Flight's Story: 1 of 10
Part One: Fearsome Future
There was a white duck standing in the doorway. The light behind him from the other room made it look like he was glowing. The green leather trench coat he wore swayed in a breeze lightly, though there was no wind in the room. He stood in front of the Fearsome Five with no fear. He knew what they were capable of, and it wasn't near what he was able to do. He then smiled to himself as Negaduck finally spoke.
"Who are you, How did you find my secret headquarters, and give me one reason I don't KILL you now." asked Negaduck as he walked up to the intruder. The yellow suited duck already had a sizable bazooka pointed at the stranger.
"My name is Flight, I'm from the future where everyone knows where the infamous Negaduck's hideout was, and I know how to get you all the..." As Flight said the next two words dramatic music played in the background. "*Ultimate Power*" The Fearsome, except Negaduck, looked around to where that music came from. Flight
A Glitch in Time: Chapter 6
Optimus noticed backup flying above him as his team rushed back to the shuttle. Ratchet was giving 'cover fire' by pushing the attacking bots into each other with his magnets. From above small Autobot stealth ships fired on the Elite bots.
"Looks like Cheetor blabbed to Goldbug," Ratchet stated. His tone was neither annoyed nor happy to see the help.
"Thank Primus," replied Optimus now glad there secret meeting with Ultra Jazzimus was found out. He then turned to face the fighting. Optimus made his axe handle extend longer before going into the fight. Prowl was right behind him throwing his ninja stars at the Elite soldiers closest to him. His attacks were precise. The blades landed right in the middle of the two bot's chests. They wouldn't damage their sparks, but effectively knock them unconscious.
Optimus fought the next soldiers to come their way. Prowl took the moment to look up and see what Jazzimus was doing. The Ultra bot was ordering some soldiers towards the
Without You: Part 3 of ????~Help me if you can
It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired~
Quickstrike's processors compared it to the bubble wrap Vishal had first shown him two summers ago. However, He was not popping Vishal's yellow plates back in with the same force used then. Instead the insect bot gently rubbed each plate one at a time, til the tan skin under it became pliable and allowed it to sink back in.
If Strike had not been worried about Vishal's health he would of curiously watched how it worked. The armor literally liquidated through porous shirt the boy was wearing, and returned to his skin. He held Vishal still, not dare moving him from the fire escape. Quickstrike wanted to make sure the boy's breathing was regular before moving him again. Vishal's breathing had become stronger as Strike started to massage in the chest plating.
"Vish? Notch? Can you hear me?" Quickstrike tried to arouse words from his friend. He had no clue where their base was, or if he could leave the boy at a human ho