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Now, I don't mind a little swearing or a little violence. If your art has "hell" or "damn" or stuff like that, whatever. But strong language (such as the "f-word") is too much. So keep it down, k? Likewise a little violence is OK, seeing as TF is a story about war, so it's inevitable there are going to be some death/battle scenes. That's fine. However, anything TOO gory will be rejected. When submitting fanfiction, please include a rating in the description and the reason for the rating. This makes it a LOT easier for us, as otherwise we would have to read every single fic submitted.
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OC's are allowed
Yep. Pretty simple.
No romance please. If your OC is merely interacting with a Canon char and there is not meant to be any romance, that's fine. Pretty much any relationship EXCEPT romance is fine, in fact.
Four Calling BirdsFour Calling Birds by Xobit
“Really?” Fireflight asked rhetorically while he glared at his personal terminal. The accursed machine was beeping the merry tune of an incoming spatial call. Again. When he was supposed to be meeting up with Sandstorm on the observation deck for a cube and a chat. But… What if it was his brothers? Or Creators?
He wavered and then huffed, wings drooping.
[Sorry, Sandstorm, I can’t make it but I’ll try and catch up with you later. Got another call… So sorry! I’ll make it up to you, promise!] the Vosian sent, the text barely a thought but so habitual that that was all that was needed. It was more and more often now that they kept in contact that way than through actual face-to-face communication… Fireflight hated it!
[It’s cool, ‘Flight. Just shoot me a message when you’re done and we’ll try to reschedule, alright?] The return text pinged off even as he rather reluctantly sat down and pressed ‘accept
Three French HensThree French Hens by Xobit
Sandstorm knew a trap when he saw one, especially when it came to Fireflight. Obviously, these traps were rarely (but not never) intentional, but they were traps nonetheless. Telltale signs of such subterfuge were words like ‘pretty’ or ‘shiny’, but phrases were the real attention grabbers. Mainly, any conversation that started with, “You should really see this thing I found!” was a good indicator that they were about to end up in some type of trouble.
And he still went along with it. What did that say about him?
Currently, he and the Vosian were flying over some rather menacing looking outcroppings of rock on Omega-217 toward one of these ‘things’ the mech had found. Omega-217 was a recently discovered dwarf planet in an adjacent solar system, and he could honestly say he had never been out this far on the surface of it before. Which begged the question of what Fireflight would be doing out here, but there were more pressing concerns
Two Turtle DovesTwo Turtle Doves by Xobit
“Sandstorm, Sandstorm!” Fireflight’s bubbly voice echoed in the loading bay, demanding the attention of the mech who had just come back with his team with an exuberance that many on the ship had come to expect from the fledgling. He had no mind for any of that though; he wanted to talk to Sandstorm!
In his haste to get to the orange mech, Fireflight nearly collided with another Seeker, whose arms were full of datapads; he only barely dodged under the mech’s wing and gave a halfsparked apology before slamming into his target with all his might. The move almost bowled the massive triple changer over (probably would have if he had had more mass to throw against him) but as it was, he ended up clinging to the Tarnite’s torso with all his limbs, giggling and blabbering questions.
“Did you get to see the green liquid thing? I wasn’t allowed to cross it, it wasn’t in my scouting sector, was it awesome? Cold? Hot? Did it have anything living in i
Partridge in a Pear TreePartridge in a Pear Tree by Xobit
Trees sucked, Fireflight decided as he wiggled again in a fruitless attempt to get free of his new friend, and whined when the strange, soft foliage curled tighter about him. No one had told him that there were trees out there that liked to hug things… Granted, that was why he was on the Axiom now – to find out new things. But, hugging plants? Really…?
Finally, the red and white flier sighed and resigned himself to a simple but depressing fact. He was going to have to call for help. Reluctant even with that knowledge, he turned on his comm. and logged into the primary line to the ship.
–Fireflight to Axiom.– He really didn’t want to make this call, but… Well, the tree was an enthusiastic hugger and he wasn’t getting loose. He’d been trying for almost two joor!
–Fireflight to Axiom, requesting assistance.–
There was a moment of static before a bored voice answered, –This is Axiom, Fireflight. What’s your situa
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