Maintaining the status quo

So you could say “He flew,” but there are three different forms of “flew,” so you can tell if the “he” is someone in robot-mode, someone in jet-mode, or a bird or plane or comet or some shit.

Among other things, this means that depending on if it’s the Robot, Vehicle, or Other verb, someone speaking a Cybertronian language can imply transformation without having to state it. So, someone could say “He flew(V) to the building and then he landed® on the roof,” the changes in the verb form imply that he transformed before he landed.

The verb forms for “transform” match the initial state, not the ultimate state. So, if you’re tranforming from Robot to Vehicle mode, you have to use transform® rather than transform(V). So, “He flew(V), transformed(V), and then landed®” would be proper grammar, because he’s a Vehicle transforming into a Robot; “He flew(V), transformed®, and then landed®” would be improper grammar.

The Other verb form of “transform” is all but obsolete, because a non-robot non-vehicle thing can’t transform. Like you can use that form if you want but you sound kinda dumb and nobody knows what you’re talking about because it doesn’t make sense. It’s like saying “the silence jumped.” Grammatically correct, logically nonsensical.

In an alternate timeline a version of Trepan exists that wants to help those who have been a victim of the Senate rather than be one of the perpetrators.

Starting out in the employ of the Senate, Trepan begins as normal, carrying his job day in and day out, altering those who are brought in for things ranging from minor adjustments to major surgeries such as empurata. Eventually the mnemosurgeon becomes disenchanted with his job, slowly beginning to realize the horrors he has inflicted on these poor mecha.

He soon comes to the decision to leave the Senate and set out on his own. And he takes Lobe with him.

They set up a clinic on the outskirts of the city, helping those who have been altered through empurata to get back some semblance of normalcy. They also take special requests from any mech who may want specific alterations that they cannot have done anywhere else.

Unfortunately the Senate is not keen on letting them go so easily and Trepan is captured one night on his way back home. He is subjected to empurata and thrown back to the streets with the threat of worse things coming if he and Lobe did not cease and desist their “little project”.

Trepan takes the empurata in stride, using it as motivation to continue onward. After all, he and Lobe had perfected their ability to reverse the procedure and Trepan regains his hands, though unfortunately the face cannot be saved. From now on they are much more careful, and the Senate does not find them again.

rungian-psychiatry is currently at the hospital and unable to get word out so I am posting this on her behalf.

I have known Rose for little over 4 months, and what I have learned is that she is an absolute darling of a woman; Bright. Enthusiastic. Optimistic. And still finding things to smile and laugh about despite all of her hardships so far. Be it my cursing on ARK, her cicada screaming cats in heat, or our arguments over the definition of American Jelly vs Australian Jelly.

But what I would love, is to see her get her wish. To get past this chapter of her life, and into books of recovery and independence. To be able to draw without discomfort and pain.

Give small. Give big. I am not asking for much. If every one of my followers gave so much as $2, this campaign would be over in an hour. 

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Me.

Because I apparently can’t stop wanting to take on new muses. 

(( @needlesandpuppetstrings, feel free to jump in/reblog regardless where Jamie and I are! ))

This was an arrangement he could get behind for any amount of time. Who better to have around than himself, thrice over? Even if only one was currently here.

“So my dear alternate, are you up for causing three times the amount of terror and perhaps a little more?” 

“You must be made of the same spark as I, because you are speaking my language” Trepan grinned, already thinking of a fourth unfortunate partner to join.

Megatron sprang to mind, but he liked his little ‘room mate’ in his mental state.

Another rather uneventful meeting with the Senate out of the way and Kita was glad to be done. Despite having a love for what she did, she often found it tiring to deal with old, rich jerks but unfortunately that was what she was required to do.

At least something good had come of these past few weeks spent in Iacon, sorting out trading agreements and the likes between Vos and the Senate- her relationship with one of the resident mnemosurgeons. Unlike the others who worked there, Lancet was much more to Kita’s liking, being far more outgoing and even sweet.

Little bit of angst, little bit of fluff. A small drabble for @needlesandpuppetstrings, but also relevant to this blog. Also, @lobe-the-mnemosurgeon. Figured you’d get some level of enjoyment out of this as well.

It only took a moment, a flash of light and laser and a single well-placed shot. There was a burning pain of searing metals, singed wiring, a skipping vox from screaming. He had known it would end like this, in pain, but he had never known how much.

In the next moment, darkness. It wasn’t a cold darkness, no, nor was it darkness in the sense it should have been. It was then that he noticed he was floating, as if he were in space, without mass.

Moments after, he noticed that there was no pain, and his antennae flicked in confusion. Trepan had been in stasis once before, but this felt nothing like the clawing suffocation of an injured frame without escape. There was warmth and light from a distance, enticing and welcoming to the little surgeon.

After gaining his wits about him, he finally took in his surroundings; it was all endless expanse- beautiful and untouched. Perhaps there were some mountains in the distance, and a city to the west. Iacon, maybe? He couldn’t tell. Regardless, it was strange and he couldn’t tell where he was. He only knew that the landscape was empty, where once there was life and bustling cities now only barren. Up above were two moons and a sun that Trepan was sure, if he only reached, he could touch.

The shine of his armor caught his attention, and he was almost dumbfounded by what he saw; his frame, whole and untouched- not a single scratch on its smooth and pristine surface. He set a servo against his chestplating, the hum of his spark strong where it shouldn’t be. Yet, the pain and ache of a loss suffered so long ago still remained.

He could go anywhere it seemed, but he didn’t want to. Not without

Lobe…

“All you need do is call for me, spark of my spark. I am here.”

Trepan spun around, optics widening at what he saw. There- Lobe, his Lobe. As whole as himself, looking younger and stronger than he had in ages. Trepan reached out, almost hesitant that Lobe would disappear if he touched the larger surgeon’s frame.

Lobe’s field flared in amusement, the sly smirk he always wore still the same. “You seem confused, Trepan. Have you no idea where you are?” His response was merely a huff, and it dragged a soft chuckle out of the elder one’s vox. He said nothing however, as Trepan began speaking, softly and slowly.

“I… I felt it. Our bond, your offlining, the emptiness that came and never left… How are you here? How is this possible?” Trepan’s voice began wavering, but still, “I felt your death a universe away and still you taunt me?!”

Lobe mere hummed and wrapped his arms about his distraught mate, running digit tips along his spinal strut. “What happened to that cocky little mech I knew? He would not be complaining as much as you are now.”

As much as Trepan wanted to fight, he merely leaned into the touch, harsh trembling wracking his frame as he tried to keep his sobs in. “I lost the only mech who ever meant anything to me. I lost you.”

Lobe leaned down to press the side of his helm to that of his mate’s, humming softly yet, “There is no loss here, my love. There is no loss in the Well, only eternity.”

Trepan pulled back slightly, only to then press a soft kiss to his mate’s lip-plating, “Light of my day.”

Lobe smiled then, setting his helm against his smaller lover’s, “The moonlight of my night.”

After the first couple of times, Trepan had become numb to seeing himself appear in his office. He wasn’t sure whether this was a new Trepan, or one he had already met, but the offering of rust sticks made him believe that this was a new one.After all, the previous Trepan had never brought him sweets before.

“I will keep that in mind.” Even if he still wasn’t all that worried. Trepan was sure he could find a way to work around anything the psychologist might throw at him.

“And I do have… something else, left of the two.” Or rather, some/one/, although no one knew who the pair of mechlings were.

After the first couple of times, Trepan had become numb to seeing himself appear in his office. He wasn’t sure whether this was a new Trepan, or one he had already met, but the offering of rust sticks made him believe that this was a new one.After all, the previous Trepan had never brought him sweets before.

“Amicas? Wise choice.” He nodded then, field shifting once again to fondness as he thought of his own. “My own Amica was Froid. I recently found him again so it isn’t all sadness. I am thankful he survived at least.”

Though something seemed distinctly… off, about him. He had yet to find out what yet. Regardless, he didn’t care in the least. 

After the first couple of times, Trepan had become numb to seeing himself appear in his office. He wasn’t sure whether this was a new Trepan, or one he had already met, but the offering of rust sticks made him believe that this was a new one.After all, the previous Trepan had never brought him sweets before.

Trepan frowned the slightest bit at the question, field flaring in sadness. “Close? Yes, very. …we were conjunx along with Rossum.” Lobe and Rossum were bonded ages before he was even created but both mechs had welcomed him with open arms.

“They are the reason I pushed so hard for Megatron’s immediate execution.” There was the vindication he felt, and it was evident as his field shifted to reflect that. “Both his and Overlord’s.”

“I am terribly sorry for you loss then.” Trepan frowned, armor clamping closer as he thought about losing his own Lobe. It wasn’t anything he would wish on any of his alternates.

After the first couple of times, Trepan had become numb to seeing himself appear in his office. He wasn’t sure whether this was a new Trepan, or one he had already met, but the offering of rust sticks made him believe that this was a new one.After all, the previous Trepan had never brought him sweets before.

Trepan gave a small nod in thanks before taking the offered seat, leaning back and crossing one leg strut over the other. “There was a small list that didn’t even make it onto my table. Those like Megatron and Tarn and Overlord were executed immediately after apprehension.”

Trepan hummed and sifted through his subspace, then offered up a datapad to the other with current and relevant information pertaining to his world. “It is nice to know that at least one iteration of Lobe still lives though. Both he, his apprentice, and Rossum all perished in the war.” But at least he still had Technetius and Promethius with him. 

Trepan took the datapad and immediately plugged into it, perusing the information quickly, “Hm...very similar to my world actually.” He was glad Lobe had escaped, as it seemed his Amica was never lucky in the other universal timelines.