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“Well done, my loyal servant Shockwave.” Shockwave allowed the slightest trickle of pleasure to pass through his frame at Megatron’s praise. It had been so long since he had communicated directly with his superior officer. And while he was a dutiful soldier who didn’t need to be rewarded for his work, he couldn’t deny that it felt good to have his loyalty acknowledged and praised. “All is proceeding as planned,” he assured Megatron. “Wasp will be silenced. And I have an agent working on decrypting the Decepticon database we recovered. Whatever information is on there will soon be ours to utilize.” Megatron lifted an optic ridge. “One of ours? I wasn’t aware that other double-agents survived the Council’s purge.” Shockwave’s antlers twitched at that. He kept his relationships with others to a minimum, but the Decepticon moles seeded throughout the Autobot ranks still shared bonds with each other. And it had still pained him to hear that Doubledealer, Counterpunch

“Well done, my loyal servant Shockwave.” Shockwave allowed the slightest trickle of pleasure to pass through his frame at Megatron’s praise. It had been so long since he had communicated directly with his superior officer. And while he was a dutiful soldier who didn’t need to be rewarded for his work, he couldn’t deny that it felt good to have his loyalty acknowledged and praised. “All is proceeding as planned,” he assured Megatron. “Wasp will be silenced. And I have an agent working on decrypting the Decepticon database we recovered. Whatever information is on there will soon be ours to utilize.” Megatron lifted an optic ridge. “One of ours? I wasn’t aware that other double-agents survived the Council’s purge.” Shockwave’s antlers twitched at that. He kept his relationships with others to a minimum, but the Decepticon moles seeded throughout the Autobot ranks still shared bonds with each other. And it had still pained him to hear that Doubledealer, Counterpunch

“Hey Swift, whatcha doin’?” Swift didn’t look up from her datapad. “Reading for school. Please knock before you come into my room, okay?” “You had the door open, though.” A small form pulled himself up into her lap and got comfortable there. “Whatcha reading? Is it any good? Is it fun? What’s it about?” Swift sighed and set the datapad down. “Textbooks are never ‘fun,’ Lodestar. But it’s interesting, at least.” The green-and-gold sparkling cocked his head to one side. “What’s it about?” “The structure of the current Cybertronian government and its similarities to governmental systems of other worlds, including Earth, Junk, and Tlalakan.” Lodestar scowled. “That doesn’t sound fun. That sounds boring.” “It kinda is,” Swift admitted. “But tell you what -- you let me finish studying, and afterwards I’ll read an actually fun book to you. Or play a game with you. How’s that sound?” “Yeah!” Lodestar whooped, pumping a fist in the air. “When will you be done?” “Give

In a chamber deep in the heart of Iacon, a meeting took place that would decide the future of Cybertron. This wasn’t nearly as heavy a statement as one might expect. Every meeting of the Council decided some aspect of Cybertron’s future, even if it was something as miniscule as whether to raise a certain tax a fraction of a percent or change the design of the capital city’s seal. Of late, however, almost every Council meeting held a solemn air, one that reminded every mech present that they played a hand in historic events… events that would have vast repercussions for Cybertron’s future. Optimus Prime should have been present at this particular meeting. As the one who had captured Megatron and his double-agent within Autobot High Command, it should have been his privilege and honor to tell his story to the Council. But he had respectfully declined to stand before the Council, insisting that he was needed back on Earth to round up Starscream’s clones and recover the last few

“All right, kids, what are we looking at today?” Ratchet demanded. “Kids?” Lifeflight protested, scowling. “I’m old enough to have served in the war!” “You’re all kids compared to me, so hush,” Ratchet retorted. “Can someone look at our patient and tell us what we’re dealing with? And more specifically, why you were all required to put on shielding before coming in?” Caliber glanced back and forth at the other two medical residents, but neither Lifeflight nor Jackhammer volunteered any information. He waited a moment longer, then raised his hand. “This isn’t primary school, Caliber, you don’t have to raise your hand,” Ratchet told him. “You have an answer?” He nodded and spoke. “Patient is online and alert, but the overbright optics and elevated spark readings indicate an energy surge. Given the heightened radioactivity levels coming off his chassis and the burns on his armor, I would assume he has mild-to-moderate irradiation poisoning -- and judging by the fact that he

“I never would have believed it if you hadn’t shown me, Marshal Choi,” Rain noted. “As it is… I’m still not sure I totally believe it.” “Believe me, every day we wake up and wonder if we imagined the whole thing ourselves,” Tendo replied, leaning against the railing and gazing down at the Jaeger bay. “Then again, the Kaiju War has always found ways to surprise us.” “That’s for sure,” Caitlyn noted. The three humans -- the head of the PPDC, the Marshal of the commissioned Jaegers, and the scientist and Ranger who had helped create the mechanical guardians of Earth -- gazed down at the current inhabitants of the Panama City Shatterdome. The Jaeger bay shouldn’t have been this crowded -- when Jaegers were flown in to aid in a Kaiju battle, they typically returned to their home bases soon after the battle was over. And until very recently, the only Kaiju that would be allowed in a Shatterdome was a dead one, and only until it could be diced apart for research purposes. It had been

WARNING: This fic contains massive spoilers for the video game Bugsnax and it's DLC content. Proceed at your own risk if you have not yet played the game or watched a playthrough of it. Also, content warning for offscreen death and misgendering. “In other news, the disappearance of a number of members of the Snaktooth Island expedition two months ago continues to baffle authorities. While death certificates have been filed for the missing Grumpuses, the Coast Guard has declared it too dangerous to return to the island to search for bodies. Family members and associates of the missing are unavailable for comment at this time-” Floofty turned the television off and turned their back on it with a sigh. Why had they turned that fool device on in the first place? They should have known it would only bring up unwanted emotions -- the disastrous expedition and the ensuing investigation were all the news seemed to talk about anymore. It was all the survivors seemed to talk about