A/N: I have decided I cannot wait to move out! I really like being alone in a house… This weekend was nice… I only freaked out ONCE! Yep, only once. NEW RECORD! I made 90's on both of my tests! I HAVE THE HIGHEST GRADE IN MY FRAGGING PHYSICS CLASS! FRAG YES!
Hmm. All my reviewers just up and disappeared. My Red Alert side says "OH GOD ONE OF MY CHAPTERS WERE SO HORRIBLE ALL OF THE PEOPLE THAT READ IT JUST DIED ON THE SPOT!" But my Prowl side says "Mute it Red. They just don't want to review" I personally think it would be hilarious if one of my chapters were so horrible somebody died. Sure I'd feel bad but hey.. it would be a horrible way to die…
Speaking of horrible ways to die. I got a pet today. His name was spider beetle. I met him at school while he was climbing up the wall of the lobby. I poked him cause he stopped moving and I thought he lost his motivation. He fell. This boy slammed his foot down and CRUNCH. I cried. My friends were worried. And my bestest friend said she heard the crunch from across the lobby. And my scream. At the same moment my other friend was checking out this giant mosquito that was on the ceiling. He lived all day. If fact when I left he was still on the ceiling. A whole seven hours wow.
Anyways….. The Transformers fall of Cybertron comes out in August! The 28th of august to be precise! Way better than December 1st! CANT WAIT!
A group of three cybertronians huddled around Optimus Prime's desk. To the far right was a smiling Jazz. In the middle was a frowning Prowl, and on the far left was a hopeful looking Primus.
Optimus sighed. "Let me get this straight. Jazz wants a trip off base for a small group of cybertronians, and Primus wants to go to a beach, so the two of them decided to put the trip into one?"
"That is correct, but two problems derive from that." Prowl smirked. He prepared himself for this on the venture to this very office. Nobody, and he meant NOBODY, would be beating him at the game of persuading Prime.
"Two?" Jazz asked. He only remembered Prowl bringing up one.
"Yes, Jazz, two."
"And what might those be?" Prime asked.
"Number one: Primus has no alt mode, nor does she understand human traffic."
Primus interjected. "I will not be lowered down to having to haul around squishies!"
"What is the second problem, Prowl?"
"Secondly, there wouldn't be a point in them going. The only thing they would be able to do is sit in their alt modes and watch the sea. Any beach is always populated with many humans."
Prime nodded. " And we cannot reveal ourselves. I understand."
Jazz's optics fell. He knew when he lost.
"Before you make a decision! Those problems could easily be fixed!" Jazz looked at her. A new hope filled his optics.
"And how might you come about fixing those problems?"
"Well first of all. I'm Primus. I can do anything. Besides, there are multiple secluded islands on this planet, a lot of which no humans go to, and they would be easily accessed if we were to have Skyfire take us." Primus had a full smile on her face.
"I see. Well, bring me the coordinates and a list of the bots going by this evening, and I will inform Skyfire."
"ALRIGH'!" Jazz yelled.
Prowl frowned. Primus ran up to Prime. "OH THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" She screamed and hugged the big bot.
Prime stiffened. After a couple of seconds Primus released him and ran off. "Is she alright?"
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Primus ran into her room. "We get to go to the beach tomorrow!"
Unicron smiled. "That's good."
Primus sat down on the berth. "You don't seem too excited."
"I am just thinking of ways to make what humans call 'sand castles', the equivalent of metal shaving castles"
" Prima was the best at making metal shavings castles."
Unicron smiled. "Truthfully, Prima reminded me of you. He was just as glichy as you are."
"Oh, you did not just insult my sparkling!" Primus shouted
"Don't get me started on the other twelve!"
"Well, what about megatronus! He was the biggest sire mech I have ever seen!"
Unicron laughed. " But All Spark was the cutest femme I had ever seen."
Primus smiled fondly. "She was, and it was unfair for her to have been the chosen host. She was way to young."
Unicron sat down next to his bonded. "She was practically a sparkling."
"She was a sparkling." Primus exclaimed. "Barely in her third frame!"
Unicron wrapped his servo around his bonded. "You could not have done anything about it."
"But I could! I'm Primus!"
"She was to be the fourteenth of the original Primes! You know good and well you had , and have, no control over the original fourteen!"
"But I fell as if it is!" Primus raised her voice. "I could have done something when the council decided to have her merge with that cube! I could have intervened when the Autobots decided to shoot her into space!"
Unicron shot up and began yelling. "You were doing what was best! Besides even if you hadn't of had her merge with the cube, she would not have been the adorable All Spark we knew! She would have become a droid! Remember!"
Primus looked up to her bonded. "I can see where Solus got her attitude from." She stood up and hugged her mate. "I thank you for your kind words, but they do not change the fact that I fragged up. Nor does it change the fact that if All Spark was destroyed on Earth, the new host will be somewhere on this planet." She whispered.
"That is true. It does not, but you are Primus. Surely, since we are now on the same planet as it, you can tell where it is. You know before any cybertronians are accidentally reincarnated into a toaster."
Primus' Optics shown brightly. "Of course, I am Primus, and besides we wouldn't want Ratchet to get too excited that it is possible to reprogram cybertronians into toasters, now would we?"