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The Ink Demonth Day 24 : Crossover! (Ft. TFP)

(skip this too part of text if want to just go ahead and see pictures)

It's the day I have been waiting for! I decided to use one of my frist fandoms for this day, Tfp/Transformers Prime! I know, strange mix, but whatever. I been wanting to try and do holoforms for the Cybertronians for awhile (since I can't draw normal ones) and this gave me an excuse. I went all out on these pictures so some may look a bit strange, but I'm happy. Anyway, gonna stop rambling and let you see them.

You all were expecting another Silas Boris Picture for the last the one weren't you?

Alright. I hope you enjoy

nothing else in this pretty world is quite so important to me

"Megatron... Begone!" // "Pillage him, Satanael! ...Begone!"

So, my TF: Prime S2 Finale observations I made in regards to Optimus' expressions, a small analysis!

But context first: So throughout about the 2nd half of S2 the 'Bots and 'Cons are trying to find a set of Omega Keys which if gathered and hooked up a device, can restore and bring life back to Cybertron. They could finally go home. It ends up being a struggle for both sides but the 'Bots managed to grab the keys before Megatron to use them and activate the machine... But unfortunately, their foes were one step ahead of them once again as, due to a grave error and poor communication, their 3 young human companions ended up being found and held hostage. If they don't lower their weapons and give up the keys, they will exposed to Cybertron's toxic atmosphere and they'll be forced to watch the kids die in front of them.

Naturally, having truly cared about the children, they give up without a fight... And that's where things get really horrible for them as despite the kids being safe with them, Megatron's thirst for power isn't satisfied with JUST Cybertron... He wants Earth as well; all life be damned with it. That's where Optimus is forced to make a choice: Either just let the Decepticons do what they want and restore his home planet but then Earth would be wiped of all life in Megatron's attempt to try to rule it himself along with his home planet... Or basically destroy the device capable of restoring said home planet, dooming his home of being lifeless for good and risk having him be demonized for it but Earth is safe from suffering the same fate and history repeating itself.

Now one key subtle thing I notice with Optimus is his facial expressions. He's often criticized for being too stoic but honestly, it's all in the expressions and body language with him. Eyes and eyebrows especially. Even with his face mask on, one can pick up subtle details if observed closely. Basically, he IS capable of expression and emotions despite supposedly keeping them in check.

And he gets put through the absolute wringer this season and one can tell he's nearing his breaking point. He even outright SCREAMS in frustration in one episode which seemed to startle/surprise Ratchet and Bulkhead.

But hoo boy, this finale here... Like his expressions hurt! Like he seems calm at first when Megatron taunts him until he looks back at the understandably panicked children begging the Decepticon leader to leave Earth alone.

Then his eyebrows are raised up a bit when he looks back at the laughing 'Cons, eyes/optics looking more worried now. You can tell what he's thinking. The gears are turning and he's struggling to figure out what to do. He seems almost at a loss on the best way to handle it.

Hell, you can even say he's almost scared. He doesn't want history to repeat itself with Earth. He and the others already had to deal with so much pain and trauma the war caused, some of which he no doubt blames himself for. He does want Cybertron back but at what cost?

Then, in an instant, it shifts to steely resolve and with a clenched fist proceeded to reclaim the Star Saber. He knows the risks but he will NOT let another innocent planet suffer like his did. It seems shaky still but he makes his choice as he destroys the Omega Lock, dooming his home for good.

Granted there might have been a better way but what else can he do at the moment? It was damned if he do, damned if he don't and time was running out. He makes his choice and there's no turning back... Even if he can't go home now.

And when Ratchet calls him out for his decision, he briefly turns his head to the side before shaking it and looking back at him while defending his choice. Like he seems almost unsure of it himself but there's no turning back at this point and he knows it. It was necessary to him.

Then there's the ending where he decided to stay behind to destroy the Ground Bridge controls so that his comrades and loved ones won't be followed. He feels like this will be the last time he'll see them as he believed that he will be captured and interrogated at best, executed/killed to make an example at worst. He's already been demonized and branded a traitor by Megatron as well. When he makes the declaration to Ratchet that he'll stay, it's his usual serious expression.

But once Ratchet is gone... It drops and it's sad. Almost like a mental outer mask is cracking. Once again, it's almost shaky as he looks at the controls and his clenches his fist again in resolve. It's now or never with him.

"I... never imagined it would end like this." "Neither did I, old friend."

Even when he's readying his swing, you can feel the shaky resolve still. But he definitely didn't think that Megatron would outright reduce the base to rubble but god damn!

But yeah, it just feels like that in both moments... Optimus felt lost and even helpless and it shows in his expressions. They all show how much of his serious emotions were almost a mask he put up for everyone else's sakes even at the expense of his own feelings. He seemed to struggle with what to do and even seems unsure of his decisions but also feels like he made the necessary ones, even though they were painful.

But yeah... TF: Prime Optimus needs a hug so damn badly!

This part of "Transformers: The Covenant of Primus" gets me every. Damn! Time!

Optimus... Just realizing that he isn't alone... And feeling despair over Bumblebee being (temporarily) killed... Break my heart why don't you?? 💔😭

Like no, honey... You were never alone! They all love and care about you damn it!

Ok so for those that have seen this tag:

Ermmm... My hand slipped...

"Your eyes are as bright and honest as ever..."

This part of "Transformers: The Covenant of Primus" gets me every. Damn! Time!

Optimus... Just realizing that he isn't alone... And feeling despair over Bumblebee being (temporarily) killed... Break my heart why don't you?? 💔😭

Like no, honey... You were never alone! They all love and care about you damn it!

I would probably say The Hermit since I feel like it fits his overall personality better along with his tendencies to self-isolate as well as his bottled up emotions.

Hey everyone! I can finally present my contribution to Pride Month: Quick edits of my Blorbos complete with HCs!

Alastor: Trans and AroAce (personally strikes me as Demi AroAce but I wanna keep it neutral there)

Sumi: Gender Non-Conforming and Pan

I did two different versions of hers there

Zenkichi: Bi and Demisexual

Maruki: Demi-Aromantic (Demiromantic) and Pan

Optimus (TFP): Demi AroAce

TFP Optimus, in Cybertronian standarts, looks like a super model. This bitch is so beautiful that whenever Megatron sees him his IQ goes down 5 percent. I am sorry but there is no other explanation to the Autobots winning the war this is the best I got.

TFP autobots and decepticons x therian reader hcs

Autobots

Optimus: He would be so supportive and understanding, no question about it. Constant reassurance and words of affirmation from him- He'd end up giving you some long sappy speech about how our physical forms don't define who we are on the inside.

Ratchet: The grumpy mech doesn't have much of a reaction to it, seeing as he's always busy. Although, when he has time, he'll do more research on your theriotype and possibly even make some trinkets for you.

Bumblebee: He'd listen to you very carefully in order to understand, and as soon as he gets it, he's getting whatever he can to make you comfortable. You have a dragon or reptile theriotype? Instantly buying you anything scaly. Feline? He's getting you soft, furry clothes and paws. Canine? He'll get you a tail and ears. Whatever your type, he makes sure to get clothes and accessories to match.

Arcee: She doesn't completely understand, but she'll be sure to listen closely. She'll constantly ask you questions on what she can do to support you. You're her partner after all, and she wants to help you in whatever way she can.

Wheeljack: Instantly obsessed. Thinks you're the coolest thing since refined enegron, and will spend as much time with you outdoors as possible. He'll take you to a lake/river/ocean, mountains, or a forest so you can spend time in your theriotype's environment. He's almost as disappointed as you are that you're stuck as a human instead of whatever awesome theriotype you are.

Bulkhead: He's a combination of Bumblebee and Wheeljack. The sweet mech would find a way to buy you whatever you need/want, and would take you out to your preferred environment whenever he can. He just wants you to be as happy and comfortable as possible.

Smokescreen: Definitely a little confused, but he's got the spirit. He'll gladly refer to you as whatever you are! Bro will stand up to anyone that gives you scrap for it. He's sure to correct anyone that refers to you as human, as long as you're okay with it.

Decepticons

Megatron: He wasn't thrilled at the idea of having a human on board. When he finds out you're a therian, he's instantly interested. His fleshy companion is actually not what it appears to be at all? Very curious. As soon as he understands, he tells Shockwave to find a way to change you to your theriotype.

Starscream: Doesn't care that much, but he stops calling you "human" and "fleshbag". Small things like that to affirm you.

Knockout: He's a bit curious when you mention that you're a therain. When he learns more, he's actually rather sympathetic. In his spare time, he'll do your makeup and accessorize you to look more like your theriotype. Occasionally he'll even make you clothes from scratch that match you.

Breakdown: Similarly to Smokescreen, he's a lil confused, but tries his hardest anyways. He'll also take you outside the ship to go explore the wilderness when he can.

Shockwave: Being as unfeeling as he is, he doesn't particularly care. He is interested though, and seeing as you're his partner, he will work to find a way to create your therioform and move your conscience to it.

Soundwave: They're very supportive. While they can't reassure you with words, their actions speak just as loud. Since they can't go out much considering how busy they are on the ship, they'll create a den for you nearby their work area. Said den has anything and everything you want/need to be healthy and comfortable. Laserbeak also becomes very fond of you, and will spend her spare time keeping you company.

Predaking: He understands your predicament, and is rather sympathetic. If you have an avian theriotype, he'll be sure to take you out for long flights with him. He spends most of his time with you in his alt mode, seeing as you understand him better than most others on the ship.

Arachnid: 0 shits given. She has a sense of disdain for just about every species, so you not being human makes no difference to her. That being said, she might make an exception if your theriotype is some kind of arachnid. She still won't be all too fond of you, but she might just keep you around for a little bit longer. What can she say? It's almost nice to have someone who respects her and admires her webbed work as much as she does.

I was going to add Vehicons, Dreadwing, and Airachnid, but I got tired lmao

Might come back and add them later, idk*

*Edited 12/16/23, added Ariachnid

Can we get a scenario for Optimus and Megatron from both Earthspark AND TFP where a young adult human (gender neutral) accidentally calls them "Dad"?

TFE&TFP Optimus and Megatron x gn reader

Grrr hi anon! I loved your request- I adore Earthspark Megs, I'm so glad you requested him. I wasn't really paying attention so idrk if these count as hcs or scenarios, but I hope you enjoy anyways!

TFP Optimus: You were discussing plans for what to do with a new relic with Optimus, when you slip up and accidentally call him dad. He abruptly stops speaking as you embarrassedly apologize to him. "I'm so sorry, it just slipped out-" You stammer. He cuts you off with a wave of his hand and a gentle smile, reassuring you that it's perfectly fine. He doesn't say it out loud, but his spark soars knowing that you see him as a father figure, and he acts more like a parent to you than ever before after this incident. He's remarkably protective of you, because deep down, he fears that he'll fail you and you'll get hurt because of him.

TFP Megatron: The two of you had surprisingly become close, and Megatron often confided his plans with you. When you called him dad in the middle of one of your discussions, you didn't even realize it at first- you just kept casually talking. Megatron, on the other hand, noticed it immediately and was confused. How could you see him as one of your kind's family members? To spare your pride, he doesn't bring it up. To be quite honest, he's flattered that you think both so highly and fondly of him, even if you didn't realize it at the time. Later, he tries to teach you some decepticon traditions in order to include you in his version of a family.

TFE Optimus: You were a new recruit for G.H.O.S.T, before they somewhat shut down their operations. The two of you got along fairly well, and during one of Optimus's grand speeches, you accidentally called him dad. Fortunately/unfortunately for you, he 100% embraces the role. The second you call him dad, he becomes insufferable. Be prepared for nonstop dad jokes and life advice. Maybe he'll take you fishing, who knows? Either way, you're not getting rid of him because he has crippling anxiety and doesn't want anything to happen to you.

TFE Megatron: You were watching over the terrans as a babysitter of sorts, when you slip up and call Megatron "dad". He smirks and laughs it off, not being surprised by it. The terrans often called him dad, on purpose or by accident, and he was relatively used to it by now. However, anytime someone calls him dad, whether it be you or the terrans, he can't help but feel a tinge of shame. He had once been seen as a father figure to Soundwave's cassettes, and he's constantly reminded of how he failed on that account. He can't bear the thought of letting you down too, so he makes a promise to himself to be better. He puts in the effort to spend more time with you after discussing the role he plays in your life, and he offers as much advice as he can. Megatron is always there when you need him, for problems big and small.

i just want them to be happy😔

i need optimus pussy so bad

You're so real for that I'm actually going to make a whole thirst for this

warnings: dom/top reader + sub/bottom optimus prime + cybertronian reader + sloppily eating out Optimus' valve + praise + prime gets wrecked by the power of oral

a/n: thank you so much for giving me the inspo to create this🙏🏾

╰┈➤ Just imagining Optimus laying down on his back and presenting himself for you, large white thighs shyly held open while his digits tentatively hold open his already leaking slit. It's not that he was necessarily scared or nervous, but he can't help but let shivers run down his spinal struts as you admire his valve so intently.

╰┈➤ You were mesmerized by his pulsing blue biolights decorating his valve lips and his oh-so-pretty red node resting in the hood of his valve. His array was the prettiest one you ever saw, When you say that out loud to him, he lets out a small "thank you" and tries to cover his pretty pussy with his servo but you move it out of the way, causing him to let out a whine. You look up from your spot between his thighs and drink in the look on his face. His battle mask was off. His optics are half-shuttered, the light coming out dimmed. A very prominent blue flush is spread across his face and his mouth is screwed into a slight pout. He was so cute and you hadn't even dome anything to him.

╰┈➤ Way too soon, your glossa is on Optimus' valve, and he lets out a short yet embarrassing yelp. In his defense, even though you had done this so many times before, you were always so quick to push your glossa into him and you never held back. Your glossa delves into Optimus' wet heat, forcing it as deep as you can as you listen to the Prime let out moans with his low baritone. He feels your nasal ridge crushing his node and the pleasure bursts under his eyelids.

╰┈➤ Optimus' thighs begin to automatically clamp down on your helm but the slight crushing feeling only raised your charge. You eat him out like a starved mech, sloppily lapping at every node you can feel in the mesh of his valve and making sure he can feel it. By now, Optimus is so close to overloading, he always overloaded quickly from being eaten out. If you lifted up your helm you would see Optimus biting on his servo joints, trying his best to not let out his embarrassing noises but clearly failing.

╰┈➤ With your eager mouth, you'll bring Optimus to overload so hard he won't even know what hit him. He'll let out a series of staticky moans while his thighs clamp down hard on your helm while he squirts, and you'll still work your glossa in his valve despite his recent overload. He'll whine and push at your helm but you both know that those weak pushes don't mean anything-- he doesn't want you to stop and you don't plan on it.

╰┈➤ You'll make him overload a few more times, each overload more powerful than the last. He keeps seeing stars in his vision and--oh Primus-- he's overloading again. He'll sob as he squirts for a last time, his frame trembling from the aftershocks as you suck on Optimus' node for the last time before releasing it. You're almost 100% sure you were left with some kind of helm processor damage, but you really didn't care. After you've eaten his valve out to your satisfaction, you bring helm out from between Optimus' legs and lay your frame on top of his. Your derma meet his and you begin to give each other messy, open-mouthed kisses. His optics shutter close as he whimpers into the kiss. Your servos roam his frame and you map out his familiar curves, lightly groping them, especially his chestplate while the Prime lets out sensual sighs.

╰┈➤ Underneath you, you feel his thighs tighten and rubbing against each other. Making out was getting Optimus charged up again, and it didn't surprise any of you. While your spike pressurized against his abdomen, you knew that you would make sure that your conjunx would be quivering in pleasure by the time you were done with him.

CUTE! Update

I updated Cute! and wanted to share my favorite part of the story:

“Optimus had spent the worst years of Cybertronian history as an untouchable figurehead of a doomed army. He could never falter, never be seen as weak.  He was distant and professional, letting only his compassion and his grief through.  It had worn him down, day after day, but he had loved his people.  He had endured.

Now the war was over and – even better – he was no long the great Optimus Prime.  He was an adorable sparkling and didn’t you just want to pick him up and snuggle him?”

This was the second thing I wrote for the story.

Cute! Tiny extra

Here’s an extra from Cute! that doesn’t fit in the main story:

Ratchet had been ignoring the quiet scrape of tiny pedes for awhile.  He hoped that if he stayed still and quiet Optimus would give up and go back to his own berth.

In hindsight, Ratchet was an idiot.

There was a sniffled. Then a quiet sob.  He knew – he knew – that Optimus was fine and that he would go back to his own berth in a moment and fall back into recharge.  Optimus had been a brilliant manipulator when he’d wanted to be – he’d charmed the senators, flirted with the military leaders, and bedazzled the Lords.  This was just an extension of that.  The skills that had won him funding and troops were now being put to use gaining the prime spot in Ratchet’s berth and two-thirds of the pillows.

“R-ratchet?” came a small voice.  “I’m scared.”

Frag it all.

Ratchet rolled over and squinted down at the lump of sparkling sitting on the floor.

“Optimus,” he started, working to keep his voice level.  “You have a very comfortable berth on the other side of the room.  It has blankets and pillows and if you press the blue button it will rock you back to sleep.  I suggest you –“

“Can I sleep with you?”

“Optimus,” he tried again, voice flat with the effort to stay calm, “we’ve talked about this.  You are perfectly safe, you don’t need an extra cube, the blankets are soft enough, it’s not too warm in here – you can sleep in your own berth.”

Two blue orbs of light widened in the dark as Optimus gazed up at him.

“But I’m all alone.” Dear Primus, the lip was even trembling. That wasn’t even a Cybertronian trick, it was purely human – mostly Raf – and it should have no effect on him.

“No you’re not.  I’m right here.”  Ratchet offlined his optics.  Please go back to sleep.

“But I’m down here.”

“Go get in your berth and then you’ll be there.”

“Can you come?”

“Optimus.”

Sniffle.

Ratchet waited, counted slowly to 50 and then turned his helm to look again.

Slaggit all, the optics seemed to have gotten even bigger.

“Please?”  They inched forwards.

“Urgh.”  Ratchet scooted over and lowered his arm so Optimus could climb up.  He did so quickly and with a surprisingly cheerful field for a sparkling that had been crying moments ago.  Little liar.

Once up, Optimus quickly snuggled himself down between Ratchet’s other arm and his torso, pulling all three pillows to him as well as the thick blanket.  

Wretched sparkling.

He laid his helm down on Ratchet’s arm and pressed his back up tightly against him.  He always used Ratchet as a pillow, so why did he steal all the pillows?  Thin arms wound around his arm so Optimus could hold his new pillow in place. 

“Comfortable?” Ratchet said.

“Mmmhmmm,” came the blissful reply.

“Oh good.”

“Mmmm.”  Ratchet could feel the sparkling’s field evening out into the gentle waves of recharge.

Damnit.  He raised a servo and stroked over the small, round helm. Optimus beeped contently like a much younger sparklet would.  He snuggled his helm against Ratchet’s arm and hugged it closer.

Wretched, wretched sparkling.

Cute has been updated!

I posted the next chapter of Cute!  This was my favorite part of writing chapter 6:

He wasn’t the Autobot leader or the matrix bearer or even Alpha Trion’s assistant anymore.  Optimus clasped his hands to his face and held in a squeak of elation.  He bounced in place.  He was looking forwards to finding out who he was now.  No one could expect him to return as he was.  

Which meant that if he and Smokescreen decided to do something against the rules and incredibly silly, making a huge mess in the process purely for the fun of it, he wouldn’t be in trouble.  It wasn’t his responsibility to set an example or worry about what other bots would think.  

He walked a little faster through the halls, the click-clack of his – now tiny – pedes on the floor echoing in the empty halls.

A place to belong

miko's wings flicked idly as she filed at her claws and listened to prime and the medic, apparently named ratchet, discussing what to do with her. She'd be a little insulted by them talking about her like she wasn't there but she was far more focused on what she would do after this. Ratchet had been kind enough to not only give her energon but bring her here fix her up but she knew it wasn't likely to last. Based on primes tone she would likely have at most until tomorrow which wasn't much but she had managed more on less time. A prickle at the back of her neck prompted her to meet primes gaze with a hard glare which he turned away from sharply.

It was... odd meeting the legendary optimus prime in real life like this. She always assumed her first taste of him would be on a battle field or maybe on the business end of her sniper scope not in the med bay of his base after being saved by his medic. He wasn't as intimidating as she thought he'd be. He radiated authority to be sure, commanding attention naturally, aided by his height, but it was nothing like lord megatron. He radiated a controlled quiet power closer to Commander soundwave than anything. Given she made back talking her higher ups, particularly starscream, her personal hobby her danger sense was definitely pretty skewed but even with that in consideration nothing about him was setting off alarms. He didn't seem even remotely angry at her being here, his body language didn't convey so much as irritation and his voice was calm. He seemed more concerned than anything, for his medic and maybe for her given the look he shot her when ratchet explained the state she was in. Optimus was said to have a kind spark but even with that knowledge it all felt weird.

"Little one." Prime addressed as he approached her, a strange soft look in his optics that she couldn't name. "Miko." She corrected. "Miko." He answered with a small nod before continuing. "Ratchet has informed me of your current predicament so I'd like to offer you a place here. We could use a flier among us and in return we can give you a place to stay." He held out a hand and miko stared at him critically, picking every little detail of his body language apart. "I don't have much autobot in me. I'm not exactly good and I'm definitely not nice." "I'm not asking you to I'm asking you to help us and treat my team with civility in return for fuel, shelter and medical aid. Consider it as a quid-pro-quoe." Miko cocked a brow ridge. "So basically your hiring me as a mercenary." She summed up "In a sense, yes." Miko considered the offer. She didn't like autobots very much but it would be better than wandering around scrounging for scraps. She took his hand. "I'm argumentative, stubborn, and I'm perfectly happy to brawl if tested. Oh and if I will happily tell anyone that they're wrong level of authority be danmed, without hesitation. Good luck." He smiled at her. "I believe I can work with that."

Of Silk and Ashes pt 3

Part one here

Part two here

Eleven months. Such a short amount of time compared to millenia of existence, to countless centuries of experience and yet those scant months felt like they stretched out far longer then the entirety of his lifetime so far. Every second of it felt like a year every hour a decade and every day a century weighed down by a suffocating grief. They had lost so many others before but somehow it felt different, this wasn't the death of a soldier killed in action no there was a reason for that, there was something to blame, there was even a morbid expectancy to it, deaths were part of war after all. But this tragedy had none if that, it was the it was the needless, death of a civilian in an accident. Of a child looking for a way to help with a war she had no reason to be apart of.

It weighed on all of them and they each responded to it differently; ratchet had thrown himself deeper into his work, often quietly cursing her to himself for being so reckless despite his many warnings and had seemingly become obsessed with keeping their remaining human companions as far from the war effort as possible, something that went well with arcees new found near obsessive protectiveness towards her partner. Arcee was almost constantly fussing over jack, something the boy eagerly accepted, holding him in her arms when she was with him and constantly checking in on him when she wasn't. She was determined to shelter him, a desire only fueled by rafs anger and blame for the other boy. Speaking of which Rafael had thrown himself into learning as much as possible out of a desire to help and bumblebee was eagure to support him and pour his entire being into caring for his companion.

Bulkhead had, as expected, taken it the worst. Miko was his charge after all, his responsibility, his little one. It was no real secret among them that Bulkhead saw her as his own and it was no real surprise when he practically threw himself at the closing groundbridge upon hearing the news desperate to retrieve her. They all had to work together to hold him back even after ratchet told him there was no chance she would have survived the blast. He had needed to be restrained for weeks afterwards to keep from trying to return to the sight begging to let him bury her, let him give her a proper ceremony, or at least a grave marker. Ratchet had denied all his pleads insisting that their was most likely no body to bury and no point in a ceremony or stone, she was not one of them so they had no right to send off or mark her as such. Ironic given he had nearly skewered agent fowler for trying to remove mikos possessions left behind in the base.

Eventually bulkheads pleading and fighting stopped and he was freed of his restraints but he still mourned. He rarely fueled or slept and had stopped speaking all together only leaving his quarters for missions. He had taken to storing her possessions inside him at all times. Arcee had tried to speak with him as had optimus himself but it failed to help, not even wheeljack arriving to offer comfort did anything to soothe him. It wasn't until ratchet picked up on strange readings from the accident sight that he finally broke his silence. After so long seeing his friends optics dull with grief optimus was hard pressed to deny him so bulkhead and bumblebee were sent off to investigate. But that had been hours ago by now and neither of them had responded to any attempt at communication yet. Worry churned in optimus's tank and constricted around his spark with every passing minute. Neither of them had ever been radio silent this long unless something horrible happened. Relief washed over him as he recieved a message from bumblebee but it only lasted a moment as he read the message. [Somethings here, it took bulkhead. Send backup.] The next few moments were a blurr, he remembered telling ratchet to start up the ground bridge and a few minutes later he was tearing through as fast as his wheels could carry him, spark hammering in his chassie and the rest of the team right behind him.