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asdhfj,,,,,

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Hope you don't mind if I drop these Lord Hordak pics

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okay new prediction: thunderclash is shadowplayed whivh is why magnus uses his (wet) hands to crush his brain

unless magnus isnt the one conttolli g the (wet) hands

hmmm

[prowl-autism-extraordinaire]

Hundreds of faces stared back at him, analysing, scrutinising, worshipping.

‘The Quintessons have something that is not rightfully theirs: our world. You,’ (and he seemed to spit the word into the face of every individual) ‘have wasted this world. You have squandered this world. You have abused it, stripped it bare and hacked it to shreds, but it is still your world. Your home. And it’s time you took it back.’

He gripped the lectern as the crowd cheered. He watched Autobots he knew – friends – cup their mouths and bay with the rest of them. Bloodlust, or some warped patriotism? What was he tapping into? What was he exploiting? He stared back blankly until they settled down.

‘The Quintessons think we are broken and defeated. They shall pay the price for their arrogance.’ He winced at what he was saying, but the crowd loved it.

‘I have despatched the “Aerial-Bots” to recover the Ark. In a few moments it will touch down outside and ferry the ground force to Polyhex. Everyone with airborne modes will follow its lead. In six hours we attack the Quintesson fortress; in seven the tide of battle turns in our favour; in eight we breach their defences. By daybreak we are victorious, and the Quintessons... the Quintessons are...’ It was no use. The crowd were shouting too loudly.

This is what they wanted to hear, he thought. This is what so many of them really thought and felt. He cranked his vocal unit to its maximum setting to give them what they wanted.

‘The Quintessons have greater numbers, firepower and hardware. They will do everything they can to destroy us, and they will fail. Why? Because ultimately – tragically – we are Transformers. We have lived, breathed, wept and bled warfare for four million years. It is obvious, though the very realisation shames me to the core, that when it comes to killing – we have no equal.’

The crowd was on its feet, and the adulation drove him into the shadows.

Autobot and Decepticon were no more, and All truly were One. He wished he could share in their unity, but instead felt a despair that was as bitter and dry as death itself. He now knew, with unbearable certainty, that the civil war would not end until each and every last one of them was dead.

For a fleeting, half-realised moment – so brief as to dodge the borders of his self-perception – he wondered whether it would be best if tonight the Quintessons won.

i am offering a formal apology to eugenesis optimus alone; hes not boring. the others still are tho

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prowl, twitching his hands and stammering in an effort to appear collected and not .03 seconds from shrieking from stress: u need to bring back optimus

me, with an appropriate amount of disdain and concern: bringing op back aint gonna fix shit! ur sol prowl, for gods sake delegate and not on THIS

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‘Get me a gun,’ whispered Soundwave, climbing to his feet.

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part one

okay so i have no idea who these ppl are but kaal is cool, plyn should be more like kaal

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mpreg time :)