Ratchet was tearing down the shoulder, sirens blaring and lights blazing, as the first glimmers of light appeared on the horizon. The outline of the tall city buildings was becoming increasingly clearer. And closer. Oh, this isn’t going to be good, he thought. Light brought out the humans. And humans brought more trouble, he grumbled to himself.

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Ratchet muttered to himself under the rumble of his engine as he pulled onto the freeway. These humans are so peculiar. WHY, by Primus, can’t they just build a direct path from one point to the other? He was glad that the roads were mostly clear of traffic. His growing annoyance and sense of urgency were wearing down his patience. Ironhide is ( Read more... )

Space was a lonely place when there had been no messages for ages from any one, enemy or ally. Prowl perked up slightly when he heard Optimus' message they were safe, his leader and by extension his squad for if Optimus still stood those who fought at his side did as well. He would no doubt put his own spark on the line before allowing any one ( Read more... )

The night sky was clear and the deepest shade of blue. The night's cresent moon glowed in lonely beauty, taking the attention from the stars, which twinkled brightly against the velvet tapestry that hung above the town of Tranquility. The more romantic people in town would say that it was the perfect night for champagne and soft-spoken words ( Read more... )