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elendiliel · 1 year

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Across the Universes

Hopefully this is the last long one for a while. (I'd quite like to know whether it's OK as it is, or whether it'd be better as six smaller stories. By the way, it's also on AO3 here.)

Some small concepts may have strayed in from @justawannabearchaeologist's highly recommended "TFP Wheeljack in TFA" series, which inspired this series as a whole.

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“That’s really what you’re going with?” Special Agent William Fowler glared down at a vintage motorcycle plated in burnished bronze. A pretty classy bike, he had to admit, but that was part of the problem. Along with the lack of plates, the strip of yellow and black paint at the back and, worst of all, the prominent red badge on the front.

The cycle’s wing mirrors flared indignantly, and a British-accented female voice issued from somewhere behind the handlebars. “It has character!”

“Yeah. Yours. It’ll do for now, but once the ‘Cons get to know you, there is no way you’ll be able to stay under their radar even in that mode. Can’t you scan something else?” Fowler knew that was possible for the ‘bots he knew; Smokescreen and Prime had picked out new vehicle modes after the destruction of their old base.

“Not without an external scanner, and I didn’t see one anywhere in here.” Glitch shifted back to her robot mode, where she seemed to be more comfortable – and noticed that Ratchet, Team Prime’s medic (senior medic, now that she had arrived), was giving her a bemused look. “Hold up – you don’t need one? Any of you?”

“I’m just as surprised that you do,” Ratchet replied, though he looked more intrigued than anything else. Glitch had apparently dropped in on them from an alternate reality; it sounded like something out of Star Trek, but Fowler had grown rather more broad-minded about such concepts since receiving his current assignment as Team Prime’s human liaison and ‘bot-sitter. The two medics were equally fascinated by one another’s biology. Born scientists, the pair of them – or built, or whatever.

“There is a T-cog modification that can allow direct scanning, but not many Autobots have it. Most if not all Decepticons do; I wouldn’t care to speculate on the connection. And before you ask, it wasn’t on my syllabus. Not really something a field-tech usually needs to know.” She tilted her head, a thought seeming to strike her. “Hm. Possibly direct scanning is the default, and it was disabled in most Autobots for some reason. Wouldn’t be surprised.” Now that had some disturbing implications.

But not relevant ones to the matter in hand. “So you can’t change your vehicle mode?” Fowler wanted to double-check.

“Only back to my original Cybertronian alt, which would be even more conspicuous.” Great. Just great.

“Please tell me you at least have a holographic rider.” Arcee, Team Prime’s other motorcycle, did; it was very useful for the many occasions she had to go on patrol without a human partner.

“Of course.” Glitch demonstrated, shifting back into bike mode. A figure of a slender woman in brown leathers and a black full-face helmet shimmered into view, and smooth bronze seemed to cover her Autobot badge, the weld mark beside it and the strip of paint. Her attention to detail was impressive for a newly arrived ‘bot. “Even got holographic plates, I see. Nice touch.”

“Thanks.” She unfolded into robot mode again. Maybe she liked the greater range of movement – or just the extra height. Even then, she was about two-thirds of Arcee’s size, and Arcee had been the smallest of the ‘bots up until then. “It’s useful when I need to keep a low profile back home – mostly when working outside Detroit. Everyone there already knows who we are.”

“What?” Fowler couldn’t believe his ears. The idea that the Autobots were “robots in disguise” had become such an integral part of his life, she might as well have told him that the identities of all the CIA’s undercover operatives were common knowledge.

“Of course,” she said, completely oblivious to the fact that she’d practically given him a heart attack. “We’re not always popular, but we do our bit.” Her almost mischievous grin somehow served to reassure him. “Not much choice, after the dramatic entrance the original members of my team made when they first came out of emergency stasis. Dealt with a creature made from out-of-control nanites that was absorbing any tech it could find. Which in Detroit is more than a slight problem. Besides, they were stuck on Earth until they could repair their ship, so why not lend a servo where needed?”

“And you’re not concerned about Decepticons finding you?”

“They already did, more or less, but our base is still a secret. And back home, the Autobots won the Great War and exiled the Decepticons. Collectively, they can barely find their tailfins with a schematic. When they do turn up, we deal with them.” Maybe not without paying a high price; she hid it well, but Fowler thought he saw pain in her eyes.

“Or Cybertronian technology falling into human hands?” Ratchet broke in. That had been a major worry for Team Prime before MECH vanished off the radar, about the same time Silas merged with Breakdown’s body. Fowler had some nasty suspicions about the link between the two events.

“That ship’s well and truly taken off.” Glitch seemed bent on giving Fowler as many heart attacks as she could. She took the stunned expressions around her – most of the team had paused to listen to the conversation by then – as a cue to continue. “After one of Starscream’s more successful murder attempts, Megatron landed on Earth in stasis and in three pieces. A young human scientist found his head and hand and reverse-engineered the technology in them to found what turned out to be a robotics empire. Luckily, his conscience is as strong as his curiosity. Sumdac Systems still doesn’t make military tech, and trying to do so is a sackable offence. Police drones capable of lethal force are as close as it gets.” Fowler was pleased to hear that. He’d been on the receiving end of Cybertronian weapons too often, and seen their effects on the ‘bots even more frequently. The idea of that tech routinely used on humans was… not good. “Unfortunately, not everyone got that memo.”

That sent Fowler’s blood pressure skyrocketing again, until she explained further. The concept of the “Headmaster unit”, a device that could hijack a ‘bot’s body without killing them, still wasn’t a pleasant one, but he – and the others – soon saw the funny side as she told them about her universe’s Bulkhead and Bumblebee trying to prepare for an art show while Bulkhead was just a head, and Isaac Sumdac – the scientist who’d found the pieces of Megatron – bodyjacking Starscream to try to kick King ‘Con’s skidplate, declaring, “Total ownage, noob!”

She was in the middle of narrating a fight between her Optimus Prime and the inventor of the Headmaster unit, operating Starscream’s body, when Miko screamed. Glitch instantly shifted into “battle mode”, some kind of weapons sliding out of her wrists, but everyone else knew there was no threat. Just a spider.

“There it is,” Wheeljack said as the offending creepy-crawly – a small one, maybe half a centimetre long including the legs – scuttled into view, and the Wrecker prepared to squash it. Only for a beam of pink energy to freeze his foot in place.

“Don’t!” Glitch released Wheeljack once the spider was out of immediate danger, kneeling down in its path and extending one bronze hand, palm out, in front of it. “I’ll deal with it. Come here, tiny friend…”

Calmly and patiently, she coaxed the spider onto her finger. It ran all the way up to her elbow and down again before she managed to release it outside the hangar, laughing as the miniature creature somehow tickled her metal plating.

“You’ve done that before,” Wheeljack commented as she returned to the others, and Miko ventured out from behind Bulkhead. The kid’s fear of spiders was kind of weird, considering how brave she usually was, but nobody dared tease her about it.

“My Optimus isn’t keen on spiders either. Long story, not mine to tell. He’s working on it, especially now that Elita’s living with us, but I’m still Official Spider Remover. Took over from Prowl.” That flash of pain showed in her eyes again, and she hastened to change the subject. “Now, where was I?”

As she finished her story – provoking laughter all round as her Prime taunted the “Headmaster” into transforming Starscream’s body and separating it from the controlling Unit – Fowler reflected that while the young ‘bot might come from a pretty strange universe, it was close enough to his that she would do just fine. With a little help from her new friends.

***

Custer’s mustard, Fowler thought. His latest milk run had not just gone sour – it had turned to yoghurt. He was very glad June had been on shift when Raf found another Predacon fossil in a museum. And, as he dodged blaster fire yet again, that he had the Autobots on speed dial. Given the number of ‘Cons around and the pace at which he had to keep moving, they couldn’t just bridge him out, but Ratchet had assured him backup was on the way.

Sure enough, he soon heard the distinctive sound of a groundbridge opening and closing just where he’d been when he called for evac, followed by the roar of a small but powerful engine. A riderless motorcycle drew level with him, red light flashing off metallic plating he knew to be bronze, even in the otherwise pitch-black night. “Want a lift?”

“You’re sure?” Fowler wasn’t certain of the etiquette regarding riding two-wheeler ‘bots, Arcee being picky about her passengers, but he knew Prime liked to be in charge even with a “driver”. He couldn’t blame the guy.

“Of course.” Glitch meant what she said and said what she meant. Gracelessly but quickly, Fowler managed to manoeuvre himself onto her saddle, hoping he wasn’t hurting her as she accelerated away and he instinctively tightened his grip on her handlebars.

Equally instinctively, he tried to steer onto a friendly-looking road, only for her to correct her course straight away. “No, I’ll drive,” she told him, doing a creditable impression of Benny from Who Framed Roger Rabbit? “I’m the cab.”

“This is no way to make a living.” He completed the quotation as she dived for the cover of a nearby wood, weaving between barely visible trees with Jedi-like reflexes, and he just clung on for dear life and prayed to God and Lady Liberty she actually knew what she was doing.

Eventually, the ‘Cons having been left far behind and out of earshot, she slowed, braked and transformed, staying in a kneeling position until Fowler had prised his hands loose from her handlebars, slid off her back and stumbled away. Her transformation was a lot quicker and simpler than the other ‘bots’, but combined with her breakneck driving and reckless steering, it still left him fighting severe motion sickness – and losing.

After an unpleasant – not to mention humiliating – little while, he became aware of a hand longer than his forearm awkwardly rubbing his back. The gesture was weirdly endearing. An alien robot – an autistic alien robot, he was pretty certain, or the Cybertronian equivalent – none too sure what was happening to him (did ‘bots even get sick? Not cybonic-plague or Tox-En sick, but normal colds-and flu sick?) was nonetheless reaching out to try to comfort him as best she could.

“Here.” In the dim light of her headlamps, he saw that she was offering him water in her other, cupped hand. He reached for it, then hesitated. “Are you sure that’s safe to drink?” It was probably from the stream he could now hear close by, and might have anything in it.

“The copper in my plating is self-sterilising, and I can’t pick up any trace of heavy metals.” He took that as a “yes”, rinsed his mouth out with a couple of handfuls of water and gulped down the rest. It tasted a little muddy and a bit coppery, but better than the alternative.

“How’d you find the stream?” he asked once he felt rather more human. He hadn’t heard anything over the sound of her engine.

“Scout frame,” she said absently, rifling through her repair kit. “Comes with unusually sensitive audials and optics. Which doesn’t always play well with dicey sensor-to-processor filters. Now,” she changed the subject with unladylike haste, “you should probably refuel as well.” ‘Bot for “eat something”, he’d have known even if she hadn’t been holding out a familiar package. “Army rations, I’m afraid. They last longer than anything else I could lay my servos on.” Fowler could guess who had persuaded her to keep human food with her at all times. June’s practicality knew no bounds.

“That’s about all they have to recommend them,” he remarked, tearing open the packet anyway. She was right, partly for obvious reasons, partly because he’d missed dinner.

“Tell me about it,” she sighed. “I usually don’t remember sensory data as well as I do facts and figures, but the taste of boot-camp rations is still in my hard drive.”

“You went to boot camp? Even though you’re a medic?” Glitch’s Cybertron was supposed to be at peace, but “cold war” seemed more appropriate.

“Everyone does if they want to be more than a refinery ‘bot. Even if they already know they want a civilian job, like my Bulkhead. He wanted to be a space-bridge technician.” Fowler could just see an affectionate, almost nostalgic smile on her face. “Thinking about it, he and I were the only ones in our squad who didn’t say they wanted to be in the Elite Guard, and we were the only ones who achieved our goals.”

Big Green, a technician? Fowler’s tired mind refused to consider the possibility seriously, so he changed tack. “Who were the others in your squad?”

She settled herself in a cross-legged pose, leaning back against a tree, as she accessed the relevant files. “Longarm, named for his extensible limbs. Aiming for Intelligence. Quiet, vaguely friendly to everybot, not outstanding but not a disaster either. Ironhide, named for his variable-durability armour. Aiming to be an Elite Guard trooper. Brave and loyal, but not the brightest star in the sky, and loyal to the wrong ‘bot. Wasp, named for his stingers. Aiming for Elite Guard command. Good on parade, could have been a good soldier, but a pompous snob and a bully. The wrong ‘bot I mentioned. Bumblebee,” her face noticeably softened and her left hand went to the strip of paint around her right wrist, “named after he tried to match Wasp’s demonstration of his stingers and managed to knock over a building. The sergeant said he was “nothing but a bumbler.” Also aiming for anything in the Elite Guard. Ambitious and accident-prone, but clever and kind when he wants to be, and his spark’s always been in the right place.” And yours belongs to him, if I’m any judge, Fowler thought but didn’t say.

“So if everyone’s named by their sergeants – how’d you and your Bulkhead get your names?” he asked instead.

“Bulk’s not the most obviously intelligent ‘bot, so Sarge called him “all bulk and no brain.” He was wrong, of course, but the name stuck. As for me – a computer error moved my reference number from the waiting list to the enrolment list. Sarge wasn’t happy about having an extra cadet wished on him at the last cycle. Nor was I, but at least it meant I met Bee and Bulk. Which led to my being seconded to their team, and then ending up here. Nice example of the butterfly effect.”

Fowler wasn’t in the mood for metaphysics, so he decided to change tack again. “Sounds like your sergeant was pretty hard on you.”

“To put it mildly.” Glitch’s smile had vanished completely. “There’s encouraging independence, and then there’s ignoring bullying until your cadets are throwing simulated grenades at each other.”

“Seriously?” Fowler stared at her. He’d had tough drill sergeants in basic training, but none of them would have allowed that.

“Seriously. First combat exercise – for which he didn’t brief us properly, into the bargain. Wasp thought it would be funny to throw a paint grenade at Bee.”

“And your sergeant didn’t do anything?”

“He had other problems. A story for another time. He might have, but I know he didn’t when Wasp and Ironhide switched Bulk’s hydraulic fluid for jet fuel. I reported it, but he just told me to sort it out – good practice, I think he called it – and gave us all more transform-ups.” An equivalent of sit-ups or push-ups, Fowler thought. No wonder Glitch transformed so fast and accurately, if that was a routine collective punishment during her training. “Not all drill sergeants are like that. Optimus and Elita speak highly of theirs, Kup. Rightly so, as far as I can tell – met him once, when he was visiting another former cadet in the infirmary. We just drew a short screw.” Fowler was inclined to agree.

Glitch had clearly had enough of Memory Lane for one night. She tilted her head to one side, listening to the forest around them, as her eyes and wing mirrors scanned for enemies. “I think we’re still clear. Ready to bridge back?” Fowler checked his reflection in her mirror – just in case June was in the base when they returned – and answered in the affirmative. Apart from anything else, he needed to get the Predacon fossil to a safe place – and process some of the things his new friend had just told him.

***

“How are you so calm?” Fowler asked Glitch. Most of the ‘bots were out fossil-hunting, but she had had a project she wanted to finish, so had stayed behind. Even when a call for a medic had come in from Stealth Team; Ratchet had answered it instead, leaving his second on groundbridge duty. Instead of fretting about her friends, she seemed to be meditating, seated in a lotus-like pose, hands on knees, perfectly still. For a change.

“Cyber-ninja training ain’t just about your servos and weapons, dig?” Her voice had dropped at least an octave and acquired a New Orleans-style accent. “It’s about your processor and your spark.”

“Quoting someone?”

“My sensei.” She opened her eyes, but didn’t otherwise move. “Jazz. And yes, he really does talk like that. One gets used to it.”

“I’d hope so. What’s he like, by the way?” Fowler also had reason to be concerned about the ‘bots, and thought a distraction wouldn’t be a bad idea for either of them.

“Very calm, very laid-back, very easygoing – up until he very much isn’t. Brilliant at servo-to-servo, unarmed or with his laser nunchaku, but even better at listening and mediating between other people. I suppose he’s had to be, serving under Sentinel flipping Prime.”

“Who’s he, when he’s at home?”

“I wish he’d stay home. Elite Guard acting commander, and therefore one of the leaders of my Cybertron. Arrogant, smug, judgemental – and that’s what Optimus says about him.” Fowler winced; if her Optimus were as similar to his Prime as she made out, that was impressive. “Even though they used to be friends. Optimus actually took the blame for a disaster that was Sentinel’s fault if it was anyone’s, which wrecked his career and preserved Sentinel’s. He was my drill sergeant, back when he was just Sentinel Minor.” Ouch again. Fowler had heard plenty about that time in the young ‘bot’s life. “He and Jazz were part of the Elite Guard’s first expedition to Earth; Jazz picked a rather nice sports car as his alt, and actually paid attention to your traffic laws, while Sentinel chose a monster truck for himself and a missile carrier for Ultra Magnus, and ignored all Optimus’ advice. Patronised every human in sight and most other ‘bots, and generally made himself a walking PR catastrophe.” Fowler was glad he hadn’t been responsible for dealing with that, though he pitied the other Optimus. “Fair’s fair, he does have severe organophobia, but that’s an explanation, not an excuse. Especially as he hasn’t sought any treatment over the last thousand years.”

“How’d he end up as your leader, then?” The US had probably had worse presidents, but not many, and not by much.

“Search me. He’s good in combat, but a terrible diplomat and not much of a politician now that he’s actually got to where he wanted to be. Must have a knack for making the correct friends, as well as sticking to the regulations like glue. I know he’s facing opposition from within the High Council, and keeps putting on spectacles to try to keep the rest of Cybertron on his side. Must really annoy him that Optimus is still more popular, even though he doesn’t want any sort of promotion. He’s happy with his posting and his team, and we’re happy to have him.” What was the Douglas Adams line? Something about those who seek power not being allowed anywhere near it. By the sounds of it, the other Optimus would make a better leader, if he could be persuaded of that – and if that Sentinel guy could be convinced or forced to step down.

Before Fowler could say as much, the comm system chimed. The Wreckers wanted a groundbridge home. Glitch hastened to oblige, leaving Fowler with more questions than answers about her Cybertron and its leadership.

***

“How’d you get so good at this?” Raf asked Glitch, sounding only somewhat annoyed. The three kids and the field-tech had just finished testing out her upgrades to the video-game system, which allowed up to four humans or ‘bots to play at once, with a combat-simulator tournament under Fowler’s vague supervision. Glitch had wiped the floor with all her opponents.

“My Bee.” She touched the strip of paint on her wrist, seeming unaware of the gesture. Fowler wondered whether, in her home universe, there was a yellow and black ‘bot with an equally worn bronze band on his wrist. “He’s been addicted to video games pretty much since he arrived on Earth, and taught me to play. Not really my thing, but having someone to play against makes him happy, so…”

“Who usually wins?” Jack wanted to know.

“He does. Almost all the time.” A smile touched her lips, or whatever she called them. “Once, another ‘bot tried to swap places with him – switched their colours, helmets and voiceboxes – and Bulk eventually suggested figuring out which was which by means of a round of Ninja Gladiator. It’s still Bee’s favourite. Would’ve worked, if Wasp hadn’t lost his nerve and escaped before they could get started.” Wasp? She’d mentioned him before. One of her boot-camp squadmates, if memory served.

“Why’d he swap with him in the first place?” Miko enquired before Fowler could.

Glitch’s smile disappeared in an instant. “Wasp had escaped from the cyber-stockade – prison – where he’d been locked up on false charges of spying. He thought Bee framed him and wanted revenge. The idea was that Bee would be caught and either imprisoned or killed resisting arrest. He didn’t know that they’d both been set up by Shockwave, or, as we knew him back then, Longarm.”

“Longarm?” Now Fowler did interrupt. “He was at boot camp with you, Bumblebee and Wasp, wasn’t he?” Not a tactful question, he knew as her face fell even further, but he’d had to ask.

“And Bulkhead, and Ironhide. I have to admit, he’s one heck of a spy. None of us suspected a thing.” That had to sting; Glitch prided herself on her powers of observation and deduction. Failing to spot a ‘Con agent must have been painful for her when she eventually found out. “Stars, I trusted him to have all our backplates in combat exercises, even live-fire. Especially after Wasp was arrested and Bulk and Bee were thrown out. He never let us down.” Well, he wouldn’t have, not if he was maintaining a cover as a loyal Autobot.

“Hold on – your Bumblebee and Bulkhead were thrown out of boot camp?” Raf asked, eyes wide. Fowler was pretty surprised, too. Sure, their Bulkhead could be clumsy and destructive and their Bumblebee more than a trifle reckless, but their sparks were always in the right places. From what he’d heard, their counterparts were very similar in that respect.

“Bulk accidentally dropped a tower on our drill sergeant trying to protect Bee, and Bee tried to cover for him. Sentinel seized the opportunity to send them both packing. It worked out, though. They were assigned to Optimus’ repair crew with Ratchet, which turned out to be where they needed to be. Prowl joined them later.” She’d mentioned Prowl before. A lone-wolf “cyber-ninja” who’d given his life for his team and their adopted city.

“What happened to Ironhide?” Jack enquired idly.

“Finished boot camp with “Longarm” and me, worked his way up through the ranks, fetched up in Team Athenia under Rodimus Prime. Again, that’s where he needs to be. I don’t really know Rodimus, but he sounds like the best kind of officer, very much in the same mould as both Optimi. And their field-tech, Red Alert, is almost as much of a legend as Ratchet. They’re all in safe servos.” She grinned for the first time since the conversation had begun. “Ironhide once convinced me to join him and his teammate Brawn for a night out at Maccadam’s Old Oil House. Never again. I didn’t know what embarrassment was until those two started their arm-wrestling scam.”

“Which is?” Fowler had to know.

“They arm-wrestle each other, Brawn throws the match, he challenges other ‘bots for free drinks. ‘Bots who don’t know Brawn’s one of the strongest mecha on Cybertron, despite being smaller than me. I don’t know how they get away with it. But that’s Maccadam’s all over. Anybot’s welcome, and always has been. Even Megatron wouldn’t bomb it. A few scams are hardly grounds for being barred.” It sounded like an… interesting place.

“What about Shockwave? Did he get what was coming to him?” Of course Miko wanted to know that.

“Partly. Last I heard, he was still in prison with Megatron and most of his other lieutenants. He’d made it all the way to head of Autobot Intelligence, but made the classic mistake of revealing his identity to people he thought wouldn’t survive much longer. Namely more than half of Team Detroit, and another intel-‘bot, Blurr. It took a while, and nearly cost Blurr and Ultra Magnus their lives, but he’s behind bars where he belongs. For quite some time, I can’t help but hope.” Was that sympathy in her voice? Regret? Shockwave might have been a spy, but she must have thought of him as a friend for a long time. Did she still wish things could be different? That he didn’t have to be her enemy?

Fowler didn’t have much time to consider the question before she derailed his train of thought. “Enough depressingness for one conversation. Another game, anyone?” Jack pleaded homework, but Miko and Raf convinced Fowler to take his place. (Largely by choosing the Lego Skywalker Saga, not that he was going to admit that.) The past might be a mess, and the future uncertain, but as long as there were such simple things as video games in the world, life wasn’t all bad.

***

Shocked silence reigned in Hangar E as the rest of Team Prime finished explaining the concept of the cortical psychic patch to a stunned, then silently furious, Glitch. The subject had arisen during one of her anecdotes, an attempt to cheer her friends up after a defeat at Soundwave’s tentacles by telling them about the sentient kids’ toy in her universe that bore the same name. Unfortunately, that had involved recounting an incident in which her home team had fallen under their Soundwave’s control, which had too clearly brought back bad memories for four of the ‘bots. Fowler had been aware of the ‘Con mind probe already, having been given the 411 on Bumblebee’s excursion into Megatron’s head to find the cure for cybonic plague and save Prime, but he hadn’t realised how horrifying the idea was, especially to a Cybertronian. (Nor had he known that Arcee had endured the patch just before she and Cliffjumper came to Earth, or that Wheeljack had also faced it after the evacuation of Outpost Omega One.) He suspected that without her “cyber-ninja” training, Glitch would have broken something rather larger than the pencil she had just crushed to matchwood.

“Do you mind discussing this later?” Somehow, Miko managed to say that without seeming insensitive. “I wanna know what happened next!”

“All right.” Glitch mustered a genuine smile. “Well, at first Sari’s plan worked. Soundwave couldn’t defend against four very different attacks all at once. Snarl tied Ratchet up with a traffic barrier, Scrapper used a fire hydrant to put Bulk on ice…”

“Just how cold are Detroit winters?” Arcee asked.

“Let’s just say antifreeze is not optional. Anyway. Prowl actually knocked Sari out of the way of Bee’s stingers, and his next attack was so slow she got her counter in first while Wreck-Gar wrapped Bee in what I believe are known as “fairy lights”, singing a silly song as he did so.”

Bumblebee’s comment was translated by Raf as, “You’re kidding!”

“No, straight up. Something like, “Wreck the ‘bot with strings of garbage, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…”” That got plenty of laughs. “But there was one problem with the plan, one nobody had realised until it was too late. With most of his puppets tied up, Soundwave could focus on just one. The most dangerous of them all.”

“Optimus,” Jack realised just as Fowler did.

“Optimus. A combat-trained ‘bot who would have graduated from the Autobot Academy had fate been a little kinder to him. And under those circumstances, Soundwave’s greatest asset. He sent all four of the Substitute Autobots flying with one sweep of his axe. Snarl was the first to recover and charge him, but Optimus grabbed the triceratops by the horns and slammed him to the ground. Scrapper tried to defend his friend, calling Optimus out for cruelty to Dinobots, only for the mech to bring a billboard down on the pair of them. Reluctantly, Sari fired on him as he advanced towards her and Wreck-Gar, but he used Wreck-Gar as a living shield, and Sari’s bolts only caused garbage to fly out of his backpack. A kitchen sink hit him on the head, somehow confusing him even more than usual before sending him into stasis.”

“Impressive,” Ratchet murmured at the bottom of his volume range, presumably meaning the “confusing” part.

“Sari stood alone against the possessed shell of one of the first real friends she had ever had, powerless to save herself as he raised his axe to kill her – until, just as the blow fell, a pair of golden shuriken knocked Soundwave’s keytar out of his servos, shattering his control over the Autobots.”

Miko punched the air. “I knew it! I knew Prowl was faking!”

“That sentiment has been expressed before,” Glitch smiled back. “He’d say that he wasn’t just faking; that “it took a great deal of processor-over-matter to resist Soundwave’s control.” But I’m getting ahead of myself. For a spark-quenching moment, it looked as though Prowl had struck just a nanoklik too late – but then Sari reappeared out of the snow, unharmed and declaring that that had been way too close.” Cheers and laughter all round. “Soundwave was furious, naturally. He deployed the keytar, Ratbat, in bat mode for “Operation: Autobot Destruction”.” The guy had no imagination, Fowler thought. “Optimus fended him off until Soundwave himself entered the fray, tackling Optimus to the ground and leaving Prowl vulnerable. Breaking Soundwave’s control must have taken a lot out of him, because Ratbat was able to pick him up easily and drop him a few blocks away, before returning to its master.” Fowler winced, although he knew even tiny Glitch could survive a pretty nasty fall with just a couple of dents. Her universe’s ‘bots were pretty sturdy.

“Optimus was pinned down, unable to reach his axe – but he was able to use his grappling hook to snatch Soundwave’s other drone out of the air while it was distracted by Sari, and bat Soundwave away with it, giving him time to force the bird into its guitar mode as Ratbat flew to its creator and shifted back into a keytar.”

“And the stage was set for the greatest rock-off of the century,” Miko interrupted.

“Pretty much. Optimus used Soundwave’s own instrument to counter his sonic commands, allowing him to get close enough to slice both the Decepticon and his drone in two. Or, as he put it, for “Operation: Face the Music.””

Miko punched the air again. “Rock on! I have got to meet this guy!”

“Of that, I have little doubt.” Little, Fowler realised, not none, because there was a chance the young ‘bot would never get back to her own reality. Either because it was impossible, or because she died before finding a way. He put the thought from his mind and concentrated on the story. “As Soundwave shattered into his component pieces, all around the city, the dolls made in his image also fell to bits, freeing the people from their control. All that was left was to clean up the mess, and disband the Substitute Autobots. Snarl and Scrapper returned to Dinobot Island together – although Snarl kicked Scrapper in the chestplate when he tried to ride him,” more laughter, and a murmur of, “Dinobots not pets,” from Wheeljack, quoting an earlier part of the tale, “and Wreck-Gar pitched in with the clear-up operation, breaking off only to put on a white beard, balance a red and white hat on his antenna and deliver garbage to all the good little children.”

“I guess his spark’s in the right place,” Bulkhead quietly commented to Smokescreen, who happened to be sitting next to him. “Not so sure about his processor.”

“Sari returned to her family,” Glitch continued, “with even more respect for Optimus now that she knew what it was like to be a leader. The Autobots, for their part, had learned a great deal about what it’s like to be human. And to cap it all, Powell was wailing on live television about having to give refunds for all the Soundwave toys. It didn’t ruin him in the end, but it did set him back quite a way.”

“And Laserbeak?” Ratchet just had to ask.

“Got away with a key piece of Soundwave. They’re out there, somewhere, rebuilding and planning, I’ve no doubt, but when they make their move – the Autobots and Substitute Autobots will be ready.”

“You’re not a bad storyteller,” Fowler told Glitch as the group dispersed, June having pointed out that it was well past the children’s bedtime. “For someone who claims not to be good with words.”

How was it possible for someone with a metal face to blush? “Thank you. It helped that that had been marinating in my processor for a while. I had a vague idea of writing the story in musical form, but it works in verbal format as well. If I’d had to figure out how best to tell it on the spot, I’d have got hopelessly lost in almost no time.” Fowler thought she was selling herself short. When she really put her mind to it, he wasn’t sure there was anything she – or the team as a whole – couldn’t do.

***

Fowler shot out of his office the moment he heard the groundbridge activating next door. It had been a fair few hours since Ratchet had left for Cybertron with little preamble and less explanation, and the agent was getting more than a bit worried. Not that he planned on admitting that.

But the senior medic wasn’t the first person to emerge from the space-time tunnel. A good couple of months after bidding him farewell with the most endearingly awkward hug he’d ever received (the kind only someone who was deeply affectionate but constantly second-guessing themselves could give) and promising Ratchet she’d look after the others, Glitch was returning to Hangar E, hand in hand with a yellow ‘bot with black accents, about her own height, who wore a worn-looking bronze band around his right wrist. The couple almost seemed to glow with joy, as much as a pair of robots could. Maybe one of them popped the question, Fowler caught himself thinking. Or maybe they were simply happy to be reunited after so long.

Close behind them were a collection of other new ‘bots, though Fowler thought he could already put names to some of them. A red and blue guy with fins on his helmet and a pair of windshields on his chest. A red and white ‘bot with ECG trace patterns on his shoulders. A big green mech. Even if Fowler hadn’t seen the photos Glitch had stored on her hard drive, he’d have recognised them as Optimus, Ratchet and Bulkhead from her universe, and the yellow one as Bumblebee. By process of elimination, the white ‘bot with the blue visor and red and blue trim was Jazz, her sensei, the pink feminine-looking one with a pair of laser swords sheathed behind her back was Arcee (the other ‘bots’ Energon was pink, he vaguely recalled; it wasn’t necessarily a “girly” colour on the other Cybertron), the ‘bot-spider hybrid was Elita and the kid with Cybertronian eyes and a jetpack was Sari. Glitch’s other family had finally found her, and it seemed likely that she was just showing them around before going back to her home universe with them.

Fowler knew he’d miss her, though he took care not to show it as she formally introduced him to the newcomers. (He’d been right; she and her Bumblebee had just got engaged, and promised to invite him to the wedding.) All the team had learned a lot from their young friend from across the universes, sometimes more than they wanted, and she had learned from them. He could only hope the connection between their realities would stay open, so that they could keep on learning and exploring together.

#transformers prime #transformers animated #fanfic #tfp fowler #autobot oc #misplaced medic au

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jazz-miester · 2 years

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All I Could Say

Pairing: N/A

Reader type: Gender neutral human

Song: Do you realize- Ulsine Vulpine

Warnings: Emetophobia

An: Short. Not finished. Just clearing out drafts.

Word Count:1752

You stood before me. Like a god upon an alter.

"Those eyes of yours could swallow stars, galaxies and universes. What hope did I ever have." - d.j

I got no sleep that night. The moment after Optimus left and I got Orion back inside I locked every window and door. Shut every blind and turned off the majority of the house lights. Every time a car rolled down the lonely road in front of my house, or every plane that jettisoned overhead, I had a burst of anxiety. It got to the point I thought I was going to throw up.

What if it was them?

Did they find me?

What the fuck are they?

He had told me sorry. Optimus. What exactly could he mean by that? From the way his body seemed to sink into the ground upon seeing me something told me that, in truth, he truly was saddened by the fact I saw anything. That I had watched him bring grape juice to his knees. That I had watched him take a life. My stomach turned at the thought of it. Not much made me feel this way. But God. They clearly had feelings of some sort. A concious. Living things felt, living things died. No ones wants to. At least, most people.

I steadied my punching back, resting my aching hands as I ran through my thoughts.

I could have, should have, died yesterday. If it hadn't been for him. God. My whole body jolted, like someone had flicked a switch. My lips and fingers tingled. Pins and needles as if I hade let them become numb and suddenly let blood rush back in. My head swam and my vision blurred. A migraine came in full force as even more stress overcame me. I curled and uncurled my hands. The wraps pulling and tugging along my skin. Sweat trickled down my spine. Along my temples. The whole house seemed to still.

I would have died.

Easy as that.

No one would have known I was gone until John came to check up on me for not showing up to work in a couple of days.

Orion would be alone.

I sit down firmly on the floor. Putting my head between my knees. My hands shook in front of me. I shouldn't have tried to stay up all night. My stomach turns. My head throbs. I'm going to be sick.

I barely make it to the bathroom in time. My knees pressed into the cold linoleum floor. My head in the procline throne. My head hurst worse as I throw up. I end up dry heaving after a while. Shoulders tensing as my body tries to bring up what isn't there. As if I purged everything then all of my worries would be gone.

My back smacks against the wall as I sit firmly on my rear. Tears pool and stream down my face as I sniffle. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand I wince, the wraps scrape against my lips. They're good for boxing. Not so good for cleaning. I try to breathe. Pulling in shaking breath after shaking breath.

Shower. I decide. Shower. Get dressed. Wait for whoever the fuck Fowler is.

A burning shower later and digging through any clean clothes I had I make my way back to the kitchen. The coffee maker is just finishing when someone knocks on my door. I glance at my gun cabinet.

The pistol is heavy in my hand as I answer the door. Barely opening it as I take a look at whoever it was. A man dressed in what I can only call "Bussiness casual" Seeing as he had blue jeans and a button up shirt, looked up at me blankly. I swallow thickly.

"Who are you?" My voice is more hoarse than it should be. The man reaches into is jacket pocket and pulls out a wallet. Flashing a badge at me.

"Special Agent William Fowler." His face hardens. His dark eyes glance me up and down. My hands tighten on the pistol. His face softens slightly when he looks back up. "Optimus Prime sent me. You know. Giant alien robot?" Oh. This is Fowler. I step back and open the door more, motioning for him to come in. I set the gun back on top of the cabinet and look back at him just as he shuts the door.

"I just made coffee. Would you like some?" I don't have many guests. Ever. He nodded his head.

"Coffee would be nice." I learned that he liked his coffee black. Also that I was taller than him by a whole head and a half. It was an awkward silence as we sit across the table from one another. My hands loosening and tightening thier grip around my coffee mug. Sensing my discomfort, and being aware of the strange man in the house, Orion came to sit at my feet. Not once looking away from Fowler.

"What the dogs name." Broken silence. I take a sip of coffee. Not for the first time wishing for a cigarette as anxiety rolls over me again.

"Orion. He's an english mastiff." I look up at him. He's watching Orion carefully. "You can pet him, ya know? He may be big and scary looking but he loves people. And won't bite unless you decide to attack me all of a sudden." Fowler just shakes his head.

"Maybe another time. But, for now. We need to discuss what's going to happen to you." Whoppdee fucking do.

"What's gonna happen? Men in black gonna come and wipe my mind?" I get laugh from that. Although he does shake his head.

"No. I'm going to need you to come back to Prime Base with me." I snort and lean back in my chair. Reaching for the pack of cigarettes sitting on the kitchen counter. I offer one to Fowler, who shakes his head. "No thanks. Trying to quit."

"So. I'm just supposed to go back with you to some random ass place?" I light the cigarette and breathe deeply. Smoke creating a haze in the early morning light filtering through the kitchen window. "And quite possibly get probed in the butt by aliens? No thanks." I watch as his eyes grow wide. Looking all the part of a befuddled owl.

"I." He sputtered. "No probings going to happen. I. Kid, you are strange." I shrug.

"So I've been told." He finishes his coffee and I refill it just as quickly. Stream curling and rolling over the pot as I pour it.

"No. You need to come back to base with me because you are one of the few, one of the only, civilians to have seen them." He lean's forward in his chair. "Kid. You don't have much choice on the matter. Not only is the government now watching your every move, you have been requested by Prime himself. By this point i'm not one to deny the man." I fiddle with my tongue piercing as I think. Smoke curls past my lips as I breathe out.

"And if I say no, fuck off?" Fowler regards me with a cold look.

"You don't get to say no. Because you are in danger." Like I care. I glance down at Orion who whines. I shove the half smoked cigarette into the ash tray.

But I do care about Orion.

"Fine. Let me go find some clean pants."

Orion was having the time of his life in the back of Fowlers car. His head out the back window and tongue lolling out of his mouth. I follow close behind on my bike. We've been driving for hours now. Rolling across a straight stretch of road. We left the small town of Jasper long ago. With no buildings to offer shade the sun warms my back. Almost to hot it the leather against my back. Folwer pulls right and so do I.

Imagine my surprise when he continues forward instead or left or right where the road branches off. Straight towards a larg towering platue of rock.

In my not to smart decision I rev the engine of my bike and get right on top of his rear end.

I swear to everything if he crashes and hurts Orion... My heart pounds in my chest with rising anger and worry. Only to come crashing down when part of the rock face lifts forward and offers us a tunnel to drive into.

I ease off. Falling a few feet behind him. The engine from both bike and car echoes agaisnt the walls. Quickly the air around us cools. Heat quickly dispelling off of me.

It doesn't take long for us to come into a large open room.

And more of the Aliens. Each one more different and unique than the last. Colors of reds, yellows, greens, and purples. Strange screens tower above them all. A large face like symbol in the dark floor. I might as well have walked into a sci-fi film.

I roll into a stop close to Folwers car. Killing the engine to my bike I pull my helment off and am quickly met with loud music. Heavy drums and guitars rythmic against the noise of hissing pistions and shifting metal. The music stops. A childs voice calls out.

"Is that them?! Dude! You didn't tell me they would look so cool!" I swing a leg over the bike and stand up. A young girl, no older than maybe fifteen runs in front of me. Colored pigtails bouncing as she rattles off questions a mile a minute.

"What's your name? How old are you? Dude your so tall! Are you lame? Hopefully your not like Jacks mom." I give a small laugh and rock on my feet as Orion jumps out from Fowlers car when he opens the door. Orion coming straight to me and leaning as much as he could on my side.

"My name is Y/n L/n. Although i'd prefer if you'd just call me y/n. And im twenty two years old and ya. I guess im kinda tall." I scratch behind Orions ear watching as two more kids come up behind the girl. "Although I would like to learn your names." The girl smiled. Waving wildly as she introduced everyone.

"I'm Miko! And the big green guy is my guardian Bulkhead. Glasses over there is Raf and his guardian is Bumblebee. The yellow one." With that Bumblebee whirled and beeped. I raise a brow.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime

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inhumanetrash · 11 months

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Fowler and Schloder are eachothers' opposites; Fowler is kinda laid back but deals with some serious stuff while Schloder wants to be serious so bad but ultimately what he does ends is mostly silly

#schloder wouldnt survive in tfp #alternatively fowler doesnr have enough patience for tfe #i love him but #agent schloder #jon schloder #transformers Earthspark #tfe #transformers Prime #tfp #agent fowler #william fowler #special agent Fowler

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A down and out young punk gets a job working with a seasoned repo man, but what awaits him in his new career is a series of outlandish adventures revolving around aliens, the CIA, and a most wanted ’64 Chevy. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Otto Maddox: Emilio Estevez Bud: Harry Dean Stanton Miller: Tracey Walter Leila: Olivia Barash Lite: Sy Richardson Agent Rogersz: Susan Barnes J. Frank Parnell: Fox Harris Oly: Tom Finnegan Lagarto: Del Zamora Napo: Eddie Velez Kevin: Zander Schloss Debbi: Jennifer Balgobin Duke: Dick Rude Archie: Miguel Sandoval Marlene: Vonetta McGee Plettschner: Richard Foronjy Reverend Larry: Bruce White Ms. Magruder: Sue Kiel Mrs. Parks: Helen Martin Repo Wife #2: Angelique Pettyjohn Harry Pace: Con Covert Agent B: Biff Yeager Agent E: Ed Pansullo Miner: Jon St. Elwood Sheriff: David Chung U.F.O. Lady: Cynthia Szigeti Otto Dad: Jonathon Hugger Peason: Dale Reynolds Nurse: Dolores DeLuce Mr. Humphries’ Security Guard: Luis Contreras Carwash Attendant: Alex Cox Rabbi: Michael Nesmith Agent S: Steve Mattson Agent T: Thomas Boyd Mr. Humphries: Charles Hopkins Delilah: Kelitta Kelly Motorcycle Cop: Varnum Honey English Dustbin Lady: Dorothy Bartlett Otto Mom: Sharon Gregg Pakman: Jac McAnelly Additional Blond Agent: Jimmy Buffett Additional Blond Agent: Shep Wickham Additional Blond Agent: Gregg Taylor Additional Blond Agent: Jon Fondy Additional Blond Agent: Keith Miley Additional Blond Agent: Michael Bennett Additional Blond Agent: Brad Jamieson Repo Wife #1: Janet Chan Repo Wife #3: Logan Carter Repo Wife #4: Laura Sorrenson First Repo Victim: George Sawaya Repo Victim’s Wife: Connie Ponce Soda Jerk: Bob Ellis Tow Truck Driver: Quentin Gutierrez Liquor Store Clerk #1: Richard Furukawa Liquor Store Clerk #2: ‘Earthquake’ Hesson Nightclub Band Member (as The Circle Jerks): Keith Morris Nightclub Band Member (as The Circle Jerks): Greg Hetson Nightclub Band Member (as The Circle Jerks): Chuck Biscuits Nightclub Band Member (as The Circle Jerks): Earl Liberty Scooter Guys Member (as The Untouchables): Clyde Grimes Scooter Guys Member (as The Untouchables): Chuck Askerneese Scooter Guys Member (as The Untouchables): Kevin Long Scooter Guys Member (as The Untouchables): Jerry Miller Scooter Guys Member (as The Untouchables): Rob Lampron Scooter Guys Member (as The Untouchables): Josh Harris Scooter Guys Member (as The Untouchables): Herman Askerneese Laundry Person: Kim Williams Laundry Person: Michele Person Doctor: Wally Cronin Nurse: Monona Wali Bouncer: Cosmo Mata Club Owner: Rodney Bingenheimer Tennis Player: Jorge Martínez Tennis Player: Melanie Schloss Tennis Player: Nancy Richardson Film Crew: Writer: Alex Cox Producer: Peter McCarthy Executive Producer: Michael Nesmith Producer: Jonathan Wacks Director of Photography: Robby Müller Editor: Dennis Dolan Set Decoration: Cheryl Cutler Original Music Composer: Steven Hufsteter Original Music Composer: Tito Larriva Production Design: Lynda Burbank Art Direction: J. Rae Fox Script Supervisor: Sharron Reynolds-Enriquez Script Supervisor: Brenda Weisman Music Supervisor: Kathy Nelson Stunt Coordinator: Eddie Hice Costume Design: Theda DeRamus Associate Producer: Gerald T. Olson Casting: Victoria Thomas Makeup Artist: Sharon Francis Production Manager: Allen Alsobrook First Assistant Director: Betsy Magruder Second Assistant Director: Rip Murray Construction Coordinator: Douglas Dick Property Master: Douglas Fox Leadman: John Lafia Property Master: Ron Seigel Special Effects: Roger George Songs: Iggy Pop Special Effects: Robbie Knott Stunts: Danny Costa Stunt Double: Thomas Boyd Stunts: Rick Barker Stunts: Fred Scheiwiller Stunts: Rick Seaman Stunts: Michael Sinclair Walter Stunts: Harry Wowchuk Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Richard Beggs Assistant Sound Editor: Christopher Flick Sound Editor: Donald Flick Foley Artist: Kim Fowler Supervising Sound Editor: Warren Hamilton Jr. ADR Editor: Bonnie Koehler Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Michael Minkler Production Sound Mixer: Steve Nelson Foley Artist: John Post Sound Recordist: Philip Rogers Gaffe...

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thccraft · 1 year

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mobile muse list

Angela Grimes. 43. ex-psychiatrist fc: evangeline lilly // fandom: twd/tlou - zombie ap.

Belinda Callohan. 43. emergency room nurse fc: emily blunt // fandom: fandomless

Brody O'Conor. 40. tattoo artist/ex-boxer fc: tom hardy // fandom: fandomless

Callum Jacobs. 42. mechanic / vp of mc fc: charlie hunnam // fandom: fandomless

Cassandra 'Cassie' Donovan. 41. bartender/bar-manager fc: sophia bush // fandom: fandomless

Charlotte 'Charlie' Schmid. 40. homicide detective fc: olivia munn // fandom: fandomless/cm/svu

Dante Walker. 42. defense attorney fc: charles michael davis // fandom: fandomless

Dean Fuller. 54. therapist fc: jeffrey dean morgan // fandom: fandomless

Declan Kentala. 43. farmer / ex-bounty hunter fc: jason momoa // fandom: fandomless

Delilah Martinez. 37. elementary school teacher fc: ana de armas // fandom: fandomless

Gregory Gonzalo. 46. mafia don / jazz club owner fc: oscar isaac // fandom: fandomless

Hazel Monroe. 42. criminal defense attorney fc: jessica chastain // fandom: fandomless

Isadora sanchez. 33. personal assistant fc: priscilla quintana // fandom: fandomless

Julieta Ortega. 38. fbi agent fc: martha higareda // fandom: crime

Katalina Chavez. 31 318. vampire fc: nathalie kelley // fandom: to/tvd/supernatural

Lily Donovan. 39. investigative journalist fc: phoebe tonkin // fandom: fandomless

Lucian Gambino. 44. hitman fc: daniel gillies // fandom: fandomless

Lydia Dononvan. 48. cafe owner fc: holly marie combs // fandom: fandomless

Mateo Santiago. 46. drug dealer for Cardenas Cartel / gentleman's club owner fc: edgar ramirez // fandom: fandomless/crime

Matias Jimenz. 41. Bar Owner & Lieutenant of Cardenas Cartel fc: peter gadiot // fandom: crime

Nathaniel Donovan. 42. fbi agent fc: jensen ackles // fandom: fandomless

Noah Matthews. 46. assistant district attorney fc: john krasinski // fandon: fandomless

Olivia Prentiss. 42. medical examiner fc: rachel mcadams // fandom: fandomless

Pilar Sanchez. 35. special victims ada fc: adria arjona // fandom: crime

Rachel Combs. 39. hunter fc: aj cook // fandom: supernatural

Rosa Nunez. 35. money handler for cartel fc: lindsey morgan // fandom: fandomless

Ryder Valdez. 40. con-arist / serial killer fc: jon michael eck // fandom: fandomless

Samara Romanovski. 39. hired cleaner for mob/cartel/criminals fc: megan fox // fandom: fandomless

Taleen Datyan. 35. event/wedding planner fc: angela sarafan // fandom: fandomless

Tristan Fowler. 45. college professor / archeologist fc: tom hiddleston // fandom: fandomless

Victor Arturo. 39. private investigator / bar owner fc: octavio pisano // fandom: fandomless

Wyatt Williams. 41. mechanic / ex-con fc: pablo schreiber // fandom: fandomless

Xavier Cardenas. 41. Bodyguard & Son of Cartel Boss fc: alfonso herrera // fandom: crime

Ximena Cardenas. 33. Weapons Trafficker & Daughter of Cartel Boss fc: eiza gonzalez // fandom: crime

#mobile muse list.#updated: august 8th

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f-identity · 3 years

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“You, soldier! You’re outta uniform. Put on some pants.”

~ Agent Fowler, Transformers: Prime Season 1 Episode 3

#Transformers Prime #S1E03 #F's soundbites #audio #William Fowler #Special Agent William Fowler #Maccadam #Ernie Hudson #Transformers #TF:P #Agent Fowler #put on some pants

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burntuakrisp · 7 years

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Full Transformers Sprite List by burntuakrisp

(WARNING THIS WILL HAVE A LONG EXPLANATION! If you don’t have the time to read all the way through the process of creating the sprites, you go past the “Extra Line.” But if you have time and or curious about what I have been doing, please read on.)

If you have known me for awhile, you know that I haven’t posted that much art related stuff for a while now.

You see, there was a reason why I have been absent from Deviantart for a while. (Outside of stressful school work, portfolio projects, and indulging in fandoms to escape the bitterness of reality we have today). It’s because I had been working on these beauties.

A full complete list of Characters from Transformers Prime and Rescue Bots.

This has got to be the hardest, longest, tedious, and overly complicated thing I posted EVER. This literally took me not weeks, but months to do.

Why did I do this you may ask?

2 reasons.

Reason #1. If you remember, awhile back I posted these guys (Rescue Bots and Prime sprites)Looking back to how they originally looked, made me realize how dead wrong I was how they actually looked. I will admit, when I decided to make Autobots and Decepticons big, I felt like all I had to do what expand them and add only a few changes.

Boy was I wrong.

Comparing them now, you can see how cringy they looked back then. To be fair, I didn’t have the best resources at first, only having pictures and drawings of the characters at first, but that doesn’t excuse my laziness (And I admit I was lazy, especially on weekends where I spent my day watching youtube and reading fanfiction).

Don’t judge me, I need my ME time.

Because of this, I kept editing the sprites over and over and over. (On a side note: Sorry if my constant need for perfection kept bothering your message section.) But after the discovery of tfreferences.tumblr.com/ I decided to redo the characters completely. So I went back and did everything. The body shapes, the servos, the optics, the helms, you name it.

Which brings me to give a sincere message to all those well-talented transformers fans who dedicate their lives to creating fantastic fanart.

Dear Transformers artist,

How does one possible draw these characters?

I don’t get it.

There are thousands of you who can draw these characters as if it’s the back of your hand.

Meanwhile, I was struggling to find ever a decent side view of Shockwave.

What’s your secret? Magic?

Sincerely,

Burntuakrisp

OK Back to the point.

The human characters were without a doubt the easiest to do since they are so small and don’t require that much detail.The humans are about the same, while the Cybertronians are much bigger. I know they aren’t actually this big in the shows, but I prefer the transformer size that can hold humans in their hands (Servos). It’s cuter that way. I also made them this size because I compared to their size on a character chart as well as my friends Thomas the Tank Engine sprites.(More on that later.)

I also looked at both Rescue Bots and Prime Wiki’s to find if there were characters that I was missing. So I had to add them as well. (Who am I to be someone who won’t dedicate my life to making sprites for characters I love.) There were some characters that were cut either by the inability to find a good side view or it was unnecessary.

Reason #2. I want to start watching the entire seasons of Transformers Prime and Transformers Rescue Bots. I know what you're thinking. “YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE ENTIRE SERIES!?” Yes, I have and I feel bad because of it. You see I have a hard time sitting around doing nothing. So I better get this off my chest before I get addicted to it. Plus I haven’t been able to watch any series because my school life is preventing me from letting go.

Yes I know it’s dumb to do something related to the tv shows BEFORE seeing them completely, but as I stated before, I have to work on my art portfolio and SAT practice if I ever wish to get into college and become an animator. I feel it’s better to work on these sprites sooner so when I eventually watch/finish the series, I will be satisfied.

I know I’m walking into the spoiler zone, but since I already know what happens (Thanks to fanfiction,tumblr, and wikipedia), I decided to keep going. Plus Prime has been done for years and Rescue Bots just recently ended. Which makes me sad.

On a side note, I don’t think I will be making Robots in Disguise 2015 sprites. Mainly because I don’t really like the series. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a terrible show, it has it’s strong points and it’s not insufferable.I do like that it’s got a new cast of characters, new bad guys, and the focus is no longer on the war. But compared to Prime, it has a very “sequelious” vibe to it. It’s trying to be a sequel to Prime with the back story and saying certain events took place. But it’s also trying to be like Rescue Bots by being more child-friendly. On paper, the combination could work, but execution-wise, it’s very awkward. It’s almost as if the writers of the show haven’t seen all of Prime and only watched a few episodes. What made Prime work was how dark and sophisticated it was. Rescue Bots worked because of how charming and likable it was. Both series knew what they wanted to be, RID2015 meanwhile is going through an identity crisis. Even though I admire the designs of the characters, and it can stand well as a stand-alone series, as a sequel it just feels out of place. I don’t feel comfortable about making work related to things I either don’t like, not a huge fan of, or have little knowledge about. Which is why I am always hesitant when making those requests.

But that’s my personal opinion. You all can like what you like. I will not judge you for it.

But I’m not waiting anymore,I need to indulge myself with the complete series.

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“Extra Line”

But enough with that, let’s get to the (long) Character list.

Main Autobots (Prime)

Optimus Prime

Ratchet

Bumblebee

Arcee

Bulkhead

Wheeljack

Smokescreen

Ultra Magnus

Human allies (Prime)

Jack Darby

Miko Nakadai

Rafael Esquivel

June Darby

Special Agent William Fowler

Minor Autobots (Prime)

Cliffjumper

Tailgate

Minor Humans (Prime)

Sierra

Vince

Main Decepticons (Prime)

Megatron

Soundwave

Starscream

Shockwave

Knockout

Breakdown

Dreadwing

Airachnid

Ground Vehicon

Air force Vehicon

Minor Decepticons (Prime)

Skyquake

Makeshift

Insecticons (Prime)

Hardshell

M.E.C.H (Prime)

Silas

M.E.C.H agent

Predicons (Prime)

Predaking

Rescue Bots (Rescue Bots)

Heatwave

Chase

Blades

Boulder

Blurr

Salvage

Servo

High Tide

Quickshadow

Burns family (Rescue Bots)

Chief Charlie Burns

Cody Burns

Kade Burns

Dani Burns

Graham Burns

Woodrow Burns

Greene Family (Rescue Bots)

Doc Greene

Frankie Greene

Anna Baranova

CeCe Greene

Dilther

Trex

Villians (Rescue Bots)

Dr. Morocco

Morbots

Myles

Evan

Madeline Pynch

Colonel Quint Quarry

Citizens of Griffin Rock (Rescue Bots)

Mayor H.B. Luskey

Huxley Prescott

Mrs. Neederlander (with Mr. Pettypaws)

Hayley Priscilla Pinch

Taylor

If you read through all of that, allow me to say thank you for reading that long explanation.

And that’s all I have so far.

One more thing, if any of you good sprite makers can help me in the future for other sprite ideas, please let me know.

Please show me that you all liked what I did by leaving a comment and fav.

Is that everything, (looks over notes) I think so.

Thank you all for listening, and I’ll see you all later.

Off to go watch Prime and Rescue Bots.

Transformers Prime and Rescue Bots belong to Hasbro

References from (tfreferences.tumblr.com/)

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