In celebration, we will NOT be indulging James Roberts's favorite thing to write about!
Instead here's a bunch of head cannons on which of the cast of MTMTE/LL would get an abortion in a horrible alternate reality where the Cybertronian race has a third, really shitty mode of reproduction.
LOST LIGHTERS
In general, a Lost Light crew member would not want to have a child, as that sort of bums out the whole "gay space yacht adventure" thing. They could probably handle A baby IF if they passed it around between all 230-something of them. Maybe. Not really something we ought to test, though.
LOST LIGHT HIGH COMMAND
RODIMUS once unknowingly self-terminated a pregnancy by slamming into the surface of a planet at terminal velocity while meteor surfing. He spent a good chunk of time during the Nyon days making sure people could get medical help, going over city-state lines if needed. Would absolutely make taking his abortion medication into a long weekend staycation. He is uninterested in having children, preferring the role of "cool uncle". You saw how he was spacing out during the fecund moon bullshit, he doesn't have the right mentality for fatherhood.
MEGATRON got his uterus shot out by Optimus Prime roughly 2.3 million years ago. Even if he still had it, he certainly wasn't going to wear a BabyBjörn to the battlefield. More recently, feels really fucking weird about his own coming into the world, and doesn't want to ever think about procreation again.
ULTRA MAGNUS is a suit of armor that was not built with childbirth in mind.
MINIMUS AMBUS is too work-focused to entertain the idea of having a child. Would time taking his abortion pills so perfectly he'd pass a little gacha machine prize along with the blood clots. Actively writing work emails while in the stirrups. Let's hurry this up, he's got a meeting in an hour.
DRIFT had a lot of missed meals and heavy drug use in his early life, which put a lot of strain on his body and fear in him over the idea of bringing someone into the world. He had his tubes tied at some point during the Deadlock days. Would probably be very into Big Brother programs, but enjoys surrounding himself with grown adults that don't solely depend on him for survival.
LOST LIGHT MEDICAL DOCTORS
RATCHET has performed abortions on roughly 45% of the Autobot forces, including every member of Autobot high command. He would not only get an abortion, but depending on how busy the clinic is that day, he might just say fuck it and do it himself. Loves kids, doesn't want them in his house.
FIRST AID would abort, though not with quite the gusto Ratchet has. He'd have slightly more gusto after the Combiner Wars bullshit; no need to add to the number of weirdos he's obligated to care for.
VELOCITY is an avid supporter of sexual education and health. She keeps medical abortion tablets on her person at all times to pass out to anyone who asks. She's not opposed to the idea of having children, but is uncommitted beyond a vague "maybe someday". Would abort currently, given that her medical career has only just begun. All of this should be viewed through the lens of someone who grew up in a society that demanded one's closest relationships be chosen and finalized by an incredibly early age.
LOST LIGHT MISCELLANEOUS CREW MEMBERS
CHROMEDOME would invent Cybertronian baby-trapping out of fear that Rewind might leave him. However, his poor health and frequent mental health spirals would make carrying to term incredibly difficult. Miscarriages Georg.
REWIND is postmenopausal. If he were capable of getting pregnant, he would abort, as a child would not fit his high energy lifestyle, and this guy loves having bodily autonomy so fucking much. Has performed the galaxy's first gun-assisted late-term abortion, despite not having a medical doctorate.
BRAINSTORM might have hidden a baby in his torso for research purposes, but that was more akin to him stealing one of those frozen nitrogen thermos tubes they put embryos in for IVF. Invented an abortion gun while on Kimia and Trailbreaker nearly tackled him to the ground during that ethics committee hearing about it. Would only maintain a pregnancy if he thought it would help him one-up Perceptor, and even that would end up being a test tube baby that grew soundly OUTSIDE of his body.
PERCEPTOR has too much going on to have time for a child. It's for the best, really; with how intense Perceptor is, that kid would grow up burnt out and completely disinterested in the sciences and military combat.
SWERVE wouldn't be actively trying, but if he wound up pregnant he'd probably keep it. He says he's fine with others making the choice to terminate for themselves, but secretly kind of judges them for it. Would be one of those people who has their kid running around their place of business at all hours of the day/night. You wanna color with me, sad, drunk man? I got extra crayons and paper.
TEN is a Legislator, and as such was probably not built with a uterus. He would consider the lack of choice in the matter a bit of a loss, but ultimately has no interest in becoming a parent. His preferred method of creation is artistic, not paternal.
WHIRL does not believe himself capable of being a good person, let alone a good parent. He would terminate, and then get into a fist fight in the parking lot of the Planned Parenthood to cope with any feelings he might get about it. Besides, he already has a lovely adopted daughter who is actually a pile of murderous parasites that he's willing to kill himself over.
CYCLONUS is postmenopausal. He holds a lot of reverence and respect for caretakers and child-rearing as a practice, but he's lived far too much life to ever take it on himself. If anyone else on the ship had a kid, he'd be happy to fund their education with his real estate money, but he's going to stand over there, looking mildly terrifying, holding hands with his roommate-turned-lover.
TAILGATE is postmenopausal. If he weren't, he would abort due to the stress. Don't tie him down with a kid, he just got around to living!
NAUTICA has got too much shit to do to get locked down with a child; too many books to read, classes to attend, adventure to go on, close friends to brain with her wrench. A member of the Nexplanon Nation. If she did somehow manage to wind up pregnant, she won't be for long. All of this should be viewed through the lens of someone who grew up in a society that demanded one's closest relationships be chosen and finalized by an incredibly early age.
SKIDS wouldn't realize something was up until it was pretty late in the game, simply because he has so much shit going on at all times. Would have someone can-open him in the middle of a shootout behind cover, then do several unnecessary flips after the fact.
NIGHTBEAT would terminate simply because it would get in the way of his detective work. Don't ask him to babysit, either, it'll all go to hell. He is not good with children.
RIPTIDE was built without a uterus and has zero interest in having one added on. Don't do that to him. Why would you hurt him like that? Isn't there enough pain in the world?
FORT MAX would not enjoy the biological process that has a separate entity inhabit for body for the better part of a year, hijacking your hormones, blood, and the calcium in your bones to help itself grow. Full hysterectomy once he's out of his post-Garrus 9 coma. Not taking any chances.
RED ALERT has taken a Plan B every single day for the last 4 million years, because somehow the fear of immaculate conception is a universal constant.
LUG is a backpack, which is pretty good for carrying things, but babies and trowels don't really mix. She and Anode would be most comfortable adopting children that are old enough to understand how to run from the cops.
ANODE has a decent amount of baggage regarding the birthing process, and isn't comfortable putting either herself or Lug through it.
RAVAGE already has the best son, why would he want any more?
THUNDERCLASH adores children, and would provide a loving, enriching home for any youngster. He's better than your dad; yes, quite specifically you, the reader. He is better than YOUR dad. Alas, any ward who finds themself under his proverbial wing will not be his own flesh and blood (er, metal and energon?) as his protracted spark problems would make for far too risky a pregnancy. He would terminate, not for lack of want, but so that he wouldn't have to spend another pre-wake organizing innermost energon offerings.
GETAWAY is too busy scheming for a kid. Hopefully he didn't need any procedures done after he sent the last remaining medical doctors to die at the hands of the DJD. Maybe the nudge gun could get the job done, in a pinch.
BADDIES AND DECEPTICONS
THE SCAVENGERS
As a whole, none of these men should be fathers. They literally tried to go to Garrus 9 with the intent to abort the Firstborn via spark extraction.
KROK had his uterus removed at the same time as his t-cog.
CRANKCASE was present for the events of Stormbringer, and got so messed up by all the Thunderwinging that it sterilized him. This is also a man who nearly vomits at the thought of being gainfully employed, parenthood would be a death sentence.
SPINISTER was also present for Stormbringer, though he got out of it way better off than Crankcase. A proud member of Nexplanon Nation (he placed it himself). Favorite place to shop for medical supplies is any local family planning clinic, using his five-finger discount. Has a collection of abortion medicines from several different species. Whether or not these actually work on Cybertronian physiology is unknown, but he's not had any issues so far, and nobody really cares enough to try to stop him.
FULCRUM'S payload was sitting right in front of his uterus, and Spinister wasn't really paying attention on Clemency, so it's not really an issue. He's too in love with the funemployment lifestyle anyway to be a terribly good parent.
MISFIRE would be the one who had to go on a whole shenanigan and a half to get his abortion pills, and IDW would be like "James I know we let you get away with a lot, but this one simply can't go to print". But it wouldn't be JRo, because he would never allow a robot to go un-impregnated, it would be me. What am I doing with my life?
NICKEL has a habit of adopting massive, violent idiots, which are a pretty decent substitute for babies. Menopausal.
GRIMLOCK doesn't like this question and won't be answering it.
THE DECEPTICON JUSTICE DIVISION
Part of on-boarding for the DJD is getting a copper Decepticon badge inserted through your cervix. We also know that Tarn has never once fucked, so he has never once been at risk of being pregnant.
SCORPONOK... well, I mean, c'mon. His plan is now mainly just about spreading disinformation about birth control to the Decepticon ranks. He and Velocity are mortal enemies, and she's actually the one who kills him at the end of LL.
PHARMA got his tubes tied prior to going to Delphi, because he's a fucking professional.
STARSABER would never get an abortion, but he would also never have premarital sex or get married, seeing as all marriage on Cybertron up until, like, last week was gay marriage. It simply isn't something that's going to be of concern to him.
THE GUIDING HAND
All of these bastards are old as hell and would turn to dust within their first trimester, if they could even manage such a thing. For their health, abortion would be the best option.
ADAPTUS is postmenopausal. Too much of a schemer to put up with a kid.
TYREST got any desire for procreation out during the Matrix experimentation days, and look where it got him: convinced that every cold constructed bot was ontologically evil. Some folks just shouldn't have kids. Also postmenopausal.
CENSURE is a hermit living on a dead world, who has a hobby that requires a ton of travel and working with heavy materials. A child would not fit his lifestyle. Postmenopausal, which is good, considering his hermitage would probably prevent him from seeking out medical assistance. If childbirth didn't kill him, he'd warp the thing to the closest fire station he could find and get back to his life.
THE MAGNIFICENCE is a ball with an eye on it, and as such should be incapable of reproduction. There is insufficient data for Epistemus's lifestyle and personality to make any crackpot judgement calls regarding his stance on abortion.
And the biggest question of all...
RUNG
During MTMTE, Rung missed the train on having a family due to being devoted to his patients. Would have aborted during the war, since he was stationed in an area with the highest density of medical professionals in the galaxy. A bit weirded out by not having hit menopause yet.
During LL, he would mostly be questioning just why the fuck he did this to himself. It may not be physically possible to keep this man from making babies. He effectively dies during childbirth during LL #24, because as we all know:
I know, it's crazy.
Tldr: abortions are cool and good, just like giant space robots.
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More Than Meets the Eye #52 â The DJD Once Again Prove to Be an HR Nightmare
Ratchet and Drift, looking fresh as hell in their matching paint jobs, stand on the cliff they made their cool entrance on last issue, as they snipe at each other over whether or not Drift personally knows the DJD. Considering how Tarn and Friends had a space-cocaine induced freakout over seeing Drift on the quantum duplicate Lost Light, they may want to talk a little quieter, especially with the face Helex is making.
You better watch out, Ratchetâ this man's going to do Sakamoto-got-all-the-way-to-pencils shit to you!
The Pet takes the opportunity presented by our recently returned newlyweds being too busy flirting to pay attention to the fight at hand, leaping to chew on Ratchet's head. Luckily, Ten is an ally, even when heâs been beat to shit, and punches the shitty little Pomeranian into the air. Kaon, card-carrying freak and dog dad, takes this abject display of animal abuse about as well as he can.
Ratchet, having his gun eaten by the mouth pervert, is beginning to worry that he, his rich boytoy, and a mostly out of commission Ten might be sliiiiiiiiightly outnumbered against a dozen Decepticons, two of whom belong to the Super Murder Death Squad. Drift, after a bit of needling, heelies a dudeâs face off, jumps into the air, does a bunch of sick flips, blocks a laser with a sword in such a way that it looks like he got shot in the dick, and then lands, like, 70 feet away to scoop up the Pet and threaten to chop its head off if Helex doesnât stop trying to vore his boyfriend.
Kaon, #1 dog dad, orders everyone to fall back. Helex, who has Ratchet like 70% inside his smelting chamber by this point, canât believe that Kaonâs ruining the fun. Helex releases Ratchet, letting him crowd onto Drama Point with Drift and most of Ten, as the Decepticons circle them. Drift, unfortunately, didnât think past doing sweet flips to show off after his sabbatical from the comic run, and theyâre back in the same situation they arrived to, but now one of them is holding a crusty little dog.
Then a platform descends from the sky, and we see what Ravage has been up to.
Grand theft auto!
Yes, it turns out that this cat can drive, and well enough to get the boys up and out of danger, though Tenâs size means that the lovebirds have to dangle off of his remaining arm. Drift still hasnât put down the Pet. Sure hope that thingâs been socialized to cats.
Oh, who am I kidding? Kaon wouldnât have bothered.
Speaking of Kaon, he looks like heâs about to cry, because someoneâs kidnapped his princess baby angel, and Helex doesnât even CARE, the heartless bastard, as he orders the other Decepticons to fire on the shuttle. They, of course, hit it, as thereâs at least ten of these guys firing, and theyâre all decently tall. The shuttle begins to lose altitude, and Ravage, who does not have traditional hands and is currently using his tail to man the control stick, attempts to crash as close to the âfortressâ as possible.
Meanwhile, over at Megatronâs plinth, we get back to that whole thing where he surrendered himself to Tarn. Tarn, feeling an excuse to monologue coming on, says that heâs well aware of Megatronâs new schtick, and heâs not a huge fan of it. Megatron clarifies that he wishes to give himself up so that the rest of the Lost Light crew stranded on this planet might live, because this is his fault to begin with. Tarn agrees, reminding him that he paid for Tarnâs plastic surgery. Megatron states that he only brought Tarn to his side to hurt âsomeoneâ.
Three guesses who Megatron could have possibly hurting by bringing Tarn over to the Decepticons, and the first two donât count.
Megatron thinks that by bumming around space on a borderline vacation, heâs returned to who he used to be (maybe he got his teaching license, who knows) and that the war was a waste of time. Tarn gets kind of intense here, because if Megatron wasted his life, what does that make Tarn? Tarn, who has decorated his home with nothing but Decepticon symbols? Tarn, who has had corpses nailed to his wall for the last couple million years? Tarn, who wears a fuckoff stupid mask every single day of his life, even while eating and trying to kill himself with space meth cut with time travel and gas station dick pills? Also, what about all the other guys who died trying to realize Megatron's ideals? What about the little guys, the cogs that made the machine run? What about Steve from accounting, whose husband left him, because he was too busy trying to balance the budget on Megatron's body remodels and Optimus Prime punching bags that also doubled as body pillows to come home? What about Steve, huh?
Megatron basically regrets everything heâs ever done, not that Tarn cares. Megatron then reveals that whole thing where Rewind tried to retroactively kill him as an infant, and how he sort of wished it had worked.
Tarn starts beating the shit out of Megatron before the guy can start going on about how his parents are Brainstorm and Whirl, though Tarn promises that this is just a healthy dose of tough love, as surely the wimp before him isnât actually who Megatron is. Megatron doesnât fight back, instead just staring sadly at the Autobot badge Tarn slapped off of him. This is really starting to piss Tarn off, as he was really hoping to beat some of the fire back into his former mentor and idol. This is when he starts trying to choke Megatron, even though their species doesnât breathe. Still, Iâm sure Tarnâs stiletto nails hurt something fierce.
Megatron then recalls his conversation with Velocity, and states that if the foolâs energon DID alter his personality, it was probably for the best, and he wouldnât want to go back. Tarn, who has based his entire selfhood on the thing that Megatron threw away to live out his probation on a cruise ship, takes this statement with all the tact and level-headedness weâve come to know him for.
Tarn is just one more double fusion cannon blast to the chest away from smiting Megatron utterly, and heâs fully committed to doing so. However, he gets distracted by the sound of Elton Johnâs âThe Bitch is Backâ coming from across the field.
WHO LET THIS MOTHERFUCKER OUT OF HELL
Anyway, it looks like Ravage can, in fact, drive pretty well, as the shuttle did crash pretty close to the âfortressâ. Swerve, who still really wants to make up for his shitty boss behaviors and also accidentally dragging Ten into a microcosm of hell, lets Ten know that they saw his floor graffiti, and that it might actually work. Magnus, who still has his arm off, does his best to not kick Swerve across the room as he scurries underfoot, as he drags Ten inside the building.
Skids intercepts Ratchet to welcome him back, and also ask how the hell he knew to come to Necroworld. Apparently he and Drift had received a call from the handy dandy phone that he had given First Aid, who First Aid had then regifted to Velocity, just in case some bullshit happened. Velocityâs introduction to Ratchet is rough, as she manages to call him grumpy, old, and stubborn as a mule in the span of about fifteen seconds. Ratchet is mostly concerned with the fact that the Lost Light replaced him so soon after his return. Nobody tell him about Velocityâs track record with the medical exams, he might just shoot off into space to beat First Aid to a pulp for leaving her by herself.
Over in what might be a closet, Rodimus runs across Drift sitting in the dark and sharpening one of his swords. Drift seems to have used his exile to remember that he does, in fact, have some semblance of self-respect, as he doesnât immediately forgive Rodimus for throwing him off the ship that he paid for, only to have given himself up as the real culprit behind the Overlordening, like, a week later, thus negating Driftâs sacrifice, and then never coming to find him, despite the fact that theyâre supposedly friends, and, again, the ship is in Driftâs name, as was the crewâs allowance money. How the Lost Light has survived financially without Drift is unknown.
Rodimus knows that he sucks and is the worst, but he was really worried that Drift wouldnât like him anymore, so heâd sort of been kicking the issue of âfinding my ex-TIC to tell him he got publicly humiliated for nothingâ down the road, to the point where Ratchet had gotten sick of it and went to solve the problem himself.
Of course, the meta reason for Drift not being found was so that Shane McCarthy could have his OC back, as well as Ratchet, for the miniseries Transformers: Driftâ Empire of Stone, well known for being sort of silly and introducing the phrase âbe shooshâ to Driftâs lexicon. In it, Ratchet found Drift traipsing around the edge of the galaxy being a neutral (in terms of war) hero to organic species affected by Decepticon aggressions, before crashing on a planet where Drift, back when he was âDeadlockâ, had found a mystical stone army, one that Gigatron (a dude who totally isnât anime Megatron) wanted to harness the power of, so that the Decepticons might claim victory over their enemies. Hellbat, Gigatronâs second in command, had gone mad doing nothing but killing over millions of years, and had been modifying the stone army in secret to do his bidding so he could "kill everything". Then the stone army woke up, Hellbat died, Gigatron died, and Ratchet went to take Drift to get detailed, because he looked like he'd been ridden hard and put away wet.
Also, if you think about it, having two former high-ranking Decepticons turning to the Autobot side being on the Lost Lightâs high command might have been too many redundancies to make Megatronâs arc stand out. Perhaps, had Megatron not been added to MTMTEâs roster so late in the game, Rodimus WOULD have gone looking for Drift, finding him just in time for the DJD to catch wind that they hadnât actually super nightmare death murdered Deadlock after all.
Drift, who canât say no to Rodimus's puppydog face, lets Rodimus sit with him on the floor, as he apologizes for the fact that by coming here, Drift and Ratchet have unwittingly signed up for Tarnâs Political Theory and Dismemberment Slam Poetry Night, but he mega-promises that theyâll come up with something together to get through this. Drift appreciates the sentiment, but knows that Rodimus is just saying this to make him feel better.
Back at the worst fan club meetup in the galaxy, Tarn elbows Overlord in the throat and tells him to fuck off. Overlord tells him that he knows Tarn never finished his degree and only acts like an academic for the aesthetic. Tarn transforms to shoot him while reminding Overlord that at least Megatronâs spoken to him in the last few thousand years. The two duke it out with their tank modes, Overlord KRUMPing all over Tarn, before the theatre kid kicks him off and questions why exactly Overlord is even alive, given that he chainsawed his head off last year. No word on if heâs bothered to ask this same question about 75% of the people heâs here to super murder.
Overlord simply states that someone found him floating out in space and fixed him up, because it turns out that they both wanted to go after Megatron and kill his ass dead, because Overlord is sort of sick of not getting the attention he so obviously deserves. When Tarn, ever the opportunist, attempts to make a team up deal, Overlord tells him to shut up.
And then they realize they lost the old man they were fighting over.
Great work, fellas.
Over with the Autobots (and Cyclonus), Rewindâs outside, looking at that memorial to the disappeared and trying to figure out why the Necrobot laid out the names in the way that he did. Heâs currently near the top, where you can see most of Rollerâs name, someone whose name ends in âgatorâ, and Dreamwave Productionâs smoldering corpse, which makes me wonder if Alex Milne ever did get all the money he was owed from his work with them. Rewind, who last dealt with the DJD not even a year ago, is trying really, really hard to not think about how many needles theyâre going to jam into Chromedomeâs eyes this go around.
Of course, Nautica, who has come out to find Rewind, doesnât give a shit about Rewindâs PTSD. She wants relationship advice! Sheâd ask Chromedome, but apparently heâs taking a nap, still worn out from stabbing Tailgate in the brain after he rainbow-exploded all over the ship. Which happened months ago.
You know, at the rate heâs been going, Chromedome probably wouldnât have lived too far past sunset anyhow.
Anyway, Nautica wants to know if, on Cybertron, you have to be besties before you can get hitched, because thatâs how it works on some of the other colonies. She specifies that this ISN'T how it works on Caminus, which is good, given how problematic that would be, considering you need to be best friends with someone by the time you're five weeks old, and there's no telling if they're cool with platonic polyamory. Rewind informs her that itâs either one or the other on Cybertron, no double-dipping, and god help you if itâs a situationship. Nautica is asking this because sheâs realized that she canât waffle about on committing anymore, seeing as sheâs probably going to die in the next hour or so, and sheâd rather use that time to enter a queer-platonic partnership than get her face fixed.
Back at the Peaceful Tyranny, Tarn has, in fact, managed to bring Overlord to reason, much to Deathsaurusâs confusion and derision, if his squiggle face is anything to go by. Overlord, smug as fuck, informs Deathsaurus that in exchange for his compliance, Tarn has agreed to let him personally murder Megatron while everyone watches, because surely Tarn couldnât actually kill his idealogical idol, because heâs a pussy. Tarn is being very brave about this, only letting the spot blacking on his linework show on his face, as his fists shake with rage.
Then Kaon shows up, begging they pull back their forces until the Pet has been returned, and the spot blacking gets a little heavier.
Tarn, who has had a very long day of tactical meetings, phone calls, facing his fallen idol, having a very unsatisfying beatdown with said idol, and dealing with known freak Overlord, handles Kaonâs inability to be a big boy about misplacing his shitty little dog with all of the tact and decorum weâve come to know him forâ he gives Kaon a big, beefy hug, acknowledges just how much Kaon loves that shitty little dog, and then makes sure that Kaon never has to worry about a thing ever again.
Thatâs a series wrap on Kaon! Letâs give him a hand, folks!
Tarn, who has had just about enough of Overlord in the last half hour, smashes Kaonâs head onto Overlordâs tits, covering him in viscera, as he demands he be treated with respect, because this is HIS house, where HEâS paying the bills and calling the shots, so help him god. Nickel is very displeased that Tarnâs killed one of the Twinksome Twosome. No word on how Deathsaurus feels about this, considering that a big reason heâs working with Tarn is because he refused to kill the rest of the DJD when demanded to do so, thus showing his dedication to his men. Also no word on how the rest of the DJD are going to handle Tarn decapitating their weed man.
Tarn tells everyone to pony up, as theyâre about to go over and handle all the silly little bastards hiding out in the Necrobotâs âfortressâ.
Speaking of which, it looks like Megatron made it home, despite Tarn blowing his tits clean off with that cannon blast. Rodimus and Ratchet carry him inside, as Magnus is probably too busy not getting his arm put back on to help, and Megatron is using the last of his energy to hold the Autobot badge Tarn slapped off his chest earlier.
Sure hope Ratchet didnât forget to tell Drift about his old boss being co-captain of the ship, or else this is going to be a very nasty surprise for both of themâ we've already seen that Drift loves to freak out and kill sick people.
When you're a giant gay space robot, and the only decent doctors who will slap you away from bad decisions have all left to go do other storylines, nobody can stop you from downloading Grindr directly to your brain.
More Than Meets the Eye #51 â Ten Has Done So Much for All of You, and for What? You Don't Deserve Him.
So, obviously, last issue ended rather poorly for Team Rodimus and Pals. It doesnât look like the start of this one going much better, as a mass of baddies bombard the late Necrobotâs âFortressâ. Whirl, being Whirl, wants to go out and face his certain death head-on. Everyone else is more than fine to wait for death to come to them.
Rewind, showing off the skills heâs picked up as a videographer over the last several thousand years, gets the security cameras up. Iâm assuming that Censere had these installed to keep an eye out for bored space teens who might have wanted to graffiti his millions of plinths. Too bad it didnât save him, or his property, as outside, Tarn is shooting the ground with his twin fusion cannons. Heâs having to hold his arm in place with his other hand, as Iâm sure the kickback of firing two lasers at once must be something fierce. He finishes and commands his troops to cease firing, everyone withdrawing.
The Lost Lost Lighters are super jazzed about this, Brainstorm stating that they must have heard about Tailgateâs Power Punch, an attack with a name so banal, it surely must kill anyone who faces it, if only so they donât talk shit about it after the fact.
Megatron, however, knows what Tarnâs pulling, as heâs a theatre kid, and everyone knows that the really intense theatre kids follow their scripts to a T, and will murder you for trying to ad lib like some filthy fucking improv performer.
By doing this, heâs honoring Shakespeare.
Swerve has begun to bawl like a baby over how bad the situation has gotten, likely recalling all the awful shit he witnessed the last time he crossed paths with the DJD. Magnus, who still has his arm off, because Velocity is all about uplifting her fellow women, demands that they try to call for assistance, then apologizes for swearing, even though heâs absolutely at the very least said âdamnâ in the past. Maybe heâs confusing the total inability to curse with the IDW publication law that youâre not allowed to say âbitchâ until your series has been truncated by 50%. Or maybe he only allows himself to swear in the presence of poor snack management. Anyway, itâs not like it mattersâ Megatronâs just informed everyone that Tarn also likes to cut the phone lines in situations like this.
All of this, because you wanted middle management for your faction.
Because Megatron never baked any sort of loophole into the DJDâs way of handling shit, because how the fuck could he have possibly known heâd one day have to denounce his entire reason for existing to satisfy the commercial whims of Hasbro, the gang is going to have to figure out some way to defend themselves or escape in the next eight hours. Rodimus orders everyone to split up and look for clues, blowing off Ten in the process.
Velocity calls Swerve, the closest thing to a doctor besides her, to come look at the Necrobotâs corpse, which appears to have turned into a pile of ash. Swerve informs her that this is what happens when someone whoâs old as balls kicks it. Now, it may concern you that Velocity, who was the only doctor for a ship of over 200 until this morning, doesnât know what a dead old man looks like. However, we must recall that age-related spark burnout hasnât been a thing until very recently for Cybertronians, and Caminus, the colony Velocity is from, is marginally younger as a society. It probably just hasnât happened in her circles yet.
Velocity and Swerve play around in the pile of old man dust, until she pulls a key out, with â1/001â written on it. Her search party will be focusing on finding what this key goes to, as it was surely important, given that it was on Censereâs person at the time of his death.
Over on the DJDâs ship, The Peaceful Tyranny, Deathsaurus stares at the corpses Tarnâs nailed to the wall of his room. The nails have Decepticon insignias on the heads, because of course they do. These are the same corpses Tarn had on the wall of his office in Grindcore. Tarn asks if Deathsaurus is impressed with his first editions, and when Deathsaurus is understandably bewildered by this question, Tarn explains that these are corpses that were sent home after dying in the mines of Messatine, who had Megatronâs writing etched into their organs by Terminus, so that said writing would reach the outside world. Tarn thinks itâs pretty fucking cool, but Deathsaurus is, again, bewildered by this interior design choice. In general, Deathsaurus is bewildered by a vast majority of the ways Tarn chooses to live his life.
Tarn, opening the mouth section of his mask to drink a shotâs worth of energon, likely totally unable to see as he does so, since the eye holes donât line up anymore, says that if Deathsaurus was a true intellectual like Tarn was, heâd understand that trying to chase down a ship with quantum jump capabilities is really difficult when you no longer have a sneaky little double agent to give you exact coordinates, so grounding their targets was the best option. No word on how Tarn feels about the ship he super-nightmare-death-murdered being perfectly fine now.
Deathsaurus really just wants to know why they backed off after having their targets cornered, because he hates Tarn and his stupid little games, having been working with him for at least a couple months by this point. Tarn, however, has the audacity to be smug about how all the Autobots are probably tearing each other apart out of fear, as the sun makes its way across the sky.
Back with Velocityâs search party, Nauticaâs joined the one-and-a-half doctors in the Key Quest. Velocity asks Swerve about why Ten came down with the rest of the group, and in Swerveâs defense, itâs not like anyone knew this was a murder trip until after theyâd arrived. When the brain attack happened last issue, Swerve hadnât disclosed what exactly heâd heardâ now, however, he admits that heâd gotten an earful from Ten about the Ambus Test, and how just because heâs made up of the corpses of multiple religious hermits doesnât mean he isnât a person too, and also once that union gets going, heâs gonna sic lawyer-mode Magnus on him.
Anyway, they found the door that key went to.
Back with Rodimus in the main room, heâs collecting the notes of all the other search teams. Rungâs face has been shaded to look like he got lip fillers. Rodimus isnât pleased, but it isnât because of Rungâs gotten work done.
Nightbeat, however, DOES have good news to pair off with the bad. News so good he starts using metaphors, which confuses and frightens Magnus. Nightbeat has found the quantum travel device the Necrobot used to travel to the deaths he recorded, and what do you know? Itâs got just enough juice to get everyone out of dodge and into the loving embrace of safety. Hooray! Time to form an orderly queue, going from most to least obnoxious paint job.
Then Team Killjoy shows up, Velocity and Nautica letting everyone know whatâs behind door #1: itâs a bunch of organics in stasis.
I will say, the inverse of Transformers fans collecting robot toys mint in package is decidedly more disturbing.
Whirl isnât horribly keen to die over a bunch of squishy nobodies. Nautica states that the organics are vulnerable and need protection. Skids, really wanting to be in that straight-passing relationship, agrees that the DJD will totally kill these guys, because they learned their technoism from SOMEONE MEGATRON. Chromedome, who has had his husband back for maybe six months at this point, really doesnât want to stick around for the sun to set. Cyclonus asks just why the fuck thereâs a bunch of dudes in the basement. Tailgate wonders if it really matters, considering the situation at hand. Magnus, needing direction in his life, makes sure that Rodimus hasnât decided to take a nap standing up like a horse. Brainstorm, who has been oh-so-subtly trying to edge the door to the quantum tube shut, makes the point that they could do a lot of good after the fact, if they left now and then vowed to protect a slew of organics afterwards, which would eventually even out their sins, probably.
Rodimus feels pretty good about this proposal, but he loves looking like the most appealing, middle-of-the-road choice, and says that they have some time to talk this out. However, weâve forgotten that weâre riding with Mr. Ex-Peace Through Tyranny, who does nothing in half-measures and loves to be contrarian to Rodimus at every given opportunity.
This turn of events is such a shock to Rodimus, he shouts at Ten for trying to show him something. Poor Ten.
Rodimus reminds Megatron just what exactly theyâre up against and what heâs signing himself up for and for what variety of living creature, but Megatron is aware of all of these things. Looks like the talking to Skids gave him on the duplicate Lost Light finally sank through his thick skull, and heâs ready to be a big boy about this whole Autobot thing. He then informs everyone that heâs not doing this to make a point, and that anyone who wants to dip is welcome to do so, as long as theyâre doing it for themselves.
Of course, itâll be a cold day in hell before any Autobot lets Megatron out-Autobot them, and itâll be an even colder day before Cyclonus leaves his not-boyfriend alone on Murder Planet. Oh, and the fact that organic life is just as valuable as mechanical. Totally. Everyone defaults to stay, Rodimus closing the door to the quantum tube.
Swerve then offers a real heel-clicker of an alternate escape plan: what if⊠we just stole the DJDâs ship, stuffed it full of the organics, and flew away before anyone noticed? Now, this is, of course, an immaculate plan, which no man could ever find fault in, but Whirl is not a man, but rather a machine, and does question where exactly theyâd be getting the keys to such a ship. Cyclonus is trying to be a bit more of a supportive friend to Swerve, since the last time the guy felt left out, they all had to project their consciousnesses 400 miles out and pay NYC rent, asks if there is more to this perfect, perfect plan, crafted in one of the finest minds of any generation.
There is not.
So, weâre gonna steal a ship.
Ravage offers to track the smell of unwashed bachelors and Megatron body pillows to see where the DJD parked. Rodimus gives him his blessing, marveling at the skillset at his disposal, as Magnus makes a fucking wild face of incredulousness and Ten sulks in the corner.
Before he runs off, Ravage brings Megatron a phone and asks that he talk to Tarn, because surely if anyone can get him off the warpath, it would be his old boss.
Back at the Peaceful Tyranny, Tarn, Deathsaurus, Nickel, Tesarus, and Vos are going over the plan for the day. Sure hope Deathsaurus can parse Primal Vernacular. Tesarus reminds Tarn of the time they went after Heretech and he turned a storm shield into a forcefield that held them off for days, but this band of Autobot nerds arenât Heretech, now are they? Even if they do have an ex-Wrecker, a Skids, and the power of love on their side.
Then Tarn tells everyone to shut the fuck up, because heâs getting a call on his electric razor.
Back at the âFortressâ, Megatron stands astride the space scooter, looking horribly depressed, as he prepares to have a little chat with his most murderous fanboy. Rodimus questions this decision, having clocked that even on his best day, Megatron wouldnât just whole-heartedly decide to effectively kill himself for the sake of 50-60 organics he doesnât even know.
Of course, weâve seen that at least one planet in the Magisterian system still has life, as the Scavengers had to use holomatter avatars at some point, as seen in issue #45. Perhaps if Megatron knew about this, he wouldnât be so keen to go on a suicide mission.
Over with Ravage, he passes by Skidsâs plinth, which Iâm sure isnât an omen of any kind, and discovers that the smell of B.O. and hot pockets he was following wasnât attached to the Peaceful Tyranny, but rather a base the DJD and Deathsaurusâs boys threw together. Also, Tenâs been crawling after him in an attempt to keep hidden this whole time, over what was likely multiple miles. He didnât do a good job in the slightest, but points for tenacity, buddy. Ravage understands that Tenâs just trying to help in some form or fashion, so Ravage gives him a special job: bullet sponge.
Deathsaurusâs men, Helex, Kaon, and the Pet all see Ten up on the hill. Kaon in particular looks very excited at the promise of a plaything, so much so that he lets his rabid little chihuahua off-leash.
Meanwhile, Megatron races across his personal field of spark flowers, on his way to rendezvous at his plinth with Tarn. I wonder who suggested this meeting spot? When Megatron arrives, he demands that Tarn at least face him with his, well, face, but Tarn says that his mask IS his face, even though we know it isnât, because Tarn couldnât commit to the bit hard enough on this particular front for some reason.
Megatron offers himself up for surrender. But enough about his crisis of morality, letâs get back to Ten.
Ten, former Legislator that he is, fights valiantly, throwing four guys in the air at once, even as the Pet scratches his collar bone and Helex punches him in the head, his face telling me that heâs gonna do horny mouth shit with Tenâs brain if he manages to get ahold of it. Kaonâs in the background, shooting electricity into the sky. I think heâs just happy to be here. This nonsense up on the hill allows Ravage to sneak over to the base to check for a ship that DOESNâT smell like wine, jockstraps, and viscera.
Back with the Autobots, someone finally remembers that Tenâs a person, and asks where the hell heâs gotten to. Magnus isnât sure, though he knows where he HAD been. I expect better from you, Magnus. Ten is your little buddy! Your brother in artistic arms! He even left something for your enjoyment, while he went out to help Ravage!
After having solved the issue of their defense system, Ten went out and got his ass shredded for multiple pages, where he was repeatedly shot and set on fire and torn limb from limb and electrocuted (I guess someone finally pointed Kaon in the right direction). It seems like the end for Ten, but his assailants are suddenly shot and dealt with, blanketing the hill in silence.
Silent enough to hear the equivalent of twenty USD in Australian dollaridoos, having been converted into English pounds, rustling around in a British guyâs wallet.
More Than Meets the Eye #50 â The Midlife Crisis Cruise Comes to an End
Our issue begins on Earthâ not Swearth, but honest-to-god Earthâ where Optimus Prime and Jetfire are watching a broadcast. Itâs not syndicated television like I Love Lucy or The Transformers (1984), however. No, this broadcast is coming from some of our favorite Lost Lighters, detailing their last will and testament.
Nautica wants to be buried on her home planet, and doesnât give a hot gay fuck what they engrave on her sparkcase. Also sheâs missing a good chunk of her face, but donât worry about that too much.
Chromedomeâs just happy that heâs dying WITH his husband this go around. Iâm sure Brainstormâs also thrilled to not have the âplease please please stop stabbing yourself in the brain to avoid the pain of being a widower Jesus Christ we canât keep doing thisâ conversation for the fifth time in a row.
Rewind takes the opportunity to poke Chromedome in the inferiority complex one last time, making his message out to Dominus Ambus. Our resident lovebirds want to âenter the afterspark simultaneouslyâ, though that seems more like something to address with whoeverâs killing them.
Over on Cybertron, in Metroplexâs titties, it would seem this broadcast is VERY wideband, as Starscream and Scoop (weâll go over whatever the fuckâs going on there in another post) witness Nightbeatâs will and testament, though considering Nightbeatâs technically undead, Iâm not sure how much legal weight it holds. Having done the whole âdyingâ thing before, Iâm sure heâs spent many a long, sleepless night thinking about how it would happen next time. Ikea Johnson wants a âNeoprimalistâ funeral, where they preserve only the head. Interesting that Nightbeat's religious sect is the same as Flywheels, the Scavenger who only existed to be a stand-in for the word "fuck".
Over on Luna 1, Red Alert is convinced that Megatron is using his gun mode to threaten Nightbeat. Fort Max isnât so sure.
Minimus shows off the most recent trick heâs learned, saying the word âfunâ with only stuttering twice. He wants to be buried on the moon, next to all of Rodimusâs failed pregnancies, and wearing the skin of a man whoâs been dead for thousands of years.
Whirl doesnât want a funeral, though youâd think heâd at least want his corpse thrown in the general direction of the Wreckersâ base, where every member gets a slot in the Zone of Remembrance as part of the onboarding. I know he got kicked out, but being shot out of a rail gun at Debris sounds roughly his speed.
Rung only requests that, should he die in his vape pen form, that he be dismantled. Heâs very committed to preventing underage smoking, and for that I commend him.
Rungâs request greatly disturbs the Scavengers, who seem to have forgone fixing the Krok-shaped hole in the wall and buying a couch more than two of them can sit on at a time, in order to afford a replacement TV, after Krok fastball-specialed a golden disc through the last one.
On another part of Cybertron, Windblade and Wheeljack watch Velocity state that she doesnât regret a single thing thatâs happened while sheâs been a part of the Lost Light. To recap, in the few months Velocityâs been aboard: Thunderclash almost died of being too perfect, Velocityâs first boss ran off to go bang a billionaire with a sword collection, Swerve almost died from too much television, her second boss ran off to get roped into the Polycule Wars, Tailgate exploded, Rung was revealed to be practicing without a license by way of a weird gibbon with a ball gag and his serial killer boyfriend, and she became the only practicing medical professional aboard a ship of over 200, after failing to pass her medical exams ten times. Oh, and she wants to be recycled.
Optimus wants to go save them, thinking that thereâs still time. However, the Lost Light isnât responding, and it doesnât actually matter anyhowâ these recording were sent out weeks ago.
Looks like thatâs a series wrap on Nautica, Chromedome, Rewind, Nightbeat, Minimus, Whirl, Rung, and Velocity! Letâs give âem a hand, folks!
Three weeks prior, on the planet of Miliarium, action is happening:
Being on your headset in the middle of a battle seems rather rude, but I suppose sacrifices to politeness have to be made, when one of your co-captains is effectively forbidden from stepping foot on any planet thatâs aware of Cybertronâs existence, given that he, yâknow, is the face of a cause that slaughtered billions over the course of millions of years.
(No, donât ask Optimus how relations with Earth are going.)
Megatron, continuing to command from orbit, tells Whirl to go help Cyclonus and Crossblades with the Rust Giantsâ longship, asking for no casualties. Which is sort of like asking a horse on cocaine to not freak out and kick someone in the head, if that horse also had guns tied to 30% of its body.
Rodimus asks Megatron if heâs enjoying himself, playing a pacifist run of a wartime strategy game with their lives, and Megatron says that heâs ârumbledâ; which Iâm not sure if Iâm search-engining wrong, but I donât know that even the British are saying that to mean theyâre right chuffed or tallywackered about a situation, or whatever. Rodimus is suddenly faced with a Rust Giant that he doesnât even come up to the knee of, but luckily we have a new superhero to save the day, by way of incredible violence.
Looks like weâre still workshopping the battle-cries.
Tailgate punched this guy so hard it caused a jump-cut to the post-battle celebration, where Rodimus shows off his multi-typefacial abilities, Megatron perpetrates his bigotry towards organics, the Cybertronians make galactic news for a not-awful reason for once, and Swerve is also here! For some reason! It looks like itâs gonna be all peaches and cream from here on, so long as we ignore the first three pages of this issue!
Hey, Cyclonus, you have to wait for him to call you, you're not an Autobot. Just because the little white guy you're Sufjan Stevens-level attached to is going, doesn't meanâ Cyclonus, hey. Hey, Cyclonus. Cyclonus. Cyclâ
Later, back on the Lost Light, class is in session. We finally get a look at those course Megatronâs been teaching, only briefly mentioned by Riptide in issue #29. The current course track is on the Knights of Cybertron, Megatron having assigned those in attendance to write essays tackling âpre-Functionist folklore and contested heritageâ.
Todayâs class consists of:
Minimus (old as balls, former high society)
Skids (the best at everything)
Brainstorm (literal genius)
Perceptor (slightly-less-literal genius)
Nautica (jack-of-all-trades brainiac and bibliophile)
Crosscut (former senator, current playwright, therefore probably has at least some sort of degree)
Nightbeat (nosy as fuck, loves to figure shit out)
Hound (former Primal Vanguard)
Thunderclash (perfect student, researcher, friend, confidante, and maybe even lover)
Grapple (not much to say here, other than heâs fucking jacked in IDW)
Xaaron (chief legal advisor for the Autobots)
And Riptide (created during the war and therefore has the least connection to Cybertron's folklore, canonically not a good test-taker)
Poor Riptide's grades donât stand a snowball's chance in hell against his peers', but good on him for sticking with the classes regardless.
This essay was assigned to help students establish context for the Knights within a world where they have not existed for millions of years, having disappeared since they embarked on their quest to Cyberutopia; a world where information creep, the slow degradation of memory as time passes, has made them into mythological figures. Megatron posits that the only thing we really know about the Knights is that they failed to do what they set out to do, as the universe is not a peaceful place, himself arguably being exhibit A of that failure. Still, he intends to use this course to help the Lost Lightâs crew understand the Knights to the best of their current, modernity-biased ability, prior to potentially meeting them. Considering that the Knights will be deciding Megatronâs fate, perhaps this is also for him to grapple with understanding his own end.
Anyway, letâs look at a plot device.
The last time we saw this symbol was during issue #46, both drawn by Grimlock on his walls, paired with the words âprepare confront repelâ, and then on some mysterious fellows who were working with Krokâs nasty little friend Demus and someone called "The Grand Architect". However, the first time we saw it was with Skids in #21, after he went through Tyrestâs space bridge and talked to a giant technicolor ball of light.
Seeing this image kickstarts Skidsâs memory, enough so that he interrupts class over it. Nautica has also seen this symbol, at an exhibit on Troja Major (a planet that Roberts will use as a dumping ground for many plot points in the sequel series to MTMTE) where it was claimed to be some sort of coat of arms. Thunderclash also knows this symbol, having seen it with his beautiful mind and kind heart in his visions, the same visions that were leading him to the Knights and allowing him to create a map to Cyberutopia. Nautica asks Skids to write out the symbol that he âheardâ phonetically into her space phone, in a move that will prove HIGHLY useful later on. Perceptor adds in his two cents, showing off that heâs wearing the âfeminineâ nose-type today, stating that he had talked to one of the Circle of Light members back in Season 1, who had theorized that the Knights of Cybertron was either originally made up of OR broke down into clans, and that the symbol/map Rodimus and Thunderclash were drawing is merely connected to part of the Knights, and that there could be others floating around.
Nightbeat thinks that all this brainstorming (which hasnât involved Brainstorm, oddly enough) is super cool and great, showing off his anime thumb in approval. When Minimus tries to give Megatron props for bringing everyone together to figure this out, he finds that Megatron is having some troubles, hunched over his podium as far as his fucked up old man toy articulation will allow. When Minimus approaches to see whatâs wrong, he gets punched clear across the room for his troubles. Then this happens:
Look, I donât care if 99.9% of the Cybertronian population can reclaim, you shouldnât just limp your wrist at your first officer in the middle of class.
No, what Megatron is actually doing is pointing the fusion cannon he doesnât have anymore, but had attached to his arm for roughly 4 million years, directly at Minimusâs tiny little skull. Quickly coming back to himself, Megatron is both horrified and mortified by what heâs done, offering nothing more but a quick apology before he dismisses the class and bolts, not even helping Minimus off of the floor.
The following day, Velocityâs paying a visit to Megatronâs room, which is STILL as barren as the most dire of single male living spaces. Velocityâs here because Megatron missed his appointment yesterday, after whatever happened in the classroom. Megatron reminds her that the weekly appointment is for him receiving his ration of âfoolâs energonâ which is meant to keep him in a weakened state, which arguably shouldnât make it medicine in the traditional sense. Velocity reminds him that he nearly knocked Minimus Ambusâs (yeah, she uses his full name, guess sheâs not been around long enough to get âjust Minimusâ privileges) block off, and that if Megatron had been at full strength, we might be dealing with a murder situation instead.
Though Minimus IS a load bearer, who regularly slings around a body three times his size, on top of weapons, so maybe not. Also, thereâs an even smaller guy inside the first mustached guy, so honestly itâd probably be fine.
Does Velocity even know about the irreducible Minimus? Is that in his medical history? Does she even know that Ultra Magnus and Minimus Ambus are the same person? Because Megatron didnât even know until they found that corpse on the quantum duplicate Lost Light, and Magnus was his lawyer for the trial as well as being his SIC. Really, what are the legal ramifications of Minimus having assumed the identity of a dead man, now that Tyrest isnât there to keep up the charade and the secret is a bit more open? Does Minimus have legal claim to Magnusâs identity, or at least ownership of the armor? Can Minimus lay claim to any property he purchased as Magnus, or that the previous Magnuses had purchased prior to their deaths? Was Minimus legally declared dead prior to undertaking the role of Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord, if only to make things easier in terms of paperwork? Can Minimus sign off on things, and if so, does he use his own signature, or Magnusâs? If he signed something as Magnus, would any contract bearing it be rendered temporarily void whenever heâs not wearing his work pants? How much of Minimusâs existence makes him cry late into the night with how legally dubious it is? Does Delta Magnus know about Ultra Magnus being a skin suit? I feel like we donât focus on how fucked up this whole situation is nearly enough.
Anyway, Velocity asks after Megatronâs medicine, probably because First Aidâs medical note-taking skills often get usurped by his need to write SpringerxReader fanfiction. She mentions that what theyâve been feeding Megatron over the last year have some side effects, which Megatron seems surprised by. Considering heâs felt sickly and crampy this whole time, the side effects are likely meant to be the intent of the medication.
Velocity then takes a gander at the dents Megatron put into his head when he had his little freakout, stating that âchemo-sedativesâ can change oneâs whole personality in extreme cases, as well as increased stress levels, as Megatron admits that the reason he crushed his head with his hands is that he heard voices screaming. However, Megatron doesnât think stress caused such a thing.
To recap how the last year has gone for Megatron: he was forced to renounce the cause he had led for the last 4 million years, became co-captain of a fucking Carnival cruise ship, had 95% of his crew disappear from reality, found a bunch of corpses, got slapped in the face by Soundwaveâs dad, had to lie to Rewindâs face to make him okay with killing himself so that everyone else might live, got shot as an infant, gaining anywhere from three-to-five fathers as a result, visited the most passive-aggressive garden in the galaxy, got stabbed in the chest and brained with a flat-screen television and then had to apologize for it, and was non-consensually hugged by a swarm of flesh-eating insects parading around in his SICâs skin suit.
Velocity gets a call on her smart watch, Swerve on the other end demanding her presence at the medibay, seeing as sheâs the only doctor on the ship now, and there are multiple people having a crisis.
Smash cut to Swerve, Cyclonus, Tailgate, Chromedome, Rewind, Rung, and Megatron standing on the bridge, their colors looking super fucked up and light bloomed out, because this is a 40-page issue with a shit-ton of detail and characters, so weâve got three colorists, two artists, and an extra inker on for this one. Theyâre meeting with Rodimus, whose fingers have shrunk down to the size of shoestring potato fries, because Swerve, Tailgate, Rewind, Rung, and Megatron heard some sort of awful noise in their brains at the exact same time. Chromedome is here to support his husband, because he loves him so, so much, kissy-noise kissy-noise. Cyclonus is here mainly to clarify that heâs a badass who no one has ever heard cry, because emotional vulnerability and expressing pain are for pussies, unless youâre doing it by way of self-harming directly onto your face meat.
Only Tailgate and Rewind actually admit to what they heard, Tailgate hearing Cyclonus berate him for falling for Getawayâs tricks and Rewind hearing Dominus berate him for not doing enough to find him. Iâd imagine both Rung and Swerve were hearing things relating to their professionalism, given that Rung fucking sucks at his job, and Swerveâs gonna fry the moment Ten gets a union sorted out. Megatron, is well, Megatron, so thereâs a litany of awful things that he could have heard.
Rodimus has Blaster reveal that the ship received a signal at the exact same time that these people had their little brain event. Brainstorm hypothesizes that what happened was some sort of psychological assault, perhaps of Galactic Council origin, as a means of testing a new brain weapon. Magnus, who has been up on an upper level with a clipboard up to this point, notes that they could trace the signal. Mainframe informs him that they have, but the origin doesnât seem to correspond to any known location in the navigation, and theyâd have to physically go there to see whatâs up. Which isnât sketchy in the slightest.
Rodimus wants to load up on his big, beautiful Rodpod with everyone, so they can find who did this and make them stop. When Magnus questions if this is a wise course of action, Rodimus uses American grammar to trip up Magnusâs British-based spellcheck, so he gets to do whatever he wants. This is a trick heâs picked up since Drift left, as the old game of âpitting my people-pleaser hippy dippy boytoy and my no-nonsense stick-up-the-ass sentient rulebook against one another, so whatever I wanted to do from the start can seem like a pleasantly centralized optionâ doesnât work very well when you replace the boytoy with a grumpy old man who tried to murder everything with a heartbeat.
Velocity wants to join the trip alongside Team Rodimus, but Mainframe has his reservations. I donât blame him, considering she is, again, the only medical doctor currently on board this ship. He suggests she take along some personal protection, just in case.
âŠI mean, heâll definitely make sure any bad guys who come her way will die horribly, if nothing else. Also, apparently the Rodpod's artificial gravity goes all the way around.
Nauticaâs spent the last few weeks tricking out the Rodpod with a fancy schmancy new teleport drive, because Rodimus was annoying her to the point where if she didnât give him what he was moaning about she might have had to kill him. Megatron is hesitant to use the drive, but after being informed that there are safety perimeters in place thatâll keep the olâ Rodimus Podimus from teleporting inside a asteroid or whatever, he pulls the level and they end up in the dark.
No, not space dark, donât be funny. Thatâs my job, and they donât pay me for it, which should tell you how dire the situation is. This is a special sort of dark. The sort of dark that leads to panic and lethal levels of quipping. Rodimus cuts the lights on, but it does very little to offset the absolutely suffocating darkness outside. Rewind notes that there arenât any stars, and Tailgate admits that he doesnât know how space works. Thatâs alright Tailgate, neither do any of the people who draw or color this comic. Youâre amongst (created by?) friends here.
The scanners reveal that thereâs something 3000 miles in front of them. And behind them. And to the left, to the right, 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonightâ that is to say, theyâre surrounded by something the size of a planet. After disabling the safety protocols on the Rodimus Podimus, the gang find themselves on the surface of Necroworld, where the Necrobot Censere lives and operates his many plinths to the living and dead. Megatron isnât exactly thrilled to be back here. Nightbeat on the other hand, is overdosing on mystery, and he couldnât be happier. Nobodyâs sure what the fuck is going on. Thereâs no time to theorize, however, as half the gang just got blown sky high.
Everyone books it back to the Rodpod to escape the dozen attack craft coming after them, but thereâs more trouble hereâ the teleport drive is dead. Which is weird, because they should have had enough juice to get to and from their little trip. When Rodimus tries to contact the Lost Light, thereâs no response. Theyâre not responding. Megatron tells him that those are two different things, mirroring the same thing Optimus said about trying to contact the Lost Light after he and Jetfire viewed the will tapes. Everyone else is busy trying to figure out who the hell could be firing on them, all of them roughly coming to the same conclusion that Cybertronians as a whole arenât terribly well liked, and the Lost Lighters have made a bit of a name (derogatory) for themselves, since they insulted the Galactic Council, caused the end of the 16-million year Stentarian war, and have ruined at least one bar with physical violence over home movies.
Rodimus tells Megatron to park the Rodpod at the Necrobotâs citadel, just in time for a missile to hit the ass-end of the shuttle, blowing off Magnusâs arm, shredding off roughly half of Nauticaâs face, and giving Cyclonus an excuse to hold Tailgate in his arms. Everyone bolts to get inside, Nautica being carried by Skids so we can further solidify the straightest pairing in the series. Once theyâre all inside, their attackers retreat, and we see where Censereâs gotten to in all this.
Letâs give him a hand, folks!
While Velocity looks over the body, Nightbeat deals with his personal Santa Claus being dead by way of trying to figure out what happened. Megatron, meanwhile, noticed that the craft that attacked them were of Decepticon design, and he tells Ravage to go check it out. Honestly, I doubt he was the only one to notice, given that all but three of the people on this trip were dealing with the Decepticons in some form or fashion all throughout the war, and could therefore identify the make of the crafts, if not the model, so Iâm not sure what the deal is with this secrecy.
Brainstorm is brought over to Nightbeat to help solve this mystery, and he promptly identifies that some of Censereâs equipment is very similar to the stuff Tyrest used for the Aequitas trials, likely used to figure out what sparkflowers to plant where. Rewind, having popped his sparkliest nipple pasties on, because he hates Censere and wants to get glitter all over his house, asks the boys to scootch on over so he can try to call the Lost Light. Nightbeat thinks that Censere tried to sabotage a signal someone else had sent in an attempt to lure Team Rodimus (and friends) to the planet, and that resulted in the brain attack that had happened earlier in the day. Unfortunately, Censere didnât spend any time with Rodimus the last time the Lost Light visited, so he didnât get a taste of the ridiculous way Rodimus likes to live his life, and why the psychic attack wouldnât work.
Rewind gets the phone working, calling Rodimus over to get on the horn. Magnus stands in the background, showing off his grievous amputation. After a bit of fiddling with the settings on their end, the Lost Light makes official contact with Team Rodimus.
Getaway, last we saw him, was very much in prison, but Rodimus isnât going to focus on that niggling little detail right now, as he asks for the Lost Light to swing by to pick up the team so they donât all die. Getaway sort of DOES want to focus on that detail, however, as he very much didnât appreciate being fetish fuel throughout the holiday season, and, despite his name, didnât actually escape that setup. No, Getaway had help.
Man, guess Megatron shouldâve reconsidered failing Riptide on his essay.
Speaking of Megatron, he walks up about now to see what all the hubbubâs about. Rodimus, looking like heâs about to cry, realizes that Mainframe lied to them about not being able to track the signal. Getaway gives him points for getting that right, but really, he wants to drive home the point that the entirety of the crew wanted Megatronâs little pals off the ship. And thatâs what itâs really about, at the end of the day. Getaway hates that high command gave Megatron a party cruise to live out his last days on, last days that might not even happen, with the track record of this goddamned quest. Heâs sick of Rodimus and pals acting like this whole arrangement isnât an affront to every single life thatâs been snuffed out because of Megatronâs actions.
Everyone other than Whirl seems pretty bummed out by these accusations. Swerve pipes up, enraged that heâs been doomed to die alongside everyone elseâ he doesnât even LIKE Megatron. Getaway reveals that at some point or another, he and Atomizer (the interior designer turned bowman, youâll recall) approached every single crew member and asked if they thought Megatron deserved to have a second chance and also, completely unrelated, but what would you do in the event of a coup? Anyone who didnât provide a desirable answer got visited by the nudge gun fairyâ that gun that can fire thought into your brain, or just erase memories if fired dry. The collection of headaches main cast have been experiencing over the last several issues? The side effect of being shot. Skids especially does not like this reveal.
Of course, Getaway isnât just upset with Megatronâs leadershipâ heâs also mad as hell whatâs supposed to be a trip to find their ancestors, who will guide them back onto the straight and narrow, has, in actuality, been Rodimusâs midlife crisis road trip. Getaway wasnât even here for Rodimus and Driftâs ass-slapping contests and insulting galactic officials who want the Cybertronians dead, but he didnât need to be. He took one look at the Rodpod and decided he needed to kill Rodimus right then and there.
Rodimus, at this point, remembers the list Atomizer had offered him back during the trial. Magnus, biting his lip at the idea of a list existing, asks what thatâs all about, and Rodimus explains. Getaway really was hoping that Rodimus would take the bait, so he couldâve blackmailed Rodimus into stepping down and letting literally anyone else take over. Probably Magnus, at that point in the timeline, given that he hadnât gotten buddy-buddy with Megatron yet. Unless Getaway considers acting as someoneâs lawyer under order of the space pope as being too close to an individual.
Getaway decides that this conversation has reached its natural conclusion, as heâs got questing to get done, and it should be moving at a pretty even clip now, since heâs excised all the distractions. Rodimus swears to come after him, but Getaway doubts itâll happen, given whatâs happening next.
While this debacle has been happening, Ravage has been busy searching a crash site, trying to uncover the identity of who the hellâs decided to attack them. Tarn commits a microagression at him, before firing his twin fusion cannons.
The call ends, Getaway cutting off the comm to all contact.
Ravage shows back up at this point, to give everyone the bad news.
Nightbeat, honey, the tragedy is in the opposite direction.
Now, thatâs technically the finale of the main story, but thereâs a little bonus comic attached to the end, acting as a sort of sideways epilogue to hint at what Getaway and his merry band of mutineers will be getting up to, since we arenât seeing them again for a bit.
Our little backup strip begins right before the original launch of the Lost Light, where we see some guys we havenât seen since the 2012 Annual issue. Shock and Ore wander around what will one day become Swerveâs, Shock convinced that this ship is actually the ship they lost 5 million years prior, the Unitrex-1. Ore isnât so sure, but as the readers, we saw the exact moment that Unitrex-1 disappeared in issue #38, after Rodimus forgot to wash his hands while putting the quantum engine together. Shock, wanting to prove that heâs right, fumbles around in the dark, looking for the graffiti he carved into the underside of a table. Ore gets a call on his space Blackberry while heâs doing this, and we finally get the other half of that call Prowl made in issue #1, after he failed to get Chromedome to stay on Cybertron. The Duobots have 20 minutes to get Overlordâs massive, lippy ass on the ship. Knowing that that isnât a ton of time, the two quickly book it out of the bar, leaving the spectral form of Skids to look really bummed out.
Later, at Swerveâs grand (secret) opening, we see some more old faces.
Whoa now, Drift, youâre not supposed to be back until next issue!
Pipes thinks heâs been cursed to not have friends, since Hubcap is still at his dead-end job with the Wreckers, and Riptide was too busy being in a coma to come say goodbye. How rude!
Drift doesnât seem to particularly want Pipes around more than necessary, pushing him to be friends with Rewind, who he describes as having kind eyes. Whether Drift is doing this to keep Pipes safe from overhearing any Overlord-related secrets, keeping his ass-slapping and sexually-tense sword training time with Rodimus safe, or just because he finds Pipes to be mildly annoying isnât clear. Pipes, however, is looking for more than friendshipâ heâs looking to bone down.
Pipesâs ideal partner is wide as they are tall, with tits to match and at least one alt-mode that he can use as a yacht. Drift tells him he can introduce him to Tailgate, though something tells me Pipes isnât really Tailgateâs type, given that he can actually say what he means and doesnât have some fucked-up facial situation.
Itâs really too bad that Pipes died, because I bet he would have loved Nautica, and he would have REALLY loved Nickel.
Later still, we see all of our doctors togetherâ even Ambulon is there! In one piece, even! Ambulon wants to tell First Aid something, and First Aid automatically tries to make it a cosmetic thing, because of COURSE Ambulon would be insecure about his bad skin, and what he really needs is a better cleanser. What Ambulon actually wants to talk about, though, is his alt mode, and the fact that the puns involved with being part of a Combiner make him want to die. First Aid understands, but Swerve, known menace to society, might not be so compassionate, as he throws a grenade into the back of Ambulonâs head, triggering his transformation. Ambulon is mortified, and Swerve does the thing that Ambulon literally just said he hates. First Aid continues to rip flakes of paint off of Ambulon, as the specter of Velocity watches, looking pretty bummed about the fact that she never got to be part of banter like this.
Later on than that, Rewind and a wheelchair-bound Rung are in the currently-empty Swerveâs, as Rewind calls Chromedome to gather up one of the groups for those storytelling circles Rewind organized to try to fix Rungâs brain. He hangs up, then tells Rung that once his brain works again, theyâre going to have a goddamned chat about Dominus Ambus, which is only mildly hampered in its threat by the fact that Rewind standing is barely the same height as Rung sitting down.
Rewind then gets to work writing out the story map for when the âShadowplayâ group gets there, as the specter of Chromedome reaches out longingly for the dead version of his husband. He laments that this Rewind died without closure, but the ghostly specter of Rung reminds him that there are rules to this, and they have to leave now. Not sure why Rungâs here to watch himself be threatened by Pipsqueak McGee. Is he actually doing his job for once, helping guide someone through their grief? I doubt it, since Chromedome isnât a hottie bo-body like Skids, and his problems havenât (directly, at least) caused the sort of trouble that make entire star systems hate you like Megatron.
Later, during the Overlord disaster, Perceptor sprints into Swerveâs, shouting for a medic, as the rest of the battered and beaten watch. Hoist, himself hooked up to the wall by some sort of cable, while wearing his extra-special Rodimus Star, offers to help, though heâs technically an engineer, and whatever heâs gonna do probably wonât have any consideration for the soul or ability to feel pain. Perceptor was using Tripodecaâ sweet, beloved, friend to all, who was the star of the post-Overlord mass funeral Tripodecaâ as a, uh, tripod for his rifle, when Overlord probably noticed that the olâ science sniper looked sort of familiar and did a lilâ grabbing with his big nasty hands. Hoist asks if Perceptor is going to stop Overlord, and considering how things went the last time Overlord was the star of the show, I doubt Perceptor thought he was gonna get lucky twice in terms of survival, especially when Overlord is riGHT BEHIND HIM OH GOD LORDY JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH
How Perceptor survived this isn't clear, but we know he did, as he continued to show up in the story past issue #15 in a decidedly alive, non-paste form. His specter watches this scene unfold, expression unreadable.
Post-Luna 1, Swerve stands in his ruined bar dejectedly, when he realizes that quite a few people have shown up to help him clean up the mess, as long as he promises to reward their hard work with reopening once itâs done. As everyone works to get things back in order, Swerve tells them to keep an eye out for a non-trashed Legislator that he could use as a bouncer, once he fucks around with its head enough to make it do what he wants. Tenâs specter watches as his shitty boss and arguable father is gifted the body that would become him, making a note to get his union going with a bit more urgency.
Later, on the day of the âFuck Off Megatron 2-for-1 Drink Dealâ, Crosscut leads Riptide, Mirage, and Nautica on a tour of the ship. Mirage notes that Swerveâs is a bit of a dive, not suited to his refined tastes in the slightest. In a booth, Getaway and Atomizer have boxed Mainframe in on either side to have a little chat. Swerve and Bluestreak talk television, Bluestreak making a little jab at MTMTEâs second season not being quite as well-received by fans as the first. Over at the bar, Highbrow and Perceptor talk about Quark, while Brainstorm watches while having his briefcase, which he is NOT supposed to have in here.
Crosscut goes on about this bar being where all things happen and where bittersweet is the most often-felt emotion, then calls Trailcutter/blazer an alcoholic as he dances on the ceiling. The specters of just about everyone on the ship watch their fallen friend, enjoying the moment and missing him terribly, as Perceptor brings them back to the here and now of the story, which turns out to be just after the holiday special, judging by the Christmas lights.
Minimus asks if this is safe, and Perceptor says that it is, as nobody can actually interact with the past, because Brainstorm is the only one whoâs ever actually perfected that tech, not that this isnât his fault either. It turns out that when you try to fly against the stream of time as it naturally occurs, you tear a few thousand itty bitty holes on the way to perfecting the process. Perceptorâs found a way to let others view the past, at least for a little while. Minimus is fine with it, as long as everyone continues to behave, and it seems like they are, as everyone mingles in Swerveâs.
The two of them sit down, Megatron handing Minimus what Iâm sure is a mocktail, and Perceptor explains that while the window into the past is closing for now, it may open back up in the future. When Rodimus asks when that might be, he then immediately decides that he doesnât want to know, instead wanting to have a fun little surprise for later. They donât get very many of those, fun surprises.
As everyone toasts to the dead and to future adventures, the specter of Getaway watches on, smug as hell.
Thatâs the end of âNo Guns, No Swords, No Briefcasesâ but that is STILL not the end of the issue! It never ends, this thing! Because the number 50 is very big and impressive, obviously this is a double-sized spectacular, and has to cap off with a note from the man himselfâ James Roberts.
And then after that we get a new notes from fans, but this is already obscenely long and I think I can show you the crux of what theyâre all saying right here: MTMTE (2012) is fucking good. Itâs a good series. Make your goddamn family, friends, coworkers, librarians, and goldfish read it. Share it with people youâve never met. Get a long-term personal project out of it. Get long-term friends out of it. Get a long-term romantic partner out of it. If I can do it, so can you!
I took a break, after piecemealing posts for a year. It wasn't that I wasn't enjoying doing this, just that I wasn't enjoying it ENOUGH. My litmus for doing these is roughly that if I'm not actively smiling thinking about these comics, it's borderline impossible to keep up with, especially when the next issue was #50, an absolute monster of 40 pages, AND I had to get a new art program, as Adobe had finally taken away my pirated copy of Photoshop.
So I did some other stuff. Listened to some podcasts. Came out to some friends. Had my roommate move out. Bought a couch. Quit my godawful retail job, got a couple museum positions that are significantly more fulfilling. Started the Skybound comics (pretty good in terms of action, ready to see where DWJ is gonna take the thing with Optimus losing parts of himself to the war, both literally and figuratively). Wrote some stuff for myself. Did some IRL work for Palestine.
Now that I've actually taken a rest, my appreciation for the series has renewed, and I'm ready to come back and finish what I've started. I've always wanted to reach the end, if only so I can say that I did. At this point, it's overdue.
I've got the drive, I've got the time, I've got fun ideas for shit to draw, and I'm ready to be back!
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