Alpha PrimeHell's Alliance CHAPTER 12 Alpha PrimeAlpha Prime
I rolled through many quiet streets in my own city. Metroplex lay in sleep mode, most workers lay up in their homes and quarters for the next couple of hours. The depressing dark comforted me. But the assuagement offered no promises of victory. A gnawing sense of dread washed over me. I want to race far, far away. I wished I could set things on rewind, with do-overs so I could correct all the missteps and mistakes. Everything around me felt ugly and dirty, as though I walked in a morgue. My home wasn't as homey as Metroplex used to be. Metroplex was no longer my city. I am
Reverse ConspiracyHell's Alliance CHAPTER 11 REVERSE CONSPIRACYReverse Conspiracy
The familiarity of ruins in Aipys greeted us by a sinister, creepy silence. The city staggered with desolation. Not that I've ever been to this particular place on Cybertron but the sight sharply reminded me of other times and far away places following disastrous battles. The dead city smoldered with residual violence. The living lay butchered where they worked and lived. Gaping holes yawned where great buildings once stood.
Returning home to Metroplex after defeating Unicron left me with profound sadness. Not because Autobot City sustained such terrible damag
Electing HellHell's Alliance Chapter 10 Electing HellElecting Hell
Optimus lagged behind Akhal, burdened with concern for Rodimus. Roddi was right; they were both exhausted. Optimus had not rested in three days; Rodimus in a week.
Akhal paused and found her charge several yards away. She caught back with him and attempted a visual assessment. "I am sorry, Optimus Prime," she said kindly. "Do I make you uncomfortable?"
Optimus shook his head. "I'm merely distracted. I am impressed and amazed by what you've accomplished. No one realizes or knows how far the Decepticons have come over the decades." Optimus paused as he r
TrapeziusHell's Alliance CHAPTER 9 TRAPEZIUSTrapezius
We stood in Central Command's second story lobby, banged up, exhausted and in big trouble. Me, Op and Mags fidgeted and rubbed our owies like school boys in the principal's office. Uncle Trion paced before us and tried to keep his professional cool.
Trion paused and stabbed us with his optics, hot with indignation and so-called righteous anger. I grinned every time he turned his back to me. Kup's boys surrounded us and Trion had to maintain his dignity and politically-correct posture which meant he could not lose his temper in front of them.
I wonder
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G1: Done right the first time around.
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Happiness
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?
--
G1: Done right the first time around.
--
Happiness
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?
--
G1: Done right the first time around.
--
Happiness
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?
--
G1: Done right the first time around.
--
Happiness
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?
--
G1: Done right the first time around.
--
G1: Done right the first time around.
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