You are no longer getting a choice
Return to monke
hello vonnie
trying on a metaphor

@theartofmadeline
Peter Solarz
Misplaced Lens Cap
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
AnasAbdin
Mike Driver
DEAR READER

No title available

JBB: An Artblog!
d e v o n
No title available

JVL

Love Begins
we're not kids anymore.
cherry valley forever

roma★
No title available

ellievsbear
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from T1

seen from Malaysia

seen from Ukraine

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Israel

seen from United States
seen from T1

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Spain

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
@firstaidmedrecord
You are no longer getting a choice
Return to monke
IDW2005 Ultra Magnus the kind of person to stop at a red light while cycling in London
Soundwave has a lot of children
Dalek
“The forbidden item... the Hazard Trigger.”
“YABEI!”
Especially not for £100 GBP.
Well, let’s start with the good news. We’re all alive.
Apart from some minor system damage, and a mysterious memory malfunction covering a good few hours, no-one was too injured. I guess whoever designed those escape pods did a good job. Either that or I’m too good a Doctor.
Blades says it’s definitely the first. I love this team sometimes.
So, details. What we do know, is that we’re stuck on some planet somewhere. From the data we can scrape out of the computer memory, we’ve checked the star maps, and we’re far beyond any faction’s space. It’s an organic world, close to a yellow star, with no high radiation levels or damaging factors, so you may think we’d be happy.
Oh boy, are you wrong.
It’s inhabited. Level 2- home to a sapient species with no advanced technology, or contact with the extra-cybertronian community. Also known as the type of place the Galactic Confederacy said we’re not meant to touch, on pain of mass-extermination of our species. And I doubt Prime would be happy to rescue us if it meant going against his treaty with them, so it looks like we’re stuck here until we can make out own way off world, hopefully secretly. This is one of those rare situations where we’d have better luck if we were Decepticons.
Hot Spot’s optimistic, as usual, saying we can get what we need. As a mechanical doctor, I can say we’re screwed. None of the parts here have the right structure or strength to be used in any of our technology. None of their computers are powerful enough to run what we need. I’ll type up my full report Streetwise gets back from his scouting mission.
*bzzt*
Hello? Is anyone there? This is First Aid of Autobot vess-
*bzzzzzzzzzzzt*
-crashed on a planet. The ships in orbit, but we’ve no way up. Teleporters and comms are down, and nothing that we’ve seen looks good en-
*bzzt*
-ve assumed standard procedure on crashing on a Class 2 world. Streetwise made sure of it. I’ve had nicer alt-modes, but I’ll get used to it. We’ve salvaged the escape pods, so there’s no chance of them reaching local-
*bzzt*
-f Decepticon activity here. I’m not surprised- there’s nothing of value. Still not sure why we crashed, I’m not even going to list the theories that we’ve got. Blades is betting twenty creds that-
*bzzzt*
-ack hole powered by Megatron’s spark!
Anyway, I’m rambling. Guess I don’t want to be stuck here. Contact us if you recieve this. I’m broadcasting on all Autobot frequencies, and Wheeljack’s own special wavelength, so if you’re hearing this, inventor-man, please tell someone.
This is- *bzzt* -signing off.
So, I suppose I should tell you a bit about my fellow crew members, so you understand when I start talking about them and how they've gotten us all killed again. Trust me, it's probably going to happen some day, and we won't be able to escape.
So first is Hot Spot. He's in charge of our little team, and he's as heroic as they come. Technically a firefighter by training, he's now just as likely to start one as to put one out. And trust me, he's charismatic. I once saw him simply talk some cons into surrender. And then, in an even more surprising feat, he made Blades happy that they went out without a fight.
Ah, Blades. Him and me, we don't get along that well. We're friends, trust me, but sometimes he gets a bit violent. And by a bit, I mean a lot. Usually with his rotor blades. I once cut myself on one while trying to repair his arm, and man, did it hurt! He found it hilarious, because that's just how he is. You'd think, because he can fly, that he'd prefer to stay in the air, and shoot all the cons down. But no. He revels in the sensation of their energon spaying across his paintjob. He's pretty disgusting sometimes.
Streetwise would probably agree with me. He's a much calmer bot than the rest of us, usually content with flying around the shuttle when we're in space. On the ground is the same- calmly loading up his rifle to strike dead in the optics of his target. I heard a rumour once that he took out Soundwave once with a single shot from 5 mechanometres away. Never asked him about it, but I can see it being true. The only times I've seen him lose his cool is when he's dealing with Vortex, one of the Combaticons. I think they have some history, but I'd have to look it up to be sure. And he's probably locked his record.
The final one of us here is Rook, and he's a bit of a mystery. He's newer than the rest of us; fresh out of the academy, with an accent that none of us can place. I swear it's East Iaconian, but Blades thinks it's Lower Tarn. He's a big fella, I think is the best way to put it. Definitely dedicated to the mission, don't get me wrong, but he seems jollier than he rest of us. A lot more willing to crack jokes and the like. I'd say it's because he hasn't seen as much as we have, but he's already been through some rough stuff. Maybe he just wants to be liked.
So yeah, here's some context, so you'll understand who I'm whining about next time I mention someone's name. We're just approaching the Nintendu LXIV system, so expect some tales soon!
Hi!
Hi all! Wheeljack helped me set up this blog... thingy last time we met, and I figure its time to use it!
So, I’m First Aid, medical officer on this little shuttle craft of ours, and this is going to be a record of the Great War. Well, that and whatever issues we get ourselves into. I swear, our luck must be so bad...
Anyway, enjoy!