100-yardstare:

Without a means of leaving this world, we Autobots take strength in
the bonds we have forged with our three young friends. True warriors, if
not in body, then in spirit. My name is Optimus Prime and I send this
message. Though we did not choose to be of Earth, it would seem that we
are here to stay. If you approach this planet with hostile intent, know
this: We will defend ourselves. We will defend humanity. We will defend
our home.

bossbotfiretruck:

@drunkcyclonus

TFP
Dad!Soundwave found a sparkling and keep it. Megatron is both confused and
pissed?

“Ah yes. Soundwave. My most loyal follower.” Megatron purred
as Soundwave entered the command room of the Nemesis. He turned away from the
screen, where the locations of several artifacts from the Iaconian Archive were
labelled on a large map of Earth, and faced his silent officer with a warm
welcome. (Well, as warm of a welcome Megatron was known for giving.) “Excellent
work! You’ve returned in record time. And what did our dear archivists hide
from us this time?”

A tentacle slid out from Soundwave back, revealing a small
cylinder to the warlord. Another tentacle reached forward and began to unscrew
the lid.

What could it be?
He wondered. A gun? A shield? A sword? A
cannon? A giant cannon? A giant cannon that I could float in space and aim at
the Earth? Prime would never be able to stop me!

All this buzzed though his processor, and Megatron became
more and more eager to see what it was. He would have leaned closer, but a history
of things randomly exploding in his face or being filled with traps kept him at
a short distance.

The lid popped off.

A tentacle slid inside.

From the depths of the cylinder, a sleepy little sparkling
was pulled out.

Megatron’s processor froze.

“Is that a sparkling?” he asked. Soundwave said nothing and
nodded.

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