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Universe: Transformers Prime
“Can I be the first to point out how utterly ridiculous this is?”
Ratchet harrumphed in a sound of agreement to the Autobots’ femme two-wheeler, Arcee. Looking up a tall metal pole, he said, “I cannot believe that you agreed to this, Optimus.”
Near the top of the pole, Optimus Prime hung to the side with surprising balance from the tall mech. “The risks were too high not to agree: the amount of energon Megatron was offering would fuel our team—“
“—For nearly a year. Yes, I am quite aware of that.” He groans in irritation. “But what possibly possessed him to request this.”
Ratchet gestured forward towards the site that unfolded before them. The field had been pre-cleared by the Deceptic
Spark of a WreckerJack Darby opened his locker, exchanging the textbooks in his hands for the ones he would need for next period. There was no real need to hurry; the break between classes still had a good five minutes left to it, but the young man was not a fan of the local scenery. By whatever joke of the universe that was being played on him, Jack had found his locker to be rather annoyingly close to the one belonging to Vince, Jasper High's resident Jerk with a capital "J."
The red haired teen was currently laughing about something in the center of a group of friends, more than likely completely oblivious to what time it was. Not that Jack was particularly interested in reminding him. Closing his locker, and giving the combination dial a spin for good measure, the young Darby prepared to leave. Before he'd taken his first step, something new caught his attention.
Miko Nakadai had just turned the corner of the hallway, a questing look on her face
Snow RegretRafael Esquivel had come to, what he considered to be, an important conclusion.
He did not like snow. It was wet, it was sticky, and it was uncomfortable. A part of the tween’s mind argued that he only felt this way because he currently found himself trapped in an environment dominated by snow and lacking the correct outfit to insulate him. The logic of this statement failed to overtake one very important fact. HE. WAS. COLD.
The young prodigy currently stood near his friend and guardian Bumblebee, rubbing his arms diligently for warmth as the team waited for Agent Fowler’s evac. The effects of the Decepticons’ heat ray on the landscape were beginning to wear off. And while the Autobots’ remained well within their own tolerance levels, the tween had passed his ten minutes ago.
“You all right there, Raf?” Bumblebee asked as he eyed the shivering human.
“I could really do with a cup of cocoa, or some war