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
TFA: Nichole's Story Chp.8Part VIIIMore Like This
I cried. A lot. Mostly during the flight to the Decepticon base. I don't think it had anything to do with the fact that I'd finally been captured, or about Sari even. It was more like the reality of everything decided to sucker punch me in the face, right that instant. All it needed was a stress trigger.
"Stop your leaking optics or you vill make my servo rust!" Blitzwing's hothead personality yelled mid-way through our flight. He turned to Lugnut, who had joined us right after take-off (turns out that he was the one who caused the explosion, as a distraction), and jutted out the hand that was holding me. "Here! You babysit for a vhile!"
Lugnut glanced at me momentarily, hesitating. I could tell he was afraid of grabbing me and breaking one of my bones or something and, in doing so, harming his beloved leader. Blitzwing on the other hand was getting tired of holding me, fast. Grudgingly, the bigger Decepticon took me in his claw, but I wasn't letting a chance to