Transformation Act V: ONEIf You Want to Read This With All The Correct, Easier-to-Understand Formatting, PLEASE GO TO
For your information, the companion story Entr'acte takes place at the same time as this Act does, and the events in both stories overlap. I would be grateful if you would read both stories, so that you can get the full picture.
"Prime!" The low growl cut through the fog of his powered-down CPU.
Blearily, the Autobot Commander jerked into static-riddled semi-consciousness."Whuzzit?"
"Get up, Prime." A dark shape leaned over him. It was familiar, but wrong somehow. He powered up his optical sensors.
And then Optimus bolted upright, fumbling his weapon out of subspace. How in Primus' name had the Decepticon gotten in?
Megatron's optics widened, glowing red in the dim chamber. "Easy there, Oppy. It's only me." He spread his hands palm-outwards, but an amused grin played across his
Not My Cup o' TeaA/N: This is another scene that hit the cutting room floor in the process of writing Act 5 of Transformation. I love it, though, so I touched it up here and there, and am now presenting it to you. There are references in here to things from Transformation and Entr'acte, but I'm sure you'll flounder along all right even if you haven't read those stories yet.
Not My Cup o' Tea
"Frag me!" Skywarp hissed out a long, tired sigh, and threw himself down onto a long, well-scuffed bench.
Mirage inched along the seat toward the farther end. He tried not to be too obvious in doing so, but he was still unable to completely suppress his strong dislike for the boorish Seeker. Everything about the black jet grated on his nerves. The blue and white Autobot sat straight-backed and proper, as if to emphasize just how comparatively uncouth was black Seeker's spraddle-legged sprawl.
Skywarp noticed. Grinning to himself, he stretched out further, so that he now took up three or four mechs' worth of
Good Times, For A ChangeAuthor's Note:
I experimented for a while with the idea that transformers were originally made in mech and femme counterpart pairs. (I'd say "brother-sister," but that carries too many human connotations.) The idea has since gone by the wayside, but here's a little drabble about it, anyway.
This story would take place sometime around the events of Act 5 in my Transformation story arc.
I had the song "Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want" by The Smiths in my head, and this is what came out.
Good times, for a change...</i>
The unusual, lilting sound echoed uncertainly down the underground corridors deep in the heart of Cybertron.
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Optimus tuned in his audial receptors. He'd heard something like this before... Where was it? Oh yes. Earth.
Earth music was filtering up from somewhere below him. Curious, he left his workstation, and dropped down the nearest trapdoor to investigate.
So please please pl
Doom Tentacles +Other GlitchesA/N: This is just me spewing about fanfiction, in which all of the atrocities mentioned actually exist. As always, this vent is not to be taken seriously!
I don't think it needs the Mature Content warning, but be advised that there is some passing reference to adult content in this one.
Doom Tentacles, and Other Glitches
"You SICK FRAGGER!" Optimus charges through the door without waiting for such niceties as locks and hinges.
Megatron looks up just in time to meet a flying fist head-on, as it were. Shaking his head like a maddened bull ickyak, he spits a broken dental to one side, and surges to his feet. "What the- ooof!- slag is your problem?"
"Frenzy? Are you serious? That is depraved even for you!" Prime's fists are still flying, as he bears the Decepticon to the floor. "You and your 'I wouldn't know an overload from a kick in the face' act-!"
"Which is this, then?" Megatron asks nastily.
Optimus scrambles off of him then, acutely embarrassed. Megatron shoves h
This is a little scene that came out of writing Act 5 of my Transformation story arc. Sadly, it just wouldn't fit into that particular chapter. But I love it; it makes me smile. So here it is. Hope you like it.
It sometimes seemed to Optimus that he was a pendulum in constant motion. Back and forth, back and forth he traveled: from a briefing with the first-tier lieutenants in Polyhex, out to a meeting of scientists in Vos, back to the Command Headquarters in Talus. But now, as he strode the corridors of the barracks, he paused. For some kliks he stood before a closed doorway, deep in thought. Then he keyed in the passcode, and walked in as the door rolled up in front of him.
Megatron was lying on his recharge berth, taking his weekly two joors. Optimus glanced over the various dials on the machine. All indicators showed the gray mech's systems replenishing normally. All seemed to be in order.
He looked down at the face of his enemy, so still now in repose. The nig