works in progress

here are some ideas that I've been working with and some images of the already established characters.

Highspool
Alignment: Autobot(ex member)
Weapons: Drill, Rivet gun

Stretch (pre-rebuild)
Alignment: Highspools gang  Autobot(off and on)
Weapons: extender arms, scatter guns

Tsundere (Female)
Alignment: Highspools gang
Weapons: Energon sickels, EMP shotgun

Boulevard
Alignment: Highspools gang
Weapons: Revolver collider, Energon dagger

Razorwreck
Alignment: Solo
Weapons: Energon Katana, Super collider

so whats his name? "Atocine"

So here is the first part of the adding characters to my transformers list.

Name: Atocine
Alignment: Decepticon
Waste management vehicle (front loader garbage truck)
weapons: Energon fork blades, twin heavy repeaters, energon axe.
body art: 'Decepticorp Autobot corpse collector'
Decepticon purple and black (with lots of rust)

Information retrieval, and multi-enemy combat.  havent got much for personality at the moment except that he is very OCD, if he drops his garbage in combat he'll prioritize putting it back, all embarrassed about it too.

when in vehicle form he can crush cars (or more preferably autobots) with his garbage crusher system, making him infamous for slow deaths.

In robot form he has an issue of oil spilling from his mouth, so it looks like he's drooling. it irritates him a lot.
(perhaps a victim of BP in current events? I'm just kidding)

now... the problem I have is... what do I name him? I dont have any good ideas.  nothing has had a good flow to me. I'll work on it, ideas are welcome (that also goes for other transformers too)

thats about it... till next time

Dreaming in Digital (Bleeding Rose)

Here I am, standing in a snow covered field.  there was a ship lying on is side, a single object of any worth, everything else was just a barren wasteland.  I could hear a voice in the back of my mind.

"tell us Dakka, what is it that you see right now?"

"I see a ship, an old tanker of some sort just sitting here like it had sunk decades ago, it makes me wonder if this was the bottom of a lake" their was chatter in the back of my head, voices talking to each other.

"what do you desire to do Dakka?" I was cold out in the field, I had little clothing and the frigid wind was killer.

"I want to go inside the ship" I proceeded to do so.  the inside would be hard to walk around in but I'm confident that it wont be an issue.  I stepped atop the deck, various colors of the rust spectrum had dominated the once light blue the crew walked upon.  it was slicker than I thought, I had to time my movements to get to a door I saw just a few yards away.

I made it, out of breath and cold I managed to get the handle.  I swung with the door and got a foot in the arch of the door.  the delicate balance was hard to maintain but I managed to get in.  I stumbled when I got in, it was like the gravity had shifted upright in the ship, but that wasnt all there was, the innards were clean, like they had been kept up this whole time.  Walking around there wasnt a soul to see.  as I got closer to the center I could hear music, a piano.

"whats going on?" the voices asked me.

"the inside, its so luxurious.  no rust or anything of the sort, its a cruise ship of the most expensive kind" more chatter between the voices.

"what will you do?"

"I'm curious as to the music I hear, I'm investigating it" I held a hand out to the wall, the paint was a little rough as my hand slid across the black and gold accents.  as I got closer the music became familiar.  I stood staring at a door 'grand hall lvl 2' the piano was right behind this door.  I grabbed the brass accent and opened the door with caution.

"honey I'm home" i saw who was at he piano and jerked from being startled.  it was a floating representation of the cybernetics in my body.  the wires that went to the exposed plugs on the surface of my skin shaped to resemble my arms, legs and torso.  the many metal replacements was higher than I imagined. a yellow and red spine was glowing a deep purple through many of the over armored pieces.  I looked at myself, the plugs and other exposed parts were all missing like how I was before that horrible surgery.  the cyborg skeleton that was at the piano stopped.  it turned to look at me, it didnt seem natural.  all the metal work in the head was at the back.

a chill went down my spine, this didnt seem right, this was wrong.  I looked around the room and found other metal bodies floating around.  one was Breech, it was obvious from the heavy work in the arms, chest and head.  the eyes were the same as Breech's, a complete blank but filled with experience that belonged to Breech and no one else.

there was another. just an arm.  Ratchet was a total nut case.  the level of work she's done to herself for a cybernetic arm was immense.  there was another metal body in the room.

this body was an absolute work of art for a cyborg body, it looked like a real human replica down to the musculatory system.  Such a beautiful piece but... also a cage. I think its a very nice looking cage for a soul to live in, alone and afraid.  but the question was killing me, who is it? it couldn't be Delta, his body isnt so... fine and feminine.  could it be MooK? or even Levan? those were the suspects i could think of, the frame was small enough it could be either of them.

the voices started to come up again, they started to fade away, the words turned to static and music. my metal self wasnt playing the piano though, in fact it and the other chassis were surrounding me, I felt threatened, the door behind me snapped shut and I couldnt do anything to break it open.  a hand grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.  the fist of the unknown body was about to strike me, everything around me went into a twist of tye-dye before reverting to wire frame.  my psyco-analysis for grinder piloting was complete.

"do you want the good news or the bad news Dakka?"

"the bad news?"

"the bad news is... you get to go out and get shot at again"

"and the good?"

"you get the benefit of piloting a grinder to protect you. your evaluation went well" the analyst was fighting off Ratchet who looked eager to view the instrument cluster.

"are you guys able to see what i see when I'm in the machine?"

"no, why? did you see something strange, a glitch?" I wasnt sure how to explain what I saw at the end, I figured it was better to just keep to myself.

"the... sky... it looked a little too blue"

"Hmm... we'll have to look into the workings a little more, anyway your free to go"  I had to get rid of this suit they made me wear.  I stepped into the adjoined room and put my catsuit and coat back on.

Back at the combat carrier I made my way to Kata's room, I wanted to ask her if she knew something about that unknown body.  I knocked.

"you can enter" muffled from the other side.

"Dakka, do you need something?"

"Kata, I wanted to ask you something, while I was in my analysis, I saw these floating representations of our cybernetic implants.  Mine, Breech's, Ratchet's, and someone else's that i wasnt aware of. is there a Rose with an almost complete body replacement?" Kata didnt look happy to be asked this.  she started darting her vision around her desk.

"dont start with the nervous ticks, just tell me what i want to know or tell me to get out"

"alright just cool down.  now let me get this straight, you saw what your cybernetics look like along with some others that look like the other Roses.  What I would like to know is how you know just how their represented within the body" Kata stood up and looked out the porthole behind her.

"unless what you see is what you want to think is what they look like..." Kata looked back at me.

"its too complicated to try to pinpoint. anyways" Kata pulled a tablet from her computer and tossed it to me.  I scrolled through the information.

"wait... thats who owns it? of all the people to have a body... like that" I looked up at the ceiling.

"the percentage is so extreme its closer to a grinder classification than a cyborg"

"Dakka, this information is not to be discussed with anyone, I showed it to you because I trust you.  we've been through a lot so I felt it was the right thing to do"

"Kata, this... this is incredible.  I dont know what to say"

"dont say anything, not a thing"

An Absolute Necessity

Are you a writer?

If so then this is a book you will NEED in order to write with a higher level of skill.  the first half of the book is like an autobiography by Steve about him growing up and becoming a writer.  and the second half is about improving your skill as a writer, if you want to be effective in any type of work relative to writing then its important you go out and get this and read it, then read it again after a while.  rinse and repeat.

this has taken such an impact on my style that I go back and read my old work and feel the urge to rip my guts out "what is this garbage?!" "wow I was terrible at this back then" its so bad I cant read it, if I did I would  end up redoing it all over again (and lets face it... thats a lot of work)

get this book if you are a writer of ANY sort, you can thank me later.

Phlebotinum rebel (Fan fiction/City of Villains)

Paragon city, a city of heroes. Eddge Striker was far from a hero though. as far as she was concerned, getting back at the government that threw her in the ditch was the single motivator. not that she would get there lying in a hospital bed, subjected to a agonizing and slow death. sent back home after a major incident during a behind the curtain operation with the military. she was caught in a bio-chemical explosion that took a toll on her body. the body is capable of recovering from many types of injury, but if that ability is eliminated, the body will fall apart like autumn leaves. the doctor came in the room, short and bald, not what a normal doctor looks like. he was more of that hollywood mad scientist type, interlaced fingers and dark snicker to match. me sympathized with Eddge regarding her fall in status. her condition was perfect for a 'secret project' the doctor had been working on in secret. he said.

"if you help me, I can make you more than you ever imagined becoming" the doctor had explained to her a suit that was a mobile life support system, just what she needed. she had hours left and living on borrowed time didn't seem like a bad deal.

"have you ever had second degree burns all over your body? double that for a few days and the sacrifice will fail in comparison to whats to be gained" he wasn't kidding. a few days felt more like weeks of being operated on. cyberization, bio engineering, applied phlebotinum, all the technical jargon just started fitting into the category of the simulation of second degree burns.

a week passed and Eddge was now capable of standing up. when all was said and done she had found herself wearing her new skin over her old body. it was explained to her that the suit was fused to her on a scale that removal was not an option... ever, as far as she was concerned it felt like she was wearing a thin body suit, but on the inside most of it had been integrated into her muscle and bone structure.

"all unnecessary organs and such have been removed, such as your whole reproductive system, your lungs and liver all removed or replaced with better components. your in a constant state of rapid healing so all every possible tool has been implemented into her construction.

"all this is over my head you know" Eddge had to explain.

"have you seen star wars?"

"yes"

"your Darth Vader, a human encased inside a mobile hospital, though your much more advanced than he is... for the most part"

"meaning..."

"which means that like him, you need filtered air, which is why we're in this room, its supplied with what you need, unlike him, you can still operate in unfiltered environments at the sacrifice of ability, you will be sluggish"

"great..."

"but like him you are also very strong, and your not weighted down by armor. your the most advanced hybrid human on the continent"

"you say that like i'm not the only one"

"wishful thinking will get us nowhere" the doctor turned around and produced a helmet of black, grey, and green colors, similar to the color scheme of the suit Eddge now wore. it looked like a hybrid of a gas mask and a futuristic motorcycle helmet.

"now that isnt a new dress, consider yourself naked right now, get clothes that work. and as of now you work for me"

"work for you? piss off!"

"A: you have a grudge with the government, I do too. B: I have installed a restraining bolt in your spine work, think of it as an off switch for all the work I've done. And C: you couldn't possibly maintain that body without me around"

"whats your beef with the Goverment?"

"lets just say the Government stabbed me in the back"

Out to Sea (Bleeding Rose)

Hot, it was so hot. There was not a single cloud in the sky and the sun was working more like an oven. The Roses were feeling pretty miserable within their combat carrier, floating out at sea. There had been no work for almost a month. Corporations and Governments were at a stand still, not much could be done. Kata had been gone for two weeks with Levan and Neutral organization.

"too... hot, I'm dying" Dakka fanned herself as she lay across the floor of the vehicle level. MooK dragged herself out of another car, empty on gas. MooK opened the door of the next car and started it up.

"a quarter of a tank, wont last long" MooK felt defeated. Every car she had gotten into was less than a quarter tank full. Breech was very good at keeping the fuel low on everything.

"hey MooK... do you think the Grim Reaper has a full tank? that is Breech's pride and joy"

"Even if it does, she wont open it"

"not... if I have something to say" Dakka attempted to stand up, her PP2000 wrapped in her chest holster, she was weak to the point she couldn't undo the holster. after a minor attempt to get her gun she gave up and slapped her hands on the floor.

"Oh... forget it" MooK just looked at Dakka as she lay there. Maybe if she talked to Breech she would let them in.

"i'll be right back Dakka, I'll see if she'll let us in" MooK made her way up to the main deck, passing Ratchet as she blew past with tools. The Combat carrier's prototype engine was out of proper operating range and had to be repaired. therefore the engines lack of power meant no conditioned air or refrigeration.

The main deck of the carrier was more active than expected. MooK watched as Eddge and Breech both practicing. Eddge was swinging around a sword that was bigger than any sword should be. odds were good that it was some form of Anti-Grinder weaponry. Breech on the other hand was operating a more tame weapon. A sniper rifle of respectable size.

"hey, Breech... uh... can me and Dakka get into one of your nice cars? this heat is killing us" Breech fired a shot off into the ocean, she rolled over and looked at MooK.

"yo MooK whats going on?" Breech took off her head gear and adjusted her bangs.

"uh... like I said, we want to get into one of your nice cars so we can escape this heat" Breech's smile faded a little, she loved her cars, so odds were she wasn't too excited at the idea of them being used this way.

"Dakka put you up to this didn't she..." she took a deep breath and let it out as a long, loud sigh.

"alright, c'mere I need your help" MooK knelt down next to breech and stood in front of a scope on a tripod.

"what's this?"

"that scope is for spotters, I need you to tell me the information that pops up, these new models are nicer than the old ones. MooK read off the information to Breech and she adjusted the scope on her rifle.

"what are you shooting at? I dont see anything" Breech fired a shot into the ocean.

"hit" said MooK reading off the information in the scope. Breech fired again.

"hit" Breech fired again.

"hit" Breech dumped the empty magazine. MooK saw a glint in the corner of her eye, a bullet was flipping end over end. Breech caught the round and loaded it into the breech. She fired again.

"miss"

"DAMMITALL" Breech leapt up and started jumping up and down. Eddge looked over and started to snicker. Breech pulled her sidearm and shot in the direction she missed.

"Breech! what's wrong?"

"I've been practicing that move forever, still can't get it right" Breech stopped to breath for a moment.

"hey... its hot out here... lets get down to the vehicle level and cool off, I know where we can relax and have a nice drink" Breech and MooK collected all the equipment and put it back in armory.

"hey Breech, what was out there you were shooting at?"

"the body of an old car thats no good to us. I put some targets on it for practice"

"how far out was it? I couldn't even see it"

"our scopes aren't powerful enough to see it, the targeting data in your scope could tell I hit it based on the chips in the targets themselves" Breech was playing with a handheld device.

"whats that?"

"this is important for all snipers, a record of every shot I've ever made. The guns I've used, the types of ammunition, the targets I've hit... the ones I've missed" she scrolled down the device and reviewed the information.

"its very nice to have nowadays, my cybernetics in my eyes and arms add lots of the information for me in real time" Breech said. MooK looked into Breech's eyes. They weren't natural looking anymore, they had a whole different feeling, an emptiness that had a wholeness to it. Black and vacant but still full of something MooK couldn't put her finger on.

They enter the vehicle level, it felt hotter there than anywhere else. Dakka was lingering over Breech's favorite car with a wrench in her hand. Breech pulled her sidearm.

"do it and you die bitch!" Dakka turned so slow you swear you could hear what sounded like rust grinding against rust.

"cold... air, its so close I can feel the back of my neck tingle" Breech holstered her gun and snatched the wrench away.

"funny you say that, considering theres a big hole in the back of your neck" She grabbed Dakka's arm and dragged her towards a box truck, MooK followed behind. Breech turned a valve on a hidden fuel cell in the truck and started it up after a few minutes the box started to get cold.

"what kind of truck is this?" MooK held her hands in front of a blower.

"a refrigerated truck for food transportation, and now its mine" Dakka looking high on the chill rocks her head around to look at Breech.

"I, as of this moment... love you Breech"

"that hits me where I live Dakka... for real" Dakka didnt care if there was sarcasm in Breech's line she was happy to be so cold. Breech opened a cooler full of drinks and passed them around. the three of them relaxed for about an hour before the fuel cell went dry. they stepped out just as the carrier engines came back up. the girls celebrated as Ratchet stepped in.

"we got power in here?" she said. Ratchet was buried head to toe in oil, carbon deposits, scratches, and burns. but she had a smile like she had just earned a gold medal.

"hell yeah we do, your awesome Ratchet" Dakka clapped as she walked towards the dirty mechanic. Ratchet exploded as unspent energy discharged from her body.

"that was the coolest thing evar! you guys should have seen it, those engines are a work of art I'm telling ya" she inhaled and held out her exhale as she spoke.

"it... was... sexay" she pulled out her pipe and lit up.

"now that the engines are back up we should our location and status" Breech said as she made for the tower. the computers were auto adjusting and recalibrating as they entered.

"looks like we've drifted quite a bit since we went down, no ships for thirty miles" the main phone started to ring and Dakka answered.

"yellow? Kata! we haven't heard from" Dakka stopped talking, whatever Kata was saying must have been urgent. Dakka looked excited they must have a mission waiting for them.

"hell yeah Kata thats great news, we're awaiting your return. what? no, c'mon you should know us better than that... yeah... yeah. by the way the carriers engines went down again... yeah... the great Ratchet saved our asses again with her kickass skills" MooK looked over at Ratchet who was standing proud, wearing the grease and grime as a reward for her work.

"alright, we'll be here... see ya" Dakka hung up and looked at the others.

"whats up? you looked kinda concerned" Breech said. Dakka walked to the intercom.

"attention Roses, Kata is on her way back. That means SUPER ULTRA CLEANUP-SO-WE-DONT-DIE-MODE... ACTIVATE" Dakka sped from the tower and started collecting dirty laundry from the floor as she went. MooK and the others started mopping the decks and sweeping the halls. garbage was sliding into bags while underwear was hunted down.

hours later they had cleaned every square inch of the combat carrier. All the Roses were cleaned up and ready for Kata's return. The pavelow could be seen floating over the setting sun. it landed on the deck of the carrier and Kata shuffled out, Levan right behind her.

The Roses stood at attention as Levan walked over.

"as you were lady's" she said. Levan was the most important member of Neutral organization, being the single political representative for all Neutrals. her usual bouncy and spunky self was acting quite tame at the moment.

"you girls are looking good you know. Kata, we'll talk later. you have your mission" Levan left with haste and Kata was looking smug.

"Breech" she said.

"yes ma'am" Breech replied as she stepped forward.

"I suggest you get to work training MooK, you two will be spearheading our next mission"

The Rose of War (Bleeding Rose)

Here I am standing in the center

War, us humans have been at war many times. For land, for love, for freedom. War, war never changes, years past I was taught that people used to fight with primitive weapons like spears and arrows, nothing like what we use today. This tool in my hand, its been designed for use in war, nothing else. The Grinder behind me protecting someone I love and care for, its also made for war. The person inside it, she loves war. The person ahead of me, she has augmented her body for war, she is her own weapon.

Here I am standing in the center.

I did not choose to fight this war, war decided that for me. Why? I'm not sure how to answer that. A voice echoes through me, this tool of mine will be put to use now. I pull up the sleeve of the coat made for war, remove ammunition made for war, place them in the tool for war and remove the safety. The grinder behind me, its tools for war prime for the war about to take place. The person inside it widened eyes and toothed smile, her love for war was rising. The person ahead of me, she readies her body, her weapon for war.

Here I am standing in the center.

Men exit the place made for war, we stare them down with our tools of war, as they stare us down with theirs. A voice echoes and the air turns pink. Pink is the color of war, and I must make sure the pink doesn't come from me. The grinder behind me it does not generate the pink. The person inside it however is capable of creating the pink. I must not let that happen. the person ahead of me, her augmented body does not create pink, her color is more suitable for war. She leaps for the men and creates the pink air.

Here I am standing in the center.