[ Transformers x Marine! Reader ]
Your new body feels unbearably heavy. Every step you take feels like dragging stones shackled to your ankles. You don’t know where you are, who these machines are, or what has happened to you—but one thing is certain, if you stop moving now, you’ll die again.
Another aircraft tears through the sky with an explosive roar. The sonic boom rattles your frame, almost like it echoes inside your head. You stumble from the force, your balance faltering—
You lose your footing, tumbling down a slope. Your body slams against the ground—though it doesn’t feel like ground. You push yourself upright with a grunt, shaking off the shock.
Underneath you lies a corpse.
Not a human—but another robot. A portion of his chest is completely gone, blown open as if something had detonated from inside. His optics are dark, and trails of blue liquid—glowing and faintly pulsing—seep from the wound.
You gasp and scramble back instinctively, breath caught in your throat.
You don't even get a second to think.
Heavy footsteps echo across the debris-strewn ground. You freeze, eyes darting around before diving behind a fallen beam of metal. You crouch low and takes a peek from your hiding place.
There. A red robot sprints into view. He’s smaller than the others you've seen—but still taller than you. He has sleek armor, a pair of horn-like shapes jutting from either side of his head. He stumbles mid-stride, collapsing to the ground as he coughs violently—spitting out the same blue liquid.
He clutches his side, plating cracked and sparking. He’s in pain.
More footsteps. Heavier. Louder. They shake the ground beneath your feet.
Three towering figures—massive, easily twice the size of the red bot. Their armor is jagged and dark, glinting under the flickering lights of the burning sky.
"There's nowhere to escape, Autobot scout," one growls with a chuckle. The red bot lifts his head, eyes flickering weakly.
"Where are your precious friends, huh?" the second one mocks, his voice dripping with mockery, "Did they abandon you?". The third steps forward, his tone colder. “How tragic.”
The three of them close in, chuckling darkly at the pathetic sight before them. Without warning, they begin to beat the red bot mercilessly—fists slamming into his frame, boots crushing down. Sparks burst from his wounds. The sound is unbearable.
Your hands tremble. Your teeth clench.
You don't even know what you are right now. You don't know who they are. But you know that red bot needs help, you hate when others take pleasure in beating someone who is incapable of fighting.
Without thinking, you step out from behind the beam.
Your voice rings loud across the ruined battlefield.
The three towering bots freeze mid-blow, slowly turning to face you. Their expressions twist in confusion and amusement.
"Oh? What’s this?" the first one hums, tilting his head. He saunters toward you with heavy steps, stopping just before you. He towers above you, casting a long shadow. “A neutral? Didn’t know we had one of those crawling around here.”
Behind him, the red robot lifts his head weakly, optics flickering.
“Wh… What are you doing…?” he mumbles hoarsely. There’s disbelief in his voice—and fear. He doesn’t want someone else to get caught up in this.
Your gaze stays fixed on the brutes in front of you, heart pounding within your chest. Not out of fear.
But out of anger and determination.
You won't let them get away.
Rank : Marine Captain (former)
Height : 6'9 (Human), 10'6 (Cybertronian)
Personality : Good-hearted, compassionate, and unwavering in her sense of justice. Though new to the world of Cybertron, she carries with her the same desire to protect the innocent and a deep understanding of the need for balance.
Martial Arts : Skilled in hand-to-hand combat, honed during her time in the Marines.
Armament Haki : The ability to harden her body and weapons to enhance her offensive capabilities.
Advanced Observation Haki : A heightened sense of awareness, enabling her to detect danger and predict movements in combat.
Born into a proud lineage of Marines, (Y/n) was raised with the deep-rooted values of justice and duty. Her family, revered for their service to the Marines, inspired her to follow in their footsteps. Despite knowing the darker side of the World Government and its often questionable actions, (Y/n) chose to become a Marine to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. She believed in justice, not for the Government's corruption, but for the innocent lives that needed safeguarding.
Her life, however, was tragically cut short at the hands of an ordinary citizen who had been forced to kill her by the Cross Guild Pirates. Stabbed in cold blood, she passed on, but not without understanding the desperation of the man who took her life. His regret was evident, and her final thoughts were of him and his family.
Now, as a newly forged Cybertronian, she finds herself in an unfamiliar and war-torn world. Struggling to make sense of her new existence, (Y/n) still holds onto her values, determined to protect those who cannot defend themselves in this strange new realm. Though her new form is smaller than other Cybertronian and her alt-mode remains unknown, she continues to fight for what is right, regardless of the chaos around her.
Current Status : Recently online and still adjusting to the new world.
Appearance : Her sleek, sharp, and angular design features smooth lines, and her (e/c) optics glow with a quiet intensity as she navigates this new existence.
A/n : Above is an Ai-generated image for visualization.
In this universe, I will determine each of the characters heights. (Y/n) is much smaller than Swerve, Tailgate and Rewind. The other mechs are twice the size of their original continuity.
