#I might do the rest of the Rescue bots..who knows..

[raidensharkgun]

Phighters Roll to the Rescue!

Watched a few episodes and then the hyper fixation kicked in

#I might do the rest of the Rescue bots..who knows.. #Phighting #phighting! #Phighting au #transformers rescue bots #rescue bots #tfrb #tf heatwave #tf chase #tf boulder #tf blades #transformers #transformers au #crossover #art #my art #Yeh

[erospandemos]

Boyfriend Tutorial

Sieun x Male Reader

Length: 3.2k

Sieun has to teach you how to be her boyfriend.

You wake up thanks to your phone ringtone, blasting the default bell jingle in your right ear, with a humid pool in your notebook and a huge pain in your back. Certainly falling asleep at your desk wasn’t a good sleep position for your spine, and not a comfortable one either, but literature was so powerful, it knocked you out in less than thirty minutes. That said, behind that loud ringtone, you were already sensing an upcoming pain in the ass.

Your phone was almost demanding to be answered, it was as if the notes were screaming in your face. You take a deep breath and pick your phone up to see the person who was calling: “Puppy”. Now, you would’ve never saved anyone with such a name on your contacts but you were forced into it, by the same person that was calling you now, your girlfriend.

Once you slid the green button across the screen, her filtered voice came blasting at full volume.

“Good morning sleepyhead! I bet you had the most profound, warm, dream-inducing, fairy-like sleep ever, right? Must have been so heavenly!” You could already tell it wasn’t a “good” morning for her and it wasn’t supposed to be one for you either. Her voice was already cracking your speaker, she must have been fuming mad.

“Good morning, Sieun…” you said softly, testing the ground.

“Wh—first of all, Sieun? We’ve already discussed this before, baby, say it.”

“Honey.”

“Well done. Second, good morning? Babe, it’s 2 pm!”

“Well, you said it first and I—”

“It was sarcasm, you idiot. Can’t you even tell?” she complained. The large sigh behind the speaker gives you a moment to rest then Sieun starts again. “Gosh, I don’t know how I’m the girlfriend of such an airhead… Anyways, listen here mister.”

You lean back into the chair and look to the ceiling, calling the help of the gods, the angels, the deities above but you know nobody could rescue you now. She said the phrase, Sieun’s mom mode was activated and you could not escape.

“Not only I didn’t receive a good night text, which we have agreed on, not only I didn’t receive a good morning text, but you didn’t say anything to me all day! Wh-what am I? I’m your girlfriend, not a random friend you talk to only when you feel like it.”

“Sieun—honey, I…”

“Go ahead, give me your excuses. Like you always do,” Sieun scoffs. You don’t even dare to sigh, if she heard it, she’d go on another rant about you not caring enough or whatever she had in mind—you didn’t know. Next time you should ask your friend to code you a bot to send her texts or remind you to do it, because at this rate, it was only a matter of time until she’d kill you.

“Nothing, honey, I’m sorry.”

“Well, you’re unforgiven. You better make up for it, alright?”

“Okay, tomorrow I’ll—”

“Not tomorrow! Right now. We’re going on a date. We’ve been a couple for two months and you’ve only taken me on one date when you confessed. I’m tired of waiting, you’re taking me on one right now. Think of a place while you come to my dorm.” When she was done talking, Sieun closed the call without giving you time to say anything else.

You go back to your normal sitting posture to think. Sure, you had to prepare for your test but that was in a week and even if it was a lot of material, it was a threat in the future while Sieun was a very close threat. Putting things on a scale of importance, your girlfriend seemed to be a bit further up. Fine, the date was already decided, you might as well go. 

Being Sieun’s boyfriend was, in a lack of words, demanding. You’ve known her for a long time before getting together with her: you were her personal tutor. In the past, her character was definitely rougher and you had to take a long time before she trusted you, but after that you got to see her sweet side. In a mix of hormones and surprise, you eventually asked her out and in a even more surprising twist, she liked you too.

Unfortunately, it was right at the start of your midterm so you couldn’t spend much time with her. Frustruation must have gotten to her too and she was more irritated than usual.

Anyways, you don’t ask yourself anymore questions as you drive the car away from your dorm and drive to your Sieun. While on the road, you looked around thinking of where to take her. She was a very energetic girl and bringing her to watch a movie or to a café would have been very stupid of you. Something like a bowling or an arcade was more fitting. Yeah, you should go to the arcade.

You arrive at her dorm in probably 10 minutes. You knock on the door of her room and another girl opens the door for you. You know her, she’s Sumin, Sieun’s roommate. She comes out of the room like the priest of the Oracle of Delphi, ready to give you one of her prophecies and it wasn’t going to be a good one.

She looks at you with a mixture of fear and worry but politely gives you a smile. “You got Sieun real upset, she’s been complaining all morning,” she says.

“Sorry about that,” you reply apologetically, rubbing the back of your head and bowing. 

“It’s okay, I’m used to it,” she chuckles. “Anyways, she’s in her room, she’s still changing so you can wait in the living room. I’m gonna go buy some groceries.”

“Thank you, Sumin.”

“Good luck,” she says and runs down the stairs. Now it’s only you and Sieun. 

“Honey, I’m here!” you yell at a random direction and Sieun yells back, “You can come in, I’m pretty much done!” You come into her room like a soldier on a battle field. There is stuff everywhere on the floor: clothes, make up, bags, magazines, and if you ever dared to step on one of them, it would be over for you. 

Sieun was sitting in front of a mirror, touching up her lips. She raises an eyebrow, looking at you through the window, then continues to put on her red in a comfortable silence. You limit yourself to looking at her and thinking about what you’ll do later.

She was done. Sieun got up after clicking the lipstick and grabbed her bag. 

She wore a beautiful white dress, simple in appearance but full of little decors up close, it narrows just a little under the chest, not to show too much of her curves but let completely uncovered her shoulders and collarbones, where your eyes went the most. Her pink wavy hair adorned her face perfectly, making her face look smaller and sharper. 

The moment she got up, the air inside the room was pushed out, and a sudden void was left in your lungs as you couldn’t master up any coherent word. You stutter a bit, and turn around to shield yourself from a too strong beauty. 

“Uhm… so, I was thinking of going—” you can barely start when Sieun interrupts you.

“Really? Is that what you’re going to say?” she scoffs. You turn around and see her rolling her eyes, folding her arms, and leaning back on one leg.

“Wh-what?”

“You’re really useless, aren’t you?” she starts. “You’re lucky I’m an understanding person, the other girls would have left you already, but you have a lot to learn.”

“What did I do wrong?” “Well, I made myself this pretty and you’re just going to ignore it?!” Her voice suddenly increases in pitch and in volume. “A good boyfriend has to give a lot of compliments, you know that? I have to teach you everything apparently.”

“It’s just that… I do think you’re very pretty but I didn’t know what to say. You were so beautiful, you made me speechless. You don’t know how much I want to kiss you right now,” you say honestly. 

Sieun is flustered, her cheeks become as pink as hair and she starts to look for a place to hide, without finding one, she covers her face with her hair and storms out of the room. “You said you got a place already, right? Let’s go,” she declares with a mighty voice and then with another almost inaudible voice, she whispers to herself, “What an idiot. He could’ve kept it to himself…”

You can hear her from the other side of the room and sigh at her hypocrisy but whatever, she was cute.

After you told her what you planned and made sure she approved of everything, you went down the dorm and started walking, it was just ten minutes from the building. You start talking about college and the upcoming tests but most of all, you let her rant because she always a lot on her mind.

Things were too smoothly to be true and after five minutes Sieun stops walking. You took a couple of steps before realizing and turn around.

“So are you not gonna do it?” she scoffs.

“What? What should I do?” you ask with confusion. 

Sieun stands there with her fist rolled and her lips curled in an annoyed frown. She doesn’t look so much of a princess anymore. “Gosh, you’re so dense, what do I do with you…? Hold hand! You have to hold my hand!”

“But—”

“Look around, dear,” she says and sways her arms to show you, “All the couples are holding hands because that’s what couples do.” Sieun then stretches her arm out, holding her palm open to you. She flicks her chin, without watching you in the eyes, “So?”

You sigh and take her hand. “There.”

You start to walk again and this time Sieun's steps are wider, with more bounce in her shoulders. You chuckle to yourself, if she really wanted to hold hands, she could have just asked nicely. But that wasn’t really in character with her. 

“You know,” you start and she turns to look at you. “Your hand is really soft. Your skin is so nice.”

“Is that so?” she almost whispers and turns the other way. “Well, your hand is all rough and shitty.”

“You really got a way with words, honey.” “Walk faster.”

On your way to the arcade, a small sandwich house catches your eye. It was one of those small shops that students usually buy their lunches from, and you know it was good from how worn the tables were. Sieun sees it too and mentions how she always wanted to try it. Come to think of it, you always bought her food as a prize for studying when you were her own tutor. 

The arcade is just two from there, you’re already thinking of what games to play: maybe the racing games or the street fighter, it’s been a while since you last tried it. 

Sieun stops again.

You almost slap your face but you can’t let her see too much of your annoyance because that was another trigger for her.

“Is anything bothering you, honey?” you ask carefully. This time you chose your words more wisely.

“Do you know what girls like?” Sieun asks you back. “Everyone should know it by now.”

“Bags? Make-up? Kai?”

“Other than that.” She rolls her eyes.

“I don’t know… Money? Everyone likes money.”

“It’s food, you dumbass! Girls like food. If you want a girl to like you, you must offer her food.”

“What does that have to do with— ah… you want me to buy you a sandwich?”

“I don’t want you to buy it. I’m expecting you to do it. Like, I have never seen a boyfriend not offer his girlfriend food. I shouldn’t even have to remind you, you should already know it…”

“Okay, let’s get you something good to eat,” you say and enter the shop while your girlfriend happily hops behind you. The shop was just like how you thought, warm, comfy, and traditional. The person working there was an old woman, with a beautiful smile, that Sieun immediately greeted with excitement even if she never saw her. 

You order the food and your bad mood is completely gone while you watch Sieun gulp down the sandwich with her cheeks full.

“This is shoooo good!” she barely says. Even if she was a rich kid, nobody has ever taught her manners. No, actually, they did teach her manners but she just chose not to follow them. 

“Do you want a bite?” she then asks you. Leaning on one of her hands she watches you sideways, brushing you with her gaze, “You’re blushing.”

“No, I’m not.”

“So do you wanna try?” You nod. Sieun smiles and offers it to you with both her hands over the table. You lean over and take a bite. It was delicious, the eggs and the mayonnaise worked perfectly together and the bread wasn’t too mushy either. But most of all, you two must have looked like one of those couples from the korean dramas Sieun always watches. 

She giggles while you clean yourself.

“Damn this is great.”

“I know right! It's so good!” she replies. “Okay, now let me try a bite of yours.”

 You give her the sandwich. Yours was way too messy to be fed to her like she did. You take some extra napkins and you swear you hear a “nom” coming from her. 

“Whoa! Yours is even better! Why didn't I choose that one?”

“Wanna switch?”

“No, it’s fine.”

 When you were done eating, you finally reached the arcade, while holding her hand of course. The flashing lights and no windows really contrasted with the sunny outside. The AC was turned on, because there was no other ventilation, and it was more chilly than outside. Sieun had goosebumps all over her arms and was stroking her skin to warm up.

You give her your flannel shirt. She looks at you with surprise at first then happily puts it on.

“Oh… looks like you’re finally learning,” she smugly says. Sieun is like a little kid in a candy shop. She runs around the machines being easily impressed by every little image she sees on the screens. All that with your big shirts around her, it makes you so proud and happy. It was the dream of every boy come true.

The first game you chose to play together was Street Fighter. You got a couple of tokens, inserted the first one, and chose your characters. You take Ryu because you just liked him more while Sieun takes Chun Li. 

Sieun only knows to spam the buttons and slam the machine out of anger whenever she gets hit.

“Sieun, you’re supposed to get out of the way when I punch you, not stay still.”

“Well, I don’t know how to do that!”

“Just move your joystick.”

“It’s easy for you to say it,” she yells and starts pressing random buttons again. After a long beating, it only takes you one final hadouken to beat her, for the fourth time. Sieun stomps her feet like a little kid, she’s fuming. 

“Don’t you know you’re supposed to let your girlfriend win?” she yells at you.

“Who says that?”

“Everyone knows that!” she says and leaves you alone to find another game, all while throwing you every insult she knew. 

You let her cool down for a couple of minutes then went to search her. It took you a while but then you found her in front of the claw machine, the one with the stuffed animals, as she didn’t have any interest in football balls. She looks at you. You look at her.

“Let me guess, you’re going to say boyfriend always get stuffed animals?”

“Tell me, I’m wrong, I dare you.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Damn you— you already know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll get it for you, okay?” you say. You put in a token. 

Flash forward, you already wasted 5 tokens and you still haven’t got it. Some machines are design to have weak-ass claws so you can’t ever get the thing up, some others have adjustable weights to keep a win-to-profit ratio but the thing that infuriated you the most was how close you were getting—it was just a couple of centimeters from the hole.

“Ooh! You almost got it that time!”

It took you another ten minutes of wasted tokens and swearing to finally get the giant plushie bear. Sieun celebrated so loudly she attracted the eyes of everyone in that room, but you didn’t care, you were too tired.

“Thank you, baby!” she says. “It’s so soft and it’s as big as me.”

“It looks like you.”

“You mean I’m fat?” Her eyes pierce through your heart and you suddenly felt a bullet into your chest.

“No! No no no no no. I mean it’s cute as you.”

“Be careful, mister,” Sieun comments and starts walking on her own. She stumbles upon an air hockey table and challenges you. 

You sigh and go along with her. She just wants to have fun, air hockey is too easy anyways.

She destroyed you.

11 - 1. How did she even do that? She was way too fast, you couldn’t even see the pluck and she already scored. She didn’t even celebrate, she already knew she won from the first few seconds. You never saw anyone play as good as her, with impenetrable defense and flashy attack.

“Whatever,” you say, defeated.

“Not so cocky anymore huh?”

“It has gotten late, let’s go.” But Sieun doesn’t let you go. She holds your wrist. 

“Are you not gonna say I did good? Boyfriends always—”

“Aish, shut up,” you shut her up and placed your hand on her head. Despite your disappointment, you handled her hair with a lot of gentleness. Feeling her grouchiness come back to her after her momentary confusion ceased, she opened her mouth to grumpily tell you to stop touching, but suddenly felt a very pleasant spark on the top of her head. Her words died a little in her mouth. 

Sure enough, you were head patting Sieun, giving her little scratches behind her ears on her scalp. From the way you were doing it, Sieun wouldn’t be surprised if you owned a lot of cats. 

She had never gotten petted before, but the feeling was so pleasant it felt like her head was being clouded up with warmth, barely able to focus on any thoughts under the overwhelmingly nice sensation. She felt herself lean into the touch, his grumpiness completely forgotten.

You looked at her amusement and chuckled, “You kinda look like a cute cat.”

Sieun’s face burned red when she realized she was totally enjoying it as if she was touch-deprived and desperate. 

“You were really good, really good,” you say at the end and let her go.

“...Mh… thank you,” she whispers.

“So did I do good too?”

“Maybe.” Sieun storms out of the building, like always. 

You laugh before running to reach her. Looks like the date was successful, maybe she’ll start treating you nicer next time. For now, she looked so cute, you didn’t care at all.

THE END

Written, 27 July 203 - 29 July 2023

#stayc #stayc fluff #fluff #kpop fluff #sieun #sieun fluff #stayc sieun

[moonbeam-dragon]

Rescue Bots: Swap AU

The 'bots are humans and the humans are 'bots. This is just the main four Rescue Bots and the Burns family. I might add other characters if this gets popular. But Optimus stays a Bot.

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Human Heatwave:

Heath Wayne - Mixed: Cuban/Black - 23 - He/him - Bisexual

Born and raised in Griffin Rock. Only child. His parents were killed by burglars when he was twelve. Wound up being rescued. He was taken in by the Burnses, who were retired rescuers and childless. He got to do Teen Pioneers on the island. Just after he turned 18, he inherited the firehouse and trained to be a firefighter.

There was more of a rescue team before. They all either died, retired, or left. They thought "Heath Wayne" sounded like "Heatwave" so they started calling him that. He mentioned it one time around Blockade. Then he started using that since it was easier to remember. Gradually everyone started calling him Heatwave.

Human Chase:

Chase Dean - Mixed: White/Japanese- 23 - He/him - Homosexual

Born in Griffin Rock. Grew up an only child. Moved away as a toddler and didn't return until high school. He spent all of his years of school homeschooled. He went to real class in high school. Did Lad Pioneers on the mainland. Super autistic. Social cues? Never heard of her. He went to the police academy and quickly ranked up. When the running police cheif died on duty, he got the position.

The only one who uses his given name.

Human Boulder:

Pōhaku Akana - Hawiian - 22 - He/it - Panromantic/Ace spectrum

Born on the mainland. He was always huge into nature. Only child so he read and drew a lot. Was fascinated by plants. Did Lad Pioneers on the mainland. Moved to Griffin Rock when he was a high school junior. Then everyone kinda just did. He did online classes for college and has a degree in botany. Is going to Grimskey Tech as well. Passionate about everything. Joined the rescue team as an engineer but has gotten training to handle emergencies and stressful situations.

Nobody in school could pronounce his real name. The art teacher asked to call him Boulder and he agreed.

Human Blades:

Blaise Nuage - French - 21 - He/they - Panromantic/Demisexual

Grew up the middle child of five. The older sisters were Claudia (26, she/her) and Camille (24, she/they). The younger siblings were Olive (17, they/them) and Andre (15, he/she). He was babied by the older ones and he babies the younger ones. Their parents weren't that involved so Claudia was the responsible one. The siblings were all really close, growing up on the mainland. They moved to Griffin Rock when he was in middle school. Did Lad and Teen Pioneers on the island. He stayed when he graduated but the rest of the family moved back.

Blaise did pretty well in school and trained as a doctor for a short time. He hated flying but becoming an EMT helped him out in the field. He got familiar with one helicopter and got his pilot's license. Moved into the firehouse to join the team. They were content until the Bots showed up. Then things got weird.

Dartswift misheard his name as "Blades" so she called him that. It caught on with the team and soon all of Griffin Rock just knew him as Blades.

Bot Chief:

Strongshield - Blue - He/him - Straight Ally

The oldest of the team by a lot. His creators were Rescue Bots as well. They gave their Energon to a ship full of people and saved countless lives. He vowed to join the Rescue Bots in their honor. Strongshield used to have a different team but they all died on separate occasions. When he was done mourning he was put in charge of a group of young adults. He formed a close bond with each of them. He becomes a "father" figure to them all.

Chase told him about an officer he used to know named Charleston. He was the chief before he was shot. Strongshield decided he rather liked that name, so chase started calling him Charlie.

Bot Kade:

Blockade - Yellow - He/it - Bisexual

Trained to handle explosions and fires on Cybertron. His life-givers were both killed when he was a sparkling. He was raised in the Rescue Bots' base. He always admired Strongshield. He always blocked people out but made an exception when he met his team.

When he started calling Heath "Heatwave," Heath started calling him "Kade" for short. It was easier for both to remember.

Bot Dani:

Dartswift - Gray/Orange - She/her - Bisexual

Had a decent childhood on Cybertron. She played lots of sports. Was always into flying and had a flight mode before. Her carrier taught her about health so she learned medical procedures. She joined the Rescue Bots to put her talents to good use. Never had siblings and her relationship with her life givers wasn't good. They died when she was young and she spent the rest of her youth with the Rescue Bots.

Blaise started calling her Dani, after a character in a show they both liked.

Bot Graham:

Spectrogram- Blue-green - He/him - Bisexual

He grew up picked on a lot. He spent more time studying and experimenting than socializing. He never enjoyed nature. His creators never exactly cared for him. He found support and comfort in Strongshield. He joined the Rescue Bots as an engineer but almost failed the actual rescue training. Spectrogram ended up getting into Sigma 17 because Strongshield favored him among a group.

Boulder, and eventually everyone, start calling him "Gram" for short. Somehow it got spelled "Graham" and they went with it.

Bot Cody:

Codebreaker - Brown/Green - He/him - Polysexual

Spent his first years on Cybertron. When he was a sparkling his creators took him on a trip to another solar system while working. They died during this and codebreaker wound up safe in stasis. The Rescue Bots found and kept him. They never got him back to Cybertron.

He was kept with the team. Optimus found a small buggy for him to scan. He wants to be a racecar. Optimus and Strongshield won't let him. Boulder just kinda started calling him Cody because it sounded right. It caught on pretty quick.

#tfrb swap au #swap au #tfrb #rescue bots #tfrb blades #tfrb boulder #tfrb chase #tfrb heatwave #dani burns #tfrb dani #graham burns #tfrb graham #kade burns #tfrb kade #charlie burns #tfrb charlie #chief burns #tfrb chief #tfrb cody #cody burns

[whatwooshkai]

Hey there! I love your oc Quint! His design is so cool, and no matter how much he says he´s not HW Sire, his attitude certainly convinces nobody lol.

Any hc about him? About his relationship with HW and his s/o? Anything you are willing to tell, really. Your fanart is so damn good dude

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION!!!

first of all, thanks so much!!

I won't go too much into quint's backstory- there's a few key players I haven't introduced yet, so I'll just focus on him and heatwave

so, I imagine their story goes that optimus notices how bored heatwave is (there's pretty long stretches of time between each emergency, and a ton of downtime) so he figures that heatwave could use some mentorship from an older, more experienced firetruck, and of course quint agrees immediately. he was abandoned by his creators, but picked up by a bot named diehard and his peripheral, saint.* so, he's always had the mindset of paying it forward, and basically tries to adopt any kid that comes his way.

his relationship with heatwave is really tumultuous at first- heatwave wants nothing to do with him, doesn't think he needs a mentor, would rather be doing anything else etc., but after about a hundred times of getting his ass kicked he realizes he might be able to learn a few things from quint. and then it gets emotional because quint really obviously cares about heatwave the more he learns about him- and starts taking an active part in his life outside of just teaching him to fight and use his attributes properly. heatwave's also convinced quint doesn't know his name or any of the other rescue bots' names because he calls them nicknames (hw: kid, kiddo, champ. ch: sport. bl: bud, buddy. bo: spud. these are the nicknames my gramps used for me and my siblings)

quint's also the first to notice heatwave is an outlier (I share the hc that heatwave's a psychic outlier- my guy predicts literally everything in that show) because he is also an outlier (I have plans to introduce his power in a comic soon).

for quint and baz, they started out hating each other. baz is the reason he, quint and another bot, quicksilver, are all stranded on earth. the only reason he's not dead is because he was key to their survival, and as time passed, he and quint slowly fell in love. quint is really bad at showing romantic affection, he's much more an acts of service/words of affirmation guy, but while he's got nicknames for baz, none of them are pet names. in fact, baz is the only one who's name he actually uses on a regular basis. baz is much more the affectionate and pet names one.

as for baz and heatwave, they do not like each other, but grow on each other. heatwave is immediately distrustful because of baz's decepticon symbol, and baz doesn't like heatwave's attitude. they both try for quint, and eventually reach a tentative understanding through shit talking people and stretching.

okay so that's a lot! I have a bunch more comics planned to introduce my other ocs and with quint and the rest of the rescue bots, but thanks for the question!

*diehard is a semitruck, so his peripheral, saint, turns into his trailer. saint is also an outlier, with an ability best described as the polnareff turtle from jjba part 5

#transformers #maccadam #transformers ocs #tf quint #tfrb heatwave #tf baz #transformers rescue bots #tf ocs #oc lore #thanks for the ask!! #woosh ocs

[smokescreenimusprime]

As someone who really loves Smokescreen but sees almost nothing with him in it, thank you for your valuable contributions to the enhanced quality of my life. I would love to see more of your AUs! I wonder if there’s something you could come up with where instead of being an Elite Guard and being mentored by Alpha Trion, our favourite Destiny’s Child got interested in the medical field instead? I think he might be a little squeamish, but still see it as a great cause!❤️❤️❤️

:DDDDDDD THANKEE!!!!!!

And I do actually have something like this! It’s not exact, but it’s pretty close in some aspects

basically, it’s an AU where Smokey wasn’t training to be an Elite Guard and instead was actually training to be a Rescue Bot.

Now, what Smokescreen was doing was incredibly dangerous. After all, given functionalism Smokey could very well be killed for what he’s trying to do since he wasn’t forged with a medic frame or hands. The only thing saving him from getting carted off somewhere is the protection being a Rescue Bot (albeit in training) offered. Maybe his superiors end up pulling some strings, maybe fudging some numbers, maybe offer him some secret classes, but as long as Smokescreen does well and avoids staying out of the spotlight, he can pursue his dream

And because I love characters crossing paths, he ends up befriending Heatwave :D

the two first met when they were sharing detention in the Academy together. Smokescreen was racing in the halls (it's not his fault it was the fastest way to his classes) and Heatwave had gotten into a fight (you should see the other guy). Smokescreen, being the slightly nosy but well meaning guy that he is, ends up fixing up some of the dents Heatwave still had because Hey What Better Way To Learn Than With Practice, and things just spiraled from there

now, these two were as thick as thieves, and their teamwork was impeccable. Anyone with working optics could see they were going to be a great team after graduation, and when Blades, Chase and Boulder join their duo to make a quintet that future only looks brighter. The 5 of them were among some of the best in the Academy in their respective fields, so combined they were going to do some great things

There was the slight hiccup in these plans with how Smokey was a year younger and thus would be graduating later, but they'd already made plans and started the paperwork for him to be transferred to Sigma-17

.........but then barely a few weeks before graduation, things don't quite go to plan :)

Smokescreen is...... absolutely DEVASTATED when they're presumed dead. His teammates, his best friends, all gone in one fell swoop

he admittedly starts spiraling a bit after that. He all but drowns himself in his work and studies, severely neglecting his health for a while. He actually ends up landing himself in the academy medbay a couple times, much to his shame. The rest of his final year passes by in a blur and when he graduates he...... really isn't doing a whole lot better. His superiors refuse to assign him to another active team because given how poor a track record he has with self care and how dangerous things have gotten because of the war that was practically sending him off to his death. However, they had to do something because if they didn’t Smokescreen would just get tracked down and killed by the Council

so he gets assigned to the Archives as the medic in charge of caring for the Elite Guard members there

And as much as Smokey hates it...... he also knows they're right. Hell, he's not even sure if he could handle being assigned to another team at all, and he sure as hell isn’t going to let himself die after all the work he put in to get here

The others wouldn’t want that

Alpha Trion is a god send and helps give him the space needed to work through his grief, plus some general good advice. He even commends Smokescreen for his bravery and determination to become a medic. Things are a bit…… awkward with the Guardsmen since they weren’t as open minded as Trion, but it’s easy enough to avoid them and he does eventually earn their respect when he shows them his skill

But of course, this just makes things hurt even worse when the Fall of Iacon inevitably happens

when he crashes on Earth, Optimus is then left with a decision, which honestly could lead to this AU going in two different directions. On one hand it would probably be best to send Smokescreen to Griffin Rock for his own safety. This is the middle of a war zone, and Smokescreen isn’t at all built for combat. However, because of his crash landing Megatron knows Smokescreen exists and that could potentially put the other Bots and even Griffin Rock as a whole in danger

however, regardless of how long it takes Smokescreen is eventually going to reunite with the rest of Sigma-17 and it’s going to be F U N :)

(also just the general chaos of Smokey being able to have multiple alt modes because it’s my headcanon that’s a thing mostly exclusive to rescue bots, with some exceptions)

#first thoughts #fifth sigma #transformers #transformers prime #tfp #transformers rescue bots #rescue bots #tfp smokescreen #smokescreen #tfp alpha trion #alpha trion #rb heatwave #heatwave #tfp optimus #optimus prime #tfp megatron #megatron #kd answers #anon

[writeyouin]

What would it be like if TFP Knockout had a trans male bf? Maybe they suffer a lot of dysphoria sometimes and he helps them? Thank you 🌸💕

Knock Out (TFP) X Trans-Reader – Dysphoria

A/N – Hey there, I hope you don’t mind but I kept this gender-neutral so that those on the other side of the trans community can enjoy it too.

Warnings – Identity Crises. Self-Loathing.

Rating – T

You stood in Knock Out’s hab-suite, trying to focus on anything that wasn’t your reflection while you waited for Knock Out to return from whatever job Starscream had sent him to do. Usually, waiting for Knock Out wasn’t a problem, but today you were having a crisis of identity, pacing restlessly as you tried to shake away the claustrophobic entity known as dysphoria.

One of life’s greatest cruelties was being born in the wrong body, and it was only made worse by societies that made people like you feel like shit because of their short-sighted views on what constituted gender. While things were changing for the better, it wasn’t nearly fast enough for anyone who struggled with self-identity or confidence.

Had you been at home, you might have coped better with the ability to walk away from your mocking reflection which often lied about who you really were on the inside. Yet, stuck in Knock Out’s hab-suite you were trapped, surrounded by views of yourself from every angle thanks to the mirrors that lined all the walls to feed Knock Out’s ego. Worst of all, you couldn’t leave the room since no other Decepticon knew that you were aboard the ship; you were Knock Out’s secret and if anyone else found you, they would likely think of you as a pest to be squashed.

Struggling against an onslaught of terrible thoughts and insults perpetrated by the surrounding reflections, you were forced to retreat into yourself. You sat down, hugging your legs and pressing your face into the safety of your lap, awaiting the time that Knock Out would return to rescue you.

Knock Out strutted confidently through the Nemesis, taking his time as he passed by the admiring gazes of lesser bots. Some of them wondered why such a handsome mech would ever choose a land-based vehicle mode, but none dared to ask since Knock Out liked to come up with new, brutal ways to torture bots and they didn’t want to be on the wrong end of the medic’s operating table.

On his way back to his hab-suite, Knock Out made no attempt to rush, satisfied that you were probably entertaining yourself; besides, rushing was out of character for him, so he would only draw unwanted attention if he did so. However, when Knock Out finally returned to his room, finding you crouched down on the floor, he felt guilty for having not gotten back to you sooner.

He looked down upon you pityingly, finding your very existence to be a sad one. He couldn’t imagine how terrible it was to be unable to transform into the form you most desired as he and his kind could.

After glancing up at his reflection and finding Primus’ most perfect creation looking back, Knock Out could only sigh. He wished that you could feel the same kind of self-adoration that he did, but that kind of confidence didn’t manifest overnight; it was a skill that had to be worked on just like anything else.

Knock Out sat next to you and rested a servo on your back.

“Rough day?” He asked gently, used to your dysphoric episodes.

Your response was muffled, but Knock Out was sure he heard confirmation of his suspicions.

“it gets easier, you know. You start off by upgrading your frame, chipping away at some pieces, modifying others, then one day all the hard work pays off and you find yourself.”

You lifted your head from your lap dazedly and looked at him, then at your reflection which seemed just as warped as before.

“But that isn’t enough…” You said, your voice cracking despairingly.

“No,” Knock Out agreed. “It isn’t.”

“Why?” You asked, desperately seeking answers.

“Because that’s only the first step.”

“Then what’s the next one?”

“Getting over the paranoia. You’ve got to stop waiting for people to misgender you. Stop assuming that they’ll see right through you like you’re wearing a disguise. Your body is not a disguise, (Y/N). That’s you. The real you. Getting past the paranoia is hard, but once you do, you get to the best part.”

“Which is…?” You prompted tentatively, hanging onto Knock Out’s every word as if they were lifelines thrown out to sea, saving you from the threat of drowning.

“Building up your confidence, of course,” He answered arrogantly.

“Okay,” You breathed, taking in his advice. “Body Image. Paranoia. Confidence.”

“Exactly.”

You nodded, repeating the steps a few times like a mantra, then when you were done, you looked at the large bot next to you with new eyes. “Knock Out?”

“Yes?”

“How do you know all this?”

“Ah,” Knock Out tipped his head, an old memory playing before his optics, giving him a faraway expression. “Well, when you’re the only Vehicon in a unit of flyers, people look at you differently. They ask unwanted questions. They’re disrespectful.”

You stood up, holding onto Knock Out’s thigh and watching him intently.

“What did you do?”

“I worked my way up the ranks. I figured that if I was better than everyone else they couldn’t question my choices.”

“Did it work?”

“It did for a while, but then I chose to become a medic, and because of my career path… Well, there are always going to be those who outrank me.”

Knock Out shook his head and smiled at you, “But it was never about them. It was always about me. Once I stopped caring about what everyone else thought and focused on myself, I was free.���

As you contemplated Knock Out’s advice, he stood up. He offered you his servo and you took it, allowing him to lead you to the centre of the room where you were met by a host of your reflections.

“Now,” He said, “Tell me what you see.”

You examined yourself, trying to find the person you wanted to be. After a moment’s hesitation, you had an answer.

“I see a person who’s still changing, and I like who I’m becoming.”

“And…?” Knock Out prompted, pointing a clawed digit at himself.

“And a smoking hot bot who I love,” You grinned.

“That’s better. Now let’s get out of here. I’m itching to run my tyres on some smooth tarmac.”

You nodded eagerly, allowing Knock Out to discreetly carry you to the Nemesis’ ground-bridge. With him, you felt safe, all thoughts of self-loathing forgotten.

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[silkling]

Of New Forms and Welcome Revelations 

Of Moments of Life AU

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Cody Burns was….an odd organic, to be sure. Dreadwing didn’t know what to make of him. The rest of his family stuck with their respective partners, but young Cody flitted between all the bots with an ease that surprised the Seeker. It surprised him even more when Cody approached him one morning with a thoughtful look.

“You need a new vehicle mode.” The human stated.

“Pardon?” Dreadwing wasn’t amused.

“You want to come out on rescue missions with the team, right?” 

“I do.” He’d said as much when the younglings had returned from their latest mission  a little worse for wear. 

They hadn’t been injured, but they’d needed a day to recover all the same. Apparently, a sinkhole had opened under one of the human’s houses and Blades and Boulder had fallen into it, as it’d widened under their pedes while they’d been trying to help with evacuation. After they’d all returned home safely. Dreadwing had mentioned a desire to start accompanying them.

“Well, you’ll need a new vehicle mode.” Cody repeated. “Your current one is really cool, but it’s too obvious as a military jet. If you want to be on a rescue team, you’ll need a vehicle mode that’s less…” he trailed off, clearly trying to find the right word. “Intimidating.” he decided on.

“I will not be getting rid of my weapons systems.” Dreadwing said firmly. Though the human had a point. He supposed his current alt-mode wasn’t exactly appropriate for rescue work.

Cody just grinned. “Yeah, I know. We aren’t expecting you to. That’s why I asked Doc Greene to develop a vehicle that might suit you. He has the prototype done, if you wanted to see it.”

Dreadwing blinked rapidly. “You…what?”

“Well, Doc Greene and Frankie are the only other ones who know about the Bots. I told Doc about you, and said you needed a new vehicle mode so you could do rescue work with the team. When I told him you turn into a fighter jet and used to be a soldier, he offered to design a prototype.” he smiled. “It’s not functional, but it has all the necessary parts, so you can scan it and use it as your new vehicle mode, if you want.”

Dreadwing had no idea how to respond to that. After a moment, he simply nodded. 

“Great!” Cody beamed. “You have a map of the island uploaded, right? Do you want to meet me at the lab? Doc has a runway you can use to land.”

“That would be acceptable.” Dreadwing nodded. 

He watched the human grin again, then turn and leave. He didn’t know that to do or what to think about this. It was…a type of kindness and generosity that was unfamiliar to him. A human he had never met had designed a new alt-mode for him, and even gone so far as to build a prototype, all so he could participate in rescue missions. He felt like there had to be a catch, but the Seeker knew better. These weren’t Decepticons. They didn’t operate like that, but the sheer compassion and friendliness without any expectation of getting anything in return…it left him reeling.

After several long minutes of staring in the direction the human had gone, Dreadwing shook himself and started forward. He left the firehouse, and then transformed and took to the sky as discreetly as he could.

It didn’t take him long to arrive at the lab. When he did, he was greeted by Doctor Greene, and the human was practically buzzing.

“Ah, Dreadwing!” He called in greeting. “Excellent! You’re here! I presume Cody told you about the prototype I built for your new vehicle mode?” At the Seeker’s nod, his grin widened. “Marvelous!” He perked up when there was a quiet hum, and a moment later Cody came around the corner on his hoverboard. “And Cody is here too! That’s perfect! If you’ll both follow me, now.” He said, and waved them after him.

Dreadwing followed, still silent even as Cody spoke up. “Thanks again for this, Doc! It means a lot that you’d do this.”

“But of course! Anything for your bots, my boy! They’ve done too much for Griffin Rock for me to simply ignore them when they need assistance!”

They arrived at a large clearing a little ways above the lab, and there on the pavement was a sleek jet. It was clearly amphibious, as the belly was shaped in such a way to float on the surface of the water, but there were also very obviously retractable wheels. And curiously, it was much smaller than most amphibious planes Dreadwing had seen, it’s shape and form clearly only build for a single pilot and perhaps two passengers seated behind said pilot. There was no hold, no area for a greater number of passengers, though the faint panels along the bottom of the plane near the wheels suggested there was at least a small storage area. Likely for water, Dreadwing reasoned. All together, while the plane was very clearly not built for combat, it was also startlingly close to his current alt-mode and he would not be forced to sacrifice any of his speed of agility in the air with it.

He blinked slowly, then looked to the inventor. “This is much more than I was expecting. Thank you, Doctor. You have truly outdone yourself.”

Greene beamed at him. “Yes, well, I did my best! I talked to Blades about what you may need in a vehicle mode, and he explained to me how important it is for your type to have seen and maneuverability! So I scaled down a typical amphibious plane, altered the design to be closer to a fighter jet to allow for your needs, and also ensured you’d be able o have the parts you needed to perform all kinds of rescues with the others!” He said cheerfully. “And I even made sure to keep in mind your weapons systems, so you shouldn’t lose them when you take on the new form.” He explained. “You’ll look just civilian enough to not be mistaken for a military plane, but also just enough specialized that any questions asked can be explained away as a new design for future rescue work.”

“Very sensible.” Dreadwing mused. “You have my gratitude. I was not expecting this, and I am very thankful for the work you put in to accommodate me.”

“But of course, Dreadwing! You’re a member of the Burns family now, and that makes you a friend.” He smiled up at the former Decepticon. “I look forward to seeing all the good you can accomplish with it.”

Dreadwing felt something in his spark clench, and he bowed his helm before turning is attention to the plane. His optics flickered, and then they scanned the new plane. A moment later, his systems integrated the new form, and he transformed. Once he was done, a copy of the silver prototype sat in his place in gold and blue, and Cody laughed in delight.

“Noble!” He said loudly. “Dreadwing, you look great!” He said brightly.

“Thank you.” He shifted his senses to the doctor, next. “And I must thank you as well, Doctor. This form is very well built. It will suit my needs quite perfectly.”

“That, my friend, is very good to hear.” Doc Greene chuckled. “Now, why don’t you go for a test flight? See how everything feel in the air? And perhaps take Cody.” His eyes glittered with a playful mirth. “After all, you can’t be seen without a passenger.”

Dreadwing gave a sot, amused huff. “Quite.” He agreed. His cockpit popped open. “Come on then.” He told the younger human.

Cody grinned even brighter, and hurried over. Thankfully, the jet had been designed in a way that allowed someone board without need of a ladder, so Cody was quickly seated in the pilot’s seat and buckled in. The cockpit shut, and with a final farewell to the inventor, Dreadwing was powering up his thrusters. He kept the takeoff easy, to account for his passenger, and soon he was rising up into the sky.

After a few minutes, Cody spoke. “So, how does it feel?” He asked eagerly. 

“Very good.” Dreadwing hummed. “I must admit, I did not expect such effort to be put into this.The Doctor has never met me. It is…surprising, he would do something so kind for one he does not know. You are sure he expects nothing in return?”

Cody laughed. “I’m sure. That’s just what Doc is like. We all wanted to help.” He said brightly.

“Then your family are some of the oddest beings I have met. Kindness without expectation of reciprocation is…fairly new, to me.”

Cody hummed. “Well, that’s what we’re like here. On Griffin Rock, I mean. We all have to help each other, cause if every act of kindness comes with strings then we wouldn’t last long as a community.”

“But not every human shares that ideology. It’s naive.”

Cody shrugged. “Maybe.” He agreed. “But it works for us here.”

“Here, yes.” Dreadwing stated. “But most places are far crueler than Griffin Rock.”

“You’re not wrong.” He admitted. “People can suck. But I never liked the belief that humans are inherently evil.”

“Oh? That seems to be a popular belief on your planet. Why do you not take to it?”

“Well, are all Decepticons inherently cruel?” Cody asked.

“No.” He stated honestly. “Some are. But most…most are not.” 

He thought of Breakdown, who’s only fault had been in his anger over his station in life before the war, in the resentment that had built and eventually turned him away from the Autobots. He thought of Knock Out, who had once been deemed too glitched for his function because of his vanity and lack of deference for authority, and who had been slated for reprogramming before the rise of the Decepticons had given him somewhere to go to be safe. He thought of Soundwave, who had been created to serve Senator Ratbat, and who had been thrown into the gladiatorial pits when he had disobeyed one too many orders, who had once had more Symbiotes than just Laserbeak, who had loved each and every one of his creations so deeply and dearly that their deaths, one by one, had lead to a fundamental break in his processor that had hardened his spark against a world that had cost him everything. None of them were inherently cruel, but they had all been forced to learn cruelty and wear it like a mask and cloak to shield themselves against a world that had sought to see them broken.

He thought of himself, of Skyquake, and how they had been forced to learn cruelty, forced to wield it, in order to rise against an order that wanted to see them forced into line and brought to heel because of their frames and their coding.

He thought of all he’d lost to cruelty, and his spark ached.

“Yeah.” Cody said softly. “Humans are like that too. We, as a species, have the potential to be cruel. Really cruel. But we also have the potential to be good. To be really good. To make the world better, to help others, to be kind. We aren’t perfect, but we aren’t defined by all the bad we’ve done. We can grow, we can learn, and we can be better. I think that matters a lot more than the handful of humans who want to be cruel.”

Dreadwing hummed, thinking. “Yes.” He said softly. “I believe you are right, Cody Burns.”

Cody smiled, nodding. “You know, Dreadwing….”

“Hm?”

“I think you guys are the same. Cybertronians, I mean. I think you can all be good too.”

“Is that so?” He wasn’t fully convinced. Perhaps for Bots like the mechlings of Sigma-17, but for those who’d fought in the War? He doubted very much.

“Yeah.” Cody nodded. “I mean, look at you.”

His engine almost sputtered from shock and only sheer force of will kept it from happening. “What?”

“You did bad things. You told me so yourself. You hurt others. Killed people. Destroyed homes and lives.” Cody listed. Then he put a hand on Dreadwing’s dashboard. “And now, you’re helping the Bots. You’re teaching them, guiding them, protecting them. You’re being better than your past. You’re growing past the cruelty of who you used to be and learning to be kind.”

Dreadwing was silent, shocked to his core. “That is not…”

“Isn’t it?” Cody said, head tilted. “You’re teaching Blades to overcome his fears and giving him someone who really understands him. You’re helping Chase learn to be flexible and compassionate even when it doesn’t understand why things are happening. You’re giving Boulder a shoulder to lean in so he doesn’t have to shoulder the burdens of the team and the past alone. You’re teaching Heatwave to be more open-minded, and giving him an outlet of someone he can be vulnerable to. You’re being good, Dreadwing, and the others are better for it.”

The Seeker didn’t have anything to say to that. He didn’t know if there was anything he could say to that.

After a moment of silence, he hummed. “You’re very intelligent, for an organic.” He remarked. 

Cody blinked, then chuckled. “Thanks. But remind me to talk to you sometime about underhanded compliments.”

If he was in his root mode, Dreadwing would have blinked in confusion. “What? Why?”

Cody only laughed, shaking his head. 

Dreadwing sighed, and found that to his surprise, he didn’t mind to lack of a reply.

And as the small human calmed down, the Seeker flew on towards home.

Yes. He was better.

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Hey all. I’d like to apologize for taking so long with this. Stuff happened. University kicked my butt, and I didn’t have as much time to write. And when I started getting a handle on things, writer’s block hit. I know what I wanted to write, I had the ideas, but I couldn’t find the inspiration or motivation. But now it’s starting to come back so I should be able to put out some more fics. Thank you all for your patience.

Also for anyone who might be confused, this is part of a series. You can find the rest of the series and it’s related posts under the tag “of moments in life au”.

Anyway, I hope you like this one! The next installment is already planned and will feature Blades and Dreadwing, and after that it’ll be time for my big plans with the Protectobots!  

Let me know what you thought of this, and I’d welcome any comments y’all have!

Until next time, folks!

#of moments in life au #tfp #transformers prime #transformers rescue bots #rescue bots #cody burns #tfp dreadwing #dreadwing lives #he crashes on griffin rock #discussions of humanity #cody is a good boy #doc greene #the innate kindness of humanity #discussions on the philosophy of goodness #Dreadwing is learning #he’s getting better #Cody is best human #maccadam #transformers

[catnerdenby]

Whirl

I was planning to do Skyfire or Optimus Prime first but Whirl has consumed my brain now.

So. Whirl, huh? Gotta say, it broke tradition by scanning a mammal, not an insect. And I know it would've made SO much sense for them to be a praying mantis, but like...bat Whirl.

So. They use it/its and they/them pronouns, though they used to use he/him instead of it/its before it was empuranta-ed(?).

They're pretty similar to its MTMTE counterpart personality wise, though they're a bit less intense. Mainly because it's a parent/guardian/responsible figure now.

This is their little scraplet, its reason to keep fighting, just to make a peaceful future for them. Inside it knows though, that it's already too late.

It could rarely be home, since it was one of the few flying Autobots and was often needed in the field, but that didn't mean that they and their sparkling were distant. The opposite really.

Their backstory is very similar to IDW Whirl's but it never became a part of enforcer forces, but isolated themselves from society. There they took up carving, since it couldn't craft clocks no more thanks to those cursed clunky claws.

In order to relieve their frustration, they began carving the people they hated out of metal, and then destroyed the statues. That resulted in the surroundings of their home being littered in destroyed metal statues, which could be mistaken for real corpses.

He was arrested for attacking and killing an officer that came to investigate the reported bodies, and spent a good while in prison. There he became a punching bag, who always punched back.

After that it's again similar to IDW. Recuited by the Autopods (who promised to relieve it of its prison sentence), they became well-known for their su*cidal recklessness, and soon enough was made a part of the Wreckers.

Out on a mission,it accidentally came across a sparkling, who had not yet developed any features, and without being sure why, took the bitlet in. The full name of Red Rust came from the injury Whirl obtained from rescuing them and left untreated for quite a while. Before that they were often called little scrap and scrapling. The nicknames remained after the official name, as Red Rust was very small compared to Whirl (my Bumblebee sized).

Whirl left the Wreckers, as it had found a reason to live again, but as one of the few flyers, he still had to go out on missions.

They kept Red Rust a secret from everyone, until the fateful mission where he went MIA. As it was usual that they were away for long periods of time, the sparkling was fine for quite a while. Then another unfortunate event occurred. A battle happened very near to the place where the two of them lived.

They were found under the rubble (luckily by Autopods) and made a trainee. Unfortunately, Red Rust was slightly scared of heights, due to not having the proper flight training.

Back to Whirl. It was on the Autopod ship that crashed on Earth and thus had no way of getting back to their charge, as it was in stasis with the rest of the Autopods.

Once the crew awakened, they were more aggressive than they used to be. It lashed out at the smallest of things and caused the other Autpods to avoid it, adding to its isolatedness.

That is until the arrival of additional firepower is announced. At first they are furious about the news, but as the date inches closer, it gets excited, which worries the others, as they suspect that they might attempt to sabotage the arrival of the ship.

They are put in the brig, to its anger and frustration, but breaks out and rushes to the landing pad, just in time to witness the landing. It is attempted to be detained again, until they start desperately yelling out:"Red Rust, Red Rust!" Its captors step away in shock, but a shuffle begins among the people and Whirl kneels. A tiny dark bot bursts out from the crowd and into its arms.

After that, Whirl becomes calmer and friendlier, though it's very protective of its sparkling, and will not hesitate to attack anyone who dares to hurt them.

They become closer with the rest of the crew and the new additions as well.

Whirl and Red Rust have synchronised clocks on their chestplates, which will always tick in sync, until one of them dies in which case, the other's clock will stop.

#whirl #transformers #transformers fan continuity #transformers fan character #Mention of suicidal thoughts #Suicidal thoughts #bugformers

[sphnyspinspin]

I saw you have a Brushfire story in the works! Please tell me everything you can about that one! Also, will there be art to go along with all your story ideas, or just some of them?

I’ll admit, at first this was supposed to be more of a short comedy concept, but then I was like…what if I made her a secret badass. Also, I might make fanart for all my stories once I actually start writing more. But overall I definitely want to make fanart for this one, but not anytime soon tbh.

Brushfire’s Outback:

Brushfire has always held the rugged and sandy place of Australia as her home away from home. She likes to work alone most of the time, but if the opportunity ever arises, she’ll do her best as part of any team. But when she is alone, it’s the animals that keep her company. She often gets checked on from time to time, but it’s usually just a simple check up and an extra energon supply shipment. Of course, today was different, because sooner or later there would be company.

What appeared over the horizon startled her, but not entirely unexpected. A yellow sports car with red detailing came speeding in her direction. And since she was practically camouflaged with the rest of the scene, and the car was at maximum speed the sports car immediately zoomed past her. She realized that the car was heading for her base’s direction so she followed suit, wanting it to be a surprise instead. Then a shadow appeared in front of her, also following the driver. She noticed that it was coming from over her and saw that it was a two headed dragon. The winged beast swooped down gaining up on the car, as if they were racing. Both the dragon and the car were heading straight towards the barn, it was head to head, until the scaly creature flapped its wings and landed on the barn’s roof, with a look of pride.

“HA! I win!” Exclaimed Predaprince. The two-headed dragon then transformed into a bipedal Cybertronian and hopped off the roof, to be confronted by the car. “Yeah, yeah…look, all the sand kept slowing me down. If this was a race back on Cybertron, you would be eating my dust.” Scorch responded with confidence. He transformed back into his bipedal mode and started shaking the dust out of his pedes. “Yeah. Sure…says the one who’s literally covered head to toe with actual dust.” Using his claw to gesture to Scorch’s dirty exterior. “Ugh. Quickshadow said she would be here. We can’t be Team Scorchers without her.”

“Uh. Don’t you mean The Prince Squad.”

“Team-Scorchers.” Scorch said with a scrunched up look on his face. “The Prince Squad.” Predaprince quickly responded, crossing his arms.

They were both chest to chest, before they noticed a half-track vehicle rolling up to them. Scorch quickly transformed and Predaprince started digging underground and covered himself in rock. It wasn’t the best camouflage. Brushfire quickly transformed and introduced herself. Both coming out of hiding, they both introduced themselves and recollected their thoughts. As of recently, Predaprince had a recent…tussle, with a certain safari hunter who looked mighty keen on coming back for him. And Scorch being the one who, allegedly, rescued Predaprince, while being a freshman at RBA, was assigned as his-sort of-partner. Then both recruits were assigned to this designated area to which they were supposed to hide out, because they were both now on Quint Quarry’s radar. And to probably learn a thing or two from Brushfire about the art of escapism and self-defense, while still learning to be rescue bots.

“No offense, but what can you teach me, The Awesome Prince of the Predacon Kingdom about self-defense? Scorch definitely needs it, but not me.”

“Hey! I was the one to get you out of that cage in the first place. So maybe you should be the one learning about how to-you know-NOT be in a cage.”

“Yeah. And how about you learning to throw a proper punch, after losing your pathetic balance, and getting your butt kicked by a bunch of puny Earth robots.”

“Hey you two, no fighting-okay? We’re all on the same side here. But you both should know I was trained by both Hightide and Quickshadow, and that they’re too busy to take on any more combatants. And of course Predaprince, you’re right. You absolutely shouldn’t take lessons from someone you just met, and not even know their skill set yet. How about this, I will give you first strike, and you can see if I’m qualified to be strong enough to become the official teammate of The Awesome Prince of the Predacon Kingdom?”

“HA! I like her! Hey Scorch, maybe you should take some notes on how to properly not get your butt handed to you. Especially after I demolish this one!” Which earned a glare from Scorch.

Predaprince was soon humbled, as he was taken down in a matter of minutes. Scorch started to laugh like crazy, until he too was humbled, as his feet were swept up from underneath him and he was pinned down. Neither of them should’ve let their gaurd down, which is one of Brushfire’s first lessons. They both shouldn’t have underestimated her, especially since this was her Outback, and they were just living in it.

#IM SO SORRY I PROCASTINATED ON THIS SO MUCH #this was sitting in my drafts for the longest time I’m so sorry #transformers #rescue bots academy #maccadam #maccadams #rba brushfire #rba scorch #rba predaprince #this also definitely a sort of sequel to #Prince Of The Academy

[roboromantic]

Episode 12

I don’t think there actually is a Zamboni Transformer 🤔 there should  be though

Jksfgdhjkshfdjk they’re so cute this show is so good

Like. This might be my new favorite Transformers show.                 Not exactly on the same level as Rescue Bots and it’s certainly never gonna replace it, but. Idk how to describe it. They’re co-favorites probably let’s just go with that

Jawbreaker’s head is so tiny compared to his hands

Oh boy

I noticed this last episode too but why are Hashtag’s hands so…beat up I guess? Idk I haven’t slept much and can’t think of words. The rest of her paint job is chipped too and it looks kinda weird compared to her face

Hsdjfkhsdjk;hfgksdjhfjk;dhfjk

Side note can I just say how glad I am that they’re not doing any of the “frame” nonsense.

OUGH BABY………………………. :cocoplead:

Yeah yeah wimin tough AND pretty. just pretend I put the Knuckles pic here again

Oh honey. Oof.

👀

Are we gonna find out what he was before. Like I know it was almost certainly a Cybertronian tank but I Want To Believe in gun altmode

So no comment about them not being able to cry, I see. Interesting.

And he’s panting so he’s breathing, right. maybe the gas from last episode WOULD have had some kinda effect

Oh hun.

It’s interesting Elita’s talking about all this when she was also joking about scanning a streetsweeper earlier lmao

It’s also kinda interesting that they keep framing it as this highly emotional thing that they have to think deeply about when the Terran kids have mostly done it by accident, lol

Oh hey more Tagalog! Google translate says “bagyo” means tycoon/hurricane/tornado/etc.  which is I guess what the pattern on the box is supposed to be, and “ang sarap” is delicious

Side note but I would guess maybe the Terrans know English because Robby and Mo know it, but I wonder to what extent they understand Tagalog

Side side note but Alex says he grew up in Bohol, which apparently has its own dialect of Cebuano or is considered a separate language depending on who you ask? My point is I don’t know if people from there are usually fluent in both Boholano and Tagalog but I’m kinda curious as to why the showrunners would make him from there and then only ever mention Tagalog, especially since according to Wikipedia Cebuano actually had more native speakers than Tagalog until the 80s, which actually idk when exactly Alex is supposed to have been born but I’d think probably the 60s? That’s a whole other paragraph but I’ve already gotten wayyyyy too sidetracked. Anyway maybe it’s cuz his VA (Jon Jon Briones) is NOT from Bohol? Idk if he knows any kind of Cebuano wait I’m looking him up on Wikipedia and apparently he has a guest appearance on St Trek: Picard and his daughter is a main character??? He’s also mostly known for musical theater so basically he’s super cool                    hmm can you tell I don’t have adhd meds at the moment.   back to the show

Wait I lied one more thing. Back in episode 6 Alex mentioned his lolo and Bee was like “what?” and he told Bee that he’s from Bohol and Bee’s like “oh cool! I used to race at this abandoned airport in Tagbilaran” so did Bee just like. Not learn Tagalog or did he just not know that Alex speaks it. I feel like if he was hanging around long enough to regularly race there he shoulda picked up the language          but then again Tagbilaran is the capital of Bohol so maybe he’d’ve learned Boholano but also afaik lolo is the same for both languages so –

“everybody else” Nightshade is RIGHT THERE

So y’all just aren’t gonna show us the final movie, rude.

#Earthspark spoilers #Chal watches Transformers

[cleverthylacine]

that ask I just got

I didn't want to put this on that ask because the person didn't ask for my opinion on Aligned as a whole.

I haven't watched Rescue Bots or Rescue Bots Academy. I keep meaning to get to it, but I'm heavily soured on Aligned because I absolutely fucking hate RID2015, the show about all the escaped low-level beastformer cons who were doubtlessly hideously oppressed prior to the war, escaping from prison, which expects me to root for their all being caught and put back into jail.

I mean that's like the opposite of My Brand, right? 75% of what I write is about Ravage specifically or about the fallout from her decision to leave the Lost Light and go home to Soundwave (and not coincidentally, also not get horribly murdered by Tarn). The rest of it is about her siblings Howlback and Glit, or the Victory cons who are also beasties!

Knowing that there are not a whole lot of Decepticons (if any) in either RB show, I'm afraid of what I might learn happened in Aligned if they do watch it, even though the kids seem to be charming.

I also need advice about finishing the Earthspark episodes. I watched the first 10 and my heart still aches for Soundwave so much I haven't managed to get to that either.

I'm dealing with a lot of shit right now (my brother has cancer, and he's on disability, and I'm the only person who can pay for things he can't). So I need to know if anything else terrible happens to Soundwave and/or Ravage in the ES episodes before I try to watch them.

(Also because of the fact that Ravage acts as his partner in ES constantly even after the other cassettes have given up--probably due to short rations and the feeling that the cause is unwinnable and Soundwave still cares too much about that and not enough about his own suffering and theirs--I can't help watch the show with RavWave goggles on.)

#state of the thylacine #why I hate RID2015 #my issues with aligned #earthspark concerns #my brother is so fucked

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█🕹️👾🎮Chapter 8: Rescued and…░▒▓█

March 29th, 2036, Saturday morning, 7:20 a.m. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Oscar passed out when Winter and the rest of 'The Slayers' arrived. If only Techblast was around, I would need help from him RIGHT NOW!.. Although, there's no use. No way in hell that Winter can take down six powerful bots, even if he were to rip Scrap Metal's leg. If he's able to, what can I do? Nothing. I won't be able to fight them off- UGH! It was a mistake to follow Oscar's orders. I really should've just ignored him and helped him get back up! Slow us down or not, I would have risked it for the biscuit! Then that way, he didn't have to face Ugiz-zo and get infected with the poison.

Me being the pathetic girl, looking down at my crush and then at Winter (who was growling at the group), my anxiety level shot off the chart. I lifted the blonde-haired boy a bit which caused his head to weakly land on my shoulder. Since then, I have gradually begun to cry, knowing this is the end for us...

Winter barks in the background while the TS tries to get close to us, but he doesn't allow it... I guess the dog is stronger and more protective than I thought... Yet, he can't really save us…

…

... A miracle happened…

THUD!

"Leave the children alone!" A voice screamed, which sounded like an overprotective parent who came right on time to fight off the bad guy, except that ‘parent’ wasn't a parent at all.

The sobbing ceased and my eyes widened to the size of a tennis ball (not literally).

"That voice... That's-" A gasp broke out from me.

Releasing joy and relief, I looked up behind to see a familiar light blue bot standing on the knocked-down old tree (that was caused by Slaytrap to trap me).

"Captain Techblast!" I exclaimed, smiling with hope. 

And he's all fixed too! 

On the other side, Slaytrap growled at him, shooting him death glares.

The others did the same.

Little did we know that Techblast didn't just show up alone.

"You heard our leader!" Someone yelled, just when the light blue bot's team joined him on the large, old tree- Hold up. Jet Greez!? He's helping team 'Cosmic Five'??? "Leave the children alone!" So it was the red and gold bot that spoke, Obus.

Everything has fallen silent since the arrival of 'The Cosmic Five'. No one attacked, responded, or said anything else; everyone was still. The two teams, good (plus an untrustworthy anti) and evil, glare at each other. (Not much for Jet Greez). I watched both sides, trying to see if either of the team was about to strike. While all of this was happening, my dog quietly approached me and passed out Oscar, and circled around to provide protection in case anything happened.

Not gonna lie, I also feel the sensation of awkwardness floating in the air.

"LeAdEr? Do We AtTaCk ThEm? I aM uP fOr It!" Thank God, someone spoke.

I looked over at The Slayers till I hugged my sick friend a bit tighter. I felt more protective this time than I did with Winter, back when that heartless team followed us. Speaking of him. He growled at them a second time with a deeper and sterner tone, showing his sharp, drooling teeth; a subtle hint of dominance.

By the looks of Slaytrap, he was definitely in deep thought, including when he was glancing at me and 'The Cosmic Five' almost repeatedly... What is he up to..?

"Retreat,"

"WHAT!?" His team was very aghast, except for Sark who might have taught his son to be wise.

In spite of everything, this isn't something I expected. I absolutely know for sure that he would launch into an attack, as a rather... Unless something was holding him back from doing so... or it's because of how he was taught to be a wise leader like his father... I still find it strange.

He, along with the rest of his team, retreated into the fresh green forest, just like what Slaytrap had said.

As you can tell, I am baffled by what just happened. The only time he would retreat is when he's injured or knows he's about to lose, but preparing for a battle???

"We need to chase after them! They're getting away!" I looked back at the 'Cosmic Five' once again, and Jet Greez too. Oh Obus, the serious, disciplined, and somewhat controlling member of the team.

"Obus, I am the leader of this group, and I make the orders. We'll have to let them go for now," Techblast calmly told him as he grabbed his shoulder to stop him. Obus was a wee bit upset with Techblast. In a sweeping gesture, he rolled his fingers into a fist and stared malevolently in the direction where 'The Slayers' had retreated. "Our first mission was to find Airis and keep her safe. Not taking down the bad guys and holding them hostage, yet," with that, Obus' expression changed to something a touch calmer.

The red and gold bot lightened his fists and let out a sigh, knowing his leader was right.

"Apologies, young Captain Techblast, you are correct..." Until then, a light purple female bot got off the tree and came up to me, Oscar and Winter with a huge concerned look on her face.

Mechtra is her name.

"Are you alright?" She asked gently as she knelt next to me.

I felt a lot safer and hyped at the same time about the rest of the 'Cosmic Five' being here with Techblast. Nevertheless, I'm a little more apprehensive about Oscar.

"Y-Yes and no... my friend... he's been poisoned and is in real need of help," I told her.

She glanced down at the sick, unconscious boy and then held his pale cheek to get a better view of him. She stared at him for a couple of moments as her eyes seemed to scan, prompting her to frown with concern and seriousness.

"This is not good..."

"Ugiz-zo must be the one who did it. He's the only one that makes poisons," the strongest orange bot in the group said.

That's Grezzer.

"I found Ugiz poison dart," a ten-year-old, male, yellow bot named Kitt announced.

Kitt was holding it carefully to show, (I must have dropped it when Oscar was collapsing), until the anti snatched the silver and yellow dart off Kitt's hand to examine it. With interest including a reveal of a sly smile across his metal face. I don't trust him, nor does Winter. Knowing my dog well enough, he would have been as uneasy as I am around Jet Greez.

"OOO~ What do we have here?~ Ugiz worked exceptionally well with this-"

"Jet, hand it back to Kitt. We need to get back to the hideout to aid this boy," Techblast told him in a serious-unsettling manner.

The anti's smile faded and he gave the captain the sigh eyes, though he knew he must listen.

"Fine," the black, silver, green and red robot sighed knowingly as he handed it back to Kitt, who gladly took it.

"I'll lend you a hand," Grezzer says to me as he gets off the dead tree.

The moment his feet touch the dusty ground with a loud thud, the ground gives a little shock as a mini earthquake.

This leads to Winter moving away, fearing the sudden shake of the ground- he's fine.

Jesus, I didn't think he was that strong in real life-

Grezzer walked over to me while Mechtra moved away so the stronger bot could carefully take Oscar off of my grasp, and he held him like he was a baby in- Holy crap! His arms are twice as large as Oscar's in one arm! I was taken aback by just noticing his size, leading Grezzer to chuckle.

After he got my friend, with the other arm, he used his free hand to help me up, which I gratefully took.

"Thanks,"

"No problem, Airis Gamer," ... Oh yeah... I forgot that the characters somehow knew my name...

"... How do you guys know my full name?" Ah, back to the uneasy questions.

I felt a touch creeped out, especially since there was no explanation as to how they knew my name. On the other hand, I am curious about the majority of things.

"We'll answer your questions once we help out your friend first," Techblast said. "Right now, we need to get back to the hideout before any other villains are nearby,"

"Oh, uh... Sure?"

***

I cannot believe that their hideout was even remotely close to us! You know the church where me and Oscar meet up? And remember that I mentioned that there's a school behind it? That's where they were! I never expected that place to be a hideout! Who knows why they chose that place out of all other locations?

Me and Winter followed them to what I believe is the sickbay (since that's the obvious place where sick/injured people are kept). We were met with a white door that had the red plus symbol in addition to a sign underneath the plus that said 'sickbay.' As we entered, I gasped in disbelief. My hazel eyes sparkled like stars and my mouth dropped. The sickbay was turned into a mini-hospital. It looked a little more futuristic too! Computers, tubes... futuristic items! A lot cooler than ANY other hospital whenever I visit one! Or sickbay!

"How did you guys-"

"It's a secret that won't be revealed," Kitt said proudly.

"Kitt, the human boy’s life is still in extreme danger!" Techblast said, sounding hurried about the situation.

"Oh, right! I'm on it!" The young yellow bot hurried off to the bunch of computers- pretty much the doctor's desk but ten times better.

My eyes glimpse at Grezzer who's carefully putting him on the skinny sickbay bed. Right when he placed him down, I strolled over to the blonde-haired boy and held his pale left hand. He's looking even paler than before, almost like he's turning completely white, white as snow. This sight of him causes me to feel furious yet incredibly anxious.

Furious at Ugiz-oz, and highly anxious about my friend most likely dying!

"Where's Qute?" Grezzer asked-

BANG!

"I'm here!" My head shot around to see a small, adorable floating aqua bot. Oh. My. God! It's her! My favourite cinnamon roll! It would be nice if I were more excited about it. However, my anxiety is telling me no, and accusing me of leaving my friend alone and allowing him to die. Qute glanced around hastily, which is adorable, especially with her cute high pitched voice. "Where's the patient!? Is it Ms Airis Gamer!? Ohhhhhh I hope she's ok-!"

"Whoa, Qute! Calm down, it's not Ms Airis Gamer, it's her friend," Mechtra giggled lightly at the diminutive floating bot.

Qute blankly stared at Mechtra.

"I thought Ms Airis Gamer was the only one left?" The anxiety that was running through my mind paused at what I heard.

"What does she mean by that?" I didn't want to say anything (I couldn't anyway, someone's life is at risk).

The better word would be 'not yet', so I pretend that I didn't hear it by looking back at Oscar.

"You must be Ms Airis Gamer!" I whipped around to meet Qute, very up close.

The way she smiled brightly, sweet as honey, made me want to hug her so badly! I kept my cool though.

"Yes, that's me. Nice to meet you," I smiled back.

More of a smile that something had drained the joy out of me.

She looked over my shoulder and saw Oscar. Looking astounded, she floated above him.

"Oh my! He looks very pale! Allow me to scan him!" I nodded and moved aside to let Qute do her thing.

Watching her use her aqua laser scan through her eyes. Without noticing, someone approached behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder, causing me to jolt back out of startlement. My head immediately turned in a dash to see none other than Captain Techblast.

"We should leave them be so they can concentrate. They'll tell us the results soon," he said, in a manner of trying to lift my spirits, though I don't understand how doing that while I'm in here would be such a great idea.

I anxiously glanced at the blonde-haired boy one last time before I was gently pushed away from him. I followed the leader out of the sickbay along with the rest of the group, except Kitt who was obviously a medic like Qute.

***

We were in the school cafeteria. I was sitting on a bench alone... Not really, I had Winter with me. He had his head on my lap while I patted his fluffy head. I used my other free hand to scroll through the photos of me and Oscar back when we were younger on my phone... The moment I arrived here (which was twenty minutes ago) I cried in tears about Oscar.

I was not prepared to lose someone that I cared about most, not yet at least...

The others (except Jet) tried to cheer me up but it didn't help me feel any better... Not even Winter could cheer me up, I was still too sorrowful. It was soon decided by 'The Cosmic Five' that they should leave me alone and allow me to have my moment of grief, so they gave me space. Winter remains with me, which is something I love about him. He has always been by my side since my parents got him for me for Christmas, three years ago.

***

Tick, tock, tick, tock...

God knows how long I've been a mess.

"Hey... Airis Gamer," I looked up at the voice.

It was Techblast again.

A small, comforting smile spread across the leader's face as he sat opposite me on the cafeteria bench. The husky lifted his head up to see the blue bot just as I placed my phone in my pocket. I rest my arms on the table, then lean in to bury my head inside the gap, depressingly.

"Hi... Captain..." I greet him in a forlorn tone.

"You may call me Tech for short if you want," I just nodded my head without giving him eye contact at all. "Your friend will be alright, trust me," I let out a deep sigh at his words.

"I guess... And please, just call me Airis, you don't really need to call me 'Ms Airis Gamer' or my full name. Airis or Iris is fine. The same applies to Oscar as well... I know he'll say that..." Well crap, I'm gonna cry again for mentioning him.

"Stop crying you fucking cry-baby!" I can't help it, my emotions are too sensitive about what happened.

I knew I was horrible and a dumbass- I'M SO SORRY OSCAR! I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE!!!!

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!"- I could hear movement that I can only assume is Tech until I hear him sitting next to me with a soft 'clink' sound since the tables are metal- he's sitting on my right because Winter is on my left. Next, he held my shoulders. I never mentioned this before but his hands felt cold, even though I'm wearing a jumper. Then again, the jumper isn't designed for cold seasons, only for a stroll through spring, ya know? "Hey, please look up at me," I could detect comfort and foreboding in his tone. I listened and faced him slightly. Now I see his worried expression. "I meant, sit up and look at me properly," ... I didn't want to but my body did. I sat up and properly faced him- !!!! I gasped out loud at the unexpected- Techblast hugged me!!! My emotions are mixed, shocked and sorrowful. I don't know how to feel. I was too frozen to hug him back or (unlikely) push him away. In seconds, he began rubbing my back, causing me to melt with relaxation. "Airis..." He began, although he paused, possibly thinking of what he would say next. "I'm really sorry that you have to go through this. What you've been through was terrifying and left you in deep shock... Finding out your friend has been poisoned isn't something you can handle after witnessing it... At such a young age..." Tears fell out of my eyes like the beginning of a new waterfall.

My voice and breathing were shaky and hitched.

"I-It's my... f-fault... I-"

"No. It's not,"

"H-How could you know th-th-that!?" I pushed him off furiously and was still a mess. "You weren't there! N-N-None of you were! Oscar trip-ped and I want-t-ted to help him get back on his feet but he told me to go, AND I LISTENED! I let him f-ace Ugiz-zo and look at the result! He got p-p-poisoned!" I ululate... How is he so calm..? And my frustrated yell caused my poor dog to whimper away- DAMN IT AIRIS!

"Airis, listen. Since I now know what happened, I believe Oscar wants to keep you safe. He might as well have known that something was up. He might have been aware that you were wanted. All of this didn't happen because you apparently abandoned him. He told you to go,"

"W-What the heck are you saying?!?!?"

"I'm saying he sacrificed his life for you," ... Blank... Tears... shock... I can't wrap my head around this... Wait- "Why did you think he demanded you to keep going?" It took me a couple of brain cells to click.

“Of course! He's right! Oscar was keeping me safe! That fucking knucklehead! WHY!?” Facing completely down at my lap.

Mentally, I was losing myself, my sanity-

"Hey..." Tech's finger was under my chin and lifted it up to face him. His other hand wiped my tears away. "It's a lot to progress. You are young and developing, and I know we only met a day ago but I'm extremely worried for you. Heck, I would do the same as Oscar, protect someone I care about most... And please listen... I don't comprehend why you believe that it's your fault when it's not. Don't believe those negative thoughts, Airis. This type of thinking makes you look bad or worse. I know you're smart, caring, loyal, trustworthy and the most wonderful human that anyone has ever known," ... He makes me smile a little bit.

"I... Thanks... And sorry for pushing you away…" Tech smiled warmly.

"You weren't in the best mood, so I understand," I suddenly felt a soft push against my leg.

I looked down to see that it was Winter, staring up at me with a hurt and sad look in his blue eyes.

"And I'm sorry for scaring you, Win," To make it up, I rubbed the back of his ear. This led to him being much happier than usual. His black and white tail wagged till he leapt at me and licked my cheek, making me giggle. "H-Hey!"

BANG!

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I got a wonderful commission to share here today. I hope you're all ready for some ADORABLE shenanigans!!

MTMTE/Brave Police Crossover

The bots rescue an unusual group out in space, and make some unexpected friends.

"So, how are our new arrivals doing?"

Ratchet kept his voice rather low, but had little need to do so with the bots in question chatting away too eagerly to overhear him. 

"Good, as far as they've told us." First Aid replied, looking over the notes on his data pad with an expression of still overwhelmed awe. These "Brave Police" truly were a marvel; earth made bots just as capable as any Cybertronian, complete with the ability to transform! Casting a glance back to the group, he had to pause at the sight of Drift chatting happily with them all, feeling as left out as everyone else did for the moment. Being the only one who had their particular earth language in his files, the ninjabot had been their translator from the moment of their unexpected arrival, though had quickly become amicable enough with the gathered group to start chatting away even when there was nothing to interpret. Noting that he technically had yet to speak to any of the new arrivals directly, First Aid amended his statement. "Well, as far as they've told Drift, anyway."

"We'll have a language download primed in just a few minutes, conversing will be far easier in short order." Ultra Magnus reassured the gathered bots from his monitor, finishing up the unexpected language program they had so sorely been needing. Despite the copious quantities of data they had on alien languages, not a single file on earth languages had been ready to go... Rodimus had been less than happy at the news. "A few minutes after that, the whole ship will have access, eliminating further language barriers."

"A few slow minutes!" the captain remarked in a huff, tapping his pede as he watched the loading bar crawl to completion. Casting a longing glance at Drift, he made no effort to hide the source of his impatience. "I should have been able to welcome these bots on board, I'm already late to the job!"

"Complaining will not make this go any faster-"

Even Ratchet had to chuckle at Ultra Magnus's expense when the monitor suddenly pinged to notify them it was finished, but Rodimus wasted no time rubbing it in, practically fist pumping only for a moment before diving in. Downloading the program at impressive speed even for him, the captain booted up the new language straight away, leaving everyone else to catch up as he hurried over to their guests.

"Hey everyone!" he greeted happily, loving the thrill of a whole new manner of speaking. The Brave Police perked up at the sound of their primary language, which Drift had referred to as "Japanese", with the aforementioned bot looking especially pleased. Smirking at his friend in particular, Rodimus addressed the whole group as the bots behind him finished up installing the program. "Am I coming through loud and clear?"

Drift smiled, but looked to the blue mech that had identified himself as the head of their team. Even if he hadn't, however, Rodimus could tell by the way he jumped up and saluted that the bot in question was a natural leader. "Very clear!" he said enthusiastically, offering a hand to shake with impeccable manners that almost seemed to be made all the more charming by his boundless enthusiasm. "Though we've already met, I would like to personally introduce myself and thank you for the rescue."

"Not a problem! We were in the neighborhood, you know?" Rodimus replied, finding things infinitely easier now that the two could talk directly. As the rest of his own team caught up behind him, with Magnus giving him a pointed look of disapproval, he allowed the earth based bots to speak freely at last.

"I'm Deckerd, and these are the other members of the Brave Police." said the police bot, looking to his assorted friends and opening the floor for them. 

"I am McCrane." a reserved but friendly mech said, giving a very polite nod of his helm as a greeting. "It is a pleasure to meet you all."

A far more brightly colored mech, of a similarly solid build, gestured eagerly to himself. "I'm PowerJoe."

"Call me Dumpson!" a bright red mech announced, flexing an arm to show off his impressive strength. Rodimus had no doubt the bot would be very popular at Swerve's, and almost didn't notice the source of the next introduction from a sparsely lit corner.

"Shadow Maru."

Drift looked immediately impressed at the stealthy mech's skills, but before he could say a word the next member was speaking up quite emphatically 

"I'm Drill Boy!" he said from atop a medical berth, kicking his legs eagerly and bursting with so much energy one might actually miss the soccer ball positioned in his chassis. Every bot present mutually wondered if it was a design or an actual functional ball, especially Rodimus, but the topic was minor enough to be filed away for the moment. A red and white mech spoke up next, his tone so flat Rodimus immediately knew Magnus would have a new friend by the end of the day.

"Duke."

At last, a lightly colored bot chilling on an open chair spoke up, lazily offering a playful salute as he introduced himself. "I'm Gunmax, baby."

Rodimus knew, straight away, he had found his own favorite amongst the group. At least, this bot would undoubtedly be the one he related to most. Behind him, a grumpy presence cleared his vents and spoke up.

"I'm Ultra Magnus. Now that we are all acquainted, I believe it is time for some more in depth explanations-"

"Come on, Mags! These bots have been through enough!" Rodimus said, patting the much larger mech on the arm and ignoring the look of frustration it got him. Perhaps there was residual impatience from the language delay, but he had no intention of sitting through anything he didn't feel like. "Besides, I think we established the basics well enough. You guys are from earth, right? Human constructed?"

"Yes. We were in space to foil a criminals plot. We were successful, but had it not been for your rescue, I fear we would not have made it home." Deckerd replied, calling back to the shell of a space station they'd been rescued from. Evidently some human had invented a kind of interstellar travel for nefarious purposes, been stopped by the Brave Police, but not before managing to get them all incredibly lost. Looking to the floor, the police cruiser continued a little awkwardly. His request was wrapped up as a tentative statement. "That is... we are still hoping to return home."

Rodimus smiled, hoping to get the group comfortable eventually by being as welcoming and laid back as possible. Clearly they weren't accustomed to calling their own shots. "To earth? Hey, not a problem! It's a stone's throw from here... on a cosmic scale."

There was a small groan of exasperation, and Drill Boy hopped off the table, pouting like a sparkling. "Aww, do we have to go back right away?"

"Drill Boy-" Deckerd admonished, turning on the spot to face the younger mech but never getting a chance to finish.

"I agree with him, boss!" Dumpson affirmed, making their poor leader's face turn to mortification as he was quickly outnumbered. Power Joe affirmed the sentiment, gesturing to the medical bay that had awed them when they'd first arrived.

"Yeah! We've only heard rumors of beings like us, yet now look where we are!" he said, recalling their impossible wonder at furniture their own size being *everywhere*. The Cybertronian presence on earth had never been especially heavy in their home country, and with official information at a minimum, their rescue had been a discovery for both sides.

"We certainly can't overstay our welcome!" Deckerd countered, blushing as he tried to compel his fellow officers to comply. Far too polite to share his own desire to stay, the police bot flinched as Gunmax piped up, offering his usual level of laidback snark in a single retort.

"Then let's just stay until we're no longer welcome!"

"Everyone-"

"Hey, no worries!" Rodimus said, stepping in to rescue the poor leader before an argument could break out. Endlessly amused by what he was seeing, the captain was quite confident he spoke for everyone when he offered an extended stay. A quick glance along mostly affirming looks told him as much. "You guys are welcome on the ship while we chart a relaxed course for the blue marble, sound good?"

Deckerd flushed again, looking down and kneading his hands together as he replied. "We wouldn't want to impose-"

"No imposing here. Magnus, Drift, can you relay a message to earth so these bots can call home? Ratchet, any chance you can synthesize some fuel for them out of what's in stock?" Rodimus said, putting an arm around Deckerd and speaking quickly so there'd be no time to argue. There was thankfully no resistance, as Magnus appeared too resigned to offer any. Ratchet, however, had a quick request to make before anything else could proceed.

"I'll need access to... diagnostics. Our anatomies differ quite considerably, so if I'm going to offer care, I'm going to need more information." he said, likely recalling how shocked he'd been upon first scanning them and discovering no sparks. Not to mention their use of earth fuel over energon, or how they lacked transformation cogs, and that was to say nothing of their unfathomable processor design... It had been the first time he'd experienced surprise in the medical bay in a long time.

Deckerd nodded politely, gesturing helpfully to himself as he did so. "I can share my own, doctor. Theirs are based on mine."

"There, we all good?" Rodimus said, guiding the group of new arrivals to follow him out the door. He could tell these poor bots were unaccustomed to a world designed around beings like them, and thus he wanted very much to show them what they were missing out on. Plus, they deserved a bit of fun after everything they'd been through. "In the meantime, how about a tour?"

"Yes! Yes please!" Drill Boy replied, hopping right beside Rodimus and nearly bouncing on his spot. The enthusiasm was almost infectious, and the captain couldn't help but puff up as he pinged the doors to open. 

"Alright, let's go!" 

The entire group followed in short order, even the most reserved of them looking curious as to what awaited them. While the antics reminded him of sparklings, Rodimus had to remind himself they were incredibly young, so the comparison technically wasn't too far off. Considering that, he felt he owed them a good time. Drill Boy made that easy, at least, hurrying beside him with wide and amazed optics.

"Is the whole ship this big?!" he asked as they stepped into the hallway, turning in circles as he tried to absorb the entire space at once. Deckerd stepped forth to explain the actions of his teammate, though he was clearly quite impressed himself judging by the delighted smile on his face.

"Only our office is built to accompany beings of our size." he said, giving the Cybertronian pause as he considered living in a world designed for much tinier beings. Earth had seemed okay while visiting, but suddenly the thought of living there seemed... cramped. Judging by how these bots were marveling at a mere hallway, he wasn't wrong. Did the humans just expect them to squeeze through everything all the time?

Gunmax joined Drill Boy in appreciating the change of stretching out his arms high above his helm and looking quite pleased at how he didn't even come close to the ceiling. "This is way better! There's elbow room to spare!"

"Look! We can fit through all the doors!" Dumpson announced, standing beside a random doorway to emphasize how his bulky frame could easily slip inside. Rodimus had to fight the urge to chuckle at the sight, especially with how delighted every one of his charges appeared at the idea. Several even tried the comparison for themselves with multiple individuals beside a single frame. When they finally did go back home, he'd have to leave them with a parting gift of Cybertronian door technology. Perhaps even some blueprints for a building in their size were due.

"Hold up!"

A familiar voice made him stop and turn on the spot with a delighted grin.

"Drift!" he called out as his friend hurried up behind them, looking just as excited as Rodimus felt. The Brave Police looked equally delighted by the return of their initial interpreter, especially when he was offered a spot on the group. "Wanna help me show these bots around?"

"I'd love to! Magnus is handling the transmission message." he said, looking to their guests with a helpful smile as he explained what that meant. Not that he wanted to assume anything, but interstellar communication didn't seem to be amongst their skills. "You guys will be able to call home when we're done."

"Boss will certainly be relieved to hear we're all safe." Deckerd said, looking like the news had taken more than a little weight off his own shoulders. Exactly who their "Boss" was hadn't been specified, but from the sound of things they did admire and care for whoever it was. Which was good, because if there was even an inkling the humans weren't treating them well... Rodimus had his thoughts cut off by a polite question. "If I may ask, where did you learn to speak Japanese?"

"When I was on earth I spent some time in Japan." Drift replied happily, recalling how he'd explored the country and added the native language to his database to better understand what was going on around him. Thankfully he had kept it despite leaving earth behind, or these bots wouldn't have had a way to communicate their medical needs. Considering how flabbergasted the medics had been... that was an immeasurable blessing. "I've still got a number of other languages saved up, more for the memories." 

"Can you speak English?" Duke said, surprising even his cohorts with the question. Looking a little flustered at the attention, the surprisingly shy bot quickly clarified with an addendum under his breath. "It was... the first language I was programmed for..."

"I'm pretty sure most bots who have been to earth can speak English, learning a language isn't too hard for us as long as we have a download pack for it." Drift explained helpfully, and Rodimus had to stifle a smile at how his friend appeared ready to take the bot under his nonexistent wings. Ultra Magnus might have some competition befriending this one, it seemed. 

"Hey, what's a "Swerve's?" Drill Boy asked, pointing ahead and totally oblivious to the conversation they'd just been having. The bright neon lights on the wall and the bots hanging about gathered the attention of the entire Brave Police, and in an instant Rodimus and Drift shared a knowing look of anticipation. Hopefully, this would be the most fun their guests had ever had.

"The best place on the ship to unwind, make friends, and knock back a few drinks." Rodimus declared proudly, gaining the attention of the bots outside the bar as he did so. While the news of the "Earth made bots" had traversed the entire ship several times over, no one had seen them yet, and thus there was an immediate buzz of excitement. Rodimus hoped they were all ready to become very popular in a short stretch of time. 

"Drinks? For real?" Gunmax said, quickly moving to the front at the mere mention of the word and looking absolutely ecstatic. "About time, I'm parched!"

"But we don't consume the same types of fuel!" Deckerd reminded them all, looking uncertain and perhaps, a little hopeful to be wrong. While he didn't actually know the ins and outs of their differences in fuel consumption, Rodimus knew there was a bot who would, and was banking on him to have already crafted something. 

"Let's see about that." he said, somewhat obscure on purpose as he guided the group past Ten. Each one appeared to go through a cycle of intimidation to confusion when the big tough door guard said his single word and welcomed each of them with a wave. The inside of the bar was buzzing already as they squeezed inside, the newcomers optics going wide as they beheld the incredible activity thumping away to the music. Chatter only increased as their presence was noted, but Rodimus made it clear the group was with him and on a mission. He didn't want to unleash them to the chaos without loosening them up a bit.

"Hey Swerve!" he shouted over the noise, clearing enough space for everyone to gather beside the bar. The barkeep pretended to have just heard him, despite clearly having been watching them all from the moment they came in, and he stepped right up to the counter with a glowing visor. Clearly, he'd been waiting for this.

"Need something, Captain?" he greeted, still playing coy and acting as if he wasn't buzzing with excitement for the new arrivals. 

Rodimus, ever the sport, happily played along. Having ensured the whole ship had access to the language file, and allowing everyone interested to download it at their convenience, he spoke so that their guests could easily overhear the conversation. "Not me, but do you have anything for some travelers from earth?"

Before Swerve could answer, Drill Boy secured a seat at the bar, grabbing an empty drink and holding it up as the most amazing thing he'd ever seen. By the sparkles in his optics it might have been.

"Deckerd, look!! Everything is our size, even the cups!" he exclaimed happily, sitting up haphazardly on the stool as if he'd never had a place to sit in his own size. Technically speaking, he'd only ever had the one, so this might as well have been life changing. 

"I've got more than cups, I've got some mixes for you to drink out of them!' Swerve declared proudly, producing a bottle of oil based liquid that astounded the gathered bots. Having only ever had fuel for practical purposes, the very idea of consuming for fun was resulting in some beautiful expressions of surprise. Loving the reaction, Swerve explained his process with well deserved delight at the accomplishment. Dark, iridescent liquid that shimmered at the smallest movement was poured into waiting cups as he did so. "I looked at your usual fuel formula and made a few tweaks that should make it taste a lot better. What do you think?"

While each bot took their cup and drank with varying levels of bravery, there was still undeniable curiosity from every one of them, even the most cautious. Dumpson, Power Joe and Gunmax knocked theirs back like a shot while Duke, McCrane and Deckerd sipped politely, the rest falling somewhere in the middle as Swerve held his metaphorical breath. Thankfully, the results came in with incredible speed.

"Fuel can taste this good?!" Drill Boy shouted, finishing off his entire cup in a rush and leaning over the entire bar in a desperate search for more. "Please tell me you made enough for us to take home!"

"No wonder Gunmax always drinks it, this is amazing!"

"It never tastes like this, this is something else!"

"Is this why the Boss always drinks so much?! It can be this good?!"

Rodimus and Drift couldn't back some good natured laughs at the reactions, quite happy to have introduced the bots to some much needed fuel and a fun time at once. Swerve, looking like he was overwhelmed with pride and genuine emotion at the compliments, had to regain himself before opening another bottle. 

"I made plenty! Plus, I can make more!" he said, pouring more glasses for his new group of fans as the rest of the bar quickly fed off the growing celebratory energy. "As much as you want while you're here!"

"Hear that, everybot?!" Rodimus said above the din, taking advantage of the segway to set the newcomers free to mingle and hopefully befriend a few more bots. He could already see a few potential takers now; Tailgate appeared to be bursting with questions, and First Aid had reappeared to do the same, not to mention Ultra Magnus and Ratchet were stepping inside... The whole ship had to be present, and thus he made sure to be audible by everyone as he issued a statement so informal it could hardly be called a command. "The Brave Police will only be with us until they have to return to earth. In the meantime, let's show them how to have fun, Cybertronian style!"

A hearty cheer rose up, and by the natural fusion and fission of social groups, the earth bots were soon surrounded by eager and curious Cybertronians acting like long lost siblings.

Rodimus was vaguely aware of a tap on his shoulder, and while he expected to turn and see Magnus, Deckerd appeared rather sheepish as he held a partially drunk cup in both hands. Speaking just loud enough to be heard, he asked a question the captain hadn't actually prepared for. "If I may ask, what is this "Cybertron" I've heard referenced so often?"

The query was unexpectedly heavy, but he answered regardless. "It's our home planet, and-"

Before he could finish, Deckerd appeared shocked by the mention of " planet", as if something had finally come together in ways he struggled to process. "There's truly a whole planet of beings like us-you?" he said, betraying the source of his wonder in a single misspoken word. Rodimus felt his spark, something he had to remind himself the other bot didn't share, ache a little in sympathy for the bot. One could hardly tell they were of different worlds, but for all the problems of Cybertron, it was clear to him who had the advantage. The Brave Police didn't have an entire species of their own, and their time here had undoubtedly made them a bit more aware of that. It only made Rodimus all the more determined to give them a good time. 

"Yeah! It's a little rough right now, but once we clean up a bit you'll be welcome to visit." he said, noting that plenty of friendships would be made today to help that happen. Drill Boy was showing off tricks to a whole team of bots, Gunmax was competing with Dumpson and Power Joe to down shots, McCrane was having a conversation with Cyclonus as Tailgate watched with a glowing visor, Shadow Maru was actually chatting with Ravage, and Duke was indeed hitting it off with Ultra Magnus. There was no shortage of enthusiastic camaraderie to go around. Primus, he merely had to blink and there was a transformation speed contest, his shipmates awed at their shared ability to transform...

"I'm certain it will be fun." Deckerd said as he surveyed the minor chaos with a chuckle, optics warming with delight at his team having so much fun beside their newly discovered companions. Rodimus wanted to tell him that it would be more than fun. The Lost Light was wonderful, obviously, but there was a whole galaxy out there to explore! Hopefully he'd be able to convince them all to come on some future trips when they slung by earth again in the future. Maybe they weren't durable enough for meteor surfing, but they'd undoubtedly appreciate theme parks, virtual reality hubs, and the countless bars that lined the stars. 

"I promise it!" he said enthusiastically, putting an arm around the other bot like an affectionate big brother. For all of his reserved traits, the police bot chuckled at the gesture. Beaming as a monitor and microphone in the corner caught his optic, Rodimus guided the other mech through the crowd, speaking over the noise as he gestured with excitement. 

"Now, while we're still sober enough to appreciate it, let me introduce you to bot sized karaoke!"

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[writeyouin]

Could we maybe get a cute fluff story of Blades and his crush or S/O??

Blades X Reader – A Minor Emergency

A/N – Welp, Blades won the vote and he was a lot of fun to write for.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

“I don’t like this,” Blades said to Dani as they flew over Griffin Rock, checking how bad the flood damages were after a stray flobster had burst a water main in the aquarium.

“Blades, please concentrate,” Dani reprimanded him.

“But-”

“Hang on, I think I see something,” Dani said, retrieving her binoculars from the passenger seat to scan the roads below.

Blades remained dutifully quiet, though he still quivered in his anxiety. Finally, Dani put down her binoculars, finding nothing worth reporting to the team.

“(Y/N) should have called me,” Blades whined, picking up where he left off.

“Maybe they’re busy Blades. They don’t have to talk to you every day.”

“Why not? You talk to me every day.”

“We live together,” Dani deadpanned, bemused by the turn the conversation had taken.

Blades fell silent, bottling his concerns about you for the rest of the mission. Why hadn’t you called him? Were you suffering in this emergency too? Had you lost your phone? Or was it possible that you didn’t like Blades as much as he liked you? He wanted to tell you how much he liked you, but every time he tried, anxiety took hold of him and he couldn’t do it.

Blades sighed. He wished that he could be brave like Heatwave, or blunt like Chase. Even Boulder managed to be forthcoming about his feelings, but Blades wasn’t like that. He felt like such a coward.

Still, just because he couldn’t tell you about his feelings didn’t mean that he couldn’t find out what was going on with you. He resolved to visit you as soon as the rescue mission was over. Alas, taking care of a flooded town was easier said than done, and Blades found himself impatient to be free of the whole thing.

Boulder and Graham managed to fix the burst pipe from the Aquarium in good time. Chief and Chase were in charge of locating and aiding stray citizens. Heatwave was given a modification by Doc Green that allowed him and Kade to remove the flood water from Griffin Rock. All that was left for Blades and Dani was to provide air support and make sure that everything was going according to plan.

As soon as the mission was over, Blades took Dani back to the firehouse. The second Dani hopped out from the cockpit, he wasted no time in flying over to your house. He transformed to his root mode, standing outside your window and calling your name.

He wished he had gone to the wash racks before coming over, but he was desperate to know that you were okay.

“(Y/N),” Blades called again, tapping the side of your bedroom window.

Finally, you headed to the window, opening it to look out at Blades. He immediately noticed that you looked different than usual.

Your hair looked almost like it was wet. ‘Is that what it looks like when it hasn’t been washed?’ Blades found himself wondering.

On top of that, you were in your pyjamas in the daytime. Dark rings underlined your eyes, and Blades definitely knew what those were from Dani, who was not a morning person, as Blades had learned the hard way.

Your skin had lost its usual healthy pallor, but Blades didn’t know whether that was normal for humans. After all, if they could get darker from the sun, was it possible for them to get lighter without it.

“What’s up, Blades?” You croaked, your throat aching with each spoken word.

“Is your vocaliser broken?” Blades asked, staring at you. He had heard that some human voices changed, but he was sure that was at a younger age.

You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, having little time for the bot today. “I’m too tired for this today… Can you come back in like, a week?”

A week?! Blades didn’t want to go a week without you. Was something wrong? Were you mad at him? Blades quickly started a mental list of anything he might have done to upset you.

Upon seeing Blades grow anxious, you took pity on him, deciding to explain your plight, so long as it meant you could go back to bed.

“I’m sick. I need to rest. We good now?”

“Sick? How did you get sick? What do you need? Dani’s a medic. I could bring her to you and-”

You put a hand to your temple, a headache forming that made you feel even worse. “Hey, it’s okay. I just need some sleep, alright?”

“No, not alright. What if you only think you need sleep but you actually need a super rare cure that can only be found deep in the mountains?”

You stared blearily at your friend, “No more cartoons for you.”

Blades looked put-out at your conclusion, upset that you weren’t taking him seriously when he was terrified over your fate.

“It’s just a common cold, Blades,” You told him. “Every human gets one from time to time. I just have to sleep this off and drink some water, alright?”

Reluctantly, Blades agreed with you. Although it pained him to do so, he transformed and flew away, back to the firehouse. You had to smile as your friend left, vowing that you would thank him properly for his concern once you were feeling better.

Despite telling Blades that you needed sleep, it took you hours to drift off. First, you were too hot, then too cold, then your nose was too stuffy and after that it wouldn’t stop running. However, you outlasted the aches, pains and general discomfort, until your eyelids grew heavy and sleep enveloped you… for all of five minutes.

You groaned, hearing the sirens from outside your house. Chase’s voice boomed through his loudspeakers so the entire neighbourhood could hear everything he said.

“Attention citizens of Griffin Rock, please pass by the police barricade in an orderly fashion. Thank you for your cooperation.”

Your body protested as you got up to look out of the window, wondering what the emergency could possibly be. You couldn’t see anything however as Blades’ face came into view.

“(Y/N)!” He cried out energetically. “Feeling any better?”

You ignored his question, instead asking one yourself.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re responding to an emergency.”

“What emergency?” You asked wondering what could have happened on Griffin Rock now.

Blades stared at you with apparent confusion, “It’s you.”

“What?”

“You’re the emergency. See?”

Blades stepped aside to show you the police barricade that Chase was setting up in front of your house.

You tried to fight your rising annoyance and stay calm with Blades who was very clearly overreacting, “Blades, why do you need a barricade?”

“So nobody else infects you. Dani told me that was probably how you got sick in the first place.”

“Right, and is Dani here now?”

“No. I really didn’t want to wake her. She does not appreciate being woken up.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” You grumbled.

“What?” Blades asked, mishearing your complaint.

You glared at him, not at all in the mood for his misunderstanding of human behaviour. “Look Blades, I am not an emergency. When the island is spewing lava, that is an emergency. Please can you stop this so I can get some rest? I am literally begging you right now.”

Blades did feel guilty at upsetting you, but he was also not easily deterred. He was not willing to see you get any worse in your time of need. Maybe you didn’t think that you classed as an emergency, but he did.

As a compromise, he offered to keep the noise down for you.

Angrily, you slammed your window shut, storming away from him. It took you a few minutes to find your phone underneath the mass of crumpled tissues that littered your bedside table. As soon as you had it, you dialled 911.

Chief Burns, used to emergency calls answered within one ring, “Griffin Rock Emergency Services, what’s the emergency?”

“Hey Chief, it’s (Y/N). Sorry to disturb you so late, but Blades and Chase are barricading me in my house.”

“They’re what?” Chief Burns asked exasperatedly.

“Blades got it into his head that I’m going to die of this cold or something. Please can you call them back?”

“Of course, (Y/N). Get well soon and sorry for the hassle.”

“Thanks Chief.”

You waited a few minutes until Chase’s orders to the neighbourhood stopped. You slumped back onto your bed in relief. Once again, you were about to try to sleep when an unusual feeling overcame you.

You tiredly went back to the accursed window which seemed to show you all of life’s problems. When you got there, you found Blades standing resolutely outside. You opened the window, sighing. Blades’ optics snapped to you. He was terrified that you were going to hate him now, yet he still couldn’t bring himself to leave.

“I thought Chief called back the Honour Guard,” You croaked in an attempt at a joke, coughing shortly after.

“I have to stay during an emergency,” Blades argued meekly. “That’s my job.”

“This isn’t an emergency.”

“Please don’t send me away again,” Blades whispered, looking hurt at the prospect. “I just want to be here for you.”

Your heart melted at his plea, so you gave a small nod, “Okay Blades… But if there are any real emergencies then you have to go there before coming back.”

“Yes!” Blades agreed enthusiastically.

“And you can’t make too much noise.”

“I’ll be as quiet as a rat,” He claimed, mixing up the idiom.

“Okay Blades, I’m going to bed now, goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Blades smiled, waiting till you had closed your window to quietly add, “I love you.”

While he hadn’t confessed his feelings to you, it was the first time that he had ever said them aloud. With that, standing vigil over your residence, he felt better than he had since coming to Earth. He had lost his friends, family, and entire planet to the war; at least on Earth, he had found something worth gaining.

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[silkling]

I have the weird headcanon that TFRB Cody could adopt Lazerbeak brother, Buzzsaw. I haven't read a lot of TF comics so I don't know he's current status, still I always saw Cody as a typical animal owner, and I think it would be kind of cute too. Could you write some scenes of theme meeting and become friends

Come Home to Roost

Buzzsaw was tired. He was so, so tired. He missed Soundwave. He missed Laserbeak. Pit damn it, he also missed the those infernal twins and that Pit-spawned cat. They had been family for so long. Had been home. It had been them that he returned to every night to roost. It had been them that he had built his nest among. It had been them that he had come to call flock.

Now though…how could they be flock, when they had left him behind? Even his sister had left. He had thought Soundwave cared more than that. Apparently not, though. It had been a miracle that he’d made it off Centauri-12 after being abandoned. But he had, and he’d wandered the cosmos, stowing away on any ship he could find. He didn’t know what his goal was. To survive, he supposed. Find a new roost, though knowing how Primus had abandoned him thus far in his life, he doubted their “benevolent” Creator would have such kindness to direct towards him.

And perhaps he should not be surprised, really. He had been one of Soundwave’s most vicious Cassettes, after Ravage. But was that really something to be punished? He had had to be vicious. His sister had refused to be, and before Soundwave that meant he’d had to step up to keep her safe, to keep them both safe. Cybertron had not been kind to Cassettes, after all. Under Functionism, Cassettes had been viewed as little more than slaves, pets, property. He’d had to be vicious, then. It had been the only way they’d kept their lives, kept their freedom. After Soundwave, he’d had to continue to be vicious. Whereas Laserbeak had been the Host’s spy, Buzzsaw had been the attacker from above. Where Ravage had killed and torn from the ground, Buzzsaw had swooped in and brought death from the skies. After Soundwave, he’d been vicious because his new Host had needed him to be a protector still. And with Soundwave there had been Megatron, and he’d gone from protector to soldier.

Now though…now he wasn’t much of anything. Left behind on an uninhabited world that had drawn the War to it due to its energon mines, forgotten by the very one who had vowed to shelter and care for him, by his kin, by the family had come to call his own. He didn’t even feel them over the bond they’d shared anymore. They’d known he was alive when they’d left Centauri-12. He knew they had, the bond had told him as much. But they’d left anyway. And so he’d broken it. It had almost killed him. Cassettes were hard-coded for loyalty. It was part of their very core. To break the bond when he’d sworn his loyalty to Soundwave….it had made his spark burn with agony. But what other choice had he had? They’d left him behind, cast him aside, and left him with nothing.

He’d had to hitch a ride in the Autobot ship, which had left the planet later then his former allies. He’d been discovered when they’d landed again, and had had to flee. He’d continued like that, going from ship to ship, Neutral, Autobot, and even Decepticon, always fleeing when he was found. He’d even hidden away on the ships of organic species. It seemed his luck had finally run out, though. He’d been on the ship of a species called the Kaminoans, but after they’d found and attempted to capture him he’d been forced to flee into the vast expanse of space. It had almost killed him. He wasn’t space-faring. His armor couldn’t stand the pressure for long. Thankfully, his long-range sensors had detected a habitable planet in the nearest star system, and he’d fled as fast as his tired, starved frame could take him. The Kaminoans hadn’t given chase.

He remembered his first view of the planet. It was blue, with large green landmasses. Then he’d breached the atmosphere, and his systems hadn’t been able to handle the stress. He’d offlined, and come to surrounded by some sort of extremely salty liquid. He hadn’t been able to fly, and had had to go on foot, hoping to make his way to land. He didn’t want to rust on the floor of some massive salty pool of liquid. So he’d forced himself to move, and eventually he’d dragged himself onto some tiny, rocky shore. He’d only had the energy to cast out his sensors for one look around, enough to realize he had dragged himself onto some sort of island, and then his systems had dragged him into an emergency shutdown.

Blissfully, Buzzsaw knew no more.

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When his systems pulled him from his forced recharge, Buzzsaw knew he was in trouble. His optics onlined with a dull glow, and his focused briefly on his HUD, taking in the messages flitting across it. After a moment, he chuffed and forced himself to stand. His self-repair had healed just enough damage to drag him from the edge of a stasis lock, but then the system had shut down in response to low energon. He was at 15% right now, which meant he had the rest of this orn to find fuel before his frame went into emergency stasis. After that..it would be too late for him.

The only way for a Cybertronian to be pulled out of emergency stasis was for another bot to fuel them enough that their systems kicked back online. Otherwise, the stasis would keep the bot in question under, only the bare essential systems running in order to keep the spark alight. Eventually, even those would give out, and the bot would die. Buzzsaw had heard claims that it was a peaceful way to go. That after entering stasis, you wouldn’t be aware of anything, which meant death was just like slipping under. You wouldn’t actually feel pain, wouldn’t feel your spark gutter.

Personally, Buzzsaw didn’t believe that. He thought dying like that was frightening. How could it not be? Feeling your systems fail and shut down, one by one, until you didn’t even have the strength to vent on your own. Your frame shutting down slowly, a klick at a time, until your awareness and consciousness was the last to go, but able to feel each and every one of your non-vital systems go offline. Your processor slipping under, your spark forced to still and shrink to conserve energy, your last thought either a prayer to be found or the grim knowledge you’d die where you lay.

No, Buzzsaw didn’t see the peace in a death like that. He looked around, taking in his surroundings, and then started walking. His wings were folded, and he made no attempt to fly. It would take too much of his energy. So he had to stay on the ground to conserve what precious little he had left. He only hoped he found an energon source. If he was extraordinarily lucky, this planet produced it. His best chances were at finding a underground mine. Liquid energon wells weren’t found anywhere but Cybertron. Other planets only produced the fuel in its crystalline form.

He hobbled along, and it wasn’t long before he was stumbling across a cave. He felt the faintest stirrings of hope as he hobbled in, sending out a faint ping of his sensors. Maybe he would find energon after all. Distracted as he was, he didn’t notice when the ground under him crumbled, and he fell into the deeper caverns below. He hit the ground hard, and his HUD threw up frantic damage warnings.

He dismissed them dispassionately, resignation settling in his spark. The fall had taken out his left leg, and his right wing was bent. He wouldn’t be able to move. This was it for him. He was going to slip into stasis lock and die here. As his systems started to shut down, he only had enough energy for one last action. Just before his consciousness was stolen away, he thought of the family he’d lost, and the life he would no longer be able to live.

Buzzsaw lifted his head and released a haunting cry, the caves all over the island echoing with his grief and regret. Then his optics went dark, and his helm fell to the dusty ground with a soft clang of metal on rock.

In the tunnels around him, his death knell echoed on.

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Optimus shuttered his optics and tilted his head when the haunting cry floated from the tunnels leading out of the bunker. The Rescue Bots and their partners, who were also in the Lounge area, paused what they were doing and looked up. The Prime frowned, concerned. Young Cody was in the tunnels. Was he perhaps hurt?

“It must be a bird.” Graham said after a moment. “That’s what it sounds like, anyway. It might be lost in the tunnels and calling for its flock.”

That reassured Optimus. Now that he stopped to think, the cry HAD sounded more animal than human.

“Should we go help?” Boulder asked, clearly concerned.

“No.” Chief Burns said after a moment. “Let’s give it a bit. It might get out on it’s own. If it’s still crying like that in an hour, then we can help.”

“Got it, dad.” Graham agreed, and then he and his partner were returning to their previous task.

The other Bots and humans soon followed suit. Optimus was left staring at the tunnel entrance, lips twisted in a frown. Something was tugging at his processor. That call had definitely been animal in nature. But it had also sounded just faintly mechanical. His audials had barely even picked up on that aspect of the eerie wail, but he had heard it, he was certain of that.

The buzzing of the comm. system tore him from his thoughts. It was Cody.

“Uh, Dad? Guys?”

Chief Burns was answering in less than a minute. “We’re here, Cody. What is it? Do you need help?”

“No. Well, kind of. I don’t need help, but I found someone who might.”

Kade scoffed. “What, is a lost bird flying around in a panic? Just try and scare it back towards the entrance, it’ll be fine. We heard that call, I’m sure it was just calling for its friends.”

“Um, no.” Cody was blunt. “It’s not a bird. Not an Earth one, anyway.”

“Can you repeat that, son?”

“It’s not an Earth bird. I think it’s Cybertronian. And it looks like it’s hurt pretty bad.”

Optimus froze. A Cybertronian bird. That wasn’t possible. The only types of Cybertronian avians he knew of were Cassettes.

“Cody.” he cut in. “What color is it? Is it red and black?”

“No, Optimus. It’s black and…brown, I think? It’s really dirty. I can’t see what the other color is very clearly. It might not be brown.”

Not Laserbeak, then. But he didn’t know of any brown and black avian Cassette. Maybe one had escaped Cybertron on its own? It was extremely unlikely, but he supposed it wasn’t impossible. Cassettes were perfectly capable and intelligent.

“Oh, wait. I have a towel in my pack. I can see if I can clean some of the dirt.”

“Why do you have a towel in your bag?” Kade snarked. “You were just exploring the caves.”

“Sure, but I wanted to go to the beach right after. Hang on, I almost got it…” there was a pause. “There. It’s black and yellow. It’s still hard to tell because the grime is really caked in and the paint is old and fading, but I think the other color is yellow.”

Optimus froze. Black and yellow. But how? Buzzsaw had been lost on Centauri-12. Except…that wasn’t quite right either. He vaguely remembered a report that Jazz had found the Cassette stowing away on the Ark after the Autobots had left that planet, but that he’d been chased off before he could be captured when they’d been near a space docks. Had the little avian really survived on his own so long? It seemed almost ludicrous to even think it, yet he knew there was only one black and yellow Cybertronian bird who had left Cybertron.

“Hold on, Cody. I believe I may know who that is. Tell me, is he awake?”

“It’s a him? And no. I’m almost not sure if he’s even still…” Cody trailed off, but Optimus understood.

“I see. Stay where you are. I am coming now. And be wary. If I am correct, then that is Buzzsaw. He is a formidable foe, and if he wakes you must stay away from him.”

“Alright. I’ll be here.” the boy agreed, the the comm. cut off with a click.

“Wait, foe? Is this one of those Decepticons you mentioned, Optimus?” Chief Burns asked.

“He is indeed.” The Prime informed him.

“Then why should we help?” Kade asked. “If he’s one of the bad guys, shouldn’t we leave him there?”

“No.” Heatwave stood, crossing his arms. Glancing around, Optimus could see the same resolve the fire truck was showing in the rest of the Rescue Bots. “‘Con or not, we aren’t leaving him. We’re Rescue Bots, we save anyone who needs it, regardless of who they are. If you won’t help, we’ll do it on our own.”

“You are correct, Heatwave. It would be wrong to leave Buzzsaw to perish.” Optimus agreed. He looked down at the humans. “If he is truly as injured as Cody says, then he will be of little threat. So long as you are wary, he will likely be unable to cause you harm.”

“Are you certain, Optimus?” Chase asked.

“Yes. Buzzsaw is a Cassette. He is far smaller than any of you. He is also very young. I believe that he is the equivalent of a human teenager, if my memory is not mistaken.” The Prime soothed.

That was clearly the key to convince the Chief. “Go.” the human said. “If we can help, we will. It wouldn’t be right to leave him there.”

Optimus nodded, and then folded down into his alt-mode and drove. He had not told the humans, but he was certain that the call they had heard earlier had in fact been Buzzsaw himself. He had not wanted to mention it, to avoid distressing the others too much. But he was certain of it now.

That haunting cry hadn’t been a call for help, it had been a death song.

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Optimus pulled up alongside Cody, shifting to root mood as his optics found the still form lying limp on the ground. Primus, it really was Buzzsaw. He crouched down, one large hand slipping under the too-light form of the downed Cassette. This wasn’t right. Cassettes were smaller and not as heavily armored as a normal mech, but the avian shouldn’t be this light. Looking at him now, the Prime was starting to realize that Buzzsaw had likely been on his own and in a state of gradual starvation ever since Centauri-12.

“Optimus? Is he going to be okay?” It was Cody, and the boy was frowning up at him.

He hesitated, then folded into his alt-mode, carefully ensuring that Buzzsaw ended up in his cab. He opened his door, letting the human climb in, and then he was driving back to the bunker. He was silent for a lone moment before he finally spoke.

“I will not lie, Cody Burns. Buzzsaw’s status is…not promising.” he said after a moment.

There was silence as he drove, and then-

“You said he was a foe. Does that mean he’s a Decepticon?”

“Yes.” He answered simply.

There was more silence.

“Optimus?”

“Yes?”

“Why did the Decepticons start the War?”

Optimus was silent for a long moment. The boy truly was perceptive. But how could he answer that?

“Cybertron…was not kind to all its children.” he said after a long moment. “There were many policies in place that kept those of high status in power, and left those of lower social classes struggling.” There. That should be a simple enough explanation.

“And the Decepticons were those lower class bots?”

“Many of them, yes.” Optimus paused. “You must understand, Cody. Cybertron was not the utopia some of my Autobots may believe it was. There were many who suffered greatly. However, while the Decepticons may have risen from a just cause, that does not justify the depths they have since fallen to.”

Cody hummed. “I get it.” he said softly.

Optimus relaxed. Good. He didn’t want to lie to Cody, but he didn’t want to boy to think that the Decepticons were harmless. He feared that if that were the case, the young human may do something foolish in the future. No, it was better he understood the War for what it was.

“Optimus?”

“Yes?”

“What’s going to happen to Buzzsaw?”

Ah. “I…do not know. If he is able to recover, I cannot allow him to go free. It would cause immense trouble for my team and my Autobots if he were to rejoin his Master.” he sighed.

“Master?”

“Buzzsaw is a Cassette. They do not often live their lives independently.”

“Why?”

“…perhaps that is a detail best explained with all the others.”

“Okay.” Cody tilted his head. “So you can’t let him go. Can you take him with you?”

Optimus winced. “That would not be wise. I am afraid my team would not understand. I am all too willing to give Buzzsaw a chance, but if I were to bring him to my base I fear the others would argue in favor of his…deactivation.”

“Deactivation.” A pause. “You mean they’d want to kill him.” he whispered.

“The Decepticons have caused my mechs a great deal of pain, Cody.” Optimus said softly. “They would not do it to be cruel, but I know there would be more than one among them who would believe such action justified. An eye for an eye, as the earth saying goes.”

“It doesn’t make it right.”

“No.” Optimus agreed. “But it is War, and those who suffer the effects of it long enough do not enough grasp right from wrong any longer, only what hurts have been inflicted and how best to return them.”

“It’s a cycle.” Cody said sadly.

“A cruel, bitter one.”

Optimus could see the light of the bunker up ahead. He drove towards it in silence, spark heavy.

“Optimus?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think…Buzzsaw could stay here? On Griffin Rock, I mean. Maybe I could help him. The team too. He looks like he’s been on his own a long time. At least, I think he has been. If he has a “Master” like you said, I don’t think they’d let him get this bad off.” There was a pause. “Maybe he’s tired enough to not want to go back to the War? It’s worth a try, right? I want to help him.”

And Optimus, for the first time since he realized who the downed Cybertronian was, felt the faintest stirrings of hope.

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Buzzsaw was resting. Blades had prepared a large crate on which to treat the injured Cassette, and as soon as Optimus had released the avian the small copter bot was scanning him and bustling around to repair him. He’d gotten an energon line started already, and currently his digits were transformed into the medical tools he needed to repair the damage to the Cassette’s internals and armor. As Blades worked, Optimus shared everything he had told Cody in the tunnel with the others.

“So he can’t go with you because your team might kill him, and you can’t let him go because he’d go back to his Master and cause trouble for your team.” Heatwave sighed. “I suppose that means his Host is here on Earth?”

“Soundwave is here, yes.” Optimus hummed. “He is Megatron’s Third in Command and Chief Communications Officer.”

“Ah, yes. I can see how that would cause issues if such a mech were to regain access to his Cassette.” Chase said.

“Cassette.” Cody said slowly. “You called him that in the tunnel too. It’s important. Why?”

Optimus hummed. “First, you must understand that Cybertronians are divided by our frame-types. There are flight frames, and among them you have Helios, Jets, Shuttles, and Seekers. Among the ground frames, there are cars, two-wheelers, trucks, and even more. There are even aquatic frames, though they are few and far between. Beyond them, you have triple-changers, bots who naturally have two alt-forms rather than one. There are also those with non-vehicular alt-modes. And finally, you also have mini-bots, and alongside them there are Cassettes.”

The humans were staring, focused intently on the overly simplified lesson. The Rescue Bots didn’t pay it much mind, however.

“Among all those frame-types, barring Cassettes, it was not uncommon on for some bots to have additional abilities on top of the normal abilities granted to them by their frames. Host mech are one such example. They can be any frame-type, but they are set apart because of their ability to bind their sparks to those of Cassettes in order to form a symbiotic bond.”

Cody blinked. “What do they each get out of the bond?”

“The Cassettes gain protection. Cassettes were…not a well-regarded class. They were found on the streets or in the wilds, and often forced to struggle for their very survival. Most Cybertronians viewed them as simple-minded or feral. They were not thought of as having much intelligence, or even sentience.” Optimus forced himself to continue at the disturbed looks the humans wore. “So for Cassettes, a bond with a Host was a chance at safety. They relinquished their freedom to their Host, and in return they would be given fuel, shelter, care, and above all else, safety. In return, the Hosts received the obedience of their Cassettes, and the Cassettes would help them with any task, function, or job they required.”

Cody was sitting next to Buzzsaw, and the Prime saw him extend a hand to lay it on the avian’s head. “That…that doesn’t sound very fair, Optimus.”

“Perhaps.” he agreed. “But most Hosts treated their Cassettes well and were very fond of them. Such a bond was necessary for many. Cassettes get their name because they do not have an alt-mode capable of movement. Their alt-mode is always a cassette tape or something else very similar. When the bond is formed, a Cassette gains the ability to dock within the armor of their Host while they are in their alt-mode. It is an added degree of safety.”

Chief Burns hummed. “I think I get it. The important bits, anyway. The cultural stuff…” He trailed off. “That I have a harder time wrapping my head around, but I get why our guest being a Cassette matters.”

“Oh?” Optimus had little doubt he did. The Chief was an intelligent man.

“He’s going to want to return to his Host. Because Soundwave is synonymous with safety for him, right?”

“That is likely.” Optimus agreed.

“But you said Hosts usually care a lot about their Cassettes. If that’s true, how did Buzzsaw get like this?” Cody cut in.

The Prime tilted his head. “The last reports of Buzzsaw’s location are many years old. He was last seen on an uninhabited planet that briefly became a battlefield for the War. The Decepticons fled, and the last reports on Buzzsaw are from after Megatron took his army off Centauri-12. It is likely the damage he sustained is a result of him being on his own.”

“So he might have been abandoned?”

“That…seems the most likely scenario, yes. Though Soundwave’s fondness for his Cassettes has always been well known, so I am at a loss as to why he would be left behind thus.”

“Does it matter why?” Cody asked.

“What are you thinking, little brother?” Dani sounded amused.

“If Soundwave abandoned Buzzsaw when he was supposed to be caring for him, then would Buzzsaw really want to go back?”

Optimus reset his optics, startled. “I…had not considered that.” he said after a moment. “I do not know. That is something you will have to ask him yourself.”

Cody perked up. “So you think he would benefit from staying, then?”

Optimus turned to Chief Burns. “If your father agrees, then yes, I do believe so. I have seen the effect you have on bots, young Cody. I believe you can soften even the hardest of sparks. If you are willing to put forth the effort, then there is a chance that you maybe able to help Buzzsaw.”

Chief Burns crossed his arms. “Will he be dangerous in any way?”

Optimus turned to the copter bot still treating the avian. “Blades. Can you disable his weapons systems and battle protocols?”

“Already did.” The young bot sounded distracted. “I disconnected his turbines and anti-gravs too, so he won’t be able to fly. Though I don’t recommend keeping that second part a thing for long. He’s a avian, he needs flight as much as any other flyer.”

Optimus nodded, then turned back to the oldest human. “With those measures in place, I believe that he will be a minimal threat. If he turns out to be a greater risk than you are willing to take, you can always call me.”

Chief Burns considered it, then nodded. “Alright. He can stay. It’s only right to give him the chance.”

Kade frowned. “Is that really so smart? Optimus said it himself! He’s one of the bad guys!”

“But how much choice did he have, if he fought the War his Host joined?” Graham asked.

“Does it matter? The ‘Cons still hurt people!”

“Our War is not so black and white, Kade Burns.” Optimus warned.

“So some political policies and social perceptions sucked! That’s bad, but is it really a reason to start a war?” Kade demanded.

“The Senate used ritual disfigurement as a punishment.” Blades’s voice carried over, sounding distracted.

All heads snapped to him. Kade gaped, and the other humans looked horrified. Privately, Optimus winced. Perhaps that wasn’t the nicest detail to share, but it was too late now.

“What?” Kade sputtered.

“The Senate were the political rulers of Cybertron. They controlled pretty much everything.” Blades mumbled, still focused mostly on Buzzsaw. “When a bot went against them, even in a minor way, they’d use punishment called empurata that involved surgically removing the bot’s face and hands and replacing them with one large optic and a pair of claws.”

Kade swallowed. “Okay. So it was really, really bad. I guess I was wrong.” he said, sounding too sick to care that he’d just admitted to being wrong.

The other humans also looked horrified. Cody looked like his entire worldview had been shaken.

“Cybertron was not kind to all its children, before the War.” Optimus said quietly. “The Decepticons were more than justified in rising up to fight for their freedom. But they took things too far, and now their original cause has long been lost.”

Chief Burns was the first to recover. “That’s often the case, with wars.”

Optimus nodded solemnly.

“We’ll take care of Buzzsaw.” Cody’s voice carried over. Despite how horrified he’d seemed earlier, now he just looked determined. “We’ll show him there’s good in the world. Maybe he doesn’t want to fight anymore. I want to help him.”

The Prime smiled, them dipped his helm. “And so you shall.” he agreed. “When he wakes, tell him that I am leaving him here. I recommend you tell him that Soundwave is on this planet. If you withhold the information, and manage to befriend him, then he may feel betrayed if he learns you hid the fact from him and return to Soundwave on his own.” he warned.

Cody nodded. “I’ll tell him.”

Optimus hummed. “We cannot set him free at this moment. But if you feel it is right, you may also tell him that his other option is that he will remain a prisoner in the Autobot base, but that in that scenario I will have difficulty guaranteeing his safety.” he warned.

Cody tilted his chin up, clearly displeased. “That won’t happen.”

The large bot chuckled. “I hope you are right, Cody Burns.” he nodded at the other humans, flaring his field in a good-bye to the Rescue Bots, and then he was folding into his alt-mode and driving out through the tunnels. He’d get the mainland and call for a ground bridge from there.

He truly hoped Buzzsaw could find happiness. Primus knew the Cassette had earned it.

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Awareness came to him slowly. At first, Buzzsaw was confused. He was fairly certain he’d slipped into emergency stasis. He hadn’t onlined his optics yet, but the messages blinking across his HUD didn’t help his confusion.

Fuel Level: 37%

Warning: Low energon

Movement not recommended

Energy Level: 12%

Warning: Energy rerouted to essential systems

Cause of Energy Drain: Starvation and damage

Recovery time necessary

Internal Communication System: Disabled

Sensor Array: Offline

External Spacial Sensors: Online

Transformation Cog: Offline

Weapons Systems: Disabled

Battle Protocols: Disabled

Self-Repair: Online

Fuel System: Online

Wing Turbines: Disabled

Anti-Gravs: Disabled

Warning: Unknown medical access to internal systems detected

Warning: Unauthorized medical access to combat systems and flight capabilities detected

Self Diagnostic Report: Severe damage and starvation

Low Fuel: Addressed

Armor Integrity: 49%

Fuel Pump: Functional

Fuel Tanks: Shrunken, functional

Intake: Minor rust detected, addressed

Fuel Lines: Damaged, patched

Wires: Damaged, patched

Conclusion: Frame in need of full recovery

Rest recommended

Strenuous activity not recommended

Warning: Presence of unknown Cybertronian and unknown organic life forms detected in proximity.

Well. That last warning certainly warranted some degree of alarm. Red optics snapped online and the avian lifted his helm. His gaze immediately found the aforementioned Cybertronian. It was a small orange and white copter bot, and immediately clear was the Autobot insignia on his chest. For a moment, Buzzsaw tense, his vocalizer releasing a sound halfway between a screech and a growl. He made to stand, to fight off the perceived threat, when the bot pressed him down with a hand between his wings.

“Easy, easy. You’re okay.” He soothed. “My name is Blades, of Rescue Team Sigma-17. You’re on a planet called Earth. My team and I just want to help you.”

His words made Buzzsaw pause and take another look. Huh. That was right. The badge on his chest wasn’t the Autobrand after all. But how? He was fairly certain that Megatron had destroyed the Rescue Force and killed all its Teams. How had this lone team survived? He cocked his head sharply, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“You’re Buzzsaw, right? Optimus Prime was here earlier. He told us about you.”

Well. There went his hopes of his Decepticon status going unknown. And the Prime was here, on this planet? That meant Megatron was doubtless here as well. But who else was?

Blades shifted under his gaze, then sighed. “Just stay still, okay? I patched up what I could. Now your self-repair needs to handle the rest. You need to rest if you want to recover.” He made to leave, then paused. “Also, Optimus told us to tell you your options. You’re on an island called Griffin Rock. You can stay here and stay out of the War, or he can return and keep you prisoner in his base. He said if you go with the second option he’d have a difficult time guaranteeing your safety.” Buzzsaw could see that the small mech was clearly uncomfortable with that last series of statements. He didn’t seem fond of the idea of violence or what amounted to keeping someone against their will.

After another beat, the bot nodded at someone else in the room. Buzzsaw snapped his helm in that direction and saw a small organic. He heard Blades leave, and then the organic was looking up at him. The small creature beamed, and them he was climbing up onto the crate that the avian found himself confined to.

“Hi! I’m the one who found you. My name is Cody.”

Buzzsaw stared, optics narrowed.

“I’m sorry about your choices here, I know they aren’t the best. Optimus doesn’t want you going back to Soundwave though.”

That made him freeze and perk up. Soundwave was on this planet too? A part of him was excited and wanted to seek out his Host. He remembered the kindness, the affection, the gentle treatment. He remembered the safety and security that had come from being bound to the spymaster.

He also remembered the abandonment. Remembered the years of fear and pain and hunger that had followed. Remembered the loss and betrayal, the desperation that his Host would return only to be forced to come to terms with the fact he’d been cast aside.

Buzzsaw clacked his beak, then looked away and forced down the sad coo that wanted to escape him. He felt something on his armor, and looked over to see the organic–Cody–pressing a small, soft hand to the plating of his neck.

“He left you, didn’t he? Optimus told us a little bit about Hosts and Cassettes, and about Centauri-12. You got like this because your Host left you.”

Buzzsaw stared, not knowing how to respond. A part of him, the part that was vicious and angry, wanted to rip off the organic’s limb. The larger part of him was just tired, though. After a long moment of staring, the avian sagged, optics dimming. What was the harm in telling this organic anyway? It wasn’t like he was really a Decepticon anymore. Not really. It also wasn’t like Cody would be able to cause him much harm, anyway.

He nodded, his beak clacking and his wings rustling as he let out a gust of air from his vents. That hand hadn’t left his neck, and it moved to stroke up and down the plating.

“I’m sorry.” Cody said softly. “No one deserves to be abandoned by their family.”

Buzzsaw stared for a moment. The organic had said they’d only been told a little bit about Hosts and Cassettes, yet it seemed he already understood the bond was fairly deep. Either he’d been told more than he let on, or he was just very perceptive. Either way, a part of Buzzsaw couldn’t help but be grateful for the understanding.

He knew he should be lashing out and trying to fight. But what was the point? His weapons systems and battle protocols were disabled, he couldn’t fly, he couldn’t walk, and his fuel levels were too low for him to have the energy to do anything significant. Even without all that, he was just tired of fighting. True, he’d always enjoyed a good, honest fight, but he’d only ever used his more excessive forms of violence because that was what had been demanded of him. He’d had to be violent to survive the wilds before Soundwave, and after he’d had to be violent to fight for his new Host. But he hadn’t wanted life as a fighter, as a soldier. And now, confronted with everything he’d learned, and the last few years of his abandonment…he was tired. He didn’t want to fight this organic. He just wanted rest. He could figure out everything else later.

Besides, the gentle contact didn’t feel so bad. It wasn’t heavy enough to hurt, and it was more reminiscent of the preening he’d used to do with his sister. His optics dimmed, and he let his head come to lay on the crate. Cody didn’t seem offended at his lack of responsiveness. Instead, he felt that small hand move up to stroke over the top of his helm.

“Get some rest, Buzzsaw. I’ll be here when you wake up. I want to help you get better.” the small organic murmured.

Buzzsaw didn’t know what to do with that sentiment. A part of him scoffed at the weakness of it. The other part was too tired and beaten down to care. He released another heavy vent of air, and let his optics slip offline. Moments later, he was slipping into recharge, even the brief moment of consciousness having drained what little energy he had.

——————————

Cody was indeed there when he woke up. It was only for a few moments though, because then the organic had to go to school. Apparently, this planet also has educational institutions. Buzzsaw didn’t have much of an opinion on that. While he was gone, the rest of the Rescue Bots introduced themselves, as did their own organic partners, and he was informed that the organics were called “humans”. Again, Buzzsaw didn’t particularly care. It was useful information, he supposed.

The others left him to himself throughout the day, except for the brief moment when Blades came to remove the energon line feeding fuel into his frame and replace it with a small cube of energon that was set in front of him. After that, he was left alone. Perhaps they sensed his mood, perhaps they were busy, perhaps they didn’t want to talk to him. He didn’t particularly care. It did give him time to think on his situation, though. Obviously, they wouldn’t let him go free. Even if he did promise to not return to Soundwave, he knew he would have difficulty hiding here. Since, apparently, it was very important that the human race didn’t learn about the Cybertronian presence on their planet. One would think they’d have figured it out when the alien war came to earth, but he wouldn’t question it. Still, it meant he couldn’t just be let loose on his own.

He also refused to be an Autobot prisoner. As for returning to his Host…he was torn. A part of him wanted to. But the larger part of him was still hurt. And after his distance from the Decepticons…he wasn’t sure he wanted to return to the faction itself. Pits, he didn’t even have his brand anymore. He’d come across a Neutral medic sometime after Centauri-12, and he’d offered up his services to locate energon in return for the medic’s services to remove the brand. It had been a thin sheet of metal painted purple and welded to his chest, so it had required the aid of a medic to remove without damaging his armor. But it had been done, and then they’d gone their separate ways. He hadn’t worn the Decepticon badge in years.

So where did that leave him? He couldn’t escape in his state, but even when he recovered, what then? What was there for him on this little island? What was there for him on this planet itself? Would it be worth staying?

He must have drifted into recharge at some point, because he was startled awake by Cody’s loud greeting to the others. He jerked, optics flashing on as he lifted his helm. The human blinked when he came around the corner, then smiled.

“Buzzsaw! You’re up!” he called out. He walked over, pulling himself up onto the crate beside the avian. “So, I had an idea! Blades told me you don’t have to be hooked up to anything anymore, and I noticed how your armor seems pretty dirty, so I was wondering if you’d like to get clean?”

Buzzsaw blinked at him. The human gestured to the corner, and he looked over to see a large tub and a bucket that hadn’t been there before. There were rags in the bucket.

“Boulder offered to help. I figured you might feel better if you can get the grime off?” He offered.

He stared for a moment, and then he dipped his head in a nod.

Cody grinned. “Great! I’ll get Boulder. I have to change clothes really quick.”

Buzzsaw cocked his head sharply at that. Clothes?

Cody interpreted the curious gesture for what it was. “Clothes are what humans wear!” he plucked at the colorful things clinging to his frame. “We don’t have metal armor like you guys, and we don’t need it, but we wear clothes to cover ourselves because it’s not considered decent to go without them.” He tapped his chin. “Chase once told me it would be like if a Cybertronian went around without any armor at all.”

Buzzsaw jerked his head back, optics shuttering. Ah. That, he understood. So human had their own version of a protoform underneath their clothing. He did not want to see a fully bare fleshy protoform, thank you very much. He lowered his helm, bumping his beak into Cody’s back to encourage him to go. The boy laughed, then jumped off the crate and trotted away.

A moment later, Boulder came around and smiled at him. “Hey, Buzzsaw. Cody said you accepted our offer to help you clean?” He nodded at the tub. “Is it okay if I carry you there? You shouldn’t be putting weight on your leg.”

Buzzsaw grumbled, but after a moment he nodded. He didn’t exactly want to be carried like a helpless sparkling, but he couldn’t get there on his own. Not in his state. Boulder paid no mind to his grumbles, and instead stepped forward to slip a large hand underneath his frame. The avian was lifted up, then carefully cradled in gentle hands. He was brought to the tub, then lowered into the liquid that filled it. He cooed in pleasure upon realizing it was warm, frame relaxing every so slightly.

Cody chose that moment to return, his lower half covered in something very colorful and the rest of his form bare. He climbed into the tub with Buzzsaw, then dragged the bucket in after himself. On the outside of the tub, Boulder grabbed a larger rag and dipped it into the liquid in the tub.

“Is the water okay? Not too hot?” Cody asked.

Oh, right. This was water. He recognized it now. Other planets had it too. He nodded, watching the Rescue Bot soak the rag in the warm water and hold it out towards him.

“Boulder is going to take care of your armor, and I thought I’d use my smaller size to get in between everything and get all the dust and muck out from your armor seams?” Cody suggested.

Buzzsaw stared for a long moment. That was…rather intimate. But he also hadn’t been able to have such an in depth cleaning since before Centauri-12. He could feel the dirt and grim in between and underneath his armor plates. Even if he didn’t trust these people, he did trust they wouldn’t hurt him. They’d have done so already if they were going to hurt him at all. He could bear some rather intimate grooming if it meant getting clean. He nodded.

Cody beamed, and then Buzzsaw felt the gentle pressure of Boulder wiping off the surface of his armor. While the bot worked at that, Cody chose a rag from the bucket that Buzzsaw now saw was full of cleaning cloths and brushes. The human soaked it in the water, then lifted it and started wiping it along the edges of his armor plates. The avian let himself relax into the warmth of the water, optics slipping offline. He didn’t know what to make of his situation, and he wasn’t sure he liked being forced to stay, but for now he’d enjoy the moment of comfort.

He didn’t realize when he slipped into a state of half-recharge. He was barely aware as the bath finished, and then Boulder transferred him to a large towel which was used to dry him off. Cody went to get blankets while Boulder did so, using the soft fabrics to make a comfier “nest” on the crate that Buzzsaw was returned to a moment later. The avian cooed as he was set into the soft nest, optics offlining fully as he rested his head in the fabrics.

Clean, warm, and comfortable for the first time in years, it didn’t take him long to slip into the most peaceful rest he’d had since he’d lost his flock.

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A few days passed in much the same pattern. Cody would go to school, Buzzsaw would be left alone, and then the boy would return and spend the rest of the day talking with him. The avian never responded, content to listen and learn all he could about this world and the species that dominated it. Things fell into a routine, and he came to be comfortable in it. He even stopped minding the way Cody would touch him and stroke his plating as he talked.

And then the routine changed. Cody came to him after school one day and told him he wanted to have a “movie night”. Apparently, he believed that showing Buzzsaw human entertainment would be a good way for the Cassette to learn about human culture. The avian made no protest. Cody talked to him for the afternoon, then went to have his nightly meal with his family. After that though, he returned for the “movie night”, enlisting the aid of Boulder to move Buzzsaw’s crate in front of a large vid screen.

Cody then joined him on top of the crate, settling into the nest of blankets and wrapping himself in one of his own. He was dressed in clothing that he informed Buzzsaw was called “pajamas”. Then, the movie started and the avian let himself be distracted story unfolding on the screen.

The movie was about two humans under a curse, one who turned into a creature called a wolf by the day and the other who turned into a hawk by night. It was a fairly simple story, and while Buzzsaw certainly found some of the attitudes of the characters to be irritatingly soft he could understand the appeal. He might even say he enjoyed the movie. It was fun. Maybe human entertainment wasn’t as bad as he thought.

And then Cody put on a movie that he said was “animated”, and Buzzsaw was very quickly insulted. The movie was about living cars, except they had no other form to transform into. The main character was a cocky, irritating fool, the tow-truck was the most annoying creature he’d ever been forced to watch, and the mentor was a smug, pompous aft. Buzzsaw hated every character in the movie. If that wasn’t enough, even the setting was insulting.

“What the frag.” he hissed. “How is this garbage supposed to be entertaining? There’s no way those insufferable creatures would have successfully built a civilization. They lack any appendages that would allow them to hold, build, or invent anything. Temporary gripping attachments don’t count, those lack dexterity. Primus, those things would have all died out within the first few generations of their species existence. They certainly should have.”

The movie was paused, and Buzzsaw turned his help to Cody to find the reason. He saw the human grinning brightly, looking thrilled. His plating bristled, and he narrowed his optics.

“What.” he snapped.

“You finally talked.” Cody was beaming.

Buzzsaw shuttered his optics, tilting his helm. Ah. So he had. “Did you think I couldn’t?” he demanded.

“No.” Cody shook his head, smiling. “I knew you could. I didn’t want to push to make you talk to me before you were ready though.”

The avian paused, staring uncomprehendingly. That meant that Cody hadn’t actually thought of him as a simple minded beast. He’d known Buzzsaw was more than that. And he hadn’t tried to force his will on him to make him speak before he wanted to. He had been content to wait. Seemingly as long as he needed to, if Buzzsaw understood the subtext of this conversation correctly.

“Why?” he asked wearily.

“You deserve to be treated with respect.” Cody said seriously. “Just because you look like a bird and don’t have a vehicle mode doesn’t mean you aren’t deserving of being treated like an individual with your own thoughts and feelings. It would have been wrong to push my own wants on you. I want to help you get better. That means going at your pace.”

Buzzsaw twitched. “Many Cybertronians would not agree with you. They would argue I am little more than a beast and thus deserve to be treated as one.” he paused. “My pace?”

“Then it’s a good thing we aren’t on Cybertron, isn’t it?” Cody pointed out. “And yeah. Your pace. I want to help you recover from the things you’ve experienced and discover your own path, discover the things you want to do and the life you want to live. But I know that sort of recovery won’t be immediate, and it may not even be as fast as I want it to be. But that doesn’t matter, because it’s your recovery, not mine. So we go at your pace.”

Buzzsaw stared at the organic for a long moment. “…I don’t understand you.” he said.

Cody smiled. “That’s alright. As long as you understand I want to help.”

He stared for a beat longer, then grumbled and turned back to the movie. He needed to process this. Cody seemed to understand he was done talking, because the infernal movie started up again. Buzzsaw wasn’t paying attention, though. Instead, he was lost in thought, turning over the things he’d learned.

He didn’t notice as the movie ended, and another one started. He did feel it, however, when halfway through the next move is a slight weight settled against his side. He looked down to see Cody had fallen into his own recharge and had slumped against Buzzsaw’s side in the process. The avian didn’t move to wake him. He stared at the slumbering human for a long beat, then heaved a sigh and lowered his helm to rest it on the lip of his makeshift nest. He refocused his optics on the bid screen, paying half attention to the new movie playing. It was something about singing cats. Buzzsaw wouldn’t pretend to understand.

He relaxed, Cody’s warmth curled against his side, and his optics dimming slowly as recharge crept up on him. By the time the movie ended, it had claimed him completely, and he and his odd little companion both slept on peacefully as the credits rolled.

Neither of them woke as Chief Burns came down to retrieve Cody. He paused when he saw the scene, and he turned off the TV, dimmed the lights, and left the sleeping pair to their rest.

As Buzzsaw slept on, his hardened spark cracked just a little. Maybe there was hope for him after all.

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Buzzsaw was watching Cody. He did that a lot as of late. The little human still talked to him a lot, though the avian didn’t always talk back. Most of the time he was content to listen. In the past few days, he’d learned a lot about the odd little organic. In that time, his legs had also fully healed, and his nest had been moved to the floor and tucked into a corner of the bunker so he could maneuver on his own. His wing was still injured, but even if it wasn’t his turbines and anti-gravs were still disabled.

Right now, Cody was quiet. The boy was sitting on a box a bit away from his nest, working one something he’d called “homework”. Judging by the frustrated expression he wore, he was having some degree of difficulty. His curiosity piqued, Buzzsaw stood and stepped out of his nest, walking over to see what the human was working on. He sidled up behind him, tilting his helm to peer over his shoulder.

Oh. It was math. Buzzsaw could work with this.

“You’re missing a two.” he grunted.

Cody paused. “What?” he asked, turning to look at the again standing over him.

“You’re missing a two.” he repeated. “In the third problem. You’re missing a two. That’s why the first part of your answer isn’t matching up with the second.”

Cody blinked, then turned back and looked over his work. He made a noise of triumph, perking up and correcting his work. Then he returned his attention to the Cassette.

“Thanks, Buzzsaw!”

He only grunted, helm cocking sharply.

Cody smiled, used to his non-verbal communication by now.

“So you know some math?” he asked.

“Sure.” he Buzzsaw grunted, folding his legs and settling down. “Laserbeak and I never received a formal education; Cassettes weren’t allowed to. But Soundwave taught us some things after he bound us to him. He wanted us to have a greater knowledge of a variety of fields.”

“Laserbeak? Is that another Cassette?”

“Yes.” Buzzsaw paused, his optics dimming. “My sister. My twin, actually.”

Cody sat up, eyes wide. “You guys can have siblings?”

“Yes. It’s a rare occurrence, but it happens. Though Soundwave did have another set of Cassette twins besides us, too.”

The human stared, then seemed to realize something. “She’s…gone, isn’t she?”

“No.” he huffed. “If she was, I would have felt her loss in my spark. But she left me when Soundwave did. I cannot entirely blame her. If he told her to leave, she would have had to obey. Still, it does sting.” Buzzsaw admitted, unable to keep the bitterness from his voice.

“I’m sorry.”

And Buzzsaw didn’t understand, but the human did seem genuinely upset on his behalf. He sighed, shaking his helm to get rid of the memories.

“It’s whatever.” he grunted. “It happened. I can’t change it. Gotta live with it.”

“You miss her.”

Buzzsaw froze, his optics snapping on to the human. He stared, then couldn’t stop himself from slumping. “I so. I miss all of them. Primus help me, but I really do miss them.” he hissed, hating himself for it.

Cody put a hand on his chest. “I’m sorry they left you. You didn’t deserve it.”

He went still, then jerked his gaze away and focused on the paper. “Yeah. I suppose. But you have work to finish, don’t you? I can help.”

He seemed to understand that the avian was done with that topic of conversation, because the human dropped his hand and nodded, returning his own attention to the paper. “Sure. Thanks!”

Buzzsaw scoffed. “Don’t thank me yet. Now, let me see those problems. Tell me how you think you need to solve them, I’ll say something if your approach needs an adjustment.”

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Buzzsaw was alone when he woke up. That struck him as odd, especially since his chronometer cheerfully blinked up on his HUD to inform him that it was only midday. He’d checked twice. He dismissed the notice with a grumble, hopping out of his nest and wandering around the bunker. His wings were folded away, the damaged one finally having fully healed the day before. It was a relief to be able to relax it fully now.

He looked around, sending out a ping of his sensors, and picked up the signals of the Rescue Bots above him. He walked over to the large pad they used as an elevator, tapping the console with his beak and letting the platform lift him up. As soon as it stopped, he was walking out of the open doors of the building he’d been informed was called a “firehouse”. He picked up on some unidentifiable noises, following them to what ended up being a court for some sort of ball game. The Burns family and the Rescue Bots were all playing. After a moment of observation, Buzzsaw realized the objective of the game was to get the small ball into the small hoop that the opposite team was guarding. It reminded him just a little bit of Cube.

He made his way over to where a bench was sitting to the side of the court, hopping up onto it. It was just low enough he could manage that much without his wings. Then he turned his attention back to the game, watching curiously as the ball was tossed around. After a few minutes, a stray toss sent it in his direction. Buzzsaw tilted his helm up, catching the ball on the tip of his beak and bouncing it once, then he tipped his head, letting it roll to the top of his beak before he tossed his head to send the ball back towards the others.

Blades caught it, smiling when he saw the avian. “Good morning, Buzzsaw.” He greeted.

The Cassette nodded, turning his attention to Cody as the boy padded up to him.

“You’re awake!” he smiled. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I didn’t expect you to wake up so soon from your nap.”

“It’s fine.” Buzzsaw dismissed. “What are you playing?”

“Burns Ball! It’s version of a popular earth game we adapted for our own rules!” Cody said brightly. “Do you want to play a game?”

“My legs aren’t as efficient as all of yours and I can’t use my talons to grip when I’m on them.” he answered dryly.

Cody frowned, considering. “What if you could fly?”

“Is that really a good idea?” Kade interrupted.

Cody shrugged, then turned back to the avian. “Are you going to leave if we give you back your flight?”

“Where would I go?” Buzzsaw scoffed. “I refuse to return to the Decepticons, and I’d sooner eat my own thrusters than join the Autobots.”

Cody blinked, then beamed. It as clear he understood what Buzzsaw was really saying. It made him want to groan. He was getting soft. When had he gotten so easy to read? And by a tiny organic, no less.

“You won’t leave.” he translated. Then he turned to Blades. “Can you do it?” he asked hopefully.

Blades hummed, already walking over. “Are you sure?

“I’m sure.” Cody confirmed.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Buzzsaw offered in a low drawl. “Cody wanted to fix me, so now he’s stuck with me.”

Blades and Cody both giggled, but then copter bot got to work. The Cassette didn’t move as his turbines and anti-gravs were reconnected with his main flight system, and then Blades was stepping back.

Buzzsaw stood, wings spreading fully. He crouched, then leapt up and activated his turbines. They roared to life, his anti-gravs clicking on, and he let out a victorious shriek as he flew in a wide circle around the ball court. After another few circles and dives, he glided down to land next to Cody.

“So.” he hummed. “How about a ride?”

Cody jerked in surprise, and grinned. “Seriously?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I lack hands. I have no way of holding on to the ball, and my talons and beak would pop it.” he sniffed. “You’d be doing me a favor, honestly.

“Noble!” Cody breathed.

Buzzsaw had learned what Cody meant with that odd phrase in the last few weeks. He lowered his helm and bent his legs, letting the human clamber in to his back. He had a set of thrusters lower down on his back, but unlike Seekers, Jets, or Shuttles his only served the purpose of granting him a speed boost in the air. He didn’t actually need them to get airborne.

Once Cody was seated securely at the base of his neck, Buzzsaw straightened and took to the air. He circled the court, and with a toss of the ball, the game began.

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The rescue missions weren’t unusual. At least a couple times a week, something happened on the island that required the whole team to mobilize. Most of the time though, it was simple. An earth cat stuck in a tree, a lost hiker, a damaged traffic light. The type of thing that only required one or two of the Rescue Bots to handle. Today, it seemed, would not be one of those times.

It had started out peacefully. The Rescue Bots had been out of the bunker, taking care of various things around the island. Boulder was on a “nature walk” with Blades and their partners. Heatwave was with Kade at the school teaching a fire safety class. Chase and his partner were out on a patrol. Cody had remained behind, and he and Buzzsaw were seated on the couch of the lounge watching what the human had called “cable TV”. Buzzsaw didn’t get the point.

Then the program they’d been watching had been taken over by a news report. There was a massive landslide in the mountain that was threatening to bury the whole town. Immediately, the rescue alarm sounded and Cody was racing to the command center. Buzzsaw stayed where he was, as he usually did when an emergency occurred. On the screen, he watched the chaos unfold. Thankfully, the human reporter was there with his camera to record everything.

It didn’t take long for the Rescue Bots to get to the site. It seemed to be progressing well, from what the again observed. Then Blades flew too low, and a stray rock took out his tail rotor. He was forced to land, and the team lost their aerial view. Blades could still help the team on the ground, but without proper “eyes in the sky” as Cody had called it, they would doubtless miss things.

Buzzsaw didn’t really think before he hopped off the couch. He flew to the lift, tapping the console that raised it, and as soon as he had space he was flying up and out of the firehouse. He flew around to where he knew the command center was, noting that the main window was open. Good. He landed on the ledge, optics locking on the screens Cody was viewing. Yes, things were definitely going badly.

“Just hang on, everyone! I’ve called Optimus, he said he’ll be here as soon as he can!”

“Yo don’t need Prime. You need an aerial view. That’s why you’re missing things.”

Cody whirled around. “Buzzsaw!” he cried out. “That’s not possible. Blades is down and there’s no way he can fly with his tail rotor damaged.”

“I know.” the avian straightened. “I’ll go.”

Cody froze. “Buzzsaw, are you sure?”

Before the Cassette could respond, the comm. burst to life. Clearly the others had heard their discussion.

“There’s no time to debate this! Lives are at stake! Cody, do you trust Buzzsaw?” Chief Burns demanded.

“Yeah, Dad. I do.”

“Then give him a communicator and send him out here. He’s right. We need eyes in the sky.”

Cody looked up at him, then nodded. He dug around a drawer, then walked over to Buzzsaw with a comm. unit in hand. He let it magnetize itself to the side of the avian’s helm, and quickly returned to the command console. Buzzsaw would definitely need the comm. His internal comm. system was still disabled. He didn’t say anything to the human, and instead turned and took to the skies.

It didn’t take him long to reach the disaster site. Immediately, he could see where he was needed.

“Heatwave, around the corner from you there’s a boulder baring down on a human couple.” he said sharply.

The firetruck replied with an acknowledgment and went to take care of it. Buzzsaw didn’t pay any mind. He was already focusing on the next issue that needed addressing.

“Boulder, mud and stone are about to take out those houses behind you.”

The bulldozer quickly went to take care of it, digging a trench in front of the houses to keep them from being hit. Buzzsaw moved on.

“Chase, down the mountain from you there’s a human youngling trying to outrun the landslide.”

The police car was quick to move and save the child. Buzzsaw didn’t pay much more attention after that. He couldn’t afford to. He needed all his focus on finding the smaller emergencies within the larger landslide before they could happen. Cody trusted him. He was the first in many years to do so. Buzzsaw refused to let him down.

The boy had earned his loyalty, though damn him if he didn’t know when. He didn’t intend to disappoint the one who had so much faith that he could be more than what he had been. Failure here wasn’t an option.

It never was.

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By the end of the whole ordeal, Buzzsaw was reeling. He’d been part of a team again, even if only temporarily. It had been…nice. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it. But now the job was done, and he was on his way back to the firehouse. The others had remained behind to do cleanup work, and apparently Chief Burns would also need to explain his presence to the political leader of the town with an excuse.

He made his way back to the firehouse, his processor starting to calm after the excitement. As he neared, his sensors picked a Cybertronian signal in the courtyard where the basketball court was. It only took a moment to realize who it was. Cody had called in the Prime for help, but that help was no longer needed. That didn’t mean the message had gotten to Prime in time, though.

Sure enough, when the firehouse came into view Buzzzsaw saw Optimus Prime standing in the courtyard. Cody was at his pedes. The avian flew down, alighting on the back of the hoop in front of the larger bot. He would ordinarily have landed next to Cody, but he’d spent too long seeing the Prime as an enemy to put himself on the ground in front of the large mech.

“Buzzsaw.” Prime greeted. “I was told you provided aid to the Rescue Bots.”

Buzzsaw didn’t say anything.

“Tell me, what would you do if you were able to leave?”

“I can.” he snapped. “I’ve got flight. I’ve had it for a while.”

Prime’s lips twitched. “So you have.” he agreed. “Then what are your intentions?”

“Cody decided to get into my business. As far as I’m concerned, he’s stuck with me now, whether he likes it or not.” he scoffed.

Prime’s lips twitched again. Clearly, he had been able to read between the lines to understand what Buzzsaw was saying.

“In that case,” he rumbled. “How would you like to join the Rescue Bots here on Griffin Rock?”

Buzzsaw shuttered his optics. “What.” he deadpanned.

“Would you like to become a Rescue Bot, Buzzsaw?”

“I don’t believe that’s up to me, Prime.” he pointed out. “Or you, for that matter. You don’t lead the team.” he sneered.

“Oh, for Primus’s sake.” Heatwave’s voice came over the comm.

Oh. That was right. Buzzsaw was still hooked into the team’s communications system. The Prime must have opened the previously silent comm. line to Heatewve for at least part of the conversation.

“Choose for yourself, Buzzsaw.” Heatwave continued. “If you want to, we’ll all be happy to have you. You proved to be a good teammate today. No one will have a problem with it. Pit, I’m the one who told Optimus to make the offer before you got there.” Then the comm. clicked off.

“Oh.” Buzzsaw said.

“Indeed.” Prime seemed amused, the fragger. Buzzsaw hoped he got slagged. “What Will it be, then?”

The avian cocked his head sharply. “Ugh.” he made a noise of disgust. “You know what? Fine. The soft idiots need all the help they can get.”

Prime chuckled, then lifted his hand. The armor in his palm shifted, and then a laser was shooting out and hitting Buzzsaw’s chest. There was no pain from it, and he watched as the Rescue Bot badge was put on his armor. The laser stopped, and the Cassette spent a moment staring at the new mark emblazoned on his chestplate.

He looked up when he heard Prime move. “I must leave now, I’m afraid. I am needed elsewhere.” the mech said, inclining his head towards them. Then he walked to the road, folded into his alt-mode, and drove off.

Buzzsaw stared after him, and after a moment he fluttered down to land next to Cody. The human smiled up at him, then lowered his gaze to the new badge on his chest. He lifted a hand to press it over the black lines, looking pleased.

“You’re sure?” he said softly.

Buzzsaw scoffed. “I wouldn’t have agreed if I wasn’t sure. Like I told Prime. You made the decision to get involved with me, so now you’re stuck with me. I’m not leaving, no matter how much you want me to.” he said, his sneer lacking all its usual bite. He paused. “Besides,” he continued, his voice just a notch softer. “You really aren’t all that bad.”

Cody blinked once, then beamed.

Buzzsaw had to look away, feeling almost embarrassed. He hadn’t dared to hope for so many years, but it seemed Primus had deigned to show him kindness after all.

He’d finally found a new roost.

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Well. That’s done! That was long. It took me multiple days to write. But! It’s done!

I had fun with it. Buzzsaw is a grumpy asshole and Cody is very indulgent of his dramatics. And yes, I made him capable of speech. I know he and the Laserbeak can talk in the comics, so.

Also, please excuse my liberal use of headcanons for some of this. Anyway. I hope y’all liked it! I’m sorry it took so long to get out.

Until next time, folks!

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Are any of the Burns LGBTQA?

Hello, Transformers fans. Today’s topic is a question raised by the fabulous @petrichornial and considering that LGBTQA fanfiction is very popular in the Transformers lore, it does raise the question if any of the characters in Rescue Bots officially are. Before I get into my honest, respectful analysis, I want to make things crystal clear;

I think the concept of being LGBTQA being sin is not only ignorant, but also false. If the Lord had a problem with them, he wouldn’t keep putting them on this Earth. His concern is if we are good and the fact that LGBTQA people are capable of love is proof of goodness.

This is not an attack on slash fanfiction. Just because something isn’t or most likely isn’t true doesn’t mean you can’t have fun in your own AU fanfic. With that said, anyone who uses this article here as an attack on other fans who write slash fanfiction involving the Burns will be reported by me first. Yes, some slash fanfiction has unhealthy and sometimes, criminal undertones, but most doesn’t and most fans of it are harmless, so just leave them alone if you don’t like what they write.

Anyway, I will start by saying that I am absolutely sure that none of the Burns including uncle Woodrow are transgender, genderfluid or non-binary. We have seen them show enough skin to be able to tell that they are all born with the genders they identify as and there is no talk or scenes of them taking anything transgender people who have undergone surgery would still need. Also, none of them identify with the “they/them” pronoun. Each one of them identifies as “he/him” or “she/her” and consistently only identifies that way. So all this evidence tells us that none of them are non-binary or genderfluid and I am very sure none of them are transgender or intersex.

Now, we get into the gray area which is orientation and to do this analysis properly, I will observe each family member individually. First up is the head of the household and the star Chief Charlie Burns.

Charlie Burns has only shown a romantic interest in women as he was at one time married to a woman and he even got involved with a nurse during the course of the series, so he most definitely likes women. He is also very progressive as well as open minded as he welcomed aliens into his home and grew to love them as family, his best friend Doc Greene is black and he always shown kindness to everyone regardless of who or what they are. He is also confident enough to be openly in tuned with his masculine and feminine as he loves to wear that apron that has the torso of a woman in bikini on it. However, if he is so obvious about who is and has the confidence to put it on display this blatantly, I think it is very likely that he is straight as he has only shown a romantic interest in women and if he also had one in men, we would know by now. While I have no doubt that he would be very accepting if any of his kids, friends or relatives were gay/lesbian/bisexual, he is clearly not gay or bisexual himself. He is straight though clearly not narrow.

Next up is Kade Burns who we know for sure isn’t gay at least because he most certainly and shamelessly is head over heels for Hayley. Despite not being the sharpest tool in the shed or handling romance with an outdated approach, it is clear as day that his feelings towards Hayley are deep and he values what they have no matter how many times he fumbles. So he is most certainly not gay. With that all said, there is a small fraction of a chance that he might be bisexual or pansexual. While he has never shown a romantic interest in anyone who was not a woman or just not Hayley, the possibility is there and knowing how macho and insecure Kade can be, he would be in the closet about it in the beginning.

Then we have Dani Burns who like Kade, cannot be a homosexual because she had a very real relationship with Taylor despite it being complicated and at times, on the verge of not working out. She clearly can be attracted to men so she is not a lesbian. However, like her older brother, it is possible that maybe she is bisexual or pansexual, though if she was, she would be open about it because Dani is a lot like their father Charlie. She is open and proud about who she is, so if she does swing either of those ways and we just did not get the chance to see it, she would not hide it.

Next up is the heroic nerd Graham who like the others listed so far is also not a homosexual because he too has been in a romantic relationship with someone of the opposite gender who might add is also a great match for him: Amy. So that puts that to rest. Like Kade and Dani, it is possible that he is bisexual or pansexual, but we never got a chance to see it. If he did swing either way, like Dani, he would most likely be open about it simply because Graham is pretty easy going about what he is for the most part.

Now, the wild cards start coming out. When it comes to orientation, Cody Burns is a blank slate because he’s just a child. He is not romantically aware yet altogether, so the idea of dating or kissing anyone disgusts him in general. Also, his relationship with Frankie Greene is clearly just them being best friends and it is heavily implied in the series that it will never be anything beyond that. However, I recall that in one episode where he was physically aged into an adult, he displayed disgust when Hayley kissed him. It could simply be that he still had the mind and emotionally maturity of a little boy so romantic gestures would be off putting to him. Mind you, it could have been a sign that he could be or rather, will turn out to be gay or asexual when he matures. In Rescue Bot Academy, Cody is a teenager and has no interest in girls or romance in general which backs up the possibility that he might be asexual. Or like me (I’m straight if you’re curious), he is simply a late bloomer when it comes to being romantically aware and will not show in interest in relationships until his adult years. In short, Cody is to officially be determined, but there are some possible flags that hint that he just might be asexual or gay. Like I said though, these are just possible little flags and officially, he’s still just a blank slate.

Lastly, we have Woodrow who we know for sure is single, always has been and remains so throughout the series’ run while showing no romantic interest to anyone altogether nor does he ever bring up ever having had a crush, ex or dream significant other. While it is never officially confirmed, evidence suggests that Woodrow is most likely asexual. It is possible that he can be something else on the list yet isn’t interested in a long term relationship, but if I had to wager, I would go with him being asexual.

And that concludes my analysis. Overall, the possibility of any of the Burns family being LGBTQA+ is there, but in very specific ways and when it comes to Charlie, the evidence suggests that he is as straight as they come. I hope my analysis was fair and respectful. Like I said, I could be wrong, but I am just going by the facts that I have before me.

Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think of this theory. And please, have a good day and stay safe.

PS: Support LGBTQA+ rights. Like I mentioned before, if you have the capacity for love, that alone is proof of goodness within and this group is not the exception. They merit just as much kindness, respect and decency as any other people do.

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