Challange responses

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As I finish each person's response, I'll edit it into here.

Outer elf:- 1. Colonel Sunstreaker shifted uneasily in his seat. Around him, the other guests were equally nervous, all darting looks at the detective in the middle of the floor, doorwings raised high in irration. Sunstreaker's gaze slipped over to Miss. Firestar, an up and coming noblewoman. She had needed a 'friend' to talk 'things' over with. Next was Reverend Acidstorm, brother to Arch-deacon Sunstorm. He had come here looking for money for the church. Professor Shockwave, Megatron's leauteniant, was perhaps the only one looking mournful, for Megatron would be greatly displeased with the turn of advents. Detective Prowl's 'Sit down Mrs. Moonracer,' drew his attention to the leader of the household here. There were rumours, Sunstreaker considered as Moonracer reseated herself, that Moonracer didn't like what was happening in the household. Mrs. Chromia, possibly the most armed person Sunstreaker had ever seen in his life, leaned over to pat her friend on the shoulder. More than enough weaponry to... Sunstreaker's thoughts were drawn off the subject as Detective Prowl drew in his breath, finally ready to discuss his findings with the group.

2. Rewind smiled up at his creation, secure in the knowledge that he could protect him. Blaster, who truely believed that he was old enough to protect himself now, ran out the door with the bositerous attitude he had from the moment Vector Sigma had granted him life. Picking up his datapad, Rewind started to read through the file talking about the quintession war. Not because he wanted to know what it was like (living through the whole damn thing was enough for him) but to laugh at the mistakes they made. Across the room, Eject tried to explain for the fourteenth time to their friends Rumble and Frenzy that perhaps granting a new spark with telepathy was perhaps the worst way to keep secrets from him.

3. Multiple Personalities

A. Sideswipe huddled down, trying to hide away. In the distance, the decepticon guns went off again, and he flinched. In his processor, Sunstreaker his only friend smiled at him and held him close, keeping away the worst of the monsters. People had repeated told him Sunstreaker didn't exist, but if he didn't then who had told him, so vividly, how to grab that thermal knife and defend himself? Who had told him that if you bent your arm when you punched the blow was much more dramatic? Sideswipe knew that Sunstreaker was real, even if he didn't want to speak to other people. It was enough that Sunstreaker spoke to him.

B. Prime and Prowl both stared at the datapad and sighed equally fed up sighs. Red Alert had glitched again, and this time it was "Sunstreaker" who had gotten out. Sunstreaker had proceeded to tare into the minibots tormenting Red Alert, and had almost permently disabled Cliffjumper before Ratchet came along. Why Sunstreaker bothered to listen to him was a mystery. Prowl felt almost ashamed of himself, but was relieved Sideswipe hadn't gotten out. He didn't know how Red Alert had created the two, and was almost tempted to tell Red they actually didn't really exist, (except in Red Alert's mind, but many things existed in there) but was under threat of Ratchet. Red Alert could never find out that his two 'brothers' were actually he, himself and him.

4. Sunstreaker grinned across the room at the manic Lambo. Sideswipe never failed to amuse him, and at that moment looked particually stupid dancing across the room singing. Reaching out, Sideswipe pulled him up and started dancing with him. Sunstreaker would never usally allow this, but for Sideswipe, he reluctantly allowed himself to be led. Sideswipe laughed again, his amusement wrecking the song worse than his words had. Sunstreaker picked up on the infectious laughted and started chuckling himself. A few moments later his comm came to light, demanding that he come to the moniter room for his shift. Sunstreaker apologized sincerely, and then left Sideswipe, closing the door on an empty room.

5. So. Life at the moment. Stuck in a ventialation shaft that Bumblebee should be down. Cliffjumper wanted to just blast his way out of there, but concluded that Jazz really would do as he threatened and take away his guns if he did. Really, just because some stupid idiot friend of his got injured did he have to come down the most inhospitable... right that did it. He wasn't cut out for stealth, the fools should have realsied that sooner. Cliffjumper took out his guns and aimed very carefully, before blasting his way into a very surprised Motermaster's personal quarters. Maybe he should have stayed in the blasted ventalation system.

6. Prime sighed. He appriceated that Grimlock wanted to learn how to be a good leader. He appreciated that Grimlock had picked him to idealise on. He loved that Grimlock was taking a more positive outlook to the decepticons. He did however, want his privacy back. He also wanted to open his door in the morning and not have Grimlock fall on him, before looking up at him in that way. He didn't know how someone with both a facemask and visor did the puppy eyes. He just didn't know. Behind him, Grimlock watched him fanatically.

7. Red Alert triple-locked his quaters door. Then he went and set his traps for the ventialtion system. Then he set motion sensors up to detect any change 500 meters in any way outside his window. Only then did he undo his safe, reach in and remove his reading matter of choice, Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett. Five 'pages' in and his glitch started to screech about how the seasons were going to come to life... the glitch seemed to pause as his CPU started to shut it off in self-defense of the weirdness. For the first time all day, Red Alert sighed in pure bliss, snuggled in his chair, and concentrated on his book.

8. Thundercracker considered the strange relationship his commanding officers had. When left to his own devices, Starscream was a genius without peer. He could outfly, outfight and outdo anyone he chose. He was as a God walking amoung mortals, and was revered just as intensly by his worshippers the airforce. When Megatron chose to lead alone, his stratagy's devastated the autobots, cracked Prowl's CPU. Alone, he was able to defeat Optimus Prime, rip the autobots from the ground and twist them into artwork, and all his troops would die at his command. So why, when they attempted to work together, did they become absolute morons and decide to get energy out of trees? While arguing wether conifers or elms worked better?

9. Prowl's optics were a deep sapphire at the moment, several shades darker than normal. He draped himself across Jazz's berth, doorwings streached out in invitation. One hand slowly slid over his chassis and reached his lips, glossa reaching out to lightly flick over his fingers. His voice purred in invation, the light flicking over him like he was an angel offered from Primus, solely for the other occupant of the room. He rolled over onto his side, legs slightly apart and rested on one arm, slowly licking his lips and stroking his thigh with his free arm. Jazz somehow managed to miss all this, humming softly as he read over Mirage's report.

10. Evaluation of Arc Ocuppant 16:- Ratchet. The CMO seems to be settling in fine into earth's atmosphere, and his status remains as stable as it ever was. Still difficult to hold conversations with, but with proper socailisation may come to realise that welders and wrenches are for work, not throwing. Would disadvice the following mechs for socialisation work(see footmark 8). As a personal note, do not under any circumstances attempt one of the following: cautioning against throwing things, cautioning against swearing, cautioning against getting drunk, or discussing interfacing life. You will regret it.

11. Evaluation of Arc Ocuppant 4:- Reflector. Observation:- Reflector has Multiple Personalities. Observation:- suggesting seperation is detirmental to health. Observation:- Reflector is feeling underused. Solution:- Reflector should learn to cope. Observation:- Reflector enjoys taking pornographic photos. Solution:- Throwing him against the wall until he agrees to stop. Observation:- Reflector does not enjoy Therepy. Solution:- Stop sending him.

12. Arc Medical Files- Sideswipe shows that he is actually made from repaired parts now that we've replaced his right hand. (Ratchet.) Not entirely, he's still got his own Spark Chamber. (First Aid) Not since last week, me Swoop had to change it then. (Swoop) At least he's constructed right. Have I ever let you down? HAVE I? (Grapple) Yes. But back to the matter at hand, does Sideswipe know about this? (Red Alert.) Not exactly... I'm fudging his review slightly. Sorry about that old chaps. (Hoist.)

13. Nemesis Medical Files- Starscream was in again with a broken wing, cracked thruster and sliced face. (Scrapper.) Measurements. I need measurements, how is this a medical journal without measurements? (Hook) What are we gonna need from stocks? I don't want to have to make two trips. (Long Haul) I'll go... remove... the broken sections. (Bonecrusher) Um um um um... I think I have a welding help. With acid... (Mix master) I'll get something from my stash to distract him. You never know, he's always looking for something to complain about... (Scavenger.)

14. Ratchet looked over. Of course, he was on the opposite side, but the downed Con needed help... recieving Prime's nod of reluctant acceptance, Ratchet made his way over to the con's side, flipped out his welder and... was thrown backwards. Shuttering his optics, he crashed into the ground. He looked up to see a very angry Hook splaying himself across the downed Con's body. "OURS! We heal our own side, now go getcha own!"

15. Spike licked his lips nervously. 'What's wrong with being a nurse?' was such a loaded question. It hadn't even been directed at him, but he knew he'd have to explain at some point. In great detail, otherwise they'd probably look on the internet for answers and would come up with horrible reasons mostly to do with sex and oh Primus he did not need to deal with this today. The answer was simply 'a nurse isn't seen as good as a doctor on earth,' but he didn't think anyone else had to explain that to a giant robot who had extremely protective sibilings, all who were bigger. Life just wasn't fair.

16. Jazz knelt down as he looked at the small human wringing his hands. It sounded like a good deal, but he had to get a few things stright before jumping in. "So, if I show up and say I support this... thing... you'll give me concert tickets to all the major shows in Portland?" Frantic nodding and agreement insued. "And I'll be allowed to visit Sparkle'n'shine Carwash whenever I want?" More agreement. "Well my me.. man, count me in!"

17. Ravage stared at the ground. It just wasn't fair. Two, just two mechs show up and suddenly everybody was raving about them and how good they were and how quickly they'd break the autobot defenses. No one remembered all the times that Ravage gave it his all. No one remembered that Ravage had often brought back vital war information. No one remembered that Ravage was the top infiltrator. The sound of someone sitting by him startled him out of his morbid thoughts. Hook stared down impassively. "If you take down Gilt, I'll get Howlback for you. No one will suspect a thing."

18. Soundwave, young, carefree, and some would say stupid, smirked across at the nursemaid that served as the high priest. Everyone knew that he was looking after sparklings, the little annoyances scampering around his heels like they were actually important and not just fools. He felt anger roll up in him, no one ever, EVER complained directly to Blaster about them. They must be the only little scraplets allowed into the main temple and no one ever bothered to tell Blaster off for it. It wasn't like Primus was going to do anything about it, he had much more important things to do that protect and coddle his high Priest and his high Priest's children. Soundwave, mind made up, rose from his seat and started his way across the floor to the bright orange nursemaid, who was currently holding a golden cat (even more stupid, who would even want an animal as a child) and snuggling it close.

19. "Blaster!" The communications officer turned around, looking at Red Alert, who was walking up with a tall mech. For some reason, the mech struck the wrong note with him, and he frowned slightly. Red Alert seemed neutral, but for some reason his optics were glowing bright. He introduced the mech as Razorlight, and from the second Razorlight opened his mouth, Blaster knew that he was going to hate working with him. Blaster didn't know what is was, but something about the mech seemed lower than slag-ooze. Red Alert was looking pleased at something though, and not wanting to spoil Red's good mood, tried to be nice, but eventually had to excuse himself before he hit Razorlight just for being there. There was something wrong about that mech.

20. Blaster ran into the room and leapt over a table. Everyone looked up as he swiftly ran towards the end of the room, where the door leading to the personal quarters were kept. A few moments later, Inferno rushed in, spyed the fleeing Blaster and ran after him as fast as he could, knocking a table out his way. Silence fell as a couple of mechs lifted up their energon for signs of contamination. However, the peace was not kept as the door from which Blaster and Inferno had emerged opened again to admit Red Alert, who had orange streaks... all... over... his... front... Sideswipe was the first to figure out what happened and start sniggering. After all, Blaster really shouldn't have been stupid enough to go after Inferno's little brother, especially if he was going to be successful and score with the security director.

21. "This machine," Megatron carried on, "is the work of genius' and cannot be replaced or replicated. I have smashed all other focus crystals myself. It will destroy all your forces with a ray of pure energy, and you yourself will feel the power of it... what the slag?" Swoop had shot the small device out of Megatron's hand. The constructicons and Megatron could only watch in horror as on the ground, Sludge trod on the thing. Its incessant beeping squealed once in electronic protest and then as Sludge stomped down again, went out completely. Grimlock stared for a few moments, and then turned round to Prime with a 'can we just go home now, sick of being here' attitude clinging to him.

22. Powerglide looked into Beachcomber's smiling face and cursed the fact his friend had been born with such a look. It was unfair, he supposed, that there was a war going, but surely Beachcomber realised that going on strike would do little to help this. However, Beachcomber was excessively cute, and therefore made it hard to say no to him. Powerglide knew for a fact that he'd already persuaded Gears, Huffer, Bumblebee and Seasprey, evidenced from the fact they were all sitting at a table with a huge STRIKE sign on it. Surely it wouldn't hurt just sitting with them. Powerglide stomped over, and with the heavy heart of someone who knows that something stupid is going to happen, slumped into a seat next to Beachcomber, who gave him a hug.

23. Starscream, recently promoted to Second in command snuck a look over his shoulder at the sight again: Megatron pulling Soundwave down from his recumberant position on his throne and whispering something into the telepath's ear. He returned his attention to his work, but the reflective screen in front of his just showed the continuing almost-molestment of the third in command. Starscream grit his teeth and carried on, irrated beyond belief at the both of them. Honestly, the war was not a chace for matchmaking, it was a chance for fighting. Surely even Megatron could see that... no apperntly he couldn't. He blinked at the new line of code, wondering why 'urge to kill rising' was suddenly appearing all over his CPU.

24. "So you want our energy, but you don't want to give anything in return for it? And you want us to help you leave, but you don't want to help us for it?" There was a pause as the small human spokesman, Sparkplug Witwicky, glared up at them. "That's called stealing you know. And Earth has a very good way of dealing with theives." Prowl's slightly mocking, 'oh no, you might singe me,' look really got to him apperently, and he raised his hand to his headset. "MEGATRON! There are some thieves here. Thought you might like to know." There was a thump from behind them, and Prowl, Optimus and Jazz turned around to face a huge, silver mech just like them. Well, not in the fact that he was currently powering up a huge cannon strapped to his arm that looked as if it could kill with a single blast.

25. The seekers swept over the sky, over the battlefield strewn with wreckage. Landing softly, they made their way cautiously over the landscape to where the dying warrior was drawing his last breath, surrounding by his comrades. They paused so he could have his last few moments alone, but soon his spark-light was standing, looking around in confusion at the darkened world. The lead seeker coughed to gain his attention, and took pleasure in the way he was startled as he whirled around, sword appearing in his hand. A vicous grin across his face, the seeker took a few steps forward. "Dinobot, take my hand and come with me. Your actions have been seen, you will soon be in Valhalla with the warriors you deserve to be with."

26. Aphrodite drifted amongst her sister's crew, invisable to all. She knew that Athena was uncomfterbly aware of her, but also knew that unless Athena wanted to go back into statis, could do nothing. Drifting by a bored looking red mech, she lifted her hand and brushed his leg and then wandered off, watching as he started shifting in discomfort from the rising lust in him. Smirking, she turned around and started sliding towards where a blue mech sat, boredly tampering with something. A judious application of lust to him as well. Now, how to get these two together... Athena, probably trying to get the two out before they did anything stupid, ordered Sideswipe and Tracks off together. Aprhodite chuckeled, before heading towards her brother's ship, wondering just what she'd find there.

27. Aphrodite, also known as Tracks among his fellow gods, glared at the mech who had been declared as beautiful as he. Even more insulting Cupid/Blaster, his own son, had fallen deeply in love with this mech. Admittedly, the golden warrior was attractive in his own way, but how could people say he even came close to Track's own beauty? Yet Blaster had yet again defied his creator, and now Tracks watched jealously as the two frolicked around together. There had to be something he could do that would devastate the golden one's beauty, something that no one would expect or blame on him. Tracks glared down, mind already ticking over possibly avenues of revenge.

Katsuko's response:-

 

1. Ramjet was woken by a loud banging sound. Attempting to go back into recharge, he was prevented by the continuing loud banging. It sounded, now that he concentrated, like someone putting down lots of heavy equiptment. And since Skywarp and Thundercracker had a room next to his, the two 'elite' were going to get it. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he staggered over to his door and keyed his way out. He turned to deliver his verdict, spewing forth vemon onto the two of the most annoying mechs on base. His voice rose to a yell, most decepticons appearing to see what the fuss what about. It wasn't until Thundercracker and Skywarp turned up that he realised exactly whom he had been yelling at. Starscream stood within the room, glowering. "Are you quite finished Ramjet? Because I'm so glad you've volunteered to help rearrange my science equiptment. Such a bother doing it by myself."

2. After their hurried retreat, Starscream and his trine raced across the skies, discussing what to do. Starscream was in no condition to even attempt to go up against Megatron, and his trinemates would not allow him to harm himself or his small spark inside. The autobots were their last resort, but they hadn't gotten quite that desperate yet. More 'discussions' were held, as they dropped lower and lower until they reached the mainland and landed. Starscream sunk to his knees, hands supporting him as he fell forward. The other two crouched by him, rubbing his back. The long flight and argument beforehand had taken a lot out of the commander, and he was ready for a long recharge and some high-grade. Skywarp briefly envied the autobots, and the way they could just get energon in exchange for protection... Skywarp suddenly stilled, a crazy, wild idea springing to mind. If the autobots could exchange protecting the squishy's for energon, why couldn't they?

3. It had been the beginning of a prank meant for Ravage that had started it. Rumble and Frenzy were, for once, only half-guilty. In the last raid, they had picked up several rolls of tin foil, then had wrapped the tin foil patiently around a marble until it was about the size of their torsos. They had thrown the ball at their sibling, who had promptly started chasing it, and had made a fool of himself in the rec-room. They had not realised that Starscream and his trine had arrived back early and had decided to get some energon. Entering, they had laughed at Ravage at first, but had then fallen mysteriously silent, casting quick, almost longing looks over at the ball. Skywarp has 'broken' after only a few breems, and leaping out, grabbed the ball and snatched it up. He had tilted it this way and that, giggling at the reflections of light. Ravage had not been pleased with the removal of his toy and had shown his displeasure extensively.

4. The seeker mech stared down at his little trine his mate had just sparked. The deep blue one watched on with bemusement as the purple one poked the tri-coloured one repeatedly. The tri-coloured one had done nothing but growl or be sad since his creation, and it was beginning to worry everyone. Megatron swept in imperiously, staring at his latest seekers. Slowly, the tri-coloured one raised his optics along with his trine mates. About to make a grandoise statement, Megatron was cut off when a lackey came running in and was not able to stop in time, throwing the tyrant to the ground. For the first time ever, the smallest seeker clapped his hands and laughed, pointing at Megatron mockingly. Megatron glared at the unconcerned sparkling. "Why do I get the impression you are to be the bane of my life?"

5. Three figure stood together in an empty room at the Nemesis. Well, insubstansial figures anyway. Even immortals didn't take on the entire decepticon army on earth alone and expect to win. Skywarp glared out the door and slumped. It just wasn't fair. Just because he photoshopped the pictues of the last battle so that it looked like Megatron was interfacing the entire battle instead of fighting didn't mean he had to kill him. Thundercracker and Starscream, after his 'death' had gone insane and attack Megatron. It had taken the elite to bring down Thundercracker, and everyone to bring down Starscream. Now though, they had to go possess people, just so they could put themselves back together. There was only a couple of things they knew for certain, and one of them was that Megatron was going to get it. Hard.

6. Don't do art. So here's a link to a picture of someone blackmailing Starscream by threatening to show everyone a picture of him in a wig and makeup instead thats canon. It was in the UK comics. (UK Transformers animated comics are awesome) http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/transformers/images/3/39/StarscreamProfessorArrivalIssue2.jpg

7. Megatron slowly smirked, enjoying the moment. Starscream was on the ground on his back, unable to lift himself. Even some decepticons looked shocked by when he shot his own second out of the sky when his back was turned. Usually this wasn't too unusual, but Starscream had done nothing that battle but obey Megatron. Megatron however had realised he finally had no more use for the seeker, and sought to remedy this by killing him. He raised his weapon with relish, aiming his cannon directly at Starscream's forehead. His smirk got bigger. "Any last words traitor?" Starscream tried to speak for a few moments, licking his lips and looking desperate. A thump sounded behind Megatron, and the sun's warmth on his back disappeared. Starscream's lips moved in a hideous approximation of a smile. "Hello daddy."

I'm sorry this took so long, Springer, Wreckers and Blaster are hard to write and I got taken on an unexpected holiday. Sorry once again.

undeadharlot's list:-

 

1. Blaster curled back trying to shut out the voices. He could hear them murmmering, some closer, some further away. He tried to pull away, only for them to get louder. His hands slammed over his audios, tips of his servo's digging into his helm. A heavy pounding started drawing closer and he whimpered, trying to draw away. It merely got louder and louder, crashing through Blasters head and playing havoc on his sensors. It stopped next to him and a whisper of something meant someone was holding their hands close to his head... a tap and the pain and voices went. "Just like me, you have a hyperactive sensor array Blaster." Blaster looked up at the red and white security director. "Unlike me, you cannot control it. I understand what you're going through, and I promise to do all in my power to help."

2. Soundwave glared at that sentance. Once, he had spoken and jived as Blaster had. However, through a complicated CPU connection, Soundwave had gained Blaster's gift/curse while Blaster had his cool. Blaster's telepathy maybe his now, but Blaster could use it better, as it slowly crippled the CPU and forced all of one's personality down. Blaster merely grinned at him and jogged off, humming a tune happily.

3. "We do not tell anyone." The entire science team stared at Perceptor. "Okay, let me put it this way. Who wants to explain to Prowl that I overheard some scientists speaking about 'the fabric of reality' and decided to see if there was one and ended up creating a rip over three miles wide in the very material fabric of reality? If I had known that all I had to do to tare it was quantim throise the negiative prime numbers between universe, times it by the probability of there actually being a fabric, devide it by the equalitical axis of theonumerology and then equal it to the quantiple equitaivilant of zero, stick my hand in over the magnetical auroua of this planet, twist the fabric around my hand and twist and pull, I would not have done it now would I?

4. Ratchet glared at the squirming mech who had just opened his mouth. "You're just proving my point. Now stop talking like a modem and sit down and shut up." Blaster nodded, lying back so that Ratchet could take a proper look at his head. Silence ruled for a few moments before Ratchet asked what was on his mind. "What in the pit does all that garbage you spout mean anyway? I mean, it's not like you... oh for Primus' sake, the internet as well? Blaster!"

5. Not a proper bunny, instead, heres an underlying truth to G1 - There are no plot holes, because the writers very cleverly (so no one would notice) neglected to actually give the thing a plot. The whole series is one long action scene with commerical breaks for characterisation.

6. The twins laughed as yet another victem of their prank ran off screaming. They had dressed up as the Fallen, one standing on the other's shoulder (they would eventually have to give back Hound's hologram projecttor) and were jumping out at innocent passerby's who screamed and ran away at the firey figure. Sunstreaker spotted Red Alert and Inferno walking towards them, heads bent close togther. Quickly, they had had much pratice after all, the two got back into position. Just as Red Alert and Inferno walked by, they jumped out disguised as the firey demon lord of the pit. So it was understandable they were the ones shocked when all that happend was that Infeno looked over and said, "Hi Boss."

7. "Trust me, the Wreakers haven't gone far. No, they're too cunning for that. They're biding their time, waiting for us to lessen security, watching our every move. I just... Breakdown?" The lamboghini was staring at him with horror, beginning to shake slightly. "Oh slag, I didn't mean they were watching you, only the really weird ones watch you... OH SLAG, SOMEONE CATCH HIM BEFORE MOTERMASTER FINDS OUT WE BROKE HIM! AGAIN!" There was an immediate movement in the direction of Breakdown, who was running away as fast as he could.

8. Jazz was about to give his report across to Prowl when it caught his attention. What it was doing in Prowl's office was a mystery to him, as Prowl disliked all 'dinky' things. Yet there it was, in it's brightly coloured blue, red, black and white glory. He reached out to poke it, only to have Prowl catch his hand halfway there. Prowl gave him a warning look, before guesturing for his report. Still staring facinated at the object, Jazz asked the one question on everyone's CPU who had seen the garish object. Prowl looked up at him, smiling softly. "I got it because it reminded me of you."

9. Megatron slipped over in the foul organic muck also known as mud, slipping and sliding his way up. He ran as fast as he could when his gravity boosters had been taken offline by clogging, and yet the things were still catching up. He didn't understand how things that seemed to be made out of fluff, goodwill, and love could move this quickly. Recursing the name of Wheeljack for the 4897th time in the last few breems, Megatron staggered on, the mad engineer's creations toddling quickly and detirminedly after him.

10. "So let me get this stright." There was a grunt beside the autobot that signified the decepticon was listening. "The autobots and decepticons have been fighting for millions of years." A faintly expasterated 'why are you wasting my time' grunt. "The autobots have Prime, while the decepticons have Megatron, both unbeatable fighters." Even more expaterated and annoyed grunt. "So why, when they are led by Springer who isn't as good as either and whom I know for a fact has been beaten by warriors on both sides, did the wreckers win the war?" Instead of a grunt, an actual answer came from the decepticon. "Teamwork. The wreakers are good at that slag."

11. Grapple curled up under his desk, hoping his designer and creator wouldn't think to look for him under here. He heard the stomping footsteps go past, and took a small breath of relief. Snatches of conversatition were heard, wondering if the designer had misdesigned Grapple on purpose to humilate his creator. His Designer retorted by mentioning it would take more than a fool to destroy something so perfect into something like Grapple. Shaking, the youngling took out his stylus and datapads and began on his designs. After all, if he couldn't be what they wanted, prehaps he could make them perfection instead. Now, all he had to do was make this design perfect for them....

12. After all was said and done, everyone was happy. Springer had a beautiful sparkling, one who seemed to find eternal fun in trying to gnaw his way out of his playpen. Roadbuster had a beautiful mate, who was also his superior. The crew of Xantium finally could come out of hiding. However, there was one small hitch no one had thought off. What Springer's best friends would do. The sight of Roadbuster sprinting down the hallway screaming his head off while being chased by a small pink femme weilding a large gun became common place, but no less funny.

13. Can't do it. Sorry, but it's too OOC for me to do. You get to pick a paragraph to continue instead.

14. The vok swore up, down and sideways the next time, the VERY NEXT time they wanted to study a species they would take the pacifist scientists. No matter how much more shiny the warriors were, they just weren't worth it. Oh, they had mountains of data now, and all of the warriors were asleep and completely unable to respond in anyway, but they weren't the problem. The problem was appernetly Xantium, their ship, was alive. And Xantium was protective. And Xantium was very very angry that the bots he considered his were on another ship. The vok swore again as their ship's own hull began to crumple under the constant fire. Who knew that a ship could get jealous?

15. The pack was lazing. It was a hot day, they had fed well that morning, there was no need to do anything, so they were lazing in the sun. Over to the side, Springer lay flat on his side, legs outstreched. Roadbuster took one look at the smaller Twin Twist crouching down to leap upon their unsuspecting leader and hid his head under his paws. Some things were best left unknown.

16. Optimus Prime's head connected with his desk as he groaned softly. Ironhide was standing in front of him, looking understandably peeved. The mystery that had confounded scientists for vorns on their planet had just been found on this little planet. Mainly because Prowl had arrived. It wasn't, Optimus thought as he slammed his head yet again into the desk, that Prowl had triggered anything, but the amount that he and Jazz had interfaced had been the trigger. The Allspark turned out to run of sexual energy, and was regrowing. Prowl had unfortuneately taken this to mean he had to regenerate the allspark all by himself. Well, not quite. Jazz was certinally learning all the good hiding spots fast.

17. I don't do art. So here is a truth :- http://kenyastarflight.deviantart.com/art/Motivational-Poster-96013921 (not mine)

18. (I'm sorry. I just didn't understand this one. I couldn't find a paragraph to suit it. So in apology you can request a continuation of any paragraph you like except those with Springer or Blaster because they're really hard to write.)

19. Well... Springer decided to look at his day so far. Everyone seemed to be ignoring him. Bad. No one noticed when he stole the last of the High-grade. Good. Rodimus was found kissing Ultra Magnus. Worse. Arcee was found kissing Moonracer. Better. Decepticons invaded. Worse, but not quite as worse as Roddy and Ultra. Starscream seemed detirmined to talk to him, despite the decepticon being dead. Rock bottom. Springer ground his denta as the high pitched screech of the air commander echoed through his head. Honestly, if someone died they should have the decency to stay that way. He turned around and walked unknowingly through a door.

20. (I'm sorry. I just didn't understand this one. I couldn't find a paragraph to suit it. So in apology you can request a continuation of any paragraph you like except those with Springer or Blaster because they're really hard to write.)

21. Way 4 of killing Megatron:- Megatron held his fusion cannon to Starscream's head, enjoying the way it made Starscream whimper. It began to charge, whine starting low and ending up in a high-pitched whine. In fact, he was only a couple of moments away from ending his treacherous second forever when a cold feeling shot through his spark. A growl was heard to his right. Turning his head very slowly, he saw a sight that would have made Omega Supreme run in fear. Starscream's 'fans.' (Well, they were more like obsessive stalking leeches who would 'like, omg, just die if they couldn't be near Screamer!')

22. "The autobots." Shockwave scrambled backwards - the situation wasn't supposed to go like this! Silverbolt, the only one who had mysteriously been missed out from the codes, was in front of him, shimmering in decepticon energon. "Optimus Prime." The aerialbot loomed, eyes sparking like the devourer himself, picking up Shockwave and slamming him into the wall so hard cracks appeared. Lightning crackled along his hands. "My Gestalt." Silverbolt held one hand covered in smoldering lightning, drawn from cybertron itself. "You have killed all that is precious to me. By Primus, Unicron and Primacron, you'll wish you hadn't!"

23. "The legends are true? Oh dear Primus this is a disaster! Lock down the wreckers and their mates! (also see if you can kidnap their decepticon mates... what do you mean one of them has bonded to Soundwave?!) Make sure Xantium knows of the situation, she'll go beserk if we don't! Start the scientists looking for answers and maybe a cure. WHY DIDN'T ANYONE MENTION THIS BEFORE? I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS RIGHT NOW!"

24. Can't do it. Sorry, but it's too OOC for me to do. You get to pick a paragraph to continue instead.

25. "Why is it always toasters Ratchet wants to turn us into?" Silence followed Sideswipe's aggreived exclamation. Prowl stood, and calmly walked over in the dead quiet to Sideswipe, whom he glared down at. Sideswipe sunk into his chair realising he had said the wrong thing. Prowl's hand rose up and crashed down on the back of Sideswipe's helm, knocking him forward. "I-di-ot. Do NOT give Ratchet ANY more ideas. We're still holding up from the last incident."

26. "So... how long are you going to stay in my garage for?" Raoul leant back against the wall, staring hard at the boombox, which was trying very hard to be inconspicous on the bench. Raoul raised an eyebrow at it, and when it was apparent no reply was coming, leant down and picked him up. However, he very quickly ended up gripping the leg of a transformer. Blaster stared down irratated, optics cracked. Raoul, long since used to the transformations, stared back peaceably. "It's not like I mind or anything man. It's just that, well... Track's is awfully possessive over 'his' space. And... um... why does he consider my garage 'his' space anyway?"

27. Sam tapped his fingers against the cockpit chair, staring down at the ground. The fear had passed realitivly quickly, and all that remained was the annoyance. It probably would have been betrayal as well, but Mil- Skywarp hadn't even ever realised there were other cybertronians around until Sam had decided to introduce him to Bumblebee. That had been interesting. Sam could still remember the gobsmaked look on Mi- Skywarp's face as Bumblebee had unfolded, and then the fear as a F-22 had plummeted, snatched him and left. He hadn't even seen M- Skywarp dissappear, but now he thought back, he could always remember hearing engines going whenever Skywarp was around.

28. Miles grinned unapologetically at the downed jet who was staring at him. Sam lay in an unconsious pile behind him, and he had only realised something was wrong when he heard his best friends screams. And now he, prince to an ailen world, was going to show this insolent cybertronian exactly what happened when you messed with someone who was under the protection of the royalty of Anter.

29. The wreckers were still laughing. Bluestreak glared back. He had only wanted to go and see Sandstorm, the triple-charger had saved his life after all, it wasn't as if he was breaking any rules, it just wasn't fair, even Ratchet had never gotten that angry and Ratchet had always gotten really angry, especially that time when Sunstreaker had tried to remove Sideswipe early, okay, well maybe Topspin hadn't been as angry as Ratchet had been then but he certinally wasn't happy. What kind of mech fired at another for merely visiting a friend anyway...

30.Shockwave was curled whimpering in a corner. Blaster, still visable on the moniter, was the epitome of relaxation though. He was also singing the same song he had been for 3.456 million stellar cycles now. Shockwave wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. What was worse was that he knew Blaster was good at singing, he even had sung at concerts. But now he was singing deliberately off. When he went for the high notes, Starscream would have wept in jealously. When he went for the low notes, Shockwave had to save his precious folders from falling due to the vibrations. It just... wasn't... fair!

Casora-Tigerkin's response

 

1. "Ah, Yes! You must be... ah, Sentinel yes? and you Ultra Magnus, yes? All good, all good, um slight, very slight problem, nothing to be worried about, your Jazz just had a small unfortunate run-in with Ratchet and has sort of, well, requested that you wait just a little while before seeing him. Of couse, you can always see your Prowl but he might just burst unexpectly into laughter again, so we're kinda down on that option..." Sentinel, for once unable to get a word in, stared at the very strange autobot in front of him. The grey datsun was twiddling his fingers, shifting his weight from foot to foot and looked like he was keeping the world's largest secret. Trying to process the sheer amount of information he had been given, Sentinel stared very hard at the datsun, who unbelieveably began to speak faster and with less coherancy. His CPU suddenly realised that the datsun had said something about Jazz having a 'run in' with that old medic. What in the world had gone wrong now?

2. Sentinel entered the med-bay, ignoring the idiots who were trying to stop him from behind, and stared at what must be the most gorgeous bot in existance. Her pure white armour shined softly under a coat of wax, and her blue visor glowed softly as she read her datapad. Her legs could only have come from Primus himself, so beautifully shaped and chiselled. In a dreamlike state, and somehow managing to miss the frantic whispering of horror that followed him, Sentinel approached the femme who had had nicknamed 'Angel' in his head. "Why hello there beautiful," he said, stopping by her bedside. Her attention snapped away from her bookfile, and Sentinel admired the beauty of her face. "You make my software turn to hardware!" An unnoticed incredulous silence rose from the doorway. "I was in here looking for that no-good, scruffy and down-right unstylish Jazz," (somewhere from the direction of the hall there was the sound of a lot of bots running away very fast,) "But I can see I found something so much better here."

4. Ultra Magnus stared down at what had been his most trusted field agent. The now sparkling clapped his hands together happily as he stared up at the commander. Only Optimus Prime's hand on his shoulder (and since when was a Prime the same hight as him? Heck, since when did Optimus Prime control the autobots?) kept him from running. He looked down and took a deep, fortifying intake before greeting the sparkling as calmly as he would a mech. Instantly Jazz leant down, scribbled something on a peice of paper and held it up. It read, (in very small letters and an unstable hand) 'Yo Magnus! Wazzup! Don't worry 'bout a thing, the Jazz-mech is on the case!" The plink-plink of noise could be heard as everyone stared at Jazz. Finally, Optimus Prime turned around to his crew. "Alright you lot, who taught the sparkling to spell. Don't be shy, I just want to know... SIDESWIPE! TO THE BRIG RIGHT NOW!"

5. "Right... so in both of our universes, Optimus Prime is as near to the autobot Jesus as it's possible to get." Nods accompanied Spike's words. "In this universe, Optimus Prime is young, makes mistakes, and sometimes gets into fuddles." Spike watched as everyone agreed again. "Our respective Ratchets were well-adjusted. This one seems to have PTSD. Your Bumblebee was a veteren scout, while ours was a veteren special ops member. This Bumblebee doesn't even seem to know what his job is yet. Prowl from my universe couldn't take illogical situations, whereas this one seems to cause them." Spike finally stopped, thinking things over. He looked over at his 'double', Sam idly staring at his own notes. "Is it just my imagination working overtime here, or does anyone else suspect that, well... we've come to a place where the ailens actually make sense and are normal?"

Hecate_19's response

 

It's not fair." At Sentinel's words, the she spider turned around and looked at the Prime who was slumped on one knee dejectedly on the ground behind her. Resentment poured of him as he slumped. "I may not have treated Optimus right, but he doesn't deserve something like this. Ultra Magnus is wrong, Megatron will kill us all the second he gets his claws on Optimus. It doesn't matter how much we need this alliance, we're going into this at a disadvantage because Megatron is only going through the motions so he can get Optimus, and it's just not fair! I saw him yesterday, he was so scared he couldn't look me in the eye. I don't want it to end like this." Sentinel finally rose to his feet and trudged towards the ocean.

"What in the pit are we supposed to do? Just.. let it happen? Just let Optimus be led of into a life of misery and slavery, forced to that... things depravities?" Sentinel turned to look at her. "I don't think I'll be able to let that go. I've let Optimus down too many times now, always only given him the barest measure of friendship and offered him things I didn't really think he'd want so I wouldn't have to give anything into friendship. Help me. Help me rescue Optimus tomorrow. Don't just stand at the side when the only guy who stood up for you when Ultra Magnus demanded your death is forced into an unwanted bonding. Please."

In the morning, the area just outside the Elite ship designated for the bonding ceremony began to fill with bots eager to see the bonding between the autobot Prime and the decepticon leader. Optimus, head bowed and subveriant, stood to the side. His crew stood further off, surrounded by guards in case they tried something. All of them looked devestated, and Optimus gave them a weak smile, trying to reassure them. Megatron, over the other side of the clearing, was smirking triumpantly and Blitzwing and Lugnut were finishing their duties.

The bell stuck. Optimus sighed, squared his shoulders, and resignedly walked towards Ultra Magnus. Megatron also approached, optics almost devouring the smaller. Ultra Magnus stepped up, and began the unwanted union. Optimus struggled not to give into his processor and cry out in dispair. He had not even been rited, something that should have bound a union before it was given, too impatient was Megatron. If only... but there was no point in dwelling on the past.

Cycles past. Optimus gave his responses in a clear, emotionless voice. With each nanoclick, his hope and that of his team faded. The final moment arrived. The moment of union where he would exchange his disks with Megatron, sealed beforehand in a kiss. It was only at a distance that he heard Ultra Magnus's command to 'kiss the bonded to be.' His waist was caught by Megatron, and he was dragged forward the remaining distance between them. Megatron looked victorious, and the final flicker of hope that he might get out of this died as the tyrant moved forward.

"WAIT! I OBJECT!" The shock he felt at hearing Sentinel's voice cracked through him, and his head whipped around. Running up, Sentinel pushed his way through and dragged Optimus back from Megatron's clutches. "This bot has been rited to another! He can't get bonded as long as that rite is in affect!" Megatron's fury began to charge his fusion cannon, which had not been removed. Megatron leant forward.

"And who might be this rited? You?" The tone, so scathing, carried a warning embedded in the words. However, the next words spoken caught all by surprise.

"As if you really had to ask Megatron." Black-Arachnia strode up the now parted mechs and took Optimus' arm fondly, hugging it. "We're going to make such good bonded, don't you think?"

Chaos lyrics' response

 

1. "Flux, it's not fair, that's mine!" Mirage paused in his reading and looked out the window. Far below, noble children his own age played and shrieked their games. A snort and he turned back to his datapad. Social interaction was not expected for someone like him, an imperfection. He had only once tried to repaint himself his creator and designer's colours, which had ended in disaster. The red didn't suit him, but apperntly suited Fracture, his elder sister, well. Mirage froze at the sound of someone walking towards him and activated his cloak. His designer entered the room, looking around. Golden optics narrowed as Mirage stopped all systems so that the sparkling's voices outside could be heard. Sweeping out of the room, his designer paused at the door. "I don't know if your in here Mirage, but if you are, then know that your creator needs you to attend Fracture again. It's not like you're good for anything else."

2. "Wings bad?" The small tri-coloured seeklet tilted his head as he stared in confusion at the noisy thing in front of him. The noisy thing leant in and tapped his wing, causing him to grab at it reflexively. Stroking it as if the tapping had hurt, Starscream struggled to understand what the mech ahead of him was saying. Something about how good little mechs had wheels, and how evil, bad little mechs who were too stupid to know any better had wings and dreamt of flying. Starscream whimpered; he wasn't a bad mech, he just wanted to fly. Apperntly flying though was a very evil thing to want to do, why would anyone want to fly when they could roll? Clicks later, the mech in front of him dissappeared and the familar white form of medic appeared. Starscream, not understanding what evil was but understanding that it was wrong looked up apprehensivly. "I bad?"

3. How could they? How could Megatron place a restrianing order saying he could approach no decepticon with wings, especially those seekers! Just because he pulled a couple of wings off and half-mutilated that purple one didn't mean it wasn't a good thing to be obsessed with flying. He growled as he remembered how Starscream of all Con's had come to the purple one's aid and dragged him off. Just because he was second in command didn't make him so great. A growl from Onslaught reminded him of his duty to look through the autobot files for torture evaluation and he began flipping through slowly. A name caused him to pause and take a closer look. Silverbolt, with his lovely huge wings, looked up from the page, lips in an almost-smile.

4. Orion stared at the floor of the waiting room, staring at the door of doom, as he had mentally dubbed it. In but a few clicks the attendants would come in and he would be forced to his execution, not that they called it that. It was considered a high honour, but Orion knew better. He just knew he was going to die, and that whispering wasn't making things any easier. Just so he knew what was being said, (not out of boredom... oh primus, he was really bored) he focused in on it. Oddly enough, it seemed to be coming from the ceiling... Orion stared in shock as a worksman shaft in the ceiling came loose and two figures fell. He stared at Dion and Ariel, who were both snapping at the other to get up. Ariel looked up in annoyance at him. "Well? Are you just going to sit there like a drone or are you going to help me... GET OFF MY CHEST DION!" Orion could only watch purplexed as Ariel thumped Dion and pulled herself up.

5. Sentinel Prime looked out. He wanted, no needed, a consort. He needed someone at his side to aid him, to help him and to love him. His gaze slid over the nobles, all chatting and laughing. His optics paused on a blue and white beauty leaving a building, aristrocratic bearing in every strut. His head turned to follow the mech, who was now chatting with some friends. A rich laugh floated across the square and he made his decision. Whoever this mech was, be he high or low towers, he would have him as his consort. Sentinel had never seen such a perfect mech in all his days, and doubted that his processor would let him forget him for long. He lifted a hand to summon a guard to his side. Time to introduce himself.

6. "I... I jusht wanted to shay how musch I wuv you my mech... I wuv you this much... it don't matter that even Megschy looks better than you... or... or... that I shink Shoundwave would be be'er in bed shan you... I wuv you soooo much..." it was at this point, regretably far far too late that the extremely inebriated Drag Strip passed out on Mixmaster. The chemist slowly turned, optics narrowed to slits, trembling in anger. With the flat of one hand, he shoved Drag Strip off him and onto the floor, where the mech began to snore. Breakdown and Dead End creapt closer, each caught a foot, and dragged their gestalt mate out of the explosion zone. Mixmaster gave them an excepically vicous glare, and then turned around to his own gestalt, whose looks went from highly amused to infurated. Vengance would be his.

7. "I'VE HAD A VERY BAD WEEK!" The constructicons dived for safety. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" Perceptor threw another peice of junk, which went very wide. Excellent matchmation, bad shot. "AND WHEELJACK'S! AND RATCHET'S! BUT MOST OF ALL IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT! GET OUT HERE AND TAKE IT LIKE MECHS!" Not surprisingly, the constructions chose the better part of valour and stayed hidden from the growling microscope. They'd sedate him later, but right now, no one wanted to get in his path. Scavenger whimpered as another peice of his collection crashed into the wall.

8. (ah. I don't do movie-verse. It irratated me. So just pick one of these I've done and I'll do another paragraph to continue it.)
 

Comments

[outerelf.livejournal.com]

OOOHHH! I like it! I'm going to copy it down, and save it with me. Thank thee so much for writing this! (My favorite one was the one where the Dinobots save the day. Second was the one with Thundercracker! Third would have to be the ones with Red though... Maybe I should try this sometime.)

[katsuko]

Oh man...!

You are so awesome. Each one of these was wonderfully done (including the canon art bit, mwahahaha! I still crack up when I see that image ♥) I can't help but think about how much trouble old Megs is in for in that last one...

Thank you so much for writing these!