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    When Fox said he wanted a holiday, he meant somewhere nice like Naboo, or Lothal, or hell, even Tatooine would do. He didn't mean a big hole in the ground with a giant fucking lizard.
     
    Oh well. He hoped Thorn could manage without him.
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    In which Smaug solves all the problems, and Fox makes a friend.
    Also, Thorn definitely is not managing.

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    30 May 2026

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    Prowl deals with the unforeseen complications of having joined with a larger gestalt mind.

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    25 May 2026

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    A story of incredible loss, and then what comes after.

    'Aren't you gonna lay down?' Bonecrusher signs. 'It's late."

    "Oh we can't," says Mixmaster from where he's tucked up under Long Haul's arm.

    'The frag not?' signs Bonecrusher. 'Don't tell me you ain't tired?'

    Mixmaster gestures slowly but dramatically at their laps. Across them, stretching from Long Haul's left thigh and over both of Mixmaster's, is a bright white and dark black shape that contrasts sharply with all of their paint.

    'Okay? So wake him up, or pick him up, or whatever?'

    "He's fast asleep," whispers Mixmaster, aghast. "We can't. What if he gets up and leaves?"

    'Let him leave?!' This is ridiculous.

    "You know, I think we're fine. More than fine, really."

    Bonecrusher swings around to squint at Scavenger. 'And what's your excuse?'

    Scavenger gestures at the itty bitty overlap of a single white foot on the edge of his thigh.

    Bonecrusher is in a sparkbond with absolute clowns.

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    22 May 2026

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    Ch 10

    26!!!!!! "...I'm not gone"
    Ch 60 posted on day of choir performance

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    Shockwave's experiments have left both factions amnesiac, partially organic, and enslaved. Their new Quintesson overlords are forcing them to operate some kind of mine.

    Jazz managed to escape early on, but is now marooned in the wilderness of an alien world, living off the land, with only a loose plan for tracking down a space port; Optimus has lost his memory; Prowl is battling down virus-ridden dysphoria.

    But the Autobots are not alone.

    And perhaps there is some kind of (in-)famous revolutionary lurking around who might have the right force of personality and sheer stubbornness to spark a slave revolt...

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    09 May 2026

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    Ch 10
    "Oh, I miss voices..."

    "I speak Hand," said Shark, and Betta slipped right off of him in surprise.

    24
    Prowl.

    The pointed teeth were an eerie new addition, and the exact paneling and weight distribution had been (ahem~) modified, but there were only so many Praxians left alive, and Knockout would have put his bottom shanix on the identity of this one. Eyes unlit and half open, features slack, Prowl's perpetually sneering and highly punchable visage was still plenty recognizable. It looked like Shockwave's fragging reformatting drugs had given another ironic middle finger to the utter bastard that had administered it. 'Oh you want him to be a harmless legless sea mammal, do you?' the reformat surely had mused, 'I dunno, I like that black and white color scheme, lemme see what I can do with that, lololololol!'
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    "You," he scowled as he scooped up the mech's chin and shined his light in both unlit optics to inspect his present neurological situation, "are so lucky you're pretty."
    26
    "Stop destabilizing! What in the nine pits is wrong with you?!"

    Pro̵̡̦͔͗̄̇͜͝w̸̛̖̓l squeaked into the berth. It was the most miserable sounding laugh he had ever heard produced, and it was his own. "D-do you want a list?" he whispered.
    27
    Jazz's low whistle crept up his wing sensors from a dozen mets behind him, as the door slid shut. "Weren't he supposed to be a pillar o' stone? Sparkless calculator? Ya know what, no, show a hands, who found the desk-toss almost-kinda-maybe-just-a-bit-sorta ho-?"
    30 SOUNDWAVE
    60
    A single red eye began turning to look over its shoulder, just as Shark managed to get the corner of his toothless mouth up over Shockwave's shoulder armor and bit down.

    Shockwave saw the bite.

    And then, for the next three minutes, Shockwave saw nothing but various blunt surfaces of the prison cell.
    63
    "He's a very good kid," mentioned Ratchet, as a test, because that was what an actual parent would want to hear. "Smart, handsome. Kind. I don't think anyone's ever met him who dislikes him."

    Yellow eyes rounded out at him. "My Ostaros?" Tarantulas said softly.

    And Ratchet decided to treat this as a case of mid-war split-faction custody rights gone horribly, horribly wrong.
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    "Words. OP, we're with ya. This is- salted frag, but this is somethin' else, I don't think anyone-" And then, without even turning to look, like an afterthought, like a mech might scratch their nose mid conversation, 'Jazz' deftly spun out a knife, raised it over his helm and-

    -and flung it full force directly at Prowl.
    86 - maybe my favourite chapter? At the very least like it a ton
    "No," Prowl said. "I am speaking to you as the herald of Optimus Prime, and if you do not allow he and his entourage to pass the Gate of the Thirteen and ascend into the Basilica, you are all going to die."

    Somewhere behind him, Meister squeaked. Good. Prowl had been carefully compositing this exact set of words over the course of millions of simulations over the past three days.
    89!! Jazz pov
    92 agreement
    93 more jazz pov, especially observing prowl. Very nice
    Jazz, right. Jazz was distracted, staring at figure at the head of the room. Prowl looked like a spider at the center of an intricate web: Prowl looked like a medical patient on their death bed hooked up to every monitor in the room. A master conductor: A prisoner in a cybernetic cage. A God and a Slave
    110 sapioromantic
    114!
    118
    Contain, Collate, Consider, Control.
    119
    Prowl screamed from the depths of his chassis as Overlord tore the lower jaw straight out from his helm, breaking and snapping every metal and tissue that resisted.
    122
    "Why- uh. Why do I hear boss music?" -- best line ever
    125
    Ratchet snorted. "Jazz was in your helm and you were in his. If either of you suspicioned the other had been hacked, first thing you'd have done on arrival was tattle on eachother."
    SCBP
    126 ohohoho
    127 He said, without breaking character once, "I must recommend, at minimum, abstaining from disrupting the natural flow of the space-time-continuum. You would upset Perceptor."

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    The war mech tilts his head, something beyond amusement glimmering beneath the cruelty in his stare. “I’m starting to get why Shockwave asked for you specifically.”



    Cybertron has fallen.

    Here, Bumblebee is forced from his team and into the grasp of the infamous Decepticon, Shockwave. As he struggles to understand the reasons behind his own capture and watches as the Decepticons fray at their own control; Bumblebee slowly uncovers the string of obsession lining his captor's every action.

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    29 Apr 2026