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Click opened his dry wings that scratched together like ribbed, dead leaves and fluttered to the mossy, seeded, and robotic floor of the planet, no longer a spot on a silent but breathing wall. When he touched down Click transformed delicately and gracefully, uncoiling his visage to a robotic organi...

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Things should have been different. Cybertron should not have a ruler. Everyone was supposed to be one, all one. For the fist week it had been good, but then everything degenerated into the old ways after the reformation. The systems of Cybertron came back online, improved beyond their previous capab...

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Hot Rod was shocked when Charger remained, turning back to him in a quip. He undertook a turn of emotion that would have been hard to handle if it was a strip of road, even for a robot of his reckless caliber. He went from angry with himself and aching to shocked, uplifted, eager, but he instantly g...

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Hot Rod knew that bad code it was not. Charger stood silently in pain before him, sensing up, and just as Hot Rod reached out to touch her, to see if she was okay, to caress her helm and comfort her by speaking she tuned to leave. The tips of his fingers landed to scrape against her shoulders for an...

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Hot Rod clamped up for a little bit, but while working it was easy to let comments slip. Soon Hot Rod rolled the ball of conversation, not dropping it entirely. They spoke lightly, avoiding pithy issues, at least for some time. And it was very enjoyable, entertaining, humorous, and doting. Hot Rod w...

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The two mechs had began to sing. There song wasn’t much to speak of, at least not by human standards, but it served its purpose to motivate and provide a diversion while working. When the song had run its course Hot Rod and Ironhide provided there own lyrics, making their tune more amusing. Also mor...

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Shocked, the scientist averted his vitals and covered his face, gasping out a small scream. For a moment he was surrounded by night and stars, back home on the sunless Cybertron. Decepticons were bombarding the city. The young and the innocent were screaming in the crystalline beauty of the gleaming...

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Every fiber and particle in the room seemed to stand on end at the sheer power Wheeljack’s machine was digesting. Its resonance and granger alone was not enough to draw Perceptor away from his work, nor was the combustion of vital components. When Solaris barked, though, one listened. Perceptor turn...

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“The scrap?” Hot Rod muttered at Charger’s hasty retread like a bullet from a slug thrower she escaped the room like it was something to be terrified of. He turned to Lionheart and broke into a persecuted expression. “Something going on? No, Lionheart, I don’t know what you could mean by that. And I...

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Soundwave picked up Undertakers thoughts; he knew what she would say before she spoke. Being her passenger defiantly helped the effect. “The scans were completed on the return of the second pass.” Soundwave informed her. He found digging into the mind of a being so powerful entertaining as well as s...

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Soundwave took a hint. He had to know more about Undertaker. Right now he was the one with less power, as infuriating as it was. He finished the scan and proceeded to monitor Undertaker’s thoughts. He could not read minds as much as hear them, being unable to dig for information. Practically all he ...

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Offended, Soundwave sent out an earsplitting crack of rolling sound that changed the pressure of the cabin momentarily with displacement. He did so to gain the attention of Undertaker and hopefully to assert his authority, not realizing until after the fact that it would help disguise Undertaker‘s a...

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Prime tried not to express it when he noticed Wardog looking at him intently. The look reminded him of a small, now dead Kara. He bantered with Jazz a moment longer than normal out of both uneasiness and curiosity, reading Wardog in return, just much more indirectly, utilizing broken glances from th...

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Grimlock finally lumbered onto the scene as the first trinkles of the cloud bust drizzled down to earth. Rain tinked against the dinobots’s hull like wind chimes or, water on a cold steel pan. Thunder threatened somewhere in the distance and Grimlock swayed, stomping to his fellows delightedly. Hot ...

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Hot Rod had to disagree with simply having an easily surmountable wall polished and cracked and lying in grass for a mark of all the Autobots who lost their lives. Anonymity was not the affect he was going for, and he could no understand why a proper tribute could not be paid to each Autobot. Grimlo...

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Lionheart’s answer was simple enough. It was one Grimlock could easily understand, as well as relate to. Grimlock, himself knew nothing of healing, but he knew plenty about Decepticons. He knew that they were not kings, they were tyrants. They were cruel and caused pain only for the joy of it. He di...

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Irohide appreciated Wardog’s sentiment, but he was just a bit frustrated with the concern, that he was one to worry another, especially one so dear. It was halfway confusing. Ironhide, of course, answered yes. He decided in this instance maybe, maybe she was the one who needed to have an eye kept on...

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“Me Grimlock no emo.” the robot rumbled under his breath. He was not emo. What was he? Grimlock unfolded his dinosaur form, pulsing with life juice. The armor of the champion master folded around him, undefeated, unstoppable, a tyrant dinosaur and Autobot at heart. Grimlock lifted and slammed his ta...

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“Well,” Prime responded to Blur steadily and with small iron waves of his hands. “Ultra Magnus, as current commander of the only functioning Autobot Headquarters has every right to look at such viable information. As do I.” Prime said, bringing his hand up to his comlink. “Blaster, I’d like to take ...

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Lionheart began to speak. Her first sentence stung at Grimlock and sent coolant pumping through him. He broke the bounds of stress that tied him, but he used his anger. It showed. His arms flung and sent power. His upper body sent a shockwave down his likewise exerting legs. Grimlock quaked the room...

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