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Post by elphie on Jan 21, 2010 14:26:30 GMT -5
It was actually my grandma's idea. Not even kidding.
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Post by Firefly on Jan 21, 2010 17:56:24 GMT -5
Haha! Sweet! LOL! I'd never think she'd come up with...nvm...I might believe it...lol
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Post by elphie on Jan 21, 2010 22:36:45 GMT -5
I read the fanfic to her while she was in the hospital.
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Post by elphie on Jan 22, 2010 17:39:36 GMT -5
DELETED SCENE--as imagined by my grandma. Not kidding
Starscream tipped his head back and gazed at the stars, trying to spot Cybertron. But there was no way to see home from this miserable rock. Cybertron was beautiful—cool gleaming metal, bright sunlight. In this place, everything was mushy and soft, and covered in living things. “I miss home, too,” Thundercracker said. “I hate it here.” “Don’t get sentimental on me,” Starscream snapped to save face. “Once we pillage this planet—” “Shut up,” Rumble ordered, juggling snowballs. The three Decepticons were guarding Energon cubes in the cold Alaskan night. “Missing home doesn’t make you a wuss. We’re not built for these weird climates. First thing I’m gonna do when we get home is take a hot oil bath.” “True, this planet is not good for us.” Starscream paced in front of the glowing cubes. “We will drain it, destroy it, then go home.” “Mwwaaahhh.” They froze. Rumble let his snowballs thud to the ground. “What…was that?” Thundercracker hissed. Wordlessly, Rumble extended his pile-drivers. “It’s nothing,” Starscream said lightly. “The wind.” “Mwaaah.” Thundercracker cocked his gun. “Well, whatever it is, it’s gonna be dead in two astroseconds.” “Wait!” Starscream motioned for him to stop. “We should at least find out what it is before we kill it.” Dropping into a crouch, he stalked forward. “Show yourself, cretin!” “Mwwaaah?” A baby polar bear trundled into view. “Nothin’ but a fuzzball!” Rumble said in relief. Thundercracker retracted his cannon. “Stupid organics.” Starscream reached out and snagged the cub by the scruff of its neck. “Come here, insect.” Terrified, it squealed and thrashed. “Mwwaaahh!” Thundercracker snorted. “Sounds like its calling for its ma.” A roar sounded deep in the woods. “I think it was,” Rumble muttered. “Wimps,” Starscream said contemptuously. “Frightened of an insect. Watch me kick for distance!” He prepared to drop-kick the cub, but a giant, white—thing came hurtling out of the darkness. Starscream was so shocked that he dropped the cub, while Thundercracker and Rumble skittered away, cursing. “Starscream, get back,” Thundercracker suggested. “Oh, pah.” Starscream was completely unconcerned. “It can’t hurt us!” The thing was an enormous mother polar bear. She nosed her baby behind her, and stepped up to confront the creature who had threatened her offspring. She reared up on her hind legs and roared, showing a huge red maw and glistening teeth. Unwisely, Starscream stood his ground. “He’s on his own with this one,” Rumble whispered. “No kidding,” Thundercracker replied. The cub cried out once, and the mother nudged it backward. Once her baby was out of the way, she bit Starscream’s head. “GET OFF! GET OFF! GET OFF!” She bore Starscream to the ground, sat on him, and locked her jaws around his throat. The Decepticon shrieked and tried to shove her off, to no avail. “What is hell is going on?” Megatron yelled, charging onto the scene. “Starcr—OOH!” He stopped short. Soundwave and all three Reflectors slammed into him from behind. “Lord Megatron!” Starscream pleaded. “Help me! Please!” “Starscream, you moron!” Megatron shouted. “You got yourself into another mess.” “Help…me!” The mother bear clawed and bit her way through Starscream’s armor to his shoulder. “My Lord—” he made a gurgling sound “—Plee—EEK!” By this time, most of the Decepticons had arrived, and were finding the situation quite amusing. Megatron watched for several moments, then motioned to Soundwave. “Activate audio disrupter waves.” The blue Decepticon began playing sounds similar to a dog whistle. The bear clawed at her ears and whined. She bit Starscream’s face one more time before she gathered up her cub and fled. Megatron began to clap sarcastically. “Let us all give a hand to Starscream, who couldn’t even defend himself from an insect.” “But—but—” Starscream looked upside down at his leader from the ground. “Did you see that thing? It was huge!” “Save it,” Megatron said. “Go repair your arm. We have work to do.”
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Post by Firefly on Jan 22, 2010 23:18:11 GMT -5
LOL!
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Post by Firefly on Jan 22, 2010 23:30:33 GMT -5
Great job! *claps loudly* Woohoo!
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Post by elphie on Jan 23, 2010 12:04:36 GMT -5
yay! I'll tell my grandma.
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Post by Firefly on Jan 23, 2010 13:14:21 GMT -5
lol
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Post by elphie on Jan 27, 2010 18:04:41 GMT -5
this is a BIG installment, with LOTS of stuff happening, so be careful to read the whol thing.
“Mmm, baby, that feels good.” In Optimus’s cab, Epps woke to his face being licked. “Baby? Ba—WHAT THE HELL?” At some point during the night, Optimus had let a dog in. The Autobot leader was shaking with laughter. “I wondered when you would wake up. Your verbal responses were quite interesting. Tell me, is licking a pleasurable activity for your species?” Too groggy to be embarrassed, Epps rubbed his eyes. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” “Anyway, it is time to be up and moving. Please hurry while eating breakfast. We must find Megatron before he does any more damage.” “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” Epps hopped out. He went over and rapped on Ironhide’s window. “Hey, guys, the leader says it’s time to get up.” Lennox got out, bleary-eyed, and headed straight to the fire to bank it up. Ironhide transformed slowly, creaking. He took a moment to get his bearings, and then stalked off to make a few rounds of the forest. “Optimus, I was finally able to absorb some sunlight,” Elita said. “If you need a transfusion, let me know.” “Just a moment, I think I may be stuck.” Optimus was struggling to transform. He finally accomplished it and stood carefully. “Got it. I will be happy when we can go back to Diego Garcia where it’s warm.” He turned to the Camaro that was still sitting silently. “Bumblebee, wake up Sam. We must leave in a few astrominutes.” Bumblebee transmitted his acknowledgement and played a song to rouse the sleeping boy. “Wake me up/before you go go/I don’t wanna be goin’ solo.” “I hear you,” Sam muttered. “How’s your leg?” “I’m I’m I’m/All right!” “Of course you are. Let’s move.”
“Autobots, transform and stay low,” Optimus whispered. “I am picking up Decepticons. They must be over that hill.” The Autobots had traveled until they came across the first part of Alaska that was not flat—an area gouged out by glaciers, and rich in oil. The Decepticons were draining the pipeline. “Let’s go chew some metal,” Ironhide growled. “Hush.” Optimus paused for a moment as he tried to formulate a plan. “Here’s how we are going to do it…”
“Hey, Megatron! Lookie, lookie! Over here! Ha, ha!” Mudflap and Skids stood at the top of the hill, bouncing up and down waving their arms. “Come and get us, ya girl thingy! Prepare for a major ass whoopin’!” “It’s the Autobots!” Megatron raised his gun. “FIRE!” “I can’t get a clear shot! They are too fast!” Starscream whined. “Pick on a mechanism your own size!” Optimus Prime strode forward and positioned himself in front of the Twins. They peeked out from either side of him. Skids giggled. “Oh, you’s in trouble now!” “Yeah, man, the ass-kicker cometh!” Mudflap fist-bumped his brother. “DIE!” shrieked Megatron. He fired four quick shots at Prime… …and the lasers passed right through him. “HOLOGRAM!” Soundwave yelled. “A little late, you idiot!” Megatron slapped the back of Soundwave’s head. “Decepticons, prepare for battle! Prime is mine!” The Autobots poured over the hill in robot mode with the real Optimus Prime leading them. Skyfire swooped low and dropped Chromia, Elita, and Wheeljack right into the fray. “It’s that traitor, Skyfire!” Starscream said contemptuously. “Get him,” Megatron commanded. “Leave nothing but scrap!” “With pleasure.” The Seeker transformed and leapt into the air. Ironhide set Lennox and Epps down. The humans were armed with modified sabot-round rocket launchers. “Aim for the eyes and throat,” Ironhide instructed as he ran off. “And try not to get killed!” Soundwave went straight for Elita. “We have a score to settle.” “Aw, back for seconds?” Elita taunted. “I always welcome a rematch!” She lunged forward and engaged him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Elita clung like a burr while raining blows down on him. Ravage and Rumble—unwisely—jumped the Twins. Mudflap and Skids fought back to back with hands and weapons. The Decepticons had underestimated the bond between twins. The brothers fought in perfect synchronization. “Let’s get out of here!” Rumble said to Ravage. The mechanical panther shrieked and took off. With a strangely melodic scream, Soundwave stumbled back and fled. Elita dropped to one knee and took careful aim with her pistol. Her shot hit him square betwixt the shoulders, and he fell to lie still upon the snow. “Stupid!” Megatron shouted. He dodged a blow from Ironhide, and landed a punch that sent the Autobot reeling back. “No one can defeat me!” A flash of light burst from Megatron’s fusion cannon. It hit Ironhide in the stomach and he collapsed. He tried to stand, but fell back, too badly hurt to rise. “Don’t touch him!” Hissing like a cat, Chromia skidded to a stop between her beloved and Megatron. “You deal with me now!” “Kick his ass, girl,” Ironhide wheezed. “No problem, babe.” Chromia roundhouse-kicked Megatron in the face before he knew what was happening. She proceeded to hit him in every way possible, punctuating her blows with words. “You hurt—” punch to the head—“him now I—” kick to the shoulder—“am gonna—”punch in the eye—“KILL YOU!” Megatron quickly decided that she really was angry enough to kill him. Having realized long ago that it was never a good idea to fight an enraged female, he took to the air. “Still afraid to fight?” Starscream asked. “Still a coward?” “You hurt children and you dare call me a coward?” Skyfire demanded furiously. “That girl is an infant compared to you, yet you have crippled her for the rest of her life! I am here to make you ANSWER FOR IT!” Starscream fired and missed. “You care more about these insects than you do your own kind.” “I abhor sadists in any species!” Skyfire thundered. “You were a scientist once, and you valued life! Now you have become a coward and a murderer!” “If I am so weak, then come get me!” “You will regret those words.” The two jets collided hundreds of feet above the ground. The impact jarred them both, and they spun apart only to come back shooting. Starscream let out a shriek as a bullet tore through his left wing. “Time to change tack,” he muttered, reeling from the hit. He transformed and landed on Skyfire’s wing. Using his weight, Starscream slowly began to tip his opponent over. “Get off!” Skyfire screamed in agony as several consecutive null ray hits ripped into his armor. “I have had enough! Now you die!” Skyfire changed shape and grasped Starscream’s throat with both hands. They hit the ground at full speed and rolled. Starscream began firing randomly with his null-ray. Suddenly he nearly lost consciousness from pain. Skyfire had ripped the Seeker’s arm off. He then proceeded to thwack Starscream with his own severed appendage. That was enough for Starscream. Leaving his arm behind, he went into full retreat and flew away without transforming. Skyfire slumped to his knees, his eyes dimming. Chromia and Perceptor were guarding a barely-moving Ironhide. “You’re not touching him!” Perceptor blasted away a random Seeker. “Get back!” A Decepticon’s head was ripped off from behind. His falling body revealed Elita One. She slid into place beside Perceptor and started fighting. “Hey, boss,” Chromia said. “Just like old times, huh?” “All that’s missing is—oof—Shockwave,” Elita replied, battling Ramjet as she spoke. “I would love to—nice try!—make an ass of him one more time!” “You know,” Perceptor grunted, firing off a missile from his shoulder cannon, “I hated the old times.” Elita leveled Ramjet again. “Now, stay down! Ironhide, how are you holding up?” “I can’t move,” Ironhide whispered. “But I…I’m not dead yet!” “That’s my boy.” In the midst of war, Chromia’s tone was affectionate.
Optimus Prime and Megatron were locked together in hand-to-hand combat so fierce that neither was able to gain an upper hand. Between blows, Megatron stepped back and surveyed his forces for a fraction of a second. Thinking quickly, he dodged Optimus’s blow and realized that the Decepticons were losing. All the Seekers were damaged, Ramjet was not responsive, and Starscream was nowhere to be found. Laserbeak had been downed by what appeared to be sled dogs. They would not defeat the Autobots this time. He disengaged. “Decepticons! RETREAT!”
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Post by Firefly on Jan 27, 2010 21:49:19 GMT -5
HAHA IN YOUR FACE!!! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH ANGRY ROBOTS! ESPECIALLY THE FEMALE ONES!!! HAHA!!!
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Post by elphie on Jan 28, 2010 11:36:33 GMT -5
lol. Don't mess with their boys!
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Post by Firefly on Jan 28, 2010 13:57:31 GMT -5
when i was typing "that's what you get" in that part...in my head i was saying "when you let your heart win" hehe ^_^ oh and i like the song "Wake Me Up" I'm really good at the karaoke for it on my friend's video game thing...it's something playstation i think lol. what's "i'm i'm i'm/alright" from?
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Post by elphie on Jan 28, 2010 16:25:40 GMT -5
"I'm Alright" By Jo Dee Messina. Youtube it. No comments on the fact that Ironhide is almost dead? He's your favorite.
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Post by Firefly on Jan 28, 2010 19:15:48 GMT -5
It was so long, I forgot some thing. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IRONHIDE!!! IF I WERE A TRANSFORMER AND CHROMIA DIDN'T ALREADY BEAT THE CRAP OUTTA YOU, MEGATRON, I'D KILL YOU!!! Is that better? ^_^
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Post by elphie on Jan 29, 2010 12:27:31 GMT -5
Yes, thank you for humoring me.
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