TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Confronting a Decepticon* Okay, that’s it. *Pulls out something*
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Looks over* [Y/N], what’s that in your hand?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Pulled out a Cybertronian-sized grenade and pulls the pin out with between their denta* Catch.
[They tossed it to the Decepticon.]
TFA!Lugnut: *Quickly catches the grenade* Oh…
[The grenade explodes in his faceplate.]
TFA!Lugnut: *Covered in dark ashes and collapses to the ground*
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Looks at them in disapproval* Was that necessary?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Optimus, there is a time and place to pull such a stunt like I just did. All I committed was shutting him up. Too chatty about Megatron.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Still, you didn’t have to do that.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: It was either that or call in an airstrike on him.
Reincarnated Prime to OG Prime, whenever an inconvenience happens:
[NOTE]: Do not ever pull the pin using your teeth. It could cause dental injuries or tooth loss. Especially don’t try this at home.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Reading through some library books they borrowed* Primus, they even wrote a history book about the 2020s.
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Sitting next to them* Any accurate information from your home?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: There’s little differences but nothing too drastic. “Labubu Fashion”, “Stanley Cup Craze”, and the infamous two numbers.
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Reads over the last part* “6-”
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Hushes him* Shhhhh! No. Don’t say it. I’m afraid there’s still Gen Alpha people around in this universe, alive. We cannot trigger their muscle memory.
OG!TFA!O.P.: [Y/N], I’m a spirit. It’s highly unlikely for anyone to hear me.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Vents* Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
OG!TFA!O.P.: “6-7”.
[The Next Morning]
[On the T.V.]
“We interrupt this program to address the sudden resurgence of the infamous, viral trend from what is called the “Worst 20s”, 6-7.”
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Glares at him* What did I say, Prime?
OG!TFA!O.P.: “We cannot trigger their muscle memory.”
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Mhm…Now we have suffer for months until it dies down. And stays dead.
[A/N]: Forgive me. I apologize for bringing in the portion of brainrot.
Of finding out what all of this is for (what all of this was for)
It's you and me
And everywhere we go, we're leading to an open door
What all of this was for
We've made our mistakes, the good and bad days
But nothing really breaks if I got you
Look at the sky when you go outside
And know there is nothing
To keep me back from you (ah)
I've got dreams
Of finding out what all of this is for
It's you and me (and know there is nothing)
And everywhere we go, we're leading to an open door
To keep me back (keep me back, keep me back)
From you (keep me back, keep me back, keep me back)
To keep me back (keep)
From you (oh, oh)
To keep me back (keep me back, keep me back)
From you (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
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“Where am I? Am I…”
???: Welcome, [Y/N].
“Wait, Alpha Trion? How? I thought you were a fictional character where I’m from.”
Alpha Trion: I understand you’re perplexed of the situation. My brothers and sisters are appointing you to break the cycles of errors made by Optimus Prime.
“What? I’m confused. Why are you appointing me? I’m human, literally not qualified for the role. Maybe I’m dreaming all of this…I need to wake up.”
Alpha Trion: That is not possible, [Y/N]. You were in an accident back in your world.
“Accident? I…don’t remember how I died.”
Alpha Trion: You will remember someday, my child. As of now: Primus, the Primes and I chose you to fill in Optimus’ role. To break cycles caused by overlooked issues.
“…Forgive me, but are you hearing yourself? I’m…well, not really human anymore…I don’t think I’m “Prime” material for this kind of responsibility.”
???: Of course you’re “Prime material”. We’ve watched you since the day you were emerged.
“Alchemist? Who else is with us?”
Alchemist: Prima, Solus, even Megatronus. He’s right behind you.
Megatronus: Greetings.
Alchemist: Rarely comes out to greet anyone.
“Huh. So, do I have to replace Optimus or Orion when being reincarnated?”
Alpha Trion: You will be taking over his frame. Their spirits will guide you of the worlds they experience in.
Solus: You’ll get the hang of things, [Y/N]. Plus, it would be fun to see a former human as a Cybertronian.
Alpha Trion: Are you willing to take this opportunity to break the cycles?
“…If it helps me guide my way through this kind of purgatory, I accept.”
Alpha Trion: Okay…Your journey starts now.
[(A/N): Hello! I started a series of the [Reader] being Isekai’d to the TF continuities and becomes Prime himself.]
[Reblogs helps creators and creates for more content]
[SYNOPSIS]: This is the one of the rare times Optimus/[Y/N] goes savage on a certain big-chinned douche.
[PLATONIC]
[WARNING]: Human cursing, Sentinel slander, some Elite Guard slander, OG TFA!Optimus just exhausted from [Y/N]’s methods of getting back at the jerks who ruined his life.
[(A/N)]: This fic is based at the beginning of Season 2.
[MASTERLIST]
[After the battle against the Decepticons, Team Prime are now cleaning and rebuilding the damages left behind.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *In their alt. mode* Everyone is afraid of us since the battle. We need to rebuild their trust with us after fixing everything.
OG!TFA!O.P.: I understand, [Y/N]. We’ll think of a way.
[Beeping erupted from the outside of a concrete slab, blocking the drivers.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: One moment, everyone. *Transforms back in their robot mode and carefully lifts the slab* up*
[When they picked up the debris, drivers were already driving back. Driven away from their presence.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Steaming motherboard, we really need to rebuild trust with everyone. They were afraid of me.
TFA!Ratchet: Can ya blame them? After all, we trashed half their city.
TFA!Prowl: I believe the Decepticons did most of the trashing.
TFA!Bulkhead: *Sits down* I liked it better when we were heroes.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: We’re still heroes, Bulkhead. It may take time to remind the citizens that we’re good. Let’s get back to work.
TFA!Ratchet: Hey, where’s Bumblebee? Isn’t he supposed to be helping, too?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Most likely with Sari. She’s still affected by the last battle and with her father missing, somebody needs to be by her side.
TFA!Ratchet: You really care about that kid.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: It’s nothing. She’s part of the team and really needs more help than ever.
[Out of nowhere, a blinding object appeared across the clear skies. Detroit News already addressing the sudden presence of an unidentified object from space, heading straight to downtown Detroit.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Furrows their brow-ridges* Oh, great.
OG!TFA!O.P.: What is it now, [Y/N]? More trouble?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: More than trouble.
[Enter Bumblebee and Sari running to the team.]
TFA!Bumblebee: Did you guys see that?
TFA!Ratchet: *Turns his attention at the two* It’s kind of hard to miss.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Turns to the direction of the flying object* We better look into it. Transform and roll out.
[Everyone transforms into their alt. modes and head over to the location where it could have been landed. At the front view shows a large space craft, bigger than The Orion ship.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Of course, it had to be them.
OG!TFA!O.P.: You’re sounding more agitated than before.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I have a bone to pick with someone since childhood.
[As Team Prime arrives at the site, the Detroit Police Department and Captain Fanzone are already working on securing the area, in case of potential threat.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Transforms back to bot mode* Captain Fanzone, have your men stand down. Let my team and I handle this.
Captain Fanzone: *Laughs sarcastically* Or what? So you can wreck other half of the city? I don’t think so.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Captain, this is beyond your experience in the field. Let us handle this.
[Then, as pressurized air hissed. A hatch opens and everyone is in high alert, suspecting for anything. A ramp unfolds for the mysterious visits to reveal themselves, members of the Elite Guard.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Aw shit. Ultra Douche and his SIC, Douche Jr.
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Gawks at them* [Y/N]!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Come on. You know these two are the reason for your current situation. At least Jazz is here to lighten up the mood.
Captain Fanzone: Ah…Robots. Why did it had to be robots?
[Team Prime stride over in front of the members, all in a single-filed line. Everyone saluted to the them, except [Y/N] since they know the Elite Guard’s authority is not what the leader respected.]
TFA!Ratchet: *Looks over at them and whispers* Prime, why aren’t ya saluting to them?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I have reasons, Ratchet.
[Then quickly, Ultra Magnus commanded Jazz to put down a force-shield to separate the human law enforcement and wandering citizens from everyone. Sari comes into the scene to catch up with the team.]
TFA!Jazz: *Looks closely* You sure that’s necessary, commander? I like to get a closer look.
TFA!Sentinel: You might feel different when the slime they spew out melts through your armor plating that rots your circuits from the inside.
TFA!Jazz: *Hesitant now* Really?
OG!TFA!O.P.: [Y/N], try to remain calm. He’s just like that.
TFA!Sentinel: Have some experience with organics and believe me. Nothing good can come from contact. Isn’t that right, Optimus?
[Then, something snap within the acting leader failing at their stoic poise.]
OG!TFA!O.P.: Oh no.
TFA!Bumblebee: *Shivers* Does anyone feel cold about now?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Fumes and explodes* Hold the slag up!
[The sudden outburst froze everyone in place.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: That’s misinformation you’re spreading around, Sentinel. Jazz, humans don’t spew out any slime or bodily fluids voluntarily. He’s just fear-baiting you from learning about other life-forms outside of Cybertron all because he’s lacking experience in the field.
TFA!Jazz: *Little relieved* Really? A’ight, I trust your call since you guys were here longer.
TFA!Sentinel: *Offended by another authority* Hey! That’s out of line!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Out of line like that big-ass chin of yours.
[Everyone around the two gasps and some laughed at the comeback. Bumblebee and Bulkhead wheeze at the burn, Prowl smirks a bit and Ratchet was surprisingly pleased and chortle from their witty response. Even Jazz tries to not laugh at the sudden reflect of the insult.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: And another thing that’s out of line here is you and the Elite Guard coming to Earth without notifying us. We didn’t expect you three to drop by and cause trouble with the city’s locals.
TFA!Sentinel: Watch that tone of yours, Optimus. Do you even remember who are you dealing with?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I remember who I’m dealing with, just not as important as back then. We only deal with other higher authorities or threats. Even with Decepticons, we treated them as important while they infest this planet, alone.
TFA!Sentinel: Decepticons? On this forsaken mud ball? Optimus, you must really want to prove you have what it takes to be a “hero”. Even though you never had it in your programming to begin with. From what I see, there’s no proof of ‘Cons anywhere.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Oh, you want proof? There are many Detroit citizens who watched us saving the city every day. Why don’t you ask them to see evidence of us kicking ‘Con ass? Or is your galactic xenophobia gonna act up?
TFA!Sentinel: Why you…
[The two glare at each other with such intensity, but the commander steps in to prevent any more damage.]
TFA!Ultra Magnus: That is enough! Jazz, put down the shield.
TFA!Jazz: *Activates the force-shield with a controller*
[After the shield was placed down, Sari was still outside and banging against the field.]
Sari: Hey, what’s the big idea?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Turns back at her* Oh scrap! Sari!
Sari: Optimus, what’s going on?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Sari, everything’s going to be okay. We’ll be out soon. Just hang tight, stay close with Captain Fanzone until we return back out. You understand?
Sari: *Nods* Just be careful.
[Everyone starts boarding into the ship.]
TFA!Ultra Magnus: Sentinel Prime, decontaminate Optimus Prime and his crew.
TFA!Sentinel: *Smirking arrogantly* With pleasure.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Holds everyone back and stand down* Ultra Magnus, sir, with all due “respect”, shouldn’t you at least scan everybody instead of wasting resources on no-based claims of biohazards or any potential pathogens?
TFA!Sentinel: *Gawks at them* Sir, you can’t possibly listen to that consideration.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I’m considering you should start with my suggestion since you and the Elite Guard clearly lack of proper protocol. Didn’t the academy mentioned this in one of the classes?
TFA!Ultra Magnus: Well, you may have a point of preserving our resources. Might as well do the scans. Sentinel, scan everybody and report back if they need of decontamination.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Sees Sentinel's soured expression* Don’t think I didn’t see that look on your face, Sentinel. You just wanna humiliate my team and I just because we’re “maintenance bots”.
TFA!Sentinel: *Backs up from them* Don't feel cocky yet, Optimus.
[Further inside the ship, Sentinel starts scanning the team and [Y/N] while wearing a displeased expression on his faceplate. Tolerating the Magnus’ orders. Then, results came in and every member is in the clear, no need for decontaminating. Now, everyone is gathered at the front of the commander himself at the main console.]
TFA!Ultra Magnus: We’ve wasted enough time and valuable resources tracking down these stragglers. So if it’s all the same to you, we’ll just retrieve the Allspark, and be on our way.
[Members of the crew looked at each other with worry and hesitate to report about the artifact.]
TFA!Bumblebee: Yeah, a-ab-bout the Allspark…Funny story…It kind of…Sort of…
TFA!Bulkhead: *Cuts in* Blew up!
[The three Elite Guardsmen looked at them in horror.]
TFA!Ultra Magnus: What? The Allspark is destroyed?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Not exactly. The Allspark is practically energy, which it cannot be destroyed or be created. Meaning when it shattered and disperse, it couldn’t just disappear.
TFA!Sentinel: Oh, you made some big time blunder in your day, Optimus. But this one tops them off.
TFA!Ratchet: *Defends them* He’s a slagging hero for keeping it from Megatron and the Decepticons!
TFA!Sentinel: Stand down, rust-bucket. Your boss is a lot of things but hero isn’t one of them. *Steps forward to TFA!O.P.![Y/N]* We did a sweep of the entire planet. Not one trace of Decepticon energy signatures.
TFA!Bumblebee: *Jumps in the conversation* That’s ‘cause we kicked their sorry solenoids.
TFA!Sentinel: You expect us to believe that a bunch of glitched-detailed flunkies could defeat Megatron?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I did kicked his faceplate and tried to choke the bastard.
[Then Sentinel continues being a cocky dickhead, still not believing the claims of actual Decepticons on Earth.]
TFA!Sentinel: But, where’s your proof?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Ask the Detroit citizens. They should have video evidence of Decepticons attacking the city.
TFA!Sentinel: Yeaaaah…no. Then, show me one shred of evidence that the Allspark wasn’t completely destroyed on your watch.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Okay, bet.
TFA!Sentinel: *Scoffs* And you know what’s that’s worth, don’t we?
[Bulkhead and Bumblebee turn to their leader.]
TFA!Bulkhead: Come on, boss-bot. Why don’t you stand up for yourself?
TFA!Sentinel: *Smirks arrogantly* Because he knows his place.
TFA!Bulkhead: *Burst in anger* HOW ‘BOUT I PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE?!! *Lunges at Sentinel and about to punch him*
[Jazz and the Prime team held back their respective teammates.]
TFA!Prowl: Bulkhead, no!
TFA!Bumblebee: Woah easy, big guy!
TFA!Ratchet: This cyber-clown isn’t worth it.
TFA!Ultra Magnus: *Brings down his hammer* Stand down, all of you! These are serious charges and will be investigated. Optimus Prime, show us where this supposed Decepticon battle took place. Your crew will remain here with Jazz until this matter is settled.
TFA!Sentinel: As you know... *Salutes him* I scanned some typical Earth vehicles, sir, so we won't attract attention to ourselves.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Not for long, "smart-ass".
TFA!Ultra Magnus: Good work, Sentinel Prime. Transform.
[Ultra Magnus and Sentinel transform into their Earth-based vehicles; a snow plow truck and a 8-wheeled military HEMTT missile truck. Team Prime just looks at them in astonishment and also seeming unenthusiastic.]
TFA!Bumblebee: *Looks up at Bulkhead* Oh yeah. No one's gonna notice that.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Silently judging them with furrowed brow ridges* ...
TFA!Sentinel: *Feeling their gaze* What? Jealous?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: No, just..."Barely noticeable".
[Outside of the ship, the shield is down and the ramp is open. Prime came out first, much of relief for the Detroit Police and the bystanders waiting for their protectors.]
Sari: Look! Prime's okay.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Walking down the ramp* It's alright! They're on our side. *Transforms*
[Prime leads Ultra Magnus and Sentinel off to the site of the previous batte, though a certain snow plow mobile clumsily bumps and crashes into vehicles that should have been avoidable down the path.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Are you for real?
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Also in his vehicle mode* [Y/N], we promised not to take things too far, especially beating Sentinel up.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Prime, you have the patience of a saint. I don't. I'm even willing to call an airstrike on him.
[The three drove over the highway of the city.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Here on Earth, we drive on the right side of the street. However, different driving rules and laws all depend which state or country you're in.
TFA!Sentinel: *Cuts in between Prime and Ultra Magnus* Ultra Magnus is not interested in the opinions of a scrub. *Tries to outdrive them*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Hey! *Moves in front of Sentinel* Even though you're "guests" here, follow the rules before somebody gets hurt.
TFA!Sentinel: *Drives around them* I don't need to hear whatever scrap you put out. *Speeds up*
[Sentinel drove straight ahead and ran over some barricades, some destroyed in the process. However, at the end, the bridge road was unfinished and he leaped off.]
TFA!Sentinel: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! *Crashes down against a pillar*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Dumbass motherfucker...I told him so.
[Hours later: Prime, Ultra Magnus and Sentinel arrived at Dinobot Island and stopped at the shores.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Alright, before we continue, there are rules to traveling further into the island.
TFA!Ultra Magnus: What would these rules be, Optimus?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]:
Be quiet as possible since there are life-forms here that can kill you.
Stay with a guide... *Points at themselves* ...and don't get lost.
If I hear somebody bitching during the excursion, we're turning back around. *Looks at Sentinel*
TFA!Sentinel: *Offended* I don't "bitch" about anything, whatever that means.
TFA!Ultra Magnus: Well, you have a tendency of forming complaints.
TFA!Sentinel: They're formal opinions.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N] & TFA!Ultra Magnus: *Looks at each other as a silent mutual agreement about Sentinel’s complaining*
TFA!Sentinel: I saw that!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Let’s get going and remember the rules I laid out.
[Then, the three proceed to follow into the island's forest-infested area. Silently walking down a path.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Quietly* The ship is right up ahead. Remember, try to be quiet as to not draw unwanted attention.
TFA!Sentinel: *Sarcastic* Ooooh afraid there might be some big bad Decepticons lurking in the bushes?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Glares back at him* What did I say? This is a only warning I'm giving you if your attitude continues, we're turning back.
TFA!Sentinel: *Now quietly speaks* Sheesh, sorry...Is it Decepticons?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Not Decepeticons. Dinobots.
[Unfortunately, through the rustling tall grass, the Dinobots leap out of their hiding spots. On guard and readied to start fighting.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Backs U.M. & Sentinel behind them* They’ll leave us alone if we don’t provoke them.
TFA!Sentinel: I don’t need some Elite Guard wash-up telling me how to handle “primitive technology”.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Sentinel, these Dinobots aren’t as primitive as you assumed. They’re capable of thinking and still destructive to ruin your day.
TFA!Sentinel: I don’t recall asking you.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]/OG!TFA!O.P.: Oh, frag/fuck…
[Then, the Dinobots transform into their alt. modes and started attacking Sentinel for acting hostile towards them.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Ultra Magnus, may we continue the search? Sentinel Prime seems to be handling the fight accordingly.
TFA!Ultra Magnus: *Raises a brow ridge at them* …
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Vents* Fine, we’ll help him.
[After Ultra Magnus activates his Hammer, he slams the weapon down to the ground. Electrical currents startled the Dinobots, reverting them back to their Dino forms and retreat into the thick forest. Then, a distress signal reached to the Prime.]
TFA!Ratchet: “Prime! We’re at the Sumdac Robot Plant and we’re gonna need backup!”
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Copy that, Ratchet. I’m on my way. *Transforms and rolls out*
TFA!Ultra Magnus & TFA!Sentinel: *Transforms and follows behind [Y/N]*
[They travel back to the city and hurried over to the robot plant, surrounded by Sumdac's robotic law enforcers. Prowl fell as the rogue police-bots circled around his form.]
OG!TFA!O.P.: Prowl needs help.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: On it! *Throws their axe at the direction*
[It spins and slices through the bots that were about to shoot Prowl. The axe redirects back to [Y/N] as they caught it mid-air.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Mind if I cut in? *Helps Prowl stand back up*
TFA!Ultra Magnus: *Crushes some police-bots behind them with his vehicle mode*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Oh, thanks, commander.
[More rogue drones roll out of the plant, surrounding the Elite Guards and Team Prime. Everyone destroy as many as they could but more kept coming out.]
TFA!Ratchet: It's no use! No matter how many we destroy, they just keep coming!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: We need to shut down that assembly line.
Sari: *Running towards them* I'll do it, with my Key.
[They leap in and shield Sari away from the incoming police drones.]
Sari: As long as this company's name is "Sumdac", it's my responsiblity.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Okay. Bulkhead, Ratchet, Bumblebee, distract the drones while Prowl and I help Sari sneak inside the loading dock. *Transforms*
[Sari gets inside of them and drive off with Prowl in his motorcycle form.]
TFA!Jazz: Might if I join ya? *Transforms and drives behind them*
[The assembly line continues functioning and building drones, [Y/N], Prowl and Jazz rush inside to find the controls. Drones in front and back block their path.]
TFA!Jazz: Go! We'll hold them off here. *Pulls out his nunchakus*
[Prowl and Jazz destroy the drones while [Y/N] helps Sari down to teh panel.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Hurry! Use the Key!
Sari: *Inserts her Key into the control panel*
[The assembly line shuts down, stopping production.]
Sari: And that is why the company name is "Sumdac".
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Oh, thank Primus.
Sari: *Tries to pull out the Key* My Key, it's stuck. I can't get it out.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Let me try. *Pinches on it and tries to pull out* Oh, it's really stuck. The panel is gonna overload.
[Sentinel came and pushes [Y/N] away.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Almost trips* What was that for?!
TFA!Sentinel: I think you've done enough, Optimus. I'll make sure you're tried for high treason for destroying the Allspark. Now come with me. *Grabs their servo*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Smacks him off* Now's not the best time to select my punishment, I need to help Sari.
TFA!Sentinel: That wasn't a request. That's a direct order, Optimus.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Silently infuriated and clenches their fists* ...Sari, cover your ears.
Sari: *Covers her ears*
TFA!Prowl: Oh no...
TFA!Jazz: Should we cover our audial sensors?
TFA!Sentinel: Now why-
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Glares coldly at Sentinel*
TFA!Sentinel: *Feels shivers down his backstrut* Optimus…?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Mask up and staring down at Sentinel* Stop being a total jackass and let us fix the mess! You know nothing when it comes to solving issues like this, or discuss at an appropriate time.
[They pull out their axe and chops off the control panel. Inside revealed to be an Allspark fragment attached to Sari's Key, responsible for causing the police drones to become defiant of its programming.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Catches Sari from falling* *Grabs the shard and shoves it into Sentinel's chassis* Here. This is evidence that the Allspark never disappeared. Either give it to Magnus or shove it up in your hard-drive.
[They push past Sentinel as they carry Sari out with Prowl and Jazz following behind them. Before leaving the plant, they look back at Sentinel.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: By the way, it's Optimus Prime. I earned that rank. *Optics shun with unrecognizable fury*
[After the shard was given to Ultra Magnus, he inspects the piece and confirmed it was one of the remnants of the Allspark. Clearing parts of statement that Team Prime did what was best during the last battle. Sentinel tried to disregard the Prime as a "liar" but the Magnus dismisses the claim and reminded the other Prime of the qualities of a true leader of one's team.]
[Bonus Content]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Typing down on their personal computer*
OG!TFA!O.P.: What are you doing this time?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Typing out records for Sari since she’s considered nonexistent. Can’t believe Isaac didn’t file them out.
OG!TFA!O.P.: You do realize it’s considered "identity fraud".
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: It’s fine. I’ve done it plenty of times back home when I need to do undercover ops.
OG!TFA!O.P.: How many times?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Enough times that even CIA didn’t notice.
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Stares at them* …I don’t know what else you did back then.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Two words: Infiltration and sabotage. I’m more on infiltrating, but it’s fun sabotaging enemy defenses.
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[SYNOPSIS]: [Y/N] faces their biggest challenge, Megatron.
[PLATONIC]
[WARNING]: Semi-Canonical Violence, Ratchet with a gun (for protection and used for a short time), Mild Cursing, and Megatron getting humbled.
[MASTERLIST]
[Weeks passed since fighting Blitzwing and Lugnut, everything seemed calm. With the snow storm already approached to the city, accidents can still happen. Everyone was on high alert for the time being.]
[Optimus/[Y/N]’s Habsuite]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Sketching on a blank datapad*
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Leaning against a wall by them* So, how many were there?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: If it’s about my kill count, I’m not proud of what I did back then. They were mainly enemies, opposing guards of dangerous targets. I had no other choice in those times.
OG!TFA!O.P.: [Y/N], I understand. Every bot I’ve met back on Cybertron has a past they’re not proud of, especially veterans from the Great War. I thought it would be better to open up more about your old career to someone who will listen, like Ratchet when he talked about his time.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Vents calmly* You really know what to say about upbringings like mines.
[Alarms blared around the base and the two quickly left their room.]
TFA!Prowl: Security sensors are picking up increased Decepticon signals. Activity levels are higher than anything we seen on Earth.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I figured this would happen. They’re gonna get ready for an invasion. We need to warn the mayor and other officials for possible emergency evacuations.
[Just then, two toy planes flew over the Autobots.]
TFA!Ratchet: *Startled* Incoming! *Blasts one of the planes with his magnetic pulse*
[The toy burst into plastic shrapnel. Incomes Bumblebee and Sari emerging into the scene holding controllers.]
TFA!Bumblebee: Hey! You made me lose the dog fight!
Sari: Whatcha do that for?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Sari, ‘Bee, we’re on edge now since we just found out the Decepticons are mobilizing for a full-scale assault.
TFA!Bumblebee: And we’re supposed to defend the entire planet, how? I hate to be a downer but five of against all of them? The odds aren’t exactly in our favor.
Sari: Uh, hello? Well, what am I? Invisible? I make six.
TFA!Bulkhead: *Pops an idea* Hey, maybe the Dinobots can help.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Quirks up a brow-ridge* Really?
TFA!Ratchet: *Looks at Bulkhead in confusion*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I thought the Dinobots were destroyed after what happened. Were they?
TFA!Bulkhead: You told me you were gonna tell him. He told me he’s gonna tell you.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Feigning confusion* Tell me what, exactly?
TFA!Bulkhead: Go on. It’s Prime, he’ll understand. *Sneaks away*
[Off scene is when Prowl confessed that the Dinobots are still in operation and are hidden on a private island, away from civilization. After he finished…Nothing. No yelling nor any display of frustration at the sudden revelation.]
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Fuming in anger* YOU STOLE THE DINOBOTS AND TOOK THEM TO AN ISLAND?!?!!!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Ignoring the ringing in their audial sensor* I see. Prowl, Bulkhead, you could have told me this sooner.
TFA!Bulkhead: So, you’re not mad at us?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Oh, I’m mad. You still should have told me about this. It’s obvious insubordination. Disobeying the original task. But, that’s not important now. Everyone is depending on us to protect them from the enemy.
TFA!Bulkhead: Well, maybe it’s not a bad thing. What Prowl did. Oh, we could use it to our advantage. I mean, they kind of owe us.
TFA!Prowl: Bulkhead and I can go to the Dinobots and ask for their help against the Decepticons.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Vents* Okay, but I’m coming with you. To make sure the task is done, accordingly. These kinds of mistakes are something we can’t afford. Too much hangs in the balance to which is why we need to enforce better security measures on every level. I’m afraid there’s no choice for this first act. Sari, your Key.
Sari: What? *Holding her toy plane with the Key stuck on it*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: It’s not safe in your care anymore, Sari. You’re also not safe either if it’s with you. We need to guard it from here on out. After all, it’s not a toy to mess with.
Sari: That’s not fair, it’s mine. The Allspark chose me and I’ve done a pretty good job protecting it so far. *Yanks out her Key from the plane*
[It flew out of her hands as it shoots up in the air and stops. Falling down and hits on top of Ratchet’s helm.]
Sari: Oops. My bad.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I’m sorry, Sari. That proves my point. The situation could endanger us, everyone. It’s not about you, it’s about the future we’re trying to protect. *Crouches down and holds their servo out to her*
Sari: No! *Hides the Key behind her* I’m in charge of the Key. It’s my job, not yours.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Has a solemn expression as they stand back up* Ratchet, take it from her.
TFA!Ratchet: Prime, maybe we could-
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Ratchet, that’s an order. Don’t make this any harder than it should have.
TFA!Ratchet: *Looks defeated* Yes, sir. *Activates his magnet and yanks the Key out of Sari’s grasps* *Has the Key now*
Sari: *Starts tearing up* Why don’t you trust me? I trusted you! *Cries and runs off*
TFA!Bumblebee: Sari! *Glares at Prime* What’s your damage, Prime? Sari’s been helping us since the day we got here. She’s a part of this team.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I’m sorry, there’s no other way to protect her. And, if she got involved with us trying to stop the upcoming attacks, she’ll be a target. A liability.
TFA!Bumblebee: *Stunned by the last comment* Is that so? Considering the fact that we’re stuck on this planet, outnumbered, with no idea how we’re gonna beat an army of Decepticons ready to fry our circuits in any second, I would exactly call you a liability for a leader. I’m gonna find Sari.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Bumblebee, get back here! Bumblebee! Bumblebee!!!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: He can’t hear you, remember? Just let him go. I’m not even gonna contact him to return back since he won’t listen and is trying to comfort Sari.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Are you serious? Since when did insubordination acceptable, [Y/N]? We have a job to do.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: And I know what I’m doing. You’re a team leader, but lack the experience when it comes to trust between teammates. Ratchet, take the Key and head for the ship. We need to protect the Allspark just in case the Decepticons try to make a move. Oh, one last thing. *Hands him some protection*
TFA!Ratchet: *Stares at the self-defense tool* This is a gun.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I know. Ask questions later. Bulkhead, Prowl, show me the Dinobot island.
[The scene cuts to the canon cuts of where Sari was kidnapped by Blackarachnia; Ratchet has to drive off course and away to loose Blitzwing. The Field-Tech even shot the gun given by “Prime” for emergencies, but still somehow lost the Key to the Triple-Changer. Now, the next scene cuts to [Y/N], Bulkhead and Prowl already on Dinobot island to recruit the Dinobots for reinforcements.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Trailing behind Prowl and Bulkhead* Prime, I feel awful from before.
OG!TFA!O.P.: You had to do what’s best for the everyone in the future.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: The future would still have scars. What I did to Sari was unforgivable. I may have been a harden lieutenant and taken out lives in my old life, but I still have humility. How can she forgive us after what we did back there? Even I wouldn’t treat my old team like that. Not even to a child.
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Looks saddened* You have a valid point, [Y/N]. Maybe after this, we’ll need to apologize to her and everyone.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Nods* Yeah, good call on that.
[The three searched every inch of the island and haven’t found signs of the Dinobots yet.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: We covered every inch of the island and no signs of the Dinobots.
TFA!Bulkhead: Maybe they left…
[The ground shook from beneath the three and their attentions draw to the approaching Dinobots.]
TFA!Bulkhead: …Or not.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Just tell them we come in peace.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: That approach may not work, let me try negotiating with them. Dinobots, we came here to ask for your help. We’ll return the favor with anything you need in the future after helping us.
[The Dinobots transform into their bot modes and holding out their weapons.]
TFA!Grimlock: *Holding his sword out* INTRUDERS! Dinobot, destroy!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Prowl, Bulkhead, what did you teach the Dinobots that I’m not aware of?
TFA!Prowl: Let me talk to them. I’ve helped them before. They know me.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Alright, you know them well than me, so be careful.
[Prowl nods and walks up to the trio with cautious steps.]
TFA!Prowl: Grimlock, there is no need to fear us. We helped you defeat Meltdown, remember?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Looks over at Bulkhead* Meltdown?
TFA!Prowl: *Points at them* Truck robot, good. Our friend.
TFA!Grimlock: *Looks at “Prime” with skepticism* Hmm friend? *Looks over at his other Dinobot friends*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Grimlock, evil bots are about to invade this planet and destroy everything in their path. We need to join forces to stop the invasion by fighting together.
TFA!Grimlock: Dinobot’s not any robot to fight. Dinobots destroy robots!
[The Dinobots transform back to their Dino-modes.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: You do realize Dinobots are robots. *Receives a comm with Ratchet and answers* Ratchet?
TFA!Ratchet: “Prime, it’s Ratchet! The Key’s been stolen!”
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: WHAT?! How?
TFA!Ratchet: “Couple of Decepticon scum ambushed me on the way to the ship. I tried to fight them off but-”
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Did you at least used the firearm I gave you for this exact reason?
TFA!Ratchet: “I did. I need better aiming.”
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Okay, just get to the ship and protect the Allspark. We’ll meet you there. *Gets off the comm-link* Bad news, the Decepticons got the Key. We need to roll out.
TFA!Prowl: But, what about the Dinobots?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: We’re on our own.
[Scene cuts to the Dinobots fighting each other. [Y/N], Bulkhead and Prowl follow back to where they came from.]
TFA!Bulkhead: So, Boss-bot, what do we do now?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: We’ll think of something. *Places their servo over where their Spark is* I’ll think of something.
[Then cuts to the Sumdac tower as Bumblebee arrived at the scene. He saw smoke coming from first level and spotting one of the most deadly Decepticons they encountered since the beginning.]
TFA!Bumblebee: *Comms everyone* Autobot alert, Autobot alert! Anybody out there?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Picks up the comm* “Bumblebee, it’s Prime. What’s your status?”
TFA!Bumblebee: Trouble at Sumdac tower. It begins with a Star- and ends with a -scream
[Now, the scene changes to the three in their alt. modes driving quickly.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: That’s just great. Bumblebee, do not engage and wait for backup.
TFA!Bumblebee: “But, Sari could be in danger.”
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Mentally scolding themselves* Fuck, I forgot. She’s not in the tower.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Where she is, then?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Starts with Black- and ends with -arachnia.
OG!TFA!O.P.: WHAT?!!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Don’t panic too much. She’s a cunning kid, I know. Believe me when I know how your universe plays out.
[“Prime”, Bulkhead and Prowl arrived at the tower and sees Bumblebee on the edge while spotting Starscream about to shoot him.]
TFA!Prowl: *Wary in his tone* Is that Starscream, with Bumblebee?
TFA!Bulkhead: Guess he didn’t listen to you.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: We need to save him.
[Just then, the tower start glowing red and something crashes up through the top level. Hovering above is none other than the Decepticon warlord, Megatron.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Glares up at him* So, that’s Megatron.
OG!TFA!O.P.: You’re not scared?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Optimus, I may not show my fear but I’m scared shitless nonetheless. No matter how times I have to confront bad guys.
[The lord himself start descending from the tower.]
TFA!Bulkhead: Is that who I think it is?
TFA!Prowl: How is that possible?
[Megatron lands in front of everyone and he glared at the three.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Readies their axe* Megatron…
TFA!Megatron: I don’t have time for civil talks. If you have anything to say, make your time count.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Straightens their backstrut* Last time we faced each other, you blew up from our ship. I know mechs like you don’t go down easily.
TFA!Megatron: Seems your intuition is correct, Autobot.
TFA!Prowl: *Looks at them* You knew he was alive?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I had a hunch and couldn’t prove my suspicion. Everything I learned and unlearn the wrongs of the academy, Megatron doesn’t back down without a fight. *Puts on their mask*
[Bulkhead swings his wrecking ball at Megatron, but the Decepticon leader deflects and severs off the weapon.]
TFA!Bulkhead: *About to pounce at Megatron*
TFA!Megatron: *Blocks and swings at Bulkhead*
[Bulkhead flies off to the side and about to crash in a nearby office building but Prime secretly uses their Vector’s shard to create a portal for him. He lands safely back on the snowy ground.]
TFA!Bulkhead: *Confused* I’m…okay?
TFA!Prowl: *Joins in and leaps up* *Throws his shurikens at Megatron*
TFA!Megatron: *Deflects the shurikens with his sword and charges at him*
[Prowl dodges Megatron’s blade, but damages the column of a highway bridge. There, two children were underneath it, about to be crushed.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Acts quickly by transforming their wheels into roller skates*
[With their axe activated as a booster, they sped through on their wheels. Before the debris could harm the kids, they quickly picked them up and away from the mess. They left them back on the ground, shaking.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: It’s not gonna get any safer around here. Go!
[The kids ran off back to safety, screaming in fear. Scene cuts to Prowl trapped under Megatron’s pede, attempting to wiggle out an escape.]
TFA!Megatron: Don’t think I forgotten how you sliced off this arm. *Points down his sword at Prowl* I’ve been waiting 50 stellar-cycles to pay you back.
[As Megatron was about to plunge his blade down at the ninja-bot, an axe was thrown at the lord’s servos. The sword flew out of his grasp and the thrown weapon was drew back to the user with some grappling cables. The very sword stood on the ground in front of them, reflecting their image by its glaring surface.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Seems you have to wait a little longer.
TFA!Megatron: *Glares at them*
[They extend their axe as the temporary Prime masks up. Activating their rocket-powered axe, they swung with all their might against Megatron. Except in an unforeseeable moment, the warlord was able to block their attack and kicks them off.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Crashes into the ground and sword from earlier*
[Before Megatron can retrieve his blade, cables wrapped around his pedes and he falls over. Yet, it was not durable enough as it snaps off his form with the remaining one held by him. He whips them off and Prime flew cross, crashing into a random building.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Pushes off the debris trapping them* Fuck! That bastard! *Leaps out of the building and lands on the ground*
OG!TFA!O.P.: Any plans for this fight?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I’m thinking… *Sprints at Megatron*
TFA!Megatron: *Kicks them in the chassis and sends them flying*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Crashes into a car* *Unmasks and spit out Pink Energon* Damn… *Mask up and gets back up* I’ll never give up the location to the Allspark, Megatron.
TFA!Megatron: I don’t need you for that, Autobot. *Reveals Sari’s Key wrapped around his digit*
[It beams and projects its energy signal to the Allspark’s location.]
TFA!Megatron: The child’s Key will lead me straight to it.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]/OG!TFA!O.P.: NO!/NO!
[They sprints at Megatron to stop him but was punched in the faceplate with the active Key. Powerful to fall and crash into the ground, lying by their fallen teammates.]
TFA!Megatron: To me, my loyal Decepticons!
[As the remaining Decepticons flew over to Megatron, [Y/N] kept still pretending to still be unconscious.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I have an idea on escaping from them.
OG!TFA!O.P.: It’s Vector’s shard.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Yeah, teleporting away from these nutcases.
[On cue, while Megatron eliminates Starscream after his little declaration of having to suffer for 50 stellar-cycles, the Prime activates their shard and creates subtle portals underneath Bulkhead, Prowl and themselves. They all hurriedly sunk below leading into the Sumdac tower.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Sits up and looks around then at Bulkhead and Prowl* Everyone still conscious?
Isaac Sumdac: *Enters into the lobby area* Oh, this is all my fault.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Professor, you had nothing to do with this.
Isaac: But, I did. I rebuilt Megatron.
[The Professor starts explaining how 50 years ago, he found Megatron’s head that crashed by his farm home and reverse engineered his robotic technology to create his own automatons.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Let me get this straight: You created your entire robotic empire based on our worst enemy?
TFA!Bulkhead: You had Megatron all this time, and you never told us?!
Isaac: He tricked me! He told me he was your friend, that he couldn’t face you in his damaged state, but I should keep his existence a secret.
TFA!Prowl: And you trusted him?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: None of that matters now. We need to protect the Allspark from Megatron and his ‘Cons.
TFA!Bulkhead: How… *His kibble shifting from behind* …I’m so banged up I couldn’t even transform into a trash heap.
TFA!Prowl: And without Sari’s Key to repair us, we don’t stand a chance one Decepticon, let alone three.
Isaac: *Thought for a moment* …Sari’s Key, there may be some residual energy in my lab equipment.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Alright, it’s worth a shot. Let’s get Bumblebee down from the roof. I’m sure he could use a jump start, too.
OG!TFA!O.P.: I just hope Ratchet could hold off the Decepticons until we get there.
[Following up, everyone leads up to the lab (damaged and blasted open by Megatron’s revival) and Professor Sumdac starts the repairs right away. Bumblebee was also let back inside from Tempe rooftop.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Secretly lend some of their energy into the equipment*
OG!TFA!O.P.: What are you doing?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Lending some of my Prime powers. They may be fighters, but not built to withstand tense situations. Hopefully it’s not too powerful for them to combust during mid battle.
OG!TFA!O.P.: It better not. We need more to stop the Decepticons from getting their hands on the Allspark.
[It was their turn to be repaired and upgraded with the residual energy in the equipment.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Hooked up with wires and cable to be fixed*
Isaac: That’s the last of it.
[They get unhooked from the equipment.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Flexes their servo* That should do it. At least we’re back on our stabilizing servos.
TFA!Prowl: We weren’t exactly Autobot Academy material to begin with.
TFA!Bulkhead: Guess we really are just repair bots seen as liabilities.
TFA!Bumblebee: Whatcha expect from a bunch of undisciplined, insubordinate, malfunctions anyway?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Vents calmly* Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Prowl…I’m sorry. For everything that happened back in the base. I was more concerned about everyone’s safety that I went out of line and didn’t consider how everyone in the team would feel about the plan from earlier. Sari is never a liability and never was, she was an asset to the team. To us. If it’s alright, maybe teach this academy bot how to repair a few friendships? *Holding their servo out*
[One by one, each teammate cup their servo over Prime’s as they’re on better terms now and silently accepted the apology. Then suddenly, Ratchet comms them.]
TFA!Ratchet: “Prime, Ratchet. Three Decepticons on our tail.”
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Comms back* Ratchet, do not engage. Repeat, do not engage. We need to lead the Decepticons off the planet first and keep Earth out of the crossfire.
TFA!Ratchet: “Copy that, Prime. Over and out.” *Gets off the comm-link*
Isaac: Let me come with you.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Professor, it’s too dangerous.
Isaac: But I insist. I am the one responsible for unleashing Megatron in the first place. There must be something I can do.
[Prowl and Bulkhead are suspicious about the Professor now since learning of Megatron’s resurrection, but also worried how he would help them.]
TFA!Bulkhead: How’s he gonna fight Megatron?
TFA!Bumblebee: And what about Sari?
[Gush of wind blasted in their faceplates.]
Sari: What about me? *Standing in front of everyone*
[Their ship has entered the scene hovering in front of the open area of the lab.]
Sari: If you think I’m letting you hear-heads out of my sight, you’re nuts. And I don’t mean the kind that come with bolts.
[Rumble shook beneath their pedes as the Decepticons came back and shoot energy beams and missiles at the tower.]
TFA!Ratchet: No time to argue! Decepticons in targeting range!
[Both Sari and her father were hurriedly picked up and everyone hops on the ship. They flew off and up to the skies attempting to lead the Decepticons away from Earth’s atmosphere. Atlas, the three ‘Cons follow them behind and shot more ammunition at them.]
TFA!Ratchet: Everybody, hold on tight. *Activates extra boost power to the thrusters*
[Everyone flew back from the impact.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Catches Sari and Isaac before slamming against a wall* AH!
Sari & Isaac: Oof!
Isaac: Oh dear, this is all my fault.
Sari: What? It’s not like you built Megatron in your lab or anything…YOU BUILT MEGATRON IN YOUR LAB?!
TFA!Ratchet: On the bright side, now I don’t feel so bad about losing your Key.
[More missiles hit the ship and it starts falling down.]
Repulsion System: Failure
Navigation System: Failure
Stabilizer System: Failure
TFA!Bumblebee: Does that thing ever report any good news? *Falls back*
TFA!Ratchet: Prime, I think we may have to revise that “Lead Them Off Planet” strategy.
[They continue falling and only stabilized to crash into a mountain. The ship is now stuck on a mountain side.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Blinks open their optics* Oh, damn…Is everyone in one piece?
[After reassurances from everyone, a blast rocked their ship.]
TFA!Bulkhead: Not for long.
[The three Decepticons (in their alt. modes) followed them and still blasting at the ship to get the Allspark.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Looks at Sari and her father* Stay with the ship. We’ll hold off the Decepticons as long as we can.
Sari: *Looks at her dad* And then what?
[Already, Team Prime is outside ready to fight with mych if their abilities.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: If we go down, we go down fighting, together. And I can’t think of a better band of Autobots I’ve be proud of fighting along side.
TFA!Bumblebee: Not even the Cybertron Elite Guard? ‘Cause I sure wouldn’t mind having them here now.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Autobots, we must protect the Allspark at all cost! *Masks up*
[The battle begins. Each of the teammates chose who they can handle: Bulkhead tackles Lugnut down from the sky while Ratchet, Bumblebee and Prowl strategize to overtake Blitzwing. This leads to Prime fighting Megatron on their own.]
TFA!Megatron: *Shoots at them in his alt. mode*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Somersaults and dodges the blasts* *Body flops onto the snowy ground*
TFA!Megatron: And now nothing can stop me from reaching the Allspark… *As he about to fly off*
[Shot out is the grappling claw and wraps around Megatron’s tail boom.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Not on my watch! *Follows him to the ship*
[As Megatron heads toward the ship, they pull out their axe (as it activates) and throws it straight into one of Megatron’s vents. Gasping in pain while the two fall from the sky and the warlord managed to save himself but Prime crashes down.]
TFA!Megatron: You are merely a distraction, Autobot. As are your pathetic Autobot friends. *Begins transforming back in his root mode*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Already up and charges at Megatron*
[Sari was in the room with the Allspark and hears commotion from outside. Then, crashing in the side is Megatron and Prime fighting.]
TFA!Megatron: Our struggle ends where it began, Autobot-
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Punches hard in his midsection area*
TFA!Megatron: *Felt that punch and…ow* …Ah.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Do you ever shut up when fighting?
TFA!Megatron: *Kicks them off*
[Prime shoots at their grappling claws at Megatron but he catches the ropes and wraps them around the little Prime, too tight to escape.]
TFA!Megatron: This time, the Allspark is mine.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Scrunches up their faceplate* God damn…When was the last time you freshened up? Your intake stinks of old fuel.
TFA!Megatron: *Little annoyed* Are you mocking me, Autobot?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Just humbling you, asshole.
TFA!Megatron: *Less phased* How crude…
[Then, Prime disappears from Megatron’s hold. Liege Maximo’s shard was activated and used as a tool for distraction. They waited up on the ceiling until ambushing Megatron down and kicks him in the faceplate.]
TFA!Megatron: *Stumbles back* You…How?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I’m not spilling anything. And… *Reveals Sari’s Key in their hold* You’re too focused on trying to get the Allspark that you should’ve killed me-!
[Megatron rams into them, loosing the Key but Sari manages to catch it back in her hands.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Grabbing at Megatron’s neck cables*
TFA!Megatron: *Confused by the action* What are you doing?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Trying to strangle you to your deactivation.
TFA!Megatron: *Very annoyed* This is very ridiculous of you, Autobot. *Smacks them to the side*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Crashes into a wall*
Sari: *Blocks in Megatron’s way*
TFA!Megatron: *Grabs the Key from her grasp and pushes her to the side*
Sari: *Falls over* Ow!
TFA!Megatron: *Uses the Key to open the case to the Allspark* I’ve waited 4 million stellar-cycles for this... *Picks up the Allspark* With the power of the Allspark, I will reclaim Cybertron for all Decepticon kind.
[Megatron opens up his Spark chamber, revealing his Spark.]
TFA!Megatron: But, not before I lay waste to the miserable world that held me captive for so long… *Inserts the Allspark in his chamber*
[His chamber starts glowing bright, successfully emerging the artifact in his system. Before Megatron could leave, he fell down. Surges of electrical pulses paralyzed him as Sari’s Key drop from his frame.]
Isaac: I’ve spend 50 years reverse engineering your robotic technology. I know how to disrupt your equilibrium sensors. Your Achille’s heel, if you will.
TFA!Megatron: *Glares down at the professor* Your work is clever, human, but far too superficial. Armor plating and servo-mechanics, you know nothing of a Spark of the core of all Cybertronians. *Gets back up*
[Before Megatron could crush Professor Sumdac by his “Achille’s Heel”, Prime leaps at him. Away from the professor. The Allspark becomes triggered and blasts them off.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Blasts back against the wall* AAAHHHH!!!
TFA!Megatron: You appointed yourself as protector of the Allspark, yet you have no content of its true power.
Sari: Optimus! *Throws her Key at them*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Grabs it* You want power? *Punches into his Spark and jams the Key into the Allspark* Have it, jerk!
TFA!Megatron: *Screams in pain*
[The Allspark shatters into pieces. Megatron is engulfed with immerse energy and the Prime kicks off from the wall. Sari smashes a button to open up the hangar outside.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Tell Unicron I said “Hello”. *Kicks him out of the ship*
[After Megatron was kicked out of the ship, he turned into a ball of energy and creating a blinding beacon in the mountain area then explodes. Everything starts settling down and both Sari and Prime sat on the edge of the open hangar.]
Sari: Did you…destroy the Allspark?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Energy cannot be destroyed or be created. It seems the relic was dissipated. Meaning, your Key is the most powerful Cybertronian artifact in existence. *Lowers the Key down back to Sari* It’s best to be kept safe away from mere Cybertronians.
Sari: *Stares at it with certainty*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: There must be a good reason the Allspark chose you, Sari…Oh, by the way, don’t repeat the curse word I yelled at Megatron.
Sari: Got it, I promise.
[A minute later, Sari began repairing everyone with her Key as the sun sets.]
Sari: *Finishes fixing up Ratchet* There, good as new.
TFA!Ratchet: *Helps placing Sari back on the ground* No sign of the Decepticons. But, I doubt we seen the last of them.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: You all fought like true warriors, true Autobots today. I’m proud of you all, each and every one of you. I don’t have other words to describe your bravery.
TFA!Bumblebee: Go on, tell us! We can take it.
Sari: Umm…Has anybody seen my dad?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Optics widened in fear* Oh no…
[The Autobots started a quick search around the city, in hope they would find Professor Sumdac.]
[Optimus/[Y/N]’s Habsuite]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: We have make some space for Sari. Her dad disappeared and…Ugh! I should’ve prevented this from happening.
OG!TFA!O.P.: [Y/N], it wasn’t your fault. You had to stop Megatron from accessing full power of the Allspark.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: And look what happened. Now, we need to be guardians for an 8 year old. In the meantime, we also have to track down where Professor Sumdac is. He could be held hostage by now.
OG!TFA!O.P.: …You knew what you’re talking about. Because I remember exactly that you know this universe and how everything works. Is Professor Sumdac taken somewhere as a hostage?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Yes, I can’t lie about that. Except, I’m responsible for holding this information since nobody else knows except us. They’ll accuse me of being a Decepticon spy.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Then you better take responsibility if this leaks out. I can’t take the fall.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I know. What’s important now is helping Sari for the time being.
[Bonus Content]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Okay, here is the material of caring for a human child. They need food, water, stimulation and education while needing emotional support.
TFA!Ratchet: Where did you get all of this information on raising “organic protoforms”?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Uhhh…Parenting blogs…I just looked into it to help Sari get settled down until we can find her father.
TFA!Bumblebee: And I thought you already know how to care for organics. Kids are easy to care for.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Me? Yes. You four? Better study and use the knowledge for her sakes.
TFA!Prowl: Seems you act like one’s guardian for little beings.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Well, that happens when you’re my team and I’m responsible for all of you.
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[SYNOPSIS]: The Thirteen Primes and Primus himself appointed [Y/N] to fill in the roles of the Optimus Prime variants to break cycles of their lives, fixing overlooked errors.
[PLATONIC]
[WARNING]: Depressing topics such as adulthood and childhood nostalgia. Also little human cursing.
[NOTE]: This adventure for the [Reader] is based on the ending of S1;E3 and transitioning to E4.
[Prologue] [MASTERLIST]
“Prime should’ve been online by now.”
“Come on, doc-bot. Boss-bot faced against Starscream while protecting the Allspark.”
“Yeah, he must’ve really tired himself out.”
“Let’s leave him be. In a separate room with no disturbances.”
“Optimus…please, wake up.”
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[A Few Days Later…]
???: “Ugh…Who knew transferring in a different body has you fatigued…” *Gets off the berth and carefully walks around*
[Following up with [Y/N] adjusting to their new life, they find a reflective object and seeing themselves the first time since the accident.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Oh. My. Primus. *Gasps* I sound like him. I have to be dreaming.
“You’re not.”
[Whipping around behind them is the original TFA Optimus Prime, just as a spirit standing by.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Oh wow. You…You were my childhood, Optimus. I can’t believe I’m meeting one of my favorites. In person.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Right, I’m not understanding what is happening and how you got in my frame.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Here’s the thing: I was appointed by the Thirteen Primes and Primus to “fix” this universe as you.
OG!TFA!O.P.: …
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Okay, I know it sounds like nonsense since here, the 13 aren’t a thing. Or the actual existence of Primus and Unicron.
OG!TFA!O.P.: ???
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: …I see why Alpha Trion appointed me in this universe. Like, an easy level of a video game.
OG!TFA!O.P.: That doesn’t answer my question.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Sorry, what I was trying to explain is I was human before but got in a terrible accident. I came to the Allspark, the Primes appointed me to be you to fix up what errors were overlooked.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Okay, that makes better sense. Why did you come here?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: They told me there are some cycles I need to break. I assumed maybe because there are times you had issues with yourself and Cybertron’s corrupted system.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Issues? Look, I don’t have any-
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: “Being a hero is not in your programming.” “A “disgraceful” Prime”.
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Startled by the comments* How do you know that?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Prime, I know things about you and this place. Especially with what you experienced before being assigned as a “repair bot”. Please, I can help you and your team with whatever being throws at us.
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Vents* Fine. You can help us, even if you need to be me.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Thanks for understanding, Optimus.
OG!TFA!O.P.: There’s one problem: you’re not good acting as me.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Fortunately, I overheard the conversation from your team days ago that you “died” and “revived” by Sari’s Key. They’ll assume your “personality” shifted after the revival.
[Knocking was heard from the closed door.]
“Prime, are ya up?”
OG!TFA!O.P.: It’s Ratchet.
TFA!O.P.![Reader]: Oh, crap. I gotta stay poised and not go “fanatic” when meeting everyone.
[Just then, the door slides up open.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Ratchet-
TFA!Ratchet: Finally, you’re back online. You had us worried, kid.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Sorry for worrying everyone. It took some time getting back.
TFA!Ratchet: Since you were out of it, I still need to run diagnostics.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Come again?
OG!TFA!O.P.: Uh oh.
[The psedo-Prime tries to assure the field-tech that they’re fine, but the grumpy mech literally drags them to his temporary makeshift medbay.]
[Half Hour Later]
TFA!Ratchet: *Viewing the results* Huh, that’s strange. Seems your Spark has a few abnormalities. It’s possible that they’re side effects of the Key.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Laying on a med-berth* Maybe. Hopefully they won’t affect the team.
TFA!Ratchet: Everything else is still fine. Don’t be reckless next time.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Alright. Thanks, Ratchet.
[After the check-up, [Y/N] excused themselves to “patrol” around the city.]
OG!TFA!O.P.: Do you even know how to transform?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I just got into this life. Alpha Trion told me spirits like you would help guide my way.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Still weird hearing my own voice talking about important figures like that.
[After a crash course of learning how to transform, [Y/N] drives through the streets of Detroit, Michigan.]
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Able to transform while as a spirit* *Driving along side with [Y/N]* You mentioned earlier that I was your childhood?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Yeah, I looked up to you when I was a kid. Even wished Cybertronians were real back in my old life since it must be cool to meet some…
OG!TFA!O.P.: You sounded pretty sad.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Because, from the perspective as an adult, I can relate to you. Life gave you and the team difficult obstacles to overcome for something greater. Like, I tried to do the same…Yet, not everything goes according to plan.
OG!TFA!O.P.: I’m…sorry you were going through tough times…
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: It’s fine. The 13 probably felt bad my time was shortened and gave me another chance.
[Night time falls upon the city, lights on illuminating the streets. While driving around, a scanner inside of [Y/N]’s alt. mode cracked in open air, an emergency came up.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: My guess is the Angry Archer robbed a guarded bank transport and we have to stop the human thief.
OG!TFA!O.P.: That can’t be accurate.
[The Next Morning]
[TFA!O.P.![Y/N] was on the news for stopping the Angry Archer from escaping.]
OG!TFA!O.P.: …You’re disturbingly accurate.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Shrugs* He settled for fame, at least.
[The morning was less eventful, leaving time for the temporary Prime to research more about the universe they’re in. Benefitting the Original Optimus to learn through them about humans and their cultures, customs, any topics that may be useful for the future.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: In many cultures, there are hobbies people can partake to clear their minds. Especially those who needed breaks from demanding jobs.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Why do I sense that applies to me?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Because you do lack hobbies, Prime. For example: Bulkhead will start taking interest in human art. As in, Picasso, Van Gogh or Hokusai.
OG!TFA!O.P.: I see…I never got to ask for your name.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Oh. It’s [Y/N] [L/N]. Or who I used to be.
[Someone knocks at their door.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Who is it?
“Yo! Boss-bot! It’s me.”
[The door opens to reveal Bumblebee.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: What’s…
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Behind Bumblebee and mouthing at them, “I never greet anyone with “what’s up”.”*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Refrains their greeting* What is it, Bumblebee?
TFA!Bumblebee: Sari just arrived and about to show this “slumber party” stuff. You wanna join us?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Sure, I’ll join. This is a good opportunity to learn about Earthly customs.
[After Sari Sumdac explained what a “slumber party” is, she first presented the Autobots a human game, an advanced version of “Twister”.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: …This is literally Twister.
Sari: Okay, left hand on purple.
[Bulkhead and Bumblebee struggle to place their servos on the assigned squares.]
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Borrowed his frame a bit*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Now a spirit* Optimus!
OG!TFA!O.P.: So, this is some kind of training exercise to boost dexterity?
Sari: It’s a game, for fun. Right foot on green!
[After time passed, everyone gathered around in one spot to exchange scary stories.]
Sari: “…And, the old man suddenly vanished with a cackle of evil laughter…”
TFA!Ratchet: And the point of this story is…?
Sari: You’re always supposed to tell scary stories at a slumber party.
TFA!Bumblebee: Well…Heh, I’m not feeling scared.
[The original scene continues on with Sari fooling around with her Key. Much laughter ensues with Bumblebee freaking out and Sari laughing at his reaction.]
Sari: *Releases Bumblebee with her Key*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Sari, how are you doing that? Controlling the assembling arm, I mean.
Sari: It’s my Key. It doesn’t just fix Autobots. I can do all kinds of other stuff with it, too.
[The lights flickered off on their own, freaking Bumblebee, again.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Inner monologue* “Son of a bitch…”
[Sensor beams appear and more assembling arms start moving on their own.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Son of a jerk! *Pulls out their axe*
[Note: Can’t actually curse because a child (Sari) is present.]
TFA!Ratchet: What the- Kid? You had your axe the whole time?!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Oh, I forgot to put it away. *Chops some arms off* *Picks Sari up and dodges the bolts shot at them*
Sari: *Inspects her Key* Okay, this is definitely not me.
[Temporary Prime hides Sari inside one of the spare rooms for safety while the chaos erupted loudly, luring Prowl into the mess.]
TFA!Prowl: This party is getting out of- *Got shot at*
TFA!Ratchet: *Activates a force field against the firing bolts*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Hurriedly returns outside and throws their axe at the bolt gun* *Beheading the gun and catches their thrown axe returned to them*
TFA!Ratchet: Good thinking, Prime-
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Propane cans! *Pulls the field-tech back for safety*
[The fight against the assembly line continued on with Prowl giving vital information, Bumblebee being stubborn while the Cyber-ninja gets caught. Leading to the young ‘Bot to listen to his lessons on stillness and finally, he got to the control panels and breaks them, yanking out wires to put a stop to the machines…And also blast off a leaking fuel tank from exploding the whole power plant.]
Sari: So, if my Key didn’t do this, then what did?
[One of Sumdac’s defected little robots crawled into the girl’s peripheral vision, which [Y/N] spotted and quickly snatched it up.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: This might be the culprit that started everything.
TFA!Prowl: A robotic design merging organic and mechanical…Fascinating.
[The robot was about to escape, but “Prime” cups it in their servos. They told the team they would find something quickly to contain the robot. When they left the area and out of earshot from the others…]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Glares at the robot* Listen here, you little scraplet knock-off.
OG!TFA!O.P.: [Y/N]!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I know who you are and if you try anything against my team or Detroit, you better wish you stay in the lab. With or without a body.
[The little terror escapes from their grasps and scurries off, leading back to the ruined area.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Oh scrap! Autobots, catch the culprit. We need to examine it.
TFA!Bulkhead: *Slams his servo down on the robot* Got it!
[Bulkhead lifts his servo to only reveal the robot was crushed and turned to unrecognizable pieces.]
TFA!Bulkhead: Oh, right. Examine it.
OG!TFA!O.P.: There goes our lead. *Turns to stare at [Y/N]* What was that about?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Prime, like I mentioned I know things about this universe. Especially the suspect who hacked into that mini robot.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Do I need to know?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Nods “No”* Not tonight. Maybe in the morning.
[With tonight’s chaos settled, everyone headed back to their habsuites.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: If we’re gonna work together, we need to compromise. I’ll help you fix what issues you have and in return, I’ll allow you back in your frame at times.
OG!TFA!O.P.: And correct some Cybertronian facts for you.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Of course. Deal?
OG!TFA!O.P.: …Deal.
[The two shook servos.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I do need to warn you. When confronting problems, I tend to be a little chaotic.
OG!TFA!O.P.: And I already have a bad feeling about it.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Too late, you’re stuck with me until your universe is handled properly.
[Bonus Content!]
[Before “Isekai”-ing to another universe.]
“Alpha Trion, before sending me to any universe: under no circumstances, make sure it isn’t G1 or Bayverse. I cannot handle those kinds of craziness.”
Alpha Trion: Nonsense, we would never send anyone to those types. *Looks over at his brothers and sisters*
[Half of the Primes had to shelf the ideas after hearing the conditions.]
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[SYNOPSIS]: While continuing to torment Sentinel for being a xenophobic mess, the young Prime also needs to worry about the young Sumdac.
[PLATONIC]
[WARNING]: Human cursing, more Sentinel slander, Sari questioning her existence while dealing with homelessess (technically) and canon divergent violence on Headmaster.
[(A/N)]: I'm thinking the Animated part of the series would range around 20 - 25 parts. Depending on my schedule.
[MASTERLIST]
[Ever since Sari was kicked out of her only home, she moved in with the Autobots. [Y/N] knows the situation and really wished they could be by her side for reassurance, but has to handle diplomatic matters involving the Elite Guard. Standing next to Sentinel on the stage, he rambles on about how Ultra Magnus is unavailable and also offending the audience at the photo op about how "underdeveloped" Earth was.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Sentinel, what happened to the flashcards I gave you to practice?
TFA!Sentinel: Oh, I...thought I can handle this without your poor attempts of establishing diplomacy.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Covers the microphone* You're offending everyone who came here today and embrassing yourself. Even the mayor, governer and Captain Fanzone felt awkward about this.
[One of the report-bots tries to draw attention of the two Primes.]
Report-bot: Prime! Prime!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N] & TFA!Sentinel: *Looks at the reporter* Yes?
Report-bot: Optimus Prime, is it true all Cybertronians have no regard for human life and view Earth as little more than a battle ground for the never-ending robot wars?
TFA!Sentinel: *Offended* Why you little...
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Blocks Sentinel off and glares at him* You've done enough, Sentinel. *Looks back at the report-bot* I apologize for that. First of all, we're honored to be welcomed guests on your planet. We are truly sorry for the recent attacks of the Decepticons and we understand that under the threat of Megatron is still looming out there. However, we are doing everything we can to protect your city from any future attacks.
TFA!Sentinel: *Fuming in the background* Glorified repair-bot...
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Since I'm technically not an official figure, Sentinel Prime should shake the mayor's hand.
TFA!Sentinel: *Optics widened in horror* What?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: It’s human custom as a sign of respect. A symbol for “trust” and “peace”.
TFA!Sentinel: *Stares down at the mayor* Touch an organic?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Unless you want to pass off such an important diplomatic responsibility. It won't look good on you.
TFA!Sentinel: *Glares at them then proceeds*
[Sentinel hesitantly, extending his servo to the mayor's hand while crouches down to reach the gesture. The two shake as flashes from the cameras surround the firgures and after, Sentinel withdraws his servo back and pulls out an antiseptic spray. Spraying a mist on his servo.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Frowning at him with furrowed brow ridges* "This motherfucker..."
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Nods in disappointment* Same old Sentinel.
[After the photo op, [Y/N] was connected with Bumblebee through the comm-link frequency and informed that Sari would be living with them for a while.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Got it. Make sure she's comfortable and I'll try to get back as soon as possible. *Ends the connection*
TFA!Sentinel: You care for that thing?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: That "thing" is a living being with a name. And mind your business.
TFA!Sentinel: *Backs up with his servos up in surrender* Sheesh, okay. Don't get all your wires in a bunch.
[Through Fanzone's radio, a Decepticon sighting was reported.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Let's roll out.
TFA!Sentinel: Hey wait! You don't get to command me!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I know the city, so either follow me or keeping embarrassing yourself.
TFA!Sentinel: *Scoffs* When did I ever embarrass myself?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: You confused a trash-bot for a sentient being before we came here. I can vouch my statement.
TFA!Sentinel: ...Let's just go.
[The two transform and drove to the location. Since the previous time when Sentinel almost went offline and earned a major scolding from [Y/N] (who may or may not scared him a little) during the trip to Dinobot Island, he now follows them on the road, thankfully creating less accidents. With the sirens on, they easily have to run through Red Lights to arrive on time. When they came to the location, both transformed back as the DPD and Captain Fanzone also arrived.]
TFA!Sentinel: *Taps over Fanzone's car*
Captain Fanzone: *Looks out through his driver window*
TFA!Sentinel: You uh...Humans would probably be in the way. Better to hang back and let a real Autobot handle this.
Captain Fanzone: *Looks at [Y/N]*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Has the "I can kill this guy" kind of expression*
[After rambling more, both [Y/N] and Sentinel walk ahead of the DPD and Fanzone.]
Captain Fanzone: *Leans out of his window glaring behind Sentinel* This is why I hate machines...Especially arrogant, full-of-themselves machines.
[Walked further ahead downtown, Senitnel shields down his mask.]
TFA!Sentinel: Let's split up and gets this nonsense over as quickly as possible.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I wouldn't suggest that. We should scramble our comm-link frequencies in case the Decepticons are listening in.
TFA!Sentinel: *Leans forward to them and rudely pokes at their chassis* What you should do is stick with the scope of your programming. *Leans closer their faceplate* If I need a trash can emptied or the floor mopped, I'll call on my buddy, "Optimus Prime". Or should I say, "Maintanence Prime". *Chuckles likes a stupid clown* *Turns away from them and starts walking*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Pissed* Oh yeah? You should be called "Cushy-ass" Prime.
TFA!Sentinel: *Stops his tracks and looks back at them* What did you call me?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: "Cushy-ass" Prime, or better yet, "Pompous Gasket Prime" is more suited for you.
TFA!Sentinel: *Angry* That's not how you treat your superiors!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: What you did before, that's not how you treat anyone. No matter the current status. I don't know what became of you to be such an asshole, but I'm glad we don't see each other much anymore. The 50 stellar-cycles of being missing were the most peace I got since...forever ago.
[Ouch, that would have stung Sentinel, but his ego was too big for that remark. The two split up and go their separate ways investigating for Decepticon sightings or leads.]
OG!TFA!O.P.: That...could've been worse.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: He called you "Maintanence Prime". I couldn't stand that.
OG!TFA!O.P.: It's not much to bother, it's same old Sentinel.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Still, he directed that insult to you. Not me. Optimus, what would happen if I'm gone and there are still many enemies of yours trying to find advantages against you? You need to stick up for yourself. You're more than a "repair-bot", remember?
OG!TFA!O.P.: I understand, but let's approach things my way. Okay?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Fine.
[After hours of searching through the wreckage, night fell into the sky already. [Y/N] (with their headlights) and Optimus scouted for leads in the ruined town, yet came up empty-handed.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: There's no way this area was destroyed by 'Cons.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Are you suggesting this was done by somebody else?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Well, I remember this event would happen. We should call back Sentinel for any updates.
[On cue, their comm-link was connected to the Elite Guard.]
TFA!Sentinel: "Uh, Optimus...Yeah, tell the organic, "Fanzone" that he can send his police force home. It's a false alarm."
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Vents* Let me guess: Something happened to you and you're too embarrassed for anyone to see your current state.
TFA!Sentinel: "Uh...maybe. Now, I need you to come to my position. Alone. Promise me one more thing."
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: What?
TFA!Sentinel: "That you won't laugh."
[Folowing the signal, [Y/N] walks over to the other part of the town. Shining their headlights around, looking for Sentinel.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Sentinel? Where are you?
TFA!Sentinel: Look down~
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Looks down and shines their headlights*
[Sentinel’s head is left on the ground with no sign of his frame present in the scene.]
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Laughs next to [Y/N]* *Wheezes* HA HA HAAAAAAA!!!!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Stares down at him while frowning but internally amused* You look like pathetic shit.
TFA!Sentinel: *Snaps his optics wide* Hey! I'm not pathetic!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Didn't deny the shit part.
TFA!Sentinel: I can't let anybot see me like this, especially Ultra Magnus. It would be the end of everything I worked for.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Oh, so it doesn't matter if I see you because I matter so little?
TFA!Sentinel: That's not exactly how I would put it...
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Save it. Let's just find your body and report whatever happened tonight. I don't expect anything in return like how you covered for me all those stellar-cycles ago.
TFA!Sentinel: *Adverted his optics away from them* Let's not drag the past into this. I know some bots take advantage of a situation like this. But, you...Optimus...You're a...
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Picks his helm up* You do realize we're not "buddies" anymore, right?
[Bumblebee connects through their frequency.]
TFA!Bumblebee: "Yo, boss-bot. Got a heads-up for ya. Powell just rehired that whackjob, Headmaster."
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Hm, I suspected he's back causing trouble.
TFA!Bumblebee: "Really? How?"
TFA!Sentinel: *Panicking and clearing his vental cords*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Smirks deviously* Call it a "hunch".
[Next scene cuts to [Y/N] in their alt. mode driving over to the Sumdac Tower, while Sentinel complained he can't see anything in the driver's seat. When they arrived and enter inside the lobby area, [Y/N] rests Sentinel in a near planter.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Stay put. I'll be back. *Walks over to Powell*
TFA!Sentinel: *Sarcastic* Fine, it's not like I'll walk away.
Powell: *Waiting for them* That's far enough, Optimus Prime. Gone are the days when you Autobots can simply waltz in and out of this tower. I'm in charge now.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I'm looking for Henry Masterson.
Powell: Hm, well, I can be completely honest with you when I say Mr. Masterson is not here.
OG!TFA!O.P.: Meaning he's out with Sentinel's body.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Right, I apologize for disturbing your time. Have a good night.
[They exit the tower with Sentinel in their arms. With Optimus' help, one of their finials extended up in the air as a radio anntena and picks up the call signal between Powell and Masterson.]
Powell: "...This is serious, Masterson. We have a very public image that must be manintained."
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Recording the whole conversation* Obvious liar Powell is. I'm extremely tempted to call in Fanzone and have him go in with a search warrent.
TFA!Sentinel: *Panicked* No!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Would you let me finish? Either that or the second option: Trace back the phone call and follow from there.
[Choosing the latter, they drive to the boarding docks.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Transforms back in bot mode* The signal is coming from that ship.
TFA!Sentinel: Then hurry up already. They're casting off.
[While approaching the ship, a crate starts rattling. Metal clanking and nails loosening.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Okay, you go first.
TFA!Sentinel: What are you talking abo-!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Chucks Sentinel to the ship*
TFA!Sentinel: *Lands into an empty trash can*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Time to try this out. *Activates their Spark shard of Micronus Prime*
[With Senitnel stuck in an empty trash can, he couldn't see [Y/N] shrink into size of a Mini-Con. The upgraded tutor-bot and Sparky start shooting at them, [Y/N] dodge the blasts in high speed.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Glad you picked someone your own size. *Charges at them and swiftly flips over*
[The Prime pulls out a device and points it to the former Sumdac robots to deactivate them.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Returns back to their original size* Excuse me, I have boat ride to catch. *Transforms and rolls out*
[In accelerated force, [Y/N] leaps off the pier. They transform mid-jump and shoots their grappling rope against the ship. They hoist themselves up and fall into the back.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Whispers* Sentinel, where are you now?
[Then, a trash can tilts over and rolls out his helm.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Ah, there you are. *Picks him up*
TFA!Sentinel: *Furious* Little warning next time!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Sorry, just want us to get to the ship quicker.
[Searching around the first level, there are no signs of Sentinel's body.]
TFA!Sentinel: *Still in their arm* I don't know what it is. You've seemed to have changed after 50 stellar-cycles, Optimus.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Stops at their tracks* What do you mean?
TFA!Sentinel: You're, well...not the type to actually act…sort of cold, sharp even? You even cursed a lot, but not entirely ones we used back on Cybertron.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Clenches their fist and relaxes* ...I reflected on everything that happened between us. After the Archa-7 incident, there's no returning to what we used to be.
TFA!Sentinel: *Looks up at them* You're still hung up with that?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Everyday, but that's not in my mind right now. My current objective is helping a little girl whose father went missing. Somebody has to look out for her.
[Then the following, [Y/N] rips open the floor with their axe and they both looked into the cargo hold.]
TFA!Sentinel: My body is not here. We're too late.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: It's not gone. This whole operation is a trap.
TFA!Sentinel: What do you mean it's a trap?
[Out in the background appeared a looming figure with optics glowing a menancing hue of violet. It leaps off and was about to kick the two into the hold. But...]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Moves quickly and watches the figure crash inside*
Headmaster: *In a self-made crater* What the-?! So not cool!
TFA!Sentinel: *Looks at them gobsmacked* How did you know?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Instincts. *Hops in and lands in front of Headmaster*
Headmaster: No fair! You did an awesome landing.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Henry Masterson, give the body back this instant.
Headmaster: *Smug* Or what? It's not like you want to beat up your fellow Cybertronian.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Smirks* Well, depends who I know. *Sets down Sentinel's helm*
TFA!Sentinel: *Scared* Optimus, what are you doing?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Getting your body back. Start praying for mercy by Primus because it's gonna hurt.
TFA!Sentinel: *Dumbfounded* Who's Primus?
[Before Sentinel ask more, [Y/N] charges at Headmaster. Headmaster puts up the shield, upgraded even but that didn't stop a Prime who has Megatonus' strength. Pushing the body in full force and slam against the wall. They start punching the mid-section and the lower section of the body. Even punching out the cameras from the head.]
Headmaster: *Surprised by the action* Hey!
TFA!Sentinel: *In pain* OW! I felt that!
Headmaster: *Struggling against them* That's so uncool! Time for some action. *Pulls out Sentinel's energy lance and starts swinging around*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Knocks the lance out of his grasp* Nice try, Masterson. *Pulls out their axe and hack off the arm*
TFA!Sentinel: You hacked my arm off!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: You'll get it fixed! *Glares at Headmaster*
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Grabs the head on both sides* I don't think so. *Yanks off the head*
TFA!Sentinel: *Watches in horror* Optimus...
Headmaster: *Scared for life* Ah...Ah...
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: You're going to prison and that's final.
[Later that night, back at the docks where Captain Fanzone and his police arrested Headmaster. Idling by the scene were [Y/N] and Sentinel.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Sentinel, what you saw tonight, don't tell Ultra Magnus.
TFA!Sentinel: Why not? I have to report what you did.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Because he won't believe you. Plus, you still want your ass covered about the whole "headless chicken" incident.
TFA!Sentinel: ...Fair point. I won't tell if you don't tell.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Deal.
[Unfortunatly at the same night, Headmaster and Powell were out of custody on no grounds. [Y/N] and Sentinel decided to report everything back in the moring, so they drove back to the base. Unexpectedly, Sari was still awake, seeming as she was waiting for them.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Sari, hey. You're still awake. Everything okay?
Sari: I...I'm still not doing okay. I miss my dad, my home. All gone in a short time.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Kneels down for her* Everything will be alright. Once your father is back, he'll clean up the messes Powell made. Come on, tomorrow will be a busy day.
Sari: Why is that?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I...Did some paperwork. Tomorrow is your appointment for your passport ID photo op, and also enrolling you in school. That should be a start.
Sari: You didn't have to...
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: There's more. *Reveals behind them is Sari's tutor-bot and Sparky*
Sari: *Gasps* Sparky! Dad's tutor-bot! How did you get them back from Powell?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I have my ways. I made sure to disable the tracking feature so Powell can't find them.
Sari: You did all of that for me?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Nods* You're the most valuable member of this team. We couldn't get this far without your help and guidence of Earth customs.
Sari: *SNIFFLES! and wipes her tears away* You really do care...
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Cracks a rare genuine smile* Now, you should be in bed. I'll help you tuck in.
[They carry Sari to her makeshift room and when she settle in bed, [Y/N] tucked her in. They bid the girl "goodnight" and pulls down the door. A vent left out from their intake and arrived in the kitchen area as they pull out a cold beer-flavored oil can from the fridge. Cracked it open.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: What a night.
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[That Morning after reporting to Ultra Magnus]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *After hearing what happened last night from Prowl* Bumblebee, Bulkhead…
Bumblebee & Bulkhead: Yes, Prime?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Children aren’t supposed to eat garbage. What happened to the learning materials I gave you?
Bumblebee: Well…We were a little confused on some parts.
Bulkhead: Most parts, actually.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Rubbing against their temples* Another time to re-educate. I’ll make something simple and quick for her.
Bumblebee: What do you need, boss-bot?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Rice, rotisserie chicken, chicken stock, carrot, ginger, garlic, green onions, and sesame oil. You got that?
Bumblebee & Bulkhead: *Confused as frag* Uhhh…
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Gives them a list* Ask one of the workers at the supermarket. They know me.
OG!TFA!O.P.: When did you start shopping for groceries?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Oh, I volunteered to deliver inventory for them whenever I get the chance. Builds strong communities. Many grandparents and older relatives appreciate my help.
OG!TFA!O.P.: I should really start volunteering, again.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Go ahead. I need a mental break every now and then.
[Hours Later]
Sari: *Eating her lunch* Wow, this is good! Where did you learn how to cook?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: The internet.
Sari: Huh, that makes sense. You're a fast learner.
[She still doesn't know Prime was a former human.]
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[SYNOPSIS]: [Y/N] helps Optimus find ways to “ease up” and overcome his self-esteem issues.
[PLATONIC]
[WARNING]: Self-confidence issues, Self-doubt (on O.P.’s end), hints of Cybertron’s Caste System, and cursing.
[Prologue] [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]
[Another day at the Autobots’ secret base, taken place in Optimus/[Y/N]’s habsuite.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Reviewing through old datapads from the Elite Guard academy* Wow, high scores. You literally outrank the others back then.
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Leaning against a wall and arms folded* *Shrugs* It’s nothing…
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Nothing?! Optimus, you could’ve been in a higher position back on Cybertron. Hell, you could’ve been Magnus by now.
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Cringes a bit* I…I don’t think I’m fit to be Magnus. After everything that happened back then, I’m considered a failure. I don’t know what I’m doing half of the time when I became a pseudo leader for this repair team…I always think back at the last video call with Ultra Magnus. Maybe he’s right. Being a hero is not in my programming and a “good-for-nothing” repair-bot.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Listened intently* Prime, I gotta be honest with you…That’s a load of bullshit.
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Taken aback by their statement* What?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: You did so much service ever since you and everyone crashed on this planet. You helped with Detroit’s law enforcement, stopped human villains from committing their crimes and even manhandled Starscream, the SIC of the Decepticons. I see you as one of greatest heroes in my book.
OG!TFA!O.P.: [Y/N], I get you’re a fan but I don’t see myself as a hero. I don’t even deserve the Prime title.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: NO! You’re Optimus Prime. A mech who can do greater things than those losers who shot you down. They lost a valuable member who should’ve been the government itself, working on diplomacy between factions without unnecessary wars. Prime, all I’m saying is that you’re the best. Hell, you kicked Megatron’s ass 50 years ago. That should prove you’re worthy, a hero. Screw the functionalism! Screw Magnus for doubting you!
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Extremely flustered from the intense complimenting* Okay, okay! That’s enough. You really see me that way?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Of course! You’re my hero. Somebody to look up to and who I know can cheer me up when I have bad days.
OG!TFA!O.P.: *More flustered* Do I influence you in a way?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: You did, and still do. Hey, how about we try out other hobbies like last time we discussed? How does karaoke sound?
[The two searched through the Earth’s worldwide web for some songs.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Holy crap! You have Linkin Park in this universe?!
OG!TFA!O.P.: Linkin Park?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: They’re one of greatest bands in history. They wrote and sung iconic hits. Come on, choose one to sing your Spark’s content.
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Finds one song* Maybe this one?
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Looks over the choice* *Grins in approval* Nice choice.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Holds up a wrench for a microphone* You ready?
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Vents* Sort of.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Read the lyrics, feel the rhythm.
[They click play on the computer setup. The familiar music comes off strong…]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]:
In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies…
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Gets nudges by them* Uhh…
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]:
Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands
Of uncertainty
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done!
OG!TFA!O.P.: *Feeling more confident*
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done
For what I've done
I start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I'm forgiving
What I've done!
TFA!O.P.![Y/N] & OG!TFA!O.P.: *Singing together*
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done
What I've done
Forgiving what I've done
[The song ends.]
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: Well? How was it?
OG!TFA!O.P.: It’s…not bad. Relieving, too.
TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: I knew doing karaoke would help relieve some stress. Don’t get your hopes up, and tomorrow is a new day.
[Unbeknownst to the pair, Bumblebee heard the singing and saw the whole session. Even recorded the entire song.]
TFA!Bumblebee: *Stops recording* I can’t believe I’m doing this, again.
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TFA!O.P.![Y/N]: *Wearing headphones they crafted*
[The team watched “Optimus” at a distance.]
Sari: *Visiting the team* Are you sure Optimus isn’t just discovering different tastes in music?
TFA!Bumblebee: I swear! This isn’t like boss-bot to be going full “karaoke” mode.
TFA!Prowl: Hmm…Perhaps you need to “keep trying”, Bumblebee. What Optimus is doing may still be learning about human customs.
TFA!Bulkhead: Yeah! I’m sure Prime is “expressing” his stress. Y’know, finding ways to vent out.
TFA!Ratchet: Kid, quit bein’ paranoid. If Prime isn’t doing anything bad, he’s just his usual self.
TFA!Bumblebee: *Groans in annoyance* I’ll find proof, and it will be legit next time.
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