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War and Wings Chapter 22: ReinforcementsWar and Wings Chapter 22: Reinforcements by praxcrown5
At the edge of the encampment, closest to the crater wall, Io tried to power-down.
This rest period hadn’t been her decision—she would have continued working until her instruments fell apart from overuse—but Crossarm had ordered her to after she nearly passed out scanning one of their patients.
How quickly the sergeant had changed.
A child that morning, now he was showing signs of responsibility. Unfortunately, as stubbornness was one of his personality main-stays, he wasn’t put off by the long train of curse words that followed their entire journey away from the “clinic” to her current location.
And surprisingly, frustratingly, she knew that he was right.
Her energon reserves were low and her body felt heavy and lethargic. And while the power-down wouldn’t replace the energon that she’d lost, at least her processor could do something other than crunch vital stats, grieve for Interlink, or worry about cross-contaminati
TFP - Animal MechanicalsTitle: Animal MechanicalsTFP - Animal Mechanicals by TheWhovianHalfling
Relationships: Bulkhead/Miko Nakadai, Optimus Prime/Ratchet (Bromance only, unless you have your slash goggles on)
Summary: Miko ponders each member of Team Prime and tries to give them an animal counterpart, though for some she might dig a tiny bit too deep.
“Ugh, that was lame!” Miko sighed, clicking out of the internet window she had opened.
“What’re you doing?” Jack asked as he came up the stairs, only just arriving due to a late work day.
“I took a quiz online to see which animal I would be,” Miko explained as she turned to face him, wrinkling her nose. “I got a crocodile!”
Jack paused, seeming to study her for a moment before chuckling quietly.
“What?” Miko snapped.
“It…actually kinda works,” Jack said sheepishly, causing Miko’s glare to darken further. “C’mon, Miko, think about it—they’re really t
Caro Transmutata Metallo 33Caro Transmutata Metallo 33 by Foxbear
Caro Transmutata Metallo 33
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
Spark burning with betrayal and confusion, Jazz finished decrypting the files on Daybreaker. When the last fell he signaled his second and the other mech dutifully handed over the remaining undamaged files. Between the two of them they made short work of decoding these last blocs of data. The saboteur paused a moment, weighing the two file sets in his processor, feeling the differences in their size and complexity. It was not the cleanest job he had ever done, but he was confident that he had not lost much from the brute-force hack, and was equally confident that there was nothing left hidden in the more delicately handled files. With a satisfied grunt he signaled Bluestreak and they moved out.
Jazz ignored the markets this time in favor of tearing back to Iacon Tower with hardly a glyph to his assistants. Bluestreak seemed to sense his eagerness to get back, and simply gave a
Caro Transmutata 32Caro Transmutata 32 by Foxbear
Caro Transmutata Metallo 32
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
Truth, Past Tense
Jazz’s entire existence had been essentially defined by an inability to focus on one thing at a time. His processors were truly silent and still only when Ratchet or First Aid confined him to the medical ward and forcibly shut down the saboteur’s cortexes for major surgery. Otherwise he never had less than a dozen mental threads running at once. Granted, his lobotomy via Starscream had limited that tendency, but a few tweaks to the healing process, tweaks that would keep him in hot water with Ratchet for years if the medic ever found out about them, now had him running at an acceptable level. Even as he attacked the final encryption layers of Shockwave’s mystery files, he could feel the threads winding and twisting at the edges of his awareness.
Newer questions danced about with mysteries that predated the war, and vorns of wartime experience dictated that
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