Black-Mech

“Oh Talonstrike, why d'ya have t’ be so stupid sometimes?” Mirage sat restlessly in a substandard chair beside the repair berth assigned to Talonstrike, her partner in the Peacekeepers. They had both been damaged following her botched attempt to arrest two Cybertronian slavers but he had come off worst, taking the brunt of a sonic attack from the MetalMaster creature they were hunting. She came off relatively lightly, considering – she’d only been the subject of an attempted rape, her chestplate prised open to show off her spark to the world. It had only been a week since the attack, and she had been cleared for

He was running. That was the last thing he remembered. The last thing he remembered before the rockfall. Clutch groaned quietly, reaching up to hold his pounding helm as he pushed himself onto his elbows, instantly aware that all he could see was the brown surfaces of a boulder that had decided to land on and crush his leg at the knee. The orange Decepticon cycled a sharp intake of air through his vents and reached down to snap off a painfully-sparking wire, wincing as his sharp servos sliced through the delicate circuitry. A brief diagnostic told him that his knee joint was totally out of commission, and that if he attempted to move the bo

Sprocket sat in the corner of his office, the lights out, hugging his knees whilst hiding his head in the safety of the crook of his arm, rocking back and forth quietly. It was raining outside. The Maximal had always held an irrational fear of water, rain included. It's why he hated working on organic planets, just as much because of the rain as the large, open pools of the clear-blue liquid. It's also why he didn't like to associate with creatures from those planets, especially those of the amphibious persuasion. A brief look up from the safety of his own embrace led to the engineer attempting to work a way out, before the spark of lightn

Detective Mirage of Janus Station's Security Force sat alone in the flickering lamplight of a café cubicle, watching the world go by through the tinted windows of the establishment. It was a nice enough place in this seedy part of town, run by a well-to-do Terran family that offered honest employment and catered for all species that inhabited Janus. Mirage smiled behind her armoured facemask and relaxed in the faux leather seats, trying her best not to tear the comfortable material. A Nebulan waitress sidled up, datapad and stylus in hand, ready to take the Security Officer's order, "Energon, I presume, Officer?" Mirage turned to look

Mirage had not been feeling well for a number of solar-cycles now, but it had become far more apparent within the last megacycle or so. Now she sat, squirming uncomfortably on one of the examining tables in medbay, wondering exactly how she got there; the last thing she remembered was instructing the SkyRaider recruits in advanced servo-to-servo combat techniques, then violently expelling the Energon she'd just consumed via her oral cavity and passing out. So here she was, wondering how exactly she ended up in medbay, what quirk of circumstance caused her to feel so rotten, and why she hadn't been gutted for spare parts by the medics. Foots