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ReflectionIt was that time of the year again. The time where he had to face his inner demon... well if he could be called that.Reflection by Commander5AM
He'd already done everything he'd had to. Inscriptions chalked onto the metal ship floor? Check. Door sealed? Check. Wards put up to prevent anyone getting in or out? Check. Checked that neither Rift nor Revention were in the room? Double check, those two could be slippery when they wanted to be.
The mirror was in front of him, the chalked decagon was on the floor with the necessary symbols, ancient Primusdon texts that he'd been born with knowing. He wasn't as brainless and silly as he acted. The false front he put on was to put others off, to fool them. If he didn't act like an all knowing diety, like the son of Primus should, then most didn't believe the things written about him. There were the few that did believe the texts and come hunting for him, to drink his lifeblood and gain eternal strength, but they were so few that he was able to escape them, that or Raven
Rapture CarolTwas tha night before ChristmasRapture Carol by Commander5AM
And all through Rapture
Tha street sparklings all hid
ta evade capture
Tha streets were cold
and survival was ah fight
many didn't live ta see
tha end of tha night
Tha sparklings all shook
as tha weather turned bad
Cuddling their belongings
which was all they had
But as tha acid rain fell
Onto tha rough metal floor
Ah silver form took pity
on tha weak and tha poor
Every year he would come
and give tha little ones gifts
His goal ta spread cheer
tha sparklings hopes he would lift
Tha stories soon spread
About tha mech that gave hope
It brought smiles ta faces
Of those who couldn't cope
He brought shelter and presents
Then before he gave flight
He'd say "Merry Christmas ta all
And ta all, ah good night"
Power StruggleTitorrun! Wake up you lazy excuse for a jet!Power Struggle by Commander5AM
A sharp jolt to his CPU brought the lack jet out of his recharge, Sky Shadow wincing as he felt around for his visor. Another sharp jolt made a yelp escape his vocaliser, the black jet quickly biting his bottom lip to quiet himself before he woke up his brother in the other room.
What are you doing!? Let him recharge!
Oh shut up light treader I want to try something!
It is early in the morning and he had a bad run in with the Kenkai today, let him recover before you start messing around in his helm!
The two arguing made the jet curl up, his CPU pounding so hard he swore it was going to explode out of his helm. His wings flared out as he curled up tighter and tighter, gripping the side of the berth weakly with his unbandaged arm as they continued to quarrel.
Can you two please stop
Good youre up! Get up were going to try something.
No were not! Leave him to rest!
He doesnt need rest! The weak r
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