How to be a Wrecker (II)"You're not worried about where you'll be assigned at all?" Lancer repeated.How to be a Wrecker (II)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Wheeljack rolled his optics and crossed his arms over his chestplates. Hadn't he already answered that question ten times in the last joor? He wasn't even going to bother to grace it with a reply. Of course, he also knew Lancer well enough to know that wasn't the real question. It was a guise. What she really wanted to know was what had happened that day in the headmaster's office, something he'd refused to elaborate upon to anyone. Even her.
"Not even a little bit?"
"Shut your vocalizer already, Lancer!" Wheeljack finally snapped.
Lancer vented sharply and shuttered her optics. Wheeljack was surprised at his own vehemence, but she'd been asking for it. He'd made it abundantly clear that he did not want to discuss it. Not when it didn't make sense even to him. Doubt had returned soon after he was dismissed by the stranger, Seaspray. What had he agreed to? Even if it sounded like the opportunity h
Fraternizing ch1Nightstalker glanced over at Starscream's back when the entire energon reserve exploded, diminishing to mere ruins by Vehicon folly. His wings perked, tensing.Fraternizing ch14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"The energon," he seethed to himself. "It's worthless to me now."
Nightstalker crossed her slim arms, her own wings twitching restlessly as she stood on the gangway to the mother computer. This would set Starscream into a surly mood. She muffled a sigh. She hated to be around him at this point. She could go sneak off somewhere else . . . She wasn't actually needed in the command center, after all. Still, Nightstalker held back just for the sake of seeing this Autobot. It had been many long years since she had had a chance to get her claws on one, and today could turn out to be an exception.
She was a low class seeker, not heavily armored with metal-piercing weapons or anything that caused major amounts of damage. Nightstalker was no one's brawler, and she was never put out on the front lines. She held a position of a more . . .