Whisper's LogWhisper`s logWhisper's Log
cybertronian date 44612: I arrived on Sol III or Earth as the native inhabitants call it. I found this sleek vehicle and scanned it for my new alternate mode. the earthlings, or humans as they like to be called, call it a Honda S2000.don`t know what that stands for but I find it a stylish design. I landed the Defiance in an area called Santa Monica. wierd place really. I scan a lot of the humans being only partly organic. I`ll see what that is about tomorrow, I need a recharge.
cybertronian date 44621: been here nine days now and I ran into Rotorwing. old sonovaglitch hasn`t changed much since I last sa
For My Matefor you I write this, to let you know how I feel and how I see you...when I look at a photo of you I see not the flawed being you see in the mirror, I see the magnificent glory that is you...your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, a godess in my eyes...and I wish so much I could reach out to touch you, to feel your warm skin under my fingertips. I see no cruelty nor evil intend, I see only the kindness and tenderness that you are. for all my mistakes and ill deeds I wish I could turn away...to stop from soiling your perfection with my mere mortal eyes....but forever my eyes are fixed on you...I wish I could explain how I truly feel when you areFor My Mate
The DesertI walk into the desert hoping that something will find me, see me as the lonely soul I am...but there is no one here. I walk without pause, the heat and sun beating down on my weary consciousness, hoping that it will numb the pain caused by her...but it doesn`t... there is no snowplace for me, there never has been.... all the love and care I seemed to receive from her were but illusions, made in my mind and heart to be true. but they never were...to her I was but an anchor for her snowplace, her heaven and that her cold words about a silly subject cut me deep in my heart did not matter, it merely fueled her thoughts to pour salt in the woundThe Desert
Turbo BoostedTURBO BOOSTED!Turbo Boosted
"Stunticons!" Megatron called out over the communications channel. Motormaster and the others ground to a halt to listen.
"Whaddaya want, Megatron?" Motormaster growled.
"I need you to do a job for me. There is a black Pontiac Trans Am hanging around the Autobots. I need you to capture it and bring it to me. UNDAMAGED. Do you understand?"
"Awww undamaged? Where's the fun in that?" Motormaster groaned.
"Let me put this in terms you can understand. If that car is NOT in one piece when you bring it to me, you will find yourselves in exactly the same condition whe
Knight TracksKNIGHT TRACKSKnight Tracks
"You want me to do what?" Tracks asked incredulously.
"You heard me man, I want to move out of town and I need your help," Raoul told him, "I heard it's where all the action is. Maybe I can get a part in a movie or something."
"A part in a movie? Where exactly are you moving to?"
"Los Angeles."
"Oh well, then, what are we waiting for?" Tracks exclaimed, "Why didn't you say so in the first place? Perhaps some Hollywood bigwig will discover me and I'll be even more famous than before."
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Tracks was stuffed to the roof with Raoul's thin
wandering
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