"Hmm." Scrapper carefully cut the handle off of the mug and placed it in Motormaster's truck-cab, visor-band lit up in concentration. On the other side of the table, Hook worked busily on the grey truck's chest. Neither of them had turned more attention to Motormaster's cranium than stripping it of all the damaged parts and putting up a shield to ( Read more... )

//GALVATRON!All the Constructicons look up in response to the sudden outraged yell on the all-forces' band. They have finally delivered the energon to their own supply depot and made their way to the base Motormaster claimed several months ago. For reasons known only to themselves, they are sitting a few miles out of immediate sensor range, playing ( Read more... )

Scavenger here, while the others work on the new job. The city of San Francisco did some weird legal gyrations and hired us to finally fix the Golden Gate Bridge. Seems it's been broken since some terrorist who looks like Sir Ian McKellan did some weird stuff to it. Looks like it got ripped off its pilings and swivelled over to Alcatraz ( Read more... )