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SDGF - Pirate Isles - 2Footsteps brought him around and his shoulders settled when he saw Captain walking toward him. "Sir," the soldier gundam said, standing at attention.
"As you were, Captain," Haro replied. "I'm glad the doctor was able to repair you so quickly. Report."
Nodding, Captain squared himself and projected an image far enough ahead of him that Haro and Juli could both see it clearly. It was a strange looking mech, not much taller than a Zako, though much slimmer. It was a uniform black from head to foot and did not seem to have any features on its face, just a black oval on a vaguely humanesque head. Its armor was plain, with no decoration whatsoever, and from the video capture it moved with an almost serpentine grace. One of the things Haro noticed was the hands; they were flexible and gripped any available surface with ease. The image widened, giving views of the front, side and back and detailing the rob
Transformers - Wanted - 2What Jazz had said was so far out of Ratchet's realm of thought that his processor refused to accept it, returning an error and causing the medic to give Jazz an entirely blank look. Jazz actually had the gall to smile slightly, to Ratchet's increasing annoyance, continuing to pull him along the windowless hallway they were currently traveling through.
After about five minutes of silence Ratchet managed to break out of his shock and planted both feet, causing Jazz to be jerked back when his once-willing passenger was no longer moving. The smaller mech gave him a look of flat disapproval, but didn't say anything, just staring at his friend.
"You expect me to believe that?" Ratchet demanded, only just remembering to keep his voice down. "Jazz! I'm a medic, for Primus' sake, not a soldier or, need I remind you, a processor-cracked agent! I don't make people angry--" He caught the slight smirk on his companion's face and rew
SDGF - Pirate Isles - 1The room was beautiful, with high, domed ceilings and large windows. Each window was set with square panes, framed by strips of a highly polished silver metal. The curtains on each of the floor-to-ceiling windows, four of which were set into the North wall and two each into the South, East and West walls, were made of a cream fabric which was light and airy enough to be blown in the gentle breeze. The man who owned the room, and the palatial home it was surrounded by, was a strange one. He was not tall, about five and a half feet, and had pale skin. He wore a navy blue coat which had wide, golden cuffs and was edged in more gold. His pants were white and were tucked into black knee-high boots. His hands were as pale as his skin and his hair was always covered by a gray wig of perfect white curls.
The man's eyes were dark and were the only thing about him that betrayed his true nature. Multifaceted a
Transformers - WantedBeing a medic was something that he had once enjoyed greatly. He was built for it, after all, mentored in it and had once been in charge of his own clinic. Now, though he held a prestigious rank in the Autobot forces, only an almost-daily infusion of high grade made it possible to tolerate being a medic. A conscript for the war was not something he had ever imagined himself being but when Sentinel Prime said jump, the rest of Iacon had no choice but to ask how high.
It was better, now, than it had been. Ratchet had a couple of friends in the engineering and science core that he didn't have to worry much about, others among the soldiers that passed across his repair table far too often than was good for his sanity and one friend that might even become something more. It almost made up for the fact that he had been drafted against his will and the fact that there was a war on.
At the moment he was staring at one of his more perplexin
SDGF - PI - Deleted SceneThe trip took a couple of days, during which everyone caught up with what had been going on over the last year. Shute contributed some stories of Bakunatsumaru and Genkimaru's attempts at learning honest governing, though even he had to admit that by the end of the two Musha's time in NeoTopia that they both seemed to have a better grasp on what was expected of a good leader. Wing, called Peregrine by Falcon, told some amusing stories of the former Smoke Jumpers attempting to assimilate into Lacroian society. In the end, even Claw was steadied by the responsibilities of Knighthood and both her and Fang took their new post seriously.
One day after they left port, a dark shadow fell across the deck where Shute was relaxing with his arms behind his head. His green eyes opened and he saw something he, despite everything Falcon and the former Smoke Jumpers had told him about the Pirate Isles, never expected. It was a sailing ship, flyin
SDGF History of Pirate Isles +(Loose) History of the Pirate Isles:
The Pirate Isles once bordered Lacroa and Ark in their southern ocean (Lacroa and Ark share a boarder, Ark is to the East of Lacroa. Both countries have oceans to the north and south.) but eight years before the Dark Axis invasion of Lacroa there was a cataclysmic event, during which the Isles disappeared. It was presumed that they were destroyed by either one of the earthquakes or tidal waves which happened during the storm. Because the Queen had been visiting the leader of the Pirate Isles, Albatross Freeborn, just before the storm the country of Lacroa was plunged into a one-year mourning during which little to no magic was used by any citizen. Because of this, when the mourning ended, the fact that spells were less effective and took more effort were contributed to the time of mourning. Citizens and gundams alike simply grew used to the lack of magic around.
The Isles themselves were also devastated by the storm, bu
The Debt, End version twoAuthor's note: This is the second version of how this story ends. It takes place after the battle of 2005 and is slashy. No complaining!
There was something so raw about the mech now that others hesitated to approach him. It was like the raggedy edge of his spark, the bleeding gouge where Prowl had once been, was painted on his armor instead of concealed behind his chestplate.
Smokescreen knew what the mech had lost. It was similar and yet so much worse than what everyone, including Mirage, had in their backstory. Jazz had lost, literally, everything. Half his spark. His family. His home. His very reason for existing.
It was that edge that the psych officer knew he had to bring the black and white back from. Even if it meant that Jazz would hate him for the rest of his life. As Jazz had once said to him, better that a mech hate someone for taking away a choice tha
The Debt, End version OneAuthor's notes: This is a version of how this story ends. This takes place in the Secret universe, in which the attack of 2005 never happened.
The black and white mech turned, a ready smile on his face. It turned very slightly to a more genuine one when he saw who was hurrying to meet with him. "Now there's a mech I'm always glad t'see. How's it runnin', Smokes?"
The Datsun shook his head slightly with a smile for the Porsche, falling into step beside him. His optics automatically adjusted to compensate for the difference in light between the inside of the City to Earth's bright solitary star. "Always?" He asked, "I can remember quite a few times when you not only gave me uncharitable looks but were distinctly unhappy with my presence."
"Always tryin' t'psychoanalyze me," Jazz chuckled, guiding their path toward the large lake on the other side of the valley. "When you gonna l
The Debt 13Then a huge grin that was, as far as Optimus could tell, genuine, shone forth.
"Primus!" Jazz whistled, laughing. "Who dripped the acid in your audio, Ratchet're Smokes?"
A tolerant look was all Optimus allowed himself. "Jazz." He made sure his tone was only mildly rebuking, so as not to trip the sometimes skittish young mech's warning sensors. He wanted honest responses from him, not more verbal sparring. "We both know you left Smokescreen's quarters before Ratchet could scan you. He can't write or send a report on a mech who isn't there."
"Sure he could," Jazz scoffed, raising his arms in a stretch. "But it's good you know he wouldn't 'cause he's so brutally honest. T'answer your question, no. I know better. Run a mech t'struts, that stuff. 'Specially when it's combined with other chem. You like 'im, then?"
It was always something of a mental exercise to keep up wi
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