Transformers: Twilight of the Golden Age

“What got him all wound up?” He asks curiously as he gets things ready.


The Angelicons at the Basilica did their work as usual around the place, cleaning and training.

Cargo and Zip look at each other, and answer simultaneously: “Zombies.” (Only Zip actually replied “Zambies”)

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The duocon approaches the display.


Gorge draws a war hammer, and Rupture readies his battleaxe.

“Nemesis Prime ain’t seein’ nobody,” the flying Infernocon informs Dynamo in a hiss.


The capitol city of The Big Apple wasn’t too far off.

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They were behind it

There you are,” the Duocon states as she spots the Micromasters.

“Still got that battle rush going through your veins, eh?” He said as he checked the cakes. “Just a few more minutes.” He says under his breath. He fishes through his pockets again and his eyes light up when he finds something. He pulls out a small Standard Energon Cube and gives it to Refuse.

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They wave

“You lot seem to know your onions, you got some real Aces right here.”

“Alright, come on out from there,” the Duocon requests, relaxing.


Gorge growls.

“I’ll say it again: get lost,” Rupture states.

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“Look mates, take the compliment.”

Much appreciated,” Rupture deadpans.

They did, complying with the duocon

“You guys like Energex? Lemmie buy you blokes some.”

The duocon informs the rest of the guard that the Micromasters have been found.


“What’s Energex?” Gorge wonders.

“You don’t know what Enegex is? Blimey, You’ve been missing out, it’s the bee’s knees.”

They laughed at each other, their lights flashing as the talked

Seraphicon checks the cakes and finds they’re done and pulls them out of the oven.

He sprinkles some garnish on them then plates them. “It’s tea time.” He says to Cargo and Zip as he gets the tea fixings onto the counter.

(@ToaNoah_Wafflemeister)

Cargo takes nibble of his food, and sips of his drink, while Zip scarfs and chugs it down.

“So, who are we saving the world with?” Zip asks, yawning.

“What’s a bee?” Gorge further inquires.


The duocon sighs.


“Well, there’s me,” Refuse says, raising a hand.

“The bee’s knee is a figure of speech, means something that something is absolutely gobsmacking. You know, something fantastic!”