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In which I make a whole OC solely to get manipulated into a vampiric situationship with everyone's favorite Cyberworld menace. His name is Wind Runner, he's a Eastern Dragon/bullet train triple changer, maybe one day I will post refs of him but that day is not today. But enjoy!

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Wind Runner’s vents chuffed hot steam as the last of his attackers finally retreated, the condensation dripping off his scale-tiled chassis in cooldown mode. He really wished they were closer to the ocean tile; he could really use a good swim. But his partner had insisted they come all this way to the desert edge, and he’d insisted that they had to siege that team of ground-pounders for some artifact that they had. And the two of them had won, by the way he’d had these two on the run back to whence they came. But he couldn’t lie: he was tired. Winded, dare he say.

But if he was winded, how was his–?

“Ah, scrap–Galvatron!” The triple-changer called, realizing that his fellow dragon was missing in action. “Hey! You still alive out there?”

He jogged across the sand, flinching at the grains trapping themselves in his panelling again and retreated back to the jungle brush, scoping out for his partner. “Don’t tell me you went overboard again– ah.”

And there, panting among the trees, was his companion, just as worn out as he was. But he did have that thing they’d raided for–that power-up orb that he didn’t quite understand– so he’d at least been successful in claiming his prize. The dragonformer’s optics perked up from behind his visor as Wind Runner trotted into view, and an expression of relief washed over his features.

“Oh, ya made it! I was just ‘bout to go out lookin for you, but y’seem to have found me first!” 

Wind Runner’s tail swished bashfully. “It’s nothing, I’ve got the energy to spare. You got what you were looking for, right?”

Galvatron held up the orb. “Right here. But that was a lot more of a fight than I was expectin’, sure took a lot out of me to wrestle this thing from them two bandits, heh.”

“Oh, are you low on energon? Need repairs? I can fly back to Cyber City, sneak around for a bit and grab some supplies if you–” “No, no, I’m just low on energon. Didn’t think I’d use so much–I, er, might not have enough to make it back through the jungle tile.”

“You’re that low?” Wind Runner’s spark sank a little. Had this expedition really been worth it? “Scrap, you should’ve regrouped with me, I could’ve helped you. But no matter. I can find us a challenge. Get your levels back up a bit, even if it means I gotta lose a little energon to do so.”

“It’s not worth the risk. If it’s something like those damn shooter games again, well…” He rubbed the side of his helm sheepishly. “Look, there’s… another way I’ve got of doin’ an energon transfer. It’s a bit of a last-resort kinda thing, but…”

“Oh. That’s fine, as long as it works, I’d be happy to–” Wind Runner started, and immediately recoiled over his words as Galvatron opened his mouth, flashing a pair of pointed dentae that looked as sharp as knives. “Holy scrap! Hold–hold on, wait, nononono, not as long as it works, what–”

“Hey, hey, quit runnin’ your engines, it’s not–”

“You are not going to bite a chunk out of my frame!”

“These aren’t for that kinda bitin’-!” Galvatron flailed his hands uselessly, trying to calm him down. “They’re more like, er, injection needles. They just insert into a fuel line and just extract a lil’ energon. See why I said this was a last resort?”

“That doesn’t make it better! You’re not going to bite me, because that’s weird. I’m not keen on being bitten.” Wind Runner said, crossing his arms from a much larger distance than he had been standing before. “Just hang on. I’ll find us a challenge to beat. I’ll even roll over and let you lose, m’kay? Just don’t–”

“And what about me in the meantime? It might be cycles. I might not have that kinda time, Wind Runner. Come on, I don’t like this any more than you do, I just need a little to keep me goin’- are ya really gonna make me beg? Please, Wind Runner, do your partner a favor?”

The triple-changer dared peek through upturned optics at the somber, beseeching expression on his partner’s face, and sighed deeply. If only this damn dragon wasn’t so good at making him feel bad-!

“... Ggghh. Just a little, right? Like what, one level? Two?” He finally cracked, trying not to look down at his companion’s lips, and the horrors he housed within. “I have six levels on me now. You can have two.”

“That’ll do just fine, thank you, Wind’~!” And instantly, the dragon’s desperate facade melted away with the little leap in his step as he bounded over to the triple-changer. “I really, really owe you one!”

“We’re a team, it’s what we do, right? But, um, what fuel line are you going to…”

Galvatron looked him over, optics scanning him curiously, almost hungrily. “There’s not a lot of exposed lines to choose from, in my experience. With a ‘bot like you, the only one might be on the neck.”

“The neck? Are you sure? You can’t just, I don’t know, bite my finger or something?” Wind Runner said nervously, taking a step back in apprehension. “The neck’s kinda close to my, um, everything.”

“Like I said, last resort. This’s a delicate operation, I wouldn’t want one of these breakin’ off inside of ya.” Galvatron said, taking a step forward, his fangs bared in demonstration. “I promise t’be gentle. I would never hurt ya, you trust me, right?”

“Yeah…” Wind Runner took another step back instinctually, only for his back to butt up against the trunk of one of the jungle trees. “Yeah. I trust you.”

“Good. We’re on the same team here. It’ll be better if I have enough energy to fight, so you don’t have to do all the defendin’, right?” The little smile on his lips only looked all the more ominous as one purple hand reached up to tilt his head up, baring his neck and all of its cabling for Galvatron to access. “This’ll only take a moment, just don’t think about it too hard, ‘lright?”

Wind Runner opened his mouth to say something. But the words died in his throat as two pinpricks of steel plunged in, sinking into the soft mesh of his fuel lines, and Galvatron began to drink. 

He could see, out of the corner of his optics, the particles of energon slithering from his frame to his companion’s, accompanying a new, peculiar feeling, of fuel flowing from his frame, up and out through the puncture not unlike the disappointing vertigo of energon loss after a failed challenge, but much more localized, and much, much more dizzying. He was suddenly quite thankful for the tree behind him, bracing his back against something heavy and stable while his partner refueled, the hot pressure of those fangs stabbing into his neck dissipating into an uncomfortable ache.

He hated this sensation–worried that one small movement, and those fangs would tear a hole in his most delicate lines that could not be patched, that he was being held at the complete mercy of his fellow dragon, as vulnerable as he could ever be. And Galvatron was so close, his body almost completely pressed up against his, so much so that he could hear the quiet suction of his oral siphons swallowing up his precious fuel, bit by bit, level by level.

Scrap, his levels. He glanced up from Galvatron to his HUD and he was–level 3? That was enough, Galvatron had already taken too much, and he tried to will his mouth open to warn the dragon, but like the energon in his frame, even that willpower siphoned away, replaced by a cold, heavy draping feeling of fear. If he even tried to talk, it might exacerbate the holes in his fuel line, tearing them loose. And what if Galvatron simply didn’t pull away? But he trusted Galvatron, didn’t he? Why couldn’t he place his faith in the mech–why was he so uneasy about this?

His energon levels dropped to 2, and the uncomfortable sensation of fuel being pulled through the wound grew ever more dizzying, as his knees started to shake. But he could not fall–he could feel his partner’s frame pressed against his body, holding him aloft, feel the blazing stare of yellow optics on his frame, the mouth around his neck heating his metal hot as a foundry. He managed to muster up just enough strength to bring his arm up carefully, shakily, and grab Galvatron by the shoulder, tapping him twice in desperation, a silent plea to stop, please stop, hoping he’d take the hint. 

And yet Galvatron did not stop. Why did it feel like he’d leaned closer? Wind Runner gasped through his vents, a silent, strangled scream for help, fingers scrabbling desperately against the dragon’s arm plating. His vision was going blurry. That really, really wasn’t good–he was in trouble. He might black out, he thought through muddled panic, with that feeling of vertigo only growing by the second. He needed Galvatron to stop, the edges of blackness creeping into his HUD, which was flashing urgent, red warning signs across every inch that he could barely even read–

And as quick as it had been forced upon him, those fangs retracted with the rest of his companion’s body, and his frame dropped from its place against the tree to the floor in a heap, just barely clinging to consciousness. The purple frame of his companion blurred in and out of view for a minute, and then another, till finally it stooped down into his vision as his optics began to focus again.

“You alright down there?”

“Y-you–” Wind Runner would have kicked the bot in the shins if he had the energy to. It was taking all that he had not to cuss the mech out in a tirade of frenzied profanities. “You took too much.” 

Galvatron’s optics widened in some form of concern. “Aw, did I? I’m sorry, Wind’, I– I really didn’t mean to, I must’ve got caught up in it, I’m really, really sorry…”

If he’d had more energon, or even less, perhaps he would have had it in him to stay mad. But there was nothing left inside Wind Runner to fight back, and Galvatron’s piteous keenings filled the void in him, till there wasn’t enough of that terror left in him to be angry about it. He really did seem remorseful, as he extended a hand, pulling him to his pedes shakily. 

“Mgh. ‘S the last time you’re ever going to do an energon transfer like that with me. I feel awful.” He looked at his HUD again. Level 1. He was all but out of energon now–not enough to feel comfortable flying back in dragon form. The prospect of a nice swim in the ocean tile felt like a distant idea. “You took me down to Level 1.”

“I really didn’t mean it. Next time, tell me if I’m gettin’ you low, alright?” His companion crooned, patting him on the shoulder heavily. Somehow Wind Runner didn’t quite believe he meant either of those statements fully, but Galvatron was already turning away, gesturing him forth back towards the path through the jungle, and he didn’t have it in him to argue back. Not now, at least. “Here, I’ll lead this time and look out for trouble. There’s a dungeon in this tile we need to find, and I don’t figure it’ll be an easy trek. Keep close, won’tcha? Wouldn’t want you gettin’ lost…”

ATTENTION EVERYONE GALVATRON IS BACK GALVATRON IS BACK!!!!! He got a whopping 1 second this episode but it was SO IMPACTFUL and now we are going to discuss that one second

First off, he has vampire fangs. Those weren’t there before. Guess what’s going into every single fanart I make of him ever for the rest of time. VAMPIRE DRAGON COWBOY GALVATRON IS TRULY CANON I love you Ali Lightfoot and co

Second of all, his one second of screen time appears right at the end after OP and team wins some energon in the uhh, 6 7 basketball minigame, but we’re not here for that. The energon particle effects seemed to pass through the minigame, out through the jungle, then head up some cables presumably into Galvatron, or some sort of console in front of him (because the effect didn’t envelop his body). So he’s underground now, survived Scorponok, and has some sort of base of operations judging by the weird light strips around him.

I considered maybe that the light strips were from Scorponok because they vaguely look like headlights/you can kind of see some sort of sillouhette around the dark shape around them, but it’s doubtful because I don’t think that’s a Scorponok shape. Actually, it seems like he’s standing on some sort of platform. Maybe it could be Scorponok. Or some kind of center console of sorts under all of Cyberworld?

Wait. WAIT. Unless it wasn’t energon at all?

This effect has cubes and a lot more pink sparkles in it. We saw these effects before with Wheeljack, right as the world glitched.

And the energon effect looks like this, with more blue flamey bits and not really any pink at all:

I haven't seen/remember seeing these pink-blue particles anywhere else in the show, but if anyone remembers seeing these effects, let me know so I can address them.

Anyways, other things we know: these orbs have world-editing properties, we know this from episode 26 when one of these was put in an underground pedestal which changed a nearby rock into a block of ice (and spat team OP out into an ice tile). And the orb Wheeljack had did some weird crap and spewed particles right as the entire world glitched (see above)

We also know that these orbs can be used as power-ups, which gave OP a boost, and then Galvatron, after he kicked OP's ass and took the powerup for himself, draining it and then crushing the drained orb into scrap:

But a few things, first off Galvatron is the only one we see ever destroying one of these orbs/draining it of all of its power. Which might be related to the way he can siphon energon from other bots from his hand. But also, the remaining scrap that he drops after he destroys the orb doesn't really look orb-shaped, it looks rusty and used like it'd been in the desert for multiple years, like him.

IN ADDITION, Galvatron himself is a bit of an enigma. Because if you remember his first appearance, he was grey and rusted, taking the form of a junk collector, "Ron". It's only after he's siphoned all of Team Prime that he returns to his dragon form. I originally thought that maybe it was because when you lose all your energon/go to zero levels, you do that Fortnite thing where you're prone and not dead, but need to be revived or whatever. But this doesn't add up, because in episode 25, all of Team Prime, including Snarl, seem concerned about Grimlock overexerting himself in a minigame and losing his energon, implying something worse might happen? Why would they be so worried about him losing his energon, if him and Snarl's team could just win the game which would give him energon back? We know people can die: Megatron died. Were they worried he would die instead of doing what Galvatron did, and going all grey?

So here's a theory. Galvatron's clearly got some sort of stake in this world, more than we know. He might be a hacker, he might be in kahoots with the sim creators themselves. He says Cyberworld's name out loud in ep 12, and instead of proclaiming of looking for some way to escape, like most of the others seem to be looking for, he seems intent on conquering the world instead. Which could mean that either he likes it here, or he has some deeper connection to the world than we know.

He also might be some sort of orb console in of himself. He could have edited that orb to look like/become scrap so that it couldn't be used again. He's the only bot shown to have powers to siphon energon from other bots and seems to have some sort of pull on the world with those pink sparkles things.

I think he's an exception to a possible world rule of "no energon = you die". Because he's the only bot we see having a sort of "downed" form, and his current form: when he was in the desert, maybe he edited himself to look rusted, hid his tail, etc., so that he could hide from everyone because they were onto him/jumping him and he needed to escape. Then, when he'd picked up enough energon from Team Prime, he edited himself again to return to his original form. Because see this picture:

One twitter user pointed out that if you look at the shadow right behind him, it's not the shadow of 'Ron' at all, but has the horns and stacks of Galvatron. Which is excellent foreshadowing. Not just to what happens later in the episode, but maybe of properties of powers we don't know of yet from him related to world-editing?

His behavior in episode 24 is also mysterious. He could have easily taken that crate they were fighting over for himself, but didn't. Power-ups mysteriously appeared in the area. And he also proclaims that he knew "keeping [Team Prime] alive was a good idea". He knows something, he's up to something... He also finds Megatron's axe (the one that hurt him when it hit him) "archaic", which is interesting; how long has he been here, or has he even been part of the outside world at all? No other weapon could hurt him but this one...

But we also know that he survives till season 2, because a teaser clip of s2 shows him fighting a cosmically-powered energon-surged Bumblebee. So he may be setting up to be the overarching big bad of the entire series after all.

Hell, when the world glitched out and we saw those pink particles fly around, at the end of the episode, some of them flew into him/wherever the hell he was. Maybe he's not just siphoning bots, but the energy of the simulation itself! Maybe he's going to threaten to literally consume the world and all of its inhabitants, Unicron-style, which would probably kill everyone, and then return to reality and take over?