Transformers Drabbles: Kibble“It was these stupid jet intakes' fault! Who the hell thought it was a good idea to put big towers on either side of my head? I've got zero peripheral vision!”Transformers Drabbles: Kibble by Decadent-Depraved
It had been a hard battle. The autobots had shown up right in the middle of a key energy gathering mission, and the decepticons had been forced to detonate the power plant they'd been raiding as cover for a strategic retreat. Now, battered, bent, and dented, they sat around a table on board the Nemesis, drinking low grade energon.
“At least you don't have anything on you that rotates freely in robot mode,” Vortex said, pointing a thumb at the rotor assembly on his back and giving Thundercracker a meaningful glare. “This thing makes it a huge pain in the aft to get through enclosed spaces, let me tell you.”
“Try living with a cannon barrel sticking out of your back,” Blitzwing groused, “I've got to duck under every doorway.”
“I'll drink to that,” Brawl said,
Transformers Drabbles: MortilusSENATOR AXALON?Transformers Drabbles: Mortilus by Decadent-Depraved
The Cybertronian diplomat looked around for the source of the voice. A moment ago, he'd been surrounded by the confusion of battle, explosions, laser fire, and war cries drowning out even his own thoughts. Now everything seemed oddly serene. And only a second ago that maniac, Orion Pax, had stood over him brandishing a... Where was he?
He looked up and spotted a tall, thin mech standing over him. As was his custom, he immediately began trying to ascertain its function. It was gray, the color of spark necrosis, except for some angular black armor around its head and shoulders in the shape of a cowl. Its limbs were thin and frail looking, all wires and hydraulics exposed. Its face was completely blank and skeletal, without even a mouth-plate to give it texture. At last, he spotted some spiked, angular kibble protruding from its back, and he felt he was on more solid ground. It appeared to be... drills? Blades?
“You appear,” Axalon said at last, “to be so
The CannonWARNING! CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE TRANSFORMERS "MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE" COMICS BY JAMES ROBERTS!The Cannon by Decadent-Depraved
Universe: More Than Meets The Eye comics
Megatron groaned as his systems rebooted. Six months, and it still wasn't getting any better. Every single day was like the morning after a bad overcharge. The kind where you wake up and realize that you got overclocked on circuit speeders, shot a few people, stole a class IV warbringer exoskeleton, and now things are going to be really awkward for the next few days.
With a visible effort, he wrenched himself free of the circuit slab and sat upright. Then he slumped forward. He hadn't properly recharged in centuries. Not on a slab. Not while laying down. Not with all higher brain functions suspended. He'd gotten too paranoid towards the end.
He had the nagging feeling that his balance was off. Very off. Ah, yes. Of course. Six months, and he still forgot. Steeling himself for the imminent sense of loss,
Transformers: Chimeras and BlundersRating: GTransformers: Chimeras and Blunders by Decadent-Depraved
“It's the wave of the future!” Lionair exclaimed.
The red and gold engineer converted to his lion mode and rushed after Prowl as the angry policebot stalked down the corridors of the Kimia research facility.
“Just think about it,” Lionaire continued desperately, coming up alongside his supervisor. “Everyone wants the Big Three: combining, triple-changing, and beast modes. The Chimeracron initiative combines all three into one perfect package!”
Prowl continued to ignore him, not looking up from his datapad, which was full of essential information for his upcoming meeting with Optimus Prime. He was really getting sick of this job. The constant pestering for a grant from every half-bright engineer who thought he'd discovered the Onyx Equation, or the Nexus Principle, or Adaptus' Boon was more than even a titan's patience could stand. But while the robots claiming to have unraveled one of the
Iakov Drobievski's interview (ENG/FR)Iakov Drobievski's interview (ENG/FR) by K-Zlovetch
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Quarante-six ans, toutes ses dents et toujours un sourire de grand enfant. Comment ne pas trouver cet homme excentrique terriblement sympathique ? Après plus de quatre ans de farces quotidiennes et bientôt deux de carrière stable dans les aventures de l'Œtherium, Iakov Howard Emmett Drobievski a daigné nous ouvrir les portes de son univers et témoigner de sa formidable expérience entre deux expériences pour raconter son époustouflant succès sur la toile !
Journaliste : Tout d'abord Mr Drobievski, bonjour !
Iakov Drobievski : Bonjour. mais mettons tout de suite les choses au clair, je ne dirai rien de plus si vous continuez à m'appeler "Mr Drobievski". J'aime mieux "Docteur", rien de bien formel, hein, mais ça m'amuse. [rires]
Journaliste : Hem... Je vois, on m'avait dit que vous n'aviez pas la langue dans votre poche et...
Iakov Drobievski :
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