant scowl onto his face, hoping that that treacherous smile hadn’t been seen.

“Old friend, you’re finally awake.”

“Apparently. It seems you’ve managed to keep the world from being destroyed without me.”

“Yes, we did. Everything is as it should be, old friend.” Optimus always spoke with such confidence, head held high, as though he was sure of every stupid thing that came out of his mouth.

“Then he’s dead? Yes?”

Optimus narrowed his optics and tilted his head slightly to the side, just a touch, like someone who didn’t want to be seen as confused.

“Is… who dead?”

“Him, Prime, don’t play the idiot. There’s no time. You know very well whom I mean.” His glare was met with a blank, easy stare. “The other me! The one who—“

“Do not worry about him.” Optimus cut him off with a wave of his hand. “Astrotrain has imprisoned him in the multiverse.”

“So he’s not dead….” Megatron’s voice trailed off, hands weakly balling up into fists at his sides. The danger from that mirrored reality still lurked out there somewhere.

“No, but he can’t—“

“He can,” Megatron barked. “When I became stranded in the multiverse with Dead End, jumping from reality to reality, I found a way back. If I can find a way back, he most certainly can. He’s only been stalled.”

The beeping of the monitoring equipment picked up pace.

“He can and he will—“

“You shouldn’t work yourself up like this, old friend.” Optimus leaned forward over the bed and placed a hand on his nemesis’ wrist with all of the awkward gentleness of a mech who rarely touched anyone but wanted to help.

Megatron thought about moving his arm away, recoiling, but he could still hardly move. Truth was that he didn’t even mind the contact. It was familiar even if the last time they amicable contact, outside of the occasional begrudging handshake, was millions of years ago now.

The beeping of the machines slowed back to a easy pace, the monitoring equipment no longer threatening to summon a medical professional.

The old warlord sighed and settled his weight back into the lightly padded medical table. Optimus could win this time, for now. That didn’t keep the thoughts of a monstrous version of himself, rampaging across the planet, at bay. That version would slaughter those he deemed unworthy to serve.

“If you recall, Prime, I mentioned that I could have ended the war before it began. I could have stopped it all. I could have won.”

Optimus nodded, face inscrutable even with the battle mask drawn back. The only thing that could be discerned was a sense of concern. The fool probably thought Megatron had gone out of his processor or was confused by whatever cocktail of medications the physicians had put in his lines.

It had been one decision, one decision that had made all of the difference in the outcome of their lives.

“But at a cost I’m not willing to pay. You are living proof of that. That was the what set us apart, myself and him.” There was a sigh as he slowly, painfully shook his head. Even that paltry labor was too much for the time being. “He paid that cost, eagerly, and he will do it again if given the slightest opportunity.”

That one had already killed Optimus once. He had no doubt tried after thinking he had destroyed the thief who had stolen his ill-gotten Matrix. Clearly this time, they had survived what Megatron had seen in the mirrored universe. There was a chance that the next time they wouldn’t be so lucky.

Megatron had thought, originally, that it was himself he had been selfishly trying to save from the monster he might have become. Looking down at the hand on his wrist, he realized that perhaps it wasn’t himself he had been hoping to save. The warmth of a familiar hand was oddly comforting.

The beeping of the machines in the room slowed.

“If he returns, old friend—” Optimus patted the wrist under his hand. “—We will handle it. When we work together, we are more than capable of it.”

Even if Optimus was probably just spouting some hollow, “inspirational” platitude like he usually did, Megatron hoped, deep down in his code, that the fool was right. And maybe, just maybe, the bridge between them wasn’t quite as burned as he had thought.

[brandwhorestarscream]

The combiner wars timeline is getting moved back, then what takes it place?

Ok it's still not set in stone, but before I go any further, full disclaimer: credit for the idea for this timeline belongs solely to @decepticonsuggestionbox. We're thinking about developing it together, and it's not a guaranteed venture, but I'm really excited for it!

Anyway! The general premise for the new timeline is a self-imposed exodus. The idea is that, after being visited by himself from the future for the first time, Galvatron still develops his obsession with time travel, but. Rather than just taking Terminus and Megatron and fleeing from Kaon, they work with neighbors, colleagues, coworkers. If there's something threatening the newsparks around here, more than just the slave drivers, then he wants to do something about it.

Long story short: with Galvatron at the helm, after awhile the war frames and disposables and "less desirables" stage their own exodus, fleeing from Cybertron in droves both in protest to the horrible way they're treated, and to search out a better life. Cybertron loses between 40 and 70% of it's citizens, and as a result, society and the economy kinda collapses. All of their cheap and expendable labor is gone, and nothing is functional anymore.

As a result, the big bad of this timeline is Sentinel Prime and the functionist council, chasing down the wayward war frames and dragging them back to be mnemosurgeried and repurposed into shadowplayed slaves that can't feel or think for themselves. It's an incredibly dark, gruesome fate, so the exodus bots are scattered to the universe. Some hiding out in little colonies they've made, some constantly travelling like space nomads/pirates.

Also I'd like it to be clear that if this timeline does come to full fruition, it won't take the place of the combiner wars. The combiner wars timeline will still happen, just after the Self Imposed Exodus timeline

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Could we have Kaon fluff with Cybertronian s/o?

“Bath. Now. Both of you.” This was the first thing you said when you saw your conjux and his pet return from yet another successful hunt. While they always came back a lil dirty and maybe dented it had never been something that had bothered you. Until now that is. Because this wasn’t just some specks of dirt on their frames. Oh no, that would be like calling the war a lil scuffle.

“Come on, it’s not that bad” Kaon protested to which you frowned, not that he could see it. “The Pet wanted to play and we ended up wrestling on the ground so we may have gotten a little bit dirty. But we don’t need a bath, a quick shower will do”. Kaon have never liked water, probably since he conducted electricity so he always stayed as far as he could from it. Usually you understood but this time it had gone too far. You gazed upon his frame that was practically caked in mud. You shuddered when you thought about all the mud that must have gotten into his seams and joints. Meanwhile the Pet jumped around you happily, getting dirt everywhere, obviously wanting to be petted but you would do no such thing until it was clean.

“Kaon, darling, cutie, love of my life, you literally look like you took half the planet back with you! You and the Pet are taking a bath, right this instance” When Kaon once again tried to protest you sighed before picking him up bridal style and started carrying him through the ship. The Pet followed after the two of you, tail wagging, while its master loudly complained about the whole ordeal. Not that he tried to get away from you. Kaon loves any sort of physical affection and getting carried around is among his favorites so he couldn’t stop himself from nuzzling you, practically purring.

Finally you reached the washracks. While you all mainly used the showers you had a bathtub, a large one so that even Helex and Tesarus could get in. Gently you put your conjux, who had finally stopped complaining, down in the tub and turned on the water while picking up the Pet and dumping it right next to him. Noticing that you had gotten dirty too while carrying your conjux you sat down behind him, legs circling his waist as you relaxed in the warm water. Kaon had already forgotten his hate for water and was playing with the Pet, splashing it with water and smooshing its face while smiling goofily. Seriously, your conjux is way too adorable, what the heck? He’s got to be the cutest bot in the galaxy.

You grab a brush and slowly you start scrubbing Kaon’s plating. You are extra careful when you clean out his seams and joints since you know he’s got sensitive sensors there. As you clean around his neck he starts to purr and you can’t help but smile at the sound. He always lays on the drama before having a bath but once he’s in it he doesn’t want to leave. Kaon leans back and rests his helmet on your shoulder, pleased hums leaving him as your servos move around his body. The Pet is laying perfectly still in his lap, optics closed and gently snoring. Ah, so cute, you wish you had a camera to capture the moment. You really are the luckiest bot alive right now, getting to see your conjux and pet so perfectly relaxed. It’s so nice. So peaceful. Perhaps they should get dirty more often so you can take more baths together.

[swervesselfinserts]

Red hearts, dates, forever, kisses for Megatron? 😊

(this is the transformers: prime version!)

red hearts: Did you fall harder for your f/o than you expected to?  

Definitely ! When i was forced to leave Vos, i traveled to Kaon, after living out on the streets and selling low grade energon, i managed to get a job cleaning up the gladiatorial arena after fights.

That’s where i met Megatron, a newbie, he was a tall and broad mech, covered in energon, i almost bumped into him when i rounded the corner to the arena.

when he hit me, he managed to accidentally get some energon on me, he apologized, and offered to take me back to his quarters to clean off, i agree, and we went off to his room.

I didn’t immediately fall for him, nor did he for me.

Though i think i fell for him hard when i saw his first protest, he was so passionate, and alive, he cared about what he was saying.

So, that’s where i fell in love with Megatron.

dates: What do you normally do on a date?

We don’t normally go on dates, i think the closest thing to that is probably when we go out for a flight once in a blue moon.

Though, it’s great nonetheless.

forever: Are you and your f/o hopeful about the future?

Megatron is, me, not so much, this war will end, i know that, but i fear that it won’t be us who wins, i don’t want to think about a future without him with me.

kisses: Who’s the better kisser, you or your f/o?

Well i’ve never kissed anyone apart from him before! same with Megatron!

but, probably him haha, he has a way at mastering stuff easily.

((thank you so much for the ask!!)

[starscreamwastaken]

starjack prompt: star talks about his origins as a cold construct one day out of the blue and his many bodies and bad times during the war being mistreated such. he is stressed and has barely recharged for several cycles and his tasks are piling on so out of no where he's venting this and jack is caught off guard by it. later, if jack brings it up he'll dismiss it as either he was drunk (maybe he was lol) or low energy or refuses to acknowledge it even happened.

Hope this satisfies the prompt, enjoy!

“Did you ever meet a Cold constructed bot?”

Wheeljack looked up from the datapad he’d been reading over. “What?” he asked, quirking a brow.

Starscream leaned his head off his palm and sat up a little more. “Before the war. Did you ever meet one. I mean, really meet one. Not just in passing, or saying hi to that janitor in the university. I mean met. Personally. And talked to.”

Wheeljack shifted a little in his seat. Before the war? No, not really. In the midst of the war’s beginning, when Megatron and Optimus were falling out of favor. Sure he’d met a few. Not all of the CC’s were for Megatron. Wheeljack’s fingers thrummed against the back of the datapad he now held to his chest. “No,” he shrugged. “Not really,” he scratched at one of his finials. “Government liked to keep us separate, ya know?”

Starscream leaned back. “Yes, I am well aware.”

Wheeljack cleared his intake. “Right,” Starscream was Cold COnstructed, he’d know better than anyone in this room. “There a- reason yer askin’ me this?”

Starscream leaned forward on his elbows. “Does it ever bother you? Knowing a CC rules over the planet?”

Wheeljack lurched back a little. “No,” he answered immediately. “Why the hell would it?”

Starscream shrugged a shoulder. “You tell me. You Forged Grounders always seemed to have a problem with Cold Constructed bots getting ahead.”

“It’s been four million years since then.”

“Are you suggesting there’s not still bias?”

“No. I mean- ‘a course there is, there’s always- why are you asking me about this?”

Starscream stood from his seat and wandered to the window as he spoke. “I’m just curious. You seem like a good bot, Wheeljack.”

“Uh...thanks?”

Starscream suddenly turned. “Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a Cold Constructed bot?”

Wheeljack perked a shallow shrug. “I mean...sure, I guess. Maybe once or twice. Sorta tryin’ to gage where people are comin’ from, I guess. Get a better understandin’.”

“It’s horrible.”

At that Wheeljack paused, certainly not expecting a blunt explanation. Starscream fiddled his fingers with his thumb, looking towards the ceiling. “Or- not horrible. It’s not “horrible” that’s not quite the word. It’s...heavy. You keep-” he stopped short, his playing tightening with his fist. “Trying to find the right- formula almost. Something that makes your spark feel at home,” he stared at his hand. “I haven’t quite gotten it right yet,” he muttered, gaze lost.

Wheeljack didn’t say anything. What could he possibly say? Starscream continued. “Stupid council,” he spat. “With their brilliant ideas. They didn’t account for their drones having “feelings.” that what happens when you put a spark in an artificial body. It grows a mind of it’s own,” he huffed a cynical laugh. “Grows a mind of it’s own. As if it wasn’t already there.”

He clenched and unclenched his fist, attention turning to the window. “Recently there have been some protests against my rule,” he turned to Wheeljack again. “Not because they think I’m untrustworthy, no,” he stalked back towards the desk, keeping an eye on Wheeljack. “But because someone spilled the origins of my spark,” he put a hand over his chest, sharp digits scratched the shiny yellow surface of his cock pit. On his face he wore a sneer. “And now I’ve got to sate the horrid beast, but Instead of handing me reports on the increased amount of hate boiling in the city, all I keep hearing about are the colonists!” Starscream swiped a pile of datapads from his desk. They shattered about the ground in a horrible rain of clacking.

“Do you have any idea how that feels, Wheeljack? I can’t imagine, because you’re used to the attention aren’t you? Four million years ago when a Forged grounder was killed on the street of Kaon, it was news. But even now, apparently, a dead CC is just another dead CC. This is the whole reason Megatron started his stupid war!” he slapped a hand on the table and dug his claws in. “Apparently four million years has done nothing. And as always Cybertronians never learn. The worst part? They don’t even want me to talk about it,” Starscream stood up straight and started pacing. “They say the people will call bias, say that I care more about Cold Constructed bots than Forged bots, and then the colonists will be up in arms because it’s not politically relevant to them. Yes it’s relevant you dolts! Many of you live here now!” his voice reached the octave most people would call a screech.

“Everyday I see it, someone new, dead, or barely getting out of there alive. I remember the rallies, I remember being beaten to scrap until I toughened up, I remember being shot at because they thought it would be fun to watch me “dance.” People would ask me complicated questions just to watch me get them wrong. They looked down and talked slow until I spit a Vosnian curse then they spoke quick and hit back. And I was angry! Then I saw that Gladiator, that stupid Gladiator, and I realized that that was what I wanted to be. I could fight, like he did. I read all of his writing and watched all of his matches, and dreamed of the day he’d let me fight beside him,” he stomped on one of the discarded datapads. “And now this! I wasted so much time with that stupid gladiator. And everything he said, everything he talked about!?” he put his arms out. “It’s still true! Nothings changed! And people like to think that because we fought a four millions year war something is different. Anything has changed.” Starscream leaned over his desk to look Wheeljack in the eye. “But you know what’s changed, the amount of ways we have to kill people. Now that was something worth pursuing, wasn’t it?”

Wheeljack leaned back a little. Really there was nothing he could say to that. The way Starscream’s frame was rigid and his optics were bright made Wheeljack wonder. “Are you okay?”

“No I’m not okay!” Starscream screeched, throwing his arms in the air. “Look at this! Look at this desk! This is a mountain!” he screamed, swiping all of the datapads  off his desk. “All I get, all day, is useless things to sign. Can we build this building?Yes!” Starscream gripped his head. “Just! Build it! Do you have any idea how much hate mail I get!!? That’s it! That’s all I ever get, and colonists telling me how we can make the community closer to Primus, or improve things which don’t currently need improving! Then there’s the news, another Cold bot left gray in the streets, bias suspected,” he slammed his hands on the table. “Well no duh!” Starscream sat himself down. “I apparently didn’t realize going into this job that I’d be ruling over a bunch of idiots,” he muttered, clenching his fists atop the table, his head hovering just over them. After a moment he sighed, sitting up and rubbing his hands down his face. He groaned before letting his head rest facedown on the table. “I just want things to be in order.”

Starscream lifted his head a little and slammed it back down into the table, rattling what little was atop it. “Is that so much to ask?”

---------------------------

The next week Wheeljack traveled to Starscream’s office with two datapads in his hand. When he arrived Starscream was buried behind a mountain of datapads. Furiously he was scribbling down his signature and passing the datapad to the complete pile before grabbing another.

“Wheeljack,” The Ruler of Cybertron greeted flatly, not even looking up from his work.

“Starscream,” Wheeljack swiftly approached the desk. “I’ve got my report for ya,”

“Just set it on the desk.”

“Don’t ya want me to go over it with you?”

“I don’t have time today. If I have questions I’ll call you.”

Wheeljack’s fingers briefly thrummed against the back of his datapad. “Alright,” he setting the first one down. “I uh...I also brought you some- news.”

“Why did you bring me the news?” Starscream muttered, concentration more on writing something down.

“Not necessarily the news. Some news. Specific news,” Wheeljack presented the datapad. Surprisingly Starscream paused to take it. As he looked it over Wheeljack explained. “Last week, when you were- venting, I think it was, you mentioned how annoying it was that no one was reporting on the death of Cold Constructed bots to any legitimate extent,” he shrugged a shoulder. “So I thought I’d find you someone who did. An’ if no one else is gonna bring stuff like that to your desk I thought I could take the time.”

Starscream flipped through the articles. It was surprisingly meticulously put together. Organised by topic and date, multiple journalists and sources. The report contained, not only extensive incite and reports on the death of CC bots, but also solutions on how to combat the bias feeding on their society. And a majority of it was written by Cold Constructed bots.

“I was careful with my sources,” Wheeljack explained. “But I got you a buncha perspectives. There’s some other stuff in there, too, about flyers and certain communities. More personal accounts on what the colonists think about the whole thing…” he trailed off. “Is this something you’d be- interested in seein’ on yer desk every week?”

Starscream took a minute to answer, concentration still on the datapad. “Yes,” he eventually muttered. He shook his attention away from the datapad and looked to Wheeljack. “Yes, I would be very interested in this...thank you.”

“Not a problem,” he pushed his other datapad a little more onto the desk “I guess I’ll see ya next week then.” When he turned to leave Starscream was staring intently back at the datapad. Before he reached the door Wheeljack remembered the other thing he wanted to say. “Oh, and,” he turned a little so he could look at Starscream. “If ya ever wanna just, ya know, vent. Maybe, not out of the blue next time, I’m not unwilling to listen.”

Starscream lowered the datapad, quirking a brow at his scientist. “What are you talking about?”

Wheeljack turned fully to the bot. “Last week when you went on that rant. I mean, I imagine that’s not the first time you wanted to just- get it all out. I’m just saying you can vent to me if ya want.”  

Starscream shook his head and went back to his datapad. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I must’ve been...I was probably intoxicated, you can just. Just ignore whatever happened last week. If anything happened. I’m not saying anything happened. Don’t you have something to do?”

Wheeljack stood still for a moment. There were things he could say. None of them would change anything, though. So he decided to leave the matter alone. “Sure Starscream,” he muttered, staring towards the door again. “Whatever you say.”

[saltysaltdog]

Saw your tags for megs pre war lead up.

Depending on your vibe:

Transformers Prime (aligned verse) has 3 possible histories but I'll focus on the one with the most lore —a factory worker/miner turned gladiator/revolutionary. (The gladiator games are sometimes to the first blow rather than anything more deadly, though there are condemned criminals executed via gladiator.) Megatron actually owned the coliseum at one point before it was banned. He also was friends with shockwave, soundwave, Barricade, etcetera... (he's very charismatic in Kaon) and Orion pax.

Via inferences it is clear that Megatron tried more peaceful routes, such as unions and protests that got trampled by the government, bc he complains about it.

Orion comes off as a jerk/big idiot whom Megatron is unreasonably attached to. But to be fair, orion isn't paid to think. He's so naive/unthinking that he doesn't realise the council is using him as a spy, or see their hypocrisy when he and Megatron go see them in person after the bombing of various places on cybertron. In such, he unknowingly betrays Megatron and gets elected Optimus Prime.

Then Megatron shoots the non-decepticon council members and flies off.

Here's where it gets buggy. The aligned universe has three versions. The book skims entirely but implies they are fighting the whole time until cybertron is wrecked and Optimus gets the matrix. But the TV show implies Optimus got the matrix immediately and that there was a time when op and Meg fought together against an unnamed third threat on cybertron before infighting tore them apart.

The books are a bit of a slog with an intensly unreliable narrator in Alpha trion. It's still my favourite playground however as it can be played pretty silly and soft, or very serious and bitter.

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In the marvel comics Megatron and Optimus were both wrestling/ battle sport dudes. Optimus was such a good champion for Iacon that he got the last name Prime which serves no relevance here. Megatron was a rival champion from another city who planned to take over the world!

These sporting battles were a way to solve political conflicts without resorting to yet another war. It obviously doesn't go well as Starscream of Vos sends his sport team to bomb Shockwave's city of Tarn and tries to blame Iacon.

Anyway he messes up and Iacon sips tea while the others go to war. This backfires as very popular Megatron says he thinks it's Iacons fault for not stopping the war, the survivors of the war agree. Megatron spends time shaping them up, infiltrating Iacon, making them war machines... Then attacked!

For this deception against Iacon they are decepticons.

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In the G1 cartoon, there's consumer grade bots and military grade bots created by the quintessons. Then the bots rise up and defeat them. The military bots are decepticons and the consumer ones are autobots. The decepticons try taking over and fail because the Autobots developed the ability to transform. So starts the golden age.

The defeated decepticons secretly develop this technology too.

Megatron is then built as a weapon/leader for the upcoming war against the autobots. In secret Megatron recruits allies. He then launches an attack with a robot smasher that reprograms autobots.

For some reason this is kept a secret and Megatron is popular with dockworkers like Orion. Y'know before he shoots him to near death and a saved Orion gets reformatted to Optimus with the matrix.

Then the war starts.

The g1 cartoon can slide pretty close to IDW 1 in tone but you can also slide it away just as easily because it's pretty silly. Because of that this is probably my second go to.

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[The Japanese versions tend to follow the same as above with more fleeing the planet stuff. But then tries to tie in every continuity. So there's reincarnation. Specifically that Optimus Primal is the reincarnation of Optimus Prime and his Rival, donning the name Megatron, is also Megatron reincarnated. As such I'll include beast wars.]

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Beast wars is amazing, maybe not graphically but the first season does such a good job of dotting every i and crossing every t that a casual viewer never wonders "why don't they just do xyz?" And both factions are foils of each other in such a facinating way.

Anyway, in this world the war between autobots and decepticons is over. Instead they fight proxy battles with predacons and maximals. These two factions don't consider themselves to be cybertronian even though their home is cybertron. [Their faction/ identity is decided with a chip that dedicates them as either maximal or predicon and they're all very small (by giant robot standards) at human height.]

These proxy battles seem to have ended ages ago and cybertron is controlled by the maximal high council, with a predicon high council in lesser control and wanting more power.

Megatron is a fugitive who decides to steal a golden disk in a bid to change cybertron forever in favour of the decepticons. While escaping cybertron, trying to make it to earth, an exploration and research team get in their way, knocking them off course and sending them all to a strange planet.

Here a proxy battle starts for control of cybertrons future, yeesss, but it's not full war yet, no.

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Beast wars 2:

Megatron gets back to cybertron from earth with a new hatred of anything organic and his own beast mode. He plans to purge the planet of anything organic and develops a virus to do just that: stopping anyone from transforming and eventually leading to deactivation.

He unleashes the virus to great effect, creating vehicon swarms to take care of the survivors and harvest their sparks. He makes himself head of the council and with no one to stop him the situation is dire.

The war for the sparks of everyone on cybertron begins.

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Dreamwave.

Megatron is an explorer, he infiltrates the Forbidden Zone that the council deemed off limits and found a golden disk. This relic proved the council was lying to the people and so the council tries to kill Megatron.

Megatron kills the assasins and plans: forming a group in Kaon and bribing a senator to overlook his activities.

He later murders the senator and starts the war.

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Transformers animated has intrafactional disputes with Megatron ousting the leader of the destrons and forming the decepticons, aiming for the allspark in order to create a living cybertron. Megatron publishes manifestos in response to the Decepticon Registration Act.

A war starts, Megatron bombs places as a strategy to end hostilities and demands the allspark. Cybertron launches it. Megatron follows. War ravages cybertron, until eventually autobots win and decepticons accept exile in exchange for amnesty.

Millions of years later the allspark is found and fight starts up over it.

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You know idw so I'll skip it entirely.

Admittedly to comics can be hard to find/expensive beyond measure, so I recommend reading the aligned books or watching one of the cartoons instead. They're easier to find.

There's a lot more continuities with various ideas but the history of megatron pre war isn't so well spelled out. There's a universe that follows the marvel route, but instead of combat sport it's racing. That's what the war is now. Just cool racing.

But rather than scowering transformers continuities I'd recommend looking at other media to get the juices flowing.

The Yakuza series is bonkers and the prelude, Yakuza zero, is amazing. As you probably know it's about Japanese crime gangs and it's very dramatic. Especially the toy car races.

It's a good fit for transformers due to the endless nature of conflict within crime organisations.

It could be you just need a refresher on your vibe's genre, and thus the common story beats there of. Horror, mystery, tragedy, drama, crime, space opera, etc.

Musicals are probably my go to when I need character inspo.

The count of monte cristo features a man falsely imprisoned. Presumed dead he plots his revenge on the people who wronged him. I remember reading it as a kid, but the songs from the musical are great. Full of righteous anger and intense longing for a life that could have been that must be moved on from.

Very thematic.

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Tl;Dr I siphoned the tfwiki for meg origins and probably didn't get them all. Good luck on your writing.

ah, I think I’ve found my struggle with writing transformers fic, and that’s that a lot of what I see on tumblr and on AO3 is based off IDW, which is both extremely understandable (it’s good!) and also nowhere near the vibe I want to go for, but since it’s most of what I see that’s what’s stuck in my brain, so I just end up blocked

[theforestghost]

The Consort and The Warlord Ch15

Summary: Megatron uses the All Spark to gain access to Cybertron and demands a peace treaty. An Autobot Consort is offered and Optimus is chosen. A Bonding Ceremony takes place and now Optimus has three vorn to figure out exactly what Megatron wants to do with Cybertron.

Pairing: Optimus Prime x Megatron

Continuity: Animated

Status: Ongoing

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Optics booting on, Optimus lifted his helm with a slight protest. He felt heavy like there were bricks in his processor and an insistent throb like he'd been beaten up side the helm. Beside him, movement caused him to focus his optics despite his helm's protest, and turn to see Ultra Magnus standing beside him. With little hesitation, Optimus saluted his commander though his frame felt stiff.

"Be at ease, Optimus." Ultra Magnus said, a slight ex-vent of relief came from him. This confused Optimus until he noticed that he appeared to be in a medical bay.

"Sir, what happened to me?" Optimus asked, lowering his servo and looking himself over carefully. His self repair system was on, patching slight scratches along his plating and his Autobot mark had been returned. Right, that had been removed…

"What can you remember?" Ultra Magnus asked. His optics never left Optimus, watching his every shift as if waiting for something.

Optimus looked back at his commander and placed a servo to his still throbbing helm. "I was trying to return to Iacon as you requested." Optimus began. "I think I was caught…" the throbbing continued until it became painful and Optimus grasped his helm tightly. He gasped out, digits digging in as an insistent beeping was drowned out by shocking pain sparking across his processor and optics until it just vanished. 

Optimus let his servos drop as his frame became numb, the pain gone and replaced by a foggy emptiness that had him feeling hollow. A medic had come in and administered a sedative to him. Now he could yell as the orange and white bot gave Ultra Magnus a polite greeting before leaving the two alone. The Autobot leader sat down now, his hammer placed beside him in easy reach. Optimus could barely look at him as he spoke.

"You were punished by Megatron for trying to escape." Ultra Magnus spoke. "I was able to save you in time and you have been recovering here since. However you have not woken for three cycles due to the torture you underwent. It is good to see you online, Optimus."

Optimus felt his spark flutter as Ultra Magnus spoke his designation. He hoped that the leader didn't see the slight twitch of his audial fins at this. He looked down at his servos, the blissful numbness of them making it impossible to intertwine his digits. "What happens now?" He finally asked, glancing back to his leader.

"Now you rest." Ultra Magnus said. "You are back in Iacon and safe from the Decepticons. Once you are well enough, you will face the Council and inform them of everything that Megatron has done to you. This will give us enough reason to end this facade he has put on."

"Will there be fighting again?" Optimus asked. He didn't want the war to restart over him.

"The fighting never stopped, Optimus Prime, we simply stopped on the surface. Having our populace panic over an enemy they couldn't see was no way to live so we continued our fighting below their optics." Ultra Magnus explained. "We know that many do not appreciate the sacrifices we have made for them but you will be able to show them that it is impossible to live with the Decepticons."

"What about my team?" Optimus asked. "They should still be in Kaon!"

Ultra Magnus shook his helm. "I apologize, Optimus but they were compromised before we could get to them."

Optimus looked at him in shock before covering his helm with his servos. "This is my fault!" He shouted in dismay. "I should've let them escape first!"

"You could not have known that this would happen." Ultra Magnus said. He leaned a bit closer to Optimus as he spoke. "You did what was ordered, they did their part and now it is time to do yours."

Optimus looked up at Ultra Magnus in confusion. The mech placed a servo on his shoulder kibble as he continued. "You must tell the public exactly what Megatron has done to you. Show them that living peacefully with those things is impossible." 

"I-I don't know if I can…" Optimus said carefully. "I don’t think I can repeat what he did…"

Ultra Magnus squeezed his servo slightly and gave Optimus a contemplated look. "Could you tell them to me and I can share them with the Council who will then spread it to the public. It is not the preferred method, but I can work with it." He spoke carefully, like each glyph mattered.

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't mean to he difficult." Optimus said quickly. 

"It is not difficult, you have been through much." Ultra Magnus assured him. "If you wish to stay out of public view, I know of a process that will work. But this is enough for today, you have just come online again and I am certain you need rest."

With those words, the Autobot leader stood up, reclaimed his hammer and turned towards the door. Optimus moved slightly, leaning a bit closer as he spoke up. "Ultra Magnus, sir." Optimus begun. "Thank you! … For saving me."

He glanced away shyly and barely heard the 'Of course' he got as a reply before the med bay door opened and shut, leaving him alone. Optimus laid back on the slab and stared at the ceiling as reality began to wash over him. It almost didn't seem real, just didn't feel right. But he was back in Iacon and now nothing could go wrong.

Outside, Ultra Magnus walked towards the mnemosurgeon who had performed Optimus' Shadow Play. The mech was waiting expectantly and seemed quite pleased when the autobot leader nodded at him.

"The surgery was successful and each trait we spoke of is properly there." Ultra Magnus said. "Good work."

"Of course, Ultra Magnus, I am the top mnemosurgeon the Autobots have. I would never dream of disappointing you nor the council." The mech spoke smoothly. 

"How long until he can return to work?" Ultra Magnus asked.

"Two more cycles and the side effects will have subsided." The surgeon replied. "After that, it will be like nothing ever happened."

"Good, do not allow anybot know that he is here and I am to be his only visitor." Ultra Magnus said sternly, glaring at themnemosurgeon who nodded in understanding. 

Two cycles later, Optimus was discharged from the clinic. He'd spent most of his time resting as ordered and trying to come to terms with losing his team. He was ridden with guilt and desperately wanted to talk to somebot but currently he was only on speaking terms with Ultra Magnus and he couldn’t just trauma dump onto the Autobot leader. Not after finally getting back into his good side. Speaking of his leader, the mech was the last bot Optimus expected to enter his room as he was preparing to leave, but there he stood as the door opened.

"Ultra Magnus, sir!" Optimus saluted. "I have been officially discharged."

"I am aware." Ultra Magnus said, stepping forward. "I will be escorting you to your new work accommodations now that you have returned."

"I'm honored sir." Optimus said. He didn't understand why his leader was escorting him personally, but given everything he'd been through, maybe it was to give Optimus somebot familiar instead of one he barely knew.

"Follow me then, Optimus Prime." Ultra Magnus said. "We will be moving swiftly."

And swift they did move. Once out of the clinic, Optimus was brought down a hallway instead of outside like he’d expected and to an elevator. From there he led from one building to another, up another elevator, through several doors and finally into the open familiarity of Autobot high command. Optimus was surprised they hadn't gotten lost with the complex paths that they took but he was certain Ultra Magnus had his reasons for doing so. It wasn't until they came to his office that Optimus finally decided to speak up.

"Did you need something from your office, sir?" Optimus asked as the door slid open and the lights came on automatically. Optimus remembered the last time he was here. He's been foolish for not speaking up then and insisted on continuing his mission despite everything.

"Your new work will be here." Ultra Magnus said. "For now you will be my secretary, take care of my schedule, follow me to meetings and handle any other tasks that I see fit."

"Ultra Magnus, sir I don't deserve a position like this!" Optimus protested. He was a failure after all! He couldn't even escape Megatron and had to be saved in the end.

"It is a position I want you to have." Ultra Magnus stated. He placed his servo on Optimus' back kibble and led him to the smaller desk beside his own. "It is not permanent, we will discuss your future at a later time. However for now, this is to make sure you can adapt well to Iacon once more and to keep you as far away from Decepticon servos as possible. I will not risk losing you again."

"I don't know what to say." Optimus admits, looking up at his commander.

Ultra Magnus smiled, his servo sliding just a bit lower. "Do not worry, Optimus Prime, you will come to understand in time." 

The meeting table shattered under Megatron’s fist but his optics remained focused on the femme who had just told him the last thing he’d wanted to hear. Optimus was caught! Ultra Magnus had gotten his disgusting servos on him and only Primus knew where he was! Rage sparked in his tanks, his engines and vents burned with it. Even Strika took a step back when he was like this.

“How did this happen?” Strika asked Blackarachnia, amazed that the femme hadn’t run since her organic coding must have been screaming for her to do so.

“We got separated from the other three and they went after the key while we planned to regroup in a different path. Ultra Magnus blindsided us.” Blackarachnia spoke quickly, but never let her optics stray from her enraged leader. “I was tossed into a closet and got out but I couldn’t get to Optimus, so I returned after regrouping with the others who’d retrieved the key.”

Bumblebee, Prowl and Jazz were all in the hall, spared from the direct rage of Megatron but obviously still able to hear everything. This time a chair was thrown against the wall, the thick alloy bending into a strange shape and a massive crater left where it hit. This time Blackarachnia did flinch and take a small step back. Strika couldn’t blame her, she’d honestly prefer to leave as well but was forced to stay and make sure her leader didn’t accidentally offline anybots.

“Where would the Magnus take Optimus?” Strika asked.

“I-I don’t know…” Blackarachnia said carefully. “Optimus was his favorite, I don’t think he’d just offline him or send him to prison so he probably has other plans.”

“Strika, take charge here.” Megatron finally spoke, his rage barely contained still. “I will be going to Iacon and I will not return until my consort is with me.”

[illogicalshockwave]

For the writing meme: bad end w/ Shockwave and Trepan

Send a muse + an ending

BAD END- The bad guys win. Everything that can go wrong for my muse had gone wrong:

Trepan had been poisoned.

Howit had happened wasn’t quite clear, everyone was celebrating the night beforethey were to decend upon the Autobots and a battle was to ensue. One last‘hurrah’ before Megatron was brought to true Decepticon justice along side Tarnand the army they had built up. The first few drinks went down well,Deathasaurus and Shockwave keenly matched in tolerance and a playful rivalrystarted, calling the tank’s faux wings tiny but an adorable attempt to lookintimidating. The scientist was nonplussed, unsure how to behave around thegiant beastformer who clearly took a liking to the ex-senator. Tarn watchedwith his team, rather enjoying the sight of Shockwave floundering socially andthe resulting jokes that came of it. Trepan sat merrily amidst it all, lookingout of place in their pearly pristine armour and kibble when surrounded by warmarred plating and battle scars. A private smile was shared between Tarn andShockwave, both lovers to Trepan but completely different in every aspect.

Perhaps that was why when theparty came to an end everyone seemed slightly too drunk. Trepan for how much he had partaken in seemed far less coherentthan he should be. An evening of rest was taken to sleep off the effects ofhighgrade, pre-battle frag partners not heard in the night as all were forcedinto deep recharge.

Trepan didn’t wake up from hissleep. Nor did many of the other grunts in the army who had drank with the highranking officers that night. Whoever had attempted to poison them all had donea terrible job- the tainted energon had only affected those with weak sparks,and Shockwave’s conjunx had the weakest among them. They discovered the causetoo late, many offlining in their recharge as their sparks dissipated from thestrained systems that simply couldn’t maintain themselves anymore.

He didn’t stand a chance, andShockwave grieved as Trepan’strembling spark inside its window vanished before his single optic. Nickel andall present gave them space, the loss of a conjunx felt from the overwhelmingblast of Shockwave’s field while Tarn devoted himself to finding the culpritand giving them a full understanding of why the DJD was so very feared. Nobodyquestioned the howling of terror in the ship that night, knowing exactly whatwas transpiring.

They carried on despite thelosses, Shockwave complying to anything Tarn asked mechanically, like a drone.They had never been the best of friends but grew closer over time andinteraction through their mutual interest in the mnemosurgeon. There was littleeither could do but both were hurting, and that hurt was only good for beingunleashed on the battlefield.

Shockwave vanished when the battlewas done, and people presumed him wounded and simply wished to die alone, notshowing himself for thousands of years after everything that had transpired.What emerged from such time alone was monstrous, angry and determined to makethe multiverse pay for what little happiness had been taken away. The DJD hadbeen summoned to deal with vast energy spikes close to the centre of thisparticular universe but none were prepared for the behemoth tower suspended onthe event horizons of two black holes, crackling with the power of antimatterwhich powered such a machine. Between the two event horizons sat a rift betweentime and space, perfectly vertical despite the rough tears that lined itsedges.

Kaon clung a little tighter toTarn, the two now conjunx fearing for what could of happened and what willhappen if this wasn’t brought to an end.

“Shockwave what are you doing? Stop this madness!” Tarn snarled, approaching the platform in the centre of this geometrical monstrosity of a tower. He looked more like a sparkeater now than an actual mech. The scientist in question half turned, glancing at the DJD leader briefly while continuing to enter the last segment of his code.

“This is my correction to the flawed coding of the multiverse. Everything will come to an end- and be reforged in the image I have provided perfectly.” A crazed red gleam lingered in his optic, making Tarn physically recoil in disgust at the horrid modifications that now lined his frame and at what Shockwave intended to do. “You fool you’ll murder everyone over a lost conjunx!? Trepan would never want you to be this way! He would certainly never do this!!!”

That got Shockwave to stop, turning fully to present the true nightmare his frame had become. Helex took a step back, the void in the scientist’s sparkchamber corrupted with dark energon shards which had grown in horrid clusters, coils of tubing transporting energy back and forth from the void. “Then you never knew Trepan. Trepan would of murdered everyone for me just the same.”

The tower came alive with power, pulsing a purple all knew as unicron. The DJD snapped into defensive action as frames were contructed before their very optics with weapons drawn, Tarn aiming to take down the source of the conflict before such a terrible fate could befall them too. The fight was brutal, the never ending hoard a clear sign that unicron favoured Shockwave considerably with the work he was doing here.

Tarn managed to break through the hoard at some point and tackle Shockwave through the glass behind him, the two plummeting downwards in a struggle for dominance that never ceased since the pair first met on the Peaceful Tyrrany. The very ship they collided with at the bottom of the tower, damaging the hull and making it list towards one of the black holes threateningly.

Shockwave was up first, coils of energy from unholy deities bidding him to rise despite the protest of his frame. A blast from Tarn’s fusion canons sent him toppling right back down, closer to the edge of the ship. Another had Shockwave falling off the dormant engines, claws barely able to grip the metal surrounding the massive machines.

A painful cringe went through his spark at what his ex mentor had become. Was this once the devotion he had shown towards Megatron? It hurt to think such thoughts. “Shockwave-”

He let go. Plummeting into the gravity below as his frame was torn apart from the intensity, as the tower once alive with horrifying potential fell into stasis. Tarn’s team stood where he had fallen from, gazing down and waving enthusiastically. 

Tarn in return would barely raise a digit in celebration.

[bibliotecaria-d]

White Lies, sidestory #2