Katana the Autobot

The red & purple femme could feel optics on her & looks around before seeing the other. Smiles, ‘Mornin, Katana,’ waves her over, ‘I’m not that good yet, but check this out.’ Shows the scout an almost likeness of her in a basic pose then talks to her.

XXX Couple Months Later XXX

The Honorary Prime’s recovery time thankfully didn’t take as long as predicted. With Lorena back fully on the roster Optimus thought about it & talked it over with Katana for her to train the young Prime. Not another way to keep an optic on her & hopefully keep trouble from finding her. Lorena steps out of the groundbridge to the scout femme’s current location then transforms into a wolf & looks around.

#lorena-honoraryprime #double action

Once the storm had passed over, Katana had left promptly for her next mission. However, over the following weeks, she became a frequent visitor of team Prime's base. While her reasons varied from delivering reports to stocking up on equipment, she never left without checking on Lorena first. Katana was pleased to see that she was recovering swiftly, and while the scout sounded more like a newsreader and less like a storyteller, she would share some non-confidential details from her previous missions to bring a little bit of change to Lorena's dull days spent stuck indoors.

One day, Katana was pulled aside by Optimus during her visit. While their words did not reach the audials of others, the femme's reluctant demeanor revealed that whatever the Prime was suggesting, she was not happy to agree to. Uncharacteristically animated, she marched out, shaking her helm and lashing her tail.

However, Katana couldn't bring herself to say no to Optimus Prime - and maybe he had known it, too - because she returned later, and while her grim expression was still present, she talked to him again. Skeptical expressions like "not a suitable choice for this kind of position" and "unable to guarantee her safety" could be heard from the femme, but finally she seemed to accept the arrangement.

Now, a few months later, she was standing on a rocky shore of an island, waiting in her beastmode. Balancing carefully on loose rocks, she turned around upon hearing the sound of a groundbridge activating.

"Right on time," Katana said as a greeting. She gave an approving nod to Lorena's beastmode - it would be easier to travel on the rugged terrain in a quadruped mode. "We only have a few hours of daylight left, so let's make them count."

Their first mission together was to explore an island that had been deserted up until recently. After humans had started mining there, Autobots' radar technology had picked up traces of a new energon source, but they couldn't start investigating before humans had left the worksite for the night.

"First, we need to locate the energon. After that, we can decide the next course of action." While talking, Katana was scanning their surroundings carefully. There was always a risk that Decepticons had detected the new source of energon, too.

He nods, ‘I will recharge here in a nanosecond. Thank you, Katana, & pleasant dreams.’ The Prime double checks the young femme’s blanket then stands to wrap a blanket around himself before sitting near Lorena once more. Within a couple of minutes he was fast asleep, but some hours later he’d be woken up by Lorena having a nightmare. He immediately moved onto the mediberth & consoles her while cuddling with her.

The next time he is awakened is early in the morning & Ratchet convinces him to go sleep in his quarters. Couple hours later Lorena wakes & talks with the CMO while stretching. After giving her a cube half medigrade & half regular he goes back to his duties. When she finished her cube she starts drawing Katana on her datapad.

Katana's recharge was more restless than usual. She wasn't sure what was exactly causing it - the stormy weather her sensitive audials picked up, the cabin fever that might've started to set in, or something else - but her rest was intermittent, and she found herself waking up again and again to what looked like an empty room, but did not feel so.

Finally she gave up and left her berth. She walked around the dim base, her steps echoing on empty hallways. The way she peeked into rooms and checked the locked doors was methodical, almost as if she was patrolling. Finally she took one last look into the quiet medbay, her ice blue optics resting on the sleeping figures for a moment.

Knowing that everyone was safely recharging finally seemed to give her the peace of mind she needed, and she headed back to her room.

The next morning, Katana woke up later than others. When she finally got up and realized what time it was, she felt mortified. She prided herself in her discipline, and this was not like her.

Trying to appear as if nothing was out of the ordinary, Katana left her room and headed towards the medbay. She was starting to feel the intense workout sessions from previous days, but she was dead set on not skipping one day: she just wanted to check on Lorena first.

Katana stopped at the medbay door and spotted both Ratchet and Lorena, both focused on their own activities. She lingered at the door, trying to decide whether to talk to Lorena or ask Ratchet of her condition - whoever addressed her first, she would go to them.

nelkenbabe-deactivated20211107

"i would die for you" this, "i'd walk through fire for you that"

what about "i'd live for you" romances? what about "i never thought i'd be worth the work it would take to piece myself together"?

what about "i don't believe i'm worth it, but for you i'll try"

#musings

just-us-earthlings

''Me named Swoop.'' Swoop answers, introducing herself to the strange bot. She, unlike her two companions, was smart enough to figure out what designation meant, from a few short snips of conversation she had with Prowl here and there when given the opportunity to do so. ''Who are you?'' Swoop asks in return, curious enough to wonder about the name of this strange, new bot she had just met. She wasn't worried about any danger or anything like that, no, if things got dire or dangerous enough, she could always just fly away. That was a luxury she often enjoyed, the sky felt.. free. From Grimlock, from Snarl, or to just escape and calm herself down, sometimes to simply think for a moment or two.

Upon hearing the name, Katana brought up a list of known Cybertronians of the area on her HUD. She had not been given more information than everyone's designation and status, which wasn't very helpful, but for now it was enough to confirm that Swoop was no intruder.

Katana looked at the bot in front of her silently for a moment, blue optics narrowed thoughtfully. Had she ever seen a dinobot before? At least she couldn't remember so. Then again, her memory core wasn't exactly what it used to be after everything that had happened. Either way, the dinobot's question made it clear they were not acquaintances, at least not yet.

"You can call me Katana." She took half a step back, rotating her upper frame so that her shoulder lights were no longer directly aimed at Swoop - she saw no reason to hold her in a spotlight like a suspect.

A quick glance at her wings answered Katana's next question of how she'd gotten here, so she asked instead: "Why are you here?" Her tone was neutral, not demanding for an explanation.

#just-us-earthlings

Gently hums in agreement then notices the smile & his widens. ‘Last I checked she was, but you can ask her when she wakes. I am very grateful for her & her contributions.’

Katana nodded, then looked at Lorena again. A comfortable silence fell between them, only broken by the distant sounds of storm outside. Fortunately the base was strong and well sheltered, so there was no reason to be concerned about the weather that was getting worse by the second.

When Katana checked the time, she was surprised to notice that it was getting late. It wasn't usual for her to lose her sense of time this way. Then again, it had been a while since she'd stayed in a shelter for longer than was necessary, not being able to keep track of time by other means like checking the sun's position.

The femme got up and gave her frame a quick stretch. She glanced at Optimus.

"Please don't forget to get some rest. Lorena's in good servos." Maybe her advice was not necessary, but then again, she knew how much Prime cared about his team, sometimes to the point of putting others' needs first before his own.

#meme #uh ohhhh #(only killing things like decepticons though - she's not going to kill a random human lol)

wonderful-rp-resources

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Nods, ‘Correct. Like this one time - just a little after of receiving her title - we were on patrol & picked up some strange readings. Which lead us to a dead end valley that neither of us liked since it was surrounded by sheer cliffs & good for an ambush. Wanting to protect her because I still had not fully accepted that she was not as vulnerable - which I am still ashamed of to this day. I ordered her to watch the entrance while I scout the valley. It turned out that the Decepticons had found an Iacon relic & energon deposit. As I snuck closer I accidentally set off one of Dreadwing’s traps.

As he & the Vehicons surrounded me, Lorena, sniped a good number of them from a cliff top . She tries to negotiate, but Dreadwing was not having it & orders to open fire on her. She fires back & keeps doing so as she jumps down while I start getting into the mix myself. As she fought she manages to get a couple of grenades off which starts a domino effect, grab the relic - which I didn’t know until we left the valley, & get to me so we can leave. For once she was my guardian.’

#lorena-honoraryprime #katana to the rescue

Katana listened closely, and while it was easy to notice where they'd gone wrong with their mission in hindsight, she knew quite well that mistakes happened even to the most experienced bots of all. After all, they all were living and feeling things; their judgments were constantly tried by both inner and outside forces, and so, she could understand the reason behind the Prime's decision to tell Lorena to stay put.

"Good thing she's smart and brave," she said, looking at Lorena, a little smile behind her mask. "Not everyone could've succeeded at a mission like that."

Her optics dimmed, as if her gaze was momentarily out of focus. "I hope she's proud of who she's become, both as a person and as a member of your team." She looked at Optimus again. "Bots like her - dedicated, trustworthy - cannot be taken for granted."

soulprompts

"𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥" 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴.

i'm a sucker for that scene where one person is injured and alone and ends up knocking on another person's door in their hour of need, and i'm an even bigger sucker for the tending to the injuries and the quiet emotional content that follows, and i'm here to make it everyone else's problem! as always, to reverse the actions, just add "+ REVERSE" to the end!

from the injured.

" i didn't know where else to go... "

" whatever you've been told about me, whatever you've heard or seen or listened to... none of it's true. "

" at least i have you to look after me, eh? "

" would you believe me if i said i got all these injuries by slipping in the rain? "

" i'm sorry... i know this isn't what you signed up for. "

" you're the only one i can trust. "

" do you believe what they're saying about me? "

" aren't you going to say i told you so? "

" i am grateful, you know. for everything you've ever done for me... i notice. and i see you. and i've never thanked you properly before, so... thank you. "

" i know i must be the last person you expected to see tonight, but... i'm afraid i have nowhere else to turn to. "

" thank you for not asking questions. "

" i know you have no reason to believe me, much less to trust me, but... i promise you. i swear to you, i am being set up. "

" you know, you'd make a nice profit if you turned this place into a safehouse. "

" why are you helping me? "

" why the hell did you open your door for me if you're so angry at me?! "

to the injured.

" quickly, get in before anyone sees you... "

" you came to the right place. hurry, get in... "

" what the hell happened to you!? "

" are you going to tell me what happened to you tonight? "

" i assume that the rumors surrounding you are all false and unrelated to why you're bleeding out on my sofa? "

" do you honestly expect me to just forget about the past so i can bandage you up? "

" you don't need to thank me. you'd fix me up if i came to your door with this much trouble, too. "

" regardless of everything you've said and done in the past, there isn't a single part of me that wouldn't open the door when you're knocking on it. "

" we can talk in the morning. for now, you need to rest. "

" i found you unconscious on my doorstep. "

" oh, i get it. i can stitch you up and let you get blood all over my bed sheets until the cows come home, but heaven forbid i start to ask questions about why you're bleeding in the first place. "

" things must be really bad if you're trying to say i was your best chance at being helped. "

" don't be stupid. you're not going anywhere. come on, back into bed... "

" i called in sick. we have the whole day to figure out what your next moves are going to be. "

" good! you're awake. i was beginning to worry... "

" you're not allowed to die in my bedroom. the rumours would never stop... "

" perhaps we ought to let bygones be bygones. until i'm confident that you're not going to die on my sofa, that is. "

" it's a bit late to worry about dragging me into your mess, don't you think? "

" you know why i opened that door... "

ACTIONS.

[ BANDAGE ]: sender gently begins to bandage receiver's wounds.

[ BED ]: sender guides receiver into bed, tucking them in and taking a seat by their bedside.

[ FEVER ]: having noticed the receiver beginning to spike a fever, sender presses a cool cloth to their forehead to try and bring it down.

[ CLOTHES ]: after tending to the receiver's wounds, sender brings them fresh clean clothes to change into.

[ FOOD ]: after ensuring the receiver is safe and stable, sender brings them out a plate of food.

[ BATH ]: sender runs the recently-cared-for receiver a hot bath.

[ WAIT ]: aftering tending to the receiver's injuries, sender takes a seat across for them, and patiently waits for them to start explaining what happened.

[ CATCH ]: noticing the receiver beginning to collapse on their doorstep, sender hastily catches them and brings them inside.

[ KISS ]: sender, after being cared for by the receiver, breaks the tension that's been building since they walked through the door, and pulls them in for a kiss.

[ HOLD ]: having been bandaged and cared for by the receiver, sender unexpectedly reaches out to take their hand and hold it in a quiet, sincere gesture of gratitude.

#starter ideas #meme

faultfindingfirebot

“Katana listen, what happened before wasn’t your fault.”

Heatwave shifted over to sit beside her, bracing an arm behind her back to keep her stablized.

“The past is past, and I have no intention of letting you get hurt again. I’ll protect you and your spark with everything I have.”

#faultfindingfirebot #late night talks

Katana was still covering her faceplate with her servos, but her ears tilted forward at Heatwave's words. She could hear him shift closer. Carefully, as if to test the waters, she moved her tail until it touched Heatwave's back gently.

A deep desire that had only grown stronger over the past few days once again took hold of her. She resisted it for only a moment longer before she dropped her servos and slumped down, sitting right next to Heatwave with her legs on one side. She rested her frame against the firebot's side, and her spark started beating quicker.

"I want to believe you," she said quietly. She hesitated, then shook her helm ever so slightly. "No, I... I believe you."

She was still not looking at him, though. Her mixed feelings finally gave way to shame, and her optics were cast down, her cheeks hot with embarrassment. What a mess she was in front of a mech she cared so much about.

just-us-earthlings

Swoop had been flying over the rooftops of Detroit at night, when it was already dark out and not that many people were outside anymore, even less if any at all humans glancing up at the sky trying to spot a flying dinobot. She eventually did get tired though, deciding to simply land, take a break and rest up for a little bit before she would fly right back to the junkyard she had departed from around a joor ago. Landing in the dark alleyway below her was a fairly simple, easy task for her to do and complete, and she began to rest her wings for a bit there as she minded her own business, not really bothering anyone around like Grimlock.. or Snarl, for that matter, would, thanks and due to the two other Dinobots' bigger sizes and greater amounts of strength, especially compared to her. She hummed in thought at that, as while they had the strength covered, she was more smart than her two Dinobot friends, or sort-of-family, she supposed. Which wasn't exactly bragworthy or special, she had come to realize in the time the three of them had been online, but still, she sometimes liked that fact. Then, all of a sudden, she snapped her helm towards the sudden noise she heard coming from nearby. Very nearby, in fact. The entrance of the alleyway. Swoop let out a curious noise, as if trying to ask who was there, or inviting them to approach and come closer to her so she could see who it was.

#just-us-earthlings #(for clarification let's say katana is about the size of bumblebee in tfa)

Katana had advanced only a block when she thought she sensed a presence. She stopped to listen, and her ears picked up something from the dark alley. It didn't sound like a human - in fact, it sounded more like her own kind. Her ice blue optics shone sharply as she peered into the darkness.

She stepped into the alley and, turning her shoulder lights on, asked in an assertive tone: "State your designation." What she did not expect to see was what appeared to be a dinobot.

#just-us-earthlings

//Closed starter for @just-us-earthlings!//

It was a late evening in Detroit. The air was cool, and the dark sky was colored warm by the city lights. A gray motorcycle drove along a street that led away from the hustle and bustle of the city center, towards a junkyard. The rider was dressed in all black with a helmet that hid their head and face, making them look rather forgettable - someone who would blend easily in a crowd.

Once there were no other traffic, the motorcycle stopped and the rider - holoform - flickered out of view. The vehicle transformed into a femme. She paused to take a look at her surroundings, creating an internal map of the next area on her to-do list.

After being relieved from her role as a secret agent, she'd been offered a new role as a scout. She'd been told by her higher-ups that it required great knowledge of key locations like Detroit, and she should explore them to get to know them inside-out. After all, it would be up to her in future to notice if something was amiss.

Right, Katana thought as she started silently walking down the street, sticking close to shadows. As if scouts are truly needed in this day and age. She was going to take her new mission seriously, there was no doubt about that. Still, they hadn't been very subtle about the way they couldn't come up with a better option for Katana, and they'd just wanted to wash their servos of the whole matter.

‘Do not worry as she does not usually “pull a Miko,”’ he softly chuckles. ‘Quite the opposite as she will stay by your side & listen to any instructions. Most of the time. There have been times when I am thankful that she did not listen.’

While Katana had not heard the phrase too many times, knowing Miko's personality was enough of a hint to understand it.

From what Optimus said, Katana understood that Lorena most often followed others' orders, but also trusted her own instincts. It was a good mix - following others blindly didn't always end well.

"Understandable. While it's important to have a plan, there are always variables we cannot see beforehand." She looked at Prime, waiting if he would give an example of such case. After all, it sounded like Lorena had saved his plating more than once.

‘Lorena helps - mostly by her own will - with a little bit of everything. When she is not under Ratchet’s or my tutelage she is scouting, helping the others in some shape or form, or watching & helping the children. Now that she knows about you she will be checking in on you & wanting to help you too.’

So she was kind of a jack-of-all-trades, then. Katana thought back to her times in Cybertron, and although she'd lost a big part of her memories, she recalled vaguely having a teammate like that while she'd been a Rescue Bot. It had been immensely helpful to have someone who wasn't tied to one task, but helped around with all sorts of things, instead.

Katana blinked as she was pulled back to present by the mention that Lorena would want to help her, too. She flicked her ear.

"As long as she doesn't go taking unnecessary risks," she replied, aware of the fact that her missions often had a dangerous aspect to them. "I would hate to see her get seriously hurt after everything she has gone through."

Optimus’ audials flick as he hears the children as well making him smile & chuckles more. At Katana’s question he thought for a moment & nods, ‘You are correct..but her home is broken & dysfunctional. “A child of divorce.” The day we met, Lorena, was moving & cutting ties with most of her family. Perhaps one or two members, but I am not completely certain.’ Looks at his charge, ‘She would most likely tell you that meeting us has saved her in more ways than one.’

Katana was a little surprised to hear that. Compared to Cybertronians, Katana had gotten the impression that humans were more close-knit species... but maybe that was an incorrect assumption she'd made by watching from afar. Apparently humans had just as complicated relationships as their own species had.

"I see. Then I'm glad she found her way into your lives." Finally pulling her servo free, Katana leant back, thinking.

"So what's her role within the team? Or does she have a special function, like Ratchet being the medic?"

A small smile appears as he’ll take this [tiny] victory while his servo gently momentarily squeezes both femmes’ servos. The touch made the unconscious femme gently nuzzle & very lightly kiss their servos. Optimus softly chuckled, ‘Her dreams must be good at the moment. What other questions about, Lorena, can I answer for you?’ He was right as she was currently dreaming of walking in a beautiful meadow.

Katana tensed, but didn't pull her servo away. Lorena looked peaceful, which was fortunate to see after everything she'd went through in the past 24 hours or so.

The gray femme was about to speak when her ears tilted at a sudden sound echoing somewhere far away in hallways. It sounded like the young humans were playing. Had Katana been more familiar with common Earth games, she might've been able to recognize from their shouts that they were playing hide-and-seek.

She had meant to say something else, but she decided to ask this instead: "If Lorena was born human, I would assume she had some kind of family at the time of your encounter. Does her family know about her current... form?"