#protection protocol

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Optimus Prime| Aria Prime

Autobot leader, last of the primes, and caretaker of Hornet

close ups and head shots

I had a little trouble designing her to her description in the story but thankfully bay-verse Optimus helped me out in the end, also some extra photos of her face cause she just pretty, keep in mind Optimus is more boxy then anything. and little Hornet is to scale to her I checked hight comparison for the right size.

and as always the silver base and old colors which I pulled from the IDW comic. and this beauty comes from @shelaar story Protection Protocol. and thank you everyone who interacts and enjoys my works. :)

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Protection Protocol WIP

[Megatron]

Walking Aria to the canteen, her deep blue optics focused more on him that on their surroundings, he felt a sense of pride for having caught her attention so thoroughly. When they left the storage depot he could feel Quartermain’s optics staring a hole in his armor but hadn’t turned to acknowledge the look. It was the Elder’s job to vet the potential bond. He would trust the old mech to judge whether or not Aria would be worthy.

Entering the canteen he was forced to stop when Aria froze in place. The optics of every warrior were trained on the femme with the Autobot insignia. Standing next to her he could see the faint trembling in her finials. At first he wondered if it was fear but discarded the thought quickly. Not only had she fought him to the ground but she was there with his express permission. There was no reason for her to fear. Seeing her clench her servo at her side he realized she was battling with her own defensive protocols.

“They would not dare attack you, I have ordered them to stand down. They would be fools to disobey my orders within my direct line of sight.” He reassured her. At the same time he looked over the femme’s helm at his Decepticons. Moving slowly where she could see him, he placed a servo against her back and glowered balefully at every mech in the canteen. It was a possessive response but also a protective one. It was an unspoken claim that he would fight at her side in her defense.

The defense of a potential mate.

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Some art works inspired by @shelaar Protection Protocol story. obviously names above each one in this line up, in order we have new colors, silver base, and old colors. So far just the littles for now perhaps in the future I’ll make the other babies and adults.

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Steadfast and Figment playing a game together

(AKA: Hound and Mirage)

This guys are inspired from @shelaar transformers AU.

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Skyfire/Jetfire| Skydancer

Autobot biologist, caretaker of five.

close ups

had some trouble with her face shape but she still came out cute. and of corse the silver base and old color variant I based it of the g1 color pallet due to IDW having many variations of his color pallet in the comics.

and thank you to those who voted on the color poll you help me a lot when coming up with a choice on the design. and of corse this is inspired by @shelaar Protection Protocol Story on AO3.

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Springer| Rebound

Autobot warrior, leader of the Wreckers.

close ups

her personal line up of weapons a cannon like rifle, a handheld blaster, and a knife that I head cannon that Kup gave her.

and as always the sliver base that she currently sports, and her old colors from before. Inspired from @shelaar Transformers story Protection Protocol.

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Protection Protocol 16 WIP

[Afterimage]

Walking with little Arcee and Cliffjumper, now named Ace and Hopper, the femme looked at her group nervously. Rivet had a scowl on her face that made her look all the more stern but with the little prankster twins happily chirping away at one another in her arms it kind of ruined the effect. Uplift was tossing the Wrecker twins in the air, one at a time, and catching them, her optics bright with amusement. Meanwhile Rebound was taking up the front, holding Outburst and Dusty protectively to her chest.

“We’re almost there. Afterimage, can you take them please?” Stopping the femme held out her two sparklings, her face an emotionless mask but optics sharp with focus. “Remember the plan.”

“Right.” The plan where if they were ambushed by the Decepticons she would take the sparklings and run away as fast as she could back to the Temple and warn Pacer or Jive. To be fair, warning one was really warning both of them. So it didn’t matter which femme she found first. Taking Outburst’s servo in hers she let Dusty hang off her neck, magnetized to her back for safety.

Rivet had found the function earlier when checking their frames for any possible issues. Afterimage hadn’t even known that function existed! But she had seen creators with their sparklings before at the raceway, and she’d always wondered how they never dropped the little bitlets. Magnets, apparently!

As they came over the top of the last ridge she could see the Nemesis in all its terrifying glory. Hesitating a moment she took a deep vent to calm herself before falling back to walk next to Rivet.

“Do you think it’s a trap?” She asked the femme quietly, knowing the medic had her reservations about bringing the sparklings to the Decepticon Warlord’s flagship.

The femme vented harshly, letting out a small growl. “No… or at least not the kind of trap you’re thinking of.” She said through clenched dentae. “They might try to capture us, but I don’t think they mean to-“ she glanced at the saprklings and clicked her glossa in irritation. “They won’t send us back to the Creator. But they might keep us as hostages.”

Afterimage did not like the sound of that.