#dreadwing

Me and @transformers-insanity​ made this AU where the Autobots/Decepticons were apart of fashion shows, strutting it on the runway and showing off pretty designs! Here’s how each of the characters would fit in this AU.

AUTOBOTS

• Optimus: CEO/Designer
• Ultra Magnus: Stage Manager
• Bulkhead: Stage Hand
• Wheeljack: Stage Hand
• Arcee: Model/Tech
• Bumblebee: Model/Tech/Photography
• Ratchet: Events/Doctor
• Smokescreen: Model
• Cliffjumper: Stage Hand/Model

DECEPTICONS

• Megatron: CEO/Designer
• Starscream: Model/Stage Manager
• Soundwave: Stage Manager
• Knockout: Model/Makeup/Hair
• Breakdown: Stage hand
• Dreadwing: Tech/Stage Hand
• Skyquake: Tech/Stage Hand
• Shockwave: Set Design/Effects/Contacts
• Arachnid: Model/Makeup
• Hardshell: Stage Hand

PREDACONS

• Predaking: Model
• Skylynx: Model
• Darksteel: Model

HUMANS

• Miko: Shadow/Intern
• Jack: Shadow/Intern
• Raf: Tech/Intern
• June: On Hand Nurse
• Fowler: Event Coordinator
• Silas: Local Gossip Magazine

Just in time for Easter weekend! I hope everyone is having a great day! Many thanks to @lonemaximal, as I wish them the best in whatever may be going on.

A flame grew within a cave. Badger sighed, sitting down next to Daffodil. The femme Vehicon slept, huddling close to the fire. Badger looked at his partner. He did so much, yet it would mean more time to survive. Help wouldn’t come to them, it sank his Spark.

     Daffodil started to open her optics. The fire was glowing against her face. “You got some firewood.” Daffodil stated. “I also tried to contact the Nemesis again, no reply. We’re still on our own.” Badger sighed. (The femme Vehicon held his servo) “I hope someone hears our cries.” Daffodil said. (She huddled close to him) “So do I.” Badger sighed. (Daffodil rested her helm to his neck) “At least we’re together.” Daffodil hummed. “Yep, the Vehicon Defense, keep a partner close and pray you make it.” Badger chuckled. (Both watched the fire continue to burn. The flame of their hope against the darkness of the outside.

    Further out in the snow, Vehicons rested by trees away from a road. Dreadwing stood in place, watching his soldiers trying their best to repair themselves. His cannon was in his grip, a finger on the trigger in case any tried to sneak up on him. The fight was sudden, left his group injured. It all felt strange but familiar. Dreadwing closed his optics, starting to piece together forgotten memories.

     A damaged blue Seeker huddled close to a piece of a broken bridge. He held his cannon, aiming at any Autobot who got close. It was war, where no one knew if they would live. The sun was setting in the city, but the night wouldn’t deter him. Dreadwing lied down, feeling the cold of the ground meet his warm armor. There were faint voices nearby. The Seeker noticed lights getting closer. He aimed his cannon at them until he noticed the Decepticon symbols on their chests. Must be a attempt by a rescue team. The mechs came up to him, one of them knelt down, revealing bright yellow optics)

    “You’re alive.” The mech stated. “We know Breakdown, got to get out of here!” Another growled. “I know, please don’t do that.” Breakdown whimpered. (Dreadwing got up, snarling at the self-repaired wound on his torso. One mech came up to him, another with yellow optics, now having a golden faceplate. Much like the previous one that he saw. The mech nodded before turning to the tallest of the group) “Autobot reinforcements are coming.” A mech said. “Are you sure you can handle it Dead End?” Breakdown muttered. “Yes, I’ll teleport and you assist in getting the only survivor out of this dying city.” Dead End said. (Within a blink of an eye, he vanished in a bright light. Two other mechs came up to the Seeker, both with yellow and black armor. They lifted him, starting to walk away from the chaos. Dreadwing looked at the team, trying to find words to say. For right now, he knew there were two. Breakdown and Dead End. Everything turned to black as the memories mixed with reality.

    He looked at the frost coating the sky. Dead End, one of Breakdown’s siblings, but didn’t he die? A figure came up to him) “Sir?” Someone asked. (Dreadwing turned to face a femme Vehicon. Her armor was tense as she stared at his golden faceplates) “Yes?” Dreadwing asked. “I need to talk to you, somewhere that the others can’t see us.” The Vehicon requested. (The SIC nodded, watching as the soldier pushed away some trees.

    Both stepped onto a cliff, finding a vast forest and waterfall beyond their optics. Dreadwing starred as the Vehicon came up to him) “And what is this about?” Dreadwing asked. “I saw you at the Battle of Ika, you defeated the Autobots before they could kill me or my friends. The way you fought, I felt something inside of me open up. After that fight, I tried to make things that would appear to you. All fell through, except for what you wear.” The femme Vehicon explained. (Dreadwing looked at the bracelet before back at the femme) “It was you.” Dreadwing stated. “Yes, I made it because I love you.” The Vehicon whispered. She hugged the SIC, her armor trembling as she waited for him to reject her. It was stupid, everyone knew how foolish she was for attempting this, but it was her one chance to try.

    Dreadwing stared at her, how cold her frame was against his warmth. He exhaled, raising his arms to keep her close. This was ridiculous, everyone, including him all looked down at these soldiers. They fought, they died, but she was the first to feel this way. He closed his optics, the bracelet on his servo brushing the Vehicon’s back. Both stayed together, two birds huddled for warmth, waiting for the storm to pass.

Hi everyone! I’m really happy to return to writing this alongside my other stories. Really wish to give thanks to @lonemaximal, for being great support.

The blizzard wind rushed through the remaining jets. All bearing frost on their wings; flying above a frozen road. No Vehicons in sight, if the snow hasn’t caught them. A Vehicon nicknamed Giddy flew up to Tim. “Do you think the blizzard is the reason for the loss of the signal?” Giddy asked. “It’s harder to get a signal. How can this Earth element effect us?” Dreadwing questioned. (He flew further ahead in the snow; the surviving Vehicons continuing to follow. The femme Vehicon went closer to Dreadwing)

    “Commander?” The Vehicon asked. “Yes.” Dreadwing replied. “I wondered on what happened to you, how did you end up on those cliffs?” The femme asked. “A previous blizzard occurred during my search. Far stronger than this; it blew me off course. I crashed into one of those structures and rested till you came.” Dreadwing said. “Did we disturb you?” The Vehicon asked. “No, I needed to return to my mission.” Dreadwing said. “Dreadwing, sir!” Tim cried. (The mech and femme paused, noticing Tim diving towards the ground. Those still alive followed, escaping the clouds.

    The Vehicons and Dreadwing landed onto the ice cold asphalt. Particles attaching themselves to their armor. All noticed Tim running to something covered in show. He brushed it away and gasped. A Vehicon lay buried in snow, frozen in the position he died in. The femme Vehicon trembled, looking up at Dreadwing. He approached the body and glanced on Tim)

“Autobots.” Dreadwing growled. “Knock Out must’ve told them and now their looking for Breakdown.” Giddy growled. (Dreadwing sighed, the cold wind started to get harsh. Snow flew through the air, trees started to become harder to see. More bodies revealed from the harsh conditions. The femme Vehicon approached the others, tripping on a pile of snow. She stood up; armor shaking from both fear and the cold. The femme glanced at the pile, noticing movement) “Everyone!” The Vehicon called. (Dreadwing and the two Vehcions went up to her. She pointed to the pile of snow moving.

    Tim and Giddy dug through the ice, pulling out Abby. She moaned, red visor flashing) “Primus your lucky!” Giddy yelled. “Hmm? Am I dead?” Abby asked. “No, now we need to contact base. What happened while we were gone?” Tim asked. “I saw red and yellow cars, they attacked us. Killed everyone.” Abby sighed. “Knock Out and Bumblebee; they’re looking for Breakdown as well.” Tim sighed. (Abby started to stand up, except her frame refused to move)

    “No, save your strength.” The Vehicon said. (They stared on the wounded Vehicon) “I can’t get a signal from down here. Will have to try somewhere else.” Dreadwing growled. “We can’t separate, Abby will die without us.” The Vehicon said. (The Seeker glared upon the femme; Tim approached Dreadwing)

    “We’ll find higher ground or hope that this blizzard ends soon.” Tim said. “Then there’s one choice.” Dreadwing said. (He started to walk away. Abby looked at Tim and Giddy) “Have any other ideas?” Abby asked. “I do have some nets, if your alright with flying high up.” Giddy said. “Which type of net?” Abby asked. “Sleep Net.” Giddy answered. (Silence; the winged femme Vehicon sighed before walking up to Dreadwing. Her optics on the bracelet)

    “Commander Dreadwing?” The Vehicon asked. “What?” Dreadwing replied. “I’ve mentioned it before, that bracelet, it looks good on you.” The Vehicon whispered. (She looked away, still able to notice a thin smile on her Comamnder’s face) “It reminds me of my brother. And a bit of my past.” Dreadwing said. “What happened?” The Vehicon asked. “Do you know of Orniths?” Dreadwing asked. “No, my life began near the end of the fighting on Cybertron. Information about those things didn’t matter. At least, to everyone around me.” The Vehicon said. (She glanced back at the three Vehicons wrestling each other)

    “In Seeker culture, an Orniths is mean to represent many things. Most wear these long chains during celebrations. Pieces of metal would dangle from them. Often bearing a symbol of what they wish for the most.” Dreadwing explained. “Did you get one?” The Vehicon asked. “Yes, long before the war; I received oone from a close friend. Her Ornith represented love, that she had affection for me. Except, my Sire disagreed.” Dreadwing answered. “Why did he not like it?” The Vehicon asked. “He wanted me and my twin to ignore those emotions. Most considered him crazy after a nightmare he had. About a war, how he would lose me, Skyquake, and our Carrier. He trained Skyquake and I to where we are now.” Dreadwing explained. “Do you still feel those emotions, when their buried away by all the years of fighting?” The Vehicon asked. “No. I’m not meant to show others of weakness. My Sire destroyed her Ornith to ensure I wouldn’t let my emotions control me.” Dreadwing answered. “Then, why do you keep the bracelet?” The Vehicon asked.

    (Dreadwing paused, red optics focused on the emeralds and diamonds. Why did he accept this gift when he should’ve destroyed it? The SIC looked at the soldier) “You seem interested in this, did you make it?” Dreadwing asked. “No, where did you find it?” The Vehicon asked. “At a mine during my mission for Knock Out. I woke to the sight of a box contianing this and a message. I’m still curious about who would give me this. And to know who it was.” Dreadwing answered. (The Vehicon lowered her helm)

    “Um, Commander; there’s one last thing I wanted to tell you.” The Vehicon said. (Dreadwing stared at her, ignoring the ice coating his armor) “Yes?” Dreadwing asked. (She froze; Spark racing) “Um, I saw you in the war back on Cybertron. When the Guardians started their rampage against us Vehicons. You and your brother appeared and destroyed many of them. Which allowed us to escape. I never got the chance to thank you for saving us that day.” The Vehicon explained. (Dreadwing nodded) “We needed soldiers to survive; it was quite hard to battle the Guardians. Knowing that they would’ve killed me or my brother in their grip.” Dreadwing answered. “That and I, well.” The Vehicon paused. “Well?” Dreadwing asked. (She lowered her helm, Spark pulsing faster. All till they heard shouting from behind.

      Both saw Giddy and Tim dragging Abby, now trapped in a Sleep Net) “Wait for us!” Tim yelled. (Dreadwing sighed) “We will talk at another time.” Dreadwing said. (He walked off, the femme Vehicon stared at the snow) “Will I ever get the courage?” The Vehicon thought.

    Hiding behind snow covered trees, two mechs stood on a mound of snow. Their optics focused on the four on the frozen road. Dead End sighed) “Wildrider and Drag Strip already made this situation worse. And their too busy racing in circles and not looking for our brother.” Dead End mused. “Once I get my servos on them, I’ll grind them to dust.” Motormaster growled. “Still; how is Breakdown able to slip by us. Might’ve died already and we forgot.” Dead End said. (He got a slap to the back of his helm)

    “Enough Dead End, we came here to see what Megatron’s soldiers are up too. Now knowing their alive, alongside two more, those two know how to mess up.” Motormaster growled. “Well, what now?” Dead End asked. “Keep an optic on them and try to also find our other two brothers. I’ll continue the search for Breakdown and give Knock Out a little visit.” Motormaster ordered. (Dead End nodded, he stared as his older brother vanished) “What a busy day.” Dead End sighed.

Me, thinking about Altered Loyalties: Hmm yes, I can choose who gets to live :)

Me, looking at @turrondeluxe‘scomic and thinking of narrative parallels: And I can choose who stays dead… :)))

Oh, alas Dreadwing, your mission to set out and kill Airachnid - with the assistance of Breakdown - led thee with a dead ‘Con after all, and a rouge on the loose to boot. I wonder which other flight frame Seeker commander had a fatality on a mission, something with a little bot and some slicing of joints?

That’s right ladies, gentlemen and felons! That’s Starscream, bitches!

Imagine this, though many of the trials and tribulations have changed between the death of Skyquake and the first interaction between Starscream and Dreadwing, not only have both commanders lost a mecha on their first formal mission in so long- they just so happened to lose bots that had a bond with a very much still living ally.

But the question is, do I dare entertain these musings? Do I wish to go down this path, what will I gain? Perhaps this relatability, the mutual failings they had for the other half of a departed, will be the shift Starscream pushes for Dreadwing to rethink him- to see Starscream as he is now rather than in the past, and see how Megatron comparably now falls short to this treacherous Second-in-Command. Perhaps, it is with this understanding that it was the fault of the killer - or whichever event led to the death of their lost comrades - that Skyquake and Breakdown are slain, torn asunder and the bodies- where are the bodies?

Or perhaps… things get worse before they get better. Perhaps Dreadwing still finds his brother’s death the fault of Starscream, who led him on a mission that ended up his last, for he too blames himself for the loss of Knock Out’s conjux. It was his fault a spark was lost that day, it was his fault that it wasn’t the sly mecha he was told to kill, and it was his fault that the corpse was nothing more than splattered energon in the dirt.

Where was the FUCKING BODY!?

And it’s that spiralling, that hatred both strawmanned and self-inflicted - pin the blame on a face you know, on a reflection in the mirror - that could play parallel to Starscream. Starscream who has always been blamed for the failings and faults of others, of situations that could not have been predicted, of the numbers lost to the Allspark. Of the blame held only by Megatron towards the poor sod stuck as his Second-in-Command, the bot he keeps the closest not as a reward, but as a caution.

Oh, what better position would it be to keep your conniving bastard, the one that so desperately desires to overthrow your position as top dog of the Decepticons, than to be right by your ever watchful side. A general - a LORD - with one eye open towards his SiC, paired with the one and only ‘eyes and ears of the Decepticons’ Third-in-Command Soundwave to be the optics in the back to Megan’s helm.

And what a lovely position to give a mecha who’s lost his ever loyal brother, who began to slip from his grasp (he was so sure of it at the disgust in the green twin’s eyes) when the ever grand warlord himself grew a fascination for the living dead. What a wondrous gift to give a mecha who’s lost his everything, one who does not fully understand what his position truly means in the eyes of his lord, and will surely stop at nothing - nothing but his morals - to appease the Decepticon cause.

Surely, what a grand position to give a mecha, where the almighty lord himself can push the boundaries of what Dreadwing considers ‘honour’.

I mean, where else are you going to start ‘convincing’ Dreadwing that ‘desecration of corpses is good actually’ if not as a SiC being told to help cut off an arm from a centuries - MILLENIA - old corpse of a long since dead and now desecrated body of a Prime.

But do I, even after all this ‘parallel narratives’ talk (as if trying to convince myself to go through it), wish to uh… forcefully divorce the beloved couple of Knock Out and Breakdown? Do I believe, with the entire story of Altered Loyalties at my fingertips, that this is the only way for a narrative parallel between Starscream and Dreadwing play out? To change their relationship to one another because both of them, their fault or no, are in part related to the death of a bonded spark?

Maybe the scenario will not come to fruition in the first place, there are MANY things I can change between my rewritten ‘Students and Masters’ Skyquake death (with all the hints of backstory and now actual character with a few episodes of ‘being alive’ before exiting stage left) and the original episode ‘Triangulation’ of rouge Starscream and Lieutenant Dreadwing despising one another. After all, I still have some ideas brewing about Cliffjumper and freaking Makeshift, for heaven’s sake! It’s a long way to be rewritten and thought about between the fricking pilot and season fricking two, haha!

Who knows, only I will- with further thinking, at least.

:)

Stay tuned.

oh- they put the tag limit to 30 now- oh… my rambling…

Some Transformers Prime Decepticons