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Revenge of the Fallen Megatron X2
Shadow CMNDR's Version
Mykltron's modded version
ROTF Rampage by Flix
See more in the repaints forum!
Novawave's G1 Devastator
f90happy's first post features a great Pretender's Bludgeon custom
De Real Transworks-V2 G1 Blaster 1/32
Zildjian's ROTF Nemesis Prime
hinomars19's Alternity Megatron (ish)
mitchsantona's TF Animated Sideburn and Sideswipe
ScreamGhost's Kup and Cosmos
Deludedcon's TF Animated Shockwave
Nightmarehero's "Battle of the Titans"
This month's Fan Fiction brings us a one shot story by resident Fan Fic writer hellkitty giving us a new perspective on a well known Autobot.
Azimuth by hellkitty
Azimuth
Ironhide realized, once again, he had outstripped the rest of the Autobot assault forces that were supposed to be with him. He sighed, slowing to a halt, ducking behind some cover. Again and again he had drilled into them the pace they should run, the importance of covering flanks, interval, everything that a lifetime of military service had settled hardware-deep into his cortex. And still, when it mattered, even when they were trying to retake their own former base, when they not only knew the terrain but knew there were injured waiting for rescue, they failed him. Failed the objective. Frag.
He heard a soft moan from across the corridor. A door hung off its tracks, its surface pitted with impacts that had chipped the paint, the space beyond it flickering in intermittent light. Someone was there. A trap, possibly. Luring him in. Playing on his Autobot sympathies.
Huh. Best way to fox a Decepticon trap was to go in knowing it was a trap. Benefit of having been one. Ironhide combat rolled across the hallway, pressing himself inadequately flat against the wall, risking a peek at the room to get an idea where, if it was a trap, his enemy might hide.
The room was cluttered with desks—a classroom or briefing room, that left way too many places for an enemy to hide. The moan again. It sounded genuine. Eh. He was an Autobot now, and Autobots went to the rescue.
Even if his own Autobot team had fallen behind.....
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