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The Innovative Fox [Transformers Prime Au, Inspired Inventor, Cybertronian SI OC}

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KitsuneObsessedFreak said:
So he simply showed Starscream an image of a thumbs up emoji, flickered it to a middle finger emoji for barely a fraction of a second — even though he knew Starscream wouldn't know the meaning — and back to a thumbs up.
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Is that a reference to the rude horse? lol

Also big fan of Soundwave enjoying human terminology.
 
As always, Akane is a good influence on every 'bot she has interacted with.

As in 'Go, do a warcrime' meme sort of good influence.

Soundwave embracing his inner meme lord will never cease to entertain!
 
FTR2017 said:
As always, Akane is a good influence on every 'bot she has interacted with.

As in 'Go, do a warcrime' meme sort of good influence.

Soundwave embracing his inner meme lord will never cease to entertain!
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Indeed. Akane is a good bot, and very up for warcrimes. And Soundwave has been infected by Akane's Akaneisms at some point.

Apfelkuchen said:
That middle finger thing reminded me of this short https://youtube.com/shorts/I_ETOLDdJRg?si=aZBFrACiksxkh3o3
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Pretty much accurate. I imagine is Starscream actually understood what Soundwave had just done, he would be annoyed as hell.

I basically took the thought of the scene where Soundwave literally spares the kids, waves at them like they're being naughty, and when he get's a picture taken of him he not only lets them keep it, but takes a picture back cheekily, and made the logical conclusion that he's a fucking memelord. A decent bot, but a memelord nonetheless.
 
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"Optimus!" Agent Fowler came into the facility with a small, almost imperceptible grin. "What in god's blue earth is your Granny Akane woman making us play? That 'game' told us that your goddamn 'Synthetic Energon' is mostly safe to use! What kinda bullshit is that?"

"That's right, Synthetic Energon is safe for humans to use due to its synthetic nature," Optimus explained to the agent. "Miss Akane made it as a primer for humans to create their own Synthetic Energon, allowing you all access to a higher form of renewable energy."

"What in Uncle Sam's Beard?!" Agent Fowler shouted. "I think you're trying to fool me! There ain't no way it could be that clean."

Akane chuckled as she came up behind him and placed a tiny cube of Synthetic Energon down the back of his shirt.

"What in God's name?!" Agent Fowler panicked, grabbing the cube and holding it away from himself like it was the devil.

"Akane, please don't scare the locals," Optimus said exasperatedly. "Agent Fowler, you may have noticed that Synthetic Energon does not turn your skin blue, like normal Energon does."

"Well I'll be damned!" Agent Fowler gasped, looking over his dark skin with a critical eye. "You're right, not a hint of blue!"

It was incredible. Almost as if these bots had managed to find something absolutely stable, and usable by the good old US of A.

Akane poked Agent Fowler gently. "You'll get to play with that as much as you want, but you'll find it a lot easier if you beat the game," she chuckled. "After all, it plays just like Supreme Commander, but much more in depth. So, it should be beatable by any human child, let alone an adult."

Optimus chuckled at this.

"I recommend having your scientists on this Agent Fowler, and feel free to create your own Synthetic Energon facilities if you wish," he said with a humm of thought. "I wish to ask for a favor, however."

"And what favor would that be?" Agent Fowler asked with a raised eyebrow? "I ain't got unlimited authority, so I can only do so much unless the President Himself gives me the go-ahead."

"To control who gains access to any weapon that will be developed using Synthetic Energon," Optimus said with understandable caution. "I do not wish for humanity to wipe itself out by something we gave them as a gift."

"I'll bring it up with the President," Agent Fowler told him with a wave of his hand. "But don't expect an answer right away. He's on vacation!"

"That's understandable, for now though, I recommend using Synthetic Energon as an energy source for civilian purposes," Optimus advised with a hum of thought. "I trust that your government will be able to facilitate that transition smoothly."

"We'll have to see about that," Agent Fowler very carefully did not commit to any promises.

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"Hehe, this one goes here, and this one goes here, heheHA!" Akane cackled, putting together the finished parts for Ratchet's new Mechashift assault rifle.

It would fire Energon rounds that held an electromagnetic charge, homed in on targets, and weighed them down the more projectiles hit the target. Eventually, the weight would become too much, and the target would collapse and become vulnerable for the heated axe-hammer form that it could change into, ripping and smashing through whatever was left of his opponents in the end.

"Aaaaand dooooone~" Akane giggled, holding the thing like it was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, a true prize worthy of being put on display.

But this was no mere trinket. It would be a weapon of war.

She chuckled, walking over to Ratchet's usual workbench and placing it down beside it. It was perfectly sized for him — she'd checked thrice! So it would be simple for him to pick up and learn with enough time.

"Sweet merciful Primus, what the hell did you make, Akane?" Ratchet asked with an almost horrified awe as he looked at his new assault rifle.

"I made you a funny gun," Akane giggled. "It transforms too!"

Ratchet blinked.

"Akane..." Ratchet said warningly as he took a closer look at the assault rifle, gingerly taking the gun and examining it closer. "I'm almost afraid to ask what it does."

"It's certainly not a war crime this time~" the Foxxocopter Cybertronian giggled. "It does normal, completely sane, well within expectations for a standard war things instead!"

"... I'll be the judge of that," Ratchet grumpily as he went to the gun range for some test firing. "I hope nothing bad happens when I fire this thi—"

Ratchet didn't finish because he yelped when the gun changed into an axe-hammer, his optics widening as he looked at the weapon, then back at Akane.

"How you made a transforming weapon is beyond me, but how do I transform this back into a gun?" Ratchet asked as he looked at Akane while swinging his new weapon experimentally.

"Shift your grip into an assault rifle grip and cock it," Akane chuckled, working on her next project while she chattered.

It was very simple in design, and would make it rather easy for him to use once he had a bit of experience. Akane had faith that Ratchet would figure it out while she made her turrets.

Ratchet nodded and did exactly as Akane said, a whistle escaping his lips as the axe-hammer mechashifted back into an assault rifle.

"Now this is an interesting weapon," Ratchet stated with a smirk as he pushed the safety of the gun on before he aimed the gun to test its ergonomics. "What does it fire?"

"…Energon bullets," Akane grinned. "It can charge by feeding it a small, die sized cube of Energon, and it will last for about ten thousand rounds."

She chuckled. "You can also charge it directly, but it is a little power hungry."

"Hmm, it is a lucky thing that we have Synthetic Energon to use as energy," Ratchet said with a small huff of amusement as he walked out of the small laboratory Akane asked to be built in addition to the Synthetic Energon facility.

And a gun range. For testing purposes, where Ratchet was going to test out his new toy.

Akane could hear the gunshots immediately, the staccato of gunfire clear in the background, and then...

"Akane! What the frag did you do to the bullets!? Why are the targets being electrocuted and crushed?!" Ratchet yelled from the gun range.

"Dust rounds, son!" Akane chuckled, "They grant powers in response to magical trauma."

"... I probably shouldn't dignify that with a response, but Akane what the frag are you talking about?" Ratchet asked seriously.

"Memes, Ratchet! DNA of the soul!" Akane hollered back. "In other words, you can hurt Decepticons with that!"

"Akane, are you huffing the fumes from the Synthetic Energon harvester again? You know that's unhealthy," Ratchet chided as he looked at Akane in concern.

"I'm no more huffing the gas than you are right now Ratchet," Akane chuckled. "Besides, you know we don't need to breath technically, so it wouldn't actually do anything to us like it would humans."

She pulled out a bit of the other project she had also been working on from its spot on her workbench and tapped on the targeting lens. "This one could use a moving target, but it's too heavy for me to move. You still have that crane Ratchet?"

"I'll get it from storage," Ratchet said as he set aside his new weapon. "Do you want me to call Bumblebee and Cliffjumper to set up the shooting range for your new toy?"

"Sounds like a plan!" Akane giggled. "We can even make a party out of it. Maybe start up a funny barbecue."

"We can probably get some Synthetic Energon to snack on while we watch these guns fire," Ratchet mused as he slowly brought in the crane. "Where do you want me to place this?"

"Needs to be close enough to pick up the funny CIWS MOD LA2," Akane stated with a grin. "Also, Fowler's still here, right? He'll wanna see this."

"He is, yes..." Ratchet hummed as he looked at Akane suspiciously. "Don't traumatize him too much."

"I make no promises!" Akane grinned.

"That's what I'm worried about," Ratchet muttered under his breath.

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Cliffjumper knew that he was gonna have a ton of fun today.

After he almost died from being sucked inside a black hole, the part of him that loved war crimes and destruction was stoked.

He's gonna be able to do destructive slag again! After all these years!

A part of him knew that he had to be more careful about his... Tendencies. The humans were fragile, and very sensitive to the typical war crime shenanigans that Cybertronians do, by the Pit they even had a treaty about it.

These Geneva Convention thing, which apparently was a checklist for a certain national group called 'Canadians'.

"Hehehe, humans after my own spark," Cliffjumper sighed in slight approval. Hopefully he could meet one of their veterans someday to have a little chat.

And now, the humans have access to Synthetic Energon, a power source beyond what their brightest minds could currently comprehend.

Which meant that they would make bigger and better weapons soon! Hopefully some that he could use in combat!

"Hehehehe..." Cliffjumper snickered as the thought of Decepticons being turned into scrap heaps filled his processors. "I might need to ask Akane to remake my Glass Gas, but that's for later."

Because now, Akane's testing a new weapon! How joyous.

"Akane! I heard you made a new gun!" Cliffjumper exclaimed with enthusiasm as he walked inside of the gun range.

"I made several!" Akane cackled. "Gather around and come see the guns do a shenanigan!"

"Akane, just make sure you don't wreck the gun range, please," Ratchet pleaded grumpily as he brought some Synthetic Energon to snack on. "I hope to Primus that these weapons don't wreck the gun range..."

"Ratchet, that's a fool's hope right there," Cliffjumper snarked as Ratchet looked at him crossly.

"A Cybertronian can hope now, can't he?" Ratchet grumbled as he looked at the new weapons Akane made for the base. "What do you have for us, Akane?"

"I have a set of turrets for the base!" Akane smirked. "No Decepticons will get through this intact! Well, besides maybe Soundwave or Starscream. Megatron would just get mortally wounded while blowing them up though, just like the last turret design I made. He'd probably get revived again like usual though."

"Now I kinda want to see that turret design specifically," Cliffjumper said as he sat down. "Got any targets? Should we man the turrets?"

"They're automated!" Akane giggled. "They can spot a Decepticon from miles away!"

"Well, you gonna show us what they're made o—" Agent fowler began as Akane flicked a switch on a panel nearby.

The guns span up and fired at the incoming missiles, melting and slagging them instantly as clouds of toxic and acidic gas lingered in their localized areas for ten seconds without shifting with the air currents. Akane grinned, the mockup of Devastator melting down to nothing from the lingering clouds before they could dissipate as the glowing red lava from the bullets slowly cooled.

"Any questions?" Akane asked with a smirk.

"What in the Sam Hell was that?" Agent fowler asked, eyes wide with either fear or excitement. "And where can we get some?"

"Maybe once you guys figure out Synthetic Energon first, I'll see about teaching you about Dust," Akane chuckled. "But you'll need to figure out the basics before you can really get to the advanced stuff. Otherwise it's kinda useless."

"I'll be sure to note that," Agent Fowler nodded.

Cliffjumper looked at the slagged remains of the missiles before his optics looked at Akane.

"What do I need to do to get one of those?" Cliffjumper asked seriously. "I want one of those for my loadout ASAP."

"Don't worry," Akane chuckled. "I've got you something better."

She grabbed a rotary gauss cannon from the nearby workbench. "This, is Sasha, the Fulgurite cannon," Akane chuckled. "She fires custom casings that can turn whatever they hit into glass." After a moment, she leaned in and lowered her voice. "It costs two hundred thousand dollars to fire this gun, for twelve seconds."

"... By the Pit that looks so fragging good..." Cliffjumper whispered in awe as he looked at the turrets.

"… When my cousin told me that all the TF2 players these days were bots, I wasn't expecting this," Agent Fowler noted. "Is she always like this?"

"Yes," Ratchet sighed in fond amusement. "We love her all the same."

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AN:
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Stormy: Hehehehe, war crimes are always best when done with the whole family.

Kitsu: Cliffjumper is going to be a major character in a Transformers Prime fic. Who would'a thought.

Woolodin: No one that who. He's Almost always killed off right at the get go every single time.

Stormy: A shame, really, from the lore stuff I read he actually sounds pretty cool! The Glass gas was a personal favorite of mine since he used it lots. Hehehe.

Kitsu: And with that, we have managed to get the fifth chapter done, and explain a bit of the Inspired Inventor shenanigans at last.

RWBY tech Get!

Stormy: Anyhow, if any of ya'll wish to commission Kitsu and I for something, our links are available here for Kitsu, and here for myself. Feel free to talk to us on Discord as well, we do chats there if ya'll are available.

Anyhow, that's all for this chap, see you guys on the next one!
 
TIF 06: In need of commissioners to continue.
The Innovative Fox 06:
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Jackson "Jack" Darby was having a really bad day.

"Welcome to K.O Drive In, where every patty is a knockout. May I take your order?" he said to a new customer, who ordered several burgers to go.

He sighed as he tabbed it into the system before he waved the customer to wait in the parking lot as another customer drove in.

It was a monotonous, ordinary life, a part of him should be happy that he even got part-time work at all to save for his motorcycle.

"You should save up for it Jack, get some responsibility and learn people skills," his mom said with a tired smile as she kissed his forehead. "Life is hard and will try to knock you down, so you have to be able to take punches to the chin and kick it's ass right back!"

The words back then made Jack chuckle, his mom was a fighter after all, being a nurse does that. She always said that she had to fight unruly and uncooperative patients a lot in her work.

But in his mom's case, she could do that because she was trying to wrangle idiots.

He couldn't do that at K.O Drive In. If he did, he would get his ass fired if he inflicted irreparable damage.

"You can beat someone's ass as long as they still have all of their limbs and can still drive their asses out," the boss said with a sharp smile on his face. "K.O Drive In will handle the legal procedures, and we have surveillance cameras for this shit."

Jack didn't realize what that meant until he got into his first K.O Drive In brawl. A gang decided it was a good idea to try to start shit while the boss and most of the employees were on duty.

Sadly for the gang, most of the employees were either reformed convicts, or army veterans, and they rocked the shit out of the biker gang. Jack even helped when he accidentally fought the leader in mortal combat before knocking the bastard out with a steel chair to the face.

He got Employee of the Month thanks to that, and a fat bonus from the boss.

Which is why he clenched his fist when a familiar, unwelcome voice came in the driveway.

"Two super combos, extra fries," Vincent's smarmy, asshole voice blasted from the speakers. "And add a ton of sauce on the burgers, fuckhead."

Jack growled under his breath, of course it would be Vincent and his posse just when his shift was about to end.

God, he would love to punch the fucker's face in, but not yet, not yet...

"Okay, dos número two's, anything else?" Jack asked in the intercom, his inner snark colored his words as he prepared the food.

'Fuck, now he's gonna be even more of an ass—' Jack thought to himself as Vincent decided to fuck around again.

"Yeah dumbass, I want some advice," Vincent snarked viciously. "How do I get an awesome job like yours?" he said as his groupies laughed in the background.

Jack scoffed as he piled the food into a tray. Vincent was always an asshole with a mile-wide ego. He let one win get to his head and became a huge bully in school.

Luckily for Jack, all of the fistfights K.O Burger had on the regular gave him a spine.

"So that's two, 'we're not as funny as we think we are' combos, with a side of 'bite me, bitch'," Jack snarked with a small grin. Probably a bad idea to snark the school bully, but oh well.

"What did you say you little shit?"

Jack smothered a snicker at Vincent's indignation.

"Five fifty-nine sir, at the window," Jack said with a grin as he placed the order on the interior counter.

Which was a good idea given that Vincent's car drove by and tried to swipe the order without paying a dime, which they didn't get.

Jack's grin was vicious.

"You forgot your order!" he called out as he saw the car stop and slowly reverse back to the booth, with Vincent furiously looking at Jack and his smug face.

"The FUCK you say?" Vincent growled as he peeked out of the car window, a scowl on his face as he looked at Jack. "You should shut your fucking mouth, Darby. I can ruin your ass at school with a word."

Jack just grinned.

"Come on now, Vincent, you know that you have to be a law-abiding citizen in this country," Jack said with a smirk as he patted the paper bags with Vincent's order. "Like I said, five fifty-nine for the order, which is a pretty reasonable price if you ask me."

"And I don't want to pay for shit, Jackie boy," Vincent growled as he leaned forward and narrowed his eyes. "I want my free meal from K.O and you are going to give it to me."

Jack laughed at this and leaned forward, locked eyes with Vincent.

"Or else what, Vincy? You gonna do a tantrum and run back to mommy and daddy?" Jack asked mockingly as he poked Vincent's forehead. "You gonna run back to them and snitch that you didn't get your free meal?"

Jack immediately ducked his head as Vincent attempted to punch his face and retaliated with his own right hook to Vincent's eye.

The feel of his fist on Vincent's face was satisfying as fuck.

"OW! M-MY EYE! You punched my EYE!" Vincent squealed as he lurched back on his car while his posse looked at Jack with wide eyes.

"I did, yes, and I have the waiver to do so against unruly customers," Jack scoffed as he leaned forward menacingly, a dangerous smirk on his face. "Now be a good boy and pay up for your order, before I call the boss on your asses."

Vincent nodded as he gave a ten-dollar bill to Jack, who smirked as he gave Vincent's posse the paper bags and change.

"Thank you for buying from K.O Drive In, we hope you enjoy your meal," Jack said viciously as the car drove off as Vincent cried from the sucker punch to his eye.

Jack though, didn't care for the little shit, he was preoccupied with the absolutely gorgeous motorcycle that pulled up on the driveway.

"Hello beautiful," Jack muttered under his breath as he finished his shift.

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"Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night long!" the radio blared, his tires rolling at a good pace while he sped down the highway. "If you're going my way~ Well I wanna drive it, all night long~"

As Bumblebee sped down the road, his optics flashing and his mood soaring with the wind in his grille, he noticed something that really pissed him off. He groaned internally, drifting around the divider and catching up behind the two Decepticons that were bullying poor Arcee and her new buddy.

Sure, he had no idea why she had picked up a little friend, but if she was going to protect that little human from two brutish Vehicon twins, she was gonna need his help. And maybe a little more backup…

He buzzed Akane over the comms, poking the old lady to come lend a hand. The crazy old coot could use some time to stretch her rotors anyways.

Just as they caught up and tried to slam into Arcee from both sides, Bumblebee lined up with the Vehicon's back wheel, slamming into it and forcing it into oncoming traffic. The humans were smart, they could stop in time to keep themselves from crashing if they wanted to.

Hell, he watched a truck speed up and smack into it while he sped off, so clearly they wanted to assist.

While he did this, he watched as the other Vehicon ran Arcee off an off ramp and into the Aqueduct, but he was going too fast to make it down there easily. Unfortunately, Arcee would be on her own for a hot minute.

Unfortunately, as he tried to slow down, he slammed into a barrier that was set up at the end of the bridge, and was forced up and over it for a bit. This was gonna suck.

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The project car that Raf had built was working splendidly in his opinion. In fact, the wheels worked smoothly, the motors hummed delicately and the car was fast.

It was really cool. He was glad he had taken the time to come play with it in the aqueduct so that he could really test out his baby.

If only he had someone he could show this to. Someone who could appreciate such things in the same way he did.

If only—

His phone rang.

"Hi momma?" he asked as he picked up the phone.

She was calling because she wanted to know what he was up to, apparently. Even if she had just called him fifteen minutes before, it was still nice to know that his mother was looking out for him. It was just a bit much sometimes, because he could take care of himself just fine.

He wasn't like those other kids, as they liked to point out quite frequently. In fact, he was much more capable than them.

"I'm racing," he chuckled.

"Where are you racing?" she asked with a concerned voice.

"Right up the street," he said. And it was true, their house was really close by.

"Be home soon sweetie, I just heard some people crash near the house," she claimed.

Huh, he hadn't noticed. "Okay mom, just five more minutes?" he asked, confident in his own safety where he was.

"Okay sweetie, just hurry," she sighed.

"Alright," he chuckled, hanging up.

A loud crash sounded above him on the road near the aqueduct.

"Noooo! My truck!" a man yelled, followed by some guy on a motorcycle flying off the highway and landing in the Aqueduct.

"Woah…" he said with a grin.

"Holy fucking shit!" the guy gasped as he drove the motorcycle down the aqueduct, eyes wide as he panted for breath. "W-What, what the fuck was that!? Holy shit!"

"Human, what's your name?" the motorcycle asked, the headlight flashed with each word.

"Uuuuh, Jack Darby, but wait, how are you able to—" the man was about to ask, but the headlights flashed again and again.

"Get off of me, Jack Darby! And keep an eye on the small human as well!" The voice said again as two Cadillacs drove down the aqueduct and...

They transformed into robots.

Giant robots.

"Holy fuck..." the teen gasped with wide eyes as he got off the motorcycle, watching the cars transform in front of them.

"Good, now make sure to keep an eye on the kid," the talking motorcycle said as it also transformed into a smaller, female-looking robot, her hands transforming into dual SMGs.

"Woah," Raf exhaled, looking at all of them with awe.

The twin robots transformed one of their fists each into a cannon, and started firing at the robot motorcycle like she was public enemy number one. It was quite fascinating, if it wasn't for the fact that she specifically stated to the teenager that was riding her to 'keep an eye on him.'

What that was supposed to mean, he wasn't quite sure yet, however, it didn't seem malicious. The twins on the other hand? Now they were menacing.

The motorcycle robot dodged those shots by sliding her head back inside of her body and doing a power slide underneath the rest of the energy blasts, fired her SMGs at one of the robots while she swept the legs of the second.

Of course, the one who had his legs swept out from under him didn't take his beating lying down, even as his twin twisted out of the way of the incoming hail of bullets. In fact, the one who was swept did his best to attempt to tackle the motorcycle robot, while firing a shot above her head to trap her in place.

The female bot didn't hesitate to kick the tackling robot's face instead and fired a burst of sustained fire from her SMGs right at the bot's torso. Its torso didn't last long after that.

With a grunt, the other robot kicked the motorcycle robot in the ribs while she was distracted, only for another car to drive off the bridge through the barrier and transform, punching that one in the face. From there, the robot took several more hits, before pushing the newcomer away.

Then, the newcomer accidentally stepped on his car, looking back at Raf apologetically which he waved off. "It's okay," he said, "Just win your fight and we're cool."

The newcomer gave him a thumbs up, before getting shot in the side by another set of the twins coming from above the ramp. These ones looked a little more roughed up though.

Of course, the newcomer took it rather well, and proceeded to wave him and the teenager away as the quadruplets? Yes, quadruplets began to close in on them, as the squishier targets.

"Tally-ho lads!" a helicopter yelled, shooting a massive blast of energy to annihilate the core of one of the Quartet.

While everyone stood and stared, the helicopter came around for another shot. "Looks like we're hunting Vehicons today kids! Mmmmiiight want to fucking run~!"

"Well, I'm not gonna argue with the talking helicopter with an energy cannon," Jack said as he grabbed Raf's hand. "Come on kid, we'll stay out of the nice robot's way for a bit, yeah?"

"Yeah, I've seen enough," Raf nodded, following him out of there.

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Woolodin_Prime: As always it was a blast making this.

Stormy: Ayup, and the first few smatterings of combat, hopefully we can add more stuff from Transformers One combat in this since the movie was just so bloody cool.

Kitsu: I have never watched Transformers One. I don't even know if I will watch it. So I genuinely don't care what kind of combat we do here, so long as it's funny.

Stormy: It's actually really good, highly recommend it. But I digress, I want to do some additional stuff for combat in the future, will need to practice on that aspect of writing to be honest.

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AN2:
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Kitsu: So essentially, shit got fucked, and Woolodin no longer wants to continue.

This was a long time coming, as he has consistently been a bit of an ass to work with, though it was clear he at least made an effort not to be one, which both me and F3n appreciate a lot. But essentially, he started ghosting us, and then when I poked him directly in DM instead of in the Group Chat, he told me he had muted it and was burnt out. That he didn't want to continue for the time being, and that while he might come back some day, he just isn't up for it at the moment.

Which unfortunately means that this story is going to require a new commissioner who is willing to pay both me and f3nn3l to work on this one, separately. Something that would be nice in the end, and would require that the person or people who do so potentially meet up with us on my discord so we can chat about where we want to take the story from here.

If we don't get commissioned to write more, both of us, we won't be writing more of it. Simple as. Because as commissioned authors, we need to be able to put food on the table, and we can't do that by working on a fic that isn't giving us what we need.

Hell, I work for people who buy me tea from Throne even, or contribute to other fun things on there that I want, and give a highly discounted rate. And F3n has agreed to work at the same rate as me for this fic. Which means if you're paying for it at my discounted rate, f3n will allow you to pay him and get the same rate as you get from me.

If people want, they can even group together to commission us for more, instead of paying all by themselves. We just need to make sure we're getting paid for our work.

Of course, since I highly doubt Woolodin will actually be back any time within the next several months to a year minimum, if not an indefinite amount of time longer, I am just going to say that it's on all of you to keep this story alive. If you want more, please, by all means, help us out a little, yeah?

Stormy: Well, this is a really shitty way to wake up on.

Kitsu had the right of it when he said that I was working with them on their rate, even if it's a BIT higher due to being paid in USD. I really appreciated the fact that they gave me the chance to collab on this and was also appreciative of the fact that Woolo's idea was actually pretty fire to write with, I had a ton of ideas every time Kitsu and I were writing and even when Woolo was there he was actually a pretty fun guy.

And welp, I also understand that he wants to step away, but as stated, Kitsu and I need to eat.

So yes, if you all wish for the fic to continue, feel free to commission us by contacting Kitsu on his server. We would greatly appreciate it.

Kitsu: So, links.

F3nn3l/Stormy the Corgi Crow I don't know kinda guy: https://f3nn3lcorgiii.carrd.co/

Kitsu the fluffiest of foxxos: https://aikoakiyoshi.carrd.co/

Feed us. It helps us continue to write.

We do commissions. Like this one.

Stormy: That will be all for now, ciao!
 
Sorry to hear about the commissioner's woes and how it means that no more chappies will be had.

Oh well, thanks for the entertainment, the memes, and the warcrimes!

May you get the commissioners to fund further projects beyond this one, dear ghostwriters! ;)

KitsuneObsessedFreak said:
Hell, he watched a truck speed up and smack into it while he sped off, so clearly they wanted to assist.
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The driver of the truck in question, colorized the moment he saw the car shoved into his path:

"I'll shit on your skull!!"

*Presses accelerator pedal to the floor*

*Slam!*
 
FTR2017 said:
Sorry to hear about the commissioner's woes and how it means that no more chappies will be had.

Oh well, thanks for the entertainment, the memes, and the warcrimes!

May you get the commissioners to fund further projects beyond this one, dear ghostwriters! ;)


The driver of the truck in question, colorized the moment he saw the car shoved into his path:

"I'll shit on your skull!!"

*Presses accelerator pedal to the floor*

*Slam!*
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It's not like we can't keep going on this one if people are willing to pay for more of it. It just requires funding, which has dried up for it at the moment.
 
KitsuneObsessedFreak said:
It's not like we can't keep going on this one if people are willing to pay for more of it. It just requires funding, which has dried up for it at the moment.
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*Confused tentacle monster noises*

Isn't that what I meant with my post cheering you both up? Maybe I should have been more explicit.

What I meant to post is that I hope you two get commissioners for your works, even if they are not meant for this one story in particular.

Sometimes, life just sucks monkey balls, and one got to keep on truckin', ya dig? ;)
 
FTR2017 said:
*Confused tentacle monster noises*

Isn't that what I meant with my post cheering you both up? Maybe I should have been more explicit.

What I meant to post is that I hope you two get commissioners for your works, even if they are not meant for this one story in particular.

Sometimes, life just sucks monkey balls, and one got to keep on truckin', ya dig? ;)
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Yus, makes sense. I was a confused foxxo before that.

Unfortunately, unless more people hear about our work, it will be a long while until we can get more commissioners.

Though I say that, I did get gifted some meat and wrote the person a little silly thing as thanks.
 
Please does anyone know anyway to isekai to this version of TFP????? I just found my new dream job and I never would of guessed it was fast food.

God I swear, one day I'm gonna show up to work and just start swinging so many people piss me off.
 
Kuriboh1233 said:
Please does anyone know anyway to isekai to this version of TFP????? I just found my new dream job and I never would of guessed it was fast food.

God I swear, one day I'm gonna show up to work and just start swinging so many people piss me off.
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You could support the story for more shenanigans if you wanted. But you'd have to Commission both myself and F3nn3l for that.
 
I have questions:
I may have found out from a guy on SB that people thought that paying both f3nn3l and I for this fic means 20 cents a word. That is false in the extremes.

We each take commissions for 10 cents a word for fics, and f3nn3l has agreed to match me if people by from my throne to give words for 5 cents a word. That means while you'd be paying each of us, we'd split the cost, not add the cost. If you pay each of us ten dollars, we're giving you 20 dollars worth of words total.

On top of this, until the 24th, we're having a Christmas sale on my discord server. That means everything is further cut in price by half.

Essentially, if you buy from ko-fi, you get this story for 5 cents cad per word. if you pay via my throne however? That goes down to 2 cents per word. And we'll both honor that.

That means, at 20 dollars total, you'll get 1k words. In Cad. So that's even cheaper in USD. in fact, that's less than 15 bucks USD.

So yeah, feed us and we write for you~
 
TIF 07:
The Innovative Fox 07:
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Bumblebee was furious. Like, how in the Primus Damned scrap did the Vehicons get so close to a human city under his protection, without him noticing?

Even as he fought them, and kicked the ever-loving scrap out of them with Akane's help, he couldn't help but feel like he needed to step up his game, massively. Which meant he was going to have to bug Granny Akane for some upgrades after this.

Sure, his voice box was technically gone, but he didn't exactly need that to tell Akane what kinda weapons he wanted, you know? Plus she could fix that anyway. The only reason she hadn't was because he was too busy on patrol, and didn't see a reason quite yet.

And—

A shot rang out from one of the Vehicons, far too close to the kids for his comfort. He turned in horror, only for Akane to slam down in front of it, jittering and shaking even as she redirected the shot with her fluffy rotor-tails like she was flicking a fly.

The shot clipped one of the Vehicons, and while they were all distracted with just how baddass that was — as the humans say — he watched her toss a cryo grenade of some sort, that froze two of the remaining Vehicons solid.

He smirked, and as soon as it was safe to do so, he rammed into them, shattering them with his fists like glass. It was good she was on their side, because he certainly got to have quite a lot more fun now that Granny Akane was around.

But even as he though this, the last Vehicon took off running, like a whining rat trying to escape. Wait, did rats even whine? Eh, he'd ask Akane later.

"Oh no you fragging don't!" Arcee growled as she pulled out her newly created custom sniper rifle that she requisitioned from Akane. "Eat fragging lead!"

Arcee's sniper rifle hummed lowly as the internal dust components charged up, an agonizingly long, eight second delay.

Then Arcee fired her shot, the sniper rifle whined as the bullet roared out from the gun barrel. The air screamed furiously as it traveled its path.

It did not hit its shot, the bullet was just millimeters away from a direct hit, instead hitting the asphalt.

But it was enough; the sheer force of the bullet completely obliterated the Vehicon's back wheel. He didn't die, obviously. But the impact sent the Vehicon flying and forced him to transform back into his Root Mode. A scream of pain on his lips as a Ground Bridge helped him escape.

"Frag! The bastard escaped," Arcee growled as she lowered her sniper rifle. "I didn't get the time to calibrate the gun to my specifications so the shot was off by a bit."

"Arcee," Akane shook her head. "Take a leaf from Garrus Vakarian's book, and focus in on those 'calibrations' religiously if you want to use that thing. It's gonna need them."

"Who the frag is Garrus Vakarian?" Arcee asked with a raised eyebrow.

"… I'm going to introduce you to Mass Effect as soon as we get back," Akane pouted. "You need to see best boy Garrus in action, just once."

"I'll take that under advisement," Arcee said with a small smirk as she puts away her gun. "After you help me calibrate my sniper."

"Ah yes," Akane chuckled. "Calibrations. A minor adjustment that needs to be done by the person using said equipment…" she poked Arcee in the chest lightly. "Just go read the fucking manual Arcee, I have to fix Bumblebee's voice and we don't have time to wait."

"Can it even be done?" Arcee asked as she looked at Bumblebee in concern. "It's been some time since Bumblebee's voice box was ripped out by Megatron after all, can it even be fixed?"

"Yup!" Akane grinned. "And it won't even be that hard. Just gotta get him using the new one again for a while and it will be fine."

Arcee looked at Bumblebee for a few moments.

"Akane... You may want to install an off-switch to that voice box before you install it. Just in case," she muttered as she stretched her arms wide. "Bumblebee is talkative at best while using his primitive radio for communication, I would rather not hear him talk about any inane thing throughout the day."

Bumblebee frowned. That was kinda rude, coming from Edgy McTwoWheels. He really needed better friends.

She then sighed, then smiled at him.

"Then again, after several centuries without your own voice, he deserves to talk about all sorts of inane things, I guess," Arcee said with a smile. "... Just, filter yourself, I guess."

Bumblebee gave her a thumbs and a cheery wink for that. That was fine, he guessed.

"Well then!" Akane nodded. "I'm going to install an amplifier just for that Arcee, but let's just get back to base!"

Wait wut? Granny Akane was the best.

"Wait, wait, wait, Akane no, you don't need to do that—" Arcee exclaimed as she looked at Akane in horror.

"Akane YES!" Akane grinned, transforming and flying away.

Arcee groaned as she looked at Bumblebee for a bit.

Then at the dam's drains.

"Anyway..." Arcee said as she looked at Jack Darby and the smaller human peek out of the drain. "What do we do about the humans?"

Bumblebee shrugged, pointing at the kids and back up at the houses.

Arcee hummed and then nodded her head. "That works I guess."

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Kitsu: Wooooo! Despite the fact that Woolodin has cancelled on us, we managed to get another buddy to sponsor the fic! You know who you are buddy! Plz feel as blessed as you can for helping us out here!

So we're going to finish this arc, and then we're truly out of cash for it until someone commissions more. But it's Christmas, so while we've only been paid for 10k more words, we're just going to set 12k as a minimum goal, and if we go over a bit, then eh. We went over I guess. Simple as.

I'm so going to buy myself a winter jacket soon. It be fucking cold out, and I need one, so I'm glad our new buddy grabbed me a Walmart gift card for this.

Stormy: Yaaaas... More cash for the PC fund...

Anyhow, yea, I'm honestly pretty happy that we can continue this one since I've been having a ton of fun exploring the Transformers series again. It's been a long... LONG fucking time since I've thought of Transformers in any way and the fact that I can write a fic about it with a good friend is amazing.

Also, writing Starscream amuses me. I want to make him suffer more.

Kitsu: Next up, A Day in the Life of Soundwave. I hope y'all are ready for maximum silent snark.

Feel free to join the discord, linked in my website: https://aikoakiyoshi.carrd.co/ if you want to chat more directly about our stuff. Also, feed us both and we'll work for you. It's really that simple.

Stormy: On my end, I'm also on Kitsu's Discord so you can chat on me there. As for my website, it's: https://f3nn3lcorgiii.carrd.co so you can feed the corgi and help in the PC making!
 
Thanks to the commissioner for sponsoring this fic, as it is quite a fluffy piece of warmth in this cold existential weather. :)
 
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"Soundwave! Soundwave! Get over here! The Nemesis has taken damage again! Soundwave!" Starscream's squealing, absolutely grating voice echoed throughout the ship. "I need you on the bridge, Soundwave! Hurry it up with whatever you're doing!"

Haaaaaa… Once more, Starscream has caused some form of damage to the ship on the way to meet Megatron. It was like he wanted to end up as Scrap when the true leader of the Decepticons came back.

Of course, the humans had a perfect term for this. It was called 'being a whiny little bitch' and Soundwave was not interested in it.

He sent one of his tendrils through the ship with a Vehicon in it's grasp, and had the idiotic thing stand still in front of Starscream for him to rant at, while he received the report from the singular Vehicon from the squad of four that he had sent to scout for Autobot activity.

"Soundwave! Good, you're here!" the buffoon blustered with a growl as he continued to navigate the Nemesis poorly through the system's asteroid belt. The stupid fool of an interim leader putting more dents on the ship than the Autobots did. "We have finally found conclusive evidence of Autobot activity in the nation of... America."

Starscream hissed with a clenched fist on the ship's navigations while the crew continued to pointedly ignore Starscream being himself.

"Once we have finished our repairs and linked up with our glorious leader, we shall endeavor to defeat the Autobots once and for all!" Starscream declared with a smarmy grin. "And finally, finally, Megatron will acknowledge me as the superior leader and bow before me!"

Soundwave sighed, plugging into the nearest monitor to play the meme from John Cena. The particular one where he asked "Are you sure about that?"

He knew it was better not to poke at the idiot, but Starscream didn't have the ability to read. At least not in any human language.

Perhaps the look on the face would be enough?

"What is that filthy human doing on our immaculate Cybertronian screens, Soundwave? Take it away." Starscream said with a scoff. "I do not wish to see such a face on our ship's interface."

Soundwave uploaded a short video of a cute cat doing cat things and being a fluffy menace to the main screens before retreating. Because clearly the Decepticon needed to relax.

"Soundwave! What the frag is this creature doing on the screen!?" Starscream roared furiously as he tried to swipe the cat away from the console. "Take it away! Take it away from there!"

The quiet Decepticon simply let the video finish playing and close itself, so that Starscream wouldn't fly them through an asteroid with his low-"Squality movement strategy. And once they were in the Energon fields, he landed the ship carefully just as the video stopped from where he was.

After all, any more damage and the ship would be coming apart at the seams.

"So much Energon..." Starscream muttered with wide optics as he grinned. "Truly my superior flight skills have led us to this bounty. Order the Vehicons to mine the Energon at once!"

Sighing, Soundwave locked the ship's controls so that Starscream couldn't fuck them over, and just walked away.

Oh sure, he still did exactly as he was asked, but Starscream was so incompetent that he had to wonder if he realized that the Vehicons were not exactly equipped to deal with such things, and that they should send out the mining drones instead?

But nooo, any and all insubordination would be met with Starscream whining to Megatron, and Megatron would kick his shiny metal ass for not listening to his favorite minion. Because that was exactly what Starscream was. A minion. Nothing more, and almost something less in the end.

At the very least, Megatron would come to respect him in due time. After all, he had made this vow of silence just for him. Surely it was worth something.

The squeaky wheel may get the grease from time to time, but it was also liable to be replaced.

"Soundwave! The Vehicons aren't mining fast enough! Take off their arms and legs, Soundwave! Soundwave! Soundwave?!" Soundwave could hear from the intercom.

He was not going to do that. In fact, he was just going to send out the mining drones.

"Primus DAMN IT!" And that's Starscream tripping on the command dock.

It was annoying. Starscream could be competent, whenever Megatron wasn't in command. But the moment the bot realized that Megatron was above him in rank again, he became this useless sack of rusty bolts that even Akane wasn't able to fix when she was one of them.

If only she was still alive. He could use her company while this was going on.

Though at least the Humans seemed to have picked up on her legacy, and continued it. Such a thing was a nice touch, and he would cherish the memories while they lasted.

Case in point, one person even made a Vtuber avatar in her honor that she would have loved named Akaenae the NaeNae. She would have gotten quite the chuckle out of that one.

Still, the report from the Vehicons was important. He would ignore Starscream, and focus on the fact that this one had been hit head on by Optimus Prime and survived.

He looked at the satellite feeds from the fight, while the Vehicon rambled. As was their usual mode of speech.

"He uh, he just stood there," the Vehicon claimed. "Menacingly."

Soundwave motioned for him to continue, but nothing more came from his voice box. Such a shame, really.

He patted the Vehicon on the shoulder, then picked him up, stretching his tendrils and making him sit by Starscream while he left the ship to help with the mining and repair efforts. Because they were going to need them done fast.

Megatron was almost back, after all…

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"Primus damned scrap metal, why did we decide to rely on those damned Vehicons..." Starscream muttered under his breath as he stalked the ship's corridors. "I swear we really need to find a better alternative for them."

Starscream knew that the other Decepticons saw him as incompetent, somebody that would probably fold in the slightest amount of pressure.

But they were wrong! All wrong!

He was Starscream! Second in command of the Decepticon forces! They should bow and scrape before him rather than talk about him behind his back!

He knew, oh he knew that those fools were rumormongering again, blatantly slandering his name. He could feel their whispers around the ship, they mocked him and his capabilities as a leader! As a worthy heir to Megatron for their war against the Autobots!

Unacceptable! Utterly unacceptable!

Those fools should know that he, Starscream, had more strategic acumen and knowledge in his pinky compared to their whole chassis! He was the one who made sure the Decepticons were a feared fighting force to combat the Autobots after all! It was his planning alongside Megatron's power that broke their enemy's backs and scattered them throughout the cosmos!

And these troglodytes dared to imply that he was nothing more than a has been!? A fool!?

A part of Starscream wanted to melt their chassis into scrap metal through his alternate form's thrusters but steadied himself. He didn't need to do something like that when he could just send them all into more difficult missions, grueling tasks, and make their lives miserable until they finally realize the foolishness of defying Starscream!

Starscream though, deep within him knew... Oh he knew...

It was clear that his subordinates were all scheming against him! Especially Soundwave! That fracking traitorous swine!

Starscream does not know exactly what those human memes were, but they were clearly ways for Soundwave to express his dissent and his traitorous behavior without alerting the other Decepticons to his rhetoric!

Starscream growled as he punched a wall, his thoughts, as it always does these days, inevitably went towards one bot: Megatron.

"Where the frag is that fragging leader of ours gone to?" he exclaimed as he stomped his foot repeatedly. "I swear if he has gone and died on some Primus-forsaken planet I would—"

Starscream stopped as he considered that possibility.

"If he is dead... I can finally become leader permanently!" he exclaimed with glee, thoughts of conquest and finally defeating the Autobots, conquering the pristine planet that their foolish enemies are squatting on. "If he's dead, the Decepticons can finally—"

"If who is dead, Starscream?" Megatron's voice called out to him as the space bridge nearby powered down, Megatron having stepped out of it with a scowl. "Having delusions of greatness again, are we?"

Starscream froze in his tracks as any words he was about to say were swallowed back and held deep within his spark.

He turned around with a practiced, simpering smile. "Ah, my lord Megatron! It has been so long since you have graced the Nemesis with your presence!" he exclaimed as he bowed lowly, which hid his scowl.

"Quit your pathetic simpering and give me an update on your status," Megatron sighed, sitting down at the controls to the Nemesis.

Starscream nodded as he made his way to Megatron, his optics noting that Megatron looked... exhausted. Scratch marks littered his frame and arms, his Fusion Cannon's chamber was dim, as if he ran out of Energon to power himself.

It would be easy... so... so easy to just reach out and wring his supreme leader's neck. To completely and utterly sever his spark before he finally took over leadership of the Decepticons...

But he stayed his hand.

"The Autobots have been found squatting on the third planet of this Solar System Lord Megatron," Starscream simpered as he stood beside him and hummed in thought. "We were able to intercept one of them on one of the many Energon deposits on the planet in question, but he had a Dimensional Decimator Grenade that took chunks off of the Nemesis' plating."

That seemed to stop Megatron cold. "Wasn't Akane's last known location on the third planet of this system?" he asked, a hint of a growl in his tone.

Starscream's simpering immediately stopped as he trawled through the Nemesis' data bank, his optics flashing as Megatron could visibly hear the trembling in his voice.

"Oh no..." Starscream muttered under his breath.

"We are going to need to be more careful than I previously thought," Megatron told him bluntly. "But for now, we need to get moving."

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Stormy: Yarr, Megatron's here. Also Starscream being a whiny bitch amuses me. Writing him was FUN and absolutely hilarious.

Also, Soundwave being a cheeky little bugger.

Overall though, this is more of a peek into the current state of the Decepticons in the Nemesis as well as Megatron arriving to do his usual stuff. The Big Decepticon Honcho is gonna be a big player as per usual, but what's this?

He KNOWS Akane? Gee, I wonder why?

Kitsu: I like to imagine Akane didn't like Sentinel Prime and his cronies much, so joined the Decepticons for a while until they started actually becoming the bad guys. And then joined the Autobots because her buddy Orion Pax was leading them as the last true prime.

Also, Akane may have influenced Soundwave a little too much in his early years.

Stormy: Heh, that's an understatement. Still, with Megatron here, the party's gonna get crazy. I also have a feeling that they would bring more of their Warcrime Weapons out the moment that Akane starts fielding the bigger guns she's about to make.

Kitsu: "If guns don't solve your problems, use more gun. And if that don't solve your problem? Then you didn't bring enough gun."

Stormy: Or use "Accuracy by Volume". Either works really. Just completely spread the love of plasma bullet hell death.

Anyhow, LINKS!

Kitsu: You can feed a big fluffy foxxo by following this link: https://aikoakiyoshi.carrd.co/

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Thank you all for following us and we hope to see you all on future chapters!
 
TIF 09: New
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Jack Darby had a pretty weird day overall.

After all, it wasn't every day that you figure out aliens exist and that they are transforming robots and all. And that the motorcycle he was drooling over was actually one of said aliens and was a kickass warrior lady who was several... What was the word for a long ass time again?

Millenia? Yeah, several millennia old. All of them are several millennia old and are fighting a millennia old civil war. Sooo, yeah. Fun.

Also the government knows about them and they have several deals and are hiding in a secret government facility near his city.

Yes, Jack Darby had a pretty weird day, especially since one of the transformers, the helicopter fox one, was doing surgery on the yellow car transformer named Bumblebee.

And the fox transformer was doing the surgery right in front of them.

Oh yeah, it wasn't just him, one of his schoolmates, Miko found out because she saw Arcee talk to him at their high school. So now she was in on the transforming robot conspiracy as well.

Raf was brought in by Bumblebee, apparently they got along like a house on fire.

"Soo, how long have you guys been here exactly?" Jack asked the fox helicopter, Akane if he heard her name correctly. "Because I'm really, really confused at the fact no one figured out that there are robots in disguise among us."

"I mean, for one, Kek, LMAO even," the helicopter fox chuckled, fluffing her tails up in importance. "For two I have actually been on this planet since before humanity had been born, let alone had a name for it."

Jack blinked incomprehensibly as he looked at Akane with wide eyes, his mouth opened to ask the obvious question. Raf asked first though.

"Wait, what do you mean you were here before we had a name for Earth?" he exclaimed excitedly as his eyes zeroed to Akane instead of the surgery. "You were here before we evolved? How long? Did you see any dinosaurs? What was the Earth like before humans came—"

"A hell of a lot more boring," Akane smiled wiggling one of her nine tails at him. "You tiny monkeys are really funny. You remind me of me when I was younger really."

"You were a complete and utter rascal is what you were," Ratchet said with a small sigh as he monitored Bumblebee's vitals. "Every time you tried to do an experiment, something tended to explode."

Jack gaped at that while Raf squealed and looked at Akane with a massive grin.

"I wanna ask so many questions..." he muttered with wide eyes while he gripped his laptop. "So... SO many questions."

"I'm sure you do kid," Akane waved her hand at him with a smirk, closing up Bumblebee with her other hand and applying some strange energy to the spot she had closed up. "But I don't have all the time in the world, so you're going to need to ask my chatbot to answer those on SussyBotka.chat."

Jack's eyes widened as Raf gaped at the fox transformer.

"You have a what?" Jack exclaimed as he looked at Akane, then at Raf, who vibrated like a racoon on crack. "Is that a good idea? Just having a chatbot out in the open that can reveal the secrets of the universe or something?"

"They're not exactly secrets," Akane chuckled. "And who's gonna truly believe anyone who uses that site anyways? Crack-heads and conspiracy theorists? It teaches those in the know what they want to learn about history and some basic science in the most sus way possible, so only the truly insane or those who already know about us would actually take it seriously."

It was at this point that Jack blinked for one moment, before Raf was suddenly gone.

"... He's gonna access that website and ask all sorts of questions isn't he?" Jack asked with a sigh as Ratchet shook his head.

"Congratulations, Akane, you just unleashed a monster," Ratchet said with a small, reproachful look, though the twitch on his jaw said otherwise. "I'm still annoyed you decided to make a chatbot by the way."

"The humans claimed the game I made was too hard," Akane sighed. "And they didn't like my response of 'Git gud bruh'."

"Wait, you made a video game?" Jack asked as his eyes went to Akane. "What game is it?"

From the corner of his eye he could see Miko look at Akane as well, her attention moving from silently watching the surgery to Akane's statement about making a video game.

"Cybertronian Annihilation," Akane sighed. "It tells the history and context of our civilization, and also teaches how to make a lot of our tech as you progress throughout the game. In fact, the better you understand the basics of our tech, and how to make it, the better your bot construction skills will be, and thus the easier time you will have completing the game."

Jack blinked.

"Wait, you made Cybertronian Annihilation!?" he squeaked as he pointed at Akane. "Do you have any idea how many of my friends are addicted to that bloody game?! They're complaining about the difficulty, yes, but they were fucking obsessed!"

Miko nodded with wide eyes. "He's right, you know, " she said with a hum of thought. "It was all the boys at school could think about too, though from what I heard, no one managed to get past the first act yet."

"The game was stated to be difficult after all, and if what Miss Akane said is correct, it's because the game was a repository for their tech," Jack pointed out. "Makes sense that somebody like her would make a game that just hands it out, although..."

Jack looked at Akane for a few moments before he bit his lip.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to just have something like that be... out there?" he asked Akane seriously. "Us humans don't get along much after all, and I can tell you know all about our history as well, so just having all that knowledge about technology and alien civilizations just seemed... concerning."

"What in that game made you think we were any different?" Akane asked. "We're not so different, you and I. The only real difference, in fact, is that you actually need this tech just to survive out there, where we've had it for ages. It would be unkind to leave you unprepared."

She sighed. "Optimus had the same concerns, but I have faith that even if your people fight and squabble amongst themselves, it is not our place to deny you the right — the ability — to survive against a much bigger threat."

Jack looked at Akane for a few moments, before he hummed thoughtfully.

"... I'm almost tempted to ask how bad it is out there in space but I can hazard some guesses," Jack said with a small wince. "If they start knocking on Earth's door, it would be a good thing that we have defenses of our own to deal with stuff like that."

"Yup," Akane nodded, tapping Bumblebee on the shoulder. "Now, try saying something real quick kid."

"I'm not a kid anymore, Granny," Bumblebee chuckled. "But was it really necessary to install a voice changer right into it?"

His voice was youthful and cheery, but it contained a hint of skepticism at how it was built. But why would he note that specifically? Wasn't he already a transforming robot?

"Because you never know when it might be awesome to deceive an enemy by mimicking their leader's voice," Akane chuckled. "I bet you can do a mean Megatron voice now."

"Starscream! I demand a can of oil!" Bumblebee mimicked with a laugh, his voice sounding a lot deeper and rougher.

It sounded like the equivalent of listening to an obese drunken chain-smoker, if he was a stereotypical evil dude.

"Told ya~" Akane giggled, making finger guns at him with a wink.

"... That's so awesome," Raf whispered in awe as he looked at Bumblebee, with Jack shaking his head in amusement.

"So I assume that Megatron and Starscream are enemies for you guys?" Jack asked curiously as he noted down the names that Akane and Bumblebee said. "They sound appropriately evil and all."

"I'm pretty sure they deliberately cultivated their voices to sound as evil as possible," Akane sighed. "Because they think it sounds commanding and domineering, or some such tripe."

Jack and Raf looked at each other for a few moments, before they turned towards Akane with deadpan looks. "That sounds stupid," they both said at the same time.

"You'd be surprised at the depths of a Cybertronian's idiocy," Akane smirked. "Because even if we have more processing power than most other races, it just allows us to be stupid faster."

"It turns out processing power doesn't equal life experience, who would have thought?" Ratchet scoffed before huffing with amusement.

"It also doesn't account for personal inadequacies," Akane chuckled.

"At this point, I'm curious about what other personal inadequacies your enemies have that caused all of... this," Jack said with a small snicker and waved his hand at Ratchet and Bumblebee, then at the whole base.

"Yeah, does the chatbot reply to those questions or can we ask for those questions to you guys?" Raf asked excitedly.

"Hmm, I think I can get you two educated on our affairs," Ratchet said with a nod. "Let's go somewhere—"

"What in the Sam hell is this Akane?" a tall, dark-skinned man yelled from the elevator doors as they opened. "Kidnapping kids now? What did I tell you about keeping things secret?"

"What? No. Agent Fowler," Akane groaned. "They got attacked by Decepticons and saw us transform, we're just trying to make sure they don't have any lingering issues or trauma from that."

"I don't have any trauma! Transforming robots are cool!" Raf chimed in with a massive grin.

"I assure you, if you had survived the Decepticons without our aid, you would have trauma," Akane pointed out, her lips forming into a frown. "Because they are technically the worst out of the Cybertronian factions due to the absolutely messy things they got into since the last war."

"Indeed, Primus knows that the Decepticons escalated fast during the civil war..." Ratchet said with a small sigh. However...

Jack looked at Akane with narrowed eyes.

"Wait, the way you spoke about the Decepticons," Jack said leadingly as Raf looked curious at what the older kid realized. "It's almost as if you have personal experience on the subject..."

"I started on their side during the Civil War," Akane nodded. "But then they got way too extreme, and were fucking around with things they really shouldn't, so I joined the Autobots side publicly, and then fucked off to Earth to go make Synthetic Energon to help stop the war."

She sighed. "After all, if the Energon crisis was solved, there would be no reason to oppress the Decepticons. And if there was no reason to oppress the Decepticons… most of the fighting would just stop dead in it's tracks."

"Wait, the energy crisis in Cybertron was that bad?" Raf asked with wide eyes.


"Let me put it this way, kid, Energon isn't just energy to us Transformers, it is our blood." Ratchet said gravely as he looked at Raf. "Everything in Cybertron uses Energon, from the lowliest of our species to the tallest spires, our spaceships used Energon for Primus' sake." Ratchet shook his head with a small sigh.

"Now, a society that uses one thing to power not only their own machines, but as sustenance as well," Ratchet sighed. "And if said thing becomes scarce, what happens then? What happens when an important, nay, life-sustaining resource becomes scarce? Controlled?"

"... Fights break out... Societal collapse becomes..." Raf whispered, his face pale.

"Inevitable really," Bumblebee chuckled. "Though that was pretty much just a match to an already lit fuel line by that point… I'm sure Akane's chat bot can explain that later."

"Seems we're not so different after all!" Agent Fowler called out. "I'm sure a hell of a lot of wars were fought over food, and one is even being fought over oil as we speak! Thankfully, this Energon stuff seems like it is a pretty damn good alternative to keep us from needing it."

"You're lucky that your species doesn't need to consume its own energy source," Ratchet sniped with a small scoff.

"We're aware," Agent Fowler nodded. "But we do have our own problems with sourcing food. One of which is that we need fertile, uncorrupted land to grow our crops!"

"And the fact that Energon is corrupting said land must be a right headache for your higher-ups," Ratchet observed with a small nod.

"We're just glad that the Synthetic Energon doesn't have that problem," the agent noted. "But with this, we might be able to get to Mars and try to terraform it to grow more food for us if it isn't too bad there."

"I might be able to help with that soon," Akane spoke up. "Just give me a few weeks to figure out a plan, and we'll try setting up something with you."

"Wait, the Blue Plague is Natural Energon from Cybertron!?" Raf asked with a gasp. "But why does Natural Energon grow in Earth?! That makes no sense!"

"I mean, there are some Earth metals that can be found in Space," Jack pointed out hesitantly. "So maybe some Energon from Cybertron got blasted here through meteorites and asteroids from some distant part of Earth's past?"

"Ahaha," Akane laughed. "Yeah no, that one is probably my fault."

"What?" Agent Fowler asked with a raised eyebrow. "What in the Sam Hell do you mean by that?"

"Essentially, my bases around Earth were full of Natural Energon to help my studies for how to make the Synthetic stuff. But when that meteor came and wiped out the Dinosaurs, it may have broken up and impacted a hell of a lot of them pretty much dead on, causing it to leak into the atmosphere and settle back down into the earth."

She sighed, "And Energon will take most minerals and turn them into more Energon. At least in it's natural state. That's why we need to refine it first. The refined Energon should actually be safe for you too theoretically. It's just too dangerous for you to do it yourselves in person, so you'll need to use drones."

"Theoretically?" Raf and Jack asked simultaneously.

"What in the name of Lincoln do you mean theoretically," Agent Fowler asked. "Have you been testing this?"

"No, because I haven't found anyone willing to try it," Akane grumbled. "And even if I did, I would need to apply for medical scientific testing licenses and get it approved by the local government first. I know how to follow the rules, kid."

"If you weren't so damn old, I probably would have taken that as an insult!" Agent Fowler chuckled. "But at least you are following the law in spirit, so I have no complaints myself…"

"If that's the case, wouldn't it be a good idea to find a cure for the Blue Plague so that if Synthetic Energon is as toxic as Natural Energon, we can cure it?" Jack pointed out with a hum of thought.

"Synthetic Energon has proven to be safe so far," Agent Fowler noted, "But I'll be damned if I pass up a chance to have a scientist who knows their shit not trying to help cure the Blue Plague, so I'll see about getting some volunteers if you'll promise to work towards a cure."

"I'll be right on that," Akane grinned, yet tails wagging a little. "It will be a nice challenge to fix something like that in a being so small for once."

The orange safety lights began to light up with a silent alarm as the massive doors out of the base began to rise rapidly, a large blue truck with red flames driving in with it's trailer, along with a few other vehicles.

All three transformed into huge robots after the doors to the base closed behind them as the robot truck walked purposefully towards Akane and Bumblebee.

"Akane, how is Bumblebee?" he asked, a voice that Jack noted had authority and care for those under him. "Was the surgery to fix his voice box successful?"

"I'm sure he can answer that himself," Akane chuckled.

"She may have added some weird extras to it, but it's a-okay," Bumblebee told him with a thumbs up.

Their leader chuckled and patted Bumblebee's shoulder.

"It is good to hear your voice once more after all these centuries, my friend," he said with a smile before he turned to look at the kids, who gulped as the transformer's attention turned towards them.

"Greetings, my name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots," Optimus Prime said gravely. "And you two must be Jack Darby and Rafael Esquivel. I am sorry that our war has led to the two of you getting involved."

Raf shook his head excitedly. "Oh no, no! It's fine! There's nothing that we can do about suddenly having a giant robot fight and all, but I kinda want to—"

Jack roughly patted Raf's head.

"Don't worry about a thing Sir, we'll just stay out of the way of any sort of operation you guys will have," Jack said with a nod as Raf groaned and tried to bat away his hand. "We do want to know what our government's gonna do about us though..."

He looked towards Agent Fowler as he said this, suspicious, but hopeful that Raf, Miko and himself wouldn't have a difficult time with it.

"The US Government will probably need you three kids to sign a few papers, and have you trained in how not to just tell everyone about the things you've seen here before you can go home," Agent Fowler remarked, "But I say you three are kids, and even I can admit the US Government can sometimes mess things up that can be solved a hell of a lot more simply. We'll just deny that you ever saw anything here, and you should do the same if you want to see more of it, understood?"

"That works for me, what about you, Raf?" Jack said as he looked at Raf, who was busy typing something in his laptop.

"Uuuuuuuh... Guys? Is this the Megatron guy that Bumblebee and Akane were talking about?" Raf asked as he projected his laptop screen onto one of the terminals, where a snarling, robotic face came into view.

"I am Megatron! I am here to wipe out the remaining Autobots on your Earth with a dark army of undead Cybertronian warriors! If you don't wish to die, send Optimus Prime to meet his doom!" the dark and edgy voice growled, the silver and black transformer doing his best impression of a Saturday morning cartoon villain while he glowed a dark purple.

Optimus growled.

"Megatron..."

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Stormy: Yay chappie! And some worldbuilding ahoy! Also Bumblebee has a voice now.

Honestly, part of me was waiting for Megatron to come in so that we can finally have that huge battle in space from the pilot episode, but we'll see how the cookie crumbles in the next few chaps.

Kitsu: So, that was the longest chapter yet. And since this chapter apparently pissed off Woolo something fierce over being "Too cracky" he decided to cancel his involvement in the fic going forward with a one hundred percent guarantee he wouldn't be coming back to it.

Granted, I fucking understand why. F3nn3l forced in a lot of shit this chapter I was not okay with, and took over a lot of the characters I was controlling, so I was forced to basically play within a very tiny box, and only had very limited damage control I could actually do. Let's hope this doesn't kill people's interest in the fic, but I know my readers at least on QQ. They'll probably think this chapter was silly as shit and laugh about it.

Stormy: I apologize for that by the way, that was not khorosho at all. I got way too used to writing entire swathes of chapters by myself while I collab with another writer and I'm slowly weaning myself out of that habit.

Hopefully I can be better in the future.

Kitsu: Yes, now links! https://aikoakiyoshi.carrd.co/

Stormy: Linksies on my end are: https://f3nn3lcorgiii.carrd.co/
 
TIF 10: New
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Akane went over her options as she worked with the Human Leaders and the rest of the Autobots to decide where she was going to focus her knowledge points she had been accumulating rapidly recently.

Perhaps it was her close proximity to an existential threat such as Unicron that was giving her these points? If so, that implied some thing she did not want to think about.

Either way, she spent quite a lot of the meeting going over what they needed immediately. They needed weapons, they needed machines of war. Thy needed the humans to be able to fight toe to toe with a Transformer and win.

They needed a bulwark for Humanity to fall back on. Something large and fast. A Titan.

She couldn't give them actual Titans from Cybertron, but she could give them Titans at home. From Titanfall.

When combined with the technology from RWBY and Transformers, she had the feeling that this would be incredibly useful for the humans. But she still needed something more.

They needed the industrial capacity to create starships from nothing but energy with minimal time and oversight, so that if they ever needed to flee the world, they simply could. Because without that capacity, if Unicron ever woke up… All of humanity would be lost, and they were her little pogchamps. She'd be sad if they died.

So of course she specced into what was possibly the best form of humanity she knew of, for their technology. In fact, she specced so hard into Star Trek that she may or may not have accidentally unlocked borg tech somehow, along with all of Starfleet's most dangerous weapons, and apparently fucking time-travel.

Huh, she could use this.

"This... is a problem," Optimus said with a small growl in his voice as he looked at the still image of Megatron's face. "I hoped against hope that Megatron would be too preoccupied with his search for power to eradicate us. But our respite seems to be at an end."

"He was obsessed with you and your 'betrayal', no way he would let your survival slide, Optimus," Ratchet reminded their leader with a small scoff. "I'm honestly surprised it took this long for him to regain command."

"Got that right," Cliffjumper growled. "What's the plan, boss?"

"The first priority shall be to discover how Megatron plans to transport his army," Optimus explained as he pointed at the image of Cybertronian undead slowly shambling towards them. "From my reckoning, Megatron wishes to use one of his Space Bridges to lead his army from Cybertron to Earth, which would be disastrous."

Optimus looked grimly at Megatron's image.

"We need to find where that Space Bridge is and destroy it," he said decisively. "Hopefully they didn't employ stealth technology to sneak the Space Bridge closer to Earth, so we have some time to intercept it in space."

"Hmm," Akane rubbed her chin. "I'll get working on helping the humans create an army that can help defend their planet. Because this is their world, and if Megatron is going to try to assault it with undead Cybertronian warriors, they're going to need the best equipment I can possibly give them."

"How do you plan to outfit enough of us to even make it worth a damn?" Agent Fowler asked with a roll of his shoulders. "Unless you have some sorta 'magic stockpile' that we don't know about, we're gonna have to use good old fashion American Pride."

"Nah fam, I gotchu," Akane chuckled. "I'll just finish the Replicator project and mass produce some weapons and armored vehicles you can use at my other base, and you'll be fine."

"What?" Bumblebee asked with a side eye. "That sounds a bit messy, Granny."

"If it works it works," Akane shrugged. "And we'll need all the help we can get from our allies."

"Hmm, how much time do you need to outfit the humans, Akane?" Optimus asked. "And will Agent Fowler's government be the only one that we will give these arms?"

"I would sure a hell hope that she's only giving them to America!" Agent Fowler claimed. "Some of the nations on this world are in the middle of a warzone right now! We need to keep this under the control of a more responsible nation—"

"There is a reason I'm giving it to all of NATO to start," Akane chuckled. "And it's real simple. I feel as though it needs to be slowly disseminated among the United Nations, and NATO is the most likely of them to actually Defend the world rather than squabble in the short term."

"Hmm, that makes sense," Optimus conceded with a small nod. "Will that satisfy your leaders, Agent Fowler?"

"I'm sure they can agree to that," Agent Fowler sighed. "It's better than giving it to China and Russia right now or hell, the Middle East."

"Those places are a little too spicy currently," Akane agreed. "They'll still get it eventually, but they'll need to come to an agreement not to use what I deem as Superweapons on the surface of the planet, lest they cause their own extinction. Learn from our mistakes, don't repeat them."

"That is an acceptable compromise, I feel," Optimus nodded as he looked at the other Autobots. "For now, however, our main priority is to keep an eye on all sectors. Ratchet will keep an eye on as many Energon deposits on Earth as possible, and coordinate with the humans to figure out where the Decepticons will attack," he said before his eyes looked at Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, and Arcee.

"Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Arcee, the three of you will be our fast-response team. If Ratchet sees any hint of Decepticon activity, use the Ground Bridge and snuff it out," Optimus commanded them.

"You got it, boss. Though I guess that Bumblebee will have command during these operations, yes?" Cliffjumper asked as he looked at Optimus and then at Bumblebee. "Got to get him used to saying orders after all."

Optimus looked at Bumblebee for a few moments. "If that is what Bumblebee wishes, if not, then overall command will go to Arcee."

"I am ready to do whatever is needed, Boss," Bumblebee grinned, pointing his fingers at Optimus in a very human expression while winking his optics.

Kid would do fine.

"Bulkhead, your job is to make sure that the Synthetic Energon Factory and the Dust Refinement Plant underneath our base run at full capacity at all times," Optimus ordered as Bulkhead looked nervously at Akane for a bit.

"I dunno boss, I can handle the Synthetic Energon Factory, but the Dust Refinement Plant feels way out of my expertise," Bulkhead said with a small wince. "Akane, is it okay to ask for a manual? And probably somewhere to place spare parts in case of repairs for the both of them too."

"Every panel already has signs on them," Akane stated, "And there is a digital manual in my lab that you can download with all the relevant knowledge. Besides, you helped build the damn things, so you know where all the spare parts are."

"... Oh, right, sorry about that," Bulkhead said with a small laugh as he scratched the back of his head. "In that case, I'll take on that role, Optimus."

"Good man," Optimus nodded before he looked at Akane.

"Akane, feel free to do whatever you want to do to help," Optimus said with a small smirk. "I know you well enough to know that you would do what is right for everyone."

"I'll do my best, Optimus," Akane sighed. "Just keep them off my back long enough and Fowler and I will get an army of the locals going to help out."

"Damn straight we will!" Agent Fowler said, adjusting his tie. "This is our planet, and we'll be damned if we don't help defend it."

"In that case, Autobots, roll out!" Optimus said as the Autobots got to work.

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Stormy: And that's Chapter 10, where the good guys plan on what to when Megatron decided to flip the table and the game board to try and kill Optimus for good this time!

Also Optimus being a leader as per usual, had to look at some vids of him talking to get that right with some help.

Kitsu: Akane be doing Akane things and never explaining where she got her knowledge from as usual. I'm betting they think she just got this shit from being linked to one of the Primes lol. And to be honest, who's to say she isn't? I hear rumors of a Prime who could do similar things back in the day…

Stormy: Indeed, I wonder... Bah, that's probably nothing. Just something to explore later methinks.

Anyway, Decepticon Chapter next chap! Which means more chances to write Starscream! Yay! Time for links!

You can find me at https://f3nn3lcorgiii.carrd.co/!

Kitsu: And you can feed the foxxo at https://aikoakiyoshi.carrd.co/ so feel free to come down for that.

Stormy: And that's all for this chap! Have a good read, everyone!
 
TIF 11: New
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Soundwave was surrounded by idiots.

He knew that Megatron wasn't the brightest spark in the bunch, but he didn't expect the bot to go out of his way to infect himself with Dark Energon as well as the entire planet of Cybertron in order to get himself an army of undead warriors that he could bring down to this small, backwater planet for the sake of killing Optimus Prime. It was just stupid.

For one, it was hilariously overkill. Unless Akane had somehow survived, Megatron was certainly going to kill not only Optimus, but also every single Decepticon under his command on Earth. Never mind that it would remove arguably the best source of entertainment in the known universe and kill everyone on the surface of that planet, it was just too much to be throwing at a problem that required precision, not blunt force.

Soundwave admitted that he was going to go along with it anyways, because he swore an oath to Megatron. But if it wasn't for that, he simply would have killed Megatron on the spot for that, or died trying.

Because while Megatron had come to lust for power, and enjoyed taking his frustrations out on his subordinates, how he came into power was by convincing the Decepticons that he was genuinely the better option between him and the Primes, and that he'd create true equality. What a load of scrap that was.

Sure, everyone was equal in death, but then who would be there to enjoy what was left? No one, that was who.

Oh well… He supposed he should get to work.

…After he finished this last game of Jetty boot.

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Starscream knew he needed to lay low for a while.

After Megatron had completely screwed everything when he announced himself to every single goddamn frequency in the whole planet!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! For frag's sake, why in the PIT did our Primus-damned glorious leader—" Starscream screamed to himself before she slowly calmed himself down.

"It's alright, it's alright, we just need to enslave the humans!" Starscream growled to himself as he continued to fly around the self-made perimeter to scout for any pesky Autobots that decided it would be a good idea to play hero. "Once we have completely taken over thanks to Megatron's undead army, we can make the humans farm the plentiful Energon reserves the planet has for our personal use! I'm a genius!"

Missile! Missile! Missile! Missile!

Starscream blinked as he suddenly got missile alerts behind him. Fifteen missile alerts.

"Oh frag!"

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"Uuuuuh, sir?" Lieutenant Nick Johnson blinked as he looked at the radar. "We have a radar blip south, southwest of the base, it looks like one of our F-16's went out on a joyride."

"You sure about that Son?" Colonel Jack Nickleson asked, puffing his cigar. Turning to the rest of the room, he nodded. "Somebody get me some eyes in the sky. Looks like we got ourselves a volunteer for that Robot chick's new weapons if he fails to identify himself."

"Roger that, sir," Lt. Johnson said with a nod as he prepared to call the unidentified F-16.

"This is Vicker's Airbase to unidentified aircraft, present IFFs now," Lt. Johnson said before he flicked another switch. "Airbase to crew, please take a count of all available F-16's in our airbase as well as others nearby."

"Yessir."

Lt. Johnson nodded and waited for any sort of reply from the rogue aircraft.

There was none.

"Lt., all F-16's are accounted for, whatever it is, that's not one of ours," another aircraft control operator said with a small scowl as Lt. Nick nodded.

"Sir, no reply from our rogue aircraft, what are your orders?" Lt. Johnson asked.

"Looks like an open invitation to me," Colonel Nickleson grunted. "Scramble jets and take him out!" He commanded, "I want SAMs and Energon CIWS tracking that target yesterday!"

"Yessir," Lt. Johnson nodded before he made the call. "This is Lt. Johnson to all aircrews; we're going bogey hunting today."

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"Oh for Primus' sake!" Starscream growled as he dodged and weaved in the air to avoid the many, many missiles sent his way. "These annoying pests are starting to piss me off!"

He fired a burst of bullets at one of the missiles, which exploded in a burst of greenish light, a very familiar kind of explosion as well...

Wait...

"These humans have found a way to use Energon for their munitions! Frag!" Starscream yelped as the missiles and bullets in the air were much more concerning with that realization. "Since when did these primitives learn how to utilize the Energon on their planet!? That's impossible!"

Said realization came too late as one of the planes shredded one of his alt-form's wings.

"FRAG!" Starscream yelped in pain as he activated his Electro-Disrupter, which caused his Alt-Form to vanish in thin air even as he growled to himself.

"Ooooh, those humans will pay for humiliating me like this!" Starscream growled as he slowly flew back to Megatron. "I swear on MY name, I will make them pay for this humiliation! But first..."

"Lord Megatron must know that these humans can utilize Energon..." he said with a scowl on his face. "Though I doubt that these humans disseminated the knowledge to their whole planet given how territorial they are..."

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"Gah…" Megatron sighed, holding up a chunk of Dark Energon and plunging it into the planet to raise another undead army. "How can Starscream be so useless!" he grunted. "He left to do 'scouting' like that was somehow going to help raise my undead army, when he should be here himself, as a part of it."

He looked to the sky. "The space bridge is taking it's time as well," he grumbled to himself. "Did Soundwave betray me as well?"

He thought about it for a moment. "No… he is too loyal for that," Megatron chuckled. "Instead, the Autobots likely found him, and he's fighting them. I will have to go help him shortly, no doubt—"

He heard the sound of his Rival's engine roaring as he approached at speed. It was right on time.

He didn't waste time at all, as the truck slid to a stop and transformed from it's Alt-Mode with Optimus' Energon Axe at the ready, a fierce glare aimed at him.

"Megatron..." Optimus growled.

"Prime!" Megatron roared, and the fight began as his army rose around them.

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Stormy: Welp, it's almost time for... checks

Jesus, the penultimate fight for the goddamn pilot episode. A TON of stuff happened on the first episode, huh?

But yeap, it's time for Megatron and Optimus' ultimate battle for ultimate destiny in the next chapter!

Kitsu: Indeed. A bit earlier than expected, but we decided it would be a good idea to massively alter canon, and we want as many words as we can for the actual fight scene, as a good send off for the fic. So hold our beers, grab some popcorn, and enjoy the show!

Linkies for the support here: https://aikoakiyoshi.carrd.co/ to feed a lonely foxxo.

Stormy: And for me, you can see my links here at https://f3nn3lcorgiii.carrd.co/ so you can give corgi headpats and treats.

Anyhow, that's it for this chapter, we'll see you guys on Chapter 12!
 
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