#technis

[comic-covers]

[winglordvee]

After hell knows how long of circling the same spot, Astrotrain's attention is drawn to a harsh voice calling his name over the hum of machinery and his own footsteps. Leaning her weight against the door frame and wiping at her hand with an old, worn rag. "Come with me."

"So, what's the news?"

"They made it. Thankfully. Was a hell of a lot of work, though. Between all the water damage and Devastator wrecking havoc AND sorting through whatever the hell you did to give them sentience in first place... count yourself lucky I'm good at what I do."

"This is the only one who's ready to be taken out of forced stasis. Figured you'd want to be here to see it."

The mech standing before him - only a little shorter than the doctor currently removing varios wires leading who knows where - stands quiet and stiff. Lifeless like a drone awaiting orders. Then, their visor lights up a bright red and the color

Their gaze flits around the medbay, then to their own servos and peds, testing their new appendages with all the curiosity of a new construct.

Astrotrain feels a nudge to his side and a turns his attention to Technis. "Well? Say something. The Astroforce is your army, ain't it?"

As if he hadn't heard enough mocking from those damned seekers. And Blitzwing. And everyone else those nosy fraggers told. "You, too?"

"After all the work I've done - and still have to do - I earned one. Now, quit your bitchin' and say 'hi."

After grumbling a bit more, Astrotrain finally turns back around. Still curiously looking around, inspecting their new frame and mobility.

"Soldier," And their attention snapped to him, posture straightened. No hesitation. No snide comments. Just instant, rapt attention. "Declare yourself."

They seem to struggle for a moment, trying to find their voice.

[khaoskrakenart]

Le art!

[rosetowers]

Divina: Rules are made to be broken.

Technis: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Gilda: Uh, piñatas.

Finn: Glow sticks.

Clawdia: Karate boards.

Snarik: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Divina: Rules.

[wordsmythao3]

The Xbox, the Phantom, and the trap.

Originally posted on fanfiction.net on 10-18-12

"OH CRAP!" cried Danny as he dodged a lightning bolt from Technus, only to be hit by a missile from Skulker. The explosion from the missile launched him into an alleyway full of boxes, which were all launched at him by the Box Ghost.

"CRAP CRAP CRA-" Danny is cut off by the roll of bubble wrap wrapping around his head. He turns intangible to get out of it only to be cut in the arm by one of Skulkers machetes. He backs away as a volley of CD's are launched at him by Technus. He quickly flys away at top speed to the mall.

'Who knew they would be so strong if they teamed up? I've gotta find a way to distract them!'

He lands in a Best Buy gaming section. He looks around vainly hoping to find a suitable distraction. And then he spots it. A few minutes later he has it all set up. And just in time as well.

"Where are you, Whelp?" calls Skulker, checking his PDA for him.

"We will find you, Boy." says Technus, who is suddenly distracted by a new phone model.

"BEWARE!" cries Boxy, wiggling his fingers in an attempt to be scary.

"OVER HERE!" yells Danny, still in the gaming section.

"WHELP/CHILD/BEWARE!" the three full ghosts cry simultaneously. They fly over to him, ready to attack when suddenly . . .

"WAIT! I have a peace offering for you."

"What is it?" they all ask, With Boxy throwing his obligatory 'Beware' at the end.

"An XBox." says Danny, gaining the Box Ghosts attention.

"And?" say Skulker and Technus, the former holding boxy back.

"It's also a gaming system." and now Skulker is holding back both Boxy and Technus.

"And?" grunts Skulker, having difficulty holding back the too ghosts

"And it's playing Cabela's Big Game Hunter." the three ghosts swarm the machine. Danny stares at ten for a secon before he pulls out his Fenton Thermos and sucks them in. A collective 'Aww' is heard from inside. He looks around and sucks the XBox, controllers, and TV in.

OoOoOoO

Yep. I wrote this in thirty minutes, on my iPod at 12:25 pm.

[trainerv]

Birb mom lives!

I’ll be honest, I’ve been neglecting posting here because I completely forgot to log back in from my hideaway blog. 

These are all semi-recent, but I’ve had no robot muse.

[phantomfevor]

LisTen i can explain

[winglordvee]

20-something odd years ago, a weird little kid watching transformers Armada wondered why the deceptions didn't have a proper medic like the Autobits did, so she made one that only existed in the corners of her notebooks that gave long since been lost to time. Ten years later, that girl made the best decision of her life and decided to revisit her old hobbies, and brought who would become Technis to life on this scary place called the internet. Now, she's a grown adult with some of the best memories and some of closest friends she's ever had.

Even when I stopped being active in Transformers spaces and lost contact with a lot of people following some unpleasant breakdowns and mental lapses, Transformers has always been a safe-spot for me to go to and Technis has been a big part of that. She's grown as a character. I've grown as an artist and person. And I felt now was as good a time as any to take a short trip down memory lane with her and her design after resisting the urge to throw up looking at my old art what the hell was I doing who let me cook?