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 “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!” 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

SENATOR AXALON? 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

WARNING! CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE TRANSFORMERS "MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE" COMICS BY JAMES ROBERTS! Rating: G Universe: More Than Meets The Eye comics Characters: Megatron Pairings: None 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

Rating: G Pairings: None Universe: Headcanon/IDW Length: Short “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 inf

 Stars 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. 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 soun