Spark Atribulations chpt1 by LyricaBelachium, literature
Literature
Spark Atribulations chpt1
Chapter one- Escape Artists
Date: ERROR
From: 'P'
To: C
Been too busy and haven't had access to a decent terminal as of late. I'll be going silent again for a little while after this. Thought I might as well drop off these pics though. Don't be surprised if they aren't exactly the best in the world, I haven't exactly been in a good mood as of late. Friend's been accused of being a traitor and was recently forced to hightail it. What tick's me off is that he's been nothing but loyal to the cause. It's his fragging superior. He never liked him to begin with, claiming that he only attained his position by being a kiss-aft. If that were true,
Jazz had later that day been called back to base, only leaving when Sunstreaker and Sideswipe came to replace his post for the night, it had to be done sometimes, otherwise neither he nor Prowl would ever recharge and refuel.
It was usually done at night however to avoid scaring the girl.
Once he arrived at base he headed straight for his quarters, only stopping by the rec room to grab a few cubes of energon and greet the occasional mech with the night shift before continuing his way.
Oh how sweet it was, the sight of his berth, his mate already laying on his side, doorwings relaxed and still.
He made to be quiet, setting down his hidden
Jazz followed the very ordinary and dull family car along the streets, watching as the young human he had been guarding for three weeks sulked in the back seat.
Prowl was away on base, having to catch up with work, so Jazz was on his own to protect the young one.
Not that he minded except for the particular fact that the girl still wouldn't come out of home often.
Sure the movie outing had been good, but he had hoped they could have established more of a comfortable company, enough to call her out more often.
So it was a complete surprise when he heard her scream that morning at her parents, and come downstairs to their car an hour
It didn't occur to Jazz and Prowl just how little Jessica would come out of the house, they knew it was very few times, but this was ridiculous.
Within three entire weeks the girl had stayed at home, locked away in her room, barely every speaking unless she had to go for food in the kitchen or missed something from the bathroom.
"Girl's a hermit!" Jazz said, bored beyond reason.
"Quite "
"She's as bad as ya are!" The saboteur continued protesting.
"Is there anything particularly wrong with that?"
"Do ah need ta answer that mech?"
"Apparently there is" Prowl said in mild amusement, distracted reading some files he had brought with
Both Jazz and Prowl watched the girl with curiosity as she downed two entire McDonalds menus, the shock seeming to have worn her out and made her increasingly hungry. Either that or it was her form of depression to stuff herself.
"Ya gonna get fat if ya keep eating like that." Jazz tried to say, breaking the tense silence that had been between them, he had used the time however to discuss with prowl how to next proceed of course, while she couldn't listen.
"I'm not going to get fat, I never get fat." The girl said pointedly. "And besides, I think after this morning I deserve this." She said taking another bite of the hamburger she was hold
Jessie glared out the window until she was sure the suspicious cop car was out of sight, once again he had eluded her. He had been following her around for months, as far as she knew, because at least she only noticed him then.
It was a strange thing, usually patrol cars were well, on patrol, not parked all the time where ever you found yourself at, especially when you went out of town on camping trips and the like.
She was beginning to consider going to the police station and enquiring them about it.
But not he was gone, as usual, she might as well get herself ready, her bag was neatly packed already.
Quickly tying her hair in a lon
It was a cloudy and solemnly gray day, the heat of the summer was still there but the cold wind would often remind him of the incoming threat of rain.
The streets were calm, as they usually were every morning in that district; it was after all a good neighborhood, peaceful, rarely ever reporting a serious disturbance, other than the occasional stray dog picking a fight with an owner's dog, or children playing where they shouldn't, namely their neighbor's yards.
Prowl shifted on his tires, wishing he could just transform and stretch for a few minutes, but for that he would have to back away a long way so no one would see him, and he was dete
I think I first saw him way back in 2007.
It was after dinner time and me and my mother had come from the movies to have our supper. I was so tired of ogling at the screen all the time and ignoring my mother's snoring during the movie that I immediately flopped into my bed, not caring to change my clothes and fell asleep.
As usual, I dreamt of many things, but one of the most unusual was of my self waking up in my room, awakened by a strong light. I thought at first it was a street car light but then I had a double take as I saw the intensity of the said light, and it was either far too close or far too strong. I sat up with a startled litt
Character introductions part1 by LyricaBelachium, literature
Literature
Character introductions part1
ASHBRINGER
A though little femme with a thirst for speed.
Few know that she is in fact younger sister to Cybertron's fastest: Autobot Blurr!
Though she seems to have cut communications with him lately.
She can easily get in over her head and run into the fray of battle without even thinking, relying solely on her instincts and trust for her team mates.
The bad thing? Apparently she has a twin sister in Decepticon ranks.
AshBringer has spent many cycles searching for her and trying to get her back on our side, I don't quite understand it myself but apparently her twin hasn't been acting like herself. Which leads me to wonder if the Cons