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TF - Three Wise MonkeysTitle: Three Wise MonkeysTF - Three Wise Monkeys by TheWhovianHalfling
Rating: T (Mild Blood/Gore, Mild Cybertronian Profanity)
Summary: The latest battle against the Decepticons takes an ill turn for Freezeframe, but the one bot he truly relies on is the one who can't be there to help.
Freezeframe should have seen it coming, should have seen what the Decepticons had planned. The frustration spilling over into Spotlight’s side of the bond said as much as he ducked a Con’s poor swing at him. Spotlight’s voice reached him from the other side, comfortingly warm with a hint of rare solemnity.
~:If anyone was blind, it was me. I’m the tactician, remember? I ought to spend my time at least trying to figure out what their next move could be. You usually don’t know how to counteract otherwise.:~
Freezeframe scoffed in a pedal tone, considering his options for a snappy comeback, and glanced at his twin, who was falling back to avoid his enemy
Salvage- Chapter 10Bulkhead sat against the wall, optics shuttering lazily as he tried to fight sleep. Even for a Wrecker, the last few orbital cycles, Pit, the last half orn, had been draining.Salvage- Chapter 10 by Jazzninja545
He just wanted to sleep. He hadn’t last night. Another perimeter trip. This time a Decepticon tank. He and Impactor were able to bring it down- mostly, Impactor, but this was getting old fast.
They HAD to leave soon. Fistitron had picked up chatter. They knew they were still in the area, and they were getting closer all the time. The thought made his fists tighten. He never backed down from a fight, but, this was one fight they could not make it out of alive. Either way, he was too tired to care all that much at present.
A yawn heaved from his vents, the cool moist air waking him up a bit as it crackled against his haggard circuits. Maybe it was boredom, after all, the soft clattering of the neutral- er, Autobot- Wrecker? Thingy. Was getting, well boring. And it made his exhaustion all the more prese
What Stories Can DoWhat Stories Can Do by ProjectWRITTEN
What Stories Can Do
The year was 5005, the 51st century dawned a new age and the fourth great bountiful human empire. A race that stretched out across the stars. New species had been discovered and entire civilisations met and connected. New treaties, new governments formed, and a sense of unity spurred out across the galaxy. Trade across the stars had meant new technology, new prospects for all, and a sense of connection that had never been before. No longer did humanity live in fear, ignorant of their own little world. No longer did the human race live alone in the universe. And honestly it couldn’t be better. For once, a peace and harmony was at last achieved. And although threats were still there, the human race was, for once, defended.
Who knew that a single action would cause all of this? A single action of trust between two races would be the catalyst to cause an entire race to spread its wings and soar across the stars.
“What are you, like, an alien or som
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