Transformers - One-way Ticket To Freedom II
The crew was gathered in the bridge of their ship, Springer briefing them about the recent events.
"So what do we do with that Decepticon now that he's onboard?" Whirl asked.
The triple-changer straightened himself and cycled a deep breath. "Although he is a Decepticon, he's still a Cybertronian just like us. I'd say we give him a chance."
"WHAT?" the rest of the crew shouted, optics wide open staring at their leader.
"Have you lost your mind?!" Ironfist shrieked, throwing his arms up.
"How can you even say that? We're Wreckers! We kill 'cons!" Guzzle added his opinion.
"I say we either dump that Decepticon out the disposal unit to the closest black hole or be merciful and shoot him right away", Twin Twist snarled, his trigger finger feeling itchy.
Kup slammed his hands down on the table, immediately earning everyone's attention. "Enough! You sound like 'cons! We're Autobots and we don't kill our prisoners. We're better than those savage brutes. I'm with Springer." With that, the old-t
Transformers - One-way Ticket To Freedom I
"You need me", Deadlock spat, leaning closer to the towering mech despite he was held back by two other mechs.
"Like I need a disease", Turmoil growled, making himself clear of being... displeased, to say the least with his SIC's behavior. "You're becoming increasingly reckless, desperate", he added, charging his cannon and aiming for Deadlock's head.
"I'm trying to win this war!" the smaller mech insisted, kicking the cannon to misfire the mech to his right, fighting himself free from the other's grip.
Running towards the escape pod bay, he ignored Turmoil's commands of 'Stop him!' to his troops, only one goal swirling in his mind; Get out of here. Now.
He was hit to his hip, though it didn't slow him down - it only boosted his will to escape.
Finally arriving to the escape pod bay, Deadlock engaged one escape pod, his fingers dancing over the console as he tinkered with the protocols. Wincing at the hits to his shoulder, he dove in the pod, sparks flying from his injured
Transformers - A Sleepover
It was an early morning when Turmoil woke up to not having warmth against his belly. Activating his visor, he peered around the berth; there's no one beside him. He cycled a sigh. So the other mech had sneaked out. Great.
That was until he noticed a leg resting on the edge of the berth... or rather a foot.
Propping himself on his elbow, the dark gray mech reached his gaze over the edge to find Deadlock sleeping on the floor, limps spread save for the one leg that was still on the berth.
The commander smiled behind his mask and reached for the foot, flicking one finger against the sole. The smaller mech grunted in his sleep and pulled his leg down, the leg making a clank as it hit the floor.
About a klik later, Deadlock's head appeared into the larger mech's sight, his red optics dim, almost black as he climbed back on the berth and flopped on his front.
"Was it comfortable to sleep on the floor?" Turmoil asked, his deep voice rumbling softly.
The dark mech didn't bother to answer but t
Transformers - Et Lilium Inter Spinas
Scowling at the crowd gathered to the upper level, Drift retreated further into the shadows. Those with riches and wealth... to the Pit with the lot of 'em.
You could say Drift was bitter and bore malice to those responsible for his current situation. Luckily, Gasket had found him in time before he'd done something he would’ve regretted later. Now it was him, Gasket and six others; eight mouths to feed altogether.
"Someday, we'll be able to walk up there", was the gentle voice behind him.
The dark mech startled, his optics flaring. "What have I told you about sneaking up on me? If I had a gun, you'd be dead by now."
Gasket held his hands up, palms out. "I know, I know. I'm sorry."
"So. Why are you here?" the brass mech asked, coming next to Drift.
"Same as you."
"I appreciate your offer of help but you don't have to do this. And to be honest, you don't blend in so well", the larger mech said, placing one of hands on Drift's spaulder, only to be shrugged off.
"Neither do you. Two