Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20170503093145/@comment-27344811-20170504143317

"Okay not having this." Mixmaster veers backwards. "No sir-EE."

"Mhm." Lockdown says. "Just wait until something knocks you unconcious."

Prowl starts revving up.

"Shockwave," Megatron says, sitting on a new throne, "Is the T-cog ready?" "Yes, my liege." Shockwave kneels and holds up the diamond-shaped cog. Megatron grabs it and walks down to the service room, and places it in an empty slot. "Now, Trypticon, RISE! RISE!" The ground begins to shake.

The main tower of Typticon slots downward. The two objects with the glowing circles drag backwards. The fortress rises out of the ground, revealing a giant hulking mass of rooms and storage facilities stored underneath. Large, cone shaped objecs connect tothe middle. The two rectangular shapes attatch to the now-formed waist, sprouting feet. Two arms come out of the Drill shoulders. Lastly, a large, Grimlock-like head rises out of where the tower was, the two spikes on top forming his eyebrows. A tail forms, and two giant gun barrels slide out of slots between his head and the shoulders.

Trypticon releases a mighty roar. "Oooooh boy." Scrapper says.