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| TECH SPECS |
| STR: |
6 |
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| INT: |
0 |
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| SPD: |
3 |
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| END: |
3 |
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| RNK: |
0 |
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| CRG: |
4 |
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| FRP: |
4 |
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| SKL: |
0 |
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| ALTERNATE MODE |
| Class: |
Seasonal Limited Edition |
| Desc: |
Smashing Pumpkin |
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| Mission: |
72% |
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| Arena: |
49% |
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| Kills: |
544 (0.1 per day) |
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Defender
"There is no need to fear. Defender is here!"
Level 3 Autobot
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| Team: |
Team - Unique Name |
| Commander: |
Cheetron |
| Faction: |
Autobot |
| Level: |
3 |
| Total XP: |
1,629,565xp |
| Weapon: |
Photon Pistol |
| Doing: |
Inactive |
Defender's Bio
Defender
Current status: Nutcase
Position: Hero
Ever since Cheetron took a shot at Optimus Prime, The Maximals have loved him. He became their unofficial mascot. Optimus Primal, leader of the Maximals took an interest in this Transformer. He had potential. He led his team through horrible, trying times and still managed to succeed. It wasn’t until the tragic loss of Sneaks (see Cheetron’s bio and team bio for more) that he began to wonder if some supervision might not be prudent.
Primal looked for a hardened veteran to keep an optic on Cheetron. The new recruits, they had no experience at this thing. Dealing with a hard-bot like Cheetron would break them in two shakes of Rattrap’s tail. There were a few places the old vets like to hang out.
Primal landed in front of a dive called ‘Clankers.’ This place looked like it had been shot down during the Great War so long ago. In truth, it had been. He walked through the door he was sure would fall off. The second he stepped inside, all the optics in the room turned straight towards him. He was sure a few blasters were drawn but it was so dark he couldn’t be sure.
Many of the dark figures turned away from him. They wanted nothing to do with the “Savior of Cybertron” as he was dubbed after defeating Megatron. They went about their business, as if he wasn’t even there. Primal went up to the bar and attempted to ask the bar tender something but the bartender refused to even look at him.
“You do realize you’re not wanted here, don’t you Monkey?”
The voice came from a shady figure sitting in the clichéd corner table in the bar. There sat an old transformer, one who Primal had thought he’d seen before. He couldn’t place the face but he felt familiar.
“I know why you’re here and I know what you want. I will do it on one condition.”
Primal looked at this bot and was thinking he shouldn’t agree to anything until after he heard the terms.
“I know what’re you’re thinking and I won’t tell you until after you agree to them.”
How could he read my mind wondered Primal? What choice did he have? He had to find somebody to keep tabs on Cheetron and nobody else was willing to even hear him out.
“Fine, whatever you want. You agree to do the job I wanted done and keep it a secret to everybody except me?”
“Deal. Tell the tech division to expect me tomorrow. “
The bot got up and walked out of the bar leaving Primal to wonder what he did. He walked over to the bartender and looked at him with the most confused optics.
“Since you got involved with that bot, Monkey, I might as well warn you.”
That got Primal’s attention.
“That was the former Autobot know as Money Maker. He got blow to bits in the Great War and took his sweet time repairing himself. But when he did he started bounty hunting for Energon. But rumor has it that somewhere along the line he got paid with raw Energon and you Maximals know what that does to you. Well, he liked it. Became kinda addicted to the feeling if ya like. Screwed up her servos and mental processors. So now he’s a psychic broken down drunk. I hope you didn’t want him to do anything delicate.”
The bartender walked away leaving Primal with only one though.
“What have I just done?”
One solar cycle later. That’s a day right? I think my mental processor’s going crazy from being around this bot.
The technicians were expecting some strange acting bot to show up that day. It was an odd request from Optimus Primal. Do whatever he wants. As long as it doesn’t blow up the planet.
So they were all wondering what the heck was going on. It didn’t take them long to get their answer. The doors blew open, and by blew open I mean somebody shot them good. In walked this old rusted out Transformer. They escorted him to the most secure and blast proof room they had there. They asked him what they could do for him.
“I want you to take this little piece and insert it into my spark.”
He held up a container that looked like it’d been around for ages. He opened it and told them to take the shard out and be careful with it.
“When you’re done doing that and if you survive it, I want you to add this little piece too.”
He pulled out yet another case. This one looked like it had been bombed and then left in the mud for decades.
“Whatever’s left of my spark after the first piece is in, put it in this and put it back into my spark housing. Now don’t screw it up, you don’t know how long it took me to find those 2 objects.”
The technicians all looked at him then back to the objects. They had no idea what those things were. They didn’t want to do anything that might blow up or anything. The entire front of the building had been blown in by this guy, what else could he do?
In true mind reader fashion, he told them what they wanted.
“That shard was the shard that broke off of the Matrix in that odd universe of Cars and Robots. For you know-it-alls, I took it from the remains of Maximus-Prime’s chest myself. Who knew it had fused with his body? Good thing he merged with Gadgett and became Exemplar. Never would have found that if he hadn’t.”
They all looked at him and were confused. Who were these Transformers he talked of?
“And that little beauty cost me my legs back during some war. I managed to find some Autobot and followed him good. He was leading some Troops and got himself blasted up good. He might have lived if he hadn't tried to save me too. I nearly plotzed my oil when I saw who it was. Old General Ultra Magnus. What a find! I helped myself to the good parts that I could find. I even got this weird thing that you are holding. I got told by some junk dealer that it’s a Matrix of some kind. Who knew?”
The techs knew that Ultra Magnus was still alive. So what was this bot talking about?
“Turns out that the bot that got blasted was called Ultra Magnus MINUS. Some copy. Whatever.
Now shut up and let’s get working. I only want you to do one thing before we start.
Forget who I was, Learn who I am. I’m Money Maker- It’s what I do best.”
The techs shut him down and tried not to do anything wrong. They opened his spark chamber and carefully inserted the first piece. Nothing happened. So they removed his spark and placed in into the second piece - the matrix thing. Nothing. They put it back into him and waited. And they waited. Still they waited. Nothing happened. While they waited they did scans of his frame and processors. They found all sorts of battle wounds, mismatched parts, weld marks from self repair jobs. They saw that his mind was severely damaged. Nobody knew how he could function like he was.
After a few weeks of nothing, they put his body into cold storage. What else could they do, he still wasn’t responsive.
It was during this long wait in cold storage that things happened outside and inside of his chamber. Outside, the Maximals and the Predacons were reabsorbed by their respective factions. They existed as subsets but were completely Autobot or Decepticon. Team – Unique Name had fought the change as long as they could, but against the combined might of every single Autobot soldier they had no chance. So now that Optimus Prime had his spies watching Cheetron, Primal didn’t need his own agent. Money Maker was forgotten.
Inside the chamber, his body was changing. Remolding. He felt it all. The pain, the loneliness, the isolation. His mind was evolving, reforming. Into what, he couldn’t figure out. He just didn't feel like himself anymore.
2 stellar cycles later he was still changing. The Matrix piece from Maximus-Prime had started combining with the Matrix from Ultra Magnus Minus into what the 2 were designed to be all along. In their original Universes, those pieces were what was used to combine with their respective counterpart. But fate had other ideas for them.
Now, thanks to one bot that existed for nothing but more wealth, fate had caught up.
His audio receptors came online. He heard screams. There was a Transformer in need. He had to help. He knew he had to help... but why? He didn't care. He was going to help. He bust through the chamber like it was nothing. He stood up in his new form.
He was in a ruined building. Not a spark around. Just debris. The scream! He heard it again. But there was no door out!
Bursting through the ceiling he flew up into the night. The stars above Cybertron were pretty but he could admire them later. He had a job to do. He flew down to where the screaming was coming from. There was a smaller Transformer being attacked by this larger yellow cat.
“I’ll save you ma’am”
The yellow cat tried to yell something while charging at the smaller bot. It only took one hand to grab the cat and lift him above his head.
“You are safe now ma’am. Please continue home in a safe manner. “
“Oh thank you big sir, let me show you my thanks.”
The smaller bot pointed his null ray rifles at the hero and blasted him right in the back. He then laughed in a familiar fashion, transformed into a jet and left.
“You idiot, that was Starscream and we almost had him!”
Racing up from behind the yellow cat were a bunch of other Transformers. They were all ready to fight if this new guy didn’t let their leader down.
“So you are the good guys and that jet that blasted me was bad? Well then I’ll join you! No, don’t say no (yes they all did say no) I’m already a part of this team. Yellow Cat, what is your name?”
“Cheetron. And this is Team –Unique Name. Now go away.”
He knew the name Cheetron from somewhere. But thinking of it hurt his head. He decided to call him Yellow Cat. Oh, many arguments came that night. But he stayed with the team. Mostly he wouldn’t leave.
“You can call me DEFENDOR!”
Nobody did yell his name like he did. And they spelled it Defender like it should have been. And so far nobody knows what he did to their teammates. Nobody is sure if he even remembers it himself.
All Defender know is that he will find that female red jet and make her his bride... She was kinda cute.
Many cycles later....
Centuries ago, before the war, at the beginning of the Inferno, a dingy bar on the outskirts of a long forgotten city, an old forgesmith invited the Darkness for a drink. Stingy Jack as he was known, didn't like to pay for his own drinks, so he some how convinced the Darkness to transform himself into an Energon credit, the Darkness, for whatever reason, obliged.
Stingy Jack, being the stingy mech that he was still skipped out on his bar tab. Fixing the energon credit with a transformation inhibitor, he kept the dark Energon credit at his side.
Jack eventually freed the Darkness, under the condition that he would not bother Jack for one year and that, should Jack die, he would not claim his spark. The next year, Jack again tricked the Darkness into climbing into a tree to pick a piece of energn. While he was up in the tree, Jack carved engaged a transformation inhibitor field around the tree so that the Darkness could not come down until the Darkness promised Jack not to bother him for ten more years.
Soon after, Jack died. As the legend goes, such an unsavory figure could not be allowed into the AllSpark. The Darkness, upset by the trick Jack had played on him and keeping his word not to claim his spark, would not allow Jack into the Inferno. He sent Jack off into the dark night with only a burning optics to light his way. As the centuries passed, the ghostly figure of Stingy Jack roamed Cybertron, his burning optics acting like a lantern, as his name drifted into mythology, Cybertronians began to refer to him as "Jack of the Lantern", or "Jack-o-Lantern" for short.
But Jack has grown tired of roaming, he has been witness to The Great War, he has witnessed the destruction of Cybertron, enraged, Jack has spread his ghostly influence, possessing Cybertronians with his influence, using them to spread his influence further until Cybertron is his ...
One day Defender woke up and started to feel a bit different. I mean really really different. His mind wasn't cloudy. The red cutie wasn't on his mind. He now had an appetitte. One for destruction.
He went back and visited his "old" bar. Not his original one, that was was still long destroyed. He sat at the bar and ordereed a circuit spritzer, extra sparks. It took a few drinks before he releazed there was another 'bot next to him drinking right along with him. The bot with the glowing optics thanked him for the drinks and walked away. Confused, Defender paid what he thought was way too much for his drinks and left.
He transformed into his 2 headed bird to fly back to base. But when he did, he dropped onto the ground. Now a Big Blue Pumpkin. This being a brain shot Defender, he rolled home instead. Trying to bite everyone on the way.
Maybe the Oracle had mercy on his spark...
Defender's recent battles
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