*Rodimus Prime's everpresent typist enters his quarters, cautiously when she sees that the light is still off.*

Typist: ...Roddy?

*Atop the berth, Rodimus stirs painfully. The moogle trots over and pokes his hand where it hangs over.*

Typist: Roddy, you're missing a staff meeting.

Rodimus: ...mrf. Good. *stirs, lifts his head up and blinks ( Read more... )

*Rodimus sits on his berth, looking a little dented and worse for wear, but all the major damage from fighting a zombie version of Optimus Prime has been repaired ( Read more... )

I like Earth thunderstorms. I know they cause problems, but they're also beautiful to behold. And they're also necessary for life on this planet, or so I've read. I like that image - death and life all intertwined ( Read more... )

There is a flat thing on my desk.

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with it, other than carry it around. I can barely even pick it up.

Yes, I've picked up another stray mechanism. He looks Autobot-built, but he's pretty confused and vulnerable, so please nobody mess with him. Or I'll put you on kindergarten duty. *means it*

((Mun's note: Nobody tell Roddy who he is right away, please? Marisa's got something else plotted out.))

So... not all of the visions Unicron showed me were just possibilities.

None of the Autobots have said anything about it... I guess I'm kinda waiting for it to occur to someone. That... that thing could have been me. How close did I come ( Read more... )

*The official explanation is that Rodimus ate something that didn't agree with him; the fact that said something was a product of the Nexus being on a need-to-know basis. Regardless, he's been temporarily relieved of duty while he recovers ( Read more... )

Our survey teams have uncovered what looks like a small settlement from the pre-First War era. I'm told that there's evidence of communal life and even what might have been a pictoral writing system, but I haven't had the chance to go down there yet. (I'd welcome the company if anyone would like to see it sometime.) It's looking like we as a ( Read more... )

...Yes, still. Magnus doesn't do all my paperwork. Just the important bits.

Among other things, Snowcat, d'you have a moment? I need to make sure of something with you...

I just realized something.

For nine million years - actually nearer to ten now, I think - anyway, we Autobots have been at war for a really, really long time. It's gotten so that we think of ourselves as soldiers first and people second.

But, y'know? That's not us anymore. We're not just an army, we're a nation. A sovereign world with our own ( Read more... )