Budding IntrigueTempest sighed in relief as she stepped off the ship. It had been far too long since the last colony they stopped on to refuel. She straightened up and stretched a bit. However, her paralyzed wings remained limp. She exhaled and stepped down the gangplank.Budding Intrigue1 year ago in Romance More Like This
As she stepped off, the inclined plane zipped back up into the ship. The medic turned to see the ship lock itself.
"All right all of you!" Optimus said aloud, getting the rest of the ship's crew to listen. The normally chatty group quickly shushed itself. "We're only there for two solar cycles, but you need to get back onto the ship in three mega-cycles. All the stragglers will be left to fend for themselves outside, where it is cold. Are we clear?"
"Yes, sir!" As quickly as they came, the group scattered about.
Tempest looked around for her buddy, but she didn't see him. The flier sighed. He probably went off with his twin then-
She jolted when a blue servo landed on her shoulder. Tempest looked up in alarm,
Making Up For Lost Time C3: OutlookA/N: This will be the last bit to this three-shot. Considering things, I might expand it into a collection of drabbles/short stories with this universe.Making Up For Lost Time C3: Outlook10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Scratch that, I will.
Please enjoy the last installment of this little three-shot.
There was a reason why the data-letter was so light. It had only one sentence. One measly sentence.
'Give me a comm . . . I want to talk to you as soon as I can.'
Everyday afterwards, Smokescreen waited for his comm. to ring.
He felt utterly pathetic.
It had been a good few vorns since the ex-Elite Guardsmech had last seen Bumblebee. His spark twinged in regret, remembering the reason how and why Bumblebee got so upset.
When Smokescreen went to go and try make amends, he had the door slammed in his face.
He hadn't gone back since.
Smokescreen exhaled. He put his servo to his face.
He lied in his berth. The mech up at the ceiling of his room. His back was supported by a dozen foam pillows. The ma
A Bite Missed-Request FicA/N: Request for :iconRokoshay:.A Bite Missed-Request Fic9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wanted her OC, Cometblast, interacting with Thundercracker from the TFA-verse, but slightly AU. She added another request to it, and to not spoil it, just read!
I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor have I made money off this little thing. This is just a request I have written.
Cometblast belongs to :iconRokoshay:.
Thundercracker, and the other 'mystery character', belong to Hasbro.
Cometblast loved coming to Maccadam's after a particularly long solar cycle.
This was one of those solar cycles.
Her professor had been very irrational about the assignment she turned in. They traded heated words. She was lucky he didn't flunk her, which he was known for. Lucky the femme was one of his brightest, so he favored her observations.
But he still detracted her grade by 15%.
She exhaled and waited in line to get into the famous ba
MorningA/N: Argh! I am so sorry this is a few days late :iconFoxAircurrent:. I meant to get this uploaded sooner, but the darn internet just wouldn't let me.Morning7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, without further ado, here's your birthday present!
When Star Shy woke up, her optics still hadn't focused. She turned on her side, rubbing her optics.
The space beside her was empty, but she could see her spark-mate looking out the window. The femme could see his back, uncovered, showing his protoform. In fact, he didn't have any of his armor on at all, sans his pelvic armor.
Carefully, she got up; pulling the blanket that was draped over as she got out of the berth. She quietly walked over to his side, looking out at the city just a few cycles of driving.
"It's pretty early," she murmured, looking up at him, "You couldn't sleep?"
He didn't answer right away. The taller mech shuttered his optics a moment, ex-venting.
"You couldn't sleep," Star murmured. She reached up and touched his shoulder. "Ni
Return C1"Incoming vessel, please state your name and business in Oan space. If not, you'll be met with hostile force," Salaak stated. He stared at the monitor as a voice soon answered.Return C12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"This is the Interceptor," a familiar male AI's replied. "We're coming in for a landing, and we've got some hopeful, Blue Lanterns in need of assistance!"
"L.A.N.O.S?" Salaak murmured. The six-limbed alien blinked in surprise and immediately notified the Guardians, a well-known Honor Guard member, and drill sergeant.
Hal couldn't believe his eyes as the Interceptor touched down on the tarmac. His brown hair had a few strands of grey, due to stress. The man had crossed his arms, but looked at the Oan ship with both curiosity and amazement.
As soon as it touched down, Kilowog had arrived. The Bolovaxian whispered to Hal, "Who do you think is with L.A.N.O.S. in there?"
"Well, he said Blue Lanterns . . ." Hal murmured. "It's been five years since we last saw L.A.N.O.S., or ev
Slowly Getting There'C'mon, just tell her that you like her,' Jetfire told himself.Slowly Getting There10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It happened right after Prowl's funeral. A majority of Optimus Prime's team was down in the dumps.
Sentinel, begrudgingly seeing it his duty, had assigned a few bots to keep an optic on the homecoming heroes, just in case.
Jetfire was tasked to keep an eye on the little mini-bot the Space Bridge cleaning crew brought back.
But she wasn't a mini-bot.
Sentinel had taken it up with the Council that letting an organic run about Cybertron again was far too dangerous.
Much to Optimus and his team's vehemence about it, Sari was nearly sent back to Earth. The fact that she transformed in front of the High Council changed everything.
Sari Sumdac was a bona fide techno-organic.
Jetfire knew it, because he and his brother were standing right next to her when she transformed.
The twins scrambled away in fear when the human/Cybertronian's face mask slid away, allowing everyone to see her face.
After some more
The Perfect Two Ch.1The Perfect Two Ch.12 years ago in Settings More Like This
Today had not been a very good day. No, not a day Tavros would say was a good day uh... at all! He had planned to head out on the first day of his break to go and play some D&D with some of his internet friends, but the car he had gotten himself decided not to start. But would that stop him? No, he had some dragons to slay and that meant going on a real life adventure! And by adventure he meant... going on the subway. Which in reality might not be seen as much of an adventure to anyone else, but he hadn't gotten the chance to really explore much of the city at all. After the accident when he was younger, his parents had been very overprotective and didn't allow him out much. But he was older now and had already gotten use to traveling around with his prosthetic leg wonderfully now! He barely even tripped, even when going down stairs! Though he did seem to walk with maybe a little bit of a limp.But anyways, he had somehow made his way down the stairs, through the bustle of
Green Lantern TAS :: Fixing the Past"Aya, just listen for a moment. Please."Green Lantern TAS :: Fixing the Past2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Green Lantern, did you listen to me when I asked? When I pleaded? No. So I shall return the favor."
Hal opened his mouth, but couldn't find any words. It was true. She'd had problems and he had been unwilling to listen. But there had been good reason for that! They'd been in the middle of rescuing the Red Lanterns! He'd promised they'd talk later. But still. The fact remained that she was right. Feeling defeated, he stood down, glancing sideways at Kilowog, who had also attempted to talk sense into Aya. The Bolovaxian just sighed, shrugging. They were running out of ideas here. "This is my fault." Hal said, rubbing his neck uncomfortably. Razer gave him an annoyed look, most of the irritation directed at himself.
"Quiet Lantern. We all know whose fault this really is. She's been talking about emotions ever since she started leading the manhunters. Who's responsible for giving her such ideas about love and happiness?! That's right. Me.
Staying-Fic TradeA/N: This is my half of :iconFoxAircurrent:'s fic trade with me. What she wanted was something with our two OC's, hers being Hope and mine being Retrograde.Staying-Fic Trade9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
This sprung from the fact that where I am, the weather can't seem to decide whether or not it wants to be raining, hailing (which is a surprise. I video taped some of it too, and if you want to see it, I might post it to my hardly used YouTube account ), or to be a happy-sunny day ┐(ﾟ～ﾟ)┌.
Without further ado, here's my half of the fic trade!
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of this fiction but the plot itself, Retrograde, Freefall, and Star Shy.
Hope belongs to FoxAircurrent.
And recognizable characters in the Transformers franchise are not mine.
Retrograde tensed when he saw three droplets land in front of him. When they made cont
A Bee Flies FreeA/N: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR OPERATION BUMBLEBEE PART 2! YE HATH BEEN WARNED!A Bee Flies Free3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The night was young, and so were he and his charge, Raf, who was screaming in a mix of utter excitement and of utter terror. Which one the child's screaming was leaning towards, the scout didn't know, but oh how exceptional it felt to have the ability to transform once again.
Bumblebee didn't care as he did doughnuts all around the Nevada sand within sight of the human authorities. The sand was getting into the nicks and crannies between his armor.
The youngling knew he could clean it out in the wash-racks after a bit of lecturing from Ratchet and Optimus; the words would go through one audio-receptor and out the other in no time.
The scout didn't give a damn at the moment.
Bumblebee could fight alongside his friends and comrades! Oh he could transform!!! He could do anything, the end of t
Dinner Date For ThreeA/N: The muse wouldn't leave me alone for this. Also, this is something that I wanted to write out with this pair, and to include Star Shy a little more.Dinner Date For Three9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It helps writing kids when the age range is about the same as a younger sibling. X3 In part, I dedicate this to my little sister, who was a bit of a model that helped me create Star Shy.
There is a very, very, very small indication of past interfacing, but I don't think it constitutes a 'warning'.
Disclaimer: I did not get paid in any way for this fic.
Transformers belongs to Hasbro.
Star Shy, Freefall and Retrograde belong to me.
Hope belongs to :iconFoxAircurrent:.
Star scurried about the energon room, helping her Sire make dinner. On the menu for the lunar cycle was some small circles of energon pizza, a heaping platter of energon pasta, freshly brewed Cy-Tea for the guest . . . with the
Return C6Later . . .Return C61 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Razer went into his quarters on the Interceptor. He hyperventilated as he placed his head into his hands. What was left of Aya's body in the med-bay was gone. Gone. Not even L.A.N.O.S. knew what happened to her shell-
Razer slapped his forehead and growled. "No you idiot, she is a living being! Not just a simple AI nav-com anymore."
"And that's not our only problem." Razer could hear Kilowog outside the door. The Volkregian watched as the door opened by L.A.N.O.S's will. "Atrocitus's ring is gone."
Outside, one could hear Sister P'len wailing hysterically. "She's just a child, Brother Walker! The minute that monster has the spear, HE'LL KILL HER!" In turn, several Green Lanterns and Saint Walker tried to calm down the priestess.
"Great Grotz," Razer murmured. He shuddered as he remembered how the war on Volkreg. It too left Mothers bereft when their children-
The young Blue Lantern took a deep breath and tried to clear his head, but that
Wake UpA/N: This was supposed to end up a lot happier. I tried, I tried.Wake Up2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Setting: Cybertron, TFP. It's quite more than a few years later.
Warnings: Established Bumblebee/Smokescreen and vice-versa. That means slash and if you don't like, don't read! And flames will be used to help cook s'mores.
Smokescreen silently entered the med-bay. The receptionist looked up. As soon as he did he ducked his helm and waved the door-winged mech through. The former rookie had been there often enough that the staff had learned his name.
He closed his optics, and let his pedes lead him to the ward. His feet were light upon hitting the floor, but his chassis felt heavy.
As he neared the right room, he looked in through window. Smokes noticed an upright shadow. He flinched, the deactivation of his weapons systems barely succeeding. At this ungodly hour the former rookie didn't expect to see a non-patient in the ward he visited. Especial
Brother My Brother: PrologueThat battle alone took about five hundred lives on both sides. That was a thousand sparks that have reentered the Well of All Sparks; a thousand mechs or femmes that will never see the faces of their loved ones ever again.Brother My Brother: Prologue2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Wheeljack sighed as he walked past the devastation, barely able to look at the bodies of the deceased, Autobot or Decepticon. Energon, the bright hue of pink, splattered and pooled all across the ground. Around the Autobot scientist were the once proud buildings of the Neutral Territory, decimated to nothing. The only few left standing were only about half of the mech's height. The sky above him was coated with a gray haze, hiding the Decepticon-red like sky.
Wheeljack paused in his steps as a ping on his comm. alerted him that someone was contacting him.
"Yes, Ultra Magnus, sir?" Wheeljack answered curtly. He averted his optics as he noticed a Decepticon front-liner's chassis, grotesquely mangled and twisted.
"-Wheeljack,-" the leader of the Autobots said.
Second Chance chpt 1Chapter OneSecond Chance chpt 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
It couldn't be. It can't be. Were his eyes playing tricks on him?
It was her!
"Aya...!" Hal gasped. "You're alive, I-I can't believe it...!"
The crude automaton's eyes had the same gentleness. She came back to them through whatever parts she could find... She was alive!
"Thank you, Green Lantern Hal," I'm also pleased to see you again, all of you."
She was still alive...?! But... how? Didn't the Anti-Monitor destroy her?
"Impossible..." Razer heard himself under his breath.
"You look... a little different," began Kilowog. "What happened?"
"When I was critically damaged, I was too far away to upload into the Interceptor's computer banks. I managed to transfer into a disabled Manhunter's CPU, and could not communicate, however. So I followed the ship as best as I could, until I caught up."
"Can't believe it, you're alright...!" The Bolovax hugged her.
"Don't scare us like that again," smiled Hal, placing a hand on Aya.
"I will endeavor not to, Green Lantern H
Music Meme1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever.Music Meme2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. Put on your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.
3. For each song, write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either.
4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist.
Theme: My Fanfics.
1. Come Away With Me by Norah Jones
They sat in the cool Cybertronian night. Ariel lazily swung her legs back and forth, leaning her helm against Orion's shoulder. They sat on a bench in a park, where a deep lake of energon was just a few meters away. The stars twinkled above the lovers, watching with curious eyes.
As Ariel nuzzled Orion's shoulder, Orion bent down to kiss her helm. The femme couldn't help but giggle at the contact, making Orion chuckle in response. Ariel leaned up and kisses her mech, relishing the feel of him against her . . . his lips . .
Christmas Memories IIIt was the most beautiful item she had ever seen.Christmas Memories II1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had her nose and hands pressed onto the store window and she only saw the beautiful music box set on display. She barely heard the bustle of the busy street behind her. She only heard the tune of a beautiful song she knew the music box was playing as she tried her best to memorize every single detail on the gilded surface of it. And even less she could hear the impatient calls of her parents.
“Rachel! Come on! We don’t have all day for window shopping!”
The little girl turned and eyed her mother with pleading gaze. “Aww, mom please, just a moment longer!”
“No!” Came the strict reply as her mother foraged her bag and took out a palmtop to check her calendar. “We need to be back at the hotel in fifteen minutes! And you’ve already spent twenty minutes staring at that window! Time is money you know! And right now we have either of them to lose”
“Like you never would
Making Up For Lost TimeAU TFP. When Bumblebee is arranged to look after the victim of a kidnapping case, he didn't expect to find out that her Sire was one of his closest friends. A friend that he hadn't seen in over a vorn. Bumblebee/Smokescreen. SLASH in future chapters (three-shot).Making Up For Lost Time1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
NOTE: The card game Bumblebee plays with Warper is the equivalent of Slapjack. (Google it if you don't know what it is.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Hasbro. The characters that are used in here aren't mine. Only Warper is of my own creation, as well as the plot.
A kidnapping case had been brought to a happy ending. During the week the investigation occurred, Bumblebee had been out. He had caught the seasonal virus. As much as he tried to convince Ratchet otherwise, he was ordered to bed rest.
However, the victim of the aforementioned case was a sparkling. She got rather unruly when she got bored.
The solution? Everyone at the precinct knew Bumblebee had a knack for entertaining the younger