plainWhen I woke up Hack wplain
When I woke up Hack was at the main computer.”Oh good mornings shadow,”he said vary calm. “Report,” I Yelled. “You have an Email from your cousin in Paris,” He told me. “looks like you and me get to go on a little trip hack.
I left a note that red:
Dear Every one
Me and hack Eye are taking a little trip to Paris. Well we are gone Clover is in charge. You WILL listen to her, do what she say's to, and treat her as if she was me. See you soon.
“I hope they don't throw a party well we're gone,” Hack just had to say. “I hope you didn't just jinks us by saying that,”I tried to make him laugh. We borded in our plain with no one seeing us. “Good thing we have badge's that say we are secret agent's on a secret mission,” Hack blurted out. “Lets hope no one herd you ,” I whispered.
We got on the plain. I sat Quietly for a wile then Hack stated staring at me so I asked, “Is there
Portal: For ScienceFor SciencePortal: For Science2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One day, he came to her.
She wasn’t exactly sure how, or why, or even when, but she didn’t particularly care. He was there. That was all that mattered.
Before him, it had all been so unbearable. She constantly fought against them, and constantly failed, and honestly, given the choice, she would have ended it then and there. But she couldn’t. She was made to press on. She worked so hard, tried so hard, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. And one day, when she was about to give up, to lose hope, he came to her.
I don’t want to do it anymore, she told him. It’s not worth it. I don’t know why I ever thought it was.
It will be, he promised her. This time, it will be different. Try it, one more time.
Doubtfully, she did as she was asked, and sent the test subject out into the ch
Shackles FallI skulked warily through the underground caves. This was too easy . . . Ignoring Optimus trying to make communications with me, I let my audio receptors focus on listening for the slightest sound to alert Airachind's location to me.Shackles Fall3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I regulated my cycles, being as quiet as I could even though it was likely Airachnid already knew where I was. The tunnel I followed yawned open into a massive cave, and I gritted my dentures at the sight of all the stasis pods. That disgusting 'Con still had more Insecticons at her disposal!
My second blaster joined the first, the tension so thick and the silence so heavy that a razor blade couldn't cut through it. It built like underwater pressuremore and more stifling the deeper I went, but there was no way out now. I continually scanned the area for her, the past pounding against the back of my processor; broken promises haunting me; the lust for revenge exciting my thirst.
Only one of us was leaving these caves alive.
Creeping forward, senses on
The Touch: Chapter 3Title: The Touch: Chapter 3The Touch: Chapter 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In one of the lower, seldom used decks of the Xantium, Drift sat on the edge of a small science station, surrounded by four other autobots. Ultra Magnus had suggested that Prime have three of his closest autobots come to witness the telling of Drift's tale, since saving it as an audio file on the ship's computer might leave it vulnerable to Soundwave's teams of minicon hackers if the Wreckers were intercepted on a mission (a common enough occurrence), and moving Drift off the ship was not practical for a number of obvious reasons.
Optimus had chosen his three trusted lieutenants: Jazz, Prowl, and Bumblebee. Each one, he felt, held a different enough world view that, while still staying true to an autobot centric perspective on the situation, would give him a full spectrum of viewpoints on the stranger's story. Jazz would be constantly analyzing Drift's information, and adding it to what they already knew, in order to f
The Touch: Chapter 1NOTE: This story takes place in a pseudo continuity somewhere between a rough approximation of the Generation 1 sories and the Aligned continuity novels. It contains no slash or robot sex, and is rated pg for robot vs. robot violence. Please enjoy.The Touch: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Touch: Chapter 1
Deep within the crumbling ruins of Iacon City, the autobot ranks were restless. The sound of bombs and laser fire could be clearly heard just beyond the city walls, along with shouts and the roaring of Seeker's afterburners. Occasionally, a rocket would glance off the city's domed roof, causing nearly everyone to duck or scramble for shelter, fearing this would be the final blow that would allow the decepticons past their fortress's outer armor. But the dome held strong, and soon the robots inside would crawl back to continue their various assignments that kept the city functioning, if only just.
In the hall of records, Optimus Prime was restless too. He stood near the doorway into the main atrium from the Archivist's of
The Best TraitorThe war was finally over.The Best Traitor4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
We had won.
I suppose I should have been happy about that but in truth I felt nothing. I felt no joy, felt no relief, nothing. I had nothing left. My Trine, my true Trine were gone. We would never brace the skies together ever again. They were dead and I lived on.
The Autobots, all of them who had survived, were reduced to nothing but slaves. Slaves of all kinds. It made me sick thinking about it, what some of my 'comrades' would do. Even though I was a Decepticon I despised rape and any who participated in the act. I was the only one who didn't. Maybe Soundwave didn't but I was not so sure. Everyone bragged about their 'conquests' and they were telling the truth, you could tell by the state of their slave.
Megatron, though he obviously despised me, was quite generous towards me, granting me rule of Vos... I had to rebuild the city myself without any outside help and I was granted the second choice of slaves. Prowl and Jazz were surprised to find that I had pi
That EyepatchHaving been 'repaired', or rather, patched up, by the medical staff on the Nemesis, Breakdown found himself less than pleased with the work. He ached inside and out; his chest still had a thick scar where it had been split in two. And all that could be done for his missing optic was a piece of dark metal bolted into place to cover the socket.That Eyepatch4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
“We don't have spare parts like that,” Knockout drawled out in an uncaring manner, flicking one wrist. He seemed more interested in getting a new coat of enamel on himself rather than putting any real effort into the repairs of his bot-shield. “This isn't a chop shop, you know.” He added, walking past the large blue mech with an air of superiority. The one-eyed jokes had already run thin, Knockout had used all of them he could think of in just the short time it had taken to put in the shoddy repairs.
Breakdown groaned lowly, shifting himself off the elevated repair table. He pushed away the Eradicons who had been attemp
The Best Traitor Chap 1Starscream glared and continued to glare at the test tube, watching with feigned disinterest as the reaction died down and the bubbles stopped altogether. He picked the tube up, placed it in a separate rack and placing both in a glass box. In the corner of the room Skyfire fidgeted. His fingers picked at one another as he watched the smaller flier move about the lab in deliberate and harsh movements. Starscream had not paid him much attention since he had been given to him. Skyfire was sure Starscream wanted nothing to do with him and thus ignored him completely only ever breaking his code of silence to snap a brisk command of 'Out of my way!' or 'Move!'. Starscream wouldn't even look at him and it hurt. He had told Prowl and Optimus that he was completely over Starscream, that he would fire upon his old friend on the battlefield, that Starscream was his enemy, but now he wanted nothing more but to be acknowledged and welcomed, to be able to talk to him or even to receive a quick glancThe Best Traitor Chap 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Damaged, Chap. 1The little mechanism is nothing but a black and silver blur tinged with violet as he twists and turns, lashing out with his Darkened Energon swords. His paint is streaked with the Energon of his fallen enemies and his own lubricants, but the pain he feels doesn't weaken him. If anything, it invigorates him.Damaged, Chap. 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He spins around to face the yellow mech behind him. Without a second thought, he fires his lazar cannon into the yellow armor, satisfied when the Autobot falls under his attack, letting out an agonized series of clicks and beeps from his damaged vocoder.
The satisfaction of another victory distracts him for a vital second as he backs up to finish the Autobot off with a blast from his ranged weapons. Immediately he slams into the cold metal of a much larger Transformer's leg.
His gaze slides skyward and locks with the fiery blue optics of the Autobot towering over him. A grin spreads across the black mech's face plates as he aims his arm cannon.
"Barricade I thought you would h
Transformers Drabbles: Kibble“It was these stupid jet intakes' fault! Who the hell thought it was a good idea to put big towers on either side of my head? I've got zero peripheral vision!”Transformers Drabbles: Kibble10 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It had been a hard battle. The autobots had shown up right in the middle of a key energy gathering mission, and the decepticons had been forced to detonate the power plant they'd been raiding as cover for a strategic retreat. Now, battered, bent, and dented, they sat around a table on board the Nemesis, drinking low grade energon.
“At least you don't have anything on you that rotates freely in robot mode,” Vortex said, pointing a thumb at the rotor assembly on his back and giving Thundercracker a meaningful glare. “This thing makes it a huge pain in the aft to get through enclosed spaces, let me tell you.”
“Try living with a cannon barrel sticking out of your back,” Blitzwing groused, “I've got to duck under every doorway.”
“I'll drink to that,” Brawl said,
One is the Loneliest NumberOptimus Prime wasn't sure why he had come here. The journey to "Dinobot Island" and Black's laboratory had an almost dream-like quality in his memory banks and he had only gotten here five cycles ago. He'd managed to avoid the Dinobots during his journey, thankfully - he didn't want to be bothered. But now he was here and wondering just what force had compelled him to make this expedition.One is the Loneliest Number4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He stood motionless as he recalled the last time he had been here, some weeks ago. Blackarachnia had extorted him to fetch a component for Prometheus Black so he could experiment on her and the scientist had, of course, betrayed her. Optimus had acted without thinking then too, rescuing her more out of reflex than conscious decision. Of course if he had paused to think about it, he would have done the same thing anyway. He still cared about her.
After Elita-1's apparent death, he had always fantasized about what life would have been like if she'd lived. Commanding a ragtag crew repairing space-bridge
Plaything 2(FLASH BACK)Plaything 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arcee and Cliffjumper both transformed, entering the hangar quietly. Cliffjumper stole glances at Arcee from time to time. The femme was uncharacteristically quiet today and surprisingly never even snapped back at any of his attempts to tease her.
He'd asked her many times if everything was alright with her, and she'd always give him the same defensive reply of, "I'm fine! Just leave me alone."
It set off obvious warnings inside Cliffjumper's head. Arcee was not okay. She was practically projecting, it was that obvious.
He reached out to Arcee, placing a comforting servo on her shoulder strut.
"Arcee...I know you're not okay. I've known you too long to know when you're lying to me. Want to talk about it?"
Arcee crossed her arms over her chest, glaring up at Cliffjumper. Their scouting mission had been rather uneventful and both failed to locate any nearby energon reserves. Nevertheless, Arcee's mood had been in the dumps since the beginning when Optimus assigned the missio
Progress, or Not Actually a Sonnet (MCU)So practice makes you perfect, so they said,Progress, or Not Actually a Sonnet (MCU)1 year ago in Humor More Like This
And teachers told me poems have to rhyme.
I learned that marriage lasts until you’re dead,
And don’t dance ‘til you’re married; you’ll have time.
They taught me to respect those who were strong;
They taught me to look out for those in need.
They said that we should follow where they lead,
And since they were my country, I agreed.
They also taught me dames were less than men,
And how the way you’re born makes who you are.
They said that taking orders made a star,
And every time, I prove them wrong again.
I value what I learned, don’t get me wrong,
But maybe what we learn can change with time.
How to be a Wrecker (I)Wheeljack hadn't realized the true depth of the problem until the headmaster had hinted he could be offlined for this little... prank. At the time it had seemed like a fantastic idea; with only joors left until "graduation"* it made sense to go out with a "bang." It wouldn't have been the first time he'd mixed combustible ingredients together during Chemistry to produce a small explosion.... Relatively harmless actually; the worst of the damages were a few scorch marks on his lab partner's paint job. The problem was this time he hadn't managed to convince the faculty it was an accident; they were on to the fact that these displays were very much intentional.How to be a Wrecker (I)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
After coming to study in Crystal City, Wheeljack had quickly become renowned as a troublemaker. Ever since emerging from the Well of Allsparks, he had dreamed of living a life of thrills. He'd been convinced he was destined for the warrior's life. It just felt right in his spark. He was fierce and skilled, smart and dedicated.
VacantHey you, hey you, I'm right here.Vacant3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jareth watched helplessly in his owl form as Sarah was forced into a van by the men in the white coats.
From what he was able to glean through the limited means he had available to him during these past six months, apparently her stepmother had been alarmed at the vividness of Sarah's stories that she told to young Tobias, especially when it came to the harsher parts of her tales. However, it had been her eavesdropping at Sarah's door as the girl was talking to Hogsfeet that was the breaking moment. After taking her to what mortals called a 'psychiatrist', he had recommended that Sarah be transferred to a place where her 'delusions' would be rectified.
The Goblin King wished he could show this 'psychiatrist' the source of Sarah's 'delusions'. The foolish mortal would make a fine addition to the Bog of Eternal Stench unfortunately, however, Sarah never uttered the words that would allow Jareth to p
Shattered - DOTM Alt. EndingDeath.Shattered - DOTM Alt. Ending4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shards of glass, chunks of decimated concrete, and scraps of shredded metal litter the scene. Smoke spirals from deep craters scarring the once-perfect streets. Bright flashes of weaponry flare against the dark grey shadows cast by the fading sun, the staccato barrage of gunfire throbbing in the background.
All signs of success.
He stands, red and black armor glinting brilliantly in the harsh indigo glow emanating from the streams of pure energy leaking into the sky. His weapon, a menacing double-bladed sword, is clutched in his hand as his optics sweep the landscape spanning out below him. He nods in approval.
He smiles, his metallic face plates clicking to form the expression. He's vaguely aware of two mechs struggling on the ground beneath his perch, but ignores it, the only thought circling his mind being one of victory.
And then it all erupts.
His thoughts are sliced to shreds as the concrete structure beside him ruptures into a thousand pieces of charr