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Broken Jettison, some weak, or well never make it back to Cybertron! Commanded Astrotrain. Energon levels were dangerously low. Astrotrain had used up most of his reserves fending off Autobots during their most recent battle on Earth. An uncomfortable wave of silence spread through all of the Decepticons, as they gazed upon their fallen brethren. These were great men who would have given their lives for the Decepticons cause. Now, they were nothing but dead weight. Every Decepticon knew within their spark that there must be sacrifices made in times of war. Better to lose a few brave men than risk the entire cause.
"Starscream, wait... I still function!" Megatron coughed as he lay in Starscream's arms. Various fluids ran down his face. Oil, grime, and Energon mixed into a seething mass as they dripped down Megatrons once proud visage. Im cold, so very cold
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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