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TFP: Beast Hunters: Project Mind Control part 1This is just a bit of fan-faction based of Transformers Prime - Beast Hunters. I witten this story all by myself, I had no help writing this. I'm not the best writer in the world nor am I the best proof-reader so there might be some mistakes in the writing.TFP: Beast Hunters: Project Mind Control part 1 by ~Playstation-Jedi
This is my first ever fan-fiction so just read and tell me what you think
Transformers Prime: Beast Hunters – Project Mind control
The Nemesis was orbing above Earth’s atmosphere as Megatron was heading down to the laboratory to check up on Shockwave and his progression on developing cyber-matter.
“Shockwave, I assume the cyber-matter project is going smoothly” said Megatron
“Indeed my master, but the only problem is that I am unable to complete the formula for the synthetic energon we need”
“This may take longer than I anticipated” said Shockwave
“You must double your efforts! We need that cyber-matter if we are going to reconstruct
the Omega Lock!” said Megatron impatient
Soundwave's vacationAutobots would hardly believe it and call it decepticon propaganda, but all decepticons were entitled to vacation. It was one of the rules Megatron made in the very beginning of building his army, and it did marvels on recruits. The tyranny seemed so much more appealing when you knew there would be fair rations, work and vacation for everyone.Soundwave's vacation by =Darst-Llah
And war or no war, those three were provided. It may have started out as a political statement, but Megatron discovered that more personal time on top of needed refill-and-recharge off shifts made his mechs invest more in their respective lines of work.
The vehicons were on a constant roster rotation, so that the same number of them was always on leave, making planning that much easier.
Officers could choose their off time.
Knockout preferred splitting his free cycles so he could hit as many racing events as possible and each trip down to the surface made him good-natured and speed-sated for a decacycle on. Twice that if he managed to hit the mov
War and Wings: Chapter 15--Prelude to Orsis Part 1War and Wings: Chapter 15--Prelude to Orsis Part 1 by *praxcrown5
Moving quickly, not wanting to make Prowl and Optimus wait any longer, Ratchet and Io left the daunting visage of the Grand Oratory behind them, crossing the Promenade and slipping between a series of closely nested buildings toward a combination of roadway and pedestrian ramp, one of the more direct routes between the Grand Oratory and the Hall of Records.
Their trodfalls echoed as they attempted to make time, the tinny taps of Io's heel-turbines submerged into the boom-flaps of Ratchet's metal-and-rubber support struts, legs stretched out in front of them, their pace a little short of a sprint.
Ratchet considered Io out of the corner of his optic. She wasn't looking up at him, though the old medic was quick to notice that her lips were set into an exuberant smile.
He allowed his own features the freedom to replicate the expression.
As far as he was concerned, life couldn't get any better than this. Having Io name him as her partner, running beside her down the streets of
War and Wings: Chapter 15--Prelude to Orsis Part 2War and Wings: Chapter 15--Prelude to Orsis Part 2 by *praxcrown5
Continued from Part One
Ratchet looked up and was grateful to see Optimus Prime looking down at the colorful bundle with an inquisitive smile.
Optimus was not the biggest 'Bot on Cybertron, but he easily rivaled Megatron in height, standing head and shoulders above Ratchet. This meant that Io was just shy of his waist. But, while Megatron exuded guile and cold calculation, inspiring fear, Optimus radiated honesty and wisdom, putting the small flyer at ease though he towered above her. Ratchet could feel her calm in his spark, and he too felt the comforting reassurance of the large 'Bot's presence. Even the general design of his frame was calming. Unlike Megatron, whose body was built for labor turned war machine, the slenderness of his design reminded everyone that he had been created for peace--functionally a data clerk--whose modifications were merely the result of the necessities of war.
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