A Trsformers AU That I'll Never Write

Windblade and Slipstream are two sides of the same coin. Both are flyers dedicated to their cause, both are skilled in servo to servo combat, and both love to fight. It's no surprise that they would end up dating. Only one problem with their relationship: Windblade is an Autobot, and Slipstream is a Decepticon. How their romance came to be in unknown, but the fact is that the two femme flyers have been at it for a while. On the surface and around other teammates, there is only vaguely flirtatious behavior and compliments as they battle to the perceived death, but in private, they enjoy making passionate love to each other. Some have suspected foul play, but in a war, any perceived interaction between two femmes is bound to be taken the wrong way, they rationalize. Oh, how right they are.

Starscream used to be Air Commander and leader of all Seekers. That was until two thirds of his trine was shot down over Iacon during one of the many firefights in the city. The flyer watched his brothers, the only bots he cared about crash land into a pit and perish. Starscream became bitter and cold, even more so then before. His plans to overthrow Megatron and lead the Decepticons were put on hold indefinitely. Starscream turned to the only other thing he enjoyed: science. He took over as leader scientist (not that difficult when the only other scientist was insane) and became a recluse, only leaving his lab to show his projects to whoever he deemed necessary. Recently, his spark bond with his brothers has been pulsing. Almost as if one of them is still alive and only now wants to comfort his spark broken brother.

Octane used to be a Decepticon. A competent one too. A volunteer for the same triple changer program as Tailgate, Octane could turn from robot to jet to truck whenever he pleased. But everything changed once again when he found himself on Earth. He was disgusted. Not by the fleshy organics the others hated, no, but by himself and all his brethren. Octane remembered the message Megatron preached when the war started about simply stopping the wrongdoings of old Cybertronian government. And now they were on a completely different planet killing defenseless creatures for fun?! They did the Decepticons no harm! They couldn't even begin to do so. Octane needed answers and he sought them out. He found them in the form of Optimus Prime and the Autobots. There, it became clear what the answer was: the Decepticons had lost their way. War was all they knew now, not justice. Not overturning the oppresive class system. Octane ripped off his Decepticon badge and pleaded with the Autobots to allow him to rectify his errors. A changed bot, Octane, now blue and light gray rather then black and dark gray, fights for the Autobot cause as the last vestige of the true Decepticon cause. One built around peace, not tyranny.

The first thing you'll notice about Bumblebee is his face. Or rather, his lack of one. All that's left is a single staring eye centered in the middle, a clear indication that he's a victim of one of the most prominent forms of punishment on old Cybertron: Empurata. The removal of the head and hands, replaced with a featureless cyclops face and claws. Despite his setbacks, Bumblebee has proven himself to be a capable warrior and a true friend to all Autobots willing to get to know him. Why he received the punishment is unknown to all except him, but rumors suggest he was caught in a conspiracy and made an outcast for his findings. Asking him will simply lead to Bumblebee staring into the distance, ignoring you until you give up. The only glimpse into Bumblebee's true feelings about his situation one will ever find is in those moments when someone gets curious. The only time his friendly nature is offset.

Cycl0nus is viewed as an abomination by most Cybertronians. It isn't very hard to blame them. He was once a combat drone built by humans to fight off the Decepticons. But the AI they gave him was too advanced. When Cycl0nus was born, so was his conscience... and a never ending bloodlust. After trashing the facility he was born in, Cycl0nus joined the Decepticons, as they were the only ones who would allow him to do as he pleased with his need to kill. Only one bot so far has him feeling something else. A small triple changer by the name of Tailgate leaves him with a feeling everyone calls love. The two became Conjunx Endura, a ceremony he has yet to fully understand, especially with all the conflicting data he has been given. "A spark bond? But I have no spark. How can this be?" Perhaps it is not meant to be understood, but simply enjoyed. It is indeed enjoyed by Cycl0nus, almost as much as he enjoys rending Autobot chassis useless.

Tailgate is very much the same bot as in G1. The same personality traits, color scheme, size, ECT. But there are a few changes. The first to go over is that he is a Decepticon. In Transverse, Tailgate joined the Decepticons because he felt that the Cybertronian justice system was wrong. Empurata was one of many injustices he sought to change, as an old friend of his by the name of Bumblebee was a tragic victim of this fate. Over time, however, greed and violence that plauged most Cons when the government was eventually overthrown and the war's message was lost corrupted Tailgate. He joined a special program dedicated to giving multiple vehicle modes to whoever joined or "volunteered". The operation was successful and Tailgate walked out with the ability to change into both a car and a helicopter. Now with the power of the flight as well as his natural afinity for ground travel, Tailgate was virtually unmatched in combat, except by one. By a familiar yellow Autobot, the same one he once tried to help. Tailgate and Bumblebee were once friends, but now they are bitter enemies. Whatever hope they had for repairing their former friendship has been lost for a long time. Now there is only sparkbreak and betrayal. It left Tailgate cold, something he masks with a friendly demeaner and only lets out around his Conjunx, Cycl0nus. Thus is the tragic tale of Tailgate.

* Name is very much a work in progress. If you have ideas, let me know.