Ratchet's Day - Whispatchet9:05 AM Local TimeRatchet's Day - Whispatchet4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ratchet groaned. He'd only just started work and already the Twins were in his med bay.
"Hey Ratch, I'm betting Sides here we can bug ya at least three times today, so much that you kick us out," Sunstreaker sniggered.
"Don't you two have anything better to do?" he snapped at the golden twin as he tried to fill out his reports, "I'm busy." Both lambo's gave him identical cheeky grins.
"But we love you Ratchet," Sides teased.
"We live to bug ya," his twin finished.
Ratchet booted them out of the medbay.
"And my pede sure loves you to," with that he slammed the door shut on them.
"Ratchet, I hear the Twins were in here earlier," Tracks said, coming up behind him.
"Yes, why?" Ratchet asked.
"Prowl's looking for them again."
"Well they're not here, so look somewhere else, I'm busy!"
Tracks skidded a little on the floor outside the med bay as; he too, was kicked out.
"Hey, Ratchet when are ya gonna be done with my arm, I k
Full Ark: Rules 'Teletran's Server' - # 2Teletran Main Server Loading...Full Ark: Rules 'Teletran's Server' - # 21 year ago in Humor More Like This
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Welcome to the Base Rules page. This page consists of suggested rules and regulations for Ark inhabitants. First introduced by Prowl, Autobot Second-in-Command, the purpose of these rules is to help present and future Autobot and human allies have a smooth and positive interaction. All rules have been sanctioned by SIC Prowl and do not express the opinions of all humans and Autobots on base.
The following rules have been written by current human ally and Ark resident, Riley Rae O’Neil. For future details on this human, please click the following link.
Rule # 1: If the ‘Bots are playing golf, get the fuck out of the way.
(Or chances are you will be running for your life down a long-ass hallway from a giant ball of doom)
Rule # 2: It is worthy of noting that Ratchet actually does not throw wrenches at humans.
(However, he has evil
Prowl's Grand List of RulesBecause of the extreme circumstances Crescendoll unfortunately winds up in, I have composed a general list of rules that should be obeyed at all time. Now, I'm not naïve; I don't expect any of you to remember or acknowledge all its content, but these guidelines will at least prevent us from being the galaxy's chief pariah. Now read it, memorize it, and if I so much as catch you breaking ANY of these, there will be Pit to pay.Prowl's Grand List of Rules2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. We'll start off simple: don't leave your supplies and personal objects on the floor. Pick it up.
2. Do not mistake my good dish towels and fancy towels for those lump of clothes Lockdown uses to clean the grease off his upgrades. If I catch any unwanted black smudge on my towels, I will be swift and just.
3. For that matter, put all rags, poncho, and towels in the laundry basket. I do laundry every week; if you don't put it in before that day, then you're going to have to live with the stink and/or stain until next week. That's what you get for your
Oath of PeaceI pledge my undying service to my Prime and the Autobot cause.Oath of Peace1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I shall devote my spark to achieving our goal of galactic peace,
even if I must give up my life.
I will defend the weak and helpless.
And remove any threats from the planet that which we protect.
Til All Are One.
Shaky First Meetings 1. Shaky First MeetingsShaky First Meetings6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jazz sighed with boredom as he drummed his fingers lightly on the console in a rhythmic manner. He couldnt remember the last time things had been so quiet and uneventful in Optimus Primes unit. Slag, even the red and yellow twins , Sideswipe and Suntreaker, were behaving after another violent threat from the Arks main medical officer and weapons specialist . Jazz groaned in frustration before turning his chair in a 360 degree circle. If something doesnt happen soon, he said aloud to himself. Im going to fry my processing chips.
In an act of Primus himself, booming Optimus Primes voice came over the his com system. Lieutenant Jazz, I would like to speak with you in my office on an important manner. In an almost sparkling manner, Jazz literally leapt from his seat doing a smal graceful flip as he took off down the hallway full speed towards his commande
Happy Circus Happy CircusHappy Circus3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Annabelle was the type of young child who liked it when her parents were busy.
This was not because she did not love her parents, nor was it because her parents were awful people to be around when they weren't busy doing something else. In fact, William and Sarah Lennox were both lovely and loving people who were friendly and open to many things, and decidedly found it a great hobby to invest copious amounts of love and attention in their only child. This was the sort of environment that allows most children to flourish, and indeed, Annabelle did flourish under such copious amounts of love and attention. She loved all the time she got to spend with her parents.
However, even as a young child, Annabelle had an unusually mature understanding of the world. She knew that at the end of the day, she would still see her parents. She would see her parents every day, which made the act of seeing them kind of unextraordinary. Even her dad, who worked odd shifts on the
Sweet AngelSweet AngelSweet Angel4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Magnus roused himself from recharge as night settled in. While comfortable in the room Bulkhead had vacated for him, something wasn't right. Magnus Hammer lighting up in his grip, he poked his helm outside his room. Sitting in the 'living room' was Optimus, a data pad alighting his soft features in an effervescing glow. "Optimus?" He quietly called.
Optimus popped up, his tired optics barely registering him as they slid half closed. "Sir? Did I wake you?"
"Well, no, just what are you doing up? Shouldn't you be in recharge by now?" Magnus inquired upon the weary Prime.
"Sentinel pushed me out of berth." Optimus informed. Tilting his helm inside the doorframe, he found this to be true. Sentinel was laying spread eagle at an angle, leaving no room for Optimus.
"Well, why don't you come bunk with me? I can't have you tired out and unable to function in the morning." Magnus stated, squashing any refusals. Optimus, seeing he couldn't refuse, simply nodded and followed Magnu
My Falling Star Chapter 4My Falling Star Chapter 44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
.:::~CHAPTER 4~::: .
"He what?" Sideswipe stood motionless in awe. Behind him Jolt, Bumblebee the twins and the triplets stood with shock written on their faceplates.
Chromia rolled up and grabbed her spark mate's arm. "IronHide, is Prime alright? He isn't hurt is he?"
He shook his head and pointed toward the med bay hanger. "Ratchet is running some diagnostic scans on him now."
Flareup pulled up next to her sister taking her by one arm with her other sister Arcee in the other. "Come on, we just gotta see this for ourselves!"
Letting go of her mate's arm she nodded. "Oh absolutely!"
Arcee giggled at her young purple sister's enthusiasm. "What's got you so excited all of a sudden?"
Flareup giggled excitedly as she raced toward the med bay. "Like you don't know! It's not every day that there's a sparkling on the base!"
Eventually giggling to themselves, both Arcee and Chromia raced after their over excited sister. True it had been a long time since any one of the three had see
Transmission Opening-Incoming Transmission...Transmission Opening3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
...Sender: Exodus Prime...
Hello, it's been a while since I last contacted you, I'm sorry for that I've been busy and unable to send any form of contact. Our communications officer on the Lady Bug has been a bit on edge, and uncooperative. Though that hardly matters.
I guess I should run through everything again, just in case you forgot. Back when I was a young sparkling, back before I this blasted war I lived with our father Barox Septis, and mother Karabi. I had two siblings. One older, one very much younger than me. My older brother Septux Kan, and my sister Hecate. I at the time was known as Naxos Mar. There was at least a decade between each of us, which I feel came as a great disadvantage between us all. Though at times it is a positive thing.
It was that fateful night if you can remember, the one with the magnetic storms that were common in our region of Cybertron, that mom and dad were killed. Their killer fath
Sparkling at the DoorSparkling at the Door4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's yet another quiet and peaceful day in the city of Detroit. The locals go about their ever day lives without the worries of the much larger battle being fought as they walked their daily commutes. Meanwhile at the Autobot base, it was a different story.
"Any sign of Decepticon activity Ratchet?" Prime walks into the recreational area of the base.
"No Prime I haven't seen anything on the news and Teletran 1 isn't showing anything either." Ratchet walks away from the screens to Prime. "But, we'll keep an optic on the screens just to be on the safe side."
"Come' on Prime. What's with you being so worked up all of a sudden?" (Bumblebee looking away from his videogames.) "You've been watching the monitors since you got up this morning."
"Yeah boss bot, what's got you so worked up?" Bulkhead looks up from his painting that he's been working on for the last few months.
"I don't know ." Prime walks to the window looking up to the now clear blue sky. " I just got a fee
I Look at You All"Ultra, what is war?"I Look at You All4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The question was impossible to miss, as the vulnerability of the words contrasted sharply with the deep timbre of the voice that spoke them. Still, Ultra looked up, pausing to process the question. "What do you mean, Sigma?"
Sigma crouched slightly, bringing his eyes to the same level as his partner, who was working on a platform. The former's white and navy armor plating was possibly the brightest thing in the dingy bay that housed Project Omega. "What is war?" the sentinel repeated.
Ah. Ultra hadn't been mistaken. Admittedly, the Omega Sentinels were never meant to gain true sapience, and yet it happened. It had led to a few sticky situationsnow, for example. "It is a conflict," the mech (also white and navy) replied, slightly vague, while staring at his desk.
Sigma turned his head slightly, toward the sound of a commotion from a few platforms over: the sound of two workers arguing. "This is war?" he questioned.
"Not quite," Ultra replied with a slight chu
Missing PantiesDon’t leave your bras and underwear lying around the floor of your room.Missing Panties1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Riley O’Neil sat comfortably cross-legged on the arm of an Autobot-size couch, her How to Smile on Your Menstruation book Jazz had “accidently” produced with her monthly supplies opened on her lap. Her blonde and red hair framed the pages as she rested one side of her hand into a fist, her elbow resting on her knee.
The rec room of the Ark was unnaturally quiet as only a handful of Autobots were scattered around its large space. Most notably were her whispering guardians Sunstreaker and Sideswipe sitting at a table to her right and the sweet gunner Bluestreak, who sat on a chair a few feet in front of the couch, a data pad resting on his knee strut.
So when she suddenly heard the advancing “dribble, drop” of liquid splashing the metal flooring, it sounded like a bang of thunder.
She didn’t look over as approaching footsteps shuffled their way into the
.:Curse of The Rubik's Cube:..:The Curse of the Rubix Cube:..:Curse of The Rubik's Cube:.9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A strange feeling had hounded Ratchet throughout the day and now, as he sat in his office making a paper clip chain, he realised what it was. During the entire day, thus far at least, the entire eight-hour shift he'd worked up to this point, precisely slag all had happened.
The Decepticons hadn't attacked; Wheeljack hadn't been carted into medbay in a self-induced blazing inferno; Red Alert hadn't had a minor circuit seizure over a speck of dust; Sunstreaker hadn't scratched his paintjob and had a screaming blue fit about it and Prime, dear old Prime, hadn't seen fit to terrorise him with the results of yet another attack on the 'Cons base. At any other time Ratchet would have been in a really good mood about this turn of events, but no, something was wrong - very wrong.
That something was really quite simple. He was bored stiff, no actually, more than that – he was deathly bored. He linked the last paper clip in his paper clip chain to the first,
TFA: Cheering Up a PrimeTFA: Cheering Up a Prime5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Title: Cheering Up a Prime
Warnings: angst, fluff, slash
Summary: Optimus has been suffering from stress, and Bumblebee wants the Prime to relax. He has a few methods that might work.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Written for CadaverousPallor. Wanted a fic based off this pic. You need an account to be able to view it. http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/660080/
Bumblebee grumbled as he sulked in the corner of the warehouse, optics fixed on Optimus sitting on a couch a few feet away. While the others were attending a carnival with Sari, he was stuck at the base for setting off a few paint bombs in Ratchet's medbay. Optimus was livid, and he had chewed Bumblebee out worse than Ratchet. The harshness of Optimus' words had taken Bumblebee by surprise. He didn't understand what the big deal was. It was just a harmless prank, but ever since Megatron reappeared, Optimus was prone to snapping over little things. Opti
Movie NightMovie nights on Diego Garcia occurred all the time. But the Official Movie Night, when new releases were actually brought onto base was once a week. This was the night that the 'big screen' was used. This being the side of a large white painted hanger wall. There were two basic rules in regards to choice of movies. The movies needed to be acceptable for showing to the majority and the movie had to pass a preview screening by two officers, one human and one mecha. It had been busy around here as of late and Prowl had passed off the screening of movie choice to Jazz. After all, his friend was very in on everything human and being an officer did actually know when to put the kibosh on anything to hazardous. And that might have been the problem. The movie had met the criteria for being acceptable. That Sideswipe, Jazz and Sergeant Epps had all agreed on the choice of movie to order in so quickly - within the first two minutes of planning should have been the clue that trouble was waMovie Night3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Transformers - Get up. Story for the pictureTransformers - Get up. Story for the picture3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Megatron awoke when he realized that his flank was growing increasingly cold. His mate, Optimus, should have returned by now from his hunting trip. Megatron looked around. There were no signs of the younger dragon anywhere. Megatron rose and padded out of their cave. He sniffed for his mate's familiar scent, there was no trace. He walked further out; it was far too cold to fly. His wings were stiff and slow. He continued down their regular path. A few miles into the forest, he caught the faint scent of blood and sprinted to it. 'If this was his mate's blood ' the thought shuttered through him. He didn't even want to think of such things. He wouldn't be able to bear it if he lost Optimus. His mate was his everything. He ignored the snow that stung his eyes; all that mattered was finding his mate.
Suddenly, the scent of blood was over powering, and the sight before him was grizzly; the snow thick with blood. "Optimus!" He called out huskily, tears brimming his eyes. He pa
Shattered Glass AutobotsOptimus Prime:Shattered Glass Autobots6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Function: Emperor of Destruction
"All sentient beings are free to follow me. Refusal means destruction!"
During Cybertron's Golden Age of peace, an elite few served as the guardians of Cybertron's accumulated knowledge. Among these data clerks was Optronix. A low-level operator who sought to replace those above him, Optronix turned his research skills to finding methods of manipulation. Eventually, he rose to prominence; however, when his activities were uncovered, he was removed from service and left purposeless. Deep in his Ember though, Optronix believed he was best fit to lead Cybertron. He hungered for power and through his studies, he determined that military might was the only way to achieve his goals. Preaching a philosophy of destruction and conquest, he eventually began re-engineering his body as well
DreamHot Rod sighed as he simply sat on his berth. He had been thinkingthinking about the return of Optimus Prime. He never imagined it, but Optimus was finally back, back from the dead. But could the Autobot leader, the real leader, ever speak to Hot Rod again? It was Hot Rods fault that Optimus died in the first place. If he hadnt been stupid enough to get in the way, Optimus wouldnt have died! It was his fault, and yet, Optimus would look at Hot Rod as if nothing happened.Dream7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Is something wrong Hot Rod?
Hot Rod looked up to see the red and blue Autobot standing in front of him. Hot Rod immediately jumped to his feet at the sight of his leader.
O-Optimus Hot Rod stammered. I-I didnt hear you come in!
Calm down, I just want to talk to you.
Hot Rod tilted his head slightly. What is it?
Optimus paused, staring into the other mechs optics. Ever since I returned, youve
First day att the NESTI still can't believe how I got here. Sitting on an military truck on my way to an top secret Military base with an American uniform and an weird mark on my left shoulder that says NEST.First day att the NEST3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This uniform feels so weird and the clothes I got feels so much softer that the Swedish Military clothes does, I guess it feels better on the skin but I'm just not use to it. Even the smell on the uniform and everything that is Military here smells different and for some reason it bugs me.
Everything went so fast when I got that call from the Swedish army that America needed me for an mission to guard something top secret and I was the only one who could do it. Sounds like an joke but I accepted the mission, So far I have always accepted almost every mission I get. The only reason why I don't accept an Mission is when I'm really, really ill.
They didn't tell me so much about this mission, not even where it is. They just picked me up from the F7 military base in Sweden with that Hercules plane there I h
My Falling Star Chapter 13My Falling Star Chapter 134 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
.:::~CHAPTER 13~::: .
As the stars set into the dark sky, Kayda quietly trotted alongside her father's wide strides astonished by the information she had just learned. Decepticons were like that?! Wow
Looking up Kayda couldn't help but choke. "The leader of the Decepticons you said his name was Megatron?"
Merely nodding Prime continued to look forward down the beach. "Yes. The Decepticon leader's name is Megatron."
Making a motion with her hand Kayda skipped a step to catch up. "And you said he is your arch enemy?"
Nodding once again Prime's gaze remained the same. "I did."
Looking away, Kayda cleared her vocalizer. "Daddy, has Megatron always been your arch enemy?"
Stopping abruptly, Optimus turned to meet the gaze of his daughter. "Kayda, I wish to not speak of this any further. I think you've asked enough questions for one night."
Turning away Optimus stopped suddenly feeling Kayda's hand resting on his stabilizing servo. Looking down, Optimus met a g
Trangendered? Be yourself.I was told recently that I act like too much of a woman to be a man because I am one of the more sensitive and compassionate types of people. This was spoken by an acquaintance but it makes me think. If I had been born biologically male then they would not have said I was too much of a woman to be a man, but instead considered me a sensitive guy, something which is not a bad thing to be. This occurred due to me hugging my roommate and giving him a shoulder to cry on when he had a mental breakdown. Had someone born male done that it would have likely been seen as being a good friend, but in my case, because I was not born male in body, they use my caring as a way to try to prove I am not a man, when all evidence proves otherwise when it comes to my mentality.Trangendered? Be yourself.4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It got me thinking. Yes, people hold expectations for how genders act, but those who are cisgendered, that is born in a body matching their mental gender, are allowed to bend and blur the lines without anyone questioning their gend
That MomentIt was that moment when time seemed to freeze; the sound, the impact, the fluids splashing, the shrapnel flying; everything seemed to stand in the air.That Moment3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Sideswipe easily had the time to take everything in; committing the sight to memory. He would remember every bit of metal, every screw, every splash of fluid and jolt of electricity flying through the air.
Everything that should have still been residing within the chassis of their Chief Medical Officer.
After the terrible blast there was a strange calm, where Sideswipe and Ratchet merely stared at each other; each attempting to comprehend what had happened.
When Sideswipe's gaze had tracked all the parts in the air, it traced their lines of movement, seeking where they came from and with that where the medic had been hit.
It was a chaotic maze though, the parts came from and moved into utterly different directions.
It puzzled Sideswipe at first, and in that strange super-aware state; his processor overclocked by the shock, th
TFA Christmas SpecialSteelhaven settled itself onto the soft, white ground of Earth with far more passengers than when it first arrived. The assembled Autobots walked outside and stared in wonder at the covered landscape. "What in all of Cybertron is this?" Sentinel growled.TFA Christmas Special3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Alpha Trion took a tentative step off the loading ramp. "Oh, it doesn't look like much " The ice underneath him cracked and he fell until he was chest deep. "Help." Dai Atlas, Star Saber, and Ultra Magnus heaved him up onto the ramp.
"What is being that?" Jetfire questioned pointing out to a moving 'mole tunnel'. It hit a light pole and then a sign. Bumblebee popped up and looked around. Bumblebee moved again, hitting more light poles and signs. He then popped up again and spotted them. The mole tunnel moved until Bumblebee walked up the ramp toward them.
"Welcome back to Earth." He greeted. Bumblebee took count of all the bots that were standing in front of him: Star Saber, Dai Atlas, Ultra Magnus, Sentinel Prime, Jazz