But here’s some more KPDH Transformers AU characters. This time, the Decepticon; Blackout.
Like in the Bayverse, Blackout was one of the few Decepticons already on Earth before the Autobots arrived. But like Animated, he can generate EMPs with a single stomp. Along with sending out a shockwave at the same time to launch Autobots (and humans) backwards.
Blackout, outside of the Saja Boys (I might think of an alternate name for them tbh) is one of the Decepticons the Hunters face. As he stands at Grindor’s height from ROTF and is quite terrifying.
A/N: Sorry I know it's a long time to wait but yeah I'm probably going to update every three weeks for the foreseeable future. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy the new chapter! Xxxxxxx
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"Hey boss-bot!" Jazz said as he sauntered through the door to his- Blackout's office. "You wanted to see me?"
It was strange to see her sitting there again. In the dim morning light, he could have mistaken her for a ghost. If Jazz believed in that kind of stuff, he would have said that a part of him still wasn't convinced she wasn't.
Honestly everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours felt like it had been a figment of his imagination. Or maybe it was the other way around and everything before that had been a dream, and it was only in the past twenty-four hours that he had finally woken up. Especially since seeing Blackout sitting there, it was as if nothing had changed. Even though it felt as though in the time that she'd been gone, everything had.
Ignorant of his internal musings, Blackout beckoned him to the seat in front of her.
Jazz spun the chair around, straddling it.
This close, the scars carved into the dark grey of Blackout's armour, looked liked lightning bolts as it caught what little light there was.
"Yes," She said, her smile sharp. "I figured that we should get this over with."
Jazz shrugged.
It was standard Spec Ops protocol after someone had come back from capture to confirm who they were by asking questions about themselves that only they should know. It was a procedure Blackout had decided on herself. And without Ratchet awake to perform a deep scan, it was the only option they had.
"Alright, where were you born?" Jazz asked.
"Helix General Hospital." Blackout replied without hesitation.
"When did you join the Autobots?"
"The day Megatron executed Sentinel."
"And when did you meet your conjunx?"
"At the Crystal Gardens exactly four million years before the day she died. Now, you could continue asking me what the name of my first cyber-cat was or what my carrier was called or any other question that any half decent hacker could find buried in the old archives. Or" Blackout leant forward. Out of the light, her armour was now smeared in shadow. the glint in Blackout's eyes almost matched the gleam of her scars. "We could talk about you. Specifically about information that only I could ever know."
It was unorthodox but Blackout had never been a stickler for the rules. And it would confirm if she was who she said she was if it was information that only she would know.
"Like what?" Jazz asked.
Blackout stood up, the sharp claw of her servo, trailing along her desk like the point of a knife until she came to stand behind him.
"For starters, I could talk about your Creators. And how you and your brother ended up on the streets."
Jazz felt as though one of those claws had struck him through the spark. He hadn't expected her to for the kill so quickly.
"We don't have to talk about that."
"What about what you had to do to survive them?"
"We don't have to talk about that either."
The fact that she even knew enough to ask was proof in of itself. Blackout was the only bot left alive who knew.
Jazz was about to get up from his seat when suddenly she grabbed the back of his neck. On instinct, he reached up. Holding those hands in place, he rolled forward, throwing her over his shoulder. But Blackout had been the one to refine the moves he'd been forced to learn. She rolled with the throw, dragging him along as they both crashed into the desk.
Before Jazz could even process what had just happened, Blackout had him pinned against the floor.
"Well." Blackout continued as if the broken back of the chair wasn't blocking off the ventilation off his throat. "If you don't want to talk about that, then I suppose we could always talk about the experiments I endured under Shockwave. Torture you could have saved me from if you'd had the sense to check that cell."
For a moment, Jazz hadn't a clue what she was talking about. Then he remembered his rescue mission on board the Nemesis. And how he had ignored the only locked cell in the dungeon.
"I-I thought it was a trap." Jazz said, trying not to look her in the optics. Yet even with his visor on, the green glow of her eyes nearly blinded him.
"Oh I'm sure it was. Yet you didn't even think to check."
She flung the remains of the chair away. Jazz sprung up at the sudden release of pressure. Only to crash right into Blackout's waiting hands as she shoved him back to the ground. The back of Jazz's head crashed into the floor. Black spots spiralled in the sides of his visor.
Through the glitches Blackout no longer looked like a ghost. She looked like a spawn of Unicron that had been spat out of the pits. He couldn't even recognise her as Blackout. Just a monster.
"I expected better." The thing calling themselves Blackout tutted. " Especially from someone who knows how it feels to be left behind."
"I thought I was doing the right thing." Jazz said, once again trying to defend his actions to himself.
It snorted.
"You still tell yourself that? When we both know all you'll ever be is selfish."
Now Blackout could have a bite of sarcasm and she would always cut straight to the shit. But she had never been cruel. Not till now.
Jazz could report her. He should. But they both knew he wouldn't. Because he believed he derived it. And he did.
Besides he'd been the one to attack her in the first place. As always he'd brought this upon himself.
"You didn't even want to give me my job back." Blackout continued. "And not for the great Autobot cause, but so you could keep fucking that enforcer."
Jazz froze.
"How-"
"Really Jazz? Showing up at the same time in the middle of the night wearing matching paint scratches? I thought you were supposed to be good sneaking around? And seriously Jazz, a fucking enforcer?" Blackout shook her head. "What would he think I told him everything I know?"
"Keep Prowl out of of this!" Despite the black still blurring his vision, Jazz was on his pedes in an instant. "This between you and me!"
"You're right it is." Blackout learned over the desk. She was shorter than him, but right then as she dug pressure into his plating, it felt as though she towered over him. "Which is why I don't care if you like me. I don't care if you trust me either. But we both know that I am the only one who knows who you truly are." Finally, she sat back down. "Now, get the hell out of my office. And find me a new fucking chair!"
had a little fun and played with some fashion deisgn for 2 certain bois. Crosshairs and Blackout are my favorites of each faction in the bayverse. it was especially fun designing them for each occasion.
from left to right, first is their casual, then you got their human jobs (BLackout is a specilised Helicopter Pilot, Crosshairs is a weapons designer/Engineer), going out to places like a party, pub, or club, and then formal attire.
i had to take in account their culutral backgrounds and what the climate would be like and what they're use to.
My human Blackout Comes from Sparti/Sparta. so he would be use to a hotter environment. in his work uniform, he's all zipped up as he's not use to the cold of the altitude he flies to and because he usually is in hotter places. so he has less layers. also, greeks tend to dress smart casual so even in the clubbing attire he tries to aim for that ball park. he's not exactly dressed for the club or pub but still is out of that smart casual.
My Crosshairs on the other hand strikes me as a punk who moved from a small town in Wales to Cardiff for work. so he's layered up as he would be more use to the cold. but his work would have him near machinery that runs hot so he's not very layered in his uniform. with the clubbing attire, he strikes me as someone who dresses in the UK punk style and embraces the culture and where it stands. he's got the flags of him, his wife (Loco Motion), and his two cousins (Fuselage and Roadbuster) as well as the autism red infinty symbol, enamle of the welsh red dragon, and the bisexuality pin. i dressed him like a guy you'd find in UK punk clubs just laughing at the bar and yapping. formal attire was a bit tricky for him because... well it's Crosshairs. but i still found a way to make it him
