PREVIOUSLY ON TRANSFORMERS PRIME...
[The screen flickers with heavy static, accompanied by the deep, resonant thrum of a grinding bass synth. The classic, booming voice of the Narrator echoes through the void—though he sounds like he's judging the script.]
SYSTEM: "A nineteen-year-old college student, fueled by caffeine and the sheer audacity of finals week, met his untimely end at the hands of... organic chemistry."
[FLASH: A blurry image of a desk covered in instant noodle cups and glowing PDF notes.]
SYSTEM: "But death was merely a career change. Reborn as the legendary 'Defective Titan' Aurelyon, our hero realized two things very quickly."
[FLASH: A massive, 1,000-meter-long mechanical silhouette buried deep beneath the rock. Glowing optics snap open.]
SYSTEM: "One: She is now a city-sized female Cybertronian. Two: Being buried under Jasper, Nevada for four million years is terrible for your complexion."
[FLASH: A translucent blue screen pops up: {Congratulations, the surgery was a success—you're a girl now.}]
AURELYON (Voiceover the system): "SYSTEM! I told you to stop voiceovering like were in a tv show!" ヽ (`Д´#)ﾉ
SYSTEM (ᵕ ´ ∇ ˋ ˶): "With a snarky System, a 'Magic Brush' of destiny, and a cross-dimensional group chat featuring a billionaire, a god of cube, and a furry in a bat costume—Aurelyon is ready to face the world."
[FLASH: An explosion in the upper atmosphere. Green energy ripples across the sky.]
SYSTEM: "But as the Space Bridge collapses and the Great War arrives at her doorstep... the Titan must ask herself: Can she save the world without accidentally stepping on it?"
Chapter continuation: .5
Deep beneath the sleepy, dusty town of Jasper, Nevada, the tectonic plates were having a very bad day.
"System, define 'Just'," Aurelyon thought, her consciousness expanding through miles of layered igneous rock and sediment. "Because right now, 'Just' feels a lot like being a giant metal sardine in a stone can."
[Ding!][System: 'Just' is currently defined as the 14,000 tons of pressure you are exerting on the local fault line. Also, Batman says you should stop 'lurking' in the chat and contribute to the discussion on orbital mechanics.]
Aurelyon ignored the notification. She had bigger problems. Specifically, the fact that her long-range sensors—currently calibrated to 'I am like a literal satellite station'—had just picked up a massive surge of Energon explosion on the upper atmosphere.
It was the Space Bridge. The opening act of the show she had obsessed over in her past life was happening right above her head.
"Wind Cutter," Aurelyon's voice echoed through her own internal corridors, sounding less like a person and more like a vibrating cathedral.
The City Speaker, her newly formed avatar, stood at attention within the Spark Chamber. The slender, winged femme bowed, her silver-white armor shimmering in the ambient blue glow of the Titan's core. "I am here, my Titan. The systems are primed. The Matter Dissolution Furnace is... well, it's currently eating a very large vein of quartz, but it's ready."
"Good," Aurelyon's consciousness grinned. "Because the neighborhood just got a lot noisier. It's time we showed the Autobots and Decepticons that Earth isn't just a rock."
She began to cycle her processors. For the first time in millions of years, the massive, spine-like halos on her back began to glow with a faint, celestial gold light.
"It's time to wake up."
[System Warning: If you stand up too fast, you will delete the local Starbucks. Proceed?]
"...I'll be careful," Aurelyon grumbled. "Probably."
Chapter 1: Continuation
Deep beneath the sleepy, dusty town of Jasper, Nevada, the tectonic plates were having a very bad day.
"System, define 'Just'," Aurelyon thought, her consciousness expanding through miles of layered igneous rock and sediment. "Because right now, 'Just' feels a lot like being a giant metal sardine in a stone can."
[Ding!][System: 'Just' is currently defined as the 14,000 tons of pressure you are exerting on the local fault line. Also, Batman says you should stop 'lurking' in the chat and contribute to the discussion on orbital mechanics.]
Aurelyon ignored the notification. She had bigger problems. Specifically, the fact that her long-range sensors—currently calibrated to 'I am like a literal satellite station'—had just picked up a massive surge of Energon explosion on the upper atmosphere.
It was the Space Bridge. The opening act of the show she had obsessed over in her past life was happening right above her head.
"Wind Cutter," Aurelyon's voice echoed through her own internal corridors, sounding less like a person and more like a vibrating cathedral.
The City Speaker, her newly formed avatar, stood at attention within the Spark Chamber. The slender, winged femme bowed deeply with graceful, archaic reverence, her silver-white armor shimmering in the ambient blue glow of the Titan's core. Her VTOL turbines emitted a low, rhythmic purr as she perfectly synced with her master's mind, immediately absorbing a wave of Aurelyon's phantom human anxiety.
"I am here, my Titan," Wind Cutter spoke, her tone formal yet deeply protective. "The Matter Dissolution Furnace is... well, it is currently purifying a rather large vein of quartz, but the sacred systems are ready."
"Good, good, good," Aurelyon's consciousness breathed a sigh of relief. "The neighborhood just got a whole lot noisier. For the time being, we just bide our time and watch how these idiots fight themselves to death."
Aurelyon's thoughts dissolved into an incoherent mental rant as she scanned her inventory. Stupid Primes didn't even load any high-level stuff in the cargo hold... Ah, what the hell? A data drive full of porn?! Okay, good stuff. Blank protoforms? Decent. Spilled Energon cubes? What a waste. And what's this? A knightly corpse? Bad luck.
She took a proper mental tally of her hull's contents: a hundred blank protoforms, one Cybertronian knight corpse, a data drive full of Cybertronian adult entertainment (which, upon closer inspection, bore an inscription reading Property of K-144), roughly 843 units worth of intact Energon cubes, and her lovely, adorable City Speaker, Wind Cutter. Woohoo!
Somewhere in the digital ether of primus, the spark of K-144 remained perfectly silent. Meanwhile, Wind Cutter was mentally facepalming.
…
Wind Cutter's POV
Having temporarily allowed her master to take over her physical form, Wind Cutter could only watch from the passenger seat of her own mind. Because of her deep empathetic link as a City Speaker, she felt every erratic pulse of Aurelyon's chaotic human thoughts. It was a bizarre, overwhelming experience. She watched helplessly as Aurelyon used her hands to cup her own chest armor. When her master instantly lost interest, a sharp flare of irritation rippled through Wind Cutter's spark. To a cultural traditionalist like her, this avatar body was a sacred temple—a physical extension of the Titan—not a customizable video game character! To make matters worse, Aurelyon proceeded to excitedly grope other areas like her hips, arms, legs, and torso, only to end on a note of slight disappointment. The turbine purr in Wind Cutter's wings hitched, spinning with localized hurricane-level annoyance.
Then, like a whirlwind, her master's consciousness rummaged through her own cargo holds, decks, nooks, and crannies. Wind Cutter stood entirely speechless as Aurelyon pulled a data drive from the knight's corpse, discovering it contained nothing but massive amounts of "spicy" Cybertronian data. Next came the hundred pristine blank protoforms and the pile of intact Energon cubes. But when she saw her master actually trying to salvage the spilled, glowing liquid Energon from the dusty floor, Wind Cutter's protective, long-suffering older sister instincts completely took over. She snapped back into control of her frame.
"Master, please cease this unsanctified demeanor this instant!" Wind Cutter blurted out, her voice sharp but refined. "Those spilled reserves are already contaminated and completely useless to your grand framework!"
"Ehh? Is that so?" Aurelyon replied. "Why didn't you say so sooner?"
Wind Cutter massaged the side of her helm. It was a purely human gesture used to convey high blood pressure—a "ghost sensation" she had unconsciously picked up from being directly wired into Aurelyon's strange soul.
'My Titan, I implore you to maintain a dignified demeanor, especially while utilizing my frame,' she sighed mentally, her inner voice carrying the weight of a priestess managing a very unruly deity. 'Please think of your sacred reputation, and our future subordinates.'
Finally stopping her exaggerated antics, Aurelyon relented. "Fine, fine. I'll stop, and I'll try to behave better in the future. So, any ideas on what we can do with all this stuff?"
Wind Cutter took a steadying breath, her VTOL turbines settling back into a calm, rhythmic hum. As someone who treated organizing the Titan's chaotic internal logic gates like tending a quiet zen garden, she immediately began structuring a logical plan.
"My advice, Master, is that we upload proper military scheme into these blank protoforms to raise a disciplined vanguard," Wind Cutter suggested formally. "Furthermore, we must immediately incinerate that scandalous data drive and properly scrap that perversed knight's corpse. With our remaining intact Energon, our current resources will ensure we do not starve for a month."
"Making soldiers and scrapping the perverted knight is an excellent idea," Aurelyon said quickly, entirely avoiding any mention of the scandalous data drive.
Wind Cutter's optics dimmed slightly in exasperation, realizing her master was intentionally dodging the issue. "As you wish, my Titan. Whatever your grand design dictates."
…
Aurelyon's POV
Shifting back to her own perspective, Aurelyon focused on the task at hand. Now then, where was I? Ah, right. Making soldiers. Hmmm, I currently have no mech data for these protoforms, so what should I do? Aha! I remember that in the Animated series, Starscream managed to clone his sissy self by injecting his very own Energon into them. So, what would happen if I inject Wind Cutter's Energon, and then use my Bayverse pentagonal Allspark energy in tandem? Well, there's only one way to find out.
"Hehehehe," she chuckled internally, rubbing her mental hands together like a total creep.
Down in the physical world, Wind Cutter's VTOL turbines suddenly whined and her wings flared. She shivered violently, her empathetic link picking up a massive wave of her master's utterly bizarre, chaotic human antics.
Aurelyon hooked up twenty from the hundred blank protoforms into a linked energy relay. Where She injected three pints of Wind Cutter's Energon, then tapped into her true Titan body to channel the Allspark energy right alongside it.
To her pleasant surprise, the experiment was a massive success. Before her stood a twenty femme Seekers, looking exactly like Wind Cutter's sisters, each boasting a completely unique temperament. It was just like how Arcee and Elita-One were sisters in some timelines.
With a soft thud, after Aurelyon relinquished control of the frame, Wind Cutter slowly sat down in a ladylike manner on the ground. She purposefully let out a sharp huff just to express her deep dissatisfaction with her master's unscrupulous, blatant cloning of her. She was thoroughly miffed, crossing her arms and pouting.
'Wow... it's only been a day or two and Master has already found a way to get more priestesses?' Wind Cutter thought, exasperated.
Seemingly sensing imminent danger, Aurelyon's quick mind immediately kicked into overdrive. She defensively explained the situation in a serious, academic tone, insisting she had only wanted to verify if her scientific theory was feasible—and as it turned out, the theory was incredibly sound!
She then completely derailed the tension by shifting focus to scan the twenty new femme Seekers. Although they were physically identical, each one was a completely unique, distinct individual. However, they were a notch inferior to Wind Cutter; all twenty were slightly weaker and lacked the capacity to function as a City Speaker, despite being created from her genetic data.
And the result? Aurelyon successfully evaded her avatar's wrath and gained a reliable method to rapidly produce combat-ready soldiers. Better yet, they inherited Wind Cutter's tactical experience while developing their own distinct, independent personalities derived from her code.
she though to her self while eyeing the bodies of the 20 shapely girls 'goodness all of them are just about right in right places (º﹃º) ' a pity theyre not soft to the touch.
as if on que our mc felt a chill and focusing to her city speaker icy cold gaze she quip that 'from now on these twenty soldiers are her personal guard squad and can do what she pleazed with them' thus windcutter huff and politely esxcused her herself with her new guards.
to be continued.