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
Friends in High PlacesStars reflected off the windows of the tiny spacecraft drifting high over the deserts of Peru. Not for the first time, the little green disc pondered how lonely it was in the vacuum of space. There was nothing up here to keep it company but the hopelessly dull earth satellites, which were never rich on conversation.Friends in High Places by Decadent-Depraved
Cosmos gave a little sigh, which was lost to the endless recesses of his namesake, and began to unfold his round little body into its only marginally less rotund robot shape. He took a moment to reflect bitterly on the silence of his surroundings. Space ate sound. Ate it whole, and left no scraps. Cosmos missed hearing the sound of his transformation cog. It had always had a calming effect on him. That was the part that his autobot brothers had simply failed to grasp entirely: the horrible silence. When he had complained to the others of the torturous quiet of his isolation, Bumblebee had, in a misguided gesture of charity, purchased a portable music player for him. Cosmos
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