TF - Best Laid Plans"Best Laid Plans"
Red Alert wrung his hands in concern, watching as a troop of Autobot warriors vanished down the road from the Ark, a dust cloud kicking up their wake and the Aerialbots flying off overhead. Normally, such a small rescue team wouldn't be of concern to the Security Director...except that they were the fourth one to leave in the last three days.
A few days prior, a call for help from Cybertron's Autobot femme resistance force regarding some troublesome activity from Shockwave and his drone army reached the Ark, causing Ironhide, Mirage, Smokescreen and Powerglide to climb aboard Omega Supreme for a flight home to kick a little aft. Then, late last night, word reached the Autobots from Kuwait that the country's oil fields were under heavy assault from not only the Insecticons, but the Constucticons as led by Megatron, as well. Optimus Prime gathered a force consisting of Bluestreak, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Trailbreaker, Warpath, Gea
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"So... still feel like attacking them head on by yourself?"
Sunstreaker glowered at Tracks as he struggled with the energon bonds tied tightly around him. "When I get loose the first thing I'm going to do is knock your teeth down your intake, then I'm going to wipe out the Decepticons one by one at my leisure."
Sideswipe growled from his twin's other side, "Not if I get there first."
Arcee stared at Cliffjumper's body, still slumped where he'd been gunned down earlier. Jazz bumped her with a doorwing, "Hey it isn't your fault. You'd have only gotten yourself killed in the process. He wouldn't have wanted that."
The white helmet bobbed, "I know that. But for so long it was just us. The only thing that saw us through serving Scorponoc was our friendship. We watched each other's backs," A numbness had set in, making the day seem even more unreal.
Perceptor stared angrily at his feet, "I'm s
Where I lay my head- short ficThe Lamborghini didn't turn any heads as it headed down the vacant streets. It was past midnight and there was no one in the condos near the refinery awake to see it pass. During the day the sports car would have turned heads but not seemed unusual. The juxtaposition of car companies, oil refineries, LAX and condos meant that one could expect any price range of car to come rolling through the beach cities at any given time.Where I lay my head- short fic in Fan Fiction More Like This
The gate to the refinery seemed to pause a moment as if confused before it lifted and let the red Lamborghini through. The car drove a few feet and came to a stop beside one of the trees that lined the drive. Satisfied that there was no one looking and that the security cameras were not pointed at him, Sideswipe transformed and strolled over to one very perfect tree. He casually leaned against the ten foot wall that bordered the refinery and asked the tree, So, you come here often, Mirage?
Graveyard on BrucevilleTwo memorial sites created one mile apart.Graveyard on Bruceville in Emotional More Like This
Two incidents happening three weeks apart.
Two victims aged six years apart.
One gone right before Christmas.
One gone right after New Years.
Clusters of candles lay stacked like miniature scale models of New York City. Balloons, once hovering several proud inches above the ground, now droop listlessly, almost apathetically, as though they’ve forgotten what they were originally placed there for. Nicely-framed pictures of them in their prime, nice pictures to blot out the memories of twisted wreckage, broken glass, wailing ambulance sirens, blood, shattered limbs, flat-lining heart monitors, inconsolable mothers, unused toys, unopened presents, and unrealized dreams.
The warmth of the bouquets harangued endlessly by the cruel cold of the winter air.
Ongoing condolences, sympathy, and grief mocked by the sudden, brutal finality of it all.
Two empty beds.
Two empty rooms.
We never said hello...
Transformers: Small ProblemsSmall ProblemsTransformers: Small Problems in Fan Fiction More Like This
Day One: Ambush Awry
By: Ghost of the Dawn aka Ty-Chou
Prime, I think this is what weve been waiting for, Prowl called from his place in front of Teletran Ones satellite system. Ive got a large group of Decepticons mobilizing.
Optimus Prime was instantly at the side of his second in command, looking intently on the screen. It was indeed what they had been waiting for. For the past several months, Deceptions had been raiding and stealing technical parts from research labs all over the globe. All of it cutting edge and high tech. What they were attempting to make, none of the Autobots could guess. Even Wheeljack was stumped. Without an idea of what they were trying to do, it was hard to predict where they would hit next. Since the Autobots couldnt monitor the entire globe and all its technical facilities at once, there was only one thing to do. And that was to wait until the Decepticons had finished their project and attempte
Fanfic Notes: Small ProblemsPLEASE READ THE DISCLAIMER AND COMMENTS AT THE BOTTOM BEFORE LEAVING FEED BACK, THANK YOU!Fanfic Notes: Small Problems in Profiles More Like This
Disclaimer: Those who have read my fanfics may have noticed I like to sneak in little mentions about the Cybertronian culture and history into the plot. I find these subjects very fascinating and I really enjoy thinking and writing about them. What I aim to do in these notes is merely expound on the different hints and comments presented in the "Small Problems" series and go into them a bit deeper than the story allowed.
Before I begin, I just want to say that there are many interesting, valid, and intelligent theories out there among the fans when it comes to things like origin, gender, procreation and so on. By writing these notes, I'm not saying that my ideas are right and everyone else is wrong. I'm all for everyone using which ideas work best for them. I can readily accept and agree with several different theories on the same subject when it works for what that person is trying to do with th
Fanfic Notes: GitMDisclaimer: Once again, these notes are just to cover in greater detail the different aspects of Transformers culture and history that are portrayed in my fanfic series. I choose these theories and ideas because they are what make my plot work. By writing about them, I am not saying these are absolute truths in fandom. Nor am I trying to say that my ideas are right and everyone else is wrong. I just want to talk about certain points in my story, that is all.Fanfic Notes: GitM in Profiles More Like This
Ghost in the Machine
This story, I consider to be the weakest out of my series. If I wanted to, I could have taken it out completely and just changed the ending of Small Problems. This story is extremely short and the brunt of it takes place all on Halloween night. But there were several reasons I decided to put it in. For one, I wanted some time for Crystal to be around the Autobots when they were at full size so you could see how they interacted. You could also see more of Crystal's hesitation at getting involved further i
Fanfic Notes: Autobot FilesAs always, the ideas posted in these notes pertain to this fanfic series exclusively. I do not claim they are absolute cannon, nor do I think they are better than other ideas other authors have. They are merely the theories and rules that this particular series abide by, nothing more.Fanfic Notes: Autobot Files in Settings More Like This
The Autobot Files fanfic notes
This is still my favorite story in the series. I really enjoyed getting into the different characters and letting their individual personalities shine whenever I could. I felt like I knew them better after writing this and I hope the readers did, too. This story also made it very easy to add any side and background notes I wanted into the fic without leaving out too much. As such, surprisingly, the notes to this long fic are quite short.
Stranger Part 2
*Within this fanfic, life only comes from Vector Sigma and only certain older generations of Cybertronians, like Alpha Trion, knew how to properly locate and use Vector Sigma to bring life into a robot shell. By
Riding With TracksThe woman arched her eyebrow at the young man standing before her, plucking the cigarette out of her mouth to address him better. "Raoul? What kind of name is that?"Riding With Tracks in Fan Fiction More Like This
The young man in question shuffled a bit with embarrassment at her inquiry. Taller than her by about four inches, with slightly wavy black hair that fell down to his shoulders, he wore a black leather jacket and boots of the same color and material, though the boots were somewhat scuffed and the jacket sported dull patches where grease had come in contact with the leather. He kept his hands stuffed in his pockets to hide the black grease that collected around his fingernails -- a consequence of frequent digging around in car engines -- but he wasn't sure why he was hiding this from her. It wasn't as if mechanics as a hobby was a criminal offense, after all.
"My parents were big Phantom of the Opera buffs," he said in explanation, feeling heat in his cheeks at he
Devil Went Down To PortlandAUTHOR'S NOTE: Happy Birthday, AutobotVierge!Devil Went Down To Portland in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jazz gave an ecstatic whoop as the final notes of "Free Bird" died away, hefting the guitar-shaped controller into the air as if displaying a battle trophy. The gesture earned a round of enthusiastic applause from his audience, both human and mech, and he grinned brightly. Sunshine, music, an appreciative audience, and an afternoon off -- that was a recipe for a perfect day right there in his book.
"Rock on, Jazz!" Sideswipe shouted, holding up his index and pinkie fingers in a gesture he'd picked up from the humans. "You are THE King of the Strings!"
"Naw, I can't take all th' credit," Jazz said dismissively. "Blaster, he's th' true Guitar Hero. I just learned from th' best."
"Well, Blaster ain't here," Sideswipe pointed out. "So you're the Great Jedi Fret-Master!"
"If you're done running your mouth, tomato-boy, it's my turn," Sunstreaker grumped, extending
ReminiscenceWhen you're six years old, you think childhood goes on forever. There are no days, weeks, or months to keep track of, no weekly paychecks or monthly bills or yearly tax statements to mark the passage of time as in the adult world. Sure, there's the quarterly report card – but that's mostly for the parents anyway. In the young mind, time marches by in a continuing spiral of weekend cartoons, insufferable school days, nightly battles to avoid baths and bedtimes. The only indicators of elapsing years are the school clothes that you outgrow the month they're purchased and the switching of teachers as you ascend up the grade ladder. Otherwise, you don't label the years by number. You only know a great stretch of blankness to be filled with activity and memories.Reminiscence in General Fiction More Like This
Time is not the only thing elastic about childhood. Adults believe – to their disadvantage – that the mind matures as you get older, that reality is a concrete matter and that once you learn that, you're ready for the "real" world.
TF and HP - Four's a CrowdPURGE & DOWSE, LTD./ST. MUNGO'S HOSPITAL FOR MAGICAL MALADIES AND INJURIESTF and HP - Four's a Crowd in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a hot day in London. To be exact, it was a hot, muggy, sticky day in London that seemed to suck the very oxygen out of the air, and so far the eighth in an unbroken streak of hot and sticky days that seemed bound and determined to suffocate the city in a heavy blanket of its own fumes. A ceiling of pasty gray clouds pinned the heat down amidst the streets and buildings, at the same time teasing and taunting the citizenry with an unfulfilled promise of cooling rain. Everywhere one looked they could see Londoners collapsed on benches or at bus stops, mopping useless sweat from their faces or waving newspapers in a desperate attempt to circulate some air. The entire city crawled along at a snail's pace, unwilling or unable to move any faster in the humid heat.
Outside a decrepit department store whose faded sign declared "Purge and Dowse Ltd. -- Closed For Renovation," two teenage boys putter
The Dividing WallIMPORTANT NOTE: This is a sequel to "The Alone Place." It is highly recommended that you read that fic first!The Dividing Wall in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You sent for me, Prime?"
Rodimus Prime glanced up from his filework to see Arcee standing in the doorway of his office. He gave a tired smile and motioned for her to step inside. "Let's not be so formal, Arcee. We're friends, aren't we?"
She relaxed a touch and walked in. "Things have changed now, Roddy. You're the Prime now. I don't want to be disrespectful." She moved to take one of the chairs across from his desk.
"I know you never mean disrespect," he replied. "And to be honest, being addressed as Prime just seems... awkward. As if I were wearing an alt mode I was never programmed to use."
"You'll get used to it," Arcee assured him. "And the Matrix doesn't make mistakes. If Primus has faith in you, so do I."
His smiled became
The Alone Place"Hey Wheeljack!"The Alone Place in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Huh?" The Autobot Chief Engineer glanced up from his equations, his headfins flashing teal in surprise. Visitors were rare in his workshop -- understandably so, due to the high injury rate suffered by said visitors while he was working on a project...
"Oh, hey Arcee," he greeted, raising the hand holding his stylus and offering a wave. "Come in and make yourself comfortable while I finish this up."
"No problem," she replied, and she cleared a stack of datapads from a nearby chair and sat down while Wheeljack jotted down a few more notes. Finishing up with a gust of air through his vents, he set his work aside and turned his attention back to the femme.
"What's up?" he asked. "Message from Ratchet again?"
She smirked. "You haven't blown anything up in a week. Why would there be a message from him?"
Wheeljack chuckled, his headfins blinking along with his mirth. "Aw, the Merry Medic can grump all he wants, but he knows he likes my company in medbay." He planted both han
For Love of the Game Part IIQUIDDICH ARENAFor Love of the Game Part II in Fan Fiction More Like This
RIVER OF NO RETURN WILDERNESS AREA
IDAHO, UNITED STATES
"...and this is your announcer Lee Jordan, welcoming one and all to the first ever Cybertronian exhibition Quiddich match!" came Lee's magically amplified voice from the announcer's box, ringing through the stadium that now occupied a formerly deserted stretch of forest in the northwestern United States.
"And secondary announcer Spike Witwicky," Spike put in. "Looks like we have a healthy crowd here, Lee, with representatives from the Autobots, Decepticons, and wizards from every country in the world present!"
"Of course there are," grinned Lee. "This is history in the making, folks. Never before has a non-human race attempted a Quiddich match -- unless you count Geoffrey the Foolhardy's attempts at organizing a centaur Quiddich cup back in the eighteenth century, an event that's still the butt of jokes throughout the Quiddich league..."
As Lee waxed long about the spectacular failure of Geoffrey the Foolhardy's esc
Crossover - Meeting of MindsScreams. Curses. Wet slopping as an unwilling host struggled futilely against immersion. The wails and moans of those who had given up hope, and the indignant shouts of those who still foolishly clung to some thought of escape.Crossover - Meeting of Minds in Fan Fiction More Like This
Music. Sweet music.
Visser Three watched silently as, one by one, potential hosts were dragged forward from the pens to the waiting Yeerk pool. His stately, vaguely centaur-like Andalite body possessed no mouth by which he might smile, but all the same a cold satisfaction bled through him every time a human was forced down to his knees and his head thrust into the pool to accept a Controller. This new species was perfect for the Yeerk Empire -- plentiful, physically fit, highly adaptive... and unable to resist once a Yeerk Controller had infested their body. And the humans, so skeptical of anything new and fantastic, were blissfully unaware of the invasion taking place right before thei
No Child Left Behind"Jessie, get the kids out!"No Child Left Behind in Fan Fiction More Like This
Those were the last words I had heard from Spencer before the wall had crashed down on top of him, permanently silencing him before he could give orders to the rest of the convention staff. Just hearing that frantic order replay in my head stung my eyes and clogged my throat; even though Spencer and I had only been acquainted through our work on the convention, I had still respected him as a team leader and admired his passion for the project. I only hoped his death wouldn't be in vain.
"Jessie, I'm scared."
"I know, sweetie, I know. But we've got to keep moving, okay? Jason, Madison, over here, kids..."
"My arm hurts, Jessie."
"I'm sorry, Madison. We'll find some ice for it as soon as we're out."
"Those guys were really scary."
"Jessie, are we gonna die?"
"No, sweetie, we'll be fine. We just have to get out of the building."
Yes, I was less than truthful with him. But how is one supposed to answer a question like that? Especially w
Beware the FangirlsOne moment there was calm, a silver-gray sky muting light and color just slightly and giving everything a somewhat softer cast. The freshly tilled field below was still soft from the earlier rain showers, and the air smelled of fresh, damp dirt. A lone car cruised leisurely down the road that bordered one side of the field, a spattering of spray kicking up from its back tires. Somewhere a pheasant crowed hoarsely, staking out its territory, but apart from that sound and the rapidly vanishing vehicle there was little activity. It was a tranquil spring day, one that didn't promise wind or a thunderstorm or any other excitement...Beware the Fangirls in Fan Fiction More Like This
The next moment the sky was cleaved open with a terrible metallic sound, like a blade striking metal, and a violet flash made the clouds glow with an eerie cast. From the rent in time and space fell two twisting, writhing forms, one gleaming blue and silver, the other black and violet, both winged and strang