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Warlord Ratchet: A Fascinating Concept
“And to think, the Doctor of Doom’s mad quest for power continues...! His marauders pursued us to this planet’s orbit.”
What gets me about Megatron telling Orion Pax that the current dilapidated condition of Cybertron was brought about by the Warlord Ratchet, Doctor of Doom (aside from the concept in and of itself) is that he also states that Ratchet has a legion of marauders who carry out his bidding
and because marauders are raiders, and Megatron states they were “pursued by marauders” to Earth, the implication is that Ratchet is not on Earth himself--
-- which is smart on Megatron’s behalf, because this would deter Orion from potentially attempting to leave in order to confront Ratchet and instils a concern that perhaps marauders may appear at any time (at this point, Orion Pax does not yet realise that he is armed and is operating under the belief that he is still an Archivist and therefore not Warrior Class)
but also, this gives us the incredible mental image of Ratchet milling around in some kind of rusted fortress made from the remains of several different Cybertronian buildings, quite possibly the remnants of Iacon -- maybe even the central hospital there, converted into a hive of terror
still living on an otherwise uninhabited planet, with a loyal band of raiding troops who scavenge the remains of their world and possibly other planets as well (as we know these marauders supposedly have space capable vessels), quite possibly doing so in order to source spare parts and other various salvage -- Ratchet is a medic, who knows how he’s been having to piece together his army, repairing them from the remains of random citizens?
and he supposedly, presumably either from his makeshift base in the shadows of Cybertron or from a war ship of some kind, commanded an army of raiders to chase Megatron and his followers as far away as Earth
“I cannot imagine Ratchet capable of such horrors!”
I can only guess at what Orion Pax was thinking in this moment, aside from his immediately stated disbelief: What drove Ratchet to such lengths? What happened to turn his compassionate, caring friend into a warlord capable of carrying out inconceivable destruction? How could such a thing occur, especially at the hands of a respected medic, someone he thought he knew so well?
Would Orion Pax start to blame himself, for what was clearly the brutal decline of one of his greatest friends? I can imagine him starting to wonder if there was anything he could do, any signs of discontent, any indication that Ratchet was headed down a violent, dark path.
And I’m sure he would be concerned about Ratchet himself, as well. How is Ratchet faring, nearly entirely alone on their planet save for his loyal bandits, as aged and worn as he ever has been, possibly accepting a lonely inevitable death on an already dead world?
Or does Warlord Ratchet have yet more plans in store, his instruments of destruction poised to afflict themselves upon other worlds as well?
The Doctor of Doom: How Could This Happen?
It’s somewhat easy to dismiss the idea of Ratchet being this “Doctor of Doom”, because it so wildly opposes what we know of the character and what we know actually occurred with the war.
But when you think about it for a little bit, an unhinged Ratchet would very much be a formidable opponent, especially with his social position in pre-war Cybertron giving him more immediate access to higher class/caste areas than many others would have been able to reach...
...Perhaps this Warlord Ratchet was able to work his way into the Council’s good graces, possibly after attending to one of them after an injury and restoring them to health, gradually manipulating the Senate from the inside in order to secure more power, resources, allies, and ultimately the whole of Cybertron for himself-- Leading to a violent conflict which resulted in the destruction of their world?
With his medical knowledge, even if he started out with a fairly small number of followers and whatever troops he could finesse away from the Council, he may very well have “built” some himself-- We do see in TFP that protoforms may be possible to manipulate into certain frame types, or some types of “cloning” may be possible.
Any version of Ratchet without morals (or at the very least without any medical ethics) is a very dangerous Ratchet.
Repairing the injured via patching them together with the remains of fallen comrades, creating a “zombie” army. Ghoulish, lumbering soldiers, marauders held together with armour designed for other frame types. Instructing his former colleagues (who would likely have at least started out with some inclination to follow him) to carry out “repairs” in such a way.
Warlord Ratchet himself may have chosen to ingest dark energon much like Megatron actually did, perhaps out of a desire to create a new fuel source once Cybertron began to go dark and natural fuel sources began to dwindle. We already know that our actual Ratchet wasn’t afraid to test synthetic energon on himself, with similar motivations.
His base of operations would quite possibly be Iacon’s medical centre, turned into a horrific hive-like structure, some wards actively still in use for repairs (at least for his own followers) and other areas dedicated to terrifying research, with supply basements full of experimental tech and defensive weaponry.
Ratchet’s more support class (as opposed to warrior class) approach to things may well carry over to Warlord Ratchet’s approach to war-- An emphasis on intelligence ops, R&D, indirect and direct manipulation, initial political manoeuvring from within the existing system, and defensive systems to counter any munitions etc. that may come his way from opposing forces.
His initial goals may well have genuinely been intended to improve Cybertron, to help people. Much like Megatron, back when he was Megatronus and wanted a more egalitarian, fair society.
After working on lower class/caste bots who were nearly offlined from a lack of maintenance, poor to no access to healthcare prior to being dragged to him, etc. it may have been the catalyst for his decision to start using his upper class social contacts in an effort to change things from the inside out.
Unfortunately, in this universe in which Warlord Ratchet rose to power, things may have derailed just as severely as they did with Megatronus and his initially well-intentioned efforts.
The longer you think about it, the more plausible it could be.
It would be easy for Megatron to build further upon this idea to manipulate Orion Pax, that Ratchet truly could have done this.
I’m sure Orion Pax did not recharge well, his first night on the Nemesis.
Where did things go wrong? What happened to his friend? How could he do this to their world, a world that Ratchet loved so much?
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IDK I just think “Warlord Ratchet” is an incredible idea, and I would have been totally fine if they did a whole season of TFP with the Orion Pax concept lmao
also holy shit Ratchet in a built up fortress of a former hospital with a band of marauders under his command is such a powerful mental image
[Screenshot: TFP Episode - Orion Pax, Part One]
#tfp#transformers prime#megatronus#megatron#tfp megatron#tfp orion pax#orion pax#tf ratchet#tfp ratchet#maccadam#maccadams#warlord ratchet#me thinkin out loud again#long post
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Typing in only “ratchet” on google and then staring at a bunch of tools being VERY confused as to wtf is going on
Then I remember I live in a world and then going on the search again to specify that I need my fictional ratchet
Only to be met with-
Why is ratchet and clank a thing again ?! D:<
Anyways my brain finally kicks in and I type “ratchet transformers”
Only to be disappointed ONCE MORE with this motherfucker
Such an adventure
All I wanted was this gif
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For Warlord Twitch what if we did both? Hot Rod come into existence just a little bit before the war restarts and we get some prime Thrash (Thrash prime? Motus Prime? *motus is Latin for movement. Tero Prime? *also Latin, as a verb it can mean like thrash or flail)
I need a name for the new Bots and cons I'm not sure what to do for them. I mean the name for this au comes from the whole Warlord Ratchet thing in tfp and the sceen revolving around Twitch
Starscream and Hashtag aren't exsactly sided in the war they're more of watching from the sidelines in hiding. Jawbreaker is ethier with Thrash or I imagine he didn't like what Twich is doing but Twitch being determined not to lose anyone else has him prisoner (Maybe we can do the same thing with Hashtag and Starscream? Idk just and idea)
The old decepticons ethier jump at the chance to get revenge or are joining out of a weariness of these new autobots but they're all curious to see what Twitch will do
Bumblebee is distraught by what's become of his mentees (I'm kinda tempted to ethier kill Bee or put him in stasis like we did with Megatron)
Elita, I kinda want to also shove her in stasis but what if she was on Twitchs side to look out for her? But also she could be an amazing mentor for Thrash, there's too many good options
I mostly imagined JB with Thrash!!
Also oooo on Tero Prime as a name!!
Thrash prime is still an option if we want
The idea of Hashtag and Starscream not wanting to be involved in the new war but being stuck with this new Twitch would be so interesting ngl
I feel like it would be a mix of what you suggested: decepticons who joined Twitch because revenge, ones who joined because they don't trust the new autobots, may I also suggest mecha who join because it's a confirmed meal and place to stay, as well as mecha who just don't know what to do with themselves after the war and are returning to what's familiar to them (fighting)
I am VERY tempted to shove Bee into stasis with Megatron and let everyone assume he's dead again yes yes, but it would also be so fucked up if he was with Thrash and the autobots 2.0 and watching as the war reignited.
It'd be an interesting change of pace for Lita to stay with Twitch and at least try to help her
though I too am absolutely tempted to shove several of the older bots into stasis— or, rather, Optimus do it right before he sacrifices himself in typical Optimus fashion because that'd be such a fucking moment.
#maccadam#transformers#tfe optimus prime#tfe twitch#tfe hashtag#tfe megatron#tfe bumblebee#tfe thrash#tfe jawbreaker#tfe starscream#tfe elita one#tfp ratchet#hot rod#warlord!twitch au#transformers earthspark#as far as new terrans we can steal from various continuities
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Someone: have you considered shipping Optimus in a... um... healthier relationshi--
Me: -- No.
#no shade cuz there are many great ship flavors out there#but me? i need that bitterness. i need the drama. its about the universe tearing them apart!! its about power dynamics!!! AAAAAAAAA#like if i were optimus irl? i'd go for a good pal like Jazz or Ratchet#bUT SINCE IM NOT AND I CAN PLAY WITH THE DOLLS HOWEVER I WANT HUEHUEHUEHUEHUE he gets to clang bits with a warlord
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{ @autobotmedic }
"If I may suggest," purrs Starscream's voice, "a reputation is an excellent motivator."
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Post-war Megop but let's make it horny.
So, Megatron and Optimus sometimes have one offs time to time, usually when everybody else is busy so no one suspects that their leaders are fragging the daylights outta eachother. This continues and it turns softer, Megatron isn't as rough as before but will go all out when Optimus begs for it, when he wants to be treated like a whore. (This results in longer aftercare but neither minds)
At some point Optimus starts to feel off, his spark and chassis feel hot, he feels naseuos randomly, and his libido dries up and revives whenever. Of course he decides to ignore it because he doesn't want to disturb Ratchet since he's busy adjusting on the new cybertron. During a meeting however, he starts to get restless, he tries to ignore the ache between his legs but his valve just keeps sending pulses of pleasure through him whenever his thighs rub together. His proccesor is filled with thoughts of being pounded and..oh, he can't help but imaging being speared on Megatron's spike in front of everyone else, it surely would make the scene. Optimus's patience wears thin and he decides to comm his partner, Megatron opens it and let's out a small gasp at how descriptive Optimus was being, Soundwave asks him what's wrong and he waves off his concern. He takes a deep breath and from across the table he can see the most lust filled expression on his Prime.
:.Not now Optimus.: Megatron sends back, his spark is pounding in its casing and he tries his damn best to not shove him on the floor and take him right then and there.
:.But don't you want to mark me, make them see how much of a slut I am for you.: Optimus responds, and that was the last straw for Megatron. The rest of the occupants picked up on the tension and before they knew it the ex-warlord was pinning Optimus to the floor. With a growl he bit his neck making him in turn let out the most exquisite moan he's ever heard.
Shouts were heard as Optimus opened his panel and Megatron slid into his entrance with ease, the sounds of metal on metal reverberated through the room, Ultra Magnus, Soundwave, and Prowl exited it as they started to get louder. Jazz, Shockwave, and Ratchet stared, wether in disbelief or in arousal, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that Optimus was getting bred in front of them and Megatron felt pleased with himself. His valve spasmed around his spike and he sobbed as Megatron continued to thrust into him, every node was lit up and he whimpered as he felt his anterior node get brutally rubbed. It felt like hours to him but before he knew it Megatron was filling him up with his transfluid, some leaked out onto the floor below and a breathy sigh left him when he felt that thick length soften and exit him.
"Well what a show, damn, that was hot as pit." Jazz said with a smile. Ratchet looked downright horrified when they finished and dragged himself outta the room. "I need a drink", was heard when he left. "Interesting." Was all that Shockwave muttered as he wrote one last thing on his datapad and followed after Ratchet. "Take care of him!" Jazz exclaimed while he ran out to tell Prowl what he saw.
Optimus groggily stared up at him, his valve still clenching weakly and leaking so much transfluid and lubricant not even Megatron was sure how it all didn't somehow make his plating bulge.
"Are you alright?
"Yeeess.." Optimus slurred out before passing out in Megatron's arms.
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Turns out the reason for Optimus' sudden interface drive was caused by the little sparks he was carrying. Ratchet berated and lectured him but he couldn't care less, his thoughts drifted to his now official bondmate.
He had many requests for him to fulfill when he became all round and heavy with their kin.
#valveplug#optimus prime#megatron#megop#mechpreg#I've had this idea for a while and decided to give it out to the wolves#Not my best work but I'm tired and want to sleep#Bottom Optimus Supremacy
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In tfp do you think the vehicon play games when other bots are looking? Like soundwave is off on a mission so some vehicons decided were just gonna play 20 questions. I feel like it would be a little funny.
I bet they absolutely do.
The Vehicons have to keep all their games on the down low to avoid Starscream or some other Commander stopping them. So most of their games are either easy to hide, or require no tools at all. There are a few rather popular games amongst the Vehicons that are their preferred choice of pass time when they can't leave their posts but still have nothing much to do.
Obviously, the most common game is cards. But of course, it is not as simple as one might think. A Vehicon needs to be worthy to play the game, and they way they do this is by trading for the cards that one uses to begin with. Every card is specially crafted, each modeled after a notable wartime character, Autobot or Decepticon. In order for a card to be produced, a piece of the character in question must be gathered and quite literally put into the card. Usually this means having to grab a piece of shed plating before anyone notices. As such, cards have increadible rarity and the strength of each card is determined by how many are in circulation, whether or not the character is dead, and the edition of the card.
It is honestly less about the game and more about the collecting and production process. Sure, the Vehicons will actually play the card game using real life stats around each character, but more often it is a trading match. Three Starscreams for one Whirl. No one has seen Blaster since Cybertron went dark, so his card is worth four Bumblebees. Eight Optimi for two first edition Orion Pax cards (an ultra rare collectable considering most of Orion Pax's plating fell off LONG ago.) Four Megatrons for two Megatronus cards, and two Megatronus cards for one D-16 (Soundwave has the only known D-16 copy and no one is willing to take it from him.)
The cards are highly valued and often taken excellent care of. Only some Vehicons are certified to make more via the general agreement of the troops. The most sought after cards are by far the:
Party Ambulance Ratchet: Only three are known to exist and Pharma absolutely has one and Optimus may or may not have the other. It is unconfirmed. There are rumors the remaining one is floating around in a different Vehicon battalion, so the Vehicons have no yet lost hope for it.
Gladiator Soundwave: There are two known copies of this card, and many believe Soundwave claimed both. ST3V3 swears up and down that Megatron has one, but few are willing to go ask the warlord to confirm.
Rumble & Frenzy: A duo card that has long since gone out of production in light of the minicons deaths. There are perhaps fifty somewhere in the galaxy and only one Vehicon on the Nemesis has a copy. He keeps it in perfect condition.
End Your Life Tarn: One very VERY unfortunate Vehicon managed to get enough off Tarn to create a singular legendary card. Myths say that it may still exist somewhere in the ether, in Tarn's personal collection, or somewhere else in the universe.
Senator Proteus: Why does it exist? No one is entirely sure since he died early into the war. But a Vehicon has a copy of the card and it is said that six others may still be around. No one cares much for Proteus, but his card is rare and thus valuable considering the mech has been dead for millennia.
#transformers#maccadam#transformers prime#vehicons#cybertronian culture#transformers shenanigans#megatron#optimus prime#soundwave#rumble and frenzy#tarn#senator proteus#ratchet
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Concept, mtmte Megatron accidentally adopts young human buddy.
Like there's basically just a teenager on the lost light, and because teenagers have no fear of death, they go out of their way to interact with the ex-warlord.
Time goes on, and eventually, when Megatron realizes the dynamic he has, he goes into a typical angsty brooding session. Bonus points if it has Brooklyn 99 energy of Peralta accidently calling holt 'dad' energy.
I really do enjoy your blog because a lot of the stuff is either platonic or familial, and that's my favorite shit. Hope you have a good day and drink water.
Thank you for the compliment! I have been drinking water and been having a pretty decent day. Now, Human Buddy who knows no fear is about to strike the fear of their well being upon others! Megatron is their prime target...
Hope you enjoy!
Megatron 'accidentally' adopting human Buddy who fears nothing
SFW, familial, platonic, mentions of injuries but nothing graphic or in details, Human reader
MTMTE/LL
Oh, Buddy starts off as the bane of his existence.
Buddy joins the lost light before the events of Delphi happen. Meaning they have been dealing with everyone’s problems since a little over day one.
Let’s give Buddy some context.
By sheer luck, Buddy managed to enter the Cybertronain/ Human Liaison program and was now the proud representative in the Lost Light.
Many bots on the Lost Light thought that this would be a little liaison and would be a bit fearful of the hulking giants around them or some sleazy politician. Some were just curious as they had never seen a human until that moment.
Rodimus is preparing for a Prowl like or Magnus like person to board the bridge. That’s usually who they send when it comes to relations, except Marrisa Fairborn, she was an exception.
At first Buddy did come off as someone overly polite… that was soon going to change.
“Welcome Buddy aboard the Lost Light.”—Ultra Magnus
“Thank you, Ultra Magnus sir.”--Buddy
“And I will be your Captain! The names Rodimus Prime.”--Rodimus
“Well, I’m just Buddy. Sorry but I should be entering my room now before take-off. Thank you again for the introduction sirs. I hope to find you soon?”--Buddy
“Absolutely, we will start the meeting in an hour in the meeting room down your hall.”—Ultra Magnus
“Thank you.”--Buddy
“…Great another stick in the mud…”--Rodimus
“Oh, hush they seem like a nice human.”—Ultra Magnus
A week later
“Hey Rodimus, I bet you can throw me into that mattress over there.”--Buddy
“Oh? You’re on!”--Buddy
“I have the reports ready—OH SWEET PRIMUS! BUDDY!”—Ultra Magnus
Timeskip
“So let me get this straight… You bet Rodimus, one of the most impulsive and childish bots on bourd—”--Ratchet
“Hey!”--Rodimus
“To THROW you across the room to a small mattress and it didn’t occur to you that you could bounce off the mattress!?”--Ratchet
“Well at least all the blood is internal right? That’s were the blood is supposed to be?”--Buddy
“…”--Ratchet
“Oh Primus…”—Ultra Magnus
“Oh, Primus indeed.”--Rodimus
Buddy does not know what ‘self-preservation’ is. Its not in their vocabulary. Ratchet has lost count of the amount of times that Buddy has come in the med bay with an injury that was caused by some atrociously dumb plan.
“Alright… what’s the damage today? Whirl brought you in this time so it must be bad.”—Ratchet
“Rude.”—Buddy and Whirl
“Well, I’m waiting. What happened?”--Ratchet
“Well… I was trying to follow Skids trails through the vents, which is so cool to visit—”--Buddy
“Kid.”--Ratchet
“Right. Well, I thought I could jump across the vent opening and kind a didn’t…”--buddy
“What?”--Ratchet
“Good thing Whirl was there to break my fall! Sorry again Whirl for the glass.”--Buddy
“Next time you bust my glass at least do a flip next time you fall on your back.”--Whirl
“What you fell on your back?! You have glass imbedded in it!”--Ratchet
“Huh? That explains why my back hurts so much.”--Buddy
“…”--Ratchet
Rodimus takes it back he loves this little human. Buddy is his best human friend. Whirl wins this though, he already asked Buddy to be his Amica Endura, and they accepted!
“Hey Ratchet—”--Drift
“Shh!”--Ratchet
“Rude—”--Drift
“No. It’s quiet… to quiet…”--Ratchet
“What do you think we are going to get attack?”--Drift
“…No, it’s something much worse.”--Ratchet
“What could be worse—”--Drift
“Its Whirl and Buddy! They haven’t made noise in about 10 minutes!”--Ratchet
“Ratchet I think that them not making noise—”--Drift
BAM!
“Eat floor Cyclonus!”--Whirl
“Whirl! Run! He’s gaining on us!”--Buddy
“I stand corrected.”--Drift
They make friends with a lot of bots on board. Many are happy to meet an individual such as Buddy. But this also comes at a cost. Many bots have to watch for Buddy in case something bad happens to them. They are so small and they keep getting into dangerous situations!
Rung has a line of bots that express the same worry for Buddy one day doing something dumb and not being able to come back from it.
Buddy knows no fear.
How does the crew know this?
Buddy made it their life job to make Megatron uncomfortable when they found out he was going to be the Co-Captain.
“Hey! MegaDork!”--Buddy
“Hmm?”--Megatron
Bucket of oil falls from door.
“Theres more were that came from Bucket Head! That’s for Earth!”--Buddy
Megatron can’t do anything about it. He hates organics and he can’t kill this one, not without causing another war. When Ravage shows up, he thinks that Buddy might back down a bit. I mean what human in their right of mind would try and continue to prank him when ravage is around? Buddy takes this as a challenge that needs to be beaten. If anything, Ravage helps a bit.
“He slipped on the paint! Go! Go! Go!”--Buddy
“Ravage!?”--Megatron
“All is fair in music tapes and war Megatron.”—Ravage
Buddy has the ring tone of Megs comm to “Be Prepared” from the Lion King. Swerve helped them put in the music. He laughed nonstop when it first worked.
They are petty.
Everyone is on edge whenever those two are in the same room.
Half ready to shoot Megatron down the other half to get Buddy to safety once they manage to trigger Megatron.
Is there any chance that Megatron will get a break?
Yes, yes, he does.
He managed to finally get a place holder for a poetry night in one of the classrooms. Not to his surprise no bot shows up. He is about to leave when he hears the quick little sets of footsteps coming in.
“Wait! Wait! Hold the door! I’m here! I’m here!”--Buddy
“Buddy?”--Megatron
“I’m not late, am I? I just saw the flyer from Swerve. And—hold on—sprinted from my room back here.”--Buddy
“Oh, umm, no one came…”--Megatron
“Oh, okay then its just us two them Big Guy?”--Buddy
“Wait—”--Megatron
“Call dibs on the chair on the left.”--Buddy
Megatron never pegged Buddy to be into poetry. He is also floored with Buddy actually talking to him and giving pointers on how to improve his own pieces of work. Even referring to other poets’ works so he could get some inspiration!
He nearly misses the shy look Buddy gives when he compliments their work.
He thinks that this is a onetime thing.
He is deeply mistaken.
“Hey Megs! You ready for today’s meeting?”--Buddy
“Oh, yes I am.”--Megatron
“Good! I have a bunch of works that need to be peer reviewed and I can’t trust Rodimus to look over these; and Whirl sadly isn’t an option for these either.”--Buddy
“Why don’t you ask Magnus? Surely, he could also help?”--Megatron
“And have him explain to me the importance of an Oxford comma when I forgot to put one in my writing? Yeah no, I need your optics for this.”--Buddy
“…Me?”--Megatron
Buddy no longer causes too much trouble for the Ex-warlord. Still trouble but not as much as last time. They always come to the poetry club and even managed to snag a couple of their friends to come with.
He is not going to admit to anyone, well maybe Ravage, that he started growing a soft spot for them.
“Ravage… I think I might be growing fond of Buddy…”--Megatron
“Congratulations! You’re officially the last one to know.”--Ravage
These little interactions begin happening more and more, Megatron is just happy that things are finally going well.
Then it happened.
It was at Swerve’s.
He was sitting at the bar looking over Buddy’s latest writing with Buddy, themselves sitting patiently. He gives a compliment and gives them back the writing.
“You’ve improved Buddy. These are getting better with more time.”--Megatron
“Thanks Dad.”--Buddy
“…”--Everyone
“Why is everyone so quiet?”--Buddy
“You just called Megatron here, ‘Dad’.”--Whirl
“What’s a ‘Dad’?”--Tailgate
“No! I didn’t say ‘Dad’! I just said, ‘Thanks Man!’”--Buddy
“I don’t know Buddy. It sounded a lot like ‘Dad’ to me.”--Whirl
“Seriously, what’s a ‘Dad’?”--Tailgate
“Well, you heard wrong Whirl!”--Buddy
“Do you see me as a father figure Buddy?”--Megatron
“No! I see you as a bother figure if anything.”--Buddy
“Hey respect your Dad!”--Ratchet
“Is no one going to tell me what a ‘Dad’ is?”--Tailgate
After that interaction, Buddy begins to avoid Megatron after the confrontation and nearly shuts down when someone brings up the event. Megatron really wants to talk to buddy about the incident but decides not to. Maybe it was a mistake.
He broods over it for a while.
He finds Buddy again at Swerve’s where a rather drunk bot was making fun of Buddy for their little ‘slip up’.
“Wow Fleshy. You messed be so messed up in the processor to call Megatron your Dad.”—Drunk Bot
“Hey drop it.”--Buddy
“Oh, look at me! I’m so scared of a human how I could flick across the room if I wanted to.”—Drunk Bot
“Oh, please I know that barely existing processor of yours isn’t that dumb. But even then, I hope Natural selection takes you if you follow through that threat.”—Buddy
It was getting to the point where it was becoming insensitive.
Bots around were getting uneasy at the conversation and some looked like they were going to come over and do something.
Megatron is quicker.
As he strides over, he is met with the infamous brick of parenthood. Should he really take up such a mantle?
He takes that mantle by the horns and makes it his.
“My child, is something wrong?”--Megatron
Voice crack “Nope. Just Peachy.”--Buddy
Everyone looks over.
Buddy is just beaming.
Megatron has no regrets saying what he said, he lets Buddy know this.
No, Buddy isn’t crying. You’re the one crying.
#transformers#transformers x reader#more than meets the eye#mtmte x reader#mtmte rodimus#mtmte megatron#mtmte ultra magnus#mtmte ratchet#mtmte whirl#mtmte drift#maccadam#human buddy
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I'm so damn amazed by this 🤩
The voice acting in tfp is so satisfying, they dont always sound like normal cartoon characters, its like real people, having normal conversations.
their talking and the sound of their voice, no matter who it is, has a specific soft tone in a way, that makes it very much humane.
I mean optimus' voice is always calming, but when ratchet or megatron have calm moments in the series, it is almost heartwarming how humane they come across.
Maybe im overreacting to this, it just gives the show more depth from another perspective.
Also, Ratchet the warlord really cracks me up😂
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Hello! How are you? This is my first time requesting so I hope this is okay, but can I request a shorter scenario g1 Optimus, Ratchet, Jazz and Ironhide with a human s/o lives for chaos? They would point at Megatron and say ‘bitch’ just for the reaction. 🩵
Cursing Megatron out
Ps I'm sleep deprived af it's 12am right now and just finished this so enjoy.
Word count: 2.3k
Warning: description of fighting, swearing
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Optimus Prime
They yell loudly as Megatron goes to grab them, they smash him in the face with a tire iron as he is then tackled by Optimus. The Decepticon leader had ruined their date night. They flip him off as Optimus throws Megatron across the ground, his servo wraps around them quickly pulling them closer as they scramble up onto his shoulder. "Eat shit and die Fuck face!" They yell at Megatron.
Optimus clutched their small form protectively against his plating, battling protocols roaring. Had circumstances been different, the Prime would have roared in fury at your fierce defence against the tyrant but he was dealing with trying to keep them safe.
Megatron howled, clutching a fist to his dented face as energon streamed between digits. His optics blazed murder, craving nothing more than to snuff the fluttering spark of Optimus' and the human he held so closely.
"You've made a grave error this day, little beast. No corpse shall hide you from my wrath!" Megatron bellowed, brandishing his fusion cannon as if to raze the very earth. His field screamed promised agony that sent lesser mechs scampering for shelter.
Optimus vented his battle mask into place, tucking them securely against the safety of his backstrut. weapons primed and wrathful fields promising eons of hurt against any who dared to touch his Human.
"You shall not harm them, Megatron. Leave. now. while your spark yet functions," Optimus warned in a voice low and in a heavy growl that sounded feral and unlike the Prime.
"Maybe you should get Shockwave to give you a facial reconciliation!, oh wait I did it already!" They sneer back from Optimus' shoulder at Megatron. Their teeth are bared at him as they snarl. If anyone else had seen the human they would have thought they were an animal.
Optimus suppressed an amused sigh at their show of fangs, so small yet fearless against the monster terrorising his people for millennia. Megatron bellowed in foaming rage, lunging toward where they perched upon Optimus's armoured pauldron. "Insolent pest! I shall grind your bones to powder and force-feed them to - aggh!"
A well-placed shot from Optimus's ion blaster struck the warlord, toppling the tyrant shrieking to the dirt. "Last warning, Megatron. Leave. or face me," Optimus rumbled, field pulsing protectiveness intertwined with fierce Protection.
With a snarl Megatron takes off. Once both Optimus and his human lover settle from the adrenaline and battle protocols. Optimus cradled their small form within his battle-worn servo, venting slow ex-vapor to purge lingering fumes. His optics dimly regarded their fragile body.
"That was a foolish act of bravery, little one," Optimus rumbled gently, digit carefully brushing across their forehead and down their cheek admiring their eyes alight with fire. His spark swelled at the determination.
"Sorry, I.. I got caught up in the moment, he missed me off ruining date night" they huff out while pressing their face into his neck cabling. Their body shakes from the adrenaline. "I hit Megatron with a tire iron" they whisper as it slowly registers in their own brain.
Optimus vented a soft huff of static, equal parts worry and weary amusement filling his field at their admission. "A valiant act indeed, though foolhardy against one as powerful as he," rumbled Optimus, vocals warm with approval despite the danger of the situation. His optics flicker in fondness. “Please do not do that again”
Ratchet
Megatron let's out a horrific scream as he gets electrocuted. He hadn't noticed the humans who had shoved the taser between the plates of his armour. "Get Tazered Bitch, not so fucking tough now huh?" They shout at the downed Decepticon only to be scooped up by Ratchet. Ratchet swept them into his servo with a staticky huff, deftly dodging the warlord's flailing blows as voltage shocks wracked Megatron's colossal frame. His field buzzed approval at their fearless defence of him.
"Reckless sparkling! You'll deactivate my rusting struts with stunts like that," Ratchet grumbled, though optics shone bright relief beneath grizzled plating. Megatron howled upon the earth, shaking off aftershocks that would crush the stoutest Autobot, madness glinting a terrifying helm snapped halfway 'twixt beast and machine.
Ratchet backed swiftly from flailing reach, hoisting their small form beyond harm's sight. Ratchet takes off transforming around them before he begins scolding the for how stupid they were, how dangerous it was. And the fact Megatron would personally hunt them now.
"Have you any idea how foolish that stunt was?!" Ratchet's engine revved indignantly even as he sped across the scarred earth, his cabin vibrating with barely-suppressed wrath and equal measure relief.
His sensors remained fixed upon the precious organic cargo nestled within his altforms cab, monitoring vital readings "Do you want a personal vendetta from Megatron? Because that's how you get a personal vendetta, you glitched little slagger!" Medical scans analysed each minute shift of breath.
"Reckless, Just...do not scare me so, small one," Ratchet rumbled quietly, worried and care etched in every bolt and wire.
"He had it coming Ratchet, plus that Amazon taser is getting a 10/10. 'WORKS GREAT, I Tazed a large alien warlord and he screamed like a bitch, will in fact work on creeps on the street' " they laugh while they look in the revision mirror to make sure they aren't being followed by said Decepticon.
Despite himself, Ratchet's engine sputtered an amused huff at their tone - so fearless in the face of giants who had destroyed armies. "Oh I've no doubt - the reviews certainly won't lack colour!" Ratchet agreed wryly, subtly activating scanners to sweep their escape route while watchful optics remained pinned to their reflection.
His vents sighed relief upon confirming no stalking signatures upon their trail, enemy or otherwise. Swinging wide the Ark's bunker doors, Ratchet transformed with care not to jostle his delicate cargo. Blue optics peered down aglow with a glare "Come now, troublemaker. No more outings for the next month for you while the oaf licks his wounds." His states while guiding them to the medbay.
“no fair Ratchet!”
Jazz
They cling onto Jazz as the bot hides behind a boulder, multiple autobots had been out when the Decepticons had attacked. They are held tightly by Jazz as he debates the best possible to get them out of there unscaved.
Jazz vented softly, hugging their form protectively against his plating as pedefalls rumbled outside their scant cover.
"Ain't nothin' t'fear, li'l light. Ol' Jazz'll getcha outta here one piece, ya feel me?" he murmured soothing static against their ear, subtly scanning surroundings through plating. An opening presented itself, if he could provide distraction just long enough...
Pressing a swift kiss to their forehead, Jazz.” Go, sweetspark! Ain't got but a klik - I'm right behind ya!" Jazz called desperately over the roar of weapons, swerving and banking with abandon to keep pursuers engaged but alive.
"Hey ol' buckets 'a bolts! Over here!" With that, he peeled from cover in a burst of speed, transforming mid-leap to present the biggest possible target, tailfins flared wide. Weapon systems engaged, greeting the three pursuing seekers with enthusiastically snarky exclamations as he led them on a merry chase. His sole purpose in those seconds - buy precious time, before sharply veering back toward cover with afterburners blazing.
They do take off running but stop as they see Megatron advancing towards Jazz. They aren't far from either bot and in a split moment of bravery or stupidity their shoe is off and being flung right at Megatron's helm. "Your shit ass piece of Junk you lay a fucking hand on my boyfriend and I'll rip you apart with a fucking Magnet and plyers, don't you fucking test me you dipper wearing, goofy as looking supervillan wannabe!" They shout. It make the whole battlefield go almost dead silent. " Yea you fucking hear my bucket head, ill make you wish you were rusting!" They shout again.
Jazz's optics widened in horror behind his visor, witnessing your defiant act through static-laced vision. Fear gripped his struts like freezing polyhexian tundra.
Megatron's helm barely shifted from the impact, regarding their small form with optics glinting cruel amusement. His cannon charged with purpose to squash resistance as pointless and fleeting as an organic.
"Foolish creature. Your lives mean less than insects" Megatron sneered, taking ponderous steps their way that may as well have been a funeral march. The field around him broadcast murderous intentions that sent even the seasoned warriors around bolting for cover.
Jazz would not be denied. With a grief-stricken keen that curdled energon in lines, he flung himself between you and that doom-wielding arm aiming to end what meaning he had left. His field pulsed frenzied protectiveness tangled with pleas no words could voice.
"Ya want 'em, Megs, you'll hafta go through me first! An' I been dancin' this dance a long time..." Jazz spat static. Jazz was quick to get them out of there grabbing them and taking off. It isn't until they were back at the Ark did he finally transform, arms wrapped around them as he gives the a peace of his mind.
Jazz clutched their body against his chest plates long after abandoning the battle site, fleeing farther than ever felt safe from those sworn to end all he had left. His engine roared wildly, fuel pump pounding faster than any sabotage mission's duration against the relief of delivering them from harm.
Only within the Ark's fortified bunker did his struts unlock enough to collapse wearily to the floor, holding them close as grateful cries and static escaped in equal measure. "Don't you ever fraggin' do that ta me again, ya hear?" Jazz gasped brokenly at last, cupping their face desperately within his quaking palm. His visor glimmered tears unshed, relief and terror warning in equal measure.
"Can't lose ya...yer all Ah got left in this mess. Please, li'l light...don' scare me like that." Raw emotion clogged his vocalizer to near uselessness, pressing reverent kisses between choked intakes.
"He was going right for you baby!, I'm not letting the 3 tonne prick hurt you, so what I lost a shoe next time it will be a hydro flask of salt water and I hope it dents his helm" they state as they grab his face plate returning his kisses with fevor.
Jazz huffed a static-tinged laugh at their fierce declaration, so brave yet trembling in his gentle grasp. His cooling fans cycled accelerated drafts, systems still buzzing from terrors faced alone to shield them from doom's sightless gaze.
"Frag if ya ain't the bravest thing this side'a Cybertron," Jazz rumbled. He pressed his faceplate into their shoulder holding them tightly, not willing to let go yet. Curling them protectively against the humming mass of his spark, Jazz vented shaky ex-vents. "Mah brave, beautiful li'l light...keep shinin' that fire, sweetspark." Jazz whispered raggedly into their shoulder.
Ironhide
Ironhide shoots at Megatron. His human companion latched to his back as he uses his body as a shield so the war lord couldn't get them. But they were making it rather hard as they tried antagonising Megatron.
"Damn did they build you like a shit box on Cybertron or did you pick this form yourself!" They shout out.
Ironhide careened across the scarred terrain, engine roaring as his heavy cannons unloaded volley after volley into the Con warlord's encroaching chassis. Megatron's howls shook the earth, armour blistering under Ironhide's righteous fury for daring to threaten his human lashed securely to broad backstruts.
"That's it, slaggertits, dance for me!" Ironhide bellowed back at Megatron.
Megatron lunged forward through a hailstorm of plasma, cannons charging in a frenzy to end lives denying his rule. But Ironhide spun on a dime, releasing another blast to cave in an optical relay before transforming ram-tight around you both.
His engine pounded like the Pit below, field alive with devotion harsh as his bearing yet gentle as newborn sparks flickering against red-and-blue armorweave. When Megatron gets too close they lob a can of WD-40 At him which Ironhide shoots cause it to explode in his face. "Get sunbeam shitlips!" They yell in delight as Ironhide takes off with them trying to get to safety.
"That's enough outta you, squishy," Ironhide rumbled, yet his cannons sang in harmony with your unbound spirit. His mission remained unchanged - shield the light of life, defying all forces that sought to smother its radiance. Ironhide's cannon fire consumed the volatile projectile in a brilliant fireball, engulfing Megatron in inferno. As they take off leaving Megatron in a fireball of energon and wounds.
"Right in the visual output, squishy!. Primus, I think I'm in love," Ironhide roared instatically, tires biting earth as he tore across the ravaged wastes well beyond enemy sensors. His spark soared like the smelting winds of Vos. Ironhide's engine purred a low rumble as his struts unwound, tension leaching from armour plating now safe. His field pulsed weariness, yet underlying it swirled pride and fierce gratitude for your indomitable spirit so small, yet burned brighter than any star.
"Can't say I approve of y'all's antics out there, squishy. But Primus if you didn't frag up that rustbucket good," Ironhide chuckled, copper-sheened plating creaking in amusement. Never had he witnessed such fearless bravery, nor met a soul so worthy of the praise.
"He had it coming, Ironhide!You're not going to tell prime are you?" They had just faced down Megatron and cursed him out yet they were worried over being ratted out. Ironhide's engine grumbled a tired huff, his massive frame unwinding into a sprawl across the barren earth. He transforms lifting them up into his arms
"I'd be a fool to deny you put the fear of Primus in that rustbucket," Ironhide chuckled. "But Prime's got enough weighin' his wires. Don't need him fryin' more circuits over our antics." A digit gently booped their nose, gaze softening. "Your spark burns brighter than all the Well's glory. Ain't no mech takin' that from you - least of all one as glitching as Megs."
"Our secret?" They asked looking up at him.
"Our secret, squishy.” Ironhide replied, massive frame creaking gently as massive fingers curled to cradle them against his chassis.
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Chapter 473 marks yet another transition point in the Thriller Bark arc, and while the Straw Hats vs Oars is mostly straight up humor, Oda takes the time to remind the reader that there are actual stakes if they don't win this fight. It's appropriate that this speech by Zoro continues into the next chapter after Kuma's introduced, as it becomes immediately apparent that this new Warlord isn't someone to be trifled with. Oda ratchets up the tension with Kuma, then reminds the reader that the real importance isn't Oars, but the crew's missing shadows
It's this sense for pacing that helps Oda transition from comedic and dramatic moments seamlessly. It's not jarring when the mostly funny Oars fight later turns deadly serious, because it's something Oda has primed his audience to be ready for
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Begging all of you to listen to this
youtube
#transformers#transformers prime#transformers bayverse#arrival to earth#best new years present#YouTube#warlord ratchet
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Warlord Twitch
When Megatron wakes up he's like "wohabahsba what happened I feel like I've been hit with a truck, hehe, Op? Optimus? Prime? PRIME? OH! Hello Nightshade do you know where Optimus is?"
And Nightshade panicked they don't know what to say. Do they tell him that Optimus is dead? There's a new Prime? Twitch has gon insane and she restarted the decepticons and the war? Thrash and Hashtag are missing? the human parts of their family are definitely dead now due to time passage? what horrible thing should they start with, they do not know
Terran First Aid, Jawbreaker and Ratchet are going to be so interesting we have old and grumpy, anxious teen and happy baby the med bay is a beautiful mess
Exactly exactly, they might need to rope Tarantulas into helping explain (or at least be emotional support)
Megatron will be so distraught over so much if this. He never wanted any of this. None of this. Crying will occur, and we very rarely see Megatron cry in this franchise.
The autobot 2.0 medbay will very very much be so fun, Jawbreaker and Ratchet will have so many sweet moments with First Aid (as will Drift when he visits Ratty). It's a beautiful mess both metaphorically and probably literally
Like is it just me or do i feel like this second war has the vibe of being more disorganized? The mental image I'm getting of the various bases is them being just. Messier and mismatched compared to what we see in the various series. It's definitely influenced by how this war's start was a lot more sudden than the original one on Cybertron, and it's a reflection on how the center players of it are a lot less experienced in general and how there's more emotion to it. That vibe of something being broken and everyone thought it was close to being entirely fixed/healed, but it's suddenly broken again along old and new cracks.
#or is this me adding a new element into it#idk#that's the vibe I'm getting#maccadam#transformers#warlord!twitch au#tfe jawbreaker#tfe ratchet#first aid#tfe nightshade#who is trying to keep it all together they're trying but it's so hard#tfe tarantulas#tfe megatron#tfe optimus prime
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What if TFP Megatron hadn't fumbled the bag during the Orion Pax arc...?
Like, imagine we get that scene where Orion is all "Why does this computer refer to me as Optimus Prime? Who... am I?" And instead of Megs being all "Grr, you're just my clerk, nothing more." He was... actually sort of honest?
Like obviously not 100% honest, let's be real here he's got his own agenda. But I'll bet Orion wouldn't have tried to delete his data if he had gotten an actually satisfying answer!!
For example what if it had been like:
Orion: I must know-- who... am I?
Megatron: ... *sigh* I'm not so sure I know the answer myself, Orion. This situation... it's complicated.
Orion: Then perhaps you might help me regain the memories I have lost? You explained what became of Cybertron, but I have yet to learn what has happened to me--
Megatron: -- It would have been too much! So many years lost, so much change to take in... I didn't want to overwhelm you!
Orion: I know, and I appreciate your consideration... however, these questions have been distracting me from my work...
Megatron: ... Very well. Come.
They settle down on some nook with a window. Orion's optics are glued to Megatron, while Megatron looks out said window for a beat before turning to face Orion.
Megatron: What do you remember, before I found you in those tunnels and brought you onto my ship?
Orion: I... *shifting uncomfortably* it's difficult to recall, but I believe my last memory was of us... fighting.
Megatron: Fighting?
Privately, Megatron is concerned Orion might be recalling a battle. He watches the other mech closely for his next words-- is the jig up already..?
Orion: Yes... we were arguing after the Council meeting, though I can't recall what for...
Megatron visibly relaxes a bit.
Megatron: Ah... that. Yes, I remember that day.
Orion: I had miscalculated, and my error upset you. We parted on bad terms.
Megatron: Oh, my dear Orion, that's long in the past! I hardly think back to our quarrel...
Megatron gently takes Orion's servo into his own, idly rubbing a thumb over his digits as if lost in a memory.
Megatron: Actually... your absence gave me clarity-- once I learned you were gone, I immediately realized that I missed you... regardless of what had transpired. And it hurt my spark to know we would never see each other again-- though, that turned out to not exactly be the case...
Orion is staring intensely now. He is afraid of the answer, but knows he must press on.
Orion: Megatron... what happened to me?
Megatron: After that Council meeting... you were taken.
Orion: Taken? By who??
Megatron stops rubbing Orion's servo, squeezing it instead.
Megatron: ... The Autobots, but I didn't know it at the time. I was informed you hadn't reported for work in a while. For a deca-cycle, in fact, which didn't seem like you. I tried to com, but was having no luck-- then Intel couldn't find evidence that you had even made it home after the meeting. Upon further investigation, we learned you were snatched off the street some time after we had parted ways. I knew then something bad had happened to you, but I didn't know who was responsible. Not until I saw you again... only it wasn't you--
Orion Pax: -- It was Optimus Prime.
Megatron: Yes.
Orion Pax: But... how? How could I be a Prime? I'm just an archivist-- was just an archivist... and why me?
Megatron: I'm sure you've noticed the change in your chassis. Well... we believe the Autobot warlord Ratchet used his vast medical knowledge to perform experiments on you, which allowed your body to carry the Matrix. As to why he chose you... I'm certain it was to derail our revolution efforts. It had been personal blow, seeing you change sides...
Orion: How could I abandon the cause? Did I not recognize you anymore?
Megatron: You recognized me, but you did not know me. When the Autobots declared war, Optimus Prime would charge in, always on the front line. I was one of the few fighters who could hold my own against him, and by far the best chance we had to get you to come back to your senses... but I could never reach you.
Orion removes his servo from Megatron's, instead balling it into a fist on his leg. He looks away as well to take in a steadying vent, then another... when he finds his voice again, it is soft-- but he needs to know...
Orion: ... Was it mnemosurgery?
Megatron responds equally as soft.
Megatron: For vorns, I thought that was the case. However we'd didn't find any evidence of it during your medical examination.
Orion's optics snap back to Megatron's.
Orion: Then how?! I--
Megatron: -- It seems your memory loss had something to do with the Matrix. We could test that theory, of course, but nothing would move forward without your consent, Orion. You understand?
Orion: Yes, thank you. I will consider it. And thank you again for taking the time to enlighten me. I am... sorry to have caused you all so much pain...
Megatron: Don't dwell on the darkness of the past when tomorrow promises a brighter future, my friend.
Orion: Mm... how can you be so sure? We are far from home, and the war rages on.
Megatron: Because I was able to finally reunite with someone I had thought to be lost forever. Anything seems possible to me now, even victory after all this time.
Orion blushes slightly as Megatron gets up to leave.
Megatron: I must go attend to my duties on the bridge. Would you like to join me for fuel in my quarters? Say, in the next few groons?
Orion: I would like that, very much.
As he watches Megatron depart, Orion privately wonders just what "victory" would look like, given their home has been destroyed. To what end do we fight? Perhaps I shall ask Megatron to elaborate on his vision of the future after our shifts...
#megop#fuzz writes#*cue Megatron opening the door to leave in time to see a small crowd of vehicons mysteriously dispersing (as well as laserbeak)*#tfp#Megatron#Optimus Prime
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Synth-En TFP Ratchet just bring so horny that he starts sending out super powerful rut signals. Mech seduices half the Autobots, a squad of Vehicons, Knockout, and Soundwave. Wakes up hungover strungout from deep stasis w8th Megatron demanding child support on behalf of his amica.
Ratchet on synth-en goes into a chemically induced rut and literally no one is safe. he fucks the autobots stupid. He fucks several dozen vehicons disloyal to the cause. he gives Knockout a fucking so good he’s just a squirting mess afterwards. If Breakdown complains about Ratchet fucking his wife, Ratchet just fucks him too. Soundwave ends up pregnant as fuuuck, his little skinny twig body swelling with a fat ambulance baby so fast that there is no doubt who the baby daddy is.
but i think Synth-En Ratchet should shoot higher. He should knock up Megatron as well. put a baby in that warlord to calm him down a little!
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Omg Optimus finding out he was pregnant with Sam after not feeling well for a week and the mayhem that causes amongst his troops ( mainly Arcee and Wheeljakc having to be held back from kicking Megatron’s aft for their knocking up their commander bc they jumped to conclusions) and Megatron totally not trying to pass out form shock and then winds up scaring the pit of Knockout with the jubilant shouting from the warlord once the shock faded
"Optimus? What are you doing?"
Optimus froze and slowly turned towards Ratchet from where he'd been rifling through the medic's supplies. "...Searching," he said truthfully.
Ratchet arced a critical brow ridge. "For anything in particular?"
Optimus dropped his gaze, his finials sinking back. "...A carriage test."
Ratchet cycled his optics, then cycled them again. "Pardon?"
Optimus looked at his old friend pleadingly. "The increase in my core system temperature, the ache in my refineries, the way I've been purging every morning this past week... Ratchet, you know very well what this looks like."
"Sure, I know what it looks like, but I also know that sparklings don't just spontaneously manifest from nothing, and I know you, Optimus, you haven't interfaced with anyone for millions of years! It can't be a-" Ratchet froze at the look on Optimus's face. "Optimus..." he said slowly, "oh, Optimus, tell me you didn't."
Optimus stared dejectedly at the floor. "When Megatron held the peace summit last month, he invited me to his quarters, and we... Ratchet, there was highgrade-"
Ratchet immediately grabbed a wrench and hurled it to whistle past Optimus's helm. The Prime barely flinched.
"What are you, glitched?!" Ratchet shrieked. "That summit was a ploy to learn the location of our base, we knew it from the start, and what did he do at the end of it?! Said your terms were 'unacceptable' and TRIED TO KILL YOU!"
"Ratchet, please," Optimus tried, his voice breaking.
Ratchet rapidly collected himself and reset his vocalizer. "Right. Okay. I'm sorry. Eugh..." he groaned, dragging a servo down his faceplate. "Come on. A carriage test hasn't been available since Cybertron fell. I'll have to examine you."
Miko's voice suddenly sounded from the floor. "What's a carriage test?"
The two mechs whirled around to spot the human child in the doorway to the medical supply room, smiling innocently up at them.
"Miko..." Ratchet said gently, raising a servo as if he were in a hostage situation. "A carriage test is... a test... to determine if... a mech can transform into a carriage."
Miko tilted her head and scoffed, blowing her colorful bangs from her face. "But you guys can turn into cars and trucks and cool things like that! Besides, what use is a carriage without horses?"
"What is a horse?" Optimus asked.
Miko opened her mouth to answer with a bright smile, bouncing on her tip-toes, only to turn thoughtful and rub her chin. "What is a horse? We just don't know!"
Ratchet rolled his optics and drawled, "Yes, yes, very good, now run along, I have to examine Optimus for a very sensitive, private matter."
Miko snorted. "Yeah, whether or not he can turn into a buggy."
Optimus made a face. "I am not an insecticon."
"Wrong buggy, Prime."
"Shoo!" Ratchet barked, waving his servos, and Miko squealed and ran away with a giggle, leaving Ratchet to grab a medical scanner and herd Optimus to the Prime's private quarters.
Once Optimus was lying down on his berth, Ratchet swept the scanner over his abdomen to get a reading and then squinted at the results. He did it again, then again. He paled.
"Optimus," he said gingerly. "You're sparked."
Optimus laid there and stared up at the ceiling.
That was how he noticed Jack duck back away from the ceiling vent.
Optimus closed his optics and groaned, "Jack..." but the boy was already scrambling back towards the common area, creating frantic thumps in the ventilation system.
"I'll stop him," Ratchet said, determined, setting the scanner aside and marching towards the door, only for Optimus to catch his hand.
"Don't," Optimus said quietly, sitting up and setting his pedes on the floor. "I'll have to tell the team sooner or later. It may as well be now."
"Optimus, you have a right to-"
"It's fine," Optimus assured, standing up to his full great height, and Ratchet frowned, but made no further argument. "However, I must ask, old friend... will you stand at my side as I tell them?"
"Always," Ratchet swore, and with that the two mechs made their way to the common area.
"Optimus!" Arcee barked as soon as they came out of the hallway. The entire team was assembled around the children, including Wheeljack, looking shook to the core. "What is this? You're sparked? Can we afford this right now?"
"What Jack has told you is true," Optimus said gravely, coming to stand at parade rest in front of his soldiers and charges.
Rafael spoke up then, raising his hand. "What's 'sparked'? Is it bad?"
Bumblebee beeped at his human friend, and Raf balked.
Jack glanced worriedly between Raf and Optimus and asked, "What, what'd he say, what's wrong with Optimus?"
"He's uh... pregnant," Raf said slowly, looking perplexed.
Miko's jaw dropped. "Whoa, robots can get preggers? ...COOL!"
Wheeljack was the first to recover. "So who's the lucky bot?" he drawled with a forced smirk. "Is it Doc?"
Optimus and Ratchet shared a look. Ratchet immediately commed him, :Tell them it's me. They don't have to know.:
Optimus shook his helm and looked back at his team. He would not lie to his family. "No, it is not Ratchet. The sparkling's sire is none other than Megatron."
There was silence. Then:
"I'm going to kill him," Arcee snarled, curling her servos into fists and stalking towards the exit to the base. "I'm going to tear him apart!"
"I'll join you," Wheeljack said darkly, snapping his battlemask shut and transforming into his rally car alt-mode, roaring his engine.
"You will do no such thing," Optimus said sharply, quickly stepping between them and the exit. "Megatron and I's bonding was both consensual and enthusiastic."
Miko snorted and laughed, "Ewwwww!"
Jack furrowed his brow and held out his arms. "Optimus, how could you?"
Bumblebee beeped rapidly, and Raf translated, "What does this mean for the war?"
Optimus was getting overwhelmed, so Ratchet stepped in then, placing a gentle servo on his arm. Gathering strength from his friend, Optimus shot him a grateful look before turning to the others and intoning, "I will tell Megatron of this miracle that we have made, and hopefully awaken something in his spark other than hatred."
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Knock Out was examining his claws when the Nemesis's communications array began ringing. When he saw it was from the Autobots, he groaned, "Ugh, fine," and stopped examining his claws long enough to answer the call. "You've reached Lord Megatron's line~ He's not inclined to waste time on Autobot filth at the moment, so how may I help you?"
Prime's system ID image stared at him disapprovingly from the holoscreen. "I have important news that I would prefer to give to Megatron personally. Is it possible to arrange a meeting on neutral ground?"
"What do I look like, his secretary?"
"I say again: I bear news that may alter the course of the war, and will certainly alter his functioning."
"Sure you do," Knock Out chuckled, finally letting his servo fall so he could seductively lean on the console. "And I'm the King of Velocitron."
"Are you saying you will not give me an audience with Megatron?"
"I'm saying you can shove it up your aft."
There was a weighted pause. "You would deny your Lord his sparkling?"
Knock Out's vents choked on air as he shrieked, "What?!" Bristling, he glowered at the holoscreen. "What evidence- I want proof! Our Lord would never lie with- Oh would you look at that," he said, tilting his helm at the still image of a second spark orbiting around the Prime's.
"I will not beg to see him," Prime continued, voice hard. "You may deliver this information yourself, if you so desire. This channel will remain open if he wishes to make contact afterwards. Goodbye."
And with that, Prime hung up.
Knock Out immediately scrambled to run through the hallways to find his Lord.
--
"Uh... Lord Megatron?" Knock Out prompted with a grimaced smile. "Nemesis to Lord Megatron, come in Lord Megatron."
Megatron just stood there, intake agape and flapping, his optics bulging as he stared at the second little spark cradled next to Prime's.
"Yoohoo~?"
"YEEESSSSSSSSS!" Megatron suddenly bellowed, whirling on Knock Out and picking him up, and Knock Out saw his entire life flash before his optics as his Lord spun him around and set him back down so he could pump his fists in the air. "YES! YES! YES! YES!"
Rattling with terror and swallowing repeatedly, Knock Out gave a shaky thumbs up before walking away to go bury his face in Breakdown's amazing bosom, hearing Lord Megatron practically skip through the ship behind him and off into the distance, bellowing, "I'M GOING TO BE A SIRE!"
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