Springer shifted uncomfortably against the wall, drifting in and out of recharge.  The base seemed eerily quiet, the only apparent sounds coming from the med bay where they all were.  Steeljaw was still lying on the berth, Blaster and Beachcomber hovering near him.

He'd managed to drink most of the cube of energon without spilling too much over him ( Read more... )

Ratchet was saying something about live or die... Beachcomber was talking in his ear, but with this much blood lost, it was all a blurr ( Read more... )

Due to a lack of time, energy, and various things going on IRL, I am going to close Reality Splintered. I'm not able to fulfill it's potential and I'm not up to being a moderator anymore. I'm sorry the game couldn't have developed out better, and I thank everyone for their time and involvement.Edit: Due to a lack of time, energy, and competence, ( Read more... )

*A gigantic explosion rocks the center of Autobot City. When the flames begin to die down, a figure can be seen climbing from the crater. Prowl and Roadbuster climb from cover, and the Sarge moves ahead to investigate ( Read more... )

Springer wasn't exactly sure what to make of everything when he onlined.  One minute he'd been helping Hot Rod practice, the next... he was in the Ark.  And something wasn't right!
Explosions, shouting, mechs running.  And he was stuck in a fragging supply room.  A very large supply room.  A very large supply room where the controls for the door ( Read more... )

Starscream was finishing off another unit of aerodrones when he feels a strange sensation. He recognizes it as the feeling from just before Dirge disappeared. He hastily scans the ground to locate the members of the city team in case someone disappears next and leaves a comrade open to attack ( Read more... )

*Steeljaw paced up and down the length of the armoury, all agitated lion, soft growls coming from this throat. Now and then he would pause and over at the vent Beachcomber and Pinch had gone through, and his ears would twitch as if he was trying to listen for them ( Read more... )

He pulls a grenade from subspace and balances it in his hand, his targeting array automatically finding the best place to lob it for the most damage.  His thumb brushes the trigger and he offlines his optics.

Shots continue to tear past his head, his doorwings twitch, threatening to unlatch from his back and give the ‘Cons a target, and with a ( Read more... )

*Melissa holds on tight to Pinch as they make their way through the base. She winces as she hear's Rattlelatch's yells, wanting to turn around and go back to him. What if she could help change him back? What if he was in pain ( Read more... )

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