Living in the firehouse with their human companions seemed more normal now, in a strange way.
Stepping inside the communications room, Chase walked up to the controls confidently to begin typing at the holographic keys, sending a message to the only mech he could turn to for help in this situation. The screen flickered for a second before clearing up, the Prime's calm, though curious, face coming into view. " he asked in his ever fatherly Operation: Discipline Another week, another crisis. Those humans were proving to be more trouble than Ratchet had originally thought they would be.
Yet despite this beauty they were also formidable weapons of war and we have accounts of their fearsome effectiveness.” Perceiving a significant lacuna in the market with regard to the history and development of Iranian arms, Iranborn Khorasani, with a strong sense of his own heritage and that of his mother country, set on his research mission.
“This book has been the result of eight years of painstaking research and an analysis of over 600 primary sources of Iranian arms and armor as well as many secondary sources.... As notes an introduction to the author, Khorasani had analyzed the inventories of 10 Iranian arms and armor museums and is considered a specialist in the weaponry of thewith a special emphasis on Iranian arms and armor .
Optimus barely had enough time to blink before having the intakes knocked out of him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.---Megatron roared as he tackled the Prime.
But, none so much as Bumblebee for obvious reasons. Which was why he was waiting in medbay for the scout, having commed. It was strange to think that, not too long ago, he had been in Bumblebee's place, going to see Optimus for a well deserved punishment... He couldn't stop thinking of everything he had done, everything he had said... And he could scarcely lift his optics to Optimus... There were many places he would rather be going, but he did not wish to further insult the Prime by going against his orders.
The reverence for the sword among the Iranians surfaces distinctly in Manouchehr Khorasani’s work and as mentioned in the foreword by executive editor Richard Dellar, an expert in the histotry of Europoean military swords, “They were considered heirlooms and passed down from generation to generation.
Often bejeweled and with their ivory handles and precious metal fittings, these swords are works of art in themselves....
You were currently curled up on your bed, hugging your pillow against your face. You had a difficult time doing almost anything with guys, but you were a romantic at heart. "You looked up from your phone with your (e/c) eyes, seeing your best friend Alfred F. His light brown hair was slightly messy, an odd little curl standing straight off his head like usual. A fleet of trees, collapsed blackon themselves like matryoshka dolls,was licked clean by the keentongues of flames - a scarbeneath the wildfire eyeof the dog star.i remember when children played in fields of green,among soap bubbles and spring pollen,and happy memories were made amidst the humid air.i remember when the leaves turned brownand fell to the ground like abandoned ideas,and we crunched them with our feetand used them as confetti.i remember when all the trees were bare,and the sky was never bright,and all our eyes were tired,and our skin longedfor the touch of the sunto relieve usfrom the now the ice in our hearts is thawing,and smiles are returning to will the warmth bring us, i wonder?
, attached to the thigh, covered by the foulds of the pants.