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((THERE BE SPOILERS IN THIS FIC. S P O I L E R S So if you don't want to be spoiled, don't read until after you've seen the movie. :B That said, continue if you dare!)) It was called rain.  Life-giving.  In their short lifetimes, none of them had ever seen it.  3 and 4 were giddily playing in it, 3 holding her hands up to catch drops on her palms as 4 skittered around his sister, jumping into puddles and splashing his counterpart.  As for 9 and 7, then were sitting quietly a sheet of metal that must've fallen from a roof, propped up against a few cement blocks and an old tire.  9 wa

((Read the artist's comments before you comment/favorite, please!)) It was an annoying sensation.  He was well aware his small craft should not have stopped moving, and yet, here he was.  Stuck in an area of uncharted space with no way to hail for help.  And worse, even if he could pick up a comm, he knew there were precious few frequencies he could try without ending up on an unfriendly one.  He dared not ask what else could go wrong.  That never ended well. As it stood, Swindle's fears were well founded.  Not long after he had come to a screeching halt in some Allspark-forsaken

Section 1.1 - The Spark Perhaps the most important thing that will be discussed in this essay is the very life essence of every transformer.  It is a globe of plasma-based energy, blue and pulsating, that resides within a chamber in the chest area of every Cybertronian.  Each spark carries an individual resonating signature that makes it unique to the mech or femme it gives life to, and it plays an essential role in many things: determining one's personality, finding a potential mate, and the propagation of the species outside of the Well of All Sparks. Introduced by Beast Wars canon and used in almost every American interpretation that f

 The clatter of body armor and weaponry was almost unheard over the deafening roar of the engine of the Autobot the soldiers rode upon.  Ironhide didn't mind being used for transport, after all.  He was the largest, most open-bodied of the bots that were not kept for more severe situations – Optimus, during these sorts of missions, was usually resigned to a transport aircraft high above whatever city they were heading to. Nearest to the cab rode Major Will Lennox, his hand always resting in the same spot against the big black truck's frame.  For the both of them, it was a sign of the friendship they shared... one most humans would neve

 "/Ladies, leave your man at home.  The club is full'a ballers with their pockets full-grown.  And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends, 'cause it's eleven-thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'.../" Nights like these, Brian loved coming to the club.  Good music from a live singer... one who had good pitch and a good sense of the music.  On top of that, she was cute as a button, those hips moving and her whole frame shifting in time.  And better, he knew her... although he didn't know if she would recognize him.  She was a sufferer of Leber Congenital Amarosis... had been since birth.  His young human friend couldn't see, but it