Transformer-FullArk

“Checkmate.”    Jen looked at the board. Her king was surrounded. She only had a king and a knight piece left. Prowl pretty much had all of his pieces, with the exception of two pawns and a bishop. If she moved her king to the right, his bishop would get, left, a knight, diagonal, a pawn, down, his queen. If she just stayed there, then his rook would get it. Her knight was rendered useless, so she just knocked the king down with the flick of her finger. They have only started five minutes ago. “You are improving.” Prowl observed. “This time it only took me ten moves to get your king.”    Jen slumped on the d

“I’m telling you! It’s bow-wow!” “No, it’s wow-wow. I should know.” “In that case, you should know its bow-wow.” “Wow-wow.” “Bow-wow!” “Wow-wow!”    Jen slammed her hand on the table. “Looks like we’re left with no choice. We have to ask the expert.”    Sideswipe assisted her on his shoulder. “Alright, but I’m telling you, he’s going to say wow-wow.” “Yeah. Dream on Sides.” She rolled her eyes. “Jazz!” The saboteur looked towards the door as Jen and Sideswipe busted into Prowl’s office. “Jenif

Astoria Carlton-Ritz was bored. What ever happened to the days of lavish parties, and just being plain careless? Three years of a war she barely knew thrown that down the drain.     Her father, being the genius that he is, knew there was going to be displaced people. Together, he and Astoria found a little town for those people to live as much normal lives as possible. It was far away from the big cities, and the natural landscape of distant mountains and nearby forest provided good protection.     Astoria looked down from her balcony. She thought the place was a total drag at first, but this town was active with stores, parks, and whatno

        As soon as Ratchet was done with him, Cliffjumper quickly and quietly left the med-bay to his room. He needed to compose himself. The mechs he passed kept to themselves knowing it was best to leave the red warrior when he was in a mood like this. He added more force than necessary to his code panel before the door slid open and treaded in with the door almost clipping his heel as it closed. Cliffjumper slowly gazed the wall adorn with his personal artillery. Optics getting lighter with rage the minbot's hand roughly tore a gun from its stand before throwing it across his room until it hit the ba