#grumpygunformers

[one-shall-stand-blog]

You. Prime. Do you still function?

Megatron.

You have not seen the last of me yet.

[vosnianprincess]

Down like a Dog on the Highway

The initial explosions had been set and detonated. Arcee's warriors had infiltrated gradually over the past few cycles, bypassing the tightened security with the utmost caution and with only a trickle of success. They would still be hard pressed to secure a truly "surprising" onslaught. 

Arcee herself was moving quietly, her Captain Chromia at her side, into the city. 

"The spy was meant to be disabling their bridges at this time."

"Yes."

"Shall she succeed, you think?"

Arcee smirked, "I think so. I battled her once. She was formidable."

"The seeker shall have to keep up his end of the bargain no matter the outcome."

"He shall," Arcee replied, "I shall be sure of it."

[vosnianprincess]

Collision

There was only so much they could do to keep themselves and their intentions concealed. Border control around Vos had been heightened to extremes. Megatron's outreaching forces were already moving towards the other city-states. The very public strife between Vos and Kaon was known after a horrific incident involving a school. 

Still, they had done their best to rig what explosives they could around the borders of the city and sneak a few warriors inside the city. They had only to wait for Arcee's signal to set off the explosions, and begin to engage during the distraction. 

The order was given, and three of the relatively small explosions were detonated outside the eastern border. 

[vosnianprincess]

The Old Blue Skies of Home

Friends, my friends, you've pledged to us today for a home safe from fear...When Mother Cybertron is free. 

I go to fight for the blue skies beyond us. Those old blue skies of home. I go to fight for those blue skies remind me of a way of life that's pure; of the truth of that must endure. In a city called Vos in the old blue skies of home. 

Pray for this day as we journey back towards them; these old blue skies of home. Let all the blood of the Cons spill upon them! Until they've payed for what they've wrought, taken back the lies they've told. Until there's peace again in Vos...and we're safe again in White Hall... In a land where honor lives and breathes; the old blue skies of home!

We gave our lives for the blue skies of Vos!

Those old blue skies of home...

To life, my friends...

To love, my friends...

[devastatorsmash]

Soundwave says nothing, only points towards an escape hatch in the base walls with a flash of his visor and a small, human-scale shovel in the other hand.

There are not enough words in Cybertronian, Earthlish, or bad slang from either language to describe how much Bonecrusher hates his life right now.

One mildly clean ship flank, coming right up. Extra cursing on the side.

[devastatorsmash]

[journal entry unknown]

This just in: being confined to base is BORING AS SLAG.

Everyone else gets to go to the new Cybertron, but apparently, we have to stay here because we made a bridge without authorization.

SHOCKWAVE WENT TO THE NEW CYBERTRON. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? FRAGGIN' "STEWARD OF CYBERTRON" HOPPED ON OVER TO THE WRONG ONE, WHAT FRAGGIN' JOKE.

I'm gonna kill somebody if we don't see some kind of action soon. I am sick to FRAG of Sounders peekin' in on us every two nanos to make sure we're not "up to anything". Frag off, fragface.

I think Mix is havin' some kind of withdrawals. He keeps whining and drawing thin Seeker wings in energon.

By the way, they brought back a fragton of Energon, so there's that.

The Autobots are kind of fragged off that they don't have an easy out on us anymore. It ain't got any easier with everybody partying on the wrong damn planet, though.

Devastator keeps wantin' out. He's the last line of defense, and he don't like bein' trapped any more than we do.

M'gonna go pound a few holes in somethin' livin' before I snap.

[end entry]

[vosnianprincess]

grumpygunformers said: The blue seeker just huffed and started trudging along, turbines whirring a little bit to scatter the riff-raff. It probably wouldn’t feel too good for Skywarp, either. “I hate lots of things. Megs just wants you to be comfortable, and stuff.”

He shrugged, following along slowly just behind Dirge, "I don't think he likes me at all..."

Once they reached the dining hall, he tried not to look at much of anyone as he took up a seat just close enough to Megatron that he would see that he was there, but with a keen interest at keeping well away from Starscream. 

[vosnianprincess]

"Warp? S'food time." One beleaguered Conehead at your service, Princess Skywarp. "Megs is gettin' kinda antsy what with you running around like a bird with its head cut off, so he said you gotta come down n' eat with the rest of us." A long, long pause, and a quiet rumbling of Dirge's engines. ".. you wanna talk about it?"

Skywarp started at the entry, his wings fluttering before he saw who it was and settled once more. “O-Oh. Hi, Dirge.”

He didn’t feel comforted knowing that Megatron was onto him trying to skitter out of sight. If he should get wind of any damning suspicion…It just would have to not come to that. “Well, if Lord Megatron says so…” He got off his berth and made to follow the other seeker. 

He was surprised by Dirge’s concern, ruby optics glowing in confusion and apprehension, “Just nervous…Guess it’s not a secret that a lot of people really hate me right now, if you get what I mean…”