Waverod's Corner Table

 Waverod got into the transport tube. He was desperate to get to the medical bay; this last mission didn't go well. Cloud cover had forced her down to scout the latest Decepticon actions, and a couple of Seekers managed to take off and chased her off, disabling her weapons. He didn't get any useful intelligence. Fortunately, First Aid would be able to fix her up. He was near the intersection when the power went out to the tube. Momentum carried her into the crossing tube, when suddenly she hit something. No, not something. Someone. That "someone" was Mixmaster, and he was not looking good. "Hey, watch it!" "Sorry!" she responded. "I didn't have much choice when the tube went out." Mixmaster pulled out his pistol, pulled the trigger, and got a trail of energon dripping down from the barrel. "Scrap," he says. "Don't worry, I can't shoot you either." Then, after a moment, she said, "Hey, I've got an i...

Hauler stepped outside the chamber. "It's done. My greatest shame is no more." Ever since that day, millions of years ago, he had regretted the role he played in Megatron's creation. All the deaths are now gone. His fellow Constructicons would now remain builders rather than destroyers. Cybertron would remain in the golden age that followed the Great Expulsion. Just a few key conversations did it. Convincing Scrapper had been the key, but he'd done it. Megatron was not built. Megatron never existed. He triggered the return remote. Wheeljack greeted him as he returned to his present. "You made it safe? You succeeded?" "I did, Wheeljack. I talked with my fellow Constructicons. They understood. We did not build Megatron." "Who's Megatron?" Wheeljack's response startled me. This was the whole point of our mission. We had spent the last five years, reconstructing captured Decepticon schematics, improving them, just so I could go ba...