Prompt. It was Skywarp, not Skyquake in the stasis pod. Upon his wakening up he's more then a little displeased at the state of his trine, TC missing and Starscream a high strung mess. The first order business? Pamper his Star back to his spoiled, shining glory.
how dare you make me feel these feels
Skywarp was not a happy Seeker.
He had been â Primus he had been, waking up after who frelling knew how long trapped in stasis in that â that coffin there really wasnât another word for it, and seeing Starscream.Â
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Thundercracker has an amazing friendship going with Marissa, but Marissa lives for a significantly smaller amount of time than Thundercracker. So when Marissa dies, Thundercracker will have to lives thousands of years without her.Â
Of course. Soundwave would become a huge animal rights activist. Especially for elephants! No one would mess with elephants if they were guarded by a giant robot with sonic and psychic powers and his smaller companions.
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tfp kids as cybertronians!!! Jack is a motorcycle, Raf is actually a telescope, and ironically enough miko is ALSO a motorcycle, but one with HUGE spikes on the rims and back paneling so she can ram into enemies and pop their tires and such!Â
(bulk is probably the most excited and least worry about the changes, for obvious reasons asdkljsad)
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Again, terribly sorry for too much asks. Feel free to push this later. And feel free to take one paragraph for this one. Imagine overtime the Autobots not only got used to the grossness and weirdness of humans like dog owners, they also found ways to weaponize it against the Decepticons who arenât as used to it, (Optimus to a captured con: âForgive us, but we are left no choice but to resort to less civil methods of interrogation. *inhale**close up shot* Bumblebee, chain him into the Bone Cracking Area.â *everyone gasps*)
It's alright :) I am a tad tired due to all the asks, but this is perfectly acceptable. Your concept is hilarious *wheeze*
Perhaps after capturing Soundwave, they move the bone cracking area to where he is chained down. The kids will casually get right next to his face and slowly, agonizingly slowly, pop every single bone they can. Miko, being rather flexible, will spent half an hour slowly working through her stretches so that Soundwave can hear every single sickening crack. Rafael will stop what he is doing after an hour at his computer and crack his back, prompting Soundwave to twitch every so slightly. Jack will smile and have a bot hold him up to Soundwave's level so that he can grin, and crack his neck.
Soundwave never says a word despite their efforts. But behind the scenes, he is somewhat unnerved. Not enough to be afraid, but just enough that he would rather avoid the cracking if he can.
If holoforms can flicker or just be too obvious that they are not human, wouldn't that trigger the uncanny valley in humans?
cLike you said, Miko, Jack and Raphael managed to decipher Team Prime's holoforms just by seeing them enough.
(sorry the English is not perfect)
I bet it absolutely would. In my teacher au, there is a reason all of the students of Jasper's High School are CONVINCED that Mr. Pax is some sort of immortal, fae, or mythological entity.
Normally a holoform would make humans VERY uncomfortable since they can inherently sense the wrongness going on. However, Mr. Pax is a bit of an exception because he's just so nice. He still reads as off, but not in a malicious manner. So when a human looks at him, they read him as being Not Of Us and so assign him mentally as Something Other But Not Harmful. Hence the accusations of being a fairy or immortal.
In normal circumstances, a holoform would make a human wary. So if Arcee ever came in holoform to pick Jack up from school, she would make every human in a mile radius a little unsettled. But of course, so long as she has Jack vouching for her, she would likely just be chalked up to being intimidating.
Simply put, yeah holoforms scare humans on an instinctual level. But given enough time, they can accept the holoform as being friend rather than foe.
You know the book/movie The Martian? What if that happened in the Earth and Unicron Au? A NASA mission gone wrong gets an astronaut stranded on Mars' surface with no way home or even to communicate with Earth, at least those with NASA, not Earth herself. Would Mars want to help or hinder this poor lost soul that just wanted to go home? I'm pretty sure Earth wouldn't appreciate that one of her children died on Mars and he could have prevented it. Though if I'm being honest, with how Mars' citizens died, I doubt he would try to get the little fleshy killed.
Being the first astronaut to be sent to Mars should have been an honor, an accomplishment just as great as the Moon landing. But Gabriel always knew deep down that something was bound to go wrong. Something always went wrong. The Russians sent dogs into space first for a reason. NASA however didnât seem to care as much for human life now that they supposedly had space travel down. They wanted someone on Mars before China could get a man up there, and they were willing to go to any lengths to do so.
Gabriel wasnât the first pick for the Mars mission. There had been two others chosen before him, but Abigail Knight had dropped out of the running for unknown reasons. Her runner up, Horace Gail, had been removed from the mission after he was discovered drugged to high heavens in his apartment a few weeks before he was meant to get on the rocket. That left Gabriel, the only other astronaut who actually knew the controls and went through the year-long preparation program to get used to living on Mars via simulation.Â
He wasnât exactly thrilled to be given the mission. Sure, he always wanted to travel to other worlds, but going with a crew that hadnât run the simulation just felt risky. Personally, he would have preferred to dog out of the mission entirely and let the honor of first landing go to another astronaut if it meant heâd have a fully trained crew with him.
But again, NASA really wanted their man on Mars. So despite the risks, Gabriel found himself suited up, strapped into the rocket, and thrown into space. It was surreal. And quite frankly, the trip went far faster than he expected. Supposedly the science guys on the ground had made some sort of breakthrough that allowed for short range âskipsâ as they called them. The shuttle would have momentary bursts of speed that allowed it to skip over huge portions of space without burning excess fuel. There was a lot of science involved, and Gabriel liked to think he knew his tech, but looking at the engines, he didnât know what the hell was going on.
Strange blue liquid powered the whole thing. He was told not to touch it, and he obeyed without question. None of the crew knew what it was, or what all the strange âskipsâ were about. But of course, NASAâs mission came first. So Gabriel wasnât given time to question. The moment they were within range of Mars, a message was sent back and Gabriel was loaded up with an American flag and the express mission of getting to the surface in one piece and plopping it down. The looks he got from the crew indicated they really didnât care if he made it back or not.
Very comforting indeed. This was why he would have preferred a team whoâd run the simulation.
âReady Gabriel?â The woman in the control room spoke through Gabrielâs in-built communicator as he stood before the hatch leading to the void outside. He sighed before replying.
âReady. Letâs get this show on the road.â The woman laughed over the link. Gabriel never bothered to learn her name. It would have been nice to know now that he thought about it.
No time for regrets. His grand mark on humanityâs history was before him.
âGood luck! Doors opening in 3, 2, 1-â The womanâs voice was cut off as the hatch opened. Gabriel expected the rapid pull into space as the hatch decompressed, but it was still startling to be dragged toward the surface of Mars by the drone NASA assigned. Once upon a time, Astronauts got to the surface in pods. But in an attempt to save resources or something along those lines, now drones were the way forward.
Gabriel patiently endured his descent to the planetâs surface, his suit absorbing the worst of the shock as he adjusted to the gravity. He made a show of his first few steps, knowing the crew was watching from above. He planted the flag, repeated his scripted words, and then looked back up to the ship. He activated the link, trying to signal for pickup. All he got in return was static.
âHey, console lady, what the hell is going on up there? Iâm ready for pickup already.â Gabriel hit his communicator again, but no matter how hard he tried to get the signal through, he got nothing back. He watched on in growing horror as the shuttle hovered above him, and then slowly, its thrusters activated.
âWait! Hold on! Iâm still down here!â He screamed, not caring if his oxygen levels were in peril or not as he tried to wave his arms. Something had to have gone wrong. System failure perhaps? They couldnât be leaving him. That wasnât part of the simulation or NASAâs plan.
No response. The shuttle sped off, âskippingâ into the distance. Gabriel felt cold dread settle in his very soul. He ran through a thousand reasons why something might have gone wrong or why they might have been leaving him, but in the end, after about an hour of warring with himself⌠he knew the reason.
He was the dog sent into space. He was NASAâs little test to see if travel was safe and possible. They were leaving him behind.Â
Gabriel cursed, he screamed, uncaring of how much oxygen he had left. He was going to die. Heâd been left to rot on a world so far from home that Earth was practically a blimp in the distance. After everything heâd done in his life, this was how it was all going to end.
Alone.
Abandoned.
Why did the world despise him so-
âHello!â Gabriel froze in his lamentations. He stood up from where he was seated on the ground sorrowfully regretting everything and looked around. There wasnât a person, but there was⌠a rover?
âYou look rather lost! Dad sent me out to see if I can help! Aunty is quite upset about this whole mess!â The rover was green, a rather bright hue. Its light glowed red, highly unusual. Gabriel didnât recognize it, at least not at first. But soon enough, he began to remember the design. The rover was an old model, one of the ones sent out in the early 2000s. The paint was different, and last he recalled, the rover didnât have any pre-recorded voice lines. But he knew this model, and it was clearly the one and only Spirit.
âSheesh, you are going to run out of air at this rate! Letâs get you inside until Aunty can get Uncle Moon to send someone out to get you!â The rover rolled closer, prompting Gabriel to step back instinctually. He didnât have time to run before the rover changed. Its wheels compacted, its entire frame contorted in a series of swift and smooth motion. In an instant, he found himself dwarfed by some type of robot, one which smiled down at him with bright red eyes, eager perhaps. Gabriel knew for a fact NASA would have never let something like this rot out on Mars. It had to be something new, something strange and potentially dangerous.
âOh hell no-!â He attempts to run, but the former rover grabbed him before he could and held him gently, almost like a precious stone. Gabriel was too startled to fight as the thing he knew to be Spirit quickly began walking with him in hand.
âDonât be scared little guy! Dad will get this all sorted out!â Spirit smiled gleefully, its voice ringing out deeply but strangely like a child. Gabriel couldnât speak, not as he saw more of the robotic beings approaching. There were seven others, and one by one, he noted their designs.
Sojourner, Marie Curie, Curiosity, Opportunity, the chinese model, and a few others. Each walked on two legs, each smiled, and each and every one of them regarded Gabriel with childlike interest.Â
âDad! We got him!â The rover held Gabriel up, grinning ear to ear, not that it had ears. Gabriel for his part screamed as the ground shifted like some sort of hangar bay, revealing a passage down into the very ground. He floundered as all the rovers walked into the passage, not at all afraid. Spirit soothed Gabriel with a few hushed words.
âShh⌠Uncle Moon will send a drone to get you soon. You can stay with him and his colony until Auntie figures out how to get you back without trouble! So donât worry Cousin! Everything is going to be alright!â Gabriel gawked as he was carried into the passage. He had no words, all he could do was stare in awe as something straight out of a sci-fi film played out before him.
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âMars, is he well?â
âYes Earth, your explorer is safe. My little ones are keeping him company.â
âGood. Take care of him for me. I will try to reach out to Primusâs chosen to see if he might aid me.â
*clears throat* ...soo I have nothing in my defense other than that I love this story so much I just had to draw my favorite scenes....and at some point it kinda escalated and grew bigger than I initially had planned...
....i ah, i just had to đ
Ah and I advise to click for a better quality
and a bonus because these guys live rent free inside my head:
uhh...
fun fact: sky's color on Mars is the opposite of what we have on Earth: the normal colors during day are shades of orange, while sunsets are blue
oh great I'm looking for a photo of blue sunset and of course the first one here was made by Spirit. Yeah there are no coincidences
so I've recently stumbled upon this post ...and I don't know why, but now I headcanon Curiosity to be a singer. Like it is (if I remember correctly) her hobby and she has a talent for singing, and she very much enjoys it - maybe because the humans were celebrating with her while she was just a robot -what if she remembers it?-
also a not transformers, but there is Opportunity rover here and I thought you might enjoy it :> A short story with Opportunity
Hello yes these are PHENOMENAL scene drawings and I adore the sheer EXPRESSION on poor Gabriel. He's having a heck of a time and I love how that's shown for him. I want to print these and paste them on my wall I love them so much. Dear Spirit over there being a sweetheart and the human he's trying to help is losing his mind and I adore that.
Your art is delightful and I desire to keep these pieces like some hoarding squirrel. Thank you for drawing this whole thing because AHHHHHHHH-
I wonder what was Mars reaction to humans sending him rovers the first time. i imagine Earth probably warned him in advance that humans planned on sending him something (Sojourner was the first sent if i believe correctly) and he knowing what humans are like prepared for the worst definitely
Mars: I really hope this thing won't infect me with anything..
Sojourner: *beeps*
Mars:
Sojourner:*starts collecting rocks*
Mars:
Moon: Earth asks if you're al- *senses Mars em field*Are you crying??
Mars: *deep in fatherhood*No *he is*
This is adorable and it deserves a mini fic. Enjoy.
Mars always told himself he didnât mind the solitude. He was near his brother and close enough to Mortusâor rather Plutoâto feel content with himself. Sometimes Halley came to visit, which was always a pleasant surprise. It was not often someone immune to the rust corroding him happened to be both nearby and actually interested in communication. Earth was certainly nice enough, and Mars eagerly awaited her every message when she saw fit to reach out to him or use Moon as a proxy.
Moon. Mars. Pluto. He would never fully adjust to the new names given to them by his brotherâs beloved Terra. Personally, he preferred his Cybertronian name, but he would never dare say as such aloud. Mortus didnât care, and Fengari, his elder brother, would be prone to lash out if Mars ever voiced his objection to his new name. Not only that, but he wasnât keen on making Terra upset.Â
How many vorns had he been in orbit around the Unmaker and the life giving Titan who shielded him? It was hard to keep track without any citizens on his surface to constantly chatter to and about him.
Right. Citizens.
Being in his alternate mode, Mars was incapable of sighing as he wanted to. But as he took control over one of his drones and piloted it to the surface, he let the drone pause and linger on the view. Why had he lived while his wards died? It was not fair. He should have carried them until the very end, bringing them to salvation and away from the fires of Cybertron.
If only there hadnât been plague. Maybe then he could at least have the chance to take on new citizens and ease the ache in his spark.
No, no. He couldnât think like that. Contemplating such things almost always led to dark thoughts. It was not allowed. He had to stay calm and composed for Fengari. His poor brother was blind for Primaâs sake. Fengari lost his optics, his citizens, and his ability to take to the stars if he so desired in order to stay with Earth. Fengari suffered more. It was not Marsâs place to weep when he at least had remnants of his people upon his frame in the form of paintwork.
He still had them with him, in his spark and through the echoes they left upon his surface. Sweet Solus, many of their inner habitations were still untouched. Heâd ensured it remained that way.
He still had relics. He had echos. He was fine. He had no reason to cry.
Right?
âPrimus, our maker... we are so far from you. Can you hear us? Do our sparks still resonate with yours?â He spoke through his drone, letting his voice ring out with only a slight bit of static due to the corrosion of his vessel. He sighed as he received no answer, not that he really expected one. He stared though his drone in silence for a while, the quiet of the void all but deafening.
If he listened closely with his real body, he could hear the faint song of stars, the thrum of their very being radiating nearby. Earthâs Star had quite the pleasant melody. Enough for him to fall into recharge.
But he couldnât allow that. If he slumbered, he may not wake. Instead, he endured the silence, the isolation. Perhaps Mortus would be kind enough to come and pay him a visit during one of his patrols.Â
âMars? I have news.â
He stalled for a moment as waves of emotion crashed against him. Mars had to pause to translate the EM field communication he found himself assaulted with. Young Terra was not the most educated in matters of gentle or polite correspondence, but she could most certainly be heard.
âEarth, it is a pleasure to hear from you. What news do you have for me?â
He tried to keep his communication controlled and neutral. But as he sent back a response, he sensed something coming near to him. It had been heading in his direction for a while, but for the longest time heâd simply assumed it to be space debris. Looking more closely, it appeared to be some kind of device.
âMy children have created a drone of sorts. They are sending it to your surface to analyze you. Do not fear; the drone appears to be insignificant and designed purely for observation. I simply wished to warn you.âÂ
Mars almost stiffened, but he forced himself to relax so that his surface would not shift as the thing drew closer. Without a second thought, he moved his drone as far from the potential landing site as he could get without losing track of this incoming drone that was apparently headed his way. He forgot to send a reply for a long while as he watched the thing draw ever nearer.
Earthâs humans were such deadly and destructive beings when they were left unchecked. Mars had witnessed the horrors himself when he watched them drop bombs all over poor Terraâs surface. Even now, the wounds still brought her pain from time to time.Â
What would happen if her humans found him to be of use for some grand scheme? Would they harm him too? Mars was a Titan; he could survive if he had to. But he would rather not expose himself and, consequently, his kin to Earthâs destructive little scraplet farm. Why she loved them so dearly was beyond him.
âThank you for the warning.âÂ
He eventually sent back curtly as he watched the drone finally land on his surface. It felt so very strange to have a new entity roaming his frame. Halley rarely landed, and when she did, her very frame eliminated warmth like a young star barely contained within living metal. This thing was cold, but not necessarily in a wicked sense. It seemed... almost like a protoform, yet lacking a spark. The emotions were familiar, the feeling of potential almost overwhelming.
Mars stared through his drone, his very spark flaring in its chamber as ancient desire rose within him. The drone was tiny, barely the size of the smallest newsparks that he had nurtured before the fires of Cybertron. And yet, as he looked upon the small wheeled entity roaming and prodding at rocks and pebbles like they were the most interesting thing on this side of the galaxy, Mars, or rather, Bellumâs spark, swelled with love.
The ache that had long burned within his core seared as he gazed upon the youth of the small thing roaming his surface. So small. So pure. So full of potential.Â
Ancient coding sang within him, and before Bellum knew it, his drone moved just a bit closer, although still out of view. This one did not appear to be affected by the rust of his surface. It roamed freely, without a care in the world. Such innocence⌠Bellum needed to guard it.
Had Earthâs humans sent him this little gift out of kindness? No. They couldnât have. They did not know he lived. And yet, he couldnât help the way every part of his processors screamed at him to accept the offering. Such things were done for the sake of an alliance between Titans back on Cybertron. Old habits died hard, and Bellum could hardly contain himself as he fought the urge to have his drone snatch the Earth-born drone and drag it toward his core so he could connect to it intimately.
He couldnât expose himself. Not yet. But Bellum was a patient being. Let the humans explore through their gift. His scans indicated that the poor drone wouldnât last more than a few years without maintenance. He would wait until the humans abandoned it, and then, when all was done, he would finally have a chance to serve his purpose once more.
âSweet little roamer, do not fear. You may not understand now, but soon, when your creators have let you fly away from them, I will take you under my wing.â He all but purred, keeping his vocalizations below the range of the drone as he observed it.Â
âYou will not know fear. You will suffer no illness. I will give you a spark, and when the time is right, I will make you into something more.â His spark flared in affection as the tiny Earth-born gathered rocks, observing and producing soft sounds of affirmation as it went. What a lovely voice it would have once Bellum granted it a spark.Â
He could hardly wait.
âMars, are you in distress?âÂ
Fengari, Moon, whatever designation he went by, sent a message that snapped Mars back to attention. Only after he refocused did he realize heâd been sending out waves upon waves of countless emotions in short, and likely unsetting bursts. His brotherâs concerns made sense now.
âI am perfectly fine, brother. In fact, I feel better than I have in millennia.â
Confusion met Marsâs response. He didnât pay it much mind as he continued to observe the drone upon his surface. It was just so small.Â
âLet Terra know that so long as more of these drones are sent to me, she shall have my full allegiance.âÂ
Shock met him this time, but Mars merely hummed. He had something to hope for now, and he had no intention of missing a single moment of his new firstbornâs life. He would have to get his visual images printed at some point for the little one to see once they developed mentally.
âExplore to your sparkâs content, sweet roamer. I shall wait for you.â Mars felt his frame ease and a faint song escape his true vocalizer as he watched the small drone pick up a rock and stare at it.
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Okay, in regards to your Unicron is a parent to humans post, when you mention Unicron possessing an animal, I imagined a squirrel. Not some epic beast... I imagined the alien god of destruction sleeping at the center of the Earth as a squirrel.
But it fits. Squirrels are agents of chaos.
Squirrel runs into road, no one, not even the squirrel knows what's gonna happen. Squirrel gets under your vehicle's hood, chews the wires and makes a nest. Squirrel gets into the walls of your house, chews the wires and stores and insane amount of nuts. Squirrel gets cornered, jumps at you like a mad lad.
Could you imagine if Unicron just decided, "I'm a squirrel today and I'm going terrorize the Cybertronians and my brother can't even get mad cause chewing wires is what they do." Or "Hey, I'm a squirrel and travel-sized. I now shall nest in Raf's hair and protect the children this way."
Sorry this a wacked out thought that made me laugh, and felt compelled to share.
Dude I laughed for a solid minute reading this-
Agents of Chaos
After finding out about his surprise offspring, Unicron became protective immediately. But he quickly discovered several things, those being: He couldn't move or act all that much if he wanted to keep his spawn alive. His children quickly became fearful of anything that was abnormal to them. And lastly, fragging with the Cybertronians on his surface was far more enjoyable when there was nothing they could do to stop him.
With these thoughts in mind, Unicron devised the perfect avatar with which to protect, interact with, and care for his young while also making life difficult for everyone else and not drawing too much attention to himself. He searched the other organisms on his surface for days until he found it, the perfect avatar.
The squirrel.
It was chaos incarnate but so common in most places that it would fit right in even if Unicron used it for nefarious purposes. His chackling caused the earth to shake in places as he chose his first subject and took control of it. And while he did have some initial issues piloting the body of the small monster, he quickly got the hang of it and moved to meet the three among his many children who required his attention more so than any others.
Opting to go to Rafael, Unicron in the body of the squirrel quickly took up a place in the boy's arms, earning him a startled squeak and awed touches in response. Unicron chittered, oh so pleased with himself as he spent days refusing to leave Rafael alone, eventually gaining his avatar a place as the boy's pet, just like he planned. Then once he gained a solid foundation from which to work with, his avatar, now named Chitters, snuck into Rafael's school bag and snuck into the base that way.
Rafael was too busy working on his homework and chatting with his Cybertronian guardian to notice as Chitters wormed his way out of the bag and Unicron directed it to begin causing chaos. Unicron didn't want to totally sabotage the Cybertronians who called themselves Autobots, not while they were keeping his children safe. So he didn't direct Chitters to harm anything of importance, but he most certainly did go out of his way to make life hard for everyone. The squirrel quickly gained the ire of the entire team as Chitters tore into wires connecting to certain consoles in the base (never the groundbridge of course. Unicron couldn't risk harming his children after all). Chitters also stole small components from Ratchet's workspace and a few of Bumblebee's video games.
By the end of the day Chitters was banned from base and Rafael took him home with no small amount of guilt. Of course no matter what Rafael did to try and keep Chitters from getting into base, it was useless since Chitters snuck in by hiding on Jack and Miko of by straight up waltzing into the base via Unicron's aid. The abominable squirrel swiftly became an unstoppable pain in the aft that none of the team could do anything about and accepted since the squirrel kept coming back.
Optimus eventually accepted that he was being cursed and merely sighed when his datapads disappeared randomly only to be found later bitten to shreds by a determined squirrel. Ratchet however never gave up trying to hide his small items and tools, even when they were repeatedly found and stolen by Chitters at Unicron's behest. Arcee stopped fighting back when Chitters clambered all over her and gnawed on her outer plating like an irritating but ultimately harmless scraplet. Bulkhead and Wheeljack took to booking it in the opposite direction whenever the "demon squirrel" came near. Unicron abused their reactions until he laughed himself into a stupor, even more so when the two wreckers began carrying tower shields to try and fend the Chitters off. Bumblebee valiantly tried and failed to keep Chitters from destroying his video game controllers and very nearly crushed the squirrel in outrage after the fifth time he had to replace his controller.
Bumblebee: YOU DETESTIBlE VERMIN!
Chitters/Unicron: *destroying yet another controller* This is what you deserve you abominable creation of Primus!
Bumblebee: *chasing after the squirrel* PERISH!
Chitters/Unicron: MWAhAHA!
Every single member of the team hated the squirrel with a seething passion. At times Optimus, usually ever merciful, contemplated taking the squirrel out back and putting it down in the most gruesome way possible. His contemplative thoughts nearly became reality once when Chitters got into his personal datapads that he usually kept hidden away. Those were his only remaining items from his time as Orion and he may or may not have blasted much of the wall into scrap as he widely shot at the squirrel. That day Unicron learned Optimus's limits and he did not touch the Prime's personal items again. He wanted to cause chaos, but he didn't want to earn the true ire of Primus's chosen vessel.
The team hated Chitters and the children knew it. So eventually Rafael tried in vain to let the squirrel go for the sanity of everyone. Long story short, he failed. No matter what he did, Chitters always came back and nestled in his hair like an unwelcome louse. Unicron wasn't upset in the slightest at the children gathering together to try and attempt to get rid of his avatar. In fact he found it to be a fun game to find a way to sneak his avatar back into the Autobot base.
Of course not everything was fun and games for the chaos god, though he greatly enjoyed messing with the Autobots. The Decepticons were a real threat, one that loomed over the children every time they left base. As such Chitters followed the children whenever they left and proved to be far more dangerous than anything else out there once the squirrel got on a Decepticon. Unicron would not tolerate anyone touching HIS children, especially not a disgusting spawn of Primus.
Vehicons that got too close found a rapid squirrel in their joints, tearing away at cables and wiring while somehow managing to not be squished as the Cybertronian flailed. Starscream was met with a rapid squirrel to the windshield once when he attempted to bomb Bulkhead, and simultaneously the children. The seeker ended up crashing into a wall and very nearly being blown to bits. Knockout got scratched one time by Chitters and swore off touching the children ever again. Soundwave straight up avoided the squirrel and didn't bother with the human children upon seeing what Chitters could do. Breakdown once tried to squish the squirrel, but no matter how many times he attempted to, Chitters got back up and tried to maul him. Megatron very nearly got his optics destroyed once when he got too close to the children and has since put out a kill on sight order for the rapid avatar of Unicron (not that any heed it).
Seeing all this the team were suspicious as pit in regards to the squirrel. Ratchet tried to drop a weight on the squirrel only for it to bounce off harmlessly, earning awed and shocked expressions from the medic. Bulkhead and Wheeljack attempted to blast Chitters with a flamethrower only for the squirrel to brush it off and continue onward and chase the wrecker duo who screamed like human girls. Bumblebee made his own attempts to murder the avatar through various means ranging from but not limited to sniping, acid, drowning, crushing, and even suffocation. But nothing ever worked and in the end after months of enduring Chitters, Optimus knelt before the squirrel, glared at it, and ordered Unicron to get the hell out of his base until he behaved.
The chaos god obliged, not even hesitating after he very nearly sent the Prime into a rage when he touched his datapads. A few days later he returned and nestled in Rafael's hair again.
Optimus knew that Chitters was an avatar and the rest of the team sensed something else was off, but they never commented and focused their efforts on what needed to be done. They only really attempted to kill Chitters when they devised a new potential method of extermination. At which point they would try it out on Chitters just to see if it would work or not (which it never did).
How do you think the bots and cons will recast learning how humans give birth
Oh good gracious this is going to be so very fun to write.
Human Birth
The bots were well aware that humans reproduced biologically and gestated their young within their bodies. That much they knew. And Ratchet had been made aware of some of the complexities of human gestation and... reproduction after flipping out after Miko's period started in base. However most of the finer details of the human birthing process were not known to them. And since it had no real bearing on their mission on earth, none of the team every really bothered to ask about it.
But eventually curiosity led one thing to another and a few months after Smokescreen's arrival and upon having nothing better to do, he couldn't help but ask.
Smokescreen: So you humans have this weird mark on your abdomen. What is it? I've seen it when you stretch sometimes.
Jack: Ah, that's what we call a bellybutton.
Smokescreen: Alright, so what is it?
Rafael: It's a bunch of scar tissue that covers up where we were attached to our mothers during our development.
Smokescreen: So you were attached to your carrier by a chord of sorts?
Miko: Yep, and when we are born it gets cut so that it doesn't hurt us during or after the birth.
Smokescreen: Interesting, but how do you humans get out of your carrier once you finish developing? Your females don't seem to have a hatch or anything.
Jack: About that...
Hearing the conversation the team began to start gathering around. Optimus lingered a ways back, Arcee and Bulkhead went about their duties pretending to not be interested, Bumblebee turned down the volume on his video game to listen, and Ratchet paused in his efforts to hear what was said. The children noted this but did not comment as June made her appearance to teach Smokescreen about the process that is human childbirth.
First she made the bots aware of the process involved in the production of offspring which earned her a few odd looks but beyond that no real signs of disgust. The bots were not exactly enamored with the process, but they understood the concept of materials needing to come from the Sire to assist in the gestation of the young within the Carrier.
Ratchet found it odd that Carriers were left so wildly unprotected during the later stages of their gestation, not having any armor to guard the vital place where her young developed. Optimus seemed more concerned over the fact that the process of starting the gestation process was so unreliable. On Cybertron if a bot wanted offspring they would go to the well and collect a newspark, but the human method seemed littered with uncertainty and it bothered him. Arcee and Bulkhead were left a little weirded out by the idea of intercourse as a whole but accepted it as a quirk of organics. Bumblebee and Smokescreen however were more interested in how the human infant got out of the Carrier rather than how it got in.
Seeing this June continued, sending the children away and pulling up a video of childbirth used for educational purposes. She expected the bots to take it as apathetically as they had accepted the knowledge of how human children are conceived.
She was wrong.
Smokescreen purged the moment the birthing process began, falling to the ground and unable to stop himself from clearing his tanks in response to the horrifying sight. Bumblebee crushed his video game controller in terror as he watched the human woman in the video be practically split in half. He would have purged too if it weren't for the fact that Optimus hastily covered his optics and audio receptors moments after the video began. Bulkhead however was not as fortunate and booked it out of the room to purge slightly more eloquently the second the baby's head started to come through.
Arcee didn't move and just watched in increasing horror as blood and fluid and all other things she had learned were vital to humans came out with the infant. Ratchet died a little more inside as he observed, taking notes but growing increasingly more terrified with the whole thing, especially when the baby finally came out and looked like a deformed slug. At the same time Optimus kept Bumblebee from watching while still observing himself. The Matrix and his archivist coding urged him to collect the data, but even he felt his tanks churn enough that he was forced to activate his battlemask and rely on the Matrix to dull his increasing disgust and concern.
When the video was over the bots that remained in the room were rather shaky, all of them remaining silent as June packed up and then called out into the base.
June: So that was human birth. Any questions?
The team: ....
Ratchet: How is your species not extinct?
The team were absolutely shook. Discussion of human birthing processes was silently outlawed and the team gained a deep and newfound respect for any and all females.
The male humans may be the strong ones who provide for and protect their mates, (an important role all the same) but the females tear themselves to pieces just to produce one screaming and dependent human infant who will rely on her for nearly two decades. Not only that but every single month they suffer pains and bleed everywhere when they don't go through what appeared to be the hellish experience of producing offspring. Miko suddenly found herself with a lot more sympathy and understanding the next time her period came.
As for the Decepticons? They learned about the human birthing process by accident.
Soundwave was having a grand old time scrolling the internet searching for valuable data on humans when he found videos of the human birthing process. He has never been particularly squeamish, but after reviewing the whole video he vowed to never do so again and sent a copy of it to everyone else of note on the nemesis as payback of sorts.
Knockout lost his scrap at seeing what humans go through to spawn more of themselves. Disgust took precedence above all else and he swore off touching the females whenever possible since obviously they had to be deathworlder monsters to survive that process. Breakdown and Dreadwing despite being both powerful and experienced soldiers felt queasy just watching and the former ended up purging later when recalling the video after refueling. Starscream straight up threw his datapad at the wall upon looking at the video for 0.2 seconds. He is still haunted by the sights he saw.
Shockwave was fascinated by the process more than anything else but found it ultimately a very flawed procedure. What species would willingly tear themselves apart just to birth a singular and largely useless organism? As for Megatron? He watched the whole video through with increasing horror before putting it away and banning the viewing of the video without a second thought. Disgusting and surprisingly resilient organics both awed and terrified him.
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