Guardians And Primes (TFP Optimus x Mech!Reader)

"Prime! We got con activity!" Agent Fowler yelled, catching our attention. "Got an oil refinery, an old mine, and somewhere in Scotland, so pack your kilts!" Ultra Magnus nodded, then went over to Optimus with a slightly confused look.

"What's a kilt?" He asked. Both Optimus and I looked at each other as if we were both asking the same question.

"It's um... best not to ask." I said, really not sure how to answer.

"Agent Fowler can sometimes be seen as oblique, I find it easier to simply nod and mobilize." Optimus said. "Ultra Magnus, you and the Wreckers will handle the Decepticons to the north, Y/D, Bumblebee, and Smokescreen will handle the oil fields. Arcee and I will cover the mine. Roll out!"

Soon, we were all split up, and I couldn't help but feel nervous. Something felt foreboding about the empty oil refinery, the great machines all automated, and the land barren.

"You okay?" Smokescreen asked.

"Something doesn't feel right." I said, drawing my blade and shield. "It's too quiet."

"It is an unmanned refinery." Bumblebee chirped.

"Still, I'd thought the Decepticons would have been here first. You two stay close with each other, I'm going to get a view from above."

"Who said you'd be taking point?" Smokescreen asked in a slightly annoyed voice.

"Smokescreen, unless you have a better idea, this would be the best option." I said. "We don't have time to argue." I then took off and hovered in the air just high enough where I could get an aerial view but low enough that I could still hear the mechs below.

"Geeze, who died and made him Prime?" Smokescreen said in annoyance. I ignored his comment and spotted several vehicons skulking about along with a mech I never wanted to see ever again. I then landed and quickly pulled the two out of sight.

"We got around a squadron of vehicons about 10 clicks north." I said in a hushed voice. "Bumblebee, Smokescreen, we are going to have to split up on this one. You two watch each other's backs."

"Where are you gonna go?" Smokescreen asked.

"He's here... and I don't want either of you to face him unless absolutely necessary." I said.

"Who? Shockwave?" Bumblebee whirred.

"Yes, draw the vehicons away from him, and I'll take Shockwave one on one."

"Why?" Smokescreen asked.

"There isn't time. Just move!" I said, startling the two with my sense of urgency. They nodded, and we split up. I took flight and dove down like a hawk, shockwave spotting me and opening fire. I dodged his cabnon fire and landed, slamming Riftwall into the one-opticed mech and sending him flying back. Shockwave skidded to a halt and made direct optic contact with me.

"An illogical choice of attack Y/D." Shockwave said as we circled each other. "However, I am impressed you have survived so long without your T-Cog."

"I don't need a T-Cog to fight Shockwave." I said sternly. "I am not afraid of you."

"You should be." He said darkly, charging at me and firing again. I rolled to the side and bashed my shield against him, blocking as he swung his cannon downward. The impact hurt my still somewhat damaged arm, but I clenched my denta tightly and pushed him back. I struck at Shockwave, and he struck back, our dance of death like that out of an old Cybertronian story.

"Shockwave, I know what you are planning. This is madness, even for you!" I exclaimed, dodging a swing and rolling out of the way of a shot.

"It is the only logical solution for the Decepticon victory Y/D. I do not expect a slave to understand that." Something about that comment really angered me, and I swallowed it like fiery acid.

"I am no slave. Not anymore." I growled, the pair of us circling once again. Suddenly, I felt a shot hit me in the back and fling me forward, my helm whipping around and spotting Dreadwing.

(A/n I know he's dead at this point in the series, but I'm a god, and this is my fic, so he's alive. For the moment.)

I quickly got back up onto my pedes and cautiously watched as both mechs closed in on me. I was cornered like a rat, but an idea came to mind. I closed my optics and took in a slow vent before quickly charging right at Shockwave, attaching Riftwall to my back to add protection from Dreadwing's blaster fire. I then jumped over Shockwave and landed behind him. Shockwave whipped around and struck at me with his cannon, and I ducked backward, stabbing Riftweld into the ground and using the momentum to flip myself upright. Dreadwing then drew his blade and charged, the strike landing hard against my frame. I let out a grunt and pulled Riftweld out of the ground, smacking Dreadwing across the face with the flat of the blade.

Shockwave took the opportunity to escape as Dreadwing and I became fully engaged with each other, our blades creating a shower of sparks as they collided.

"Dreadwing. You don't have to keep fighting!" I said, dodging another strike and  then countering it with one of my own. Our blades were locked together, and Dreadwing glared at me with a dark rage.

"I will not stop fighting until I have avenged my sire!" Dreadwing roared, shoving me back. I quickly got Riftwall off of my back and bashed Dreadwing in the chassis.

"Your sire wouldn't have wanted this!" I exclaimed. "Vengence is not the Palatonic way!"

"It is the Decepticon way. One that is far more fitting than any other." Dreadwing then charged again, and I scrunched my optics closed as I pointed Riftweld out. I felt Dreadwing's frame get impaled onto the blade, my optics opening with fear. Dreadwing let out a choking sound as he looked down to see my blade buried in his chassis all the way to the hilt.

"Dreadwing!" I exclaimed in horror, Dreadwing falling back and off of the blade, his optics wide in pain. I quickly returned Riftweld to its place and knelt down next to Dreadwing. I then summoned my healing abilities and went to mend Dreadwing, the mech stopping my servo.

"No... let... let me go." He choked, energon leaking from his intake.

"Don't be a fool. I can heal you." I said, tears in my optics. "Please..."

"I... failed to... a-avenge... my sire. L-let... this be... my punishment." I watched in grief as the one I once called a comrade slowly faded away, his optics flickering out. His frame went limp, and his once beautiful golds and blues were now gunmetal gray.

"This is no punishment, Dreadwing." I whispered, standing with sadness. "You were blinded by rage, lost by grief. Forgiveness is what I have to offer you and a proper Palaton rest." I focused my energy onto Dreadwing, his frame disintegrating into golden ash and billowing away into the breeze. I looked up to the clouded skies, a singular tear dropping from my optic. "Follow the light Dreadwing, and rest with the Allspark."

"Y/D! We need an assist!" I heard Smokescreen call through the comlink. I looked back down to where Dreadwing once was and then took flight. I spotted Smokescreen and Bumblebee struggling with Shockwave, the Predacon fossil firmly in his grip. I dove down and bashed Shockwave in the face, Shockwave letting go of the fossil in response.

"Stand down, Shockwave!" I snapped.

"That would be illogical." Shockwave said,  charging at me and firing at me. I blocked the shot and grunted at the impact, my arm dislocating once again from its socket.

"F-frag." I hissed, swallowing the pain and charging without the ability to use Riftwall. I slammed my blade against Shockwave, and he kicked me in the chest and sent me over the edge of the bridge we were battling on. I fell to the ground with a thud, the sound of my arm snapping off the last thing I heard before I let out a shriek of agony.

'Optimus! Help!' I cried through the bond, the pain so intense I couldn't move. I felt the world spin, and then everything went dark.