LoC Second Dawn: Log 34
Swiftshock stood in front of DN's door, melancholy and nervous. It wasn't
until he'd gotten here that he'd became so acutely aware of his need for
Stalling, he looked over the surfaces of the door, the grooves in the multiple
sliding plate partitions. He even disassembled the mechanism in his head, and
began thinking up several alternatives.
"What are you doing?" a feminine voice echoed, a form morphing through the
He wondered if he could use a localized space time rift to function as a door?
"Exclamation: Oh my Science!" Swiftshock jumped.
Red optics looked flatly at the Decepticon, "You look more jumpier than
"Erm, yes." Swiftshock admitted, fidgetting a bit. "I'd... well, just talk - Like
to talk. For a bit."
DN blinked, "Sure..." she morphed back through the wall, disappearing
through thick metal. The door to her room opened, allowing the Decepticon
He stepped in, sighing when Z jumped at his foot again. That one had always
been a ravenous sort...
LoC Second Dawn: Log 33
Swiftshock hunched over the terminal quietly, the screen scrolling through
information faster than any optic could process.
His hand was buried inside it, his digits functioning as a port directly into the
database. In this way, he could review what pitiful knowledge he had on
He sighed again. The "patient" would arrive any minute. He'd done autopsies
and deconstruction, but always on cadavers. Never a living sentient.
suddenly there was a hiss at the door as 2 guards entered pulling along a
struggling bound prizoner. "Hey Science dude... Where you want him?" The
one guard asked. "Where are you taking me please!!" the Prizoner pleaded.
"SHADUP!" the other smacked him in the face causing his nose to bled
"Direction: The... the primary surgical table." Swiftshock answered,
withdrawing his hand. He let his "goggles" come down.
The two noded practicaly dragging the smaller mech over to the table hauling
him up onto it and forcing him down as they s
LoC Second Dawn: Log 32
It had been a Decacycle (month) since the Group of Autobots had arrived in
the Peaccolony and had begun assisting them in reconstruction of better
defences. in order to conduct the activities as secretively as they could under
Ordrs form Lutrex the taks of securing and helping the villate had taken quite
However the past Orn (week) had shown that quickly the village was
becoming self sufficient and rebuilding to the point it was hard to think that
the area had once been full of the weary sickly and dieing. Lutrex smiled as he
observed some of the childred playing a game of Cyberball. (mix of Football
and Hocky) as he
walked in the street on his way to go check up on Crosswires medical
Returning from his foray into the wilderness Regulux smiled at the
hardworking bots and neutrals inside. Asking around he found out where
Laserbot was and headed in that direction, "going to see Crosswore...of
Entering the medical ward Regulux quikly waved to the Guardian, "L
LoC Second Dawn: Log 31
The ship settled onto the loose "dirt" of Helex's surface.
all that remained aorund was a barrent scrapmetal deasert that bordered the
outskits of Helix
It listed uneasily to one side before stopping.
"Nice place." commented Crosswire, smirking. "Awesome place for a
Cirrus stepped out, the air about him rippling in rainbow hues as the acid rain
disintegrated on the energy shield.
"Settlement just that way. Hopefully Regulux is in."
Lutrex stepped out just behind the others his field not even visable but by the
patter and evaporation of rain just over Lutrex helm, shoulders and wings it
was aparent. "lets hope so but remember were out here to help these people
first." Lutrex replied.
Inbeknwnest to all others had watched the autobots decent and waited
hungrily for the right moment.
Cirrus just marched right toward the village, seeming not even to check his
Another benefit of panoramic vision - You were always looking.
Patch quickly followed behind CW, glanci
Tungstens Story Part 3
The first thing I registered was the stench of oil and half processed energon as I came to in that horrendous place. Once my optics had powered back on, I discovered that the smell wasn't the worst thing.
I looked around to find the pink glow of my containment cell's bars casting a sickly hue over the dismantled limbs and parts of the previous occupants that lay not inches from my own battered frame. I knew then and there that I was a dead mech. Of course I did what any desperate mech would do in that circumstance I looked for a way out.
I tried diggin' my way out, but the walls were made of something specifically meant to keep me in. So I did the next craziest thing; I tried to ram the electrified energy bars. That didn't go over too well either as I was sent flying back into the wall, landing in the heap of mech's body parts. It had been the third attempt to stupidly ram myself through those bars that he had spoken to me.
There came a deep rich voice that caused Tungsten
Luminosity: Chp 6
Chapter 6 First Steps
The smell of freshly refined energon wafted through the base's vents, its scent possessing a hypnotic quality that the mechs on base could not deny. Those most affected were the ones who had risen early from an incomplete recharge.
Bladewing sat on the couch as he sipped at his early solar-cycle ration of energon. Despite being a night mech, contrary to popular belief, he was also a morning mech. The main reason being, both were times he could get peace and quiet from the others.
The blue and golden mech sat reading his holo-disk as the rays of light bounced off his freshly waxed frame. He had still not finished the intriguing story from the night before, having been interrupted.&
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