Wheeljack Prime - A FanFictionSoon after Wheeljack died in G1, Perceptor found out he was carrying his now offline sparkmate's sparkling. Though he missed his mate greatly, he looked forward to the sparkling he was going to have. Perceptor planned to name the little one after his father.A short time before Little Jackie was born, a sudden guest came from a different universe. His name was Drift, and the last thing he remembered was being in a fight with Decepticons. Perceptor, who was always curious about interdimensional travel, concluded that there was a billion in one chance that a blast in battle, instead of killing a bot, could send them to another universe.Befor
Without You: Part 3 of ????~Help me if you canIt'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 f
Crash and Bawwwww 3 of 3"Home, FINALLY," Ratchet said as he transformed into robot mode in the base's garage. It had been raining the whole drive back. He made sure to dry off before entering the 'home' area of the factory. Bumblebee and Bulkhead sat watching TV They paid no mind to the old medic. Ratchet huffed and went to his room.He was surprised not to see Wreck-Gar there. He was pretty certain his young sparkbond would be spending every waking moment there, probably watching medical vids to pass the time. He left his room door open knowing as soon as Wreck-Gar sensed he was home he would be busting through it. He put a small box of the items he needed for the
Crash and Bawwwww 2 of 3After driving in circles the junk bot finally found the place the directions were sending him. Wow, was Ratchet going to be glad to see him! He could tell the doc bot about all the detective work he had to find him. Ratchet would be so proud of him! Wreck-Gar smiled at the human at the gate of the junkyard and wave."Hello! I'm just here to meet a friend!" smiled Wreck-Gar as he stepped into the junkyard. The human looked very confused but decided not to complain to a giant robot. The Junkion then realized he had no idea where Ratchet was in the place. He knew his spark could sometimes sense Ratchet's spark when he really wanted it to. He tr
DA Mad Libs Thingy...My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after cats because you'll only end up with a grape in your Butt." I never quite understood his advice until one Easter, I was gardening with my best friend Heather. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was Ugly and spooky sounds came from deep within. Heather saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!
Mission 2 D-Con Club Pt 1 of 2Quickstrike dreaded going to Earth for the next mission. He tried to put it off as long as he could, but orders were orders. He pulled up a globe of Earth on the computer screen facing him. He seemed focused on the U.S. state of Michigan for a moment, before turning the virtual globe as far away as possible from that place, "Japan? Tiny island. That sounds good enough."The organic bot did have a few friends he made while with the Decepticons. He had two of them agree to help him on this mission. He really could do destruction on his own yet he wanted a team with him. He had become used to having someone else fighting on his side before h
Decepti-Nation Quickstrike BioDesignation: QuickstrikeAppearance: A tech organic bot. He had a body that can be mistaken as a femme. His armor is forest green and black while his organic flesh is lime green. He has two sets of purple optics. His legs and arms are slender and longer than average for a body mold his size. Despite this delicate look to him he does not break easily. His feet have the 'heeled' look associated more with femmes.Alt Mode: a tropical spider with wings.Universe: Transformers AnimatedPrimary Class Function: Cyber NinjaSecondary Class Function: None at this time~Subroutine Function: H
D-Con Mission 1: QuickstrikeQuickstrike came into the Guardian headquarters, crawling his way into the main room. He remembered getting quite a few drinks from a bot named... Blast something or other. Luckily, he felt he was holding his over energoned state very well. A very small con looked up at him as Quickstrike passed by. He had heard human stories of seeing pink elephants when drunk, but he was pretty sure the tiny femme was real.He had never been in this condition before and he promised to Primus silently that he never would again.Though his audios had a slight buzzing, everything else around him flowed smoothly. He saw Shockwave nearby and saluted, "Sir. Repo
Powercard: QuickstrikeName: QuickstrikeGender: MechAlt Mode(s):- Spider with Wasp wingsPrimary Function: GuardianSecondary Function: Cyber Ninja (In training) and SpyWeapon(s): Venom stingers and power drain stingers. Strength(s): He can fly with his organic wings in bot and alt mode. He is trained in ninja bot physical modes. He does know some basic weapons but still does not have an official weapon for himself. He prefers hand to hand combat and use of his venom and stingers. He does not have to rely on weapons.Quickstrike is a fast learner when he has motivation to do so. He has a softspot for sparklings, but at the same time doesn't really know
A Glitch in Time: Chapter OneThe leader bot lifted his head after his name was called a second time. He had been down in this quarters taking a badly needed power down. His right eye came online, followed by his left that would only partly come online, but the bot had become used to that."One of our scouts saw a portal open. They saw the seeker and Swindle. The theories are true!" the bot heard Wheeljack's excited voice over his built in com. The woken bot's tiredness went away at the news. He swiftly got out of his berth and started heading to the bridge of his ship. He kept his com conversation open with Wheeljack."Are Optimus and the others with them? Did they com
Motherboard InstinctBlack Arachnia's lip curled in disgust as the little beast started to cry again. She swore she had not had a good nights stasis in six months. Ever since that thing was out of her body it needed constant care. She had suspected as much before it had been born. The spider bot had researched Earth spiders, wasps, and humans. When she saw humans needed the most care she knew her bad luck. She knew this thing would end up following that slow development path.But still, she had hoped it would age faster than a human. Spiders and wasps were full grown in a matter of cycles. Cybertronians on the other hand unusually started there life a
Blurr LivesIn that moment Blurr realized two things. He made the mistake of running in the underground tunnels of Cybertron. Since Longarm was the traitor, he could just trace the blue bot’s signal. The walls were closing in on him. He could feel the back of his head cone crush inward. It caused his horn to pop off from the front of his cranial armor. Blurr’s fast processors other realization would save his spark. Why couldn’t he just go up?At his usually blinding speed he climbed up with rapid scrambling arms. In a moment his wheels went from getting no traction to not being felt at all. One of his optics went out, but there was no mor
Flight's Story: 1 of 10Part One: Fearsome FutureThere 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 p
Ratchet's ReasonThere was a short stellar cycle between when bots were picking a faction and when the actual war was declared. I was neutral during that time. Back then being neutral didn't have all the negative qualities attached to it. A neutral then wasn't a shady backstabber that played both sides. Back then being a neutral meant that you hoped the two sides would come back together. Being a neutral meant you did not want to abandoned friends on either side. You wished to Primus every lunar cycle that things would not escalate. You watched helplessly as it did just that.I was the only med bot in my side of town that was neutral. B
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