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writeyouin · 6 months

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Greetings! I would like to request something from wonderful you! How about a scenario with the Jettwins (you can choose if poly or not) were they have a bot-reader thats carrying their sparkling? Like from when they find out and when the Sparkling is 'born'. It would be hilarious if the Sparkling ended up being not one but two, twin sparklings and they're the most mischief little things in the world. Sentinel fears them. They know that. They use it as their advantage. Thank you for your time! :D

Poly-Jetfire & Jetstorm X Bot-Reader – Sparklings

A/N – For those of you who don’t know, a solar-cycle is 1 day, and a Deca-cycle is 10 days.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

“Not too fast.”

“Be going easy now.”

“Don’t try transforming.”

“Let me carry that.”

You sighed, giving up on the box that you were supposed to take to Sentinel’s office aboard the ship he now commanded in Magnus’ temporary absence. Jetstorm rushed in to grab it, grinning proudly and opening his mouth to add another comment about what you should or shouldn’t do now that you were carrying sparklings.

Jetfire, who had been just as bad, nodded sagely as you tuned them out, closing your optics for a moment while you vented out some air, trying to keep your composure.

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do as Jetstorm threw the box down and both twins rushed to your side, holding on to you as if you keep you from falling.

“Are you okay?”

“Are you feeling the sick?”

“Are you needing a stasis nap?”

“Should we be calling the doctor-bot?”

“Careful brother, they might be missing the Earth climate.”

“Yes, that must be it!”

You held up your servos, “Alright, that’s enough.”

“Yes, enough for the solar-cycle,” Jetfire agreed.

Jetstorm nodded vigorously, “Yes, you will be needing a rest now.”

“Boys please,” You groaned, then when forced to look upon their concerned expressions, your face melted into a gentle smile as you held out a servo for each of them to hold, bringing the three of you into a small circle.

“Jetfire, Jetstorm, you know you are everything to me. You are the spark that powers me, the circuitry inside, the wind beneath my wings,” You concluded, borrowing an idiom from Earth.

“But you don’t have wings,” They said in unison, sharing a perplexed look.

You ignored their confusion, soldiering on. “I love you both very much, and I’m just as excited to be carrying your sparklings, but I need to be able to continue living my life, just like before.”

“But the Decepticons!” The twins cried out earnestly.

“Alright, almost like before. Look, if I promise I won’t fight any more Decepticons until after the Sparklings are born, but in return, you two have to let me do my other jobs, okay? If it all gets too much, I promise that I’ll ask you for help.”

Jetfire and Jetstorm took a minute to contemplate your request, then they nodded in unison.

“Okay,” Jetstorm kissed your cheek-plate, “We promise.”

“Ja,” Jetfire pressed a servo against your carrying chamber, aiming his promise at the two lifeforms inside. “Promise.”

You vented out some air in relief, “Thank you.”

Throughout the remainder of your carrying term, Jetfire and Jetstorm kept their word, no longer treating you as if you were made from glass. They were still very attentive to your needs, bringing you extra energon rations, and ensuring that Sentinel was extra nice to you (primarily by playing Gorrila-warfare against him, Jetfire pranking him while Jetstorm rested, and vice versa if Sentinel ever acted less than nicely to you), but they also gave you space when you asked for it, and let you set the bar for what you could and couldn’t do.

Then, when it came time to birth the sparklings, the twins were glad to be part of a duo. How anyone could help their partner through birth alone was impossible for them to understand. While Jetstorm stayed with you in the Medical Bay, Jetfire transformed, flying stupidly fast to get the ship’s medical bot.

There was no argument as to who would get to stay, and who would go; they seemed to have worked that out among themselves beforehand. Then, when Jetfire returned with a shell-shocked doc-bot clinging onto the outside of his cockpit, the pair combined into Safeguard to hold your servo.

The birth was relatively standard as far as Cybertronian births went. There was little pain, and the doc-bot ensured that you were as comfortable as could be and that the sparklings were healthy. The one thing that nobody expected was that you weren’t carrying two sparklings like the preliminary scans had shown, but four; the other two hiding behind their siblings. They were considerably smaller, mini-bots by right.

For that alone, Safeguard disbanded, becoming Jetfire and Jetstorm so they could each hold one sparkling while you laid on the berth, holding the remaining two, one in each arm.

“This is incredible, brother,” Jetfire grinned ecstatically.

“That is being the understatement,” Jetstorm laughed.

“I cannot wait to be telling everybody, right (Y/N)!”

You didn’t reply, staying quiet as you looked from one sparkling to the other, your gaze darting around the room.

“(Y/N)?” The twins tried.

“What if…” You mused. “What if we didn’t tell people?”

“You do not want the people to know about our sparklings?” Jetfire said, his brow-plate furrowing in confusion.

“Just give it a few solar-cycles.”

Jetstorm looked down at the bronze sparkling in his arms, a perfect combination of his and Jetfire’s colours. “Why?”

“Think of it,” You said, your eyes aglow with mischief. “Tomorrow, Sentinel’s gonna come in, expecting two new sparklings on his ship, which he, as the Commanding Officer, has to oversee during the naming ceremony.”

The twins looked at each other, suddenly sharing your wicked grin. Yes, Sentinel would certainly be surprised.

As it was, with Sentinel’s work as head of the ship, he was a great deal busier than expected, especially with new reports from Cybertron arriving, informing him of surges in Decepticon activity. Although he was supposed to come in the next solar-cycle, it was actually a Deca-cycle till he could make it to the naming ceremony.

In that time, the sparklings had grown very slightly, and though they couldn’t walk yet, they were proficient in crawling, and they had nice strong grips, allowing them to hold onto their creator of choice.

And so the day came, with you and the twins standing proudly at the ship’s helm, Jetfire and Jetstorm each holding a sparkling, with Jazz hidden behind a control panel, struggling to hold onto the other two sparklings as they tried to escape his grip and make their way over to you.

“Easy now nuts and bolts,” He said cheerfully, using the nicknames he’d provided them, upon having been let into the prank. “You’ll go to your creator’s soon, but just hold on for a few klicks. You may be nuts and bolts, but Sentinel’s nuts and dolts, and he’s gonna get the fright of his life.”

Jazz played a low lullaby from his speakers, soothing the tiny Cybertronians, who looked so much like you. He had hold of one mini-bot and one regular bot.

Finally, Sentinel graced you with his presence and he hurriedly began his speech, taking little notice of the sparklings. All he wanted was to be as far from the new twins as possible; if they were anything like their parental twins, or you, he wanted nothing to do with them.

“And so we mark their creation, yada, yada, yada,” Sentinel huffed half-heartedly, “In the name of Primus, and so on… Skipping past the long rites, I as Captain of this ship welcome the new Cybertronians to the universe. ”

He held out his hands for the first sparkling which Jetfire brought forward.

“We named him Crosswind.”

“Right, right, Crosswind, welcome to existence,” Sentinel said, rolling his optics.

As was custom, he had to keep hold of Crosswind while he was handed the other sparkling.

“And this is his sister, Delta.”

“Right, right, Delta’s alive too,” Sentinel gabbled in a downplayed greeting, hardly fulfilling his duty as Captain. “And now, you can take your glitches back.”

He held them out to you, but you frowned, “Hang on, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“No, I am not,” Sentinel seethed, “Now, take them back!”

“Oh you’re right,” You slapped your helm comically, “You’re not forgetting something, I am.”

At this point, Jazz snuck up behind Sentinel and placed the other two sparklings on his shoulders. They gripped on and the one on Sentinel’s left pawed at his face with a chubby servo, pulling at his mouth.

“WA IN UNCONS NAME S IS!” Sentinel garbled.

You supposed it was meant to be something along the lines of ‘What in Unicron’s name is this?!’ However, with your sparkling now trying to grab his glossa, it was much more difficult for him to say.

“These,” You answered triumphantly, holding back laughter while Jetfire and Jetstorm lost it behind you, their laughter crackling with static as they doubled over, holding onto one another for support, “are our other two boys. Throttle & Wing Walker.”

Sentinel, after regaining his composure hurried out a quick welcome and then practically hurled the sparklings at the three of you.

“Double the ship’s speed,” He ordered Jazz on the way out of the room. “I want them all on Cybertron and far, far away from me.”

And so it was that you held your sparklings and the twins having been brought into a group hug by them, as the seven of you made your way back home, ready to start your life as a new family.

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soundbluster · 9 days

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Because I've been so busy recently, have an old deleted scene, originally drawn back in Feburary/March 2022...

This would have originally been Volume 3 page 15 and 16 during Shockwave's interrogation via Cortical Psycic patch.

I don't normally get this far in drawing something before I decide to cut it... but this was one of those rarer occasions, and it's been sitting on my hard drive for years.

I haven't edited it at all this is how it was when I decided to cut it. All I've done is combine the two pages and added *sentinel prime to the first panel.

#transformers #transformers shattered glass #fanfiction #transformers prime #fan comic #tfsg #macadam #fanfic #tfp #fanart #pre empurata shockwave #senator shockwave #shockwave #sentinel prime

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blazewrites-smut · 7 months

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Kinktober Day One: Orgasm Denial

Day One: TFA | Sentinel Prime | Orgasm Denial

This was music to your audio receptors~

The bratty, loud-mouthed Sentinel Prime was begging beneath you. Your spike throbs within his valve as you sat between his spread thighs while he sobbed for you to continue. He was a mess, the Prime who once had authority and stood tall over your smaller frame build was now laid out beneath you with his vents on high and his frame heating up as you denied yet another overload for him. You have already let a few overloads out but only overloaded on him, not in his valve. He didn’t deserve your overload if he was going to treat you the way he has recently.

“Sentinel, have you learned your lesson? Do you ask for my forgiveness?” You ask him as wait for his incoming overload to slowly fade away, making the mech bound below you struggle and growl up at you as drool falls down his chin as he keeps a hard glare on your figure.

“I-I FRAG! I’d rather suck Megatron’s spike than apologize to a lowly officer like yourself.” He sneers up at you, you tsk and buck into him making his scream as the painful pleasure of his valve walls being nudged again as his optics flare a almost white glow as his body builds a charge that he can’t quite let go. Maybe a few more would help him change his mind. Sentinel, afterall, enjoyed some roleplay and scenarios such as this one. He was a rather interesting mech; he was bratty, egotistical, and threatening. You loved him for that though, he was an interesting partner and made every day an experience, you moan as your hips roll at a pace that has the poor mech below you sobbing from pleasure as you feel your own overload building and building up.

“Are you ready for another load? Maybe if you take it all I’ll let you overload on my spike. You have to be a good bot though, before I can let you release. You need to prove that you are worthy of overloading after your little stunt of refusing to a-pol-i-gize!” Each thrust is punctuated with abrupt thrusts that are rougher than usual and each rough thrust has him gasping as you tease his fluttering valve. His expressions were so precious, he looked like he was overcharged from engex. The way his optics flashed and his mouth drooled as you enjoyed the pleasured expression and noises that left the Prime.

As you neared your end, you could feel him coming. His valve pulses and flutters as your thrusts start to become sloppy and loose its rhythm as you feel your spike twitch and throb as pre-fluid starts to drip into him as you near your end. You hear his words, babbling as he begs for you to overload inside of him. Begging to overload with you, his desperation was cute. You decide to take pity on him. Thrusting into him you start to peak and your moans harmonize with his sounds as the two of you finally fall over the edge and your transfluid starts to spurt out and fill his valve up once again. It’s thick and heavy as it fills up and up, making him cry out as his own overload joins with your own. He makes a squeal like moan as his optics frizzle and flash before a loud scream erupts from him.

He trembles and shakes below you before his frame stills and his optics shudder offline as the mech reboots. You tremble below his thighs as a whine leaves you, his valve was so tight around you as he stays passed out as his frame slowly comes back online. He slowly comes to, his optics are hazy and he slowly comes back to the present. He looks up at you as you struggle to keep your balance above him. Thighs weak from your overloads and the several hours of non-stop interfacing. You hear a chuckle rumble through his chassis before large servos grab at you and pull you close to him and cradle you to his larger frame.

“I warned you, it would take a lot from you.” He rests his helm above your own as he thumbs at your aft as you shimmey yourself to get comfortable on his lap.

“Frag off, you enjoyed it.” You reply as your optics shudder offline, a hum from him follows before a huff of amusement leaves him.

“I did, though I think I will continue to be the dom from now on. I don’t think your little frame can handle ths many rounds so closely together.” He wasn’t wrong, you were absolutely exhausted.

Totally worth it though.

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porcelain-thyme · 4 months

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The Herbalist (Tree Sentinel x fem!OC) - Chapter One

(I put it as OC but tbh it could be a reader insert since I leave the character description light and also she just goes by one name Morte)

My first ever fanfic lol, I saw someone on here lament the fact that there was no Tree Sentinel fanfic and I agree, so I decided to write one lol, this is the first chapter and I will probs be updating every week or so lol. I might write for other characters too. Added a read more so it didn't take up the entire feed cause its long lol

You heaved against the solid wood, the crisp morning mist embraced you. Limegrave's fair beauty, covered with a veil of golden rays, held you still as your eyes scanned the vast field of grass waltzing with wisps of wind. The hushing of the trees lulled the falling Erd leaves to the ground as you hesitantly stepped away from the door.

In the distance you could hear the songs of birds echo and the salty waves crash against fine sand.

‘It feels too good to be true compared to what they prepared me for.’ you thought.

Scanning your surroundings you noticed the cute little critters hopping around and on the edges of rocks perched some proud birds, both animals you had never seen before. Your own town was too dimmed in an everlasting mist for anything cute to survive, like the gloom sucked out all the fun of living. The shadow of the ruined building covered the left. Bushes and trees scattered around. Beside you, a few steps away, a flower glowing softly stood, swaying in the sea breeze which hit your sinuses, dry and pungent with salt. You crouched down, putting your weight on the balls of your feet. You were enraptured by its beauty, your gloved hand reaching out to caress the delicate petals. This wasn't enough, so you peel the fabric from your hand to freely examine it.

It's soft and full of life, nothing like the plants you have back at home, where the endless dull skies leaves the ground barren of flowers. But here is different, you have never felt such a lively and soft material, the small indents of the veins running the white velvet flesh leaves you giddy with wonder.

Your head swivelled for more wonderment, finally landing on a group of vermillion star-petalled flowers. You rushed over, breathless with awe, the joy vibrating in your chest, as you once again examined a new specimen.

“I was waiting for you to approach me. Seems like you didn't even notice, strange considering I'm the only other person here.” A voice from behind you greeted, full of mirth and sass.

You startled so much that as the breath finishes its course out your mouth, you already had your sword ready.

“I would suggest against striking me, Tarnished. It will certainly not end well for you.” His voice lilted with a slightly gravelled tone.

You turned red and heated with embarrassment, this was not how you wanted to greet what you presume to be a fellow human.

“My apologies, Sir. You startled me.”

He huffed lightly, though you couldn't see his face you could see his chest rise and fall. Which relieved you. At least you were not completely alone.

‘You seem to take a while to think, Tarnished. Should I take a seat and wait.”

You eyed this stranger with suspicion, as he took a seat on the soft grass. There was no harm in keeping your guard up around here.

“Might I ask who you are, Sir?”

“I will once you put down that sword. I have no intention of harming you. In fact, I am here to guide you.” You saw the crinkles around his eyes as he smiled. He sat there, leisurely with no care in the world. You decided to heed his request, awkward and overwhelmed by everything.

“You certainly look different from the other Tarnished that come here. Have you any training at all?” He was looking at you with what seemed to be concern, like he can see right through the bulky armour and linen cloth.

“I have been trained, thank you very much. What’s more of a concern right now is that fact that you still haven't answered my question.”

He huffed out another chuckle. The sun had now warmed your skin in comfort at this point, as it climbed to midday.

“Varre. My name is Varre and I'm your one shining hope in this land, despite the fact that you are maidenless.”

‘Maidenless?”

His head tilted towards the Erd tree, eyes distant as if this was nothing new.

“Yes, well, you need a maiden to help you on your journey. A patroness of sorts.”

Your head whirled in confusion as you sifted through your memories. You had heard nothing of maidens from the high priests who taught you.

“You're thinking again, Tarnished. It seems to be a bad habit.” There he goes again. Like the matter was some joke, like you were a joke.

“I have a name too, Varre.” You were sharp with your retort.

“Oh, yes? And what would that be?” He seemed to have been mocking you still.

“Morte.”

“Morte. Seems fitting considering your chosen vocation.” Hazel eyes piercing right through your armour.

“I… I didn't choose this path. It was chosen for me.” You said heavily, eyes downturned in shame with your heart layed on top of your guts.

“Oh? And here I thought all Tarnished were here for their own selfish reasons.” He seemed surprised.

The sun was past its throne, starting its journey back to his chamber. Like he could feel the ensuing uncomfortable talk.

“The High Priest from my town said it has been my duty since birth to find the Elden Ring. I never wanted this life and frankly I'm too physically weak to even fight a wolf off. But they seemed to have insisted that since it is my duty, that I will find a way.”

He was silent, listening intently with the still physique of a statue.

“If I am to be completely honest, after hearing that I am not the first nor the last I feel as though this path is moot to me now. Surely, there are people more fit for the task than I.”

He seemed to be in thought for a while, like the cogs in his head were turning.

“It seems that I am not the only one who’s a slow thinker.”

He let out a small chuckle, mercifully moving his gaze to the ground.

“This situation does seem to need more thought than I expected.” He has straightened his posture, his legs crossed.

“Aha! Now you know how I feel.”

Things go quiet after that. It wasn't awkward silence but more of a perplexing one. Around us the world kept its cycle. The moon had started to tuck the sun into bed with blankets of dusk clouds. The shadows were more prominent as they covered the rolling fields and in the distance ruins glowed with slight warmth from what seemed to be a fire. Still even with the golden veil gone the land before you held its beauty with pride.

“You know… all throughout my life people have directed me, never left me alone. Now that I'm here, I feel lost, even though they gave me instructions. I need to find the Elden Ring, but I just want to explore this place now. It's not like they can find out what I'm doing, but I still fear that they will.”

He was back to staring at you now. our legs were crossed and hands held your head, like a saddened child.

Suddenly he got up, stretched his popping spine and then let out a groaning exhale.

“Follow me. I might know a way to help.”

He's held out his hand now, keeping a respectful distance as you use his arm to pull yourself up. His hand was warm and his grip firm compared to yours.

The back of your legs slowly forced themselves to straighten after lack of use while you stretched your arms out above your head in a Y shape. Bones and muscles expanded and settled back with a similar exhale.

He turned around and headed down the slight hill, his footsteps were heavy and his clothing swayed slightly with his confident movements. You followed behind, timid and on edge. Following a stranger could be very detrimental, but that was your best option so far. The further you walked down the more you could see the fields, to the left were ruins of what seemed to be a rounded coliseum.

To the centre was a path that led to the lit church, which seemed to be guarded by a large armoured man on an even larger horse. You were surprised that you did not hear the thudding hoofs of this majestic beast nor the scrape of metal against metal.

“It's best to keep your distance from the Tree Sentinels, let them do their jobs and they will let you do yours.” His voice level as though this sight is normal in these parts, and for all you knew, it was.

You continued down the hill to a glowing pile. Wisps of gold gilded around it like a campfire, as you stand next to it. It’s pretty and it illuminated the surrounding environment and you had this pull to touch it and to know if this light is warm and if it felt like the wind softly caressing your hair.

“Go ahead. Raise your hand towards it and let's see what it does.”

“What happens when I do?”

“It's a site of grace, it will; be able to tell you where you need to go. For most of you Tarnished, if not all that I've met so far, it leads you to Stormviele castle.” He had this tone of excitement, like a child anticipating a treat.

“It won't hurt me, will it?”

“Not in the slightest, Morte. If anything it will feel pleasant.”

So you heeded his wishes and crouched down. This must have been the magic that the high priest talked about. It held warmth to it and in the centre, levitating, was a tear shaped orb. You reached your hand out towards it, not knowing what exactly you were doing. The warmth from the grace site passed through the material of the glove with ease to finally touch your skin. It was like you could feel every particle of grace fit into the imprint of your skin, like gold filling cracks of pottery.

Like wading your hand in a pool of water, you could feel the movement of the grace as your hand shook still. It was textured like fine sand, almost powdery but the coarseness still gritted slightly against the fingerprints and dried valleys of your hand.

You focused on the feeling and all of a sudden you felt something shift, like movement in water. Opening your eyes you look over to see Varre staring at you intently.

“It does feel pleasant.” You were breathless, the awe of the situation holting your mind.

He still didn’t answer, but he leaned close to the site, like he was looking for something. Through the grains of grace you felt something, like uneasiness embodied. It felt like the grace of wavering slightly, like his pulsing heart's increased rate was felt by it. You felt nervous now, something was wrong. You realised that he said this would help guide you but you can’t feel nor see anything to suggest a path. If anything it just swirled like usual, only glowing brighter with you connected to it. It felt homely and warm, it was a comfort you never wanted to let go of.

He finally spoke, though there was hesitance and confusion tinting his usual teasing tone.

“I haven’t seen something like this before. How do you feel?”

He was looking at you now. His eyes were intimidating even with the concern behind them. You felt like he should have the answer to this, but seeing someone who has supposedly been doing this for quite a long time look at you like a lost pup had you in a bit of panic. The thumps of muscle against your sternum became more noticeable by the second. You look down at your hand then back up at Varre, then repeat swiftly while you conjure up your answer.

“Great? I’m not in any pain. Isn’t this supposed to happen?” Laced through your answer was confusion and a drop of fear.

“Move aside for a bit, dear.” you were taken aback by the pet name but still did so.

He degloved himself and moved his hand towards the grace. It did exactly what it did to you, only next came a glowing string that danced towards you with, well, grace. It circled around you and when you lifted your hand toward it you could still feel the grains of grace against your skin.

“You're supposed to see something like this, the grace is supposed to guide you on your path. This is different, it was static like you have no path to take.”

You froze when he said this. Though the thread of grace still warmed you, the shivers of anxiety began to wracked your body. This could not be happening, you need guidance. You’ve needed it ever since you were born and now you're being told that there was no guidance left for you. As though it was possible to run out, you used it all up during childhood and now your bank was drained. You took a tiny step back, tears birthing from your wide eyes as you start to feel the air crawl from your lungs.

“No… that can’t be.”

It came out as a pathetic whimper and the sobbing began. Your frame was shuddering, bones and flesh unsynced as you panicked right in front of a stranger. You felt the grace leave as he got up to move towards you. The hand that was once outstretched towards grace was now stretching towards you.

“Don’t panic, we will sort this out. There is certainly a reason for this, grace sites can not make mistakes.”

He closed the distance with his hand moulding to your shoulder, he had bent slightly to try and catch your pathetic eyes. You were in hysterics, the very reason for your existence was denied from you. How could you ever face your town now? You were to be the high priestess once you acquired the ring and now you will be nothing more than a pariah. You did not know what to do with yourself, you felt drenched in cold water, hands stretched out to your sides slightly, you shook from the very core of your being. Your muscles had already become stiff and crowded, the clothes and armour you wore felt constricted, the very hemming of your collar felt like it was strangling you.

“You still have grace, dear. It just seems to be wanting you to do something different with yourself. It’s telling you that your destiny is not the Elden Ring. Shouldn’t this be good news to you considering your hesitance?”

He was logical, and finding the Elden Ring certainly wasn’t something you wanted.

“But I need to do it. My very existence was created on that fact.”

You were still shaking, but the embers of anguish and wrath had started to glow. It felt unjust to you, that this would happen so late in your journey. All that training since birth, gone to waste.

“Oh Lambkin, It will be okay. Why don’t we talk to a friend? They might know something of this.”

“But I have none.”

“Ah, but I do. Come now, it’s only a short distance. Just down to the church of Elleh.”

You could tell he was panicking slightly, but he tried to keep it in for your comfort. You were a spirit in limbo, all directions felt too far for you, but you still crawled your way out of that burrow of self-pity to take the hand of Varre.

You both trudged down the hill towards the glowing church, the closer you got the more you saw the ruins it was in and the site of grace. But that was not the only thing illuminating it. The warm glow of fire encompassed the back wall of the ruin dancing ever so slightly. It was easy to see in the darkness of the night. Looking up you realised that this is the first time you’ve seen stars. The fog surrounding your home town only allowed for the moon to shine through, but tonight you realised that there was more than just the moon up there. It was close to distracting you from the contortions of your heart and the headache that throbbed at your crown.

You glanced over at the Sentinel making his rounds, you were walking closer to him. This prickled your skin especially with his foreboding helmet of gold following you as you went past. The horse he sat upon was well behaved and only flicked its head slightly to shake away a glowing bug that landed on its nose. You looked around the land, to find specks of glowing bugs everywhere and the soft caress of the moon shining on every surface. The air was chilled, but that was comforting against the heat of your distress. The air filled your lungs with renewal, it woke your mind up from the maorose sea of sludged guilt and bleakness.

Even with the current circumstances, you had not felt this alive in a while. In fact you never had felt so much in your lifetime. It was like something inside of you was awoken in this land. Like it was breathing with you, and moved with you. You were like a stormy planet, violent swirls of rain and rocks moving across your surface while your core stayed unchanging.

You were now just hiccupping and the cold air of the night had dried your tears for you. The soft cling of grass grounded you and the warm grip of Varre led you to the entrance of the ruins.

Inside was a grace site in the centre and to the very back right corner camped a man and a mule. He stared at you two as you made your way over, timidly you hid behind Varre.

Once you reached the grace site, Varre told you to wait there and play around with it. He continued on to greet the stranger, standing together and talking in hushed whispers.

You crouched down to take off your glove only to realise you left it behind. It stung your heart a bit to have done so but you continued on and reached towards the illuminated wisp. Once again connecting to the pool of grained grace, you felt calmed and comforted. It was like it felt your sorrows and held you close. You tried something different this time, you tried to empty your mind, like the monks back in your hometown. It was hard to untangle your mind from the self-pity and thorns of wrath that caught you, but once you had somewhat cleared your mind it happened.

You felt the pool increase around you, you could feel the boundaries of the walls and the movements of all the livin things around you. In the distance the rocking of the large horse caught your attention, then the slight movements of Varre and the stranger in the corner. You could feel one of the hopping creatures stir in its sleep in the burrow by the ruin. The grass danced in waves and the cool air complimented the warmth of grace. Everything felt alright.

You then felt Varre and the stranger walk towards you, you focused on that movement of grace. It was like you could feel their curiosity, the tilt of their heads and the glances between them.

“I have not seen this before.” It came from the stranger. Just a quiet whisper but it was like the grains were moving his voice closer to you. You opened your eyes to see them just a few feet away staring at the glowing of your arm.

Your arm should not be glowing like that, like the very flesh and bone had been replaced by the ethereal. Disconnecting from the grace site did not stop it either, for it kept glowing slightly, whorls of grace making up your skin and pure gold your bones. The sensations were still there as you tried wiping it off with the linen cloth of your skirt, but nothing came off except for the ever-present glow.

Varre moved closer towards you, you could feel his movements and went to examine your arm. The stranger stood close to him. Varre turned your arm this way and that, he then gave you a pinch.

“How did that feel?”

“Fine, I guess. It didn’t hurt, if that was what you meant.”

“I pinched your arm pretty hard.”

“I felt the force, just not the pain.”

“Hmmm…”

He seemed deep in thought as the stranger went up to have a look. He was gaunt and covered half his face with a cloth. His clothing was strange, red with tufts of white fluff around the borders. His skin was ashen grey dry from the sun, joints and ligaments showing through as he moved his hands.

“This is Kale, he’s a merchant that wonders these parts. I thought that he might have some information to help us, but it seems as though I was wrong.”

“You are certainly a peculiar Tarnished.” His voice was soft and pleasant.

“Her name is Morte. She doesn’t like being called Tarnished, and at this point I don’t think she is.”

“You’re right, Tarnished aren’t usually blessed with powers like this. I heard whispers that near the Erd tree there used to be maidens with similar powers. They would dance around at night and by day they care for the surroundings of the tree.”

“But she’s not from here, so how could she have acquired something like this.”

Kale took a while to think.

“I don’t know, maybe that’s her path.”

“If it was then she would have been led to the Erd tree by a path. It just keeps her there at the sites.”

“Maybe that is the path? Maybe her’s is the land she’s on.”

You were standing there, letting them discuss amongst themselves while you examined your arm. You felt more assured now that you have two people trying to aid you, but at this point you just wanted to focus on something more elating than the point of your existence. So you started to rock side-to-side as you thought of the Erd tree maidens. Their life seemed so joyful and simple, much more simple than finding the Elden Ring. You started to wish that you were born an Erd tree maiden instead of some small girl from a fogged land. To be with sisters with the same goal, dancing around with fits of laughter and murph while by day you took care of the grounds of your home in contemplation and ease.

“Can we continue this some other time? I feel tired.” Your voice was small but they still heard your plea.

“Certainly, Lambkin. Let’s get you some rest.” His voice was soft and warm and you realised that you can still feel everything in grace. It was pleasant.

They wanted to set you up by the fire where you could be kept warm, but you insisted on staying by the grace site to play around with it more. So there you were, sitting cross-legged with your grace arm outstretched. Focused once again. You can feel the familiarity of Varre and Kale’s conversion as they sat by the fire, the very shifting of their bodies could be detected through the grace. You could perceive everything but it was not overwhelming, nor was it confusing. You just could and it felt right.

Just maybe you could exist like this, instead of a high priestess with the Elden Ring. After-all, power never excited you.

You lay down, curled on your side by the site. Eyes fixed on its glow as you felt true peace. The anguish was replaced with assurance and you were fortified with the knowledge that there were people similar to you. Your face relaxed and so did your body as you reached your hand towards the site, playing around with the wisps of grace as you dozed off. Turning your head towards the sky, the stars held your eyes in their celestial hands as the Earth cradled your drifting form.

…

You woke from your slumber with the tickle of dew covered grass and the light of the waking sun. You still faced the sky and clouds clothed in dawn greet you with a good morning. The birds were chirping and through the tree the wind rushed. The crackling of the fire behind you told you that last night was real. Usually the morning after you cried there would come a headache, but you felt the opposite this time. You felt like you were made anew. Stretching as you sat up, you let out a sigh and looked around. The ruins were just as beautiful in the light. Reaching your new hand to the site you connected with it once again, it felt comforting to do so. You felt the land around you move as you breathed in and out, it felt nice just being able to exist for once. Even though you panicked last night about the lack of a path, you felt better now and more assured.

Varre and Kale were snoozing by the fire, you could sense their chests rising and falling. The mule was laying there with his head on Kale’s lap, ear flicking every once and a while. The morning air was fresh and the sunrise warmed your back. You were now under his veil too.

You decided to get up to look around by yourself. You made your way out of the church, running your new hand along the cool stone. Grass covered the ground in clumps that had you walking carefully, the sun had fully emerged from the horizon, its golden rays glittered in the dew drops covering everything. It looked like everything was covered in grace. The sky was clear with fluffy clouds sparse in its field, coloured in pastels that you had never seen before.

There was a rising deep inside of you, as though a metamorphosis ws taking place. The muscles of your heart snuggled together. Your whole body felt the exhilaration of finally understanding what a new day was.

You started to giggle, legs giddy as you pranced around. You grabbed your skirt in your hands and began to sway. Slightly to your right lay the colosseum ruins and before you was the ruins you came from. The wind twirled the locks of your hair between their fingers as you floated around Limgrave.

You felt like you belonged with the roots of the trees and the dancing grass, it felt like you were home.

You pranced around a bit more when you felt a presence behind you, one that was very familiar. Stiffening up you slowly turned around to face the Sentinel. He was even more intimidating up close. He towered over you, armour glistening in the morning sun. His horse was by his side and let out a huff of curiosity, staring and your small form. You did not move a muscle, as if he would not perceive you. It was sickening, the fear you felt, the way your gut contorted and your heart pressed itself against your spine. The horse stretched its head towards you, snuffling the air for your scent. It was gentle as its nose grazed your arms with huffs of air.

Your eyes were tearing up, you could not die this early. The Sentinel had not moved, but you knew he was staring right at you while his horse investigated. Finally he huffs and a fog of air escapes his helmet. Tugging the lead of his horse, he moved past you. You fell to the ground with relief, the Sentinel seemed to have not been interested in you, a small victory for the morning.

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cf8wrk4u-us · 9 months

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Across Space and Prime

Part 2: New Faces and Familiar Names

"-allow me to introduce myself" he stated stretching out his dark servo in a peaceful motion "I am Optimus Prime"

A stark culture difference between humans and Cybertronian is the fact that for the later, having the same designation as another individual was incredible rare if not unheard of.

Imagine if there were two bots named Warpath? Or Preceptor? Or even Ultra?

That be too confusing and cause a good number of problems.

Not that it's never happened before, but these were written off as incompetence done by facility guardians and Boot-Camp trainers.

And as far as Optimus had know his trainer Kup and given him a name all of his own.

No one should have had it, no one.

So how? Why was there a great bot in front of him that just addressed himself by his name.

Optimus was interrupted by his thoughts when he heard Sentinel give a mean snort.

"Oh really? Your Optimus Prime"? he said, the anxious stare he had at the face of this large mech disappeared and replaced with a nasty sneer "Right and I'm a Herald of Primus"!

The larger bot looked taken aback and moved slightly back away from the group.

"Sentinel-" Optimus whispered urgently but his fellow Prime just kept going.

"Listen impersonating a Prime is a serious offence against High Command" he said placing both servos on his hips "Even if it is a disgraced one at that"!

Optimus cringed as he saw the looks of shock and outrage grow on their faces.

"Sentinel"! he hissed and immediately pulled the other to face him.

"What"? Sentinel demanded "You may be some maintenance bot, but you still hold the title of a Prime, not anyone could just use that name so freely"

Optimus tried really hard not to gnash his denta in frustration "I don't think that's the case though"

"Oh," replied Sentinel skeptically "And why is that"?

The other Prime shook his head "I don't know but there not acting like their lying" before adding "Besides, why would any bot try to impersonate a no name bot like me"?

Sentinel face relaxed a bit from being called correct, till Optimus added this next part.

"In ether case, can you please not try to antagonize them"

"I'm not antagonizing them"! he growled

Optimus shook his head "Well your not exactly being polite to the bots that possible saved our lives"

On the other side of the room the bots who had brought them were having their own conversation.

"Arcee" grunted the red and white bot "What kind of processor addled bots did you bring back to our base"?!

"Hey, don't look at me"! said the femme defensively "Bumblebee was the one who insisted on bringing them"

<They weren't Cons> beeped the yellow bot, still in binary <You know what would have happened to them had they been left behind>!

Bumblebee.

Hearing the mechs full name it was then that Optimus took a more detailed look at the bot.

The same name, the same paint-job, yet so different.

His Bumblebee was a minibot that barely reached his waist, his plating was blockier and more compact, with a helm that carried two barely visible horns, and a glossa that spoke almost none stop. But outside the yellow of his paint job this Bumblebee easily would have toward over his teams minibot. The mech was easily the size of him and Sentinel, his plating more armored. Circular but at the same time reinforced, with many of the wires and joints slightly exposed within the seams yet protected by the other shell of the metal around it. Metal that looked far stronger and sturdier than any civilian frame would have. Along with that, two yellow doorwings that made him think of Praxian citizens he had seen back when he still was at the Academy at Cybertron.

Than there was his use of binary code instead of his own vocalizer.

While there were mechs out there who choose not to speak as much, using code was often something reserved only for when a bot needed to keep their message private pr if they no longer had any use of their vocalizer.

A pit grew in Optimus stomach.

Loss of use of the vocalizer were usually the results of ether rare cases of deformations within the system, accidents, or battles....

Optimus took another good look at the bots around him.

Outside of Arcee and the red and white bot (which Optimus was sure he could make a pretty good guess of) the mechs around him were easily at the scale of warrior class type mechs. And with weapons equipped into their bodies much like warframe even, if the blue of their eye lights didn't obviously state them as Autobot.

Optimus then pipped up a question "If its not too much trouble, could we please use one of your central computers"

The red and white bot sent a fiery glare in his direction "Let a bunch of unknow bots put their servos and some of our crucial equipment"? he stated "I don't think so"

"Then just one of your smaller monitors then" said Optimus "I just need to access the planets network".

"I said that's not happening"! growled the mech

"Please! Our readers our down, as well as our commlinks, we have no idea where we are, I simply want to confirm something-"

The red and white bot gave an even fiercer look.

"And I'm saying I'm not readily assisting a group of strange mechs, especially those who are willingly accompanied by a Decepticon"!

He jabbed a metal digit at the direction of the femme who had been quite all this time.

But no sooner did they notice the Decepticon symbol on her color did their arms changed into the lethal blasters from earlier.

"A Con"?! shouted the large green mech named Bulkhead "Slag it! And we brought them right in"!

Blackarachnia took a defensive position and as the solder class bots approach them.

"She isn't a threat/She's not with us"! shouted both Optimus and Sentinel.

Blackarachnia snorted "Goodness! I feel so protected"!

Optimus threw an unhappy look at both the femme and his fellow Prime before looking at the bots in front of him, under their mistrustful stares he raised his hand in a peaceful manner.

"We don't mean you any harm, we are not affiliated with the Decepticons, we simply wish to try to establish where we are" he said "If you could allow me to look up a name, I would greatly appreciate that"

The red and white mech spoke up "We are not offering assistance to-"

"Please, Ratchet"

The mech looked startled before narrowing his optics.

"How do you know my name"?

Optimus gave him a sad smile "Your an experience medic in the field and despite your less than perfect berth side manner your a bot who deeply cares for his patients"

The mech was silent before he looked at the bot besides him, the other Optimus Prime.

"Optimus"? he called

How strange was it to hear his own name but not a single optic was aimed at him but instead this large and powerful looking mech.

They looked at him for orders, for guidance, with absolute trust.

A look not expressed down the line from his own team till much later on their stay on earth.

This mech, this leader, who was now studying him.

Despite how intimidated he was of them, Optimus gulped before staring back at those ancient optics.

Locking with those optics Optimus found another difference between himself and the mech, that while the optics of his eyes glowed a bright blue behind the glass the eyes of the towers bot before him shone with a light all of its own. An ancient bright iris shining brightly among a depth of mechanics, both age and experience clear in them. He had been around older mechs such as Ratchet, and Ultra Magnus, even encountered Alpha Trion when he gave brief lectures at the academy.

But he never encountered optics like these.

Then something unexpected happen.

A small smile formed on the great mechs face before he turned to the medic besides him.

"I see no harm in allowing this young Autobot to make a quick search" he stated.

"Optimus" Ratchet tried to argue.

"With you managing the devices of course Ratchet" stated the mech before looking at Optimus again "Though it confuses me how a mech never seen before by my team or seen with the Decepticons knows about this planet's networks, as arbitrary as they are".

Sentinel then grasped his shoulder "Yeah! Why are you asking to use this shoddy organic network? We need to get access to the commlinks"!

He shrugged him off "There's something I have to confirm Sentinel"

Looking at Ratchet, this Ratchet, as he made his way to the monitors, he spoke to him.

"Please look up the name Issac Sumdac".

The medic grumbled before typing.

Optimus was taken a back at not seeing the familiar face of the kindly scientist and father of his friend.

Instead were a list of several Issac Sumdac's, some with a link to a site called Some Social?

"Could you type Sumdac Systems, located in Detroit"? pressed Optimus.

This didn't yield any results ether, only for the word Sumdac to be auto corrected to solar panel systems or even solar systems.

Hilarious if this didn't make Optimus an unsettling feeling in his optics, only to turn into straight horror when he noticed something in the far corner of the screen.

"Well,"? gruffed Ratchet "Anything else"?!

But Optimus didn't answer.

"Optimus were wasting time" complained Sentinel "What even is this for"?

Sentinel paused though when he didn't hear a response from his fellow Prime.

"Optimus"? he heard the questioning voice from Ratchet.

It was then the mech lifted his servo and pointed to the screen "Sentinel, the year states that the Earth month of this year is 2011..."

Sentinel frowned at him confused "Yeah and"?

"When we left the year was 2101...."

His fellow Prime looked startled before saying "What does that mean"?

Optimus shook his head "Nothing good"

"WHAT"! demanded Sentinel

Blackarachnia strolled smoothly towards the pair.

"Oh, just tell him Optimus" she said "Sentinel has always been slow on the uptake"

It was noticeable that the other bots had noticed how he was being addressed.

"Did you just call him....Optimus"? said Arcee bewildered.

Taking a deep intake he said "I believe I owe you an explanation"

The other Optimus, the other Prime, stared at him quizzically.

"Yes, I believe so"

He nodded before saying "For starters, my given designation is Optimus Prime" the mech said, cringing a bit at the shocked faces the other bots gave him, but continued "And unfortunately I believe were far mor lost than we thought"

"Okay explain this to me again"? asked Bulkhead, this worlds Bulkhead.

It was interesting how despite the obvious differences, the sheer size of the new Bulkhead and the act he was armed with blasters, that they could still share the same wide eyed befuddled look.

"Our group experienced...an accident with our Transwarp generator" Optimus explained once more ", and I believe the resulted blast must have taken us from where we are, our version of the planet earth, and took us here"

The group had moved away from the monitor station and had gathered into a far more spacious area. Sentinel and Blackarachnia kept to Optimus side but no closer than they had to be. Optimus could see from the corner of his optics how Sentinel would give him anxious looks that he always tried to hide behind a scowling brow while Blackarachnia stood tense and giving sneers to anyone looking her way.

Optimus knew that maybe he should have mentioned that he, Sentinel, and his team were engaged in battle with Blackarachnia and the destruction of the Transwarp device was due part to her. But seeing how hostile the other Autobots had become at the apparent Decepticon, he didn't want anymore of an antagonistic view towards her.

He felt slightly relieved that Sentinel didn't try to "correct" the story...yet.

"Another version of Earth"? said the version of Ratchet, his voice thick with skepticism "You can't really expect us to believe that"?

"I understand that's hard to believe" said Optimus "But multiverse theory is something scientist have contemplated as something possible"

"In theory" stressed Ratchet "But the idea of other universes other than our own is still seen as a supposition at best"!

Blackarachnia gave a low chuckle at that "You know what they say, a theory is only a theory till its proven true"

The medic sent a glare at her but the femme simply gave a small wave.

Optimus coughed "In ether case, after the blast me and my....associates found ourselves in that cave and eventually those Decepticons"

"What rotten luck" the other Bulkhead chuckled dryly "Waking up in a Con mining operation, good thing we saved your metal at the nick of time"

Sentinel who had been oddly quite spoke up.

"Those Decepticons" he said "They were mining energon"?

A lot of the bots gave Sentinel a look that meant how foolish they found his question, like it should have been obvious.

But it wasn't.

Back in the beginning when Optimus and his team found themselves stranded on earth he had ordered Teletron 1 with its limited range to try and locate potential pockets of Energon. Only to not find any, leaving Optimus to assume that this was simply a planet that didn't contain this specific mineral. It was disappointing but since the oil found on earth was edible, he and his team didn't run the risk of starving.

But it seemed once more, with the addition of Energon and the absence of Issac and even Sari Sumdac, that this version of Earth was far different than Optimus own.

"With the war between the Autobots and Decepticons still persisting, the scouting and collection of Energon is a vital thing" said this world version of him, Optimus Prime.

Wait...war?

Optimus could feel his mouth part in shock as the moisture of his intake disappeared.

"You are currently at war with the Decepticons"? he breathed out

The other him looked at him, slowly blinking before saying "You are not"?

Optimus shook his head "Our war with the Decepticons ended a million years ago"

The bots around him look at Optimus, their blue optics wide at his words.

With a pause the mech who shared his name spoke again "Currently we have endured war with the Decepticons for many long centuries" he stated "As of now we find ourselves on Earth, locked in deadly and intense combat over control of this world's supply of energon, which as you now is the fuel and lifeblood of Autobots and Decepticons alike" he then added "Even with the departure of Megatron we are still on defense against the other faction, but there is hope we can someday see an end of this war"

"Megatron departure"? asked Optimus "Are you saying that Megatron is no longer here"

His mirror version closed his eye before saying "At our recent battle there was heavy amount of devastation done, one which I am not sure Megatron had the strength to leave unscathed."

Megatron was gone.

Since the battle on the Orion and his consequent revival back in Detroit Megatron felt like this impossible force to fight.

He always felt it was a wonder he and his teams were able to thwart him and his soldiers over and over again.

But now he was gone...it almost seemed impossible.

"So with Megatron gone, whose the one running the show" Blackarachnia asked.

The blue femme narrowed her optics before sighing and saying "My guess is Starscream"

Blackarachnia let out an unhappy breath "Seriously, that screechy seeker"?

The Bulkhead of this world gave a small chuckle but stopped when Arcee and Ratchet shot him a look.

"Megatrons gone, great" said Sentinel in almost a bored tone "But is there a way your planning to help send us back to our world"?

Optimus was glad Sentinel seemed to believe him but he couldn't help but be embarrassed at his fellow Primes demanding tone.

"Well, were currently in use of our own groundbridge and its Transwarp modulator" said Ratchet in a deadpan tone "And we have no spares or extra materials for use, certainly not in a way that would be strong enough to supposedly open gateways to other dimensions"

"Do you have any ships then"? asked Sentinel "If you're not able to help us I'm sure someone on Cybertron does"

Optimus was ready to apologize for his fellow Primes demands but was cut off guard by the somber almost pained expressions on their faces.

"...unfortunately me and my compatriots don't have any ships for use" said the other Optimus with some hesitancy.

"Than how soon can you contact someone from Cybertron? Maybe the Autobot Science Division"?

There was more silence and Optimus was starting to get worried.

"We cannot contact Cybertron" Ratchet stated solemnly.

"Why not"?! Sentinel demanded "With Megatron gone, aren't you planning on calling in for more support to clean up the rest of these Decepticons? The Elite Guard"?

None of the bots seemed to want to speak, almost hiding something they knew would be devastating to the strangers before them.

But Sentinel had little patience for their hesitancy.

"Hello? Why isn't anyone answering me"?

Finally, his counterpart said in a quiet voice laced with old grief "There is no way to contact Cybertron, unfortunately, Cybertron no longer exist"

#transformers #transformers prime #transformers animated #tfp optimus prime #tfa optimus prime #tfa sentinel prime #tfa blackarachnia #tfp arcee #tfp ratchet #tfp bumblebee #tfp bulkhead #crossover #fanfiction

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jedi-princess-kestis · 6 months

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Chapter 1.

Warnings: Normal Star Wars fighting, maybe a swear word, slight mention of death and flashbacks. I think that's it.

Word count: 6k

The halls of Naboo were as beautiful as the stories told. Gold lined the pillars and walls, marble stone arches and walkways filled the spaces. Plants of many kinds and shapes lined the walls on the outside while the inside had many paintings and statues as its decor. The heels of shoes clicked on the marble floor, the rustle of fabrics as they walked filling the space in the Palace. A young woman with platinum white hair and gray/ blue eyes walked down the halls with her escorts. She was about 5'6, but her power spoke volumes. She was the Princess of Alderaan, the adopted daughter of Bail and Breha Organa. At the age of 18 she was on a diplomatic mission to the world of Naboo, by request of her Father, to ask the queen to come back to Alderaan for an important meeting.

The girl's dress was a soft pale purple with gold embroidery all over it that fell into a long cloak down her back with gold patterns. Her hair was pulled up into a smooth high ponytail that fell into long curls and braids, a golden leaf crown wrapping around the back of her head under the ponytail to the top, spreading out on the top of her head like a cap. Golden earrings with amethyst gems dangled delicately from her ears, and small amethyst studs were in the next piercing up. A small delicate chain sat around the base of her collarbone, a beautiful yellow crystal wrapped in golden swirls and leaves hung from the chain. Golden 1 inch heels graced her feet, the soft click of her footfalls filling her ears.

As her and her party walked towards the grand doors of the Queen's Throne Room, the guard nodded his head to her in respect before pushing open the door. Giving him a nod of thanks, she stepped through the threshold and walked down the pale blue rug towards the throne. Queen Tamrina Paldalli was a young queen at 23, tall and slender with bright brown eyes and golden hair. Her face was painted white, the customary red dots the only spots of color on her face. Her hair was twisted and pinned in elaborate ways, framing her face. Her headdress sitting just so upon her hair. A heavy looking gown of red and orange draped across her body, showing her figure in the right places.

"Princess Ari, what a delight!" Queen Tamrina called out as the younger women stopped a few feet away and curtsied low before the queen. Even though she had heard this name for six years now instead of her true name, Moaria, it still felt strange.

"Your Majesty. It is an honor." Moaria spoke with a soft tone, her voice seeming to float on air. She stood up straight, a regal composure all to be seen. Years of royal training and tradition embedded in her bones. "I come with an invitation from the Royal Family of Alderaan. My Father asks for Your Majesty to join him to honor the new moon on the day of High Tide and feast with us as the honored guest." She delivered her message with pose and grace. She saw a flash of understanding in the Queen's eyes, before she gave a bow of her head.

"I would be honored to join you back to the palace of Alderaan, Princess Ari. Thank you."

Ari tipped her head, letting her shoulders relax a bit. The hard part was over now. She delivered her father's coded message to Tamrina, now she just had to travel back with the Queen to her home world. Glancing back up Moaria noticed for the first time a young man standing in the shadows behind the Queen's throne. A hood from his poncho was pulled up over his head, the shadows casting onto his facing making it hard to see his eyes, only his nose and lips visible to the light. His face was clean shaved, and a high collar came up his neck. His black poncho covered his torso down to his knees. His hands rested in front of him, clasped together. Dark brown pants clinged to his legs and calf high black boots. He was calm and quiet, but didn't seem like a threat. She pulled her gaze away from the man and looked back to Tamrina. The Queen of Naboo waved her hand to a Handmaiden who came to stand at the base of the throne.

"Please bring some tea to the balcony, I wish to catch up with my guest in privacy." The court bowed to the Queen, and her handmaidens left as well as the guards. All but the young man. He remained tucked in the corner unmoving.

"Your Majesty…" Moaria spoke softly, dipping her head towards the young man. Tamrina glanced towards him and smiled, looking back at the Princess.

"Have no fear, he is a trusted guard… and a friend to us." She answered, emphasizing the last word. Moaria understood this meant he was loyal to the Queen, to her Father, and the republic they still believed in. Casting one last look at the guard her Father had in no doubt planned to have there all along, she followed the queen out to the balcony, away from any who may overhear them that supported the Empire. Moaria knew for years her Father and Mother still hoped for a chance for the Republic to return, and supplied Rebel ceils all over the galaxy with much needed things. But she had been kept from it all, tucked away with Leia from the eyes of the Empire and Vader. It wasn't until recently when her Father called upon her to deliver this message to Naboo, in hopes the Queen could help give information about the Emperor that could help with the fighting, since he was from this world. She has no clue how Bail had found out Tamrina was against all the Empire stood for, but she was happy for it. To have an ally close in age. Once they were seated out on the balcony, the handmaid brought them tea and a cookie like biscuits before bowing and going back to the throne room. The young guard stayed within eyesight, but never close enough to hear them speak in a normal tone. For some reason his presence made Moaria feel calmer about her first mission off world alone.

"So Ari, now that you are 18, is the Senator letting you take part in more missions and more…. Diplomatic meeting for him?" Tamrina asked as she slipped on her tea. The white haired girl took her cup in her hand but didn't sip from it, instead she let the warmth bleed into her hands as she looked out over the courtyard. She let out a soft sigh and looked back at the Queen.

"Father has his reasons for keeping me from being in the light, same as my sister. We both know how dangerous this galaxy can be."

"You more than Leia ever could."

Casting a glance at the Queen she wondered just how much she really knew about her past, how she became the daughter of such an important family. "Yes you could say that, Your Majesty. But Father has spoken more of Me, more of the work he does, the importance of it. He has started to ask me to be a part of it in ways." She smiled at her friend, "Like now, being here." She finished off before taking a sip of the warm liquid. She say the cup back down on the table and leaned back against her chair back, letting the warm summer wind blow across her face.

"I love Alderaan, the mountains and how untouched the planet seems." Moaria spoke up after a moment of silence, "but here it is so warm. The wind doesn't carry such a bite to it. I wish we had warmer winds like this back home."

"Yes, we are truly blessed to have such wonderful weather here on Naboo, but I must say I am always so jealous that you get to see snow on your mountain tops. I've never seen it snow on Naboo before." Tamrina answered back, as she sat her cup down, looking to her left to glance towards the lake country to the car north. "No matter where we go in this Galaxy we will always wish to have something that someone else has, but in the end we still love the place we call home the most." A smile graced her whitened lips as she turned back to Moaria

Moaria was about to speak when the sound of a ship racing across the sky broke the silence around them, making her look up towards the sky. A sleek black ship was heading for the landing pad and as Ari watched it she felt a dark and deep pit in her stomach. She glanced at the Queen who's face held a look of worry.

"Are you expecting more company today, Your Majesty?" Moaria asked with a slight shake to her voice. Queen Tamrina shook her head side to side softly.

"No." Was all she said.

This made Moaria feel even worse. The dark pit in her stomach grew as she glanced towards the landing pad and saw Stromtroppers walking the path towards the palace. Behind them, clad in black armor, was an Inquisitor. The Fourth Brother.

She stopped breathing for a moment, unsure what her next move should be. The very reason her and Leia were kept away from the rest of the Galaxy now was marching towards her, with no escape in sight as his ship blocked the path to her's.

"No matter what happens, stay silent, blend into the shadows and let me handle this Ari." Queen Tamrina said in a hushed tone before getting up from her seat and making a quick pace for the throne room. Glancing at the young man who had stayed in the shadows, she waved for him to come forward. As he approached, Moaria could see the hint of a scar on the bridge of his nose, and a small scar on his lower lip, but his eyes still remained hidden by the shadows of his hood. Turning to look at the Queen she felt her push something into her hand. "Take this. If something happens open it and save the people." Moaria looked down and saw a small silver disk, before shoving it into her dress pocket. Tamrina's words ringing in her ears as she tried to understand what was happening.

"Protect her at all cost." Tamrina spoke to him in a regal tone. With a nod of his head, he grabbed Moaria's hand and pulled her away from the queen, more towards the back of the throne room, behind the throne where the Handmaides would stand and stood in front of her slightly. Her own handmaid came rushing into the room, her pale green and purple dress swirling around her feet as she made her way over to Moaria. The look of fear in her eyes was enough to make Moaria swollen hard. Palace guards came into the room, and stood near the Queen, as well as two of her handmaidens.

"What is the Fourth Brother doing here?" Moaria asked quietly. The man in front of her stiffened slightly, but she focused on the Queen.

"Because he found out about Me." Was all the Queen said before the doors to the throne room were pushed open, slamming against the walls. Moaria watched in fear as the black cladded man entered the room.

"What is the meaning of this Fourth Brother?! The Queen has an appointm- Ah!" The Royal Advisor spoke to the Inquisitor before he was picked up by the Force and thrown against the nearby wall, sliding down it unconscious. Moaria let out a silent gasp, and the hooded guard in front of her laid a hand on her arm, pushing her farther behind him. She felt a surge of warmth spread through her arm at his touch but she pushed it aside as the Inquisitor got closer to the Queen.

"And to what do I owe this disrespectful entrance into my palace?" Tamrina answered in a tone that demanded respect. "Will the Empire approve of this?"

The Inquisitor walked up to her, stopping a few feet from Tamrina. "The Emperor sent me. He knows you have been dealing with… Rebels… and is disappointed in you, Your Majesty." The rapsy, unhuman voice came through the helmet of the Fourth Brother. He stepped closer, getting his face close to the Queen's. "And he knows you have been harboring a Jedi among you." The snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting filled the quiet room. The Queen was unmoving, her face hard as stone as she looked into the black and red armour of the Inquisitor.

"Your accusations are false. There is no Jedi here. Naboo is a part of the Galactic Empire. You dare challenge its Queen?"

An evil laugh cracked through the mask, a shake of his head as he brought his blade up close to Tamrina's face. Moaria felt the hand on her arm tighten, seeming to sense her need to save her friend, keeping her in place behind him, tight against his back. He was taller than her, about 5'10, and he blocked most of her view, but she peered around his shoulder, to see what was happening. His poncho smells of pine, earthy with a smoky finish. Small burn holes and frayed tears covered the garment, yet it was still soft against her skin.

"You disgrace the Empire with your treason, Your Majesty. And you shall pay." The Fourth Brother hissed before swinging his blade in the air. Moaria gasped as a bright green blade met the blade of the Inquisitor. She watched as the Queen held the lightsaber in her hands, the green glow on her white painted face.

"Well now… what a surprise!" The Fourth Brother and Queen Tamrina took swings at each other, their blades hissing and popping as they hit each other. Tamrina was fast with her lightsaber, keeping up with the Inquisitor. She raised her hand, using the Force to push the Inquisitor back, his boots sliding against the marble floor. The sound of a ship flying close to the balcony of the palace filled the air as the road of lightsabers clashing together once again sounded.

"More radicals!" The stormtrooper near the door called out as the ramp to the ship opened at the balcony, a tall slender woman with white hair pulled up into a bun and face markings came into view. She was wearing a red shirt, black jacket, black pants with a red stripe down them and black knee high boots. Green light shined from her fingertips as she jumped from the ramp to the balcony floor.

Moaria felt a panic rise in her chest as the grip on her arm tightened. The hooded man turned and faced her, his green eyes now visible being so close. She tried to pull her arm free from his grip, panic taking over her body. "Let go of me!" She cried out as she started to pull her towards the balcony doors. She looked back over her shoulder towards Tamrina, watching as she still dualed with the Inquisitor. She watched as she hit him enough to send him backwards a few steps, before she turned to face Moaria.

"Ari!" She cried out as she reached out a hand for the Princess. "Ari run!" Was all she said before gasping out in pain. Her eyes grew wide as she looked down to see the blood red blade of the Inquisitor's lightsaber coming through her stomach.

"No!" Moaria screamed as she pulled her arm free from the hooded guard. She felt a surge of power flow through her veins, the stormtroopers who had been injured in a fight with the women with the face markings screaming out in pain, their bodies shaking in their armor. The Inquisitor grabbed his head, shaking it as though the sound of her cries hurt his ears. Right as he looked up, the hooded guard jumped in front of Moaria and threw his hood back, his bright red hair catching the sunlight that filtered in through the windows. In a blink of an eye a lightsaber with a brilliant blue blade landed in his hands.

"Jedi Scum." The Fourth Brother spit out as he pulled his blade from the dead Queen and charged forward.

"Get the Princess on the ship, we need her alive!" The red head yelled to his partner as he raised his blade to block the blow from the Fourth Brother. He flicked his wrist and pushed Moaria backwards into the arms of the woman who grabbed her and in a poof of green smoke, they disappeared and landed on the ramp of the ship. Moaria watched as the redhead fought against the Fourth Brother, his lightsaber now pulled apart into two blades of blue light that twisted and twirled with the red striking and hitting against each blow. She looked to the left a bit and saw the lifeless face of the Queen. A woman she had called a friend, a woman she trusted, only to realize she never really knew who she really was. She was pulled from her thoughts as she was yanked inside of the ship, the redhead jumping into the ramp as he threw one of his sabers at the Fourth Brother, and called it back with the Force after it hit his red blade.

"Come M'lady!" The woman said with an accent as she pulled her farther into the ship as the boy jumped inside and slammed his hand against the panel on the wall to shut the ramp.

"Greez, let's get out of here!" He called out breathlessly as he shut off his twin blades and put them back together to hang at his side. The ship snapped to life, taking off quickly towards the sky. "My Lady, are you okay?" His voice called out to Moaria. It was smooth like honey, with a slight boyish tone to it, and hints of deeper raspy undertones in some of his words. She looked up at him, her breath still coming out in fast puffs. She leaned against the table that was in the middle of the ship as her balance became shaky as the ship went into hyperspace. "Princess Ari?"

"I think she is in a bit of shock, Cal." An older feminine voice said from behind Moaria. She turned to see a darker skinned woman with short curly black hair walk from the cockpit. "Why don't you sit down Your Highness, and rest for a moment." Moaria nodded and sat down on the leather sofa behind the table, keeping her eyes on the stranger before her. Her hands shook in her lap, flashbacks to six years ago creeping into her mind's eye. The smell of burning flesh, the sounds of lightsabers clashing and hissing as screams filled the air so thickly it made it hard to breathe. Pain. Pain she never felt before flooding every inch of her body and soul as everything she knew came crashing down around her.

With a shake of her head she pushed those thoughts down, far down into the very corner of her mind and locked eyes with the redheaded man. "Who are you? What is happening?" She asked in a shaking voice, once much softer than she had intended. The man took a few steps close and sat down on the other side of the sofa. Seeing him without his hood up, she realized the scar on his nose went onto his right cheek, then faded and a few inches later started again on his lower cheek and went down his neck under his ear. He had a small scar that cut into his right eyebrow as well as the small scar on his bottom lip. His hair was cut shorter on the sides, and slightly longer in the top, but pushed back. His skin on his face was pale with some freckles.

"I'm Cal Kestis. Jedi Knight.", He then turned to his crew and pointed out each one as he spoke their names. "That's Greez Dritus, Cere Junda, and Merrin." He turned back to face the Princess, her eyes searching the room and people around her. "My Lady, we are taking you somewhere safe-".

"You will take me home!" Moaria roared as she jumped up from her seat, looking at the man, Cal, with fire in her eyes. "Or am I to be a hostage? Is that the plan?" She held herself tall, her voice no longer shaken and scared. Cal jumped up with his hands in front of him, as if he was trying to approach a scared animal.

"What? No!" He said in surprise. "My Lady, your father sent us to protect you in case something like this did happen. We are not your enemy here."

The taller woman, Cere, stepped forward and placed a hand on Cal's shoulder. She patted his shoulder and he sat down, still looking up at Moaria like a puppy. The older woman approached the Princess and looked her right in the eyes. "We are taking you somewhere you know. Somewhere your father told us to. You will see him there and he will explain everything." Her voice was firm, a tone Moaria remembered from her past. Something was both comforting and heartbreaking about the familiarity of it. Pushing the thought down she looked at the crew before her. The Latero stood closest to the cockpit, his arms folded over his fat and fluffy torso. Next closest to him was the white haired woman with the face markings. A Nightsister. She was thin, but the muscles showed through the sleeves of her shirt. Then stood Cere. She held herself proud, yet there was a cold, sad look behind her eyes. Then stood Cal, a handsome young man with his fiery copper hair and scars, but he had the eyes of someone who had seen things before his time. Survivor's eyes. The same eyes she saw in the mirror each morning.

Before she could say anything, the scanners started to beep and the ship started to slow down. "Take some seat, we are coming out of hyperspace." Greez said as he made his way back to the cockpit, Cere not far behind. Moaria sat back down and smoothed out the silk of her dress. She tried to smooth down any flyaway hair that may have gone astray during the ordeal. She watched as the stars stopped zooming past the window in a blur of light and Polis Massa came into few. She felt her body stiffen upon seeing the asteroid planet. Six years ago her life changed forever after seeing this place. She saw the base sitting on the rocky surface and the ship docked on its landing pad.

Her Father's ship.

A sigh of relief at seeing some familiar after everything that happened over the past hour overtook her body. All she wanted was to have her father hold her and tell her all was well. But she knew that was just a fairytale wish, today was anything but fine.

The Mantis, as she learned the ship was called, landed on the pad next to her Father's ship and the ramp slowly made its way down. With quick and airy steps, her dress swirling and blowing around her legs, she made her way down the ramp and threw the long hall of the base in search of Bail Organa. Her heels clicked against the floor, flashbacks and memories threatening to fill her mind with each passing step down these halls. Moaria was about to make a right turn down the hall when she slammed into a strong body. She didn't get a chance to look up to see who it was when arms went around her immediately. The soft tickle of his beard, the strong arms that held her, she knew it was her Father.

"Oh my dear sweet child." He breathed against her forehead as he pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around his back, laying her head on his shoulder as her body finally gave out. "Easy, Daughter. Let's go sit down." Pulling back slightly to guide her down the hallway to the conference room. Looking over his shoulder, Bail saw the crew of the Mantis and nodded for them to follow. She leaned on her Father as he guided her to one of the chairs and sat down beside her. Looking up, Moaria finally saw the room they had gone into. The same room she had stepped into six years ago. The room she became Ari Organa, and left Moaria Hollbir behind.

"Father…" her voice cracking as she tried to hold back all the emotions she felt deep inside her chest. "Did you know? About Tamrina?" Her blue eyes held back the tears that threatened to spill over. She watched as he rubbed his chin, his eyes holding a sad and soulful look to them. They had both seen so much since the fall of the Republic. They had to endure so much over the last few years.

"Yes, I knew she was Force Sensitive. It was why she was so helpful to the cause. She knew the risks, same as any of us what going up against the Empire could mean." His voice was heavy, as he rubbed his chin. Moaria slumped back into her seat, her regal composure slipping as she had no energy to keep up appearances. She looked over at the group of people who brought her here. Cere didn't seem surprised at all by the news, but Cal seemed to still be shocked like she was. Merrin was harder to read, and Greez wasn't looking up at anyone. "Her death is unfortunate though, beyond just the loss of her life. She had important information on the Empire that she found on a trip to Coruscant, one that we may have desperately needed." Bail continued as he leaned back in his seat.

"What information?" Cal's voice spoke up for the first time since being in the ship. Moaria liked the sound of his voice, with the boyish undertones coming through. She looked over at him and met his eyes, a slight redness spreading across his pale cheeks. Turning back to her father she remembered the small flat silver disk that had gotten shoved in her dress pocket. Slipping her hand into her pocket she ignored her Father's answer to Cal as she looked down at the small disk in her hand. Tamrina risked and gave her life for this disk, knowing she would die as she shoved the disk into her hand. So many emotions filled her body as she held that disk in her hands. Parts of her she had shut off after the fall of the Republic started to stir. It was like something within the disk called to her. Still looking down at the disk she spoke up.

"Is this what she was to bring to Alderaan?" Moaria held the disk higher for the others to see. Bail turned back to face his daughter, and his eyes grew wide as he saw what lay in her hand.

"Where did you get that?" He asked. She looked up at him, still feeling that energy running through her body.

"'Open it and save the people.' That's what she told me right before she told Cal to protect me at all cost and the Fourth Brother took her life." She looked at Cal and then back to her Father. "There is so much unanswered Father. Why was I not told there was going to be a Jedi there to protect me? Why are we here… in this place? What was Tamrina hiding on this disk?" Handing the disk to her father she watched his eyes for answers. She watched as his brows crinkled, the worry lines framing his face as he was deep in thought. Standing up he walked to the head of the table and pushed a button, the door sealing itself and the blinds of the windows sliding down, the room growing darker. Slipping the disk into the box at the end of the table, a holo popped up bright blue in the center of the table.

"Your answers lay here. Tamrina heard of a plan, one that the Emperor himself was looking into. Knowing what Queen Tamrina was, I felt it unsafe to send you to her without a backup plan. So I reached out to friends in the cause and they told me about Cal and his crew. I wanted to make sure if something like this happened I could get you out of there, before the Empire got ahold of you." Bail went on to explain as he walked back to his seat beside Maoria. Cere stood up pointing to the Holo, Moaria saw something she didn't ever expect.

"Ilum wasn't the only Kyber Crystal planet?" Cere spoke up as she read the Holo. Looking closer at the Holo, Moaria saw the name of a planet she had never heard of before: Neonarro.

"I've never seen nor heard of this planet or its people before." Spoke Cal as he took a closer look.

"Especially being a Kyber planet, why didn't the Jedi ever talk about a second world to harvest Crystals?" Pointed out Cere as she rubbed her chin. Moaria had to agree with the former Jedi. This place wasn't one anyone had been told about growing up or hearing star pilots talk about. So where was this place? Looking farther at the Holo she saw a smaller amount of writing that seemed to call to her. Leaning forward she saw texts talking about the center part of the planet…. And her people. The words called to her, like a small tug on a string that was wrapped around her soul. Something about the world seemed familiar yet so foreign at the same time.

"This place isn't on a starmaps. It's a lost world, out in the far corners of frontier space. No one has really traveled there since the Old Republic days. All maps and hyperspace lanes have been lost to history to this world." Bail spoke as he read more into Neonarro. "But it must be important if Tamrina took this information from the Empire and got it into our hands."

Moaria kept looking at the Holo, going over the texts and imagines of the planet. Standing up she took a few steps to the left, looking at it from a different angle. That's when she spotted something on a different line in the texts. "Here! It's something about a Jedi Temple."

Cal stood up and walked over to where she was standing. "The one on Coruscant?"

"No, it's an older one, from the Old Republic times. It's somewhere in the Keneda System, in the Outer Rim." She pointed to the small Holomap below the texts. Pulling it up closer there were thirteen worlds marked in the Keneda System. Only two had been checked off. "Whatever this Temple is, they have only looked at two of them. There must be a map or a clue on how to find this lost world."

"We already know the Empire is taking all the Kyber Crystals they can. They took Ilum. If they find another world full of crystals… What could stop them from doing something terrible to this Galaxy?" Cere whispered as her eyes got a far away look to them. The room grew quiet as they all looked at the Holo. Emotions were running rampant, the idea of a lost world and people, the Empire on the hunt, and the death of the Queen was a lot to deal with. Maoria read over the texts about the hidden Jedi Temple again, something about it called to her, like a lost friend reaching out.

"We have to find this Temple and Neonarro before the Empire does." She broke the silence after sometime, looking at each pair of eyes in the room. "If we don't, the fate of the Galaxy might forever be sealed into the hands of the Empire."

"That, my Daughter." Bail said with a look in his eyes, "Is why we are here, and not back on Alderaan." Sliding the Holo to the side a new Holo pulled up, but this time with Moaria's picture on it. "The Empire believes you were taken hostage and are being held for ransom. This was plan B had we needed it. Which now we do." Moaria was confused upon hearing this. She had no clue what Bail could mean. Why was her being held hostage important for the Empire to think was true?

"Father, why must the Empire think I am being held hostage? And by who?"

"Saw Gerrera. The Emperor was sent a message by Saw saying that you were taking on Naboo for the death of the Queen. Because of this, the Empire will have its eyes on Saw and Me."

"So now I just what? Hide in the shadows, away from my home until you find someone to find this lost temple?" Moaria asked, a slight sharpness to her tongue. Bail only gave her a look, one that was stern, unwavering. One that looked her so deep into the eyes she felt as though he looked into the very pit of her soul.

"No. This Galaxy needs someone. It needs more than just a few Jedi and Rebels to bring it back from her knees with the spark of hope. It needs a burning light." He took her hands as he leaned closer to her as he spoke the last four words. "It needs Moaria Hollbir." A chill ran through her body as the forbidden name was spoken out loud. A name that came with so many memories. A name that last spoken out loud a young girl's life has been taken from all she had known and turned into a new one.

"Who is Maoria Hollbir?" Cal asked in a soft tone, his head cocked slightly to the side as he tried to understand what was happening. Moaria looked back at her father before letting go of his hands and turning to face the group before her. With a deep breath she closed her eyes and fully opened herself up to the Force after years of hiding in its shadows to protect herself. A soft glow of light, like flickering gold, flowed over her body, her snow-white hair that fell to her thighs slowly turned into soft honey brown hair that fell to her elbows. A dusting of freckles fell over the bridge of her nose. As she opened her eyes they went from blue to a soft cocoa brown. The crew of the Mantis gasped at her transformation. Merrin and Greez seemed to not believe their eyes, Cere held a look that seemed both surprised yet calm, as though she had known but wasn't sure. Cal's was a look of wonder, as though he had just seen something so pretty turn into something so beautiful before his eyes, like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly. She looked back to Bail briefly who gave her a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes, before looking back at the crew. With a strong voice she answered his question.

"I am."

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transingthoseformers · 7 months

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This is Blitzwing he's going between cold and clinical, greatly enpassioned, and the most gawdaweful sex jokes and puns.

Lugnut is watching in horror. Sentinel is mortality offended that Blitzwing is uninterested in ravishing him. Not that he wants to be ravaged. Megatron hasn't laughed this hard in aeons. Blackarachnia is sighing and facepalming. And Starscream, he's disputing the finner points of technique with Blitzwing in mid lecture.

Omg yes that's hilarious as fuck

Luggy vaguely feel like he's got a ~romantic flair~ so he's just. Absolutely shooketh that this is how Blitzy is explaining it and that he's doing it now

owo? Sentinel caught in 4k, maybe next time Sent maybe next time😁

Oh Meggsie is right for that, this is fucking hilarious

Blackarachnia is just salty that her Talk wasn't as exciting as this one /hj

Starscream this is exactly the time to treat this like a class discussion

#maccadam #transformers #transformers animated #tfa sentinel prime #who has definitely read a lot of kidnapping fantasy oriented fanfiction #tfa megatron #earth might not be treating him well but this really made his day #tfa blackarachnia #who now that i think of it her organic half probably makes her biology ~extra spicy~ and is in my evil babygirl club #tfa blitzwing #who is having such a fucking time #tfa lugnut #oh lugnut.#I'm torn between Optimus being miserable or him being the king of snark still

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gritsandbrits · 1 year

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Memoir of a former Magnus

Nearly 14 years after TFA ended, we got an exclusive look at the fate of one of the show's most infamous character. Written to celebrate the 15th (soon to be 16th) anniversary of the show via the last character you expect Grits to have sympathy for. TW mention of addiction health issued and attempted genocide (failed).

Let me just preface for a cybersecond,

This isn't one of those self aggrandizing "oh woe is me" type posts. Nor is it a hit piece directed at anyone. I'm not here to beg for forgiveness - not that I deserve it anyways - but a explanation about where I've been for the last 14 years.

When I was Magnus I thought I could conquer the universe! All these solar cycles, my hard work finally paid off and I got the position I wanted. I thought Ultra Magnus's ways were too old and needed an overhaul. With the Decepticons returning, I needed to reestablish order of the planet. So I went to work right away putting strict rules on everything from commerce to curfew. In hindsight they were too much even for ME but we're getting there. While a couple of autobots did protest I immediately sent my guards to suppress them. The last thing I needed was a rebellion.

I was so proud of myself! All the attention was on me and I loved it. Whenever the camera was on I modified myself with the fanciest parts and cyber-silks to make myself look grand. I ate the finest energon and drunk from goblets of refined oils. I had femme bots fawn over me and I loved seeing their mechs squirming with jealously. I went to every party, often I left one shindig to go to another!

But mostly I loved the power. I could do whatever I wanted. No one could oppose be. I was the Magnus and therefore I was the law. But one group did: my ex friend Optimus (yes we're not longer friends but we're going to get to that). They didn't like how strict I was. I paid them no mind just because they took down megatron doesn't make them special they were still a bunch of janitors. How ironic.

Anyways, I enjoyed the power and things that came with magnus. I had bots supporting me. I had fan clubs, i commissioned holovids and statues in my honor. Had received expensive gifts from our allied planets. I had my own chambers in the citadel. I relished in digging my hands in whatever business a Magnus could take part in, signing documents as I would autographs. I even had my helm reforged to look even better than Ultra's. I finally had something Optimus didn't. He may have the public favor but I had money and power and that was all for me. Life was great.

But soon my lifestyle caught up with me. The treasurer confronted me about my spending habits. Who knew even the Magnus had to pay taxes? I would shrug and say I'll pay them off on time, limit myself to two new capes a day instead of the usual five. But then one day at a posh shop my cyber card got declined. I was in the negative. Thinking it might've been the expiration date I checked my other cards. I had a lot of cards set up in my name. But all the them declined. I was so embarrassed I ran out of the shop! Later I found out there's a limit to how much a Magnus could spend a certain period of time. When I confronted the treasurer he told me he already warned me about it.

That was just the beginning. As the conflict raged on more and more bots began voicing their dissatisfaction with how I was handling things. Some didn't like seeing me brag on the television. I waved it off as petty jealously. I put more rules in place to quash potential rebellions. I cut off trade from organic planets, not wanting to associate with them even though we got precious materials from them. Cybetron's economy was at a decline. I began noticing the reception was a lot colder. Every time I stopped by the elite guard HQ bots would walk the other way or whisper behind my back.

The workload was getting hard. For every stack of paper I'd sign, ten more popped out of nowhere. I had to undergo special training to defend myself nobody wanted a second assassination right after Ultra speaking of I hated speaking at his funeral because I was so hurt by his death. Unlike Optimus and Eli-Blackarachnia as she calls herself now, Ultra Magnus was not coming back. I couldn't go to him for advice and I disliked being lectured by the council. The last person I could talk to was Optimus but he was too busy being everyone's hero. That was another reason why I loved being Magnus: I didn't have to put up with living in Optimus's shadow. I was the star!

The attention began to get a little dull - and dangerous. Like a knife plunged into the side of my neck. I got questions in subjects I had little knowledge about. Rumors started to spread about my private life. Everywhere I go cameras would follow me and while I would stand there and smile soon I was getting irritated with how many were around me. Some fans started to act a little erratic. Getting too close to my personal space. Begging me to notice them, screaming my name so loud it gave me a helm-ache. Some of them removed their chest plates to get me to sign their inner plating - I frag you not this actually happened. Interrupting my private dates to sneak photographs, or scare away any femme I was with.

A couple were bold enough to attempt a break-in at the citadel just to get a glimpse of me. There was even one incident where, when I was retiring to my chambers after a particularly rough day, I went to my berth to get some sleep when I heard someone shuffling right next to me. I quickly turned the lights on and screamed as a fanbot greeted me as if I was their spouse. After that I had guards stationed outside my bedroom door at all times.

I was getting helmaches constantly. I became snappy - well more snappy then usual. See, I always had a temper and the extra baggage only made it worse. That only fueled the fire, bots began to question if I was in a good enough state of mind to fulfill my duties. I soldiered on refusing to look weak in front of them. I started taking a kind of pill that would help ease the pain - gouging myself by the bottle. My optics were losing their glow even my chin started to shrink under pressure.

I was taking every pill the medbot prescribed - gouging myself by the bottle. Followed by several glasses of oil. The cameras caught me dancing like a drunken beast at party. I would show up late at council meetings. Then not showing up at all. My words came out in slurred ramblings at engagements. Eventually I was getting kicked out at parties and bars because I was taking the fun out of it. Plus the curfews; bots called me a hypocrite for arresting them when I wasn't following my own rules.

Things came to a head when my former friend tried to take over the world with her army of new Predacons. I tried to quell the invasion by sending Cybetron into Earth's orbit. Even though it was a STUPID idea, at the time I hated anything organic and techo-organics were no different. One filthy organic was enough but a whole army of them? Hell no!

Optimus tried to reason with me. But something in me snapped. After all the stress, the crazy fans, the workload and financial embarrassment I was done. Done with everyone bossing me aroubd and expecting me to follow their beck and call. I yelled at him and insulted him. Told him I was the Magnus and what I say go an no one not even him could stop me. Even someone as friendly as Optimus couldn't overlook my behavior. We came to blows. Luckily Optimus did stop after her disarmed me and said the one thing i always feared he'd say: we're done. He could take my snide comments about him being maintenance prime. But even he couldn't overlook my planned genocide. Harsh but I'm not sugarcoating anything here. He vowed to do anything he can to stop me...and he did. Eventually Cybertron returned back to orbit and another techo-organic - her name is Sari - managed to get through to Blackarachnia and with her army, managed to stop Megatron and his ilk from taking over both worlds.

Oh yeah forgot to mention: I was manipulated by Megatron the whole time! Started when I came to his cell to gloat but he turned the tables by filling my head with promises of helping my solidify my reign. We found common ground in my dislike for Optimus. Funny, all this happened because I couldn't let go of my resentment towards him. He had been the only friend I had in the academy, besides Elita-1, and yet I've treated him like garbage. Anyways, after everything went down Megatron was put in another prison far away. As for me: I was fired.

Fired is putting it too lightly and again I'm not going to sugarcoat what I've done. I was actually charged with abuse of power, tax evasion, attempted genocide, you name it I was not let off easy. I was stripped of my badge and banned from rejoining the Elite Guard. I was frightened thinking I was going to be sent to the prison. But Alpha Trion must've took pity in me because I got exiled to Earth instead. His reasoning: so I can learn how to be more compassionate to others who don't look like me. As well as everybody on cybertron out for my aft - and rightfully so since I nearly killed them all - so it was also for safety. I was sent to live in the same continent Detroit was - I found out it is not in fact the name of the planet but one of millions of cities - in a smaller town located on an island. Griffith Rock it was called.

Griffith Rock was so different from the cities I was used to. There's barely any roads but they were important to maintain. Maintain. I guess that's two Primes who share the name even though I rank below a minor now. But it gets heavy snow in the winters and they needed a snowplow. Something to put my earth alt mode to good use. I hated living there. There weren't any loony fanbots but I still wanted someone to pay me some attention. I couldn't call Optimus at the time, we weren't on speaking terms. Not that I blame him I was a fragging horrible friend - but I still wanted his help.

A family unit of organics became my handlers. The father was a man named Chief Burns. He had four kids, three were adults and one still a kid. They ran the police, fire and rescue department all in one. But their equipment were not in good shape and they couldn't afford a new one. My strengths were needed and they were selected to take me in. Not just to benefit them but also so I could learn how to work with a team. I was so angry I didn't even want to be near one organic. But a whole family of them was the straw that broke the cyber camel's back. For a while I would sit in my alt mode refusing to move. Eventually Chief Burns came to talk to me. Unlike with everyone else whom sounded exasperated or defensive, Burns was oddly sympathetic towards my plight. He knew what happened to me and said we all made mistakes some cheesy shit like that. But that this could be my chance to make up for mine. For the first time in a long while somebody talked to me like an actual being. I thought about what he said and as much as I hated to admit it he was right. I had a second chance in life. I wasn't about to waste it wallowing in self pity. So I gave it a chance.

Over time I worked hard clearing away all the snow from the roads Even participated in a few missions to save some unlucky skiiers from falling off a cliff. While I didn't open up too much I began to talk to the organics. One time I had trouble shifting to bipedal mode so one of them had to operate me. I disliked the idea of an organic touching my inside but in an emergency I couldn't argue. So I let them inside. Surprisingly I didn't mutate into a weird manbeast!

That was another thing. Time on that isolated rock made me think about everything that happened. Including my distaste for organics. Turns out it was just a symptom of what I experienced on Archa 7. Chief Burns called it trauma, that I may have something called PTSD. It's something I struggle with to this day. The hate I had for organics was just my fears of ending up like Elita-1. The resentment was just grief, I was still hurting from what happened and with two absent friends I had to carry the weight on my own.

In hindsight that probably explained why I didn't have friends outside of Optimus; I was so afraid of getting hurt again I pushed everyone else away. All the snide remarks and insults directed at people was just my way of handling my trauma. All those rules I enforced? My controlling bossy behavior? Just me trying to find some semblance of control. I had to be in control of things because the last time I broke he rules it destroyed one of my friends. Unhealthy I understand now, but it was the thing that got me through life. Staying with the Burns gave me the space to process the trauma I had from my past and working on healthier ways of expressing my anger. These organics - humans - weren't the threat all along. If anything I wad the threat. But not anymore. I put that behind me.

It took solar cycles, but I'm officially at peace. I can't say if I've changed that's not really up to me to decide. While I I still have a temper I don't lash out as I did. Usually I take long drives through the forest to clear my head. The younger organics love me, especially taking them on rides. If I really needed to vent I write in my holo journal as I do now. Rung recommended me that nifty trick. The spark I once held wrapped around behind a tight wall I eagerly opened. I still like to brag but also know I am enough WITHOUT the crown without the titles without the finances. I even took up an Earth sport called fencing to help hone my battle skills. I became more self reliant. Got more careful with dosage after painstakingly going through withdrawal. I don't even touch refined oils anymore. Just plain oil for me.

Optimus and his crew did visit once to help us fight off some stray Insecticons. The reception was chilly but I don't blame them. I was nasty to them and they had every right to not want anything to do with me. But Optimus was still friendly and even supported me on my growth. But he made it clear any chance of returning to our old friendship is gone. I have to live with that.

Now when I look back at my old behavior I wished I'd let Bulkhead punch me. I can't even stomach past me, I was that repulsive! I wondered why nobody slapped me upside my helm they were so patient with me even thought i wasn't the same with them. I was bossy afthole who needed a hefty dose of reality. And while reality isn't nice it definitely beats running away from my emotions. I no longer resent Optimus. I have so much to say about him. I want to thank him for sticking by me all those solar cycles. Even though we're no longer friends I'll always appreciate his friendship. Who would've guessed spending time apart would be the healthiest our relationship ever been?

Anyways I've written enough. Again this isn't a letter meant to beg forgiveness or anything. But my way of taking back my life and being the hero of my own story. And hopefully be the hero for someone else too.

- Logging out, Sentinel.

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