If you already saw the movie then you know that our favourite medic was killed by Lockdown. So what do you think? For me the true heroes are never die.
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Caro Transmutata Metallo 27Caro Transmutata Metallo 27 by Foxbear
Caro Transmutata Metallo 27
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
“And I am telling you,” Rung repeated with the infuriating precision that Ratchet knew marked everything the orange and white psychologist did, “that I cannot comment on the situation until I know all the facts.”
The two Autobots faced each other across the open space of the room Rung had claimed for his office. The walls were a smooth copper and a few small crystals grew on inset shelves. A stack of archival data pads were lined up neatly on a table against the wall, but other than that and a few chairs the room was bare, reflecting the short time the psychologist had been in residence. It was all in all, a simple, but harmonious place, generating a soothing atmosphere, which was at the moment quiet wasted on the irritated field medic.
Ratchet was having trouble deciding whether it was the utterly calm voice or the small, condesc
Caro Transmutata Metallo 26Caro Transmutata Metallo 26 by Foxbear
Caro Transmutata Metallo 26
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
In the warm dimness of the Iacon Tower, atop a twining system of pipes and conduits and below the solid arch of a support strut, was a hollow scoop just big enough to house a small mini-bot. A pile of datapads was neatly stacked in one little nook, just below a tightly sealed canister of energon confections and to the side of a chart diagramming the nervous system of a primitive silicon creature. Practically placed splotches of thermo-luminescent paint dotted the surfaces here and there, turning the warmth of the conduits into light.
Glyph shifted uneasily in the small nest she had made for herself. The observant femme had noted quickly and with no little curiosity that the overall atmosphere of Cybertron consisted of nearly the exact mix that her asteroid prison had boasted. Given the difficulties of maintaining such a mixture it was really no surprise that the ventilation s
War and Wings Chapter 18 Part Two: RecoilWar and Wings Chapter 18 Part Two: Recoil by praxcrown5
Continued from Part One...
Io’s optics opened slowly as her higher functions re-initiated.
At first, she wasn’t certain if her t’vre were operational because everything around her was hazy and dark.
Shaking her head, hoping that it would clear her vision—it didn’t—she considered her surroundings.
The smoke—some strange combination of particulates and foul-smelling aerosols—was everywhere; thick and impenetrable. Even so, she got the distinct impression that she was underground, surrounded by large objects. Here and there were several writhing areas of blue light…possibly energon fires, and though it was impossible to gauge distance, this revelation was anything but comforting.
Energon fires could spread rapidly, and though Cybertronian armor was capable of withstanding high temperatures, there was an upper limit.
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