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@  unluckiness : (21 July 2018 - 10:38 PM)

I have the green one and it's more or less okay. One side has louder clicks but it was like that form the get go

@  Shrug : (21 July 2018 - 05:23 PM)

Well, his gold isn't quite the color I associate with GPS and I see little, if any swirling in it. But hip ratchets in gold plastic that loudly clicked once only to be suddenly silenced. Hrmm. Messing with it now, one leg has no ratcheting and the other ratchets at something like 80 degrees apart.

@  Nevermore : (21 July 2018 - 03:37 PM)

I like that figure. :(

@  Nevermore : (21 July 2018 - 03:37 PM)

Please no GPS on HFTD Sea Spray...

@  Darth Gonzo : (21 July 2018 - 03:32 PM)

That moment when you realize GoBots is being talked about more then Transformers.

@  Shrug : (21 July 2018 - 02:11 PM)

Anyone have experience with HFTD Seaspray? I just bought a used one (for a buck!) and all his hip ratchets broke on first movement. Does he just generally have fragile ratchets or is GPS starting?

@  Paladin : (20 July 2018 - 09:24 PM)

Remember it, for it is the last thing you will hear before I *shuffle* EXPRESS MY FEELINGS IN SONG!!!!!!

@  SHIELD Agent 47 : (20 July 2018 - 08:46 PM)

Blitzwing, eh?

@  SHIELD Agent 47 : (20 July 2018 - 08:46 PM)

Huh.

@  wonko the sane? : (20 July 2018 - 06:29 PM)

He leaks his crankcase, then we all catch a few new dents.

@  TheMightyMol... : (20 July 2018 - 02:58 PM)

Quick, somebody put his hand in some warm oil and see what happens.

@  wonko the sane? : (20 July 2018 - 02:25 PM)

Guys, SSSHHHHH. Megatron is passed out right over there, and dude is a MEAN drunk. Don't wake him up.

@  Paladin : (20 July 2018 - 02:04 PM)

*checks Hasbro's offerings* so, never. :(

@  Jetstream C-18 : (20 July 2018 - 01:26 PM)

They're all hugged when Omega Supreme gets back

@  unluckiness : (20 July 2018 - 10:00 AM)

Megatron is hammered! Now, I, Starscream am leader of the Decepticons!

@  wonko the sane? : (20 July 2018 - 09:47 AM)

And megatron is so confused as to why no one is shooting at him anymore that he starts binge drinking.

@  unluckiness : (20 July 2018 - 08:46 AM)

Grimlock eats them for lunch.

@  Paladin : (20 July 2018 - 08:09 AM)

Optimus wants to free the Minicons. Ultra Magnus says it infringes states' rights.

@  wonko the sane? : (20 July 2018 - 08:07 AM)

So... the nicest beings in the universe are fighting with each other?

@  TheMightyMol... : (20 July 2018 - 08:01 AM)

No Decepticons. It's Autobots Civil War.

@  Gryllid : (20 July 2018 - 07:55 AM)

New York Comic Con is in October, maybe there?

@  Nevermore : (20 July 2018 - 05:49 AM)

So.. thus far, Hasbro only revealed Autobots for Siege. Any ideas which show they will reveal the Decepticons at?

@  Nevermore : (20 July 2018 - 05:44 AM)

So where did the "Stege" logo come from? All I can find is Sipher posting it an making fun of it. Where did that inconvenient version originate?

@  Sabrblade : (19 July 2018 - 11:53 PM)

True. But it was due to Transformers' use of the name that Saban at the time couldn't use it.

@  Tm_Silverclaw : (19 July 2018 - 11:38 PM)

But that's not necessarily a reference, just an attempt to use "Technobable" name.

@  Sabrblade : (19 July 2018 - 10:57 PM)

It's not Power Rangers, but Saban's VR Troopers was originally going to be titled "Cybertron".

@  Tm_Silverclaw : (19 July 2018 - 09:26 PM)

@paladin Energon would be too obvious. That's why I like Ore-13. It's not overt.. but still a nice nod.

@  Paladin : (19 July 2018 - 08:05 PM)

the original Sentai called it "Enetron." all they have to change is ONE LETTER.

@  Tm_Silverclaw : (19 July 2018 - 06:26 PM)

@saberblade True.. But I don't know.. I just want something simple like the "Energy source" in Beast Morphers to be Ore-13 or something like that.

@  Sabrblade : (19 July 2018 - 05:41 PM)

@Tm_Silverclaw: Operation Overdrive did have a weapon called the "Transtech Armor" ;)

@  SHIELD Agent 47 : (19 July 2018 - 04:49 PM)

*sigh* This is going to be a long subline.

@  SHIELD Agent 47 : (19 July 2018 - 04:49 PM)

I already hate the overuse of "STEGE".

@  Tm_Silverclaw : (19 July 2018 - 04:16 PM)

I just want Power Ranger refferenes in TF and Vice versa now.

@  Onyxstrike : (19 July 2018 - 11:32 AM)

I think Hasbro might be after more than just my money this time around with these reveals.

@  Otaku : (18 July 2018 - 02:39 PM)

@TheMightyMollusk Thanks for clarifying.

@  TheMightyMol... : (18 July 2018 - 12:34 PM)

@Otaku, most people were oblivious. The smart ones did their emergency shopping the day before, so there wasn't much left anyway.

@  MEDdMI : (18 July 2018 - 09:37 AM)

@wonko Only happened a few times and I don't remember the exact details, but yeah.

@  Otaku : (18 July 2018 - 08:06 AM)

@TheMightyMollusk Is that really the same thing? I mean, it is if the people were casually shopping and oblivious to the danger to them or the employees of the store, but if they were desperately trying to get needed supplies themselves... or am I just supposed to be smart enough to know you wouldn't have brought it up if it wasn't the former? >_<

@  wonko the sane? : (18 July 2018 - 07:59 AM)

Okay, what? I've had to explain why the TV wouldn't work when the power is out to children, but never to an adult in their right mind.

@  MEDdMI : (18 July 2018 - 07:44 AM)

*When I worked at the cable call center, some people wondered why their TV wouldn't work when there was an outage...

@  MEDdMI : (18 July 2018 - 07:43 AM)

w

@  TheMightyMol... : (18 July 2018 - 03:11 AM)

We had people still trying to shop while we were being pushed by state police to shut the store down due to flooding. The police finally had to help herd them out.

@  MEDdMI : (17 July 2018 - 07:36 PM)

Or working for an airline and people complaining about not being able to take off in severe weather, and expecting us to know when the bad weather will end. *points at window*

@  MEDdMI : (17 July 2018 - 07:34 PM)

Outages/fire alarms are fun when you work retail and people complain that they can't keep shopping.

@  Echowarrior : (17 July 2018 - 07:11 PM)

Outages occasionally happened at the fulfillment center I used to work at. Never fun.

@  Nevermore : (17 July 2018 - 04:51 PM)

Apparently the early shift (i.e. those who didn't participate in the walkout) were sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for power to return, while the late shift couldn't even enter the building.

@  wonko the sane? : (17 July 2018 - 04:18 PM)

Oh, wow. I thought the news about the website outtage would have been the topper, but that pretty much wins.

@  Nevermore : (17 July 2018 - 04:14 PM)

Whoopsie.

@  Nevermore : (17 July 2018 - 04:14 PM)

First the union called for a two-day strike yesterday, and then today the entire city where the Amazon warehouse I work at is located apparently had a power outage.

@  Nevermore : (17 July 2018 - 04:14 PM)

So,uh. Seems like Amazon's Prime Day really didn't go well this year.


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#1 ZacWilliam1

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Posted 08 July 2011 - 04:25 PM

In the late days of the war the Autobots built a ship unlike any other, to carry their last hope to the stars. Though the ship was lost, it and its crew were destined to rise again. The crew of the Ark were to become legends all. But before that fated flight, on Cybertron, they were merely everyday Autobots, who could not begin to guess that they were living out their last days in those ages long past…


Last Days Long Past
Brawn




Two small figures moved through the dark alleys of Iacon.

“This doesn’t look like the way to Maccadam’s.”

“You’re good Heft. Prime should make you a scout.”

“Brawn, why doesn’t this look like the way to Maccadam’s?”

“Take a guess, Heft.”

“Is it because you’re dragging me to another slagging Lobber Dive? Because I’m pretty sure I said `never again’ after we were arrested and thrown in the brig when you started a riot at the last one.”

“C’mon, it’ll put some spark in your wires. You’ll thank me later.”

Brawn stopped in front of two large, pitted metal doors. A multitude of dents bent the doors outward, as if something heavy had collided with it on the inside. The walls on either side showed similar bulges in the metal, above the doors hung a rusty sign with a crude picture.

“The Driller’s Balls?” Heft read, disbelief heavy in his voice, “Really?”

Brawn just smiled at his friend and threw his arms wide to slam open both doors.

“Barkeep! Give us two tankards of your strongest ener-stout!”

Heft shook his head and then followed Brawn into the dimly lit and fume-filled bar. Much like the outside, the inside had seen better days. Broken tables, cobbled booths and rickety stools filled the left side of the room. At the back a rusty bar followed the wall. The right side of the room was open space. That was why they were here.

All of it had seen better days really, and that included the patrons: most seemed to have begun life as large scale industrial bots. Now they were Autobot warriors. The kind that fought hard, drank hard, and played too rough not to get thrown out of Maccadam’s so often it wasn’t worth going back. As Heft walked among the tables he quickly realized they all also had one other thing in common: they were huge. As subterranean demolition workers Heft and Brawn were compact to begin with, among the smaller minibots out there. Here they’d be lucky to come up to the waist of most of these robots.

He heard one hulking, booming bot voice laugh and make a minicon joke as its owner pointed in their direction. This was not going to be a good place to start a bar fight and Brawn almost always started a bar fight…

Heft looked ahead and saw his friend had already found a place at the bar. He hurried to catch up. Brawn was nursing his drink and looking over at the cleared lobbing court that filled the right side of the room. A number of metal balls of varying sizes filled racks against the far wall. Two huge mechs were standing in a long rectangle marked on the floor and sending a metal ball nearly the same size as Heft flying back and forth between them with building force.

One, a big dual cannoned bot that was more tank than robot, his head nearly invisible atop his massive frame, caught the ball with one hooked appendage. He wound back and launched it right back towards his opponent, a tall red gladiator. The ball blurred in the air. Lobbing was a simple game. Take a metal ball and heavy as possible and throw it back and forth as hard as possible until someone missed, broke, or was knocked out of the play area.

The red bot caught the lob and sent it back effortlessly. This time the tank-bot didn’t move quite quick enough and the ball smashed into his left shoulder. The shoulder shattered into scrap metal. The arm went flying and the large robot crashed down onto his back.

Next to the two minibots the barkeep rang a bell. “Big Red wins again! Big Red is the winner! Better luck next time Tulcas.”

Several bots dragged Tulcas from the court to a table and propped him up with a drink. One of them was even thoughtful enough to grab up what was left of his arm and lean it next to the chair. Meanwhile, Big Red had collected a small crowd of his own friends who slapped him on the back and offered him drinks. He raised his arms in victory and yelled a bragging challenge to the room.

Brawn put down his tankard and stood up.

“Brawn, no!” Heft quickly put down his own tankard and followed his friend away from the bar. “We just got here! I haven’t even gotten to finish my drink yet!”

It was no use. Brawn walked right up to Big Red’s cheering crowd. None of them had even noticed the stout little figure.

“Hey. I got winner.”

They went quiet at the voice and stared for a moment at the small green and orange robot who’d just spoken. Brawn looked up at them from just over knee height. Then they did what bigger bots usually did when this happened, and burst out laughing. Heft cringed inwardly. That was that.

Brawn just stood there for a moment, smiling up at them all.

“So you’re afraid to lob a few with a simple minibot? I’m sorry, I thought I was talking to an Autobot warrior. Didn’t realize this was a protoform playground. My mistake.”

That stopped the laughing.

“Guess you guys are the ones who joined our side ‘cause you were too wussie for even the Decepticons. Ah well…”

“What did you just say, microchip?” sputtered Red.
Heft had been in more fights in the two vorns since he met Brawn than in the entire Great War before that point. The percentage of them that had been bar fights that began exactly this way was troubling to say the least, but he knew the drill. When Brawn gave him “the look” he turned to the rest of the bar and started taking all bets, be they energon chips or free drinks.

Brawn had taken his place at the far end of the lobbing court.

“Well, Little Yellow, I asked if you were gonna lob or not.”

With a growl the large robot shook free from his friends, downed his energon, and tossed the tankard away. He walked over to the wall (“Don’t do it,” Heft thought) and heaved up one of the largest balls there. Big Red needed two hands and obvious effort to lug the monstrous ball back to the court. It was at least three times the size of Brawn’s entire body. That choice of ball might as well have been a fusion cannon. Heft felt a twinge of pity, but the cruel smile on Big Red’s lips ended that quickly enough.

Big Red began to sprint forward; his whole body pivoted 360 degrees at the waist. Once, twice, faster and faster and launching the ball like a guided missile.

The ball ripped through the air. The whole bar had gone quiet and time seemed to crawl. Every optic traced the balls path toward the tiny, soon to be obliterated, robot in its path. In his head the Bartender was already doing the math to figure what it would cost to repair the wall behind Brawn.

Only Heft noticed the docking clamps in Brawn’s feet engage the ground. They were meant to brace workers during demolition explosions. They would keep Brawn from being knocked off the court, but what was coming next was all muscle. Only Heft showed no nervousness as the ball whipped across the room. Knowing what was coming made it hard not to smile.

Oblivion arrived.

Brawn reached out one hand and snatched the rogue planetoid from the air before him like it was made of tin foil. The room was as quiet as a tomb. Several robots rebooted their optics to be sure of what they were seeing.

Brawn paused a minute to let what had happened sink in. Then he pivoted his shoulder and held the titanic metal ball, maybe closer to four times his size in truth, up above his head with one hand. He smiled his biggest, laziest smile.

“Good throw, friend. Now it’s my turn.”





Several hours later Heft drained his tankard. He added it to the crowd of free empties that now crowded the bar counter around him. Among them were scattered a number of full energon purses and stacks of glowing chips: his nights winnings from those who were still dumb or drunk enough to bet against Brawn after that first little stunt.

The evening was running long now and the Driller had mostly emptied out. The last few bots nursed the dregs of their drinks and muttered in the shadows. Normally this would be the time to call it a night. Except… one challenger refused to surrender the lobbing court.

Battered, dented and chipped, Big Red stood across from Brawn for the fifth time that night.

“Doublerrrr Nuthhhin!” he yelled. It was hard to tell if the wobble in his stance and slur in his voice were a sign of drunkenness or concussion.

Brawn looked doubtful.

“I think I’ve drunk my fill tonight, and I don’t think you have the energon chips left to cover your mouth. Time to go sleep it off!”

‘“Beg Rid doesn’t lose at lobberin’! Doublerrrr Nuthhin!”

“Maybe next time, friend.” Brawn turned and started to leave the court. Anger lit Big Red’s face.

“Why’d you do this, huh?! Why’d you come in here to do…” Big Red gestured wildly across some imaginary carnage covering the court, “THIS, to your fellow Autobots, huh?”

Though Red couldn’t see it, Heft noticed the first frown of the night darken his friend’s face.

“Because I was looking for a challenge. My mistake.”

As Brawn began to walk away again, Red suddenly straightened and started searching himself frantically.

“Here! Here, I got a challenge for you!”

He pulled an electronic data pad out and held it up. Even from across the room the bright orange glyph of a triple-classified, High Command security order could be seen.

“I gots special orders! New mission, super secret, from Prime himself! Have a friend in Operations, got me the assignment. Haven’t even activated the packet yet. Supposed to be ‘Change da course of the war’ stuff. Death, danger, an’ Decepticons enough to make your career! How’s that for a bet!” He held the packet up high, like Brawn had the first lobbed ball. “Doublerrrr Nuthin’!”

Heft was sitting up and swearing to himself.

He looked around frantically, not sure if he was hoping for no one to have seen what was happening or for someone to tackle Big Red and stop it. Slagheap! Even seeing a classified packet like that could get them all court marshaled faster than they could transform. What idiot had thought giving that sort of order to this engine block was a good idea?

“Put that away.” Brawn replied seriously.

Instead, Big Red threw to packet down on the ground and transformed his hand into a huge fusion cannon. He’d lost it.

“How about this then, huh, you rust stain? I bet you’re a Decepticon spy anyway. Come to show me up and steal my MISSION! Bet you crawl home to Soundwave’s chest at night, don’t ya, Shorty!”

Brawn turned and started to walk slowly back to the court.

“Brawn, don’t.” Heft warned. He could see the addled crazy in the bigger robot’s optics.

The only response was a terse, “I got this.”

Brawn continued to walk, slowly the full length of the court. The barrel of Red’s cannon arm waved around unsteadily but generally in Brawn’s direction. This wasn’t like lobbing, Heft knew, that cannon would blow Brawn to cinders.

“Comin’ to apologize?” the larger robot slurred.

“No,” and suddenly Brawn was sprinting. With a flying leap he was running up the barrel of the cannon itself, and then burst out with an even more powerful leap and a titanic roundhouse punch slammed into Big Red’s jaw.

With the sound of a collapsing building the big robot went down hard. Brawn landed standing atop his chest.

“That was for calling me `Shorty.’”

As Heft clapped despite himself, Brawn walked over and picked up the classified data packet.

Heft watched his friend.

“You’re not actually thinking of opening that are you?”

Brawn nodded towards the unconscious Red. “He’s in no shape to. Wouldn’t trust a glitch head like that to be part of a war changing mission, but wouldn’t want it to go understaffed either.” Before Heft could argue he placed his thumb on the activation scanner. “Don’t tell anyone, ok?”

There was a flicker in the air and a holographic image of Optimus Prime appeared above the unit.

“Greetings, brave Autobot soldier. You have been chosen as a member of a most important mission.” The image of a huge starship appeared. “This is the Ark. She is our last, best hope…”

Brawn smiled as the voice continued. Now THIS looked like a challenge…



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-ZacWilliam, Brawn was my first Transformer, so I’ll always have a soft spot for him, but this is the first time I’ve ever written him. It was… fun. icon-hotrod.gif

Edited by ZacWilliam1, 01 August 2013 - 09:45 PM.

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#2 Freddycon

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Posted 09 July 2011 - 05:47 AM

Very nice! Loved how Brawn lives up to his name and makes a case for never underestimating the little bot!

Edited by Freddycon, 11 July 2011 - 05:19 AM.


#3 ZacWilliam1

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Posted 09 July 2011 - 07:07 AM

Awesome. Very glad you liked it. icon-hotrod.gif

This one was fun to write, since Brawn is just a fun upbeat sort of character. He had some great 1 liners in the G1 toon and I tried to capture that personality as well as his signiture strength.


Thanks again for taking a minute to respond. It's very much appreciated. Like I think I said last time, it gets really discuraging to post a story and not get any replies at all. (Even critisism would be better than just nothing, you know?). Especially when it's something you really enjoyed doing, like this one.

So, really glad you enjoyed it, and hope you check out the next one too.


-ZacWilliam, not yet decided which Ark Crew Minibot to do now... anyone out there have a suggestion who'd they most like to see next?

Edited by ZacWilliam1, 09 July 2011 - 07:08 AM.

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Posted 11 July 2011 - 05:20 AM

Maybe Cliffjumper? Would be interesting to see what makes him so eager for a fight 99% of the time, and to see how you take on his attitude.

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Posted 14 August 2011 - 10:35 AM

Read it (cuz I saw the link in your 'up in the middle of the night' thread). Brawn's one of my favorite G1 Bots and the second Transformer costume I ever made (after G1 Bumblebee).

Great story! There's no new side of Brawn that was shown cuz, well, I'm pretty sure this is how he'd always be. Bruiser, no longer quite needs to prove his size. He didn't even really lose his temper. Felt kinda sorry for Big Red (I know it's common but did you have to use the Pixar Cars fire engine name? LOL) since he was damaged and probably drunk by the end of it. Weird that he's only transform his arm. I imagine this would be like those extra weapons of the G1-ers.

Who's Heft? I'm imagining him as Huffer for some reason. Huffer's also one of the strongest mini bots there is (he said so Island of the Dinobots 2 parter ep I think).

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Posted 14 August 2011 - 04:31 PM

I'm glad I followed that sig link, too. I love civilian-stuff stories, and this one is spot-on. Never thought of Brawn as being arrogant, but he wears it well. And I particularly love Heft, whether or not he shows up again; you get a sense he's spent their entire lives being the token "No Brawn, Don't Do That" voice that simply must accompany him everywhere. icon-fire.gif

And I second Cliffy as a suggestion. I too want to know how he became all "shoot first, thinking optional."

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#7 ZacWilliam1

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Posted 17 August 2011 - 02:57 PM


Thanks for reading and responding guys. icon-hotrod.gif You really made my day.

I was dragging my legs a bit on the next one (which WILL be Cliffjumper) because I hadn't had too much feedback on the first two and was feeling just a little bit discouraged. Looking last night and finding new feedback on both of them was a great surprise.

As for questions, I decided to use Big Red because the "Big" made him seem a good foil for the small strongman Brawn, but the name wasn't my doing of course, so no offense meant to the quiet Pixar truck. Tulcas is the unused Dorvac toy of course.

And Heft was my creation because I needed an "average" miner to Watson to Brawn's pugnacious Holmes. The name just seemed right and sounded like it fit with G1 minibots like Huffer. I actually like their "chemistry" a lot.


-ZacWilliam, really perked up by the reader response and hopping to knock out the Cliffjumper spotlight soon.
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