Secrets: The Desertlands by JetfireIsSleepy, literature
Literature
Secrets: The Desertlands
Chapter one: The desertlands
He was waiting for something. What was he waiting for? And why?
The masked Autobot looked out over the bodies of his lost comrades and the bodies of the decepticons they had been up against. He was alone again the lives he was supposed to protect were dead. There had been many deaths and many lives that had only just begun to spark. Why did this sort of thing have to happen to him?
Wreckless moron!
Was that true? What Megatron had said seemed to have sunk in the moment he saw a life of an adolesent laying before him. Dead. As all the others were. Why did he choose to send so many young lives in? He even
Author's note: The OC in this fic is not mine but Sovaaun (https://www.deviantart.com/sovaaun)'s. It was a gift to her.
Her optics were cold, yet firm. Her armor was black, but sleek. She was a rebel, and yet he was weak to her appearence. The vice commander kept an eye on her as she helped the other trainees. Optimus had hired her to go into battle, but the very same day, Smokescreen had called needing help with the students.
The rebeled femme volunteered to go in for them. She was not an autobot, but she knew the ways. Though one would think that it'd be a hard task to train a student that was not of your own alliance, she made it look easy, all most like she was an aut
Secrets: The Desertlands by JetfireIsSleepy, literature
Literature
Secrets: The Desertlands
Chapter one: The desertlands
He was waiting for something. What was he waiting for? And why?
The masked Autobot looked out over the bodies of his lost comrades and the bodies of the decepticons they had been up against. He was alone again the lives he was supposed to protect were dead. There had been many deaths and many lives that had only just begun to spark. Why did this sort of thing have to happen to him?
Wreckless moron!
Was that true? What Megatron had said seemed to have sunk in the moment he saw a life of an adolesent laying before him. Dead. As all the others were. Why did he choose to send so many young lives in? He even
Author's note: The OC in this fic is not mine but Sovaaun (https://www.deviantart.com/sovaaun)'s. It was a gift to her.
Her optics were cold, yet firm. Her armor was black, but sleek. She was a rebel, and yet he was weak to her appearence. The vice commander kept an eye on her as she helped the other trainees. Optimus had hired her to go into battle, but the very same day, Smokescreen had called needing help with the students.
The rebeled femme volunteered to go in for them. She was not an autobot, but she knew the ways. Though one would think that it'd be a hard task to train a student that was not of your own alliance, she made it look easy, all most like she was an aut
I am a veteran FF.net Armada Jetfire story writer. Overall I was well known for writing storys about Jetfire being a loner and doing things his way. I left FF.net for about 7 years because of college but now I'm out and I have a lot more free time. My name is Tilly G. But my friends like the call me Tilly I was born and raised in Switzerland but now I live in Croatia. I'm looking forward to writing again. I like to write about Jetfire in Transformers Armada. I don't like yaoi or when he's with whiney obnoxious OCs that are desperate for his love. If I DO write about OCs, they're not mine and are gives for my friends. {And those friends don't have whiney OCs.}
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