The Space Bridge Accident... (On Hold)
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  • Reads 213
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 4
  • Time 53m
Ongoing, First published Aug 17, 2020
"Megatron... Soundwave... Anyone copy?". 
Every piston tensed up as nothing but static pierced my receptors.
  "Megatron... Soundwave... Starscream... Does anybody back at the Nemesis copy?" I repeated with more clarity, only the same irritating static came through.
   "Ok, let's see if I can figure out where I am instead..." I sighed as I clicked the comm-link off and opened a panel on my right arm. Satellite map readings were showing as much static visually as my comms were audibly while every vital sign was blipping in critical red.
   "Scrap..." I muttered as I closed the panel. My glitchy optic made identifying where I was on Earth useless, but immediate surroundings were doable. Something quietly thudded on the burnt dirt over to my right. A... Predacon?! No... the thing doesn't appear to look mechanical at all. Shockwave had the only three back at the warship! But if that was the case... and this creature only in stories and legends I'm seeing right in front of me wasn't the work of my hallucinating mind and damaged processor...

"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑰 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑?" 




Authors Note: This is a story about a lesser-developed section of the Main Story to my OC and @ShibaraOndiscord's OC. This book is just a little side adventure for that one, so don't expect this book to be long. (But if any reader would want this book to become something more, go right on ahead and message me and I'll do my best to respond). ALSO: since this AU is more like a Cybertronian, normal body parts are named differently (ex: [Head=Helm] or [Eye=Optic]), but I will write it as Head/Helm so you can decide whichever term you would prefer to use.
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