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Post by Cloris on Dec 19, 2009 14:37:59 GMT -5
wow...
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Post by Firefly on Dec 19, 2009 14:53:35 GMT -5
YOU EFFING EVIL PIECE OF TIN!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT POOR GUY!!!!!!!!! HE HAS A FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :'-(
Memorable quotes:
“Dream on, scrap heap. I would rather chew barbed wire than name you as leader of the Decepticons!”
“Alaska?” Starscream repeated, incredulous. “But…it’s cold up there! It will ice our power relays!” “I think Elita One was right about you, Starscream,” Megatron told him coldly. “Your ball-bearings are exceptionally small.”
“That is because you are a moron, Starscream.” YES! SOMEONE FINALLY TELLS HIM!!!
“These miniature organics are highly annoying. Shall I terminate?”
“No one in their right minds would be out in this snowstorm before it’s light out!” “These guys don’t sound very right-minded to me,”
You know, I've never heard of Decepticons purposely killing anyone. I've heard of them killing ppl, but they didn't set out to kill that one person; i've also heard of them trying to track down a certain person and kill them. but never have they actually killed a person on purpose, if u get what i mean. they kill ppl on accident, and don't care. i hope u understand...if u don't, oh well doesn't matter.
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Post by Firefly on Dec 19, 2009 14:54:15 GMT -5
oh and cloris, ur avatar is screwed up...or it's just screwed up on my computer...
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Post by elphie on Dec 19, 2009 18:58:22 GMT -5
i'm glad you liked it! Megatron and Starscream are soo fun to write. They're like a bickering old couple.
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Post by Firefly on Dec 20, 2009 16:54:53 GMT -5
lol yup
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Post by elphie on Dec 20, 2009 17:08:37 GMT -5
well, there's one vintage ep where they played catch with humans. they're pretty evil.
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Post by Firefly on Dec 20, 2009 17:19:11 GMT -5
vintage?
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Post by Firefly on Dec 20, 2009 17:20:08 GMT -5
nvm
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Post by elphie on Dec 23, 2009 15:50:34 GMT -5
Perceptor, you must be mistaken.” Optimus Prime squinted at Teletraan II’s screen. “The Decepticons would never go to Alaska!” “I am not mistaken, Prime!” Perceptor huffed. “The Decepticons are in Alaska. Besides, how else could you explain this headline?” He pulled up the website for a local Alaskan paper. The headline was written in bold black letters: HOUSE DESTROYED, HUSBAND AND WIFE CRUSHED TO DEATH, SLED DOGS SPARED. “Megatron probably stepped on them.” Wheeljack’s voice was full of disgust. “And spared the dogs so he can play with them later.” “I don’t get it,” Ironhide said. “Alaska is cold! What could they possibly want there?” “There are massive energy resources there,” Skyfire put in. “Oil and natural gas. Oil is a powerful energy source; most of the modern world runs on it. Unfortunately.” “It must be for Energon,” Optimus concluded. “They are going to use the natural resources to make Energon cubes.” “And leave the humans with no oil or natural gas.” Perceptor shook his head. “It would be disastrous!” “What makes you think that the Decepticons care?” Ratchet asked him darkly. “They must be stopped.” “We need the humans’ help with this one,” Optimus said. “Alaska is vast, and we will need all the support we can get. Lennox and Epps are back from their furlough, correct?” Skyfire nodded. “Good. I will contact them, and hopefully they will have a contingent ready to leave by first light tomorrow.” Optimus turned to Ratchet. “Can you be ready with supplies by then?” “I’ll figure something out, Prime. I won’t let you down.” Hound chuckled. “Well, now I’m glad I picked a Jeep for my vehicle mode. That’ll come in handy with all that snow.” “I hate snow,” Bumblebee transmitted woefully. “It’s frozen water. And I hate water.”
Optimus speaks…
The consensus was that we were all dreading the snow and cold. The humans disliked being cold and wet, and, while our circuitry was not usually affected by water, the Autobots were not looking forward to chipping ice from our joints. But we all knew that Megatron had to be stopped, and we were willing to do anything to bring him down. We Autobots decided to have one last evening on the Diego Garcia beach before we rolled for Alaska. Sam and Mikaela joined us. Sam would be coming with us, but Mikaela had to stay behind. She was not happy about it. We watched the sunset as we had so many weeks ago, before the world had been turned upside down again. “I like this place.” Skyfire splashed around in the shallows, scaring the life out of some poor fish. “We all do,” Wheeljack agreed. “That’s why we’re working so hard to protect it.” “BELLY FLOP!” Mudflap and Skids pelted down the beach and jumped straight into the water. I shielded Mikaela and Sam from the spray with my hand. There was a loud crack and Skids groaned. He had landed on a rock. “Uhh…I screwed that one up. That hurts. That’s a lot of pain.” “That’s what you get for bein’ stupid!” Mudflap informed his twin. “Hey, Skyfire!” The big scientist gazed down at him. “Yes?” “Think you can throw me?” Beside me, Elita laughed. “I wouldn’t, Mudflap,” I advised. “I don’t know, I kind of want to see how this turns out,” Mikaela said interestedly. “Yes, but this is not the time to be fooling around,” I said to her. “We will all need our strength for tomorrow. Besides, I do not think he knows how strong Skyfire is.” “We got strength like ninjas!” Skids told me. “You won’t have ninja strength if you tangle with some of those jellyfish,” Ironhide pointed out. “Those hurt, even if you’re an Autobot.” “I take it you speak from experience.” Chromia hugged him. “My daredevil.” “When we get back, I will throw you as far as you want,” Skyfire told the twins. Mikaela dug in her beach tote and struggled to sit up. Bumblebee assisted her. Sam snorted out a laugh when he saw what she was holding. “You’re mean.” “Perceptor,” Mikaela called. “Got some new human food for you to examine.” Perceptor snagged the packet and read the label aloud. “Pop Rocks? Fascinating!” “Oh, my,” Elita whispered. She shook her head at Mikaela. “You said you wouldn’t!” “What are they?” I hissed. Elita leaned close so no one else could hear. “Pop Rocks are tiny bits of candy filled with air. When they come in contact with warmth or moisture—or Perceptor’s hand—they explode.” She saw the look on my face and hastened to add, “Not a true explosion, just a little popping sound.” “This is very interesting.” Perceptor brought the candy close to his face. Suddenly it began to pop and crackle. He yelped and quickly wiped his fingers in the sand. The candy popped louder as it was exposed to the water. Sam and Mikaela fell into helpless laughter, as did most of the Autobots. “Not funny!” Perceptor objected. He chucked a seashell at Mikaela. “That was not funny!” “It was, too funny!” Jazz tipped over backwards, laughing. “I told you your curiosity would get you in trouble one day.” Perceptor tried very hard to stay angry, but after a time he began to laugh as well. Mudflap and Skids giggled so hard that they nearly drowned themselves. Even Bumblebee managed a near-inaudible chuckle. In the midst of all of the noise—for I was laughing as well—Elita leaned her head against my shoulder. I glanced down at her. “I love you, Optimus,” she said simply. “And I, you.” Still laughing, I drew her to me and held her tightly. “I am glad that we have this beautiful night before we leave.” She gave me an Autobot-kiss: a touching of mouths and a spark of electricity. We held each other and watched the sun set.
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Post by Firefly on Dec 23, 2009 21:09:22 GMT -5
awwwww and awesome with the pop rocks! and good news, you didn't post it twice ^_^
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Post by elphie on Dec 23, 2009 22:27:01 GMT -5
yay, no idiot post! i love pop rocks, by the way.
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Post by Firefly on Dec 24, 2009 1:27:03 GMT -5
i don't think i've had them at all/in a long time. Not sure...as I've said b4 my memory sucks.
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Post by elphie on Dec 27, 2009 21:06:19 GMT -5
Sam nudged Mikaela. “Check it out.” Optimus was holding Elita One, his chin resting on top of her head. They were both very still. “Aw.” Mikaela smiled. “It’s good to see him happy, isn’t it?” “Yeah.” Sam laughed and pointed down the beach. “And on the other end of the love spectrum…” Chromia swiped at Ironhide’s head. “Eek! Stop!” “C’mon, sweetheart, lighten up!” Ironhide scooped seawater into his massive hands and dumped it over her head. “Gotcha!” “You got me, too!” Hound spluttered. He shook the water from his face. “Watch it, old-timer!” “That is my cue to get out of the way,” Skyfire remarked. His feet made deep ruts in the sand as he came out of the water. Ironhide struck a pose and made a ‘bring it on’ gesture with his hand. “Come on, Hound.” Skyfire addressed the humans. “You are about to get very wet.” Mikaela wrapped a towel tightly around her bad leg. “Ouch. The bandage can’t get wet. Okay, I’m good.” “Hound, I strongly advice you against starting a fight with Ironhide,” Optimus said. “Too late,” Elita commented. Hound tackled Ironhide, sending them both sprawling into the surf. An enormous wave drenched everyone. Bumblebee jumped up and tried frantically to dry himself off. Sam tossed him a towel. “You really don’t like water, do you, little guy?” Chromia asked. Bumblebee glared at her. With effort, he spoke aloud. “Lay…off!” “Leave him alone,” Elita ordered. “He has been through a lot with us.” “I’m just teasing you, little guy,” Chromia said. “You’re so cute sometimes.” Mudflap and Skids stopped cavorting around to watch the exchange. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bumblebee transmitted irritably. He continued to scrub furiously as his belly panel to dry off. “I don’t want to fight. Please leave me alone.” Chromia shook her head. “I’m not being mean.” “We know, Chromia,” Ratchet said. “But I know why he’s afraid of water. I repaired him myself. He was hurt badly.” “I thought he was just—“ “Look, the next time Starscream shoots you into the ocean with humans inside you, let me know,” Bumblebee snapped. “I have a very good reason to be afraid of water. Now leave me alone, please!” Thankfully, the tension was broken when Ironhide conceded defeat. “That’s it, I’m done!” he gargled. “Let me up!” Hound stopped holding Ironhide’s head underwater. “Go get your girl before ‘Bee stings her.” “We should head in for the night,” Optimus said. “We must all rest before tomorrow. It will not be a pleasant day.” The Autobots stood up and headed for the hangar. Ironhide picked a bit of seaweed off his shoulder. “I wish I could go with you,” Mikaela said sadly. Sam kissed her cheek. Optimus actually got down on his hands and knees so he was at eye-level with them. “Mikaela,” he rumbled softly. “You saved my life. I would have died in that forest if not for you. Now it is up to us. You must stay here, out of harm’s way. But you need to know that everything we accomplish is because you saved me.”
Two aircraft touched down on an abandoned airstrip in the middle of nowhere. One of them was a cargo jet, full of supplies, Autobots and three humans. The other was Skyfire. Optimus Prime, Elita One, Wheeljack, Bumblebee, Mudflap, and Skids were crammed into the military jet. Sam, Lennox and Epps were in the process of bundling themselves in layers of cold weather gear. “Don’t know why no one volunteered for this,” Epps said sarcastically. “Guess it makes sense, though. Megatron’s less likely to see a few of us coming for him than a whole contingent of soldiers.” Sam pulled on a pair of heavy woolen mittens. “I think Mikaela got the good end on this one.” “Okay, everybody out,” the pilot called. “There’s one helluva blizzard coming, and I gotta get out of here before it hits.” The humans went first, followed closely by the Twins. Wheeljack came after them, stepping cautiously onto the snow. “Isn’t there some way to avoid this?” Bumblebee asked. He balked at the end of the ramp. “Please?” Optimus laughed, though not unkindly. “I’m afraid not.” With a huff and a nudge from Elita, the yellow Autobot tip-toed down the ramp. Hound looked perfectly at home in his vehicle mode, which was a brawny Jeep 4X4. “Glad I picked this alt mode!” “Don’t rub it in,” Chromia grumbled. She had transformed into her own alternate mode, a blue Kawasaki motorcycle, and was up to her hubcaps in snow. Once everyone had unloaded from Skyfire, he shaped-shifted. “I. Do. Not. Like. Being. Cold!” “This sucks,” Lennox said bluntly. He slouched deeper into his parka. “Perceptor, the Decepticons had better be here.” “They are,” Perceptor answered confidently. “Hound,” Optimus called. “You lead the way to the guard post.” “You’re having me take point?” Hound asked in surprise. “No, I am having you plow a path.” Optimus transformed. “Anyone who has trouble getting around may ride in my trailer.” “I am having trouble.” Elita had changed to her pink MINI Cooper shape. “I am completely stuck.” “So am I,” added Chromia. Optimus opened his trailer. “Get in. You, too, Perceptor. Remember, you don’t have a vehicle mode.
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Post by Firefly on Dec 27, 2009 21:17:45 GMT -5
poor bee poor mikaela poor bee again Optimus thinks of everything, it's like wow i would never think of that...just a summary of what went thru my head. great installment! can't wait for the next!
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Post by elphie on Dec 27, 2009 21:20:08 GMT -5
lol Thanks
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