TFARCHIVE FORUMS

To all concerned, I apologize. Computer is shot to hell and am constantly trying to make arrangements. I will do my damndest to post when able.

I had no intention of delaying the game for three weeks. Now, as Reflector said, let's please stop the grumbling and get back to roleplaying.

“Director.” The calm vocoder seemed to clamp onto the other unit’s audial receptors like a vice. “Go away.” Cerebros shifted, uncertain. The reserved brains of Fortress Maximus had taken a risk in coming here, he knew- because the present unit’s nerves (literally) were…rather on…edge. “Director, I’m...

Astrotrain stirred- I don’t precisely recall leaving my office. Funny how that is! The strategy session had been brutal, and hadn’t quite yet sapped the Admiral-Administrator’s lethargy. In all honesty, the past defeats and numbing sense of failure had been palpable. “Come along Star Blade, I would ...

"Fate has spoken. I have been defeated. And I must abide by the rules of the game."

--The Grandmaster, perhaps my favorite comic book villain, after losing Earth in an coin toss to Daredevil.

Quick Switch's frame lay limply on the examining room table, hooked up to a myriad of wiring. Inside his central processor: **** The oiled but unbowed six sections all stared at each other, some more wrathfully then others, some simply wearily resigned. None had gained the upper hand, of course. All...

Astrotrain mused over both statements. "The plan might have merit, my Lord, it all depends on Prime's willingness to dispatch forces- if in defense of humans, the likelihood is certainly more than probable." He smiled slightly. "Shockwave can give you better figures, but Optimus Prime...

Quick Switch twitched some in the bed of Optimus Prime's trailer, but all other activity from the over-exerted Six Changer was minimal as his mind continued to settle old scores with itself. **** "Keep doing what you're doing!" Scamper said cheerfully. "All this general diagnostic wor...

"Primacron, you are delaying me," the Imperial Magistrate said finally. Red Alert looked pensive, standing behind him. "And miss what? A gladiatorial contest which you care nothing for in the first place?" Primacron shot back. "You only use it as a chance to watch your toys ...

Quick Switch let himself be carried inside by Optimus Prime and Roadbuster, small tears of coolant running from his optics from the strain. And inside his central processor, his fragmented mind made war upon itself. ***** Six fascimiles of the Six Changer stood upon an Autobot symbol. Flanking it, a...

"Not that I can recall," Astrotrain replied to Hatemunger. Astrotrain considered. "We have three independent commands at the moment- localized in Trypticon, Scorponok and Metrotitan. Even though divided, our strike capabilities are formidable, my Lord. Even after so much down time. Wh...

Trypticon looked blearily at Hellbat, not particularly impressed.

"Fix tweeth so Twypticon can cwush Metwopwex!"

At first, Quick Switch didn't believe what his audial receptors told him he had, indeed, processed. " ...I was once another man, for lack of a better term...I was once a youth by the name of- " "Orion...Orion Pax?" the large Six Changer said, choking out the words as he came to r...

"Noted," Astrotrain replied to Spinister. "I appreciate your input on this matter." Just as the Triple Changer was about to address Star Blade, Galvatron's announcement came over the comm. "Hold that thought," Astrotrain said, smiling tightly at the femme master-killer....

Quick roved, checking on the exterior progress of the cities. Things seemed to be going well enough, he supposed. He sighted Optimus speaking with Roadbuster, and clanked over, still a ways away from the discussion. **** "As always, your assistance is appreciated," Professor Stall said to ...

"Of course," he echoed shortly. "Whieth, for now this Center will be shut down until a thorough audit can properly be conducted without Quenrsh. You will until such time oversee the Center. You will oversee all units and keep them properly quarantined and occupied. If present orders a...

"Do so," the Triple Changer replied smoothly. He indicated a hand so Spinister could sit if he so chose.

"Of course you have nothing further to say, you dimwitted drone," the Inquisitor replied, look of disgust on his severe face. "Innocent," he said, pronouncing the the Imperial Magistrate's stentence. Fluidly, each set of the being's six tentacles went to work penetrating an orifi...

"Certainly- send him in," Astrotrain replied, sifting through a stack of reports.

"Indeed!" The Inquisitor snapped. "Do not condescend to condescend to me!" His tentacles whipcracked into a console, destroying it. "You are as clumsy as you are stupid, Quenrsh, and allowing your overseers to use such thuggish methods so...poorly is inexplicable. Why was th...

The Inquisitor entered the Production Center, sight unseen as the Guardians left it. The Quintesson second in command feared nothing, certainly no construct. He had been nearly killed numerous times over the past few millennia, for he was the most visible lieutenant of the Imperial Magistrate. The h...