lioness-calime

Rated T for generic humor, romance stuff---no porn (sorry :D), wartime violence, blood, and Cybertronian cursing ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Io waited until Crossarm's office door had closed behind them and they were partway down the hall before she rounded on her charge, drunken or not, and unleashed upon him the thoughts that had frolicked about in her processor from the moment they¬ had first suffered their CO's ire."I cannot believe you of all people would do something so... so... foolish," She rumbled disapprovingly.  "Attacking Crossarm, getting involved in the fight with F...

Io frowned and reclaimed her normal posture. At her trods, a Decepticon drone lay dying.  Killing had never come easy, and even after vorns of distancing herself from her actions—for the Decepticons or the Autobots—she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of compassion for the wounded Eradicon, especially as he reached toward her with a weakened, begging claw.She was a scientist, a doctor in training, and barring any platitudes about medical ethics or the functional nature of her creation, from a psychological context, this truly went against her programming.Not that that belief made her any less proficient at it.Her team’s approach to the to...

Nightstalker wasn't sure what she had expected when the All Spark was reunited with Cybertron's core, but the shower of rainbow-colored sparks was the least of ideas. Despite being far from what she envisioned, it was far more grand. Craning her helm back to watch the pluming sparks fly from the Well's opening, Nightstalker felt a small smile begin to tug on the edge of her lips.A warm hand squeezed hers. Cliffjumper smiled back at her. This time, Nightstalker felt herself grin, and she squeezed his servo back, spark skipping happily. When he winked at her, her energon pumped a little faster, knowing what he was promising her for later."So...