TFA Lockdown

The Death's Heads purrs to life then slowly rises up from her plot of land near Haven; destination, Copter Island.  Yeah, a starship is overkill for traveling just down the road, but the hunter didn't want to impose on the copter for another lift up top...plus he'll take any excuse to stretch his ol' girl's legs for a spell (and show ( Read more... )

IDW Sideswipe

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SG Galvatron

*is flying over the forrest in a rather solem mood. Despite the party, the multiple catastrophes of the last time had taken their toll on him*

( I remember... )

Bayverse Ravage

Only real catastrophe here is mingling with Autobots. Everywhere you look there’s an Autobot and can’t do anything about it. No more fighting, no more war. Now that is truly a shame. Was looking forward to exacting revenge on that yellow one. But ( Read more... )

[Blast Off transforms in midair, and lands cautiously on the ground. Little dust clouds rise up and cover his feet with a thin layer of dirt, which makes him growl quietly.

Why does it have to be an organic place? There are enough places without any organic filth, but that would be too easy and nice.

He looks up to the sun. The rays are more ( Read more... )

*...Another video blog post presented publicly by accident. This one shows a room in the slopey purple building when Warp has taken to recharging... and generally ignoring the 'world' from, over the last few days.*

Uhm.

Skywarp's log.... whatever cycle it is today.

Not much to say today, but... "catastrophe..." yeah, it's that. I guess this's what ( Read more... )

TFA Perceptor

-He has been very busy indeed. After the earthquake rattled the lab, he had assisted in the cleanup, and had gone back to work filling datapads and organizing them in a logical manner in the Research Materials room. He's taking a break now and pondering some of the prompts that have popped up again ( Read more... )

Lennox was in an oddly pensive mood, finding that he needed to order his own musings, something - something had been clawing at the back of his mind. That earthquake; he’d only been dimly aware of it, engrossed in his own busted ribs and trying to keep the pain in check. Since then, his usual morning runs had become jogs, but he still made his ( Read more... )

Cata...um...catastrophe. TC says it's something bad. I don't like bad things ( Read more... )

 
( copter gets all ranty. )