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It was a cloudy and solemnly gray day, the heat of the summer was still there but the cold wind would often remind him of the incoming threat of rain. The streets were calm, as they usually were every morning in that district; it was after all a good neighborhood, peaceful, rarely ever reporting a serious disturbance, other than the occasional stray dog picking a fight with an owner's dog, or children playing where they shouldn't, namely their neighbor's yards. Prowl shifted on his tires, wishing he could just transform and stretch for a few minutes, but for that he would have to back away a long way so no one would see him, and he was dete

Lyric still sat in that lonely edge of the cliff when Prowl found her. It had rained for most of the night, and only now in the morning was it finally stopping, the sun shinning through as if nothing had ever happened. Her frame reminded her otherwise though, she was cold and shivering, she was still wet, and it honestly felt unpleasant in some places in her armor. Prowl made a small noise with his vocalizer to attract her attention, her sagging doorwings twitched once, but otherwise she didn't make any indication of acknowledging him. With a sigh, he approached her, taking note of how dangerously close she was to the edge of a very deadl

To say the workload in the ark had been murderous that day, was an absolute understatement. Being late, and not having Jazz to back him up on the workload, left Prowl practically running around the Ark, inspecting every team, every group, getting updated on every department and receiving reports from every which way, he practically had to write the reports while he ran around! But at long last, as the day was coming to an end, he was headed to his last destination of the day: The medbay. He would have gone there sooner, but there really was no point for receiving reports that early on when he had just received them the day before. So he had

"...Lacey?" Lyric blinked, looking down at her tiny friend, confused and bewildered as to why she was there...on her parents berth...where she slept... Her face went flush with embarrassment with realization. "W-what are you doing here?!" she squeaked, subconsciously gripping at her blanket tighter, covering her front as if that would help to hide her. "Uhhh..." Lacey seemed at a loss of words for a moment. "Lacey will be staying with us for a while, until Ironhide is able to take care of her" Prowl spoke up, adjusting Lyric's shoulder armor and getting his hand slapped for it. "Why? Why hasn't he gone to fetch her?" she asked, acting as

Chapter Fourteen: A Freed Soul He coughed. Where was he? Somewhere dark. He pulled himself into a sitting position, stretching sore muscles. Slowly, his eyes began to adjust to the inky blackness. Was he alone? No, a motionless form lay in the corner, curled up like a newborn. He crawled over. His memory won't register the face, but he pulled them onto his lap nonetheless, supporting the limp head and rubbing their back comfortingly. A melody bubbled from behind his lips. It had no words, for he didn't know the song, nor did he ever remember learning the tune. But he hummed anyway. After a few minutes, the person began to stir. Ice blue eyes

Thunderblast enjoyed the suffering of others almost as much as being romantically attached to the most powerful Decepticon. With her counterfeit royal armor, her sickly purple hair and antennae, her icy violet eyes, she was the stark contrast of Arcee. She was also the reason the Autobot mercenary was at death’s door with her Hemlock kiss attack. Thunderblast had implanted a lethal central nervous system virus in her own body so when Arcee used her weapons, regardless of range, she would be infected. In her hands was a tiny pink energon rose, representing Arcee’s conscious state. Come back here Thunder-thighs and face me now!”

For this chapter I am going to suggest a song to listen to while you read, its by evanescence, and its called "Lost in Paradise" You can youtube it easily. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It really shouldn't have surprised her. After a few hours of talking, and mainly catching up with her friends, even a few more for Jazz to recharge for a while, Prowl finally returned his leg had been treated, though he still had a slight limp. They received a few warnings from Ratchet about mechs's health, and were given a...well it was a wheelchair...only it didn't have any wheels, instead it hovered. Ja

Alex Bumblebee sighed softly as he dropped his bag of equipment by his bedroom door as he opted to head straight for the shower. It’s been a fairly stressful week and after his martial arts session of the night, he just wanted to wash off and sleep. He knew that Ironhide and Ratchet were asleep, and Prime was working on something in the shop. Bee would have loved to join Prime, helping out the older man whenever he could, but he had a test in his first class tomorrow and Prime would sometimes get absorbed into his work and stay up all night until he got it the way he wanted it. He didn’t want to go take a test while being groggy fr