Jan 24, 2020
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Unexpected guests at midnight.
The sparkbrothers Swerve Bomb and Smack were in the middle of recharge when several sensors went off in their ship, waking both of them rather easily. As it was the middle of the night, about midnight in human time Swerve went to the console and deactivated the alarms which would no doubt alert nearby beings of their presence.
Breathlessly sighing the bot then began to look over just what tripped he and his brother’s ship, several cybertronian signals nearby.. potential allies? or enemies? Only one way to find out.
=Hey, Smack. May be some other bots around or some cons finally found us, you ready for either?=
The dinobot growled out initially, shaking himself to free some debris from his alt mode chassis. “Bored, angry, want scrap jerks”
Another breathless sigh. =Just follow me brother= Swerve bomb told Smack before transforming into his tank alt mode, rolling out of the ship’s hanger with the dino following close behind to the last location the ship’s computer picked up the cybertronian signatures.
(Starter for @stormshift )
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Transformers: Prime, Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Breakdown/Knock Out Characters: Knockout, Stormshift (oc), Breakdown (Transformers) Additional Tags: decepticons are brutal, everyone is a victim of Megatron's tyrrany, Undertones of abuse, Stormshift is at the bottom of the decepticon pecking order, Original Character(s), Knockout and Breakdown, major angst, I have to stop starting all these random story clips, Knockout does not know how to handle a kid crying, picking up pieces, Life aboard the Nemesis, A young seeker growing up on the Nemesis, Decepticons are bad parental figures, Hurt/Comfort, pain and suffering, Trauma, decepticons are messed up, Knockout has to patch up the aftermath of everyone's anger, Knockout can't fix everything, Megatron is EVIL, People work in layers, behind the scenes character study, Everyone is suffering, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, breakdown - Freeform, Angst and Fluff, cute cuddling in between the suffering Summary:
Stormshift shows up in the medbay for 'mysterious' symmetrical scratches on her wings. Knockout patches up her physical injuries, although he is not quite sure how to patch up her emotions.
The struggles of a young seeker living aboard the Nemesis, where everyone is above her and people come in layers. The decepticon pecking order is built on energon and cleansing fluid, where those at the bottom are cast aside and treated as little more than objects built to appease their superiors. It's a brutal cycle where no one wins except the ones at the top, and with Megatron in charge, it is a struggle for everyone among the decepticon ranks to stay alive. Strength isn't about one's own weakness, it is about preying on the weaknesses of others.
Growing up on the Nemesis isn't easy, and with everyone out to get you, it's hard to stay alive.
I’m unfortunately not doing to well. If you saw my last post you’d know that I got an ear infection that ruptured both my eardrums. I did this little doodle to try and keep myself occupied. I’m in a mood to doodle a bit so if you have any questions for any of my characters, I’d love to take the time to answer them. I’ve been wanting to do QnA on here for awhile now. I just haven’t worked up the guts to do so in the past. If you have any questions for me or for Stormshift, go ahead and send them into my inbox.
I was brainstorming a bit today and an idea came to me about Stormshift sanding off her paint job. She uses her paint to cover up a lot of the dents and scuffs and wounds she gets from being tossed about and shot at by the vehicons and other stronger decepticons. She has a lot of weak spots in her armor because she uses paint to hide her injuries. I thought that maybe after she spent some time with the Autobots, when she decided to change her color scheme a bit, she’d have to take off the old paint in order to redo her paint job, although she’d try to hide all of the injuries she received during her time with the decepticons. Or maybe she’d just sand off her paint as punishment to herself about something that happened when she was with the decepticons.
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I did another drawing of my TFA design of Stormshift
I know I haven’t posted art on here in awhile, so here’s a nervous little birb.
@screechingtires: Catching her gaze Smokescreen flashed a cocky grin before putting his blasters away and in turn taking a hit to his shoulders. Charging forward he shifted into his alt mode and pressed heavily on the gas, allowing himself to speed forward with all the intentions of running the flyer over. Or rather at least as well as a sports car could.
Smokescreen had noticed that lack of viciousness in the way she fought. She hesitated, seemed unsure and maybe even a little reluctant? It was odd for someone who was allied with the ‘Cons and definitely something worth keeping an optic on in case it was just a ruse to lower his guard.
Stormshift stood there as the sports car sped towards her. It took her half a second to realize what the Autobot was attempting, and by that time she knew she had hardly a split second to react.
The mint green and black femme dove out of the way like an awkward grasshopper with barely a moment to spare, landing on her stomach with a face full of gravel. She then rolled over onto her back and frantically scooted herself backwards in the dirt in a desperate attempt to get back on her feet before he had a chance to try to run her over again.