Silvercalovere

Conversation died down as Ultra Magnus stoically paced through the door and surveyed the room, optics skimming over each small group of mechs to rest upon a solitary figure perusing a datapad, exhaustion almost etched into his calm face. The tri-coloured mech silently observed the smaller Autobot before exiting the room. It was no surprise to the other occupants when the solitary mech followed soon after, and there was more than one sympathetic look shot in his direction; the general assumption standing that, when one fragged off the mech in charge, one was in for verbal explosions. What none of them were privy to, however, was the radio conv

I'm glad to hear that you're safe. I have to admit, receiving word from you after so long... you wouldn't be surprised to find it was quite a shock. At first I was afraid that it was someone's poor idea of a joke. I was almost ready to start severing neck cables from heads until I was forcefully informed that it wasn't a trick. You were... truly alive. With that out of the way... You fragging alley-stinker. Do you have any idea how hard it was to find out that, to all extents and purposes, you were dead? To have some sparkling glitch you've never met come up to you and tell you that, oh by the way, the Ark has crashed and the lives of ever

~ Leadership cannot be exercised by the weak. It demands strength - the strength of this great nation when its people are united in purpose, united in a common fundamental faith, united in their readiness to work for human freedom and peace; this spiritual and economic strength, in turn, must be reinforced in a still armed world by the physical strength necessary for the defense of ourselves and our friends. -- General Dwight D. Eisenhower ~ ----------------------------------------- Little red-headed Emily was five when her father went away. She tried to understand, really she did. "But why Mama? Why is Pa gone 'way? When will he come home

It had been quiet for the most part. The Decepticons had retreated earlier than usual to lick their wounds. Those in the medbay were recharging peacefully, the night patrol had left hours ago, Red Alert had eventually conceded his traditional after-battle place before Teletraan's monitors to Blaster, and Jazz had eventually convinced his mate to stop hovering over his gunner counterpart. With First Aid doing duty in the medbay, and the twin terrors knocked out for the night, Ratchet tried to kick-start his elusive relaxation pattern into first gear. However it just wouldn’t come to him, and he knew why; someone was watching him. They ha

Athena, patron deity of our ancestors Goddess that grants blessings upon our wondrous city; Lady of giving, great and loving Hear our pleas, help us in this time of trouble. Our palisades have been breached They decay and cascade round us; Our city glows with unearthly light And fervour of the fires. Your people bend to illness's power Death seeks them out yearningly; Their cadavers rest where they were stricken As maggots feast upon once-live flesh. Your children endure without nurture Aimless and without guidance or counsel; We have dishonoured you, Lady Pray, aid your people in bedevilment! Expunge the enemies raging our bu

We have only been reactivated on the planet designated qp3BAL for a short time, but I have yet to see a race so diverse in cultures and beliefs as humans. I must admit, they have had a galvanising affect on my crew, though it has not been all "sunshine and lollipops", as Sparkplug has described it on several occasions. I could spend many cycles listing each and every single change brought about by our impingement with the humans, however there is one alteration that has both surprised and worried me above all others. Perhaps the simplest way of describing this alteration is by saying that the human concept of love is unique. Unfortunately fo