He was originally a Decepticon, but it became apparent pretty early on in his life that he didn’t really “fit” with the Decepticons- he didn’t like violence, spoke quietly, showed lots of compassion and kindness towards his patients… For the most part, the other ‘Cons didn’t mind his more pacifistic tendencies. Any medic that won’t harvest your organs while you’re recharging is a good medic in most Decepticon’s books.
Ambulon, on the other hand, eventually has enough of the excessive violence and killing that comes with being a Decepticon, and leaves to join the autobots. And he lived happily ever afte- ahahaha no I’m just kidding this is where it goes to hell.
So it turns out that due to his “criminal record” (ie. Being born a Decepticon), Ambulon isn’t allowed to practise medicine on Cybertron or any other planet in the autobot commonwealth. So, when he’s offered the chance to volunteer for some “medical experiments”, he quickly agrees, figuring that if he can’t heal people directly, he can at least help further the study of medicine.
Oh, Ambulon. You really should have looked more into what you signed up for.
It turns out that the “Medical experiment” is in fact the early stages of the “Protectobot” combiner project. Ambulon isn’t there to be part of the combiner, however- he’s there to be a guinea pig. He spends the next few years being poked and prodded at, undergoing several surgeries, and overall just being treated poorly by the staff due to his Decepticon roots.
When it’s all said and done, Ambulon is left with a host of mental and physical scars. He’s stuck with a useless alt. mode, and somehow the reformatting process left him unable to scan a new one. He eventually joins up with the lost light crew during their jailbreak from Cybertron.
But imagine how much pressure medics must be under though
Like Cybertronians have the potential to be effectively immortal if they keep their parts maintained (unlike Tailgate stuck under the surface for so long v_v) Of course this doesn’t happen if they die from disease or wounds.
So if a medic can’t save a patient imagine how devastating that is. They could have had a countless number of more days to live their lives, but that all got cut short just like that
Victory Condition (37186 words) by astolat Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Transformers Generation One Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime Characters: Optimus Prime, Megatron Additional Tags: Cave-In, Poetry Series: Part 7 of Transformers works Summary:
“Do you want me to tell you a story?” Megatron said mockingly. “You won’t like it, Prime. It’s not a very nice one.”
wow y’all, this is art.
the layers, man, the complexity. Like, I always root for fanfiction but pieces like these is what gets them on the level of classic literature. Its emotional, it’s beautiful and it gets into your brain and redesigns it.
Carve yourself 3 hours of your time and go read it, I beg of you.
I’m sorry for sad feels @zekkass, but Sentinel is thickheaded like that, it will took at least one OP’s near
death to realize that, oh, no he don’t really want to lose this mech.
TFA: Optimus/Sentinel,
prompt: Optimus is still Sentinel’s friend despite everything. I’d like
anything exploring their relationship, with a bent towards romance and Sentinel
maybe realizing he cares(?) about Optimus.
No second guessing this one, once I got the monster for him. Whether it be TFA, or G1, or IDW, he is one of the most nobel, self sacrificing, lonely characters in the fandom. Never a big player. Never gets many lines. But whenever he’s there, you will feel for him, and those ages of being alone, dutiful and vigilant.
Guards of important places. Holy places. Though they appear demonic and frightening to the masses, they are not there to alarm the innocent observer. They are there to protect from something darker. To remind those of ill intent that they are watched, and judged-
Witnessed.
No act unseen, no crime perfect.
They do not move of course, these immense guardians. They are static. Forever at their posts, vigilant and warding, keeping the night at bay and keeping the sanctuary safe for anyone needing refuge. They are a bad omen to anyone with ill-will to those inside. But just a warning. They don’t move, of course.
At least, no one has seen them do so. An odd thing, that something so ageless and immobile is a strong enough deterant without any way of meting out violence to evil. They’ve never shifted in the rain, under cover of darkness. Never gazed down, lonely and longing.
There’ve been stories, tall tales, of attempted mischief. But it is not like anyone has ever met a perpetrator. The closest we’ve come to anything really, was a few months back. A chase heard through the streets, a cry of ‘Sanctuary!’. A young man was found on the steps, shaken, looked like he’d been through some hurt. But he wouldn’t speak of what had transpired, despite some locals coming forward, saying they’d seen him chased by someone carrying something large and sharp.
He wouldn’t speak at all.
We never did find his assailant. No one feels particularily careful now, though. We’re a safe city, really.
Cybertronian Database 