temple-phoenix

     "I just don't understand," Eject reiterated, his tone evincing complete bafflement.     "Not this again," Rewind moaned, slapping a hand over his optics and slumping against the wall. Steeljaw lowered his head to the floor and pretended not to hear the argument.     "There's nothing to understand," Ramhorn growled, turning away from the rest of the team and staring out of the viewing window; the ship had just passed the seventh planet in the system and was decelerating slowly.     Undaunted, Eject pressed on. "New world, which means new altmodes, yet once again you choose to remain as this… this…" he waved a hand vague

Mindwipe stepped cautiously over some scattered rubble; Skullcruncher followed in his wake, brushing aside the clump of hanging, slightly sparking wires in his way. His optics widened suddenly as he registered the wires as what they were; oil-slick Autobot viscera, and he dropped them with a small yelp. "Shhhhh!" Mindwipe hissed, freezing. The pair stood stock still for a long moment, but the only sound that echoed through the now considerably ruined scientific outpost was a faint clink as some piece of debris succumbed to gravity and slid to the ground. The pair was considerably more nervous than the ease of their mission would have sugges

I used to have a body. Oh, not this pathetic assemblage of gears I have now; I mean a real body. Arms and legs; I never thought I'd miss [i]fingers[/i] this much. Wings, while they have their advantages, are no substitute for a good pair of opposable thumbs, let me tell you. More than a body, I used to have a life! You probably don't remember this, but I used to be a senator, you know. I controlled the policies of entire regions, and now look at me; a glorified errand boy. And it's all his fault; that humourless lackey of Megatron's. It wasn't enough for him to kill me, no satisfaction in that. He had to make me one of his blasted pets, ano

Drift knew that he had misjudged his approach when the three figures boiled from the gates like angry turbowasps. He kept his hands relaxed and away from the hilts of his swords as the trio split to surround him, two flanking him while the other stood his ground before the entrance to the complex. 'You dare approach the imperial palace, ronin?' the latter spat, his optics glaring with disgust and rage. Drift recognised him; Prowl, the most senior of the Autobot bakufu. The other two were of the samurai, and he vaguely recalled their names as Hound and Sideswipe. Their fingers rested lightly on the hilts of their own swords, a warning of imp

There was something wrong with the apartment, although I couldn't put my finger on what it was. It was certainly big enough, and practically empty as it was it seemed even larger. The décor passed for minimalist, but the truth was I just hadn't gotten around to buying enough furniture. I stood on the balcony, drink in hand, and watched the sun set over the Californian hills; the light cast everything with a warm red glow that, together with the height of the view, made me feel somewhat light-headed. Jimmy Pink, King of the World. I tore my gaze away and let my eyes adjust to the relative dimness of the apartment. Yes, something wrong

"Aren't you bored yet?" Arcee halted her sword in mid-slash and looked over to where Hardhead sat, perfectly at ease, on a shattered chunk of rubble. The dim light cast by the mercury-like pool behind him limned him with a faint corona so that she could not make out his silhouetted features without infrared enhancement. "What do you think?" she retorted, gesturing towards the gutted remains of her one-time tormentor. Jhiaxus' body was scattered across the cavern floor, only the odd fragment of limb remotely recognisable. His severed head, one of the optics torn out by a particularly elegant blow, lay several yards away and seemed to regard

The two Decepticons staggered down the gleaming metallic corridor. It seemed like they had been running for megacycles, the pursuit never-ending. At last, Runabout fell against the wall, his systems exhausted. "C'mon, we've gotta keep going," whined Runamuck, pulling at his compatriot's arm. "Can't… go any longer," the other said, sagging. "We've got to have lost him by now." He squinted into the darkened recesses of the tunnel, his optics searching for any signs of his hunter. "You think so? Remember who we're dealing with." "Even he must have given up by… what's that?" Runabout stopped, his head cocked. The other Decepticon fr

From the files of Jetfire, Autobot scientist: Since time immemorial, our once-great race once witnessed the rite of Genesis. Though those days are long gone, I revisit my files now both as an attempt to correlate my scattered thoughts on the matter and in the search of a ray of hope in these dark times, a chance, however slim, that our battered, divided species may yet revisit our former glory. Cybertronean research has never been able to completely understand the planet we used to call our own; its interior makeup beyond our feeble, tentative delving remains an enigma despite our best endeavours. While we understood the natural energon dep

     He stands before me, my greatest friend, my staunchest ally. I cannot see his face; only the wondrous, the magnificent, the ineffable (the terrifying) prize he offers me.     "I am the Guardian; the last Guardian," he intones (somewhere) as he holds it closer. "And so it falls to me to bestow the Matrix of Leadership upon you, Nova; you, our greatest champion, our brightest hope."     I receive it (the light, it hurts me) from him, open myself to it, consume it within my body (hurts!), feel the connection deep within my spark, and I am lost. Body, mind; what are they to me? A memory, nothing more… nothing of consequence.     I

Skyfall staggered against the corridor wall as the orbital array rocked again; the Decepticon fleet was focusing its fire along the underside of the space station, and the heavy structure groaned and shuddered under the laser onslaught. Taking a firmer grip on his blaster, he righted himself and ran the last few paces to the command deck. Slamming the release button, the bulkhead door whined in protest and slid a few scant paces, then jammed. "I don't have time for this," Skyfall snarled, and unleashed a staccato series of bursts from his weapon into the recalcitrant portal. Before the last echo had sounded, he kicked out, shattering the su