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Everything Under the Stars Ch1
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Chapter One: Abduction
© Lady Owl
A small alien spacecraft slipped undetected past a stationary marker buoy. This buoy is one of trillions that make up a grid that marks the border between known and unknown space. The two creatures within this craft belong to a society of many alien races known as the Concord. Every individual is forbidden from passing this border by law of this Concord. However, these two aliens will risk it for their goal is to explore uncharted worlds, beyond the borders to scavenge anything they can find to take back and sell in the black market. Technology, resources, even alien animals and people unknown to them.
Since the entire mission is illegal, they could face severe criminal charges if caught, but they must. It's within their nature. They're a pirating people. Their very race's survival depends upon their scavenging and profit skills. They're a sim
Transformers Prime: Dawn of the Dinobots part 1In the deep reaches of outer space, a spaceship could be seen shooting through the stars to its intended target. The planet Earth. Within the ship, a tall, red and white robot with protrusions that looked wings sticking out of his back was working furiously at the controls.
"We'll be nearing Earth soon, Grimlock." He called to someone behind him.
"Good work, Swoop. Me, Grimlock, thought we never make it." A deep voice replied to the one called Swoop.
"Do you think Optimus will help us?"
"If not, me make him help us. He risk life to save soldiers before. Not see why he not now."
The one called Swoop nodded. Long had he become used to his leader's way of speech. And it did nothing to change the respect and admiration Swoop had for his leader. But they needed Optimus' help if they were to
Grimlock could sense Swoop's concern. "We rescue them, Swoop," He reassured his friend. "You see. We get Optimus, then we get others back."
Swoop nodded again but it didn't do much to boost his con
War and Wings: Chapter 1 part 1--Truth or Dare
Rated T for generic humor, romance stuff---no porn (sorry ), wartime violence, blood, Cybertronian cursing, and an eventual bar fight...
Ratchet used to hate Saturdays.
Humans, for reasons that the seasoned medic could not fathom, lumped seven of their solar cycles into a unit of time called a "week," the first five cycles of which were mostly devoted to education, work or a combination of the two. The last two cycles of the week, colloquially known as Saturday and Sunday, seemed to function as a sort exaggerated holiday, whereby the humans would, on the whole, abstain from work or school and recreate in various ways.
Jack, Miko, and Rafael--the human children who had, inadvertently, stumbled into the middle of their millennia-old, civil war with the Decepticons--were no different from other humans, except that their recreational activities spanned the gauntlet from
Transformers Prime: Dawn of the Dinobots part 3Ratchet finished showing Grimlock the video feed on the computer screen. With Airachnid in their base, Ratchet had convinced Prime to set up more security measures including video cameras. At the time, Ratchet felt he was acting like Red Alert, an old comrade of his who was in charge of security back on Cybertron. While the poor bot had a paranoid streak the size of Unicron, Ratchet did respect Red's attention to caution. Anyway, Ratchet had seen Swoop's little one-sided conversation with Airachnid and this really concerned him. This so called crush might instead be an unhealthy infatuation. While Swoop seemed to have good intentions, Ratchet did not see a pleasant end for the way things were going. Normally he would have told Optimus about this situation but he knew that was probably not a good idea. While Swoop was the nice guy of the Dinobots, even he had authority issues with Optimus Prime. So naturally Ratchet had gone to the one person Swoop would listen to: Grimlock.
A Study in Pokemon TaxonomyThe science and practice of organizing and classifying Pokémon into a coherent ordering that does not directly contradict the already well-established taxonomy of all other life forms is a daunting task that has troubled Pokémon biologists for some time due to several main factors: the general differences between Pokémon and other life forms at the cellular level; contrary to that, the similarities in body structure of many Pokémon and similar animals; the dilemma of whether to count Pokémon as more closely related by Elemental type or by body structure; and the lack of any sort of clear pattern of common decent amongst Pokémon, contrary to most other categories of life.
The first and foremost point that must be addressed in Pokémon Biology is their inherent cellular energy signature. This is the reason why Pokémon's cell structure can be easily destabilized and compressed into energy for storing inside a Poké ball. It
The SirenThere was a dead body on Sandie's back porch, and it was trying to get in.
She wrung the coffee out of the front of her shirt, made damn sure that all of her doors and windows were locked, and called Mike.
"Yeah? Sandie? That you?"
"You don't know anything about this, do you?"
"Mike, there's a zombie on my back porch. It's leaving smears on the glass door. Is it yours?"
"I... Could you repeat that?"
"Zombie, Mike. It's a dead body in a puddle of nasty, and it's leaving more nasty on my door. God, I can even smell it. This is one thorough job, man."
She edged away from the door, keeping an eye on the intruder beyond the glass. It was bloated and purple with decay, green and black fungus speckling its face. There was fluid coming out of its mouth and dripping from its nose. It had no eyes, and all indication of sex or age had rotted away.
"Robotic, maybe? One of its legs is about to fall off. You didn't sic one of your Cyber Derby friends
Transformers Prime: Dawn of the Dinobots part 5Swoop could not deny that he had been waiting a long time for this. Even longer than his chance at payback on Airachnid. He and Divebomb had history before. It was thanks to this Predacon that he had suffered his biggest and most humiliating defeat. A long time ago, earlier in the war for Cybertron, before he had signed up with the Dinobots, Swoop was simply another Autobot soldier who brought aerial advantages in combat. Back then, Swoop was confident that no other flyer, Autobot or Decepticon, could best him. Then one day, while Swoop was off on his own, Divebomb came along and completely outclassed him. Swoop was heavily damaged in the battle but managed to escape. He was able to recover physically but the pain to his pride never went away. Fellow Autobots made it their job to mock and tease him for his loss. While most of the offenders were the grounded Autobots, a few flyers also made fun of him, such as the Aerialbot named Slingshot. While some were actually nice to him, like Jet
Warrior: Xenomorph Transformation Chapter 1
Warrior: Xenomorph Transformation
Chapter 1: Change
“Arthur, Arthur, come on. Time to wake up.” I woke up to the sound of my mom waking me up at 5:30 A.M. to go to school. I was exhausted; I had stayed up most of the night playing Assassin’s Creed 3, Aliens: Colonial Marines, and Minecraft. It was another day like these where I wished that I could be something completely different from that of a human being. I began my daily routine of checking DeviantART for any new messages. With no new messages, I struggled to move my dog off of the bed. When she finally jumped down, I grabbed my clothes and went for a quick shower. After my shower, I had gone downstairs rather quietly and startled my mom. She gave me a death glare for that and I took my breakfast to my recliner and started eating. I flipped through channels like an Olympian diving into a pool to see what was on. I finally stopped on F.X. to see anything that would catch my interest. When it came to a commercial, I
Digimon: Heroes Episode 1
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*It was a typical early afternoon in New York City, it's streets busy with heavy lines of traffic and the bustling of crowds going about their daily lives. On this very day, a tall teenage boy was walking down the sidewalk amongst crowds and crowds of busy New Yorkers going about their daily lives. The boy had dark brown hair, wore a black Greek Fisherman's cap, a pair of black sunglasses, a long black coat, and turtleneck shirt. His name was Robert Willis and he was en route to meet a particular individual amongst New York's busy crowd. Turning a corner, he came across another teenager, about an inch shorter than him, leaning on a traffic post. A rather pale teenager, he had scraggly black hair that matched the black shirt with a white skull on the front, a spiked collar around his neck, black wrist bands, nearly a dozen belts around his pants, and a pair of black shoes with spikes on top. This was Chris Christie, Robert's best friend, someone