Decepticon-Nation

Warning: This is a fic with lots of destruction and death. If you don't like fics like this, don't read it. See the comment's box. Beginnings It was dark. The sensor arrays on her body sensed heat dancing around her. Heat? Strange… the pattern seemed to match flames, fire. But how? Was there a fire in the clinic? There was no need for a blow-torch to be on, not near her anyways. She tried to move, to online her optics, but nothing happened. Hmm… she must still be in secondary stasis or in offline mode, waiting for the systems sweep to finish. But when did she even start a systems sweep? Oh well, maybe her parental units decided t

"It's nice to finally make some progress around here...and all it took was the commanders getting out of the way" The black and white flier mused to no one in particular, he was the only one in his room but that never meant he was alone. He could feel that little pest edging around the back of his mind. He tried to distract himself, looking over the prisoners information again. "KnuckleDuster, Front-liner, mid range to close combat...not a bad form...heavily armored, intimidating..and it'll let me blend into the autobots like you do when you slink off with those neutrals in the dust..." The feeling in his head, the whelp, whined in response

“Dangerous” had perhaps been the understatement of the century to have the misfortune of meeting Mismay’s audio receptors. Upon arriving at the ruins the sparklings had disappeared in, the zealot was confronted with a sight that she would happily summarize to her superiors in only two words should they ask. It didn’t take an architect to realize the entire place was only one thing: Structurally Unsound. That was, of course, why these sort of places were called ruins though, she supposed. From the landing site the femme could just envision what the place might have looked like a few thousand years ago- not the longest

Universe: Transformers: Robots in Disguise (2015) Primary Characters: Fate Secondary Characters: Decepticons Genre: General Mediziner's Notes: This is just some practise so it's nothing special... After watching all 13 episodes, I've been wanting to try my hand at the RiD 2015 universe. Not sure what else I can really say so... Yeah. :D... I wanted to do some Fate being his badass Assassin self. 83 I think I butchered the chars and Fate... OTL Really sorry for the horrible impression of Steeljaw and the others... x.x Again, this is just practise... Also I'm going to put a random location for the sake of my sanity breaking on trying to figu

.: BROADCASTING ASSEMBLY ORDER: DECEPTICON RESCUE TEAM :.        Nighthawk was restless. This entire ordeal reeked of a trap to him; the sudden and inexplicable disappearance of the base's leaders made not even a lick of sense, in his mind. Perhaps it was just him, but he could feel the base falling into chaos already. Mecha were beginning to vie for leadership, and, worst of all, Avvade was the one gaining followers. Downright outrageous, that's what it was. It appeared more of his fellows were out of their minds than he thought. There was simply no sense to picking Avvade for a leader; the mech was downright insane, didn't they all know t

Breakout gave Phantom a stern look over his energon cube. The mech seemed to be sitting in a daze. Understandable. The red bot had just found his old friend standing in the ruins of his old house. That wasn't something to take lightly. Taking another sip of the high-grade, he dropped his optics to the blue light bathed table. The din of the bar echoed around them, but it felt muffled over in this corner. This was their corner, where they use to eek high-grade off of the old bar keep, back before they were technically not upgraded enough to handle high-grade. Now it was run by someone different; someone a lot shadier. That wasn't surprising at

It had started at the Bridge. Phobos never went near there, so he thought he was safe. He knew he had to be careful, for the "cooties", or as it was better known, the Purple Spore Virus, was running rampart. He thought he was safe. Others kept away from the usually friendly mech, confusing him for one of the infected, to the point he kept to himself and became withdrawn. It was on one such lonely walk through the base that his feet scuffed a data pad. "Huh?" The Zealot knelt down and picked it up, balancing himself by keeping his rotors splayed. Emergency Update Uh-oh. "That sounds bad." Phobos glanced around him, before reading on. Skywarp

Quickstrike went into the most official looking building he could find in the neutral town near the Decepticon base. The city of Exolesco, if you could call it a city, surprisingly had a bank.  It was hard to imagine that a town built in ruins on a dying planet could keep such a thing secure. Quickstrike had not heard of the location having any robberies, and it seemed well guarded. The place had a guard at every teller window. The small Decepticon could feel a lot of optics on him. Quickstrike was sure someone with a Decepticon faction symbol would be a concern for the establishment. Despite his smaller than average Cybertronian size, three

Shadow Kai meets Andromeda in the Transformers Prime Universe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shadow Kai stalked through the darkness of the Nemesis, in search of entertainment now that her work was done. Meanwhile, an unusual looking mech was walking through the halls, attempting to familiarize himself with the ship. He had just arrived here from Cybertron, as Shockwave, his former commander, had decided that his skills would be of better use to Megatron. Shadow Kai sniffed the air, her sensitive nostrils picking up something new...someone unfamiliar to her. She moved in silence, was it a threat? The entertainment she so craved? Would