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Separatus IIIseparatus III
As much as Bumblebee was for hijinks and wild adventures, he couldn't quite bring himself to approach the offlined figure of Megatron like everyone else. Past run-ins with the bigger Decepticons (namely a certain flyer) tended to leave a bad taste in his mouth, so he dealt with standing nearby with Ironhide, shuffling his feet and listening in.
"Well he's definitely caught in a processer lock-up, if that's what everyone's wondering," Ratchet said after having the bound and stasis-locked mech laid out on an examining table. "I guess I hit him harder than I thought."
"Damned good reason, too. Asshole trashed my last chopper!" Tess all but shouted from where she stood on an observation platform. They were back on the Autobots' main ship, after a confusing day of putting up with humans and mechs alike after the short assult.
Ultra Magnus had ordered his own crew to double-time to Earth after hearing the news of Decepticon interference, and not to men
Separatus I and II03aug09
Separatus pt I
even mechanoids can get caught up
It was one of those odd days that Blitzwing found himself with an empty head as well as empty scheduel. In between being a medic, psychologist and mission coordinator, it was a rare moment of bliss when he could actually sit back on the bridge of the Nemesis, and SIGH. Although the gift was short, he had to enjoy it while he could, before noisy shipmates interrupted, or the infuriating ping of a communications call cut through his audios.
Like it was right now.
Flicking his previously darkened optics back on, Blitzwing curbed the urge to swear as he reached across the numerous buttons and switches he was in charge of when the Nemesis was in motion, to press the big obvious red commo button, getting a fritz of static across a display screen and the familiar face of Longarm - or Shockwave - come into veiw.
"I certainly hope you're using a secure line," Blitzwing said in mild annoyance as he sat back, watch
Contest Fic - Jazz und Percy28jul09
combaticons say whaaaat?!
Ever since he was a young mech, logic and scientifics had always been on the forefront of his processor. The quest for knowledge - from the workings of Cybertronian anatomy to the philisophical haze of just who the first transformers were, where they originated from - it was all open for Perceptor to discuss. Persue. Indulge in. But his expertise within the ranks of Ultra Magnus' service came first for now.
Especially when he was stuck repairing wild-sparked guards who didn't know when to watch where they were going when jumping off roofs.
"Ouch, mang, that hurt a little!" Jazz simpered with a small smirk, watching Perceptor as the nimble-fingered doctor picked apart and repaired the white and black's inner arm extensors.
"You deserve it," Perceptor returned, and despite the wavering monotone, Jazz just KNEW there was a bite behind the words. The Elite Guard pursed his lips and quietened down, letting the other mech work. Just as eff
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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