crumplezonegirl06

When I was little, they were there. When I was going through middle and high school, they were there. With them is where I belong.They don't speak. They aren't even alive. But I belong with them.They are machines. Locomotives, tugboats, robots. Machines are my family, and where I belong.

                                           The Ship Tells A StoryIt was a nice, quiet, Minicon-signal free afternoon at the Decepticons' moon base. They hadn't had an alarm in over a week, which was good, at least for some mechs. For others, it was a field week..."Thrust!!!!!", a loud, booming voice echoed through the halls followed by giant footsteps. The Decepticon known as Thrust or as he's known around his comrades, as "Squidhead", was at his computer in his shared quarters. He shared the room with the one who had been shouting this day. He is known as Tidal Wave, AKA the giant ship. Thrust sighed, and opened his door to be almost pile...