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thanksjro · 3 years

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More Than Meets the Eye #29 - The One Where Everyone Gets Super Shiny

Our issue opens up with Swerve laying down the Story So Far in the Exposition Dimension.

Fantastic, you funky little man.

If Swerve looks like he’s been tossed through the car wash a few dozen times, it’s because this is where our new colorist comes in! Everyone, please say hello to Joana Lafuente- known for her love of gradients and attention to light sources, this actually isn’t the first time we’ve run into her. Lafuente worked on colors for several issues of The Transformers (2009), Last Stand of the Wreckers #3, and a few issues of MTMTE Season 1. However, she was matching the styles of her co-colorists on a majority of these, so we haven’t seen her style properly until now.

Getting into the story proper, Cyclonus is busying himself with staring out the window at a PNG of space, as he is wont to do, when he hears the tell-tale sound of tires squealing down the hall towards his room. Oh, goodness, whoever could that be?

Nearly forgot about him, didn’t you? Yeah, it’s a little difficult to follow up on things like a character’s recovery from a horrific disease when you’ve got comic event contract obligations to deal with.

After getting tackled by Tailgate, who reminds us all about the time he stuck his dirty little fingers into a dude’s brain meat, Cyclonus takes the little nerd on a walk through the ship.

You’re not going to convince me to reread “Dark Cybertron”. I don’t care how much of a marshmallow you are, it’s not happening.

They’re passed by Megatron and a bunch of crew members carrying that coffin we saw at the end of last issue down the corridor, Tailgate has a moment, and we get a taste of Cyclonus’ distaste for the Autobots as a whole. Tailgate is mildly offended by this, as he gropes his chest in distain, showing off his shiny new Autobot badge- a gift for not dying a terrible, gruesome death.

Good job, Tailgate. Proud of you.

They’re also passed by an absolutely blitzed Jackpot and Mainframe, the former singing Tailgate’s Tyrest-stopping praises as the latter carts him over to the Medibay to deal with the almost alcohol poisoning he’s got going on. Cyclonus remarks that Tailgate was missed, though Tailgate can’t help but wonder if that’s really true.

Y’all like slowburn romance, right? Because these two dumbasses have been roommates for two years, and we’ve just gotten to the point where physical contact can happen without one of them needing to be dying.

Anyway, it’s been a good day for Tailgate so far. Let’s hope it stays that way for the little dude.

...And that’s a series wrap on Tailgate! Let’s give him a hand, folks!

Hopping back in time to Megatron’s trial, things get underway, as Optimus Prime takes a nap in the judge’s bench as Gripper- whose name you don’t need to remember, as he’s not actually important- tells everyone about how brutal the Decepticon Justice Division is, even to Autobots. Which isn’t really supposed to be their deal, given their, y’know, name, but I suppose nobody’s perfect.

Up in the stands, in an… opera box, I guess? Rodimus is watching the proceedings, when Atomizer walks in. Which I guess you can just do in a Cybertronian court case. Sure.

Atomizer, in case you forgot, is the dude who has a bow and arrow, and used to be an interior designer.

Say, didn’t Whirl has a bow and arrow in the last issue when he attacked Megatron? Mighty curious, that.

Rodimus and Atomizer briefly reflect on the DJD, recalling the horror that was Vos- not that Vos, the other one. Rodimus would really just rather this all be over with so the Lost Light can get back to finding the Knights of Cybertron, and it’s at this point that Atomizer breaks out a thing he really ought not have- the count for the vote on whether or not Rodimus should stay on as captain. Rodimus doesn’t want to look at it, because it was supposed to be anonymous for a reason, and tells Atomizer to destroy the list entirely.

Hm, that’s not a terribly determined face there, Rodimus.

Back in the present, specifically in Swerve’s, Groove is threatening to break Streetwise’s arm, as we get the downlow on just what exactly our Legislator buddy’s deal is. Turn’s out, Swerve got one of the things reprogrammed, so that he follows not the Autobot Code, but something else entirely.

Hey, Swerve?

I don’t expect you to know this, because I don’t think you were present when they revealed this information to the readers, but… your new bouncer is made of people. He’s a dude made of other dudes, namely the Circle of Light. There’s a chance that you reprogrammed a sentient being, my good bitch.

Anyway, Swerve’s in a fucking mood because his shoulder hurts, someone’s stealing his shit, and Megatron has joined the narrative. Over at a nearby table, Skids, Nautica, and Riptide take a gander at the tabloids. Trailcutter, who is positively smashed, to the point where he’s just leaking booze out of his face like it’s his job, isn’t terribly interested in that, however.

What an astute observation, Riptide. And people say you’re stupid!

Trailcutter wants to drink some more, because it’s very likely he’s got a problem, but the mention of “Megatron’s super fuel” makes him feel like it’s time to stop hounding Swerve and start performing crimes.

Back during the trial, we get to Starscream’s testimony. He’s wearing his crown. He’s acting like a self-righteous asshole, as he defends Megatron.

Well, “defend” in the technical, legal sense, I suppose.

But really it’s more about him insulting Megatron’s intelligence, strength, and courage, in front of a LOT of people, while also trying to make himself look better in the war crime department. Megatron doesn’t appreciate this very much, if his murder-face is anything to go by.

Megatron lets Ultra Magnus (his defender, if you’ll recall) know that he wants a private word, and court goes into a brief recess.

Back in the present, Nightbeat’s busy looking at a pin-up of Rung’s alt-mode, when someone knocks on his door. That someone is Chromedome, who’s trying to solve the mystery of The Missing Declaration of Love. Not that he says that specifically out loud.

You two were married, why- okay. No point in yelling at this digital copy of a comic book.

Anyway.

So, the whole screaming thing only happened the one time, and everything was back to normal on subsequent plays of Rewind’s message. Nightbeat seems to be leaning towards the depressive isolating getting to Chromedome, which Chromedome responds to by telling him to get the fuck out. Alas, someone’s blocking the door!

YO WHAT THE FUCK-

Back with Trailcutter’s subplot, our drunken friend is in the middle of breaking into the Medibay. Our trio of cool-colored pals watch him from back at the bar, by way of a laptop that looks like it was built the same year I was born.

As Trailcutter attempts to commit a crime, Megatron, Ultra Magnus, and Ratchet pass by, trying to figure out how to handle the whole coffin situation. Trailcutter’s about to punch the locks off a door, and Nautica decides that this is where she’s going to draw the line today, leaving the gaggle of fools to their shenanigans. Then Tailgate glomps Skids, throwing the computer to the ground and breaking it, as Trailcutter finds the door to the Medibay magically open.

If you don’t know what glomping is, there’s a 60% chance that you’re not old enough to vote in the US.

Trailcutter sneaks into the Medibay, we get a reminder that Ambulon is super dead, and Trailcutter commits theft from a food bank. What a guy.

This is the point where security shows up, armed with a great deal of guns, one of which is Megatron himself. Trailcutter, instead of feeling super powerful, actually feels positively awful after consuming Megatron’s rations of “super fuel”. Because he, as an Autobot, doesn’t want to be within 50 yards of Megatron, Trailcutter breaks out the forcefields the moment the guy approaches him. And oh, what a doozy this one is.

Trailcutter’s gotten himself a fancy new trick- this forcefield he’s broken out lasts for a solid half-hour, and he can’t turn it off. I’m sure that won’t bite him in the ass at any point in the near future, no-siree!

Back in the past, Rattrap is commending Starscream on playing the field and getting the public slightly more on his side, but Starscream’s too busy patting himself on the back to really pay attention. He knew damn well that Megatron wouldn’t like what he had to say on the stand, and now things are finally looking up for ol’ Screamer.

Over with Optimus Prime, Slamdance is showing off how the general public is really into this whole “folks being held accountable for their actions” thing.

In the present, Chromedome and Nightbeat seem to have remembered they have alt-modes and are driving down the hall back to Nightbeat’s room- wonder what the speed limit for the Lost Light is?- and discuss just what the hell happened. The current theory is that the Rewind they saw was a Data Ghost- a collection of information so dense, it had a not-quite-physical presence that wasn’t 100% removed when he died.

Which is a little fucked up, but let’s see where this goes.

Nightbeat undoes the 40,000 locks on his door while Chromedome bleeds guilt all over the shag carpet over the fact that he hasn’t been looking for Dominus Ambus like he said he would.

C’mon James, gimme that Chromedominus endgame.

Nightbeat finally opens the door to find a small problem.

Hm. That’s… not normal.

Over in the Medibay, Trailcutter’s bubble has burst, allowing Megatron to slap him in the back of the head. This head-slapping induces his FIM chip permanently, making it so that he can never get drunk again.

Weird party trick, Megatron. Kinda shitty, really.

Megatron then gives Trailcutter the job of director of security, because he needs direction in his life. Trailcutter just sort of takes what he’s given, because I suppose you can’t really argue with a guy who can literally slap you sober, and also threatens to destroy you if you fuck up even once. Nice, Megs. Nice.

MEGATRON THAT’S BEEN SITTING LIKE THAT FOR OVER HALF AN HOUR YOU FUCKING WET NOODLE

So, since there’s mystery juice all over the floor and no one’s died, Megatron assumes that the coffin ought to be fine to crack open.

Please note that Megatron is not a medical professional, and his views are now peer reviewed by medical professionals. Megatron is in no way endorsed by the WHO.

Anyway, Rodimus is in there.

Pretty fucked up.

Back in the past, recess is over, and Ultra Magnus comes bearing bad news- Megatron wants to change his plea to “innocent.” This gets about the reaction one would expect from just about anyone.

Well, except Rodimus, who’s too busy reading that list that he wanted destroyed. He’s very sad about it.

I know, what a bummer!

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seriously-siri · 7 years

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I know someone who loves Kup and Swerve, may I request those two depressed robots interacting for them?

I didn’t forget you (or your dear friend) lovely Anon!! This was hard. Like super hard…also I am terrified of not getting Kup just right because he is so iconic and fantastic. But…I think I’ve got something for you!

EDIT: And because Tumblr mobile is a complete pile of poo here’s a link to the Ao3 version since the read more doesn’t show up on mobile! (At least it didn’t on mine.)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10800153

Swerve was tired. Not in a his last recharge was on and off again kind of way or a he just didn’t sleep enough hours kind of tired. He was tired. The kind of tired when your optics refused to focus and your head feels heavy. When every step you take feels like it took you three minutes to do. When usually light things feel heavier than they should and stupid simple tasks feel so arduous that you don’t think they’re worth it anymore. It was an exhaustion that went to his very core. Even his thoughts felt tired. He didn’t even think that was a thing.

But hey, everyday is a learning experience right? Or some such bullshit like that.

It’s not like he didn’t have a reason to be tired. Every single Cybertronian on Cybertron had every good reason to be tired. They did just save their planet, and the universe (again). While it could be said that Optimus and Megatron did most of the work (and Swerve really really really hated having to admit that Megatron saved them), everyone else was still part of that battle. There was no escaping a million and a half Ammonites attacking the very small space that everyone was crammed into and even though they won, barely, they’d lost a lot of bots. A lot of friends. If things weren’t dire enough, they had become that much more convoluted. I mean, who had expected Megatron’s return?

Swerve had, no mistaking that. Megatron always found a way to come. Why was that any different? The difference now was that he was wearing red on his chest and not purple and Swerve heard it was Bumblebee’s old badge and that just sort made everything that much more messed up. Messed up and hectic and so tense you could pretty much eat the static in the air with a spoon.

Luckily the Lost Light was looking good as new and as soon as the whole debacle that was Megatron’s trial was over they’d be bouncing again. Hopefully that would be sooner rather than later.

“What’re you doing all the way out here, kid?”

Swerve wasn’t sure whether he should turn around or not. Only three bots that he knew of called people ‘kid’ on a daily basis: Ironhide, Kup, and Ratchet.

There was too much of an accent and not enough grump to be Ratchet. Besides, Ratchet was busy. You don’t take part in en epic battle for your planet (and the universe [again]) and not suffer more than a couple injuries. He’d been elbow deep in bot innards since the Lost Light got back to Cybertron. As for the accent, it wasn’t slangy enough to be Ironhide. Just ignore the fact that after his time at the academy, Swerve was pretty sure Ironhide would never willingly start a conversation with him. Which meant it had to be…

Oh Primus.

“Kup?” And no, his voice did not just squeak into a high pitched ‘I’m clearly vibrating with nerves and excitement at the same time’ tone. Nope. He was going to be totally cool and collected and not ask a million questions because Kup was a Wrecker and Swerve definitely didn’t idolize them and think they were the coolest bots in existence.

Who am I kidding? Definitely not Kup. Nothing got by him. That’s why he was Kup. You don’t get to be as old as Kup, as experienced as Kup, as cool as Kup, by not paying attention to the details.

Swerve didn’t twitch a gear as dark green settled down next to him, a slightly disturbing creak in Kup’s frame made Swerve cringe. Old, right. He’s old.

“Ah,” Kup said with realization as he looked out over the wild and strangely unfamiliar sprawl of Cybertron’s surface in front of them. “I see what you’re doin all the way up here.”

Swerve hadn’t actually considered the view from on top of…wherever he was. It was sort of like a plateau, but it definitely was just some really large piece of debris that managed to not get buried under all the plants that try to kill you when Cybertron had its reset button pushed. He just wanted to get away from everyone for a minute or twelve.

Although, now that he was looking at it, it was pretty stunning. The sun was still fairly high in the sky and the tangled knots of plants below casted shadows that started to make pictures if you stared at the patterns long enough. It was weird, really really weird, to look out and not recognize where they were. Swerve was a lot older than a lot of bots tended to remember, not as old as Kup though.

I wonder if he’ll start doing that thing everyone says he does… Swerve stole a quick glance up at Kup and then quickly looked away. Usually, according to everyone else, when Kup got contemplative (and his face was definitely reading ‘thinking too hard’ right now) he would talk about the past and something he learned from his experiences. Rodimus said it was usually some boring narrative, but Perceptor said that it was always good advice. And damn, Swerve could have used some good at that moment.

“You know,” Kup said slowly, almost to himself more than Swerve. “Looking down at all of that down there, all that mess; it reminds me-”

Called it! And he couldn’t believe he was about to witness one of Kup’s great reminiscence stories. It was too good to be true. Maybe he’d be regaled with some kind of great ancient wisdom! Maybe he could leave this piece of trash and feel slight better about things.

“Reminds me of the day Ark 1 launched.”

Huh?

Swerve couldn’t help but give Kup a puzzled look. He’d been there at the launch himself and this definitely didn’t look anything like the launch pad and there was definitely not a giant spaceship about to take off into outer space. At least not in front of them. The Lost Light was a couple miles behind them. Also there was no massive crowd or festivities or anything. Literally nothing in front of them could possibly remind Kup of that day.

That damn day in history when everything started falling apart and no one knew it yet. When hopes were so high that nothing could crush them. When everyone was so ignorant to the poison that was beginning to spread across the planet and through society.

Kup gave a small chuckle as Swerve’s facial expressions went from downright confused to borderline angry. “What? Don’t agree with me?”

“Er…no.” Swerve paused, trying to think. Was there something he was missing? He glanced down at the world in front of him and shook his head. “Yeah no, I got nothing.”

Maybe Kup was going senile in his old age. He’d heard that rumor before, too. Whirl always said Kup was more crazy than not. Then again that was Whirl talking so it was hard to take seriously.

Kup let a small, mischievous smirk crawl up one side of his face. “Hear me out here, kid.”

“I, er, okay. I’ll try.” Swerve frowned. He was good at listening, he’d never have actually made his bar successful if he wasn’t as good at listening as he was at talking, but he was skeptical right now. “Just so you know, I was there that day, so this is going to be a hard sell.”

Kup just grinned and looked down at him. “Good, then this will be easier than I thought it was going to be. It’s hard to describe that day, ya know?” Thinking a moment Kup looked back over the land in front of them, squinting, almost like he was trying to see where the ship would be standing if it were in front of them. “Where were you that day? Where did you watch from?”

Swerve blinked. “The southern side of the launch platform.” He paused. “I was down in the main crowd.” He remembered because he couldn’t see the initial engine power up, since he was too short to see anything other than a sea of legs, but he was also the only one not complaining about the sun being in his eyes; a small plus to being short. Once the Ark was in the air it didn’t matter where you were standing, you could see if from any direction within a hundred miles of the launch zone.

Kup thought a moment and nodded. “The Ark’s trajectory took it right over your head then, huh? I watched it from up front. They asked me to go along, you know. I said no. My home’s always been here and I wasn’t about to abandon it. I thought we could protect it, I thought we had a chance. Even back then, when no one really knew that we were on the cusp of the big fall out, I had a sinking feeling in my gut. It only grew when I watched that ship take off.”

Swerve frowned. He knew. He knew all too well what that feeling was. He had it then, also. He had it now. It was like Cybertron was trying to warn them of something. It was like when you get the feeling that you have something really important to do, but you can’t remember what it is no matter how hard you wrack your processor. Except this feeling was a little more foreboding. Losing the world (again) was a much higher consequence than missing a drinking date with a friend. Unless that friend is Whirl.

Kup continued. “I get the same feeling now. We’ve got a lot of history in our pockets and look where it’s landed us? This ripe old mess. Wasn’t much different back then, either. Now, instead of star systems we’d never seen before or planets we couldn’t fathom we’ve got our own backyard to navigate and discover. Rediscover, actually.”

Okay, also true.

Also, probably the most messed up part of all of this. Even after all the fingers were done pointing and the blame was tossed to everyone’s feet no matter how involved, or uninvolved, they were no could deny that they all had a hand in the whole debacle. Every single bot carried some part of the blame. Decepticon, Autobot, and Neutral alike. That’s why he opened up his bar to all of them. Because to hell with it all. If this was going to be the cycle they kept going through as a race? If tension was always going to break down into war and war into some kind of galaxy threatening end game then why not have a space for people to actually enjoy a moment away from the shit show that was reality?

“So,” Swerve frowned, glancing up at Kup quickly before staring back out to the horizon. “this is more about how we didn’t listen to warning signs back then and wondering if we’re going to do the same this time around?”

“You could say that.” Kup shrugged. “Or wondering what our part in all of it is going to be this time around. If we’ll even have a part. I wondered the same thing back then. Didn’t know how it was going to pan out. We’re writing on the last page of a book and whatever the next chapter is, is going to be a whole new novel.”

Oh. Oh! Oh. Swerve hadn’t actually considered that. Well he did because what else do you do when you come up to secluded piece of trash to stare out at nothing but think about things that happened in the past? But he hadn’t really thought about how it was for someone like Kup. How many more years of hindsight was adding to that doubt and hesitance?

Not to mention that whole being stuck in the Dead Universe thing.

Swerve resisted the urge to cringe. Sure, he’d been involved in things over the course of the war, but his involvement was being as uninvolved as he could while still being somewhat involved. At least involved enough to still have bragging rights. He wasn’t exactly proud of that.

He wasn’t exactly sure he could change at the moment, either.

“What do you think we’ll do this time?” Swerve was almost afraid to ask. Almost.

“Judging from what we’ve done is the past?” Kup sighed and squeezed the bridge his nose. “Probably muck things up.”

“Again.”

“Yeah, again.”

Swerve almost laughed. Almost. He’d definitely gotten a piece of Kup wisdom.

It wasn’t exactly anything he didn’t already know, just more like all the things he tried to never think about. All the chances they had to change the tides in the past. All the easy mistakes they could have avoided, but didn’t for the sake of…he didn’t even know. Pride? No, not really. Really just for the sake of it. Which was a pretty pathetic excuse.

Kup stood up with a small groan and very long sigh. He looked out over the landscape again and shook his head, disapprovingly. “I’ve been around a long time, been in a lot of moments like this. Don’t like them all that much.” Turning the old bot put a hand in the air and gave a haphazard wave good-bye. “See ya round’ kid. Don’t go thinking too much in one evening. It’ll drive ya mad.”

Hindsight can really be a curse, huh?

Ah! So there it is! I hope I could capture at least a little something that your friend will enjoy! Thank you for the prompt! It was challenging, but in a good way. I had fun =D

#Kup #Swerve #Transformers #maccadam #MTMTE #RID #writing #fanfiction #my writing #why wont it let me tag transformers as a stand alone tag?#wtf tumblr

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designationpinknoise · 7 years

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Transformer X OC scenarios: It’s an earthling thing.

(Idw)

Sleep: Drift/Yuki :this was before they got together

The first time Drift ever saw an organic sleep was quite a nerve wracking one, he walked into his hab suite and noticed it was eerily silent "Yuki?" he called usually she greets him or is sitting on her makeshift bed reading. but, not today...he scanned the room cautiously; keeping his hand on his sword in case something happened, when a tiny form laying on his berth caught his optic, Drift felt his spark sink when he realized it was Yuki.

He rush over to his berth reached for his small friend; only to freeze when she suddenly whimpered and rolled over, he watched the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest every time she took a breath; she looked very calm almost like she were meditating , he frowned before comming Ratchet who said she was napping or Micro-charging, When Yuki woke up she nearly had a heart attack seeing Drift staring at her.

"D-Drift, what are you doing?"

" watching you sleep, you looked very tranquil."

"I noticed, why were you watching me?"

"Because you weren't moving and I thought you were hurt."

The brunette felt flattered that he was worried about her, though Drift was curious about something else "But, here's a question for you," the white swords-mech said watch her stretch "Why in my berth?" he smirk as he watched her ears turn pink.

Rodimus & Kid!Amber: Lose teeth

(this takes place when Rodimus was still on earth and acted Amber's guardian/foster parent.)

Rodimus frowned from his desk as he watched his little charge stare morosely at her apple slices, "Sweetspark are you alright?" he asked, the little girl nodded staring down at her plate "Amber Rose-Roderick, don't lie to me." the 7 year old flinched when he full-named her.

"I know something's bothering you haven't spoken a word today and barely eaten anything" he pointed out her odd behavior then narrowed his eyes "...is someone bullying you?" the blue eyed girl shook her head he got up went to her little area.

"Are you sick?" he put a digit to her forehead only for the little girl to swat it away, shook her head again, and muttered something, he hummed then leaned "Come again?" Amber growled "I sthed em Phine!" she lisped before the flame colored mech could say anything she grabbed one of the slices shoved into her mouth; then started chewing then froze when she felt her gums hurt and something hard in her mouth.

"Amber?" he heard something crunch that didn't sound like a an apple, she spat into her plate and Rodimus's optics widened when he saw a tooth laying in the tiny puddle of saliva,energon and chewed up apple he looked back at his charge then,

back at the tooth, Amber, tooth, Amber, tooth, {Computer dial up sounds,,,}*Bing* "Ratchet?!?!..." in the end Rodimus ran into Carly on the way to the med bay; who explained it was normal for children to start losing their baby teeth at Amber's age he skeptical, but took her word for it.

Present day

19 year old Amber cringed as her boyfriend told the story of how she lost her first tooth, her face a lovely shade of dark magenta as the bots giggled; "I still have a few of her baby teeth." he said causing her to look at him mortified. "Why?" he shrugged "Carly gave me a little box and said should keep a memento of the occasion." then he remember something "Oh speaking of which you seen when she got chicken pox, it was adorable!~" as the bots snickered at her as she screamed in horror and ran out of Swerve's "Babe where you going?"

Brainstorm&Sybil: Cracking Joints

It was a pretty quiet day on the lost light, very slow to, when Brainstorm decided to visit his favorite, little E-type, well he got to her room, she answered looking frustrated and tired her mismatched eyes found and lit up when she saw him when she but, it seemed forced as she let him in.

"Hi stormy! what brings you here?"

"Oh, just a slow day on the Lost light, figured I'd see how you were doing?"

"I'm fine except for this damn kink in my damn back..."

"Kink?"

He walked up to her, curiously and Sybil awkwardly told him were to put hands, and she inhaled held her breath "Okay push!" he pushed into her spine as the sandy haired girl exhaled, Brainstorm nearly jumped out of his armor when these loud pops came from Sybil's back causing her yelp then sigh contently before the mech grabbed her shoulders,

"What was that sound? did I hurt you?" he asked panicking looking for any signs of pain. "Nope, just popped my back in the right place.~" she said rubbing her neck then stretched, Brainstorm's worry was suddenly replaced, Need watching her body tighten up, and the fact she wearing nothing but a sports bra and tiny shorts probably on her way to the training room before he got there. "You since you're dressed for it, I have a work out we can do,~" he said slyly bringing his servo up to one of her butt cheeks and squeezed as Sybil's face turned bright pink.

Prime

Prowl and Janis: sight

"Gah!" Prowl jumped back in shock as he was his mate remove some weird clear thing from her optic, "What's wrong?" she asked in shock, as he looked at the odd covering then at his mate "What is that?" he frowned she looked at the cover on her finger tip, "My contact lenses?" she said as the police mech tilted his head incredulously, "They help me with my vision." she explained blinking a few times as she took the other one out.

"I'm near sighted."

"You're...blind?"

"No,not like that! Everything within 39 inches of my face is blurry, it worse in my right eye."

"How long have you had these... contact lens?"

She blushed rummaged around one of her boxes and showed him a photo, Prowl tilted his helm as he looked at the younger girl in the photo she had longer hair and wore glasses "is this you?" he asked she nodded think I just about to graduate middle school and Ai Lin and Ryann dragged me the eye doctors and told to try them," she flinched at the memory...

Mini-flashback

"But I like my glasses..." Janis said looking at her friends as they stood in front of the optometrist, "come of Janis it'll be fine, you been wearing glasses since elementary, wouldn't you like to change?" Ryann said the blonde shuffled nervously as Ai butted in,

"And you don't have to risk them being stolen or broken and wiping them off every time you walk into a warm building." Janis went to protest about what if she lost them or forgot to take them out, but the two girls had already dragged her inside. Janis was escorted into the exam room.

while her two friend sat in the waiting room, then heard Janis freaking out the exam room opened and a whimpering crying Janis came out wiping her eyes, as the doctors handed her prescription, as Ryann and Ai Lin nodded and thanked the staff before walking to a coffee shop, when they got inside;

Janis's glasses fogged up and she took them off to clean someone knocked into her back causing her to drop them, the hazel eyed girl heard Ai Lin and Ryann yelling at someone before finding her glasses and winced he right lens had a perfectly round pea sized chip in the bottom corner.

"Guys I think I'll reconsider those contacts...."

---

"Had them since," she said putting on her reading glasses as Prowl faced turned neutral she looked at up at him, "Though I'll freaked out that forget to take the out that's stupid, eh?" her bot still didn't say anything, Janis stared at him concerned "Prowl?" the police mech fans kicked on, :: | By Primus she's hot! :: | he mentally screamed before glitching out.

Megatron & Temperance: hair

"augh...I need to cut my hair." Temperance mumbled it was getting too long, and was becoming a hindrance to take care of, she walked down the street and into a hair dressers about ten minutes later one of the vehicons pulled up, to building and a man with a purple buzz-cut red sun-glasses and black suit, got out he walked in,

"Miss Monroe? Lord Megatron has...what?" he awkwardly stared as Temperance finished paying the hairdresser, then looked at Steve who looked at her shock "what happened to that stringy stuff on your head?" he asked looked at her now shoulder length hair.

"I cut it off, What does Megs need?" she asked the vehicon looked sick awkwardly as gestured to his alt-mode still staring at her shorter hair oddly, needles to say Temperance did turned a few helms as she followed Steve to megaton's quarters, then they got there Megatron nodded at them then did a double take when he saw Temperance and mass displaced.

"What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Your hair! it's short!"

"Oh, I had it cut."

The warlord gave her the same look Steve gave her, "why? why would you do something like that?" he demanded as he awkwardly used one of his claws to examined her side swept bangs, "Because it was bothering me, and expensive to take care of?" she said with shrug while Megatron seemed to be looking, for something,

"I just don't understand why you would mutilate yourself like this?" he said running he claws through it carefully Temperance was floored Mutilate, why would he think...oh; they all must've thought her hair was literally a body part and she just amputated it "Oh, no no! It's didn't hurt."

Megatron looked very confused. "besides it'll grow back." his red optics widened, "It grows?!" six months later, sure enough her hair was almost back to it's original length, thought Temperance still trimmed it from time to time to the war-lord dismay as he was still a little skeptical about it.

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Lambo twins x Witwicky twins: Heartbeats

It was a slow day for the lambo twins they were in holo-forms sat on the bleachers watching watching Kendra's track meet, a few people cheered as the runners made passed the finish line. Kenny nearly fell over before being picked up by Sideswiped,

who gave her a sly grin "Good job. Kenny" the out of breath girl gave him a tired smile and hugged him to her before he could protest about her being sweaty, "whoa!" the bi-color eyed girl blinked and pulled away thinking she hurt him,

only for Sides to hug her tightly to him causing her to wrap her legs around him from the sudden action "Side-duh Sydney!? what are you d-doing? she said as people giving them odd looks, and sly grins and few jealous glances, he just purred as Sunstreaker and and Billie came up behind them

"Bro? what are you doing?"

"Her spark...."

"Huh? she doesn't have... what about it."

"It's making a sound...a nice sound..."

Kendra's face started to heat up"It's getting faster..." the red haired twin said as""Sunder"" saw her ears starting to change color, and threw a towel over her before anyone saw her true colors(1), while Billie did crowd control "yeah, yeah nothing to see here.." just a Sides put Kendra down "hey I'm gonna go shower real, quick see out front" she kissed Sideswipe on the cheek, Billie followed her as Sides look at his brother curiously "what?" Sunny hissed "aren't you little bit curious, to hear it?" the blonde avatar tsk'd and walked back to his alt-mode.

A few hours later

the Lambo's now massed displaced sat in the Witwicky's basement Sides and Kenny were playing video games while Billie was working on an art project, before taking a break to get a drink when heard a growl of protest then, she vaguely remembered a weight on her and though it was Mojo or Frankie, But nope it was a shrunk down Sunstreaker with his helm to her chest, the older Witwicky twin felt her face heat up, as the marigold mech purred cuddling closer to her chest, Sideswipe was right it is a nice sound...

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Eugenesis, Part Six Scene Two: Even Roberts Is Concerned At This Point

Ultra Magnus, Death’s Head, Siren, and Galvatron have just reached Aquaria, thanks to the transwarp drive. They reenter reg-space and find themselves faced with the Thermopylae, leaving the orbit of a collapsing planet. Someone brings up whether or not they shouldn’t, you know, go down to the planet that looks about two minutes from self-destructing, but they’ve got to go get the Matrix, which they still believe to be in the underwater base.

We, as followers of the narrative, already know that the Matrix, Xenon, Haxian, and a bunch of nasty little baby makers are on that ship, and decidedly not on the planet anymore. The Aquaria team, unfortunately, does not have access to such information, and they dive down into the ocean, into that massive abyss that the Quintesson base is tucked into.

Siren, I am so sorry, dude.

Over with Optimus in the Ark, we’re still being ridiculous.

Optimus Prime, who has been around these folks (all of whom have literally millions of years of experience on him when it comes to fighting thanks to his dirt nap) for a grand total of maybe a day, thinks he’s fit to judge and damn everyone, in one of the most arguably high-stress situations to have ever befallen this entire race. Maybe the whole “turn out you only get to live for three more years after you wake up on Earth” thing is getting to him more than he cares to admit. I know I’d be a bit bleak if I found out I died in a video game made by some nerd with two first names.

The first Tridents are coming towards them over the horizon, and Optimus orders the aerial forces to take them down.

I like this little snippet.

Joining the Quintesson ships are our Quintessential Flying Fucks, using their jet bodies to their advantage- let’s not forget, for as much time they’ve spent within the story, they haven’t been seen by a vast majority of the Transformers. Most of the robot who saw them on Earth are either off-world or dead. It’s a hell of an advantage for them.

Sevax, no, you fool! If you leave now, we’ll never get your lore!

While all this is happening up in the air, Optimus tells Mirage to move in. He and his team of ground troops jump out of the back of the ship, losing about half of their numbers to missile fire and lasers. It’s messy. Those who weren’t killed on the way down find themselves surrounded by Sharkticons and hoverbikers. This, too, is messy. Tracks is dead. Bonecrusher’s wounded enough to need to be picked up by Mirage.

How do you keep surviving these things, Swindle? Roberts must really like you or something.

Although, given what he’s done to some of his favorites, maybe not. Swindle may just be one lucky bastard.

A few of the remaining team members nab some hoverbikes and start making their way over to the Fortress proper. The battle rages on, more and more robots getting killed in violent, awful ways, to the point where I think even Roberts might have sat back and said “maybe this is a bit much,” because this little section is ended with:

Back on the Ark, it’s just Optimus and Bluestreak.

I mean, it’s just Bluestreak now.

Now this is an interesting idea, a form of hierarchy based on computing power in the brain. A sort of genetic class-system, that only those who have extra abilities can benefit from. Sort of reminds me of the cold-construction racism in the IDW comics. Yes, I know Roberts didn’t come up with that all on his lonesome, it’s just an interesting comparison.

It also explains just why Thunderclash was kidnapped as opposed to Rodimus after the bomb went off.

This little hiccup in their biology really bites them in the ass here, as none of the Quintessons realize that it’s Optimus Friggin’ Prime that’s coming towards them. He promptly starts kicking tail.

Optimus Prime trying to be as cool as Soundwave, but he’s already shown what a jackass he is in this. Too little too late, Optimus. Better luck next continuity. I bet he’s still thinking “fuck, I hope we all get killed for our warmongering”, as he’s bashing skulls in.

Back on the Ark, Bluestreak’s feeling a little lonely, now being the only one aboard. It’s honestly sort of surprising that a ship that big can be flown by a single pilot, but looks like he’s managing alright. He blasts a hole in the Fortress, we’re reminded that it’s the shape of a pentagon, because Quintessons, and then he zips up into the night sky.

Over at Delphi, Sygnet’s bothering Chromedome by screaming about getting a signal from the folks over at the Fortress. This wouldn’t be such a problem, but Chromedome’s busy working on the new microchip to counteract the Inhibitor Chip, and he’s actually running a little behind on the timeline for the whole thing. Sygnet, in a surprising show of understanding, leaves the room.

Sygnet takes the time to reflect on his personal experience with the Autobot/Decepticon war. He’s not a fighter, you see, not in the traditional sense. He spent his time devising and constructing weapons- traditional, biological, some that would violate the Geneva convention- and that was how he liked it. He wasn’t interested in being an active participant.

And yet he can’t help but wish he were fighting alongside Optimus Prime. No one is immune to his charm, it would seem.

As he’s thinking about Cybertron’s collective crush, he follows a set of cables tied to the wall, which lead him to a rather grim scene.

…Did they take his legs? Why did they take his legs off? How much processing power could one’s leg’s possibly require when you’re flat on your back? I know that he’s about to do some intense stuff and probably needs all the help he can get, but-

It just seems a little overkill is all.

Soundwave’s all trussed up like a life-saving turkey, hooked up to the Delphi transmitter and ready to go with the anti-Inhibitor Chip signal.

Soundwave’s not taking shit from anyone anymore. He’s had too long a week.

They radio in Chromedome, making sure he’s also good to go on his end- he’s meant to be piggybacking a secondary message alongside Soundwave’s signal, giving the prisoners coordinates to follow. He says that he is.

Oh, well that’s very nice of you, Chromedome.

Perceptor doesn’t care about niceties though, just giving Soundwave a second of warning that this will probably hurt before flipping the switch.

Soundwave does his thing and then the lights go out.

For, like, the bottom half of the planet.

Luckily, the message got through before that happened.

Over in Kledji, the prisoners are busting out. Shrapnel, an Insecticon, manages to overload the generator for the entire prison, releasing everyone. Folks are transforming like there’s no tomorrow- honestly, there might not be at this rate- and moving towards the ships outside to get to the Sonic Canyons as fast as they can.

Back over at the Fortress battle, Quantax is standing out on the balcony having a little ego stroke.

It’s got him feeling good. So good, in fact, he decides to join in on the fun, pulling out a rifle and aiming for something easy.

Looks like Mainframe wasn’t fast enough this time.

The sight of a fellow Autobot’s head just disappearing makes something snap inside Optimus, or something, because that’s the point when he decides it’s time to regroup, retreat, and move on to phase two of the plan. He sends out a long-range message to everyone stating this.

Quantax watches as the Ark returns to the field, loads up all its passengers, and then zooms away. Some Sharkticons had climbed onto the front in an attempt to stop it, but they’re no match for the power of gravity.

Thank goodness that smile wasn’t sad or proud, or we might be in trouble here.

Man, I hope he remembered to turn on the artificial gravity before he did that.

Quantax is friggin’ pissed at this turn of events. He storms into the control room and orders every still-functioning trooper to hunt down the Transformers and eliminate them. This battle ain’t over ’til he says it is.

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