I Need A Transformers Game Where All You Do Is Explore Cybertron, Run An Energon Cafe, Make Friends,

I need a Transformers game where all you do is explore Cybertron, run an energon cafe, make friends, and maybe race.

Listening to Christmas music, watching Christmas things, thinking about my story!  Am I writing?

No, I’m making little scenes for it in Canva.

Guess what story is coming!  Happy Christmas Prowl!

Chapter 2 had been updated!  Chapter 3 is on its way!

A Year of Moments Elita/Optimus Drabbles - Febuary

Long Distance

Her cabin was dark.  She had a view of star-speckled space through the only porthole from her berth.  Had it always been so vast?  So dark? Maybe it had been too long since she’d been in a spaceship, since she’d been able to leave Cybertron.

She rolled away and tucked her servos under her helm firmly.

She was not going to give in.  She wasn’t. No.

She flipped over and hit the ‘replay’ symbol on the small, outdated terminal screen.

“I am sending this message out to all the Autobots scattered among the stars.  We are here.  We are waiting.”

Mermaid AU

Elita-1 had the illustrious duty of looking intimidating while representing the Iacon Imperial Army in front of the robofish people.

Instead she was staring at the robofish leader’s broad shoulders and the iridescent flickers of his blue tail beneath the waves.  He was beaming at them, as the rest of his spear-bearing party grimaced.

His Imperial Highness of Iacon had the finest weapons at his pedes.

The Prime was continually being bumped and nudged by mersparklings – lumpy rainbow hued blobs with limb buds.  They twined happily through his digits as he gestured.

She caught his gaze and his optics widened.

Valentine’s Day

Optimus made it a point to give out the traditional cards, even though his co-workers at the Archive lacked all romantic sensibilities.  Most were quadruple his age, all a bit patronizing.  He didn’t mind.  He made up a few extra and attached a goodie all the same.  It was festive.

“I want all your datapads on murder.  Now.” The femme at the reference desk did not look festive.

“Preventing or perpetrating?” he asked.  She laughed roughly.

“She’s stood me up again.” The femme blinked rapidly.  “Today, of all days.”

Optimus pushed on of the extra cards across the table.  

“Here.”

“If I kiss you, will you shut up?”

“I deeply apologize, My Lord.”  Her spinal strut was so straight he could have used it to calibrate a laser.  “As your knight, it’s my duty to put everything aside when it comes to your safety,” she continued, optics unfocused, as if she was reading from her HUD.

Ridiculous.  As if he hadn’t been a very – very – active participant.

“It will never –“

“If I kiss you, will you stop talking nonsense?” he asked, dropping to his knee to look her in the optic.

“I – what?”  Her optics widened.  His knight was so beautiful.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Fear gas

He shook in her arms, optics widening, vocalizer spitting static at monsters she couldn’t see or fight.

It had to wear off. It had to.  She kept her own terror close to her spark so he couldn’t feel it, even as hers was flooded with pain.  She looked at ship’s map.  Nearly back to Cybertron.

“Megatronus…”  Optimus lifted a servo and let it fall.

She buried her helm in his shoulder.  She knew she hadn’t been the first bot in his spark.  She just hoped that whatever eventually separated them, wouldn’t give Optimus nightmares like he had.  She’d die first.

Different

“I’ll be different,” Ariel said slowly, lowering her acceptance letter, “Not coming into work everyday.”  Not seeing you everyday.

“At first, but we’ll all get used to it.  It’ll be okay.”  Orion Pax grinned at her as he checked the rigging on one of the crates.  “Besides, once you’re a big shot in the military, you can buy us more drinks!”

“Aren’t you still trying for a place at the Archives?”

His shoulders slumped, but he kept the grin fixed.  “Maybe next vorn.”

“Orion –“

“Look!  Jets!” He pointed to the entrance.  “Hey, you guys!  Are you here to help?”

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