Transformers: Doing Science by SingingFlames, literature
Literature
Transformers: Doing Science
Title: Transformers: Science Universe: G1 Pairings: None Ratings: G Warnings: None Word Count: ~650 Author’s Note: I haven’t written these guys in, well, an embarrassingly long time. I still love my trine (even if one member is only mentioned in this fic). If anyone is still interested in this and the All for One series, I do have some plans for them; a Soundwave fic which I’ll probably throw in the flash fictions, even though I doubt it’ll be that short, and a full-length All for One, with a character I’ve been wanting to write forever. I hope you enjoy this! Their mission was going as well as to be expected with five highly trained, battle-hardened and bored Decepticons. That is to say, the effort being exerted could best be described as ‘minimal’. It started well enough. Astrotrain carried Rumble and Frenzy to their destination, with Thundercracker and Skywarp flying escort. They infiltrated the human power plant and began their covert surveillance, setting up a makeshift
The Decepticon looked like, and was ready for, the scrapheap. It hadn’t gone down without a fight, though. Arcee gazed warily at their surroundings. Nearly a square mile of jungle had been trampled around them. Trees lay splintered in every direction. The ambient noises of wildlife had ceased. Even the sounds of the ocean current had temporarily been halted by the Decepticon’s ice weapon. Despite the small numbers of Cybertronians on this planet, Earth was very fragile, and she felt a pulse of fear in her spark that they might inflict the same desolation that they had onto their own world.
After all, if a single Decepticon could
Continuity: IDW Transformers
Pairings: None
Rating: PG - There is nothing overly bad, but IDW is a fairly gory continuity and because of that I'm not going to mark it G.
‘Do you realize where you’re standing, Maximus?’
The question skated unbidden through the frozen warden’s brain module —as it so often had since he had first yelled those accursed words at the Decepticons at Delphi— just as Red Alert began to flail his arms wildly in an attempt to capture Max’s attention.
“Maximus, can you hear me? You’re standing in my way! I have to get back to doing my rounds!” the security dir
Transformers: Beautiful Creation by SingingFlames, literature
Literature
Transformers: Beautiful Creation
Title: Transformers: Beautiful Creation
Universe: G1
Pairings: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author's Note: This is for the Flash Fan Fiction Friday theme “create.” This is not my normal humor story. I'm feeling cruddy right now, and this is what I come up with. Maybe I shouldn't write while sick. Word Count: 439
Starscream leaned back, a tight grin across his face. Three computer screens displayed rows and rows of formulas while a fourth scrolled through equations at a rapid pace. A holographic display diagrammed a three dimensional model of a complex molecule. The digital representation spun, allowing him to view it from a
In retrospect, Whirl was glad he hadn’t managed to kill himself. If Cyclonus wasn’t such a huge purple prick, and if Whirl didn’t have his pride, he would have thanked ol’ bunny-ears. Because this situation, now, made it all worth it. Not as exciting as offlining Killmaster in his sleep, but a heck of a lot more fun.
What had started out as a routine planetfall for the crew of the Lost Light to check on an old Autobot outpost for survivors, and if not survivors, then supplies, had turned into a pretty dramatic day as they had discovered the entire outpost wiped out. There had been the usual consternation and questions
Transformers: Light up the Night by SingingFlames, literature
Literature
Transformers: Light up the Night
Title: Transformers: Light up the Night
Universe: G1
Pairings: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author's Note: This is for the Flash Fan Fiction theme “explosions” (a late tribute to July 4th). Word count 291.
The explosions lit up the dark sky, the staccato booms racing shortly after. One bled right into another, and then another, an endless cacophony. The strobe effect illuminated three mechanoid shapes on a nearby bluff. The Autobots, battle-worn from a war that had destroyed their own home, watched the display warily, but did not interfere. One, with “POLICE” emblazoned across his door wings, continually glanced betw
Cybertron, the Great War. The High Council Tower of Iacon
The massive, silver auditorium was packed, row upon row of Autobot filling every metallic bench. In the front row sat Autobot High Command: Prowl, Meister, Perceptor, Blurr, and Kup. The stage was decorated with statues of each Prime, the lineage of Cybertronian leaders flanking either side of the Primal Chamber, where the selection process was completed. The center of the floor was a massive mural of the Matrix of Leadership, the crystal replaced by a large circular hatch, thin ribbons of white light leaking upwards through the cracks. The chamber looked exactly as it had for thousan
More Than Varnish Deep by Whozawhatcha, literature
Literature
More Than Varnish Deep
Laying the squalling femme on his operating table, Knockout ground his dentures as he whipped out his EMP gun. Setting it on a low level so he wouldn't hurt the tiny seeker, he applied a small burst and conveniently knocked her out.
He couldn't help but release a VERY relived sigh at the merciful silence.
The girl had a pair of lungs on her; that was for sure. As he inspected her injuries, his brow pinched. Those crumpled wings were what had been bothering her so much. Primus, if he couldn't get those fixed, she would be grounded for life. The back of her helm was dented, and he was thankful it hadn't gone too deep or else it would have