transformers: time shatter pics. PUT YOUR PIC HERE.

I thought I would make this so everyone had a sense for what we all look like in the story so here is mine. this is after my rebirth in the story.

well my sig is what I look like.

After the Transformation

its kinda hard to find a transformer like robot lion...voltron always pops up in my searches... :'(

y the hell do u ppl make me work more!!
T.T i cant find a awesome tf chick

The Nemean Lion wrote:

its kinda hard to find a transformer like robot lion...voltron always pops up in my searches... :'(

what about razorclaw

The Nemean Lion wrote:

its kinda hard to find a transformer like robot lion...voltron always pops up in my searches... :'(

Razorclaw or Ravage (even though Ravage may come from a different species of feline).

hmm i guess along the lines of razor claw.. but more shamanistic like...

Lunar Retturns 2 wrote:

The Nemean Lion wrote:

its kinda hard to find a transformer like robot lion...voltron always pops up in my searches... :'(

Razorclaw or Ravage (even though Ravange may come from a different species of feline).

he's a panther

oh wait i got one what about a liger

panthers are actually related to jaguars...not lions -_- but thanks for the suggestion

Isn't "Tiger" Chargie?

There is a cat known as a Liger.

It's a combination of a tiger and a lion.

The results are intriguing.

Oh, ok, my bad Chargie!

none taken

Silence. Silence is all that was heard in the deserted city. The skyscrapers that rose into the air, which once served as the city’s pride, was reduced to nothing more than towers of a lost society. Nothing else remained. The life that flourished here was gone, along with the serenity and peace that reigned. Now, it only served as a battle-ground for the two men, Cipher and John Striker, to finish their long, painful, and scarring silent war. With no one to serve as a witness.

Both men stood facing one another in the middle of the city. Their armor symbolizing the loss of their souls. Ghosts within an abandoned city. About to conclude their silent war. Neither were surprised from the lack of action between one another, and neither seemed eager enough to begin. After awhile John Striker looked up into the air as he watched a cloud hover over from the horizon; paying no attention to the man that has been hunting him down. Cipher, somewhat curious, looked up into the sky as well and imitated his nemesis.

Moment’s later rain began to pour all over them and the city. The two men let out long sighs as they turned their attention back to one another. Both programmed their helmets to slide back into the back of their skulls as their faces were exposed. Cipher’s face was pale and without emotion. His cybernetics covered nearly his entire jaw-line as a metal brace was there in its place. John Striker’s was not cleanly shaven. A prominent scar could be seen on his right cheek, a lasting memory of his mortal enemy. His green eyes, from which glowed with life in the past, were now dim with darkness.

With the loss of his vocal cords, Cipher was without any way of communicating with anyone directly, including Cybertronians. But, the M.I.N.D. project helped to overcome this trivial obstacle with the use of telepathy.
Do you hate me? (Cipher)

Striker said nothing.

I see. So ‘that’ is your answer. (Cipher)

Just as Cipher took a step forward, John put up a hand. Cipher stopped and continued to stare at him. The city was silent for a few moments before Striker spoke.

Why did you betray us; the human race and the Autobots?

Cipher made no reply. Striker sighed and pulled a rifle from his back as he clicked its safety off.

We all have our reason for the things we do. However, my reason is far too personal. (Cipher)

You know, on my way here, I figured that there was a reason for your actions. Was it for someone? Was it for money? Or did you have no other choice, which is a load of bull to be honest. I mean, why else would a human just simply betray his people?

…I have no excuse, nor do I seek forgiveness for what I’ve done. I regret many things but not the way I have lived. I will die with my reason or kill you and continue on. Either way, I would have a fulfilling existence. (Cipher)

The two said nothing more. Both understanding the end of talk and the beginning of the end. Cipher continued to stand still as he stared at his nemesis, with Striker doing the same.

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Meanwhile in the Decepticon Base of Naught…

In one of the many restricted areas of the base, there laid a room with many monitors that were connected to Cybertron. Black Sun sat in a chair and looked, amusingly, at a certain monitor. On it, it showed the beginning of the battle between Cipher and Striker.

My dear boy, how long will you last before you finally slumber eternally? (Black Sun)

Another monitor flashed into Black Sun’s face as he stared at its contents. His face showed surprise as he watched the AoF mobilizing. He quickly decided to contact his only superior.

Lord Megatron, I have something I believe you’ll be interested in hearing… (Black Sun)

What is it? I hope for your sake that this is important. (Megatron)

Oh, but it is. The Autobots are mobilizing for war, they even have a new faction that has millions in its membership. I just wanted to relay this to you. (Black Sun)

Interesting. So the Autobots want to end the war do they? Well then, it will be them that shall find their end! (Megatron)

Black Sun smiled to himself as the monitor turned off and switched back to the one he was viewing before. He watched as a building crumbled in ruin.

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Smoke covers the rain-filled air as a newly collapsed building lies on the streets of the forgotten city. Using telekinesis to his advantage, Cipher levitates into the air near another building as he stares down at a dot. Without looking and with his mind, a building besides him slowly begins to detach from the ground. Striker, wasting no time, fired off a round with his rifle as it stopped directly in front of Cipher. The bullet turned and began to spin as it flew towards Striker’s direction, who dodged it easily.

I know he isn’t being serious right now. He’s off. Almost as if he has lost himself. Then again, he’s a ghost of his former self…
Cipher threw the building in John’s direction. Striker’s visor quickly evaluated a route that John could take. Striker leapt forward towards the building and slid the helmet over his face. He slammed through a cracked wall and ran inside of it as it flew towards another building. The suit increased his speed by four times its normal along with his strength. He saw an opening of the building and jumped out. As he landed he unleashed his blades from his arms and dashed towards a building. As his speed picked up he began to run upside of a building. Cipher unleashed a mental blast that blew a large portion of the building’s bulk away.

The building began to waver as it leaned into other buildings, causing a domino effect, while Striker continued to jump from building to building, slowly closing the distance between him and Cipher. The latter simply remained in the air unleashing a volley of concussive blasts, destroying remnants of the buildings that Striker is using for leverage. At the very last building, John focused the suit’s strength enhancing ability all into his legs as he jumped into the air and neared Cipher.

Striker then focused the suit’s strength to his arms as he swung. Cipher, anticipating this, repelled Striker away from him as he flew back into a building. Striker flipped as his legs were aimed to the building and bounced off of it ricochet style. Cipher, anticipating this as well, let loose a mental blast. His options slim, Striker transformed his arm into an ion cannon. Cipher’s eyes finally showed emotion as surprised took over him. He became paralyzed with fear as Striker fired a round that engulfed his very being.

Cipher became nothing more than a flaming fireball as he descended towards the ground. After a few moments, Striker walked towards Cipher's smoking body as his body was pelted with rain. He looked down at the mess he had made as his helmet slid back. He bent down and observed the body for any signs of life. Cipher gasped as he grabbed Striker's throat and began to crush it slowly.

Let...go...you...

As a last resort, Striker used his right arm's blade and slashed Cipher from the waist. The cyborg stared into his nemesis' eyes as he gave a solemn expression. The pain in his eye was gone. He slowly lossened his grip on Striker's neck as he sighed and fell back on the floor, coughing and gasping for air. Striker did the same as he laid on the ground as rain came down.

Mr...Striker...(Cipher)

John's face showed surprise at the voice of his enemy. He stood up and aimed his rifle at Cipher's head, who could do nothing other than stare at him with his remaining human right eye.

Still alive...I see.

Haha...ha...you underestimate my...resolve once again, Mr. Striker. Have you learned...nothing from our last...encounter? O...or are yo...you just...just...(Cipher)

As Cipher began to wheeze, his cybernetic eye's glow slowly began to go offline. He clutched his chest and began to pant as he heard his heartbeat race and then go slower and slower until finally he was silent. Cipher never uttered another word.

epic fail.

Minoscule compared to your many blunders.

But it was an honest mistake.