the SirenThe Sirenthe Siren in Short Stories More Like This
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Megatron growled and his optics flashed in fury, studying the scene unfolding before him.
The battle was not going well and down in the valley below his forces were being pushed back relentlessly, yielding territory to Prime's tenacious rabble.
This cannot pass! The Decepticon leader thought.
His ground forces had to hold this forsaken piece of dirt until his plan was complete. After a moment's deliberation his reason and logic circuits reached a conclusion in tandem: the time had come to utilise one final weapon.
It had been a long time since he'd done so but he had no choice.
'Soundwave!' Megatron called.
'Yes, Megatron.' Soundwave stood at his side, always at his side, the Communications officer shielding his leader and returning fire from one Autobot bold enough to target Megatron himself.
'Contact Starscream.' Megatron ordered, unfazed by the near miss. 'Have him meet me at the top of the ridge.'
ToysToysToys in Short Stories More Like This
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Optimus Prime leaned back on his seat and took a few astroseconds, allowing his central processors to properly correlate and store all the information presented to him on the datapad reports collected by Prowl, his Second in Command.
Prime always admired and deeply appreciated Prowl's dedication to his work but sometimes wished the mech would spend time in other pursuits, especially after he cast a quick glance at the datapads stacked atop his work console, the ones he'd yet to inspect.
Prime found himself presented with two options: to carry on and complete his reading of Prowl's reports, however long it took, or excuse himself for a cycle or two to ease the present assault of his central processors.
'Let's take a break.' Prime smiled and allowed his faceplate to detract.
He rose and stretched, allowing stiff joints to unlock and activate until all systems read in order before stepping outside his quarter