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TFA Rvs.B Style The MoviesLockdown: Hello everyone, Im Lockdown from Transformers Animated. You know this the time of year where we try to avoid spending any more time with our families than we absolutely have too.
Swindle: And theres no better way to do that then hiding in a big dark room from them with a bunch of strangers.
Lockdown: Were talking of course about going to the movies. But if you find todays movies to be too explicit, then a strip a club.
Swindle: Unfortunately movie going manners arent what they used to be.
Lockdown: These days people treat a movie theater like their own home and they treat own home like a gas station bathroom, which is kind of gross.
Swindle: So we thought it would be a good idea to remind everyone of common movie going mistakes to avoid.
Situation #1: Talking During the Movie
Movie screen: The Following Preview
Wasp: Previews?! What the slag is that?!
TFA Fic: Welcome IntruderTitle: Welcome Intruder
Rating for cut version: PG-13
Warnings for cut version: angst, kink, slash
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers characters. I make no profit from this.
A/N: This does contain some spoilers to TFA Episodes: Five Servos of Doom and Decepticon Air.
Swindle shifted on his berth as he slowly woke from a fitful recharge, extending his servo to wipe condensation from his brow. For some odd reason, he felt uneasy, as if he were being watched, but he was alone on his ship, drifting in the vast darkness of space. No alarms had been triggered by intruders, and the radar hadn't detected any other ships for miles. Despite all the high end security precautions on his ship, he couldn't shake away the uneasiness steadily consuming his spark. He contemplated getting up and grabbing a cube of energon, but the berth was comfortable, and he was still drowsy. Closing his optics, he tried to drift back into recharge and ignore his growing anxiety, squirming
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Part One((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
I've always thought of myself as a practical mech. I don't grab more than I can carry and if I find myself in a sitch too big for me to process, I know when it's the smart thing to bail. But once in a blue moon, an opportunity springs up that you just can't pass up. A perfect hit. That unsurpassed score.
No bounty hunter can pass that up. Not even me...
Part One: Gears and Glory
It did not take long for word to pass... at least not around Cybertron. According to what was said, the funeral had been stunning. There were precious few faces that were not in attendance at the gathering dedicated to the life and sacrifice of the cyberninja Prowl, whose actions had saved not just one small organic world, but also Cybertron itself. Those in attendance had spoken of the s
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
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