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Optimus Prime brought Perceptor and his costly creation before Vector Sigma not three cycles after he'd dropped his Co-Commander into a recharge bunk. He wasn't sure what the supercomputer could do, but he had to ask. In fact, he pleaded. The gentle scientist had sacrificed so much in his attempt to give life to the beautiful shell he had made. It seemed only just that some form of recompense should be possible.
And Optimus was not disappointed. When Double-A introduced herself, she smiled knowingly at her maker. Whole in spark once more, Perceptor rose from the repair berth he had occupied since his disastrous experiment. He bumbled over to her on unsteady legs, and greeted his magnum opus with an unabashed hug.
The two of them were fairly inseparable after that. They seemed to need fewer words to co
TRANSFORMATION Act V Sc. viiiIf You Want to Read This With All The Correct, Easier-to-Understand Formatting, PLEASE GO TO
Wobbling dizzily in cumbersome metal bodies they'd almost forgotten how to operate, the three bots fought to calibrate their sensors. They'd found themselves with no transition back in Prime's familiar quarters. And if their chronometers could be believed, less than a single breem had passed since they had entered the Matrix of Leadership. It felt more like an eon.
Optimus fell forward onto his hands. Tugging Elita with him, he crawled over to his recharge berth and collapsed upon it, clutching his bondmate tightly to his chest. Then he shut down his optics, utterly spent.
"Take care of them, my Brother," he begged the gray Decepticon. "Be watchful. I can't-" Then with a sigh Prime's face went slack, and his vocalizer clicked into silence.
Megatron clambered laboriously to his feet, and stood there,
Pinkimus and Lavendertron 1((Timeframe? What timeframe? We don't need no stinkin' timeframe! This is CRACK!))
The Fabulous Misadventures of Pinkimus and Lavendertron Amongst the Humans
--With Snide Comments by Starscream
Part One: Atrocities in Pastel Paint
"Hey, you were the one who said you were bored," said Prime, pointing the paintbrush at Megatron and holding out a bucket of lavender enamel. "Besides, you have no idea of the fun you'd be missing."
"Oh yes I do," returned Megatron with a shudder, "And I want no part in it. You can't make me!" he shouted, sounding more desperate than he'd intended.
"Oh, I have no intention of making you do anything," Prime replied, in that infuriatingly reasonable tone which Megatron particularly detested. "I'm confident that you'll eventually come to agree with me."
They've been going around and around like this for breems. It's enough to make me want to
Halfback is Love: CiD DrabbleOC ALERT! OMP.
Writing Halfback and Starscream makes my heart hurt. They could both have had such decent lives. Instead, they're dead. Frag you, Megatron.
Groundpounding, With All its Forms and Uses
Halfback trundled contentedly along the roadway, humming a favorite tune and feeling well-disposed toward the world in general. There was nothing special about this particular orn or this particular trip. His heavily-armored transport alt meant that he was asked to make delivery runs between Altihex and the surrounding cities so often, that he could have driven the route blind. But the scattered lights of Cybertron twinkled in reflection of the glistening stars in the dark sky, the load was light, and the road was smooth beneath his heavy treads.
He sometimes wished to have a faster, lighter alt-mode on a night like this, when the highway stretched invitingly out in front of him. But Halfback was not a mech who wasted a lot of time bemoaning his fate. He had a job