Version: Bayverse
Characters: Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, Jazz, Bee
Location: Cybertron, Ark's shipboard, desert between Autobot and Decepticon territory
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“It'll take days!” The news completely took away Jazz's enthusiasm. “Are you sure you checked it good?”
“We are sure, Jazz. The rear stabilizers are almost completely broken off. Not only do we have to reconstruct them in-place, but they need to be calibrated again, at least roughly, or else we will fly in circles. Ratchet, we will need you for this as well.” Optimus turn
Transformers ROTF: Brave and Strong Prologue by Lil-9, literature
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Transformers ROTF: Brave and Strong Prologue
Ever wondered how easy life would be.Having the perfect family by your side.Always happy day by day.To be honest, I wish my family was complete again.Life right now is not so easy after dad disappeared.How long has it been?...5 years.I always thought he had a problem returning home.Everything changed just before my eyes when I grew older.
Today I am sixteen, in high school; alone.I hardly have friends here, I spend my time alone away from everyone else.Just me alone makes me happy.I don't talk much to anyone, except for the teachers.
I wanted something in my life to change, someone who could understand me for who I am; and it did.That mom
Transformers ROTF:Brave and Strong Chapter 1 by Lil-9, literature
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Transformers ROTF:Brave and Strong Chapter 1
It was early in the morning in the campus, the birds sang from the trees.The house was made of half wood and half sement.I slept soundly until the alarm rang making me sit up and turned it off as I stretched my arms up tiredly; I always wake up early than the others, I learned that the earlier you rise the better.I stood up taking my time to get dressed and fixed my messy hair.A soft whimper came from the other side of the room, I came out of my room and walked up to the door that had a yellow star next to the handle of the door.I slowly opened the door staring at a young child in the crib looking at me.
I smiled and walked up to the crib
Version: Bayverse
Characters: Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, Jazz, sparkling
Location: Cybertron, Ark's shipboard, desert between Autobot and Decepticon territory
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The night passed uneventfully for the most part, except while hoisting the third engine, one of the cables snapped and the massive unit crashed to the ground. But since no one was injured and nothing was damaged, they soon managed to solve the problem. Ratchet was satisfied with the state of the repairs in relation to the ship's condition, but so much more work was waiting for them that he was seriousl
Thin Ice (Transfomers: Dark of the Moon) by DecepticonFlamewar, literature
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Thin Ice (Transfomers: Dark of the Moon)
Staring outward, an uneasy feeling seized his gyroscopes. He fought urge to retreat, to step back before the so-called ground collapsed beneath him. The whiteness stretched off to nothing, a faint hint of water beyond.
Still she continued onward, covered in white, the only color her golden hair streaming out of her hat. He had no choice. He stepped behind her, snow seeping up the joints of his foot, silently praying to Primus that she would stop.
“Won’t this be beautiful in the summertime? The lake stretching on for miles, the soft sand… Like the ocean, with no threat of hurricanes.”
“I have no doubt that it wil
To Say Anything (Transformers Bayverse) by DecepticonFlamewar, literature
Literature
To Say Anything (Transformers Bayverse)
He had finished the notes for the meeting the next day hours ago.
He’d managed all the translation he could stand for the day: the archives of Cybertron would have to wait.
All of the treaty drafts, all the speeches and letters, sat aging, drifting far enough away that he could journey to them, discovering them anew.
Then he checked the chronometer, disappointed that hours remained between him and his recharge. He thought about trying to look lively, but what good would that do? As a larger, slower bot, no one expected Optimus to find any use on real patrols. His quick wit kept him awake as nimbler bots like Bumblebee walked the grou
Santa's Last Sack (Transformers: Dark of the Moon) by DecepticonFlamewar, literature
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Santa's Last Sack (Transformers: Dark of the Moon)
He pushed the folder across the table gingerly. An immature—humans would say childish—part of him wanted to push it harder, but even the gentlest of frustrated gestures from him might tear the fragile human paperwork. The folder was smaller than Optimus’ fingertip, and he wouldn’t have been surprised if the woman across from him still needed it for something.
“I am flattered by the faith you show in our abilities,” he said, taking a brief pause to let the comment sink in, “But even we Autobots are incapable of the feat you have requested. No one of us can traverse the entire planet in one night&hellip
Give Me Something (Transformers: Dark of the Moon) by DecepticonFlamewar, literature
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Give Me Something (Transformers: Dark of the Moon)
The cool gray moon shines down on the neighborhood, lighting up the white text on the exit sign. It’s a few miles to Fort Meade yet, but this is their exit.
They comb through the streets, eyes wide like explorers even as the onboard GPS tells them where to go. Annabelle chatters excitedly in the seat next to her father, adjusting the robot mask and talking about the candy she’ll get in such a fancy neighborhood.
They must be violating all sorts of local ordinances by now, the semi rolling down the narrow, busy streets. Any other day and the kids would know the truck; they would scream greetings and gratitude. Today, the flames a
Version: Bayverse
Characters: Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, Jazz, sparkling
Location: Cybertron, Ark's shipboard, desert between Autobot and Decepticon territory
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Over the next two days the Autobots worked diligently to repair the ship, but the work seemed endless. Again and again they discovered hidden faults, and the outer cladding was more damaged than they first thought. Ratchet had a lot to do, as he was the most competent with all aspects of the repairs. The injured child however was not left alone for even a moment: they took turns supervising him, anxious