Revenge of the JetfireMore Like This
A/N: This story contains SPOILERS! I coauthored this story with MarishalWilder. I wrote for Jetfire and the Primes and she wrote for OP and Sam. Transformers is owned by Hasbro.
"Forgive him my ass! He didn' even say thank you!"
The grouchy Blackbird was pacing among the Primes in the Well of Allsparks. Jetfire sacrificed himself to give Optimus Prime the upgrades needed to defeat the Fallen. He hooted as the truck flew onto the pyramid, and cheered even harder when he ripped off his face. But when Optimus landed down next to his other comrades, he ripped off the extra armor. JETFIRE'S armor. Oh he raised a ruckus in the robot heaven that day. Even the wise Primes of the past couldn't hold there patience anymore. And there he was, ranting on without an end as the others ground their dental plates.
"Maybe when he walks by I'll kick his cane," murmured one. The others glared at him and he shrugged.
"What? At least Jetfire'll have something differ
Aerialbots 4 - Too MuchSilverbolt halted before the door of Prowl's office, taking a moment to organise his thoughts and steel himself for what was to come. It didn't promise to be exactly pleasant. The Aerialbot commander took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then with no further excuse for procrastination, raised his hand and knocked on the door.More Like This
A moment later the door hissed open and revealed Prowl sitting behind his typically neat and organised desk, a datapad in one hand. The black and white mech glanced up from the datapad, then gestured for Silverbolt to enter. "Ah, Silverbolt, come in please. What can I do for you?" he asked, politely putting the datapad to one side and focusing his attention on the Concorde mech.
Silverbolt stepped into the office and stood before Prowl's desk, his bearing formal. "I would like to request to have Fireflight, Skydive and Slingshot removed from the duty roster for today, due to some rather... misguided actions of Air Raid's last night."
Prowl narrowed his optics
Asgardian Angst: Day 5Asgardian Angst: Day FiveMore Like This
The visit of the Olympians got my father to wondering about our version of the Divine Messenger. After all, the Egyptians have Thoth, the Romans have Mercury and the Greeks have Hermes. Even the Christians have the souls of the Saints to deliver messages between the mortal and immortal realms.
Soon after Apollo recovered from the incident with Mjolnir, the Olympians left Asgard vowing never to return. Honestly, they won't be missed. However, Father became obsessed with ranks and titles. Everyone has to have a title now like "god of love", "goddess of spring", etcetera. He handed them out like lightning. No one was missed. Even the lowliest stable hand now has an important sounding title. It's ridiculous.
Mine is naturally, God of Mischief. (I am so much more than that, but Father never had a grand imagination.)
Naturally, he holds the most important title.
He's calling himself "The Allfather". I guess "Godfather" just was not aggrandizing
Asgardian Angst: Day 4Asgardian Angst: Day 4More Like This
The sun may never rise on Olympus again. And for once the ensuing chaos CANNOT, in any manner whatsoever, be blamed on me! This one is all Thor's fault.
Apollo is now lying face down on the dining hall floor with Mjolnir firmly attached to his backside. Luckily for Apollo, it is not in his backside, just lying on top of him.
Frig arrived late to the show. He's always late. And what was the first thing he saw, the epitome of a mythology fan-girl fantasy. The sight of my brother's nether regions about to get tickled by the sun god was too much to bear. Frig burst into maniacal laughter.
He laughed so hard, he split the seams of his tunic.
In fact, I think he wet himself.
The uproar Frig caused was enough to make Thor turn his head. Never have I seen my brother move so quickly. He was on his feet and dressed in less than a blink of an eye.
Apollo demanded my brother finish the match. Thor roared "No way in Niflheim, you Ergified* Mewling Quim