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The moment the claxon alarms went off the Shatterdome became a riot of activity, despite the hour that some of the less-couth crew members (of which there were many) would call “the ass-crack of dawn.”  Team members spilled out of their bunks, jerking on clothes before they had even fully awakened or pelting down the halls half-dressed.  Crew members surged into the Jaeger bays, activating the titanic mecha and ensuring they were battle-ready.  It was as if someone had tossed a lit match into a wasp nest – where there had once been uneasy calm there was now chaos, albeit a semi-organized sort of chaos that struggled to becom

 Elita released a soft hum of contentment. There had to be perks to sleeping naked, she thought. Besides the actual act of being naked, though that was enough in its own right. She shifted positions, feeling the slide of her protoform against Optimus's, and she sighed. Then, her lips pulled into a smile. She slowly caressed her arms upwards to link behind his neck, and the arm holding her on top of his chassis tightened a fraction. A finger nuzzled the curve of her mouth, making the slightest giggle slip from her. "And to what do I owe a smile like this?" Before she could answer, her spark had given her away. Optimus chuckled, sending a

Unspeakable Evils The massive Cybertronian jet streaks through the cloudless blue sky. Below on the frozen Alaskan tundra is a top-secret base belonging to MECH. The jet lands, transforming as it goes, and looks around at the large, snow-covered compound. Suddenly, an alarm blares out from one of the watchtowers on each corner of the barbed wire and concrete fence. Instantly, the ground is alive with MECH agents, each armed with weapons designed to take down Cybertronians. The large mech smirks in contempt at the humans surrounding it, their feeble attempts at attacking it humorous. Arming its fusion cannon with the quip, “I am Galvatr

QUIDDICH ARENA RIVER OF NO RETURN WILDERNESS AREA IDAHO, UNITED STATES "...and this is your announcer Lee Jordan, welcoming one and all to the first ever Cybertronian exhibition Quiddich match!" came Lee's magically amplified voice from the announcer's box, ringing through the stadium that now occupied a formerly deserted stretch of forest in the northwestern United States. "And secondary announcer Spike Witwicky," Spike put in. "Looks like we have a healthy crowd here, Lee, with representatives from the Autobots, Decepticons, and wizards from every country in the world present!" "Of course there are," grinned Lee. "This is history in th

Why do we fight? ~ Protihex, four hundred stellar cycles before the outbreak of the Great War. The young Cybertronian had no way of knowing what would happen. As he trundled along in vehicle form along a little-used road leading to the Protihex Mechanical Mechanics University, his weight broke a conduit that had escaped the attention of repair drones over the millenia. It ruptured, bringing volatile Energon into contact with high-voltage cables. The explosion shook Protihex, sending a shimmering orange cloud high into Cybertron's atmosphere. A passing Mini-Con spotted the young victim and rushed to his aid. Transforming hadn't protected h