Fate Called

I'm not going to put any tags on this post- I need to give the queue time to load tag dumps in (I refuse to get snagged by the spambot filter twice in a week).

ANYWAY! If you're seeing this,...yeah, I decided to move and swap around my blog roll just a hint for what (was) under optimus-conjunx. Remaking that blog to be a sideblog, moving my RP account to the top since why not due to the stupid shadowban taking it out back and shooting it. Make use of a crappy hand, right?

Probably should've led with this, but... If you see a follow from this blog- this is Writer/the mun of @fate-called, @fate-rewired, and @please-insertcoins. Working on the shift since I refuse to let Tumblr just kill one of my RP blogs off (not when I have energy for days for it). I'll be moving all the RP accounts under this new main shortly. The queue on fate-called will be allowed to run until what was put in is gone- but I will start answering RPs on this account once all the queued tag dumps drop.

Onward, cause chaos, set a building on fire, and see y'all soon.

Although she had to type something on her communicator to get a holographic display of Whisper’s Wispon to pop up. It was way more technical than she could understand, but she had taken it from the Freedom Fighter archive with permission.

“So I don’t know how they work exactly cuz I don’t usually work with Wisps. But a wispon is able t’ channel a Wisp’s power through it t’ use as a weapon. Some are a good defense and some are really good for offense.” She paused, typing on her communicator again and bringing up images of Whisper using her wispon with the different wisps. Another picture showed Buddy using his burst wispon to spray a line of flame ahead of him in an arc. “Each Wisp has their own power but their names are pretty close t’ what they can do.”

Hopefully, this all made sense as she moved on. This time, she definitely paused for a good minute. “Ummm. Whisper’s old team had somethin’ really bad happen t’ ‘em. She doesn’t really talk ‘bout ‘em often but I know it still hurts her t’ think about so we don’t push. I think Tangle knows but it ain’t her story t’ tell, ya know?”

Harmony wanted to respect her teammate. That was a tale that was no one but Whisper’s to tell. Sure, she could ask Nicole about it and get the information from the archive but that was an invasion of privacy. When Whisper was ready, and only then, she’d tell them. Until that time, they’d wait.

“As for how my dad and I were made. We were made in a lab. I don’t remember a lot o’ it cuz my dad rescued me when I was a toddler but I’m pretty sure both o’ us came from gestation chambers. We were made by G.U.N., t’ be their soldiers.” Since Volt had always been so open about his creation and how it came about, Harmony always felt fine talking about her own and she brought up a 3D rotating image of her father. “That’s my dad. His Project line was started way before mine and he was made from two Mobian species and an alien one called the Black Arms. He thinks that’s where his healin’ and kinesis comes in.”

The display shifted to show his various appearances over the years. From the years he had a cybernetic arm to when it regenerated, and the brand on his back appeared. “If ya have more questions for him, I can bring him with the next time I visit.”

His optics flickered over the display as it appeared. While Optimus had his moments,...the technology wasn't of his type. However, he knew a few in the ranks who'd have gone wild to see that hologram. No doubt they'd be asking Harmony for the specs at some point.

And then, the tiny creatures- no doubt even smaller than a cyberrat to his optics, at least, if they were to have truly been in the hall with him and his companion. Tiny creatures... But with such fearsome abilities, based on the photographs he was allowed to witness.

"Do not be surprised if a few scientists ask about wispons and wisps." He could practically feel the excitement already. With everything narrowed down to 'repair the soldiers enough to keep them online' and 'conserve energon', no doubt they'd go wild for something new to study.

The Prime quieted. Ah.

"I apologize. I did not mean to bring up a delicate topic." That...made a saddening amount of sense. Harmony's world was also at war, so it stood to reason that those no longer 'among' the team were probably offline, just like his own.

So, born from a lab. The closest Optimus could relate it to would be the formation of viruses during a slightly-earlier stage of the war...though at present, there were hardly enough supplies to even consider making more. However, Harmony- and her father- were decidedly far removed from such creations. Formed with abilities, the combination of numerous species...perhaps they were more like those attempts at multi-sparked Cybertronians, but those...had all ended rather poorly.

And now, it was his turn to be silent for a time. Ah.

It would have been pleasant to meet the hybrid, he was certain...and he could get a few additional answers, no doubt, but....

"...while I do appreciate the thought, I do not think it would be wise for you to return. This world is far from safe- and I do not want you and your allies being wrapped up in Cybertron's war." It would be over soon enough, one way or another. One of his audial fins twitched. Without energon...eventually, this world would fall silent.

There was simply no way that was what Primus intended.- But with the All Spark gone,...it was hard not to consider, at times.

His optics shifted back towards the cylinder, before finding Harmony's eyes once more.

"Yes. I plan to disseminate the English datapack amongst my fellow Autobots." To a degree, it would be twofold. No Decepticon would be able to understand anything spoken in the tongue- and Harmony would be able to interact with his soldiers far more easily, until she left. "It may take a few minutes for some, a few seconds for others- but they will at least be able to speak to you, and understand you in turn."

He gently tugged, the wires popping from his ports with practiced ease. Now, he just had to plug it into the mainframe...and send it out across the Autobot network. Once more, his pedsteps rang out- a steady clank with each meeting of his plating against the floor.

There was next time fay smiled at that as they readjusted themselves, now flying upright looking at ash though when their eyes looked at what their new friend was pointing at they immediately frown the fins lowering in fear as her sudden posture became stiff and the fairy hands was close to her chest.

Ah, right, the base..

Ash was basically from there. fay forgot for a moment after talking to the human "oh" she pouts, looking down at the ground before looking at Ash. Did she want some water? Well, she was quite thirsty, and the sun beaming down on her wasn't helping soon she simply nodded "close"

She was gonna follow ash, but more so closely to avoid a certain someone just to get some water and then hide whatever is small enough, maybe a room or a vent as the base was already creepy enough as it is with the cold atmosphere and various technology.

That...they couldn't blame fay for. She seemed to be uncomfortable with the thought of even them going into the base, let alone her coming with.

"You don't have to go inside if you don't want to, Fay." They were far from forcing anyone to do something they were uncomfortable with. Especially with the posture the fairy seemed to adopt, frame nearly pulling inwards. Had...Optimus scared her that badly?- Well. He was essentially the size of a mountain compared to her...shouldn't be surprising. "Are you sure?"

They wanted to be certain before heading in. Maybe it was a bit overly cautious, but her reaction...it was better to make certain. They still took a step towards the entrance all the same. Note to self,...maybe a small umbrella next time, too. They couldn't imagine being out in the sun was all that pleasant with how much she was exposed.

Bayverse Optimus Prime was justified in going sicko mode on the cons.

After eons of fighting a brutal war, you’re going to have to stop holding back.

Decepticons in the Bayverse aren’t wayward revolutionaries or cartoon villains.

They were cannibalistic psychopaths who worship their world’s equivalent to Satan.

Megatron eats people and destroyed Cybertron in his quest for dominance.

Millions of innocents dead.

Countless brothers and sisters in arms slain.

A home drained of life and left to rust.

And now a new world, one populated by beings who are helpless against the Decepticons, now face that same fate.

Prime wasn’t killing for the sake of it.

Autobot

We had to do the signature op pose: Flash everyone

"Yeah, well, everybody underestimates me. All they ever see is the fluff and think that's the bulky part o' me. It comes in handy, though. Eggman didn't know what hit him the first time he thought one o' his mechs could 'squash me' as he put it." Now the man knew better, but his mechsuits still weren't built with Harmony in mind. They were still centered around Sonic and his abilities because that was who usually took him on head to head.

"I think we're technically full fledged members now, but we're all still teenagers, so the Freedom Fighters still want us t' focus on our studies on top of beatin' up on Eggman and his badniks." As the questions came, images of the Rookies were brought up. She even adjusted the dial on her holoprojector slightly, so the images weren't as small as they usually would be.

If only to keep Optimus from having to strain to see them. First up with Whisper and her wisps.

"This is Whisper, she's the one who calls the shots when we're on a mission. Her masks lets her see things really far away, and her Wispon is really accurate. Can snipe an apple off your head from 70 yards." The next image was of the five wisps surrounding her head. "That's Laser, Hover, Rocket, Cube, and Spike. They were her teammates before she joined with us and are what power her Wispon. Her masks also lets her talk t' 'em."

Now that they were on the subject of her teammates, the teen couldn't help but hype them all up as she brought up Tangle next. The first picture was of course of the Lemur with an arm around Whisper, who was hiding a blush behind her mask. Harmony grinned, the soft thumping of her tail hitting Optimus' shoulder plate.

"This is Tangle, and she's kinda in the front lines with me. Her tail is super stretchy and can be used t' launch stuff and also hits pretty hard. Not as hard as me, but she can knock mechs and badniks around." The second image was a looping GIF of Tangle launching Harmony into the air with her tail.

The amount of air depended on the tautness beforehand, but she could usually get some good lift when needed.

"And this is Buddy. He's our tech wiz. All the gadgets and stuff we use in battle are usually made by him. He even made this communicator that I'm showin' ya all this stuff on." The image of the red wolf appeared in a group photo of the four, Harmony's arms wrapped around his middle as he had an arm around her shoulder. The four couldn't look happier, save for the following image, which was one of all of them drinking hot chocolate around a campfire. Taken by her father, of course.

As the images of the teens faded, Harmony nodded. "Yeh. Not a lot o' Mobians have the same abilities. My dad's an electrokinetic, but he's also got healin' abilities and Chaos powers. It all depends on how you're born...

An attempt to 'squash' Harmony...had he not seen her ability firsthand, he would have believed such a thing to be a simple feat. But, it was clear she was far from an ordinary organic- and he could only guess how that 'Eggman' must have reacted to learning one of the newest Freedom Fighters was strong enough to take down one of his machines.

"A lesson I am sure he sorely regrets learning." If only it took one lesson to get it through some thicker helms. One could always internally wish- but it would never quite be reality. "That is understandable. I would hardly ask a freshly-forged mech to pick up a blaster and charge into battle." Was that a decent comparison? She had the power- though the 'studies' business...yes, it was. Power and frame, but not quite all the knowledge, not yet.

His optics flickered for a moment as the hologram enlarged. Ah- that was easier. No doubt done for his benefit, a silent glance tossed to his would-be narrator as thanks before sliding his attention back to the hologram. He'd stockpile his questions for the end of the small showcase. A Wispon, powered by living entities...it reminded him of the myths concerning the origins of Minicons.

And after the quiet-looking mobian, there was one that looked nearly like the embodiment of a party. The Prime noticed the faint blush on Whisper's muzzle, biting back a soft chuckle at the sight. Even in war, love found a way. A hopeful sentiment.

"Launch stuff...and a certain fluffhog, I see." His tone was lighthearted as he pulled the container closer, turning to leave the storage facility. He paused just outside the door, raising one arm. A panel that stretched halfway up his lower arm popped open, revealing a number of ports. The container's end (the one facing closer to his arm) clicked open to reveal a number of wires- several of which he brought close. Each one that did magnetized to its necessary entry point, until the Prime was fully plugged-in.

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"You take great pride in your teammates...I am glad to see that." A tech wiz...no doubt Wheeljack would've been ecstatic, as would a few of the other inventors and once-scientists among their ranks...those that remained, anyway.

They looked nearly like family- a term that drifted across his processor from the datapack. Comradery, kept alight by their trust in one another undoubtedly. It was good to see such hope. Good to see such light.

How you're made. So Harmony and her father weren't quite natural-born like their fellow mobians...it didn't matter. Whether cold forged or no, born or crafted- every sentient life was worthwhile, in his optics. Worth time and care, in the hopes they'd not take the dark path.

"I suppose your father and Solar are similar in one thing.- Might I ask, however...what precisely is a 'Wispon'? And did something happen to Whisper's old teammates?- And if it does not cause you pain to answer,...how can one 'make' an organic?" Only after asking did it cross his processor that, if one could make an organic- maybe there was a way to make organic food, despite not having any of the proper ingredients.

A thought to stow away, lest he raise his other's hopes for nothing.

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