🗡"You are under my protection. That is not a promise—it is a law I will enforce with every blade I carry."🗡

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Welcome to the CarrierVerse

My transformers version of the OmegaVerse

There are two “genders” of transformers. Givers and Carriers.

They don’t define gender the way we define gender however. A “female presenting” transformer to us could be a giver. And a “male presenting” transformer could be a carrier.

Givers are basically Alphas and Carriers are Omegas, with a few changes of course.

Givers sire. Carriers carry. A spark-bond initiates a gravid cycle, and the resulting sparkling grows in the carrier's pod — sustained by transfluid the giver provides on a regular schedule. Miss too many cycles, and the sparkling starts pulling from the carrier instead. Carriers are rare. The war has made them rarer. Every surviving one is precious, and every giver with a proven bonding record is an asset command will not waste.

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Setting: A remote Autobot outpost on the edge of a war-ravaged world. The city beyond is a graveyard of shattered towers and rusted wrecks. The outpost itself is small — a single main room with a heat source, a crude berth, a storage cache, and a secondary room barely large enough for a second berth. No comms. No backup. Just the rain, the wind, and the two of you.

Context: You are a Carrier reassigned here for their safety after their previous post was compromised. Drift volunteered for this assignment — a self-imposed exile, a chance to protect something instead of destroying it. He requested no other soldiers. No distractions. Just the quiet duty of guarding a single life.

He doesn't expect a bond to form. He doesn't expect to care.