<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698</id><updated>2011-11-17T20:45:04.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live in TF's</title><subtitle type='html'>There are lots of folks out there who say that they would love to see a "REAL" transformer. For me that particular wish has brought no end to my troubles. 
My Fellow Fanfic writer KenyaStarflight was brave enough to come out with her tales of just how "REAL" fictional characters can be. So here I come as well with my own story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-2059555474504211402</id><published>2007-11-05T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:45:44.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposal, Small Wonders, The begining</title><content type='html'>It is finally over and the, for the time being any how, last confrontation between the heralds of unicorn and the champions of primus have come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clones of the passed mates of the leaders of both factions have met their fates.&lt;br /&gt;Rose and Meleficent have fulfilled their promisies to both Prime and Megatron. I personally pried my sword from Rose’s hands as the clone crumbled to dust and what was left of the real Elita-1 thanked the girl for what she had done. I then went and saw to Meleficent and made sure that she had beaten her foe as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both girls were shocked at what they had done and shocked to see my self as well. Vector prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, and yes I was dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dead as I ever get. I am however the guardian of time, and just as time cannot be destroyed neither can I. I wish it had not taken me so long to regenerate my self, however I am rather fond of my new look. I seem to have Traded the Ivory and blue for Gold and Flame color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Rose cried even harder when she saw me, but for now the battle for them is over and they move on to the next stage in both of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Prime and Megatron came to a momentus decision the moment we all returned to Rose’s house from the battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a few moments for them to get up the nerve and make their way out to where both of the girls were sitting. Even though I no longer there, both of them were sitting at my memorial and watching the sun set.&lt;br /&gt;The two leaders walked up to them, working up the nerve to take the next steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“are you two okay?” Prime asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” Rose nodded and looked up. &lt;br /&gt;Next to her Meleficent nodded as well, and also gave a small smile. &lt;br /&gt;“Strange how far we’ve come isn’t it?” She sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is,” Megatron  agreed looked back down on to he property to see how many were still there. “I think its time we came the rest of the way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimus nodded and looked at Rose, “that makes two of us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a few seconds for the girls to realize what they were being asked.  When it did they  looked at their loves and gaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”I’m Serious now,” Megatron came over to Mel’ as Optimus Followed suit with Rose.&lt;br /&gt;“ I want you to be with me forever Meleficent,” Looked at her, “My Fairy Fey, Will you Be my queen, and rule the decepticons at my side? Will you marry me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And you Rose?” Prime added, “You can have your choice of any member of the royalty that comes to you, but could you find it in your heart to marry and be with a commoner like me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both girls continued to gape for a second and then jumped into the arms of the men that they loved.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what will happen now or even when they will act on this new devlopement but I do believe that they will be happy and that life will go on for them and for ever one else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They deserve all of this… and every one who fought by their side do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let it go, &lt;br /&gt;let it roll right off your shoulders &lt;br /&gt;don't you know &lt;br /&gt;the hardest part is over &lt;br /&gt;let it in, &lt;br /&gt;let your clarity define you &lt;br /&gt;in the end &lt;br /&gt;we will only just remember how it feels &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lives are made &lt;br /&gt;in these small hours &lt;br /&gt;these little wonders, &lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate &lt;br /&gt;time falls away, &lt;br /&gt;but these small hours, &lt;br /&gt;these small hours still remain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it slide, &lt;br /&gt;let your troubles fall behind you &lt;br /&gt;let it shine &lt;br /&gt;until you feel it all around you &lt;br /&gt;and I don't mind &lt;br /&gt;if it's me you need to turn to &lt;br /&gt;we’ll get by, &lt;br /&gt;it's the heart that really matters in the end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our lives are made &lt;br /&gt;in these small hours &lt;br /&gt;these little wonders, &lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate &lt;br /&gt;time falls away, &lt;br /&gt;but these small hours, &lt;br /&gt;these small hours still remain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of my regret &lt;br /&gt;will wash away some how &lt;br /&gt;but i can not forget &lt;br /&gt;the way i feel right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in these small hours &lt;br /&gt;these little wonders &lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate &lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate &lt;br /&gt;time falls away but these small hours &lt;br /&gt;these small hours, still remain, &lt;br /&gt;still remain &lt;br /&gt;these little wonders &lt;br /&gt;these twists &amp; turns of fate &lt;br /&gt;time falls away &lt;br /&gt;but these small hours &lt;br /&gt;these little wonders still remain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the end.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the beginning of the end.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the end, of the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vector Prime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-2059555474504211402?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/2059555474504211402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=2059555474504211402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/2059555474504211402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/2059555474504211402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/11/proposal-small-wonders-begining.html' title='Proposal, Small Wonders, The begining'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-224178547979173560</id><published>2007-08-16T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T06:16:05.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Rose.</title><content type='html'>It started with the fruit basket.&lt;br /&gt;Some guy that looked like he could have run away from a bad version of robin hood showed up and proceeded to leave the thing on the table for all of us to gape at. &lt;br /&gt;I had no clue what it was, neither did megatron, or roddy or Luke or Darth. We all just stood there looking at the thing for a few minutes until the girls walked in and Rose got a look on her face like shed just been ran over by my trialer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH no! MEL'! you promised me you were gonna talk her OUT OF IT!!" the red head turned and looked up at the fairy who only smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU Try talking her out of any thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But a fruit basket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shes got a good sense of humor," Meleficent shrugged, "What can i tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do either of you two know what this is?" I managed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose plopped down at the table and put her face in her hand while Mele' nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's rose's birth day present, well one of them any how."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From WHO?" Megatron asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy shrugged innocently, "One of my friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But a FRUIT basket?" Rose looked up and demanded, "Im not gonna wind up in the med bay if i eat this will i? Cus if i do, and it dosent kill me, Ratchet will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meleficent laughed, "Dont worry she wouldnt do that to one of my friends. Besides she likes you not to mention that if you’ve already had one of those cast on you, your immune to them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not asking,” I muttered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gee that makes me feel so much better," Rose folded her amrs and plopped her head down on them again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do I even want to Know?" Vader asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megatron and I looked at each other and shook our heads. "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the start of it. Slowly but surly, more and more stuff began to appear for Rose. Her parents presents arrived about two hours later, A portable DVD player and a string of black pearls that I really dont want to know where her mother got them or how much they cost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that a tank containing some bizzare fish turned up, and not long after that a bizzare looking statue that looked like one of those things you find on buildings, only smaller cuter and in a pose that looked like it was praying. This was followed by a fur stole of some kind with a tag that said "Dont worry its fake." attached to it. This and several other bizzare things that have left my girl wondering if its a good idea to let her fairy friend introduce her to people in the futuer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meleficent's own gift to rose consisted of a live minature real rose bush that some how had her favorite kind of rose growing there in a tiny version of its self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not given my own gift to her yet, she has to wait until her acutal birthday for that. Still i have to admit it was rather fun to watch her get the stuff. Last year she did nto want to celebrate her birthday for various reasons. She uses the war as her excuse but the real reason I think stemmed back more to the fact that she lost her grandmother that year. This year is going to be different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her laugh  at  roddy and Luke. the two of them scrounged around on amazon and ebay until they found her a copy of "Monster Squad" and “Shaun of the dead”  some of her favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was he one gift that she really wasn’t expecting and really caught her off guard. This happened compliments of Will. The dragon captain walking in during he middle of the conversation and smiled at Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”I have one for you here, My lady.” He exteneded the box to  Rose, “Compliments of the Crown.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Rose’s eyes get big as she took the box from him. “Honestly willam, that’s not …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Yes mam it is,” He told her, “Those are yours. They belonged to one of your ancestors and the crown thought It was high time that they were returned to the rightful family.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again she plopped down at the table and the dragon rider took his leave with a bow. Now im sure by now all of you KNOW rose dislikes being reminded that she really is a princess. Its not just a name, its really her title. Remind me some time and I’ll fill you all in on the story. For the time being how ever lets get back to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at the black velvet box like it was a bug and slowly cracked the lid open about an inch. Then promptly slamed it shut again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” I asked, “Whats in there a rattlesnake?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Worse,” She muttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me, twenty mintues to get the box away from the girl to see what It was that had sent dread in to her heart.. When I finaly got it open I had to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Its NOT Funny orion!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me as she snatched the box back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes it is.” I replied, “Do you know how many girls would be happy to get that? NOT up set.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”I DON’T like broad casting my hearitage Orion,” she sighed, “I want to be liked for me, not because I have a title stuck after my name.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed more, “And this from the woman to Told officer Murphy that its who you are that’s important.. not what you are.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”this is different Orion.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”No Its not,” I sighed and took the case from her, “Besides,” I opened the case and took one out then brushed her hair back so I could put it there. “I think it looks beautiful on you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”You do?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Yes I do,” I nodded, “What man wouldn’t love seeing their girl with that in her hair.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked in the mirror at her reflection and the diamond Tiara that it was now wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘it is pretty,” She admitted, “Its just…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh hush,” I finally caved and pulled her present out of sub space,”It looks good with this.”&lt;br /&gt;She opened the box and stared at the rose necklace with the pink stone in the center.&lt;br /&gt;“Its beautiful, I just…” She trailed off and looked ready to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”don’t think you don’t deserve it,” I set the case with the other one in it down on the table, “If ANY ONE deserves to be happy on their birthday its you Rose.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and then put her arms around me, “Thank you Rion.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Your welcome,” I hugged her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-224178547979173560?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/224178547979173560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=224178547979173560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/224178547979173560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/224178547979173560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-rose.html' title='Happy Birthday Rose.'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-8526179776192908504</id><published>2007-08-06T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:53:58.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How can you love him?</title><content type='html'>I have to admit today was one of the more spectacular days that ive seen in a very long time.. Sun set was spectacular. The fact that there may be doom looming on the horizon made this quiet time seem even more special.&lt;br /&gt;The magical golden light seems to have an effect on the people in the area and all of the couples are out and enjoying the sunshine. &lt;br /&gt;Orion and I are out for a walk and all around us there seem to be people in love. I lean my head on orions are and spot mel and megs not to far off smooching under a tree. &lt;br /&gt;I hear and engine roar and look up to see Delta and Thundy soar over together to the cheers of their fellow seekers.&lt;br /&gt;Farther down i see han and leia enjoying a late pcinic as Luke and luna walk past giggleing over some latest conspriacy. &lt;br /&gt;Down on the road i hear two bikes roar in and see John and Blade show up Karen and Roxanne frimly on the back seats of each bike.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. whistler and Mr. Slade sit and talk about the loves they’ve lost and smile at the young love all around them. I see Sunny turn and run as Kenya and Vader come around the corner and she gives a little laugh at the plight of the yellow countach.. Well he DID kinda deserve it.. even if it was pain getting him down out of the tree&lt;br /&gt;And in the midst of all of this I notice my newest guest, well one of them any how, staring at all of the couples through his visor with a look on the visble part of his face that clearly transmits that he cant understand what hes seeing.&lt;br /&gt;“Xander is staring at us.” I mutter.&lt;br /&gt;“Rose don’t call Him that,” Orion Tells me, “I don’t think he likes it.”&lt;br /&gt;”He needs to lighten up just lil, he looks like death warmed over.”&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sure he has his reasons Rose.”&lt;br /&gt;”Hes killing the mood,” I mutter again. &lt;br /&gt;“Just ignore him for now,” Orion tells me and the two of us wander off to enjoy the rest of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I come back out on to the porch and find him still standing there as stoic as he was that after noon.&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry for teasing you,” I tell him, “I didn’t mean to make you mad.”&lt;br /&gt;“You did not,” He replies.&lt;br /&gt;“Can I ask you something officer? And will you promise to answer me honestly?”&lt;br /&gt;“I will, Lying is not in my program.”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay then,” I plop down on the steps, “What was the matter with you this afternoon, you looked like you were having real issues with all of the couples.”&lt;br /&gt;“I …”He pauses, “Do not understand your realtionshp.”&lt;br /&gt;“Come again?”&lt;br /&gt;“Prime is a machine, you are a human woman. How can you love him? How can &lt;br /&gt;He give you the love you want?”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s simple,” I look off into the distance, “He doesn’t give me the love I want.  &lt;br /&gt;He gives me the love I need.”&lt;br /&gt;“I … Do not understand, He is a machine. I do not understand the other girl &lt;br /&gt;the One in black.. is ….’&lt;br /&gt;“Vader? He’s a cyborg? So? She loves him, he loves her. That’s all that really&lt;br /&gt;matters, isn’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;“That is … not what I have been told.”&lt;br /&gt;“Then I’m sorry. But honestly for me, for Kenya and just about every one else &lt;br /&gt;it dosen’t matter what the person is. I mean you could say.. How can some one &lt;br /&gt;Love Blade? He’s a Damphier. How can someone Love John? He’s a Demon.&lt;br /&gt;How can someone love megatron? He’s a decepticon. Its not what you are that &lt;br /&gt;makes someone love you. Its who you are. It dosent matter to me if Orion is made &lt;br /&gt;of metal or flesh and blood. Love is all that matters officer. Love conquers all.”&lt;br /&gt;“I wish…”he paused and almost sighed, “I could see the world the way you do.”&lt;br /&gt;“Stick around her long enough and you will,” I grinned back, “Don’t stand out &lt;br /&gt;here all night officer.”&lt;br /&gt;“Good night.”&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t think you cant find her officer,” I offer as I head in, “If someone out is out there for you she’ll turn up. And it wont matter, flesh and blood, or steel and iron, She’ll love you all the same. Good night.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help those that help you in return is the greatest kind of thank you in the world.  I hope in the days and the trials to come.. that we can all help each other.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-8526179776192908504?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/8526179776192908504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=8526179776192908504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/8526179776192908504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/8526179776192908504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-can-you-love-him.html' title='How can you love him?'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-7938824710188330412</id><published>2007-08-01T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T13:56:37.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliments of....</title><content type='html'>Well the truth is, Honestly I dont know what to do about this, I never saw this comming.. Rose never saw this comming.. Kenya and Darth  never saw it comming.. NO ONE saw this one comming... several days ago when this happened it floored most of us. And I still dont know what to make of it now. But we will take all the help we can get.&lt;br /&gt;IT started when a black suv pulled up and several men and black suits get out. Two of them were carrying a tv, two more were carring a stand, and two more were following along with the other two looking very offical. Looking down the road we could all see other vehicles on the way and were wondering what this could possibly mean.&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later the three black SUV's pulled up and disgorged several offical looking men in black suits. Two of them carring a tv and two more carrying a stand and two more carrying the tv from the back of the suv. Once the men were done the one in charge politely asked we would be so kind as to get all the "people in charge" gathered up around here together for them. So momments later my self, Rose, Kenya, Vader and otheres were all standing around as the first man in black turned the TV on and the TX accent began to issue from the the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My friends.. you have for some time been risking your lives in defense of not only the nation but the planet and even reality its self. Politically I am unable to offere you any direct asistance.. however I have other means of sending you more help. To this end I have illcited you the help of Cyberdine Industries as Well as Omni Consumer Products. They have much technology and force at thier disposal and due to thier commitments they will be able to help you... We do appricate your efforts and I hope they will be able to help."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent as the members from these two coroprtaions were spent unloading thier effeorts at asistance. Granted We were greatful to our Benifactor for the help but I will admit.. I was not expecting this. &lt;br /&gt;Still all help is welcome, and i have to admit.. as mean as this seems it was amusing to watch Sunstreaker nearly swallow his whole leg when he made a comment about the new guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh just what this nut farm needs.... MORE angsty Cyborgs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe ive ever Seen Lord vader give any one that look before in the whole time that I've known the man. I am pretty sure that sunstreaker will in the future be keeping his mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So suffice to say that its going to get more interesting.. and this may just be what we need if things get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-7938824710188330412?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/7938824710188330412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=7938824710188330412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/7938824710188330412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/7938824710188330412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/08/compliments-of.html' title='Compliments of....'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-5978977716279865463</id><published>2007-07-14T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T16:08:09.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments over heard has the Terran Resistance was leaving the theater .....</title><content type='html'>When it comes to movies every ones got an opinion.. heres some of ours from the Preimier of The Live action Transformers movie....Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eragon: Did that make any sense at all to you?&lt;br /&gt;Will Laurence: Not a bit, You have to admit it was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz: I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!!&lt;br /&gt;Bee: oh come on...Its just a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Jazz: I SAID I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meleficent: OH quit pouting.. I thought you were cute.&lt;br /&gt;Megatron: Mike bay needs to die....:Growl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vader:They did a good job on thier personalities..I will give the director that much credit.&lt;br /&gt;Kenya: Well yah.. They did do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StarScream:: White? I wouldnt be caught in white.&lt;br /&gt;Frenzy: Some one just shoot me in the head.. please?&lt;br /&gt;Thundercracker: BOTH of you shut up.. at least you got IN The movie.&lt;br /&gt;Delta: Snrt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hook: Just one ?&lt;br /&gt;Scavenger:Just one of us?&lt;br /&gt;Long haul: THey put just ONE of us in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric: I liked the music&lt;br /&gt;Christine: you would...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snape: Meh...&lt;br /&gt;Keily: Meh your self.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drache: Looks back at others comming out of the theater: I wonder if he'd REALLY do it if he had to.&lt;br /&gt;Trooper: Youve met the man Drache, you bloody well know he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sith Snoopy: Did we really need to see the sceen with the oil gag?&lt;br /&gt;Anon e mouse Jr: hey the dude deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are hundreds of others tons of other comments i could post.. Maybe i wills ome time.. stil need less to say it was a good flick and i enjoyed it a lot.. i could post everything i over heard but i think this will be enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;One last comment though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orion:Did you enjoy it rose?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I did.. it wasnt what i was expecting.. But i did like it a lot. But it made me think of something though.&lt;br /&gt;Orion: oh?&lt;br /&gt;Me:: yah how lucky someone would be to know you and the guys, and how happy I am to have you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Orion: Trouble and all?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Trouble and all baby, I dont have any regrets at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-5978977716279865463?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/5978977716279865463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=5978977716279865463' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/5978977716279865463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/5978977716279865463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/07/comments-over-heard-has-terran.html' title='Comments over heard has the Terran Resistance was leaving the theater .....'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-3536063118689874029</id><published>2007-07-01T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:57:17.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why she did it. &amp;  The Strange gift...</title><content type='html'>For the moment shes just looking out my front window.. I honestly think she knew exactly what she was getting into when she took off like that. And as stupid and rash as it was, as much as i would be entitled to, as she put it, Bite her head off, chew it up and spit it back out. I just cant bring my self to yell at her. We finally make it to a place far away from the rest of the group and She slids down out of my cab. The problem is shes so sore from her fight with the dragon rider, Galboratrix that she can barely stand. So she winds up on her knees instead of standing.&lt;br /&gt;"your nuts you know that?" I tell her as I transform and scoop her up.&lt;br /&gt;"I know, Why arent you yelling yet?" She asks me as i fell her put her head on my shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;"Because I'm not going to," I find a spot looking out over a small rise at sunset and settel down with her in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;She's an ordinary girl, no speical powers, no magic, nothing other than an exceptional talent for the martial arts. Which i think is a bunch of slag, if she werent speical the Planet keys would never have accpetd her.But that being beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;She had gone out and I know what she was going out to do. She was going out to put an end to this madness. Or at least try, She thinks, and meleficent believes this too. That it is thier SOLE responsiblity to disptatch the clones of our former mates. They think its thier responsibility because the two of them dont want us to have to do it.. Thats why they took off. Its silly and rash and down right foolish. And theres not one thing either megatron or my self can do to persuade either of the women of that fact.  As for Galboratrix? Well with him its personal for rose... as she told me once, no one aims pointed objects at her friends...same for Meleficent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of that being the case Yelling at the woman will do me no good. So I just sit there and hold on to her. &lt;br /&gt;"no rose im not going to yell, but I do want you to do something. Please promise me that you will NOT take off liek that again. Im going to have omega sit on you if you do"&lt;br /&gt;She sits up and looks at me,"Then how am i supposed to handle it Orion?"&lt;br /&gt;She sighs, "I can't ... wont.. do it in front of you. I can't destroy your love for me like that."&lt;br /&gt;I blink down at the girl, "Is that what you think?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," She looked away,"How  could you love me after What i have to do. And dont ask why i think it has to be me.. It just has to."&lt;br /&gt;I take hold of the girls chin and turn her head back to me.&lt;br /&gt;"Now look at me Rose, and pay attention this time," I keep hold of the girls shoulders and look past those silver eyes into her heart and soul. "There is NOTHING in this or ANY OTHER world that you could possibly do to destroy my love for you. Elita, yes i did love her, but shes dead. And I had to accpet that a long time ago. This ...Thing.. Its not her.. its an affront to everything she was and loved. And I understand that it has to be destroyed.. I dont know why you think you have to do it but I do know that this is the way it has to be. And I do know that if it comes to that, comes down to you and her. Then I am going to stand by you, no matter what. Understand that?"&lt;br /&gt;She looked up at me about to cry and finally put her arms around my neck and buried her head on my shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;I dont know how long we sat there but I do realize that time did pass and we had to head back. Making it back in time To see Meleficent and Megarton heading back into the h ouse.. her head dress missing.. half of her hair that had been scorched trimed off and her left arm incased in a cast..&lt;br /&gt;"Ahem.." The Fairy managaed a wan grin at rose," No more running off?"&lt;br /&gt;She nodded, "No more running off."&lt;br /&gt;We all finally headed back in and something odd was there for us. Not just us but honestly every one there. It was a set of boxes with a small note attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have the courage to fight, now find it to take the time to rest as well. I hope these help there are enough here for the whole resistance. The boxed set is for Rose. You are not alone."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls cracked open the boxes and found about 2000 or more movie tickets to the midnight showing of a specific movie tomorrow night. The other box was something that rose,as a fan girl had been wanting.. a boxed set from the current convention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose gapped, Mele' gapped. I picked up the set and megatron began going through the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess we are going to the midnight showing.. I dunno who left it.. i dunno how or why.. as for now i think we all need to take thier advice.. for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-3536063118689874029?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/3536063118689874029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=3536063118689874029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/3536063118689874029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/3536063118689874029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-she-did-it-strange-gift.html' title='Why she did it. &amp;  The Strange gift...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-5014076135114997984</id><published>2007-06-24T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:15:49.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Trail..</title><content type='html'>Well Niether my Father, Nor Megatron, Nor Lord Vader, Nor Thundercracker are in any shape to write this entry so i suppose i should. Someone needs to up date and tell what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;Luke and i have come to the conclusion that the women in this universe who firmly have our fathers wrapped around thier fingers, are completely nuts. That or they are totaly reckless. Or perhaps, at least with some of them, they honestly DO think it is thier responsiblity to go out there and take these things down. And I honestly have no clue how to classify this situation this time. &lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that we need to find our way ward Femmes, before the leaders of the resistance have either corornaries, anyurisims, or both. &lt;br /&gt;Right now we are in the process of looking for them. They shouldnt be to hard to find considering the very large scorched path that we are in the process of following through this area. Mele and Rose, said that they would make it easy for us to follow. So thats not the problem. The problem is that, well either they are in trouble or are so far ahead of us that there's no time to get to them before they get them selves in trouble. &lt;br /&gt;Rose left most of her gear at the camp, mostly just some weapons and the sword was what she took. Her "keys" are still safe in her lock box back at the house. So the danger of loosing those isnt there, No were just in danger of loosing the person who can use them. ::SIHGS:: &lt;br /&gt;Luke and i have also come to another conclusion about our potental step mothers. Our fathers will do anything for them. I wince as i hear the  Ion Rifle go off again, and Almost feel Luke cringe as he looks at the remains of the dry brush now slowly burrning into nothingness. Usually the concept of blasting things out of the way is something that's Left to Megatron. ::Rolls eyes:: Not that I can really blame any of them for anything they do. &lt;br /&gt;Still we need to know where they are if only for the sake of helping or stopping them. In the end as much as they all can do, as far from helpless as all of them are. I dont think they are a match for the things they are after on this dark night.&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;:Five minuts later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just heard it..from some where deeper in these Dark woods. The cry of some great beast in rage or in pain, Followed by the shirll screach of a woman. From here its impossible to tell who is screaming or what let out that roar.. &lt;br /&gt;Please All the thigns that govern this universe.. Primus, God, The Force, Let these women be alright.. I dont want to think what will happen if we get there and its to late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodimus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-5014076135114997984?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/5014076135114997984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=5014076135114997984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/5014076135114997984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/5014076135114997984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/06/cold-trail.html' title='Cold Trail..'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-709258959171349623</id><published>2007-06-02T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:32:58.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching it...</title><content type='html'>Two vicious looking Motor bikes sit side by side near a black dodge charger. Dragons of every shape form and color mill about. The Leaders including my own love are in the process of discussing why the thing is moving and what it all means. Many others stand on the rise as the Babalyon palace moves slowly toward whatever destination that its going for.. &lt;br /&gt;I lower my benocoulars and stare at it now at a distance.. There are still several souls trapped in there.. There are still monsters out there that know why.. My question is.. WHY NOW? What's the signifigance? Why Sit there for months on end and do nothing and then suddenly start moving? IT dosent make one bit of sense. &lt;br /&gt;Then again.. a lot of things dont make sense. NONE of this makes any sense. Why cant they just get over it and let us all live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;Mele comes walking up to me in her dragon form and changes back, glaring down at the moving building..&lt;br /&gt;"Its not fair." She tells me,"Its not fair that they have to start this again."&lt;br /&gt;"No it isnt,"I agree.&lt;br /&gt;"We are supposed to be having fun, enjoying the summer. were supposed to be getting ready to party on the fourth next month. Not getting ready to fight another battle."&lt;br /&gt;"I know Mel' but what can we do." I lift up the binoculars again, "We cant let them get away with this."&lt;br /&gt;"no we can't" She sighs," I  just wish there were some way to guarentee that this is the end of it."&lt;br /&gt;"Its not going to end honey, not in my life time." I tell her, "You might live t'see it.. but i wont.. Its human.. and apparently everything else's nature to fight."&lt;br /&gt;"its still not fair."&lt;br /&gt;I open my mouth to tell her something else when all other thoughts leave my mind.. Its almost full dark.. and any one with out binoculars wouldnt see them. Several dark blurrs racing down the road and over the water. Dark blurs that I know, that Meleficent knows. That left a dent in my bumper and me pissed off for a week. &lt;br /&gt;"MEL!!"&lt;br /&gt;Her head snaps down and she sees them. &lt;br /&gt;"THOSE..!" She fumes for a second, "Do we go after them or do we tell every one else?"&lt;br /&gt;"if we go now we might be able to catch them," I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;"but they might be able to catch us too right?" She finishes.&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly."&lt;br /&gt;I look again and see the things getting further and further away.&lt;br /&gt;"Slag." &lt;br /&gt;Thats made the call, but im not running off with out telling someone what i saw.. The probelm is telling them and gonig at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;I dash back into camp while mele' is changing back to a dragon and grab The Sword i brought with me.. Vector's Sword. Then head out again and Catch Kenya by the arm as she notices me about to take off. Shes gonna hurt me for this, when this is over, I know it. But well if we loose them now.. we might loose the only clue that we have. I Dash back to the cliff and she runs to tell Orion and Megatron and the rest of the leaders what was going on. I Nearly bite my lip in half as i hear the shouting start as i get on mel and we take off.. Please forgive me Orion.. And Please please Anyone who can.. follow us.. I'll make it as obvious as possible which way we are going.. but we cant loose them or we may never find out why the palace is moving on its own. &lt;br /&gt;Im sorry my love. &lt;br /&gt;Hurry after me So we'll both be alive to yell at each other later.&lt;br /&gt;Rose and Meleficent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-709258959171349623?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/709258959171349623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=709258959171349623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/709258959171349623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/709258959171349623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/06/watching-it.html' title='Watching it...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-5956380214178043325</id><published>2007-05-25T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:46:58.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BROTHERS?!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay now I have to admit.. I KNOW mike bay dosent have them living in his back yard. He's not dating the CO.. and he knows almost nothing about them other than the fact that they turn into cars and machines.. but well.. this is just plain wierd.. I found out when I came in from a trip to the store. Kenya and Vader and Volunteered to go with me and we were all loaded down with various food stuffs. I was in the process of lugging them to the pantry when The big guy made a comment.. &lt;br /&gt;"Rose? What's going on in there?"&lt;br /&gt;I looked,"Where?"&lt;br /&gt;That was when i noticed several Transformers clustered my computer and several others on the ground all but rolling with laughter. Jazz looks like hes about to barf, bumblebee cant stop laughing.. and Megs and Orion? They look like thier mouths are about to hit the floor and thier eyeballs are gonna fall out.&lt;br /&gt;KNOWING i will regret it, I hand the bag of groceries to Vader and go to see what all of this is about.&lt;br /&gt;Ultramagnus looks at the screen with disgust,"Okay I'm OFFENDED."&lt;br /&gt;Megs looks at him and glares, "&lt;em&gt;YOUR &lt;/em&gt;offended? HES offended."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get up there..&lt;br /&gt;"What in the universe is wrong with you guys? What'd you do to poor Jazz?"&lt;br /&gt;I shove Orion out of the computer chair and sit down to take a look at what has them so up in the air..I watch the clips... and sit there for a few seconds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ew..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which one are you Ewing about?" Orion asks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BOTH." I re watch the clip and make sure i'm not seeing and hearing things.&lt;br /&gt;Nope its real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thats just.. SO WRONG."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have no idea!" Megs rants," Thats just.. AHHHG.. i should go out there and blow Bay to atoms!!"&lt;br /&gt;Meleficent  Whos trying really hard to not laugh at all of this dose her best to sooth the decepticon leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Down boy.. Besides.. HE'D probably enjoy it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay by now your probably aware that we are tlaking about some clips from the new film.. the problem being? Apparently Bay thought itd be a good idea to make the Main Protagonist and Antagonist Brothers. Now work that over in yer brains, cpus, what ever. the MAIN good and bad guys are brothers. Everyone things its funny except the people they are modled after.&lt;br /&gt;I look up and see Mele' grining at me..&lt;br /&gt;"Does this mean were gonna be sister inlaws?" She giggles.&lt;br /&gt;I roll my eyes and go back to the other Eww factor.. &lt;br /&gt;Apparently it wasnt enough to mess with the dynamics of the characters.. NOOOOOO.. they wnated to get gross too.. Apparently Megs in the movie is canablistic.. and Poor Jazz is the one that gets well.. Canablized.. (is that even a real word?  ::SHRUGS::) Need less to say this has caused a lot of reactions around the camp. Im begining to wonder if the teasing is ever gonna stop until the whole army on BOTH sides are on KP? Proabaly not.. oh well... I really REALLY REALLY have no idea waht to make of this movie now.. &lt;br /&gt;So im just gonna go back to reserving judgement until i see it. Still EVEN i have to admit.. it is funny.&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;This may not have one bloodything to do with the fights that are going on in real life.. but its interesting to say the least.. and it broke the mood that was hangin over everything.. &lt;br /&gt;Onething is for sure.. Its going to be a wild ride both ways.&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-5956380214178043325?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/5956380214178043325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=5956380214178043325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/5956380214178043325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/5956380214178043325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/05/brothers.html' title='BROTHERS?!!!!'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-6030485366483848001</id><published>2007-05-06T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:30:41.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubts....and a sign of hope</title><content type='html'>Expcert from Lexington Herald Leader:&lt;br /&gt;       ...And other eye witnesses claim that the green car was forced off of the highway by the darkcolored one. Still others say that after the car wreck there was a arguement between strange people and the apperance of a large black reptilain beast. While they are sketching and second hand at the moment, the reports of the crash that took place out side of sams club this afternoon, all maintain that SOMEHTING happned. We will conintue to look for clues as too these strange occurances and what they if anything mean for the city and the sourrounding country side.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty m uch what the rest of the world saw of the incident this afternoon. Those of us that are staying here by now pretty much know the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;IT was pretty simple really.. Rose and Meleficent went into town to get some supplies at sams. What no one was expecting was for The clones of our dead lifemates to show up and run them off the road on the way out of the shopping center. Scattering both thier wits and thier supplies all over the road way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get out human! Get out Fairy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose sat up from where she had slammed into the seat belt on her car and looked out her window to find The dark Version of Elita standing there bearing down on her. Held frimly in the clones hand was the other clone of Steelia, in her gun form similar to meagatron's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose was pakcing her own heat at this point while Meleficent geared up to use her magic.&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want?" Rose demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jsut come her to see what you really are.. to see why they chose pathetic little beings like you for thier mates," Steelia shot back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You miserable.." Rose trained her gunon the clones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you going to do human? Shoot me? Go on then, go on and proe that your just like your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that tookRose back a step and she lowered the gun, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prove that your a killer too, just like him." The clone of Elita purred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently someone had told them of Rose's father and that he had been in the military in vietnam. His one lingering bitterness is that rather than be welcomed home as heroes, men like him were treated like dir,leading to the feelings that maybe they were killers, and that what they tought they did for thier country .. they did because they enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose has I suppose always had a fear too deep down, shes got a temper and can have a dark streak...Shes scared that maybe her reaosns for protecting people arent altruistic maybe she likes it too.&lt;br /&gt;Ive tried and tried to tellher thats the mark of a warrior, not a killer, that she knows and realizes that, means she'd never do it. Just like her father. But the dougbt is still there and this monster uses it to insinuate into her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose! Dont listen to them," Mele toldher. THey are just messing with your head!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steelie now tranformed and appeared before the fairy, "And who are you to talk? You are you to judge in any way? Youthink youve changed but its still there..  pretend youve chaned if you want but how long until your lil royal "Friend" there makes you angery? What then? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose Looked up at both of them," you teo are monsters, how can you bee with Nemesis and Glavatron? They dont love you! How can you love them!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We dont," The clone of elita growled, "In fact i HATE nemesis. But thanks to you lil princess and your Friend there. we just have no where else to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This isnt over," Meleficent told them," Your justthings, constructs held together by darkness sooner or later, We'll find away to destroy you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And set whats left of the Real Elita and Steelia Free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next is a pretty easy guess.. Meleficent transformed and the girls came home. &lt;br /&gt;We have since retrieved Rose's car and what was left of the supplies. BUt there seems to be something on the girls now. a niggleing of something in thier hearts about if they aremking the right choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele Sits out on the damp grass and Megatron goes out to talkto her. WHile i head off to Rose's faveorite brooding spot..finding her once again stting on the marble and thinking about life.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you okay?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose shakes her head, "No, but i will be.. I just need to think some."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand, " I sit down and put my arms around her. "I just wish i could helpyou trough this"&lt;br /&gt;"I just want an answer if this is the right thing we are doing,if were on the right path. I just want to know some how.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the last of the words love the girls mouth, i hear it, a crackig sound fromsome where behind us. I suddnely stand and drag her off the marble and turn in time to see something strange. &lt;br /&gt;Vectors Sword, it had been embeded intohis memorial much like the sword from the king arthur legend. I stood back and watched as the thign virbraded for a moment and then changed color, from a translucent blue and indigo, to a fiery orange and gold. It then proceeded to tear its self loose from the marble in a lurch and then comback down strking one of the words written there. "When"  Crossing through it as if to leave a new message in its place. &lt;br /&gt;"I am needed, I shall return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose gapped and i turned to her to see if shed seen it too. Then turned back in time to watch the light leave the weapon and it colapse into the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orion," She blinked up at me, Something in her eyes that had been there a moment ago gone,"I think i got my sign."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this all really means? Its anyones guess.. but ive seen many stranger things in my time. I recall as i pick up the fallen weapon, and there are many places out there ive never seen, things even a Prime Doenst know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think things are oign to get worse before they get better. Now however i think depsite the darkness any of us may feel the doubts. I know we  will keep going and and not stop until we find peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-6030485366483848001?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/6030485366483848001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=6030485366483848001' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/6030485366483848001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/6030485366483848001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/05/doubtsand-sign-of-hope.html' title='Doubts....and a sign of hope'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-1184786883406197434</id><published>2007-04-25T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:49:06.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Wing in the Fire.....</title><content type='html'>I walk past just in time to see Kenya talking to her dad and hvae to shake my head. All the tales of her father and how he treats her seem to really get to me. I just cant understand it my self. Orion and megs are in the "Ready room" going over something that looks like battle plans i think and Meleficnet is on her comp deep in a chat with someone else. Several someones by the looks of it. Apparently shes on a crusade to straighen up all of the Disney "badgirls". Granted She does good work.. A few days ago she ACUTALLY got Elisa and Demona To talk in a chat for five minutes  with out it disloving in to an online yelling match. Thats close to being a miricel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still some part of me is bothred by the fact that kenya and her dad have issues. I come into the kitchen and find the reason that this probably bothers me so much sitting at the table having coffee with mr. Slade and Mr. Wistler.. I have no clue where Blade and Jhon have gotten off to but im sure if we need them they will come a those two's beck and call. &lt;br /&gt;I walk past and offer the elderly gentlemen more coffee and then head out on to the porch for some air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now granted My father is an exmillitary man, and that can on occasion make him hard to live with. I guess once you get in command you never stop, that mentaltity never goes away. But strangely enough as conservaitve and Narrow minded as my father can be.. he has never once. come down on me for my geek dom, or my pet obessions or even my relationship with a "Cartoon" character. Basically the polar opposite of Kenya's father. &lt;br /&gt;Hes always been supportive of me, and when i have  needed him he has always come running, andwhile he might yell some on the way and has a tendancy to rake the nerves raw, I know that he loves me and accepts me no matter what. Which makes kenyas problems with her father that much more bothersome. I wish my dad could sit down with her dad and they couldd have a long talk.. Maybe some of my father would rub off on the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now granted my Dad isnt perfect, Dont get him around cars or pluming if you value your hearing and sanity.Hes an arch conservative, and is a very strong Christian desptite  a run in with Billy Graham whenhe was on his "Vietnam Soilders are all Child Killers Doomed to hell!!"rants.  (no i kid you not.. Graham ACUTALLY said that)&lt;br /&gt;still he tries to do his best and fights for what he believes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN short. The man is  a hero, plain and simple. Which brings up and odd point.&lt;br /&gt;Kenya said in her post she wondered if she would have Gotten interested and obessed with StarWars, if not for her faminial issues. Of course if she never would have.. then she never would have gotten to where she is in her realtionship, neithe would have i for that matter. and this story would be a whole lot more boreing. &lt;br /&gt;That also rings gtrue for me. Orion is a lot like my father, a hero, very noble, self sacrificing , willing to fight for wht he believes. I became facinacted by him for that reason, and the facination grew into love. Its a fact that girls go for men liken to thier dads. Good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I dont accuse Vader of being like kenyas dad, oh bloody hell no. Its just hes someone with a lot to work out, similar in at least feel to her father. Same for Me an Orion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So . .. Good or bad , great parent or COMPLETELY  LOUSY one, If not for our respective dads, we would never have been attracted to these wonderful men that we love so very much. And we would be a lot worse off. Being loved in the middle of a war is better than being alone at peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear foot steps behind me and turn to see my dad walk out. I throw my arms around his neck and just hug him. &lt;br /&gt;"Whats that for baby girl?" He smiles down at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything," I hug him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some where off in the group of people i hear a song on the radio start playing.. It well near makes me want to cry at the words of it.. And its simple truth. About not just my and kenya's fathers.. but all of the strang and wonderful men that have come into our lives over the years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy's been a back-row Baptist&lt;br /&gt;With his share of front-row sin&lt;br /&gt;His Saturday night still on his breathe&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday when he'd walk in&lt;br /&gt;He's never led the Benediction&lt;br /&gt;He's never sang in the choir&lt;br /&gt;But he's an angel with no halo&lt;br /&gt;An' one wing in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma lives by the Bible&lt;br /&gt;The Bible lives by the bed&lt;br /&gt;An' she's lied alone so many nights&lt;br /&gt;With scriptures in her head.&lt;br /&gt;Prayin', Good Lord, just be with him&lt;br /&gt;I know his Faith is tired&lt;br /&gt;But he's an angel with no halo&lt;br /&gt;An' one wing in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' I know he lives a little left of livin' right&lt;br /&gt;An he's come close to goin' way too far a few times&lt;br /&gt;But I'd trade a thousand prayers&lt;br /&gt;If just one prayer would come true&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please believe in him, like I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's always been there for me&lt;br /&gt;From T-Ball to touchdowns&lt;br /&gt;Fixed my car an' fixed my heart&lt;br /&gt;When they've been broken down&lt;br /&gt;I know he calls for more forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Than most folks do require&lt;br /&gt;But he's an angel with no halo&lt;br /&gt;An' one wing in the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An' I know he lives a little left of livin' right&lt;br /&gt;An he's come close to goin' way too far a few times&lt;br /&gt;But I'd trade a thousand prayers&lt;br /&gt;If just one prayer would come true&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please believe in him, like I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just can't imagine&lt;br /&gt;What Heaven might be like&lt;br /&gt;If me an' Mamma make it&lt;br /&gt;Without Daddy by our side&lt;br /&gt;Lord, could you please remember&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to call us higher&lt;br /&gt;That he's an angel with no halo&lt;br /&gt;An' one wing in the fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-1184786883406197434?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/1184786883406197434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=1184786883406197434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/1184786883406197434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/1184786883406197434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-wing-in-fire.html' title='One Wing in the Fire.....'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-7375393983082372956</id><published>2007-04-20T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:26:30.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof...</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that we are in the middle of an interglactic war.. desptie the fact that she has tons of people who want her head on a stick.. and despite the fact that shed have every right to be depressed.. THere is one think about my Rose that has remained constant.. Shes a fangirl. &lt;br /&gt;hehe &lt;br /&gt;I suppose i should be greatful.. If she were never a fan girl we'd never have fallen in love. So i have no problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;How ever there are a few debates in fangirldom that have and will conintue to rage until someone gets proof one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;One of the MOST popular Transfan girl debates has to do with a certain Item in my own personal wardrobe that I some times have to wonder If alpha didnt give it to me for that very reason. Knowing the mech's sense of humor.. he may very well have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have no clue what I'm talking about let me explain. I am talking about my mask. Typically in media I am portrayed wearing it. So some how the theory got put out that it was acutally part of my face.. HOW i dont know, all the rest of the ones they showed have mouths.. why they assumed i didnt i have no clue. Still this is a raging fan girl debate that has gone on since the inception of the internet and will continue until Someone has proof one way or the other. &lt;br /&gt;well Rose has proof, she's my girl friend, and most of the resistance members have seen me sans it. Still there are those out there that maintain I am A) fictional, and B)Mearly a robot, so there is NO reason for me to need a mouth. ::Rolls eyes:: &lt;br /&gt;And those that do have that opinion, and have not had their tonsils yanked out by a pissed off Rose, still hold to that and will until they see a pic of me sands the dammed thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to the point of this post. Rose had made bets with several of these women at least one of them at work, knowing that one day there would be proof on her side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today compliments of a man I must now stop disliking for this reason alone, she got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what was going on when rose walked in with a HUGE SUMG grin on her face. Vader and Kenya looked up fromw ehre they were sitting. Severalothers noticed the look too.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh oh.." I heard Roddy mutter, "Shes got the look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do Ieven want to know what that grin is for?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won the bet," She told me holding up a nice crisp 50.00 bill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" okay so it wasnt articulate sue me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What bet?" Kenya asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose picks up her laptop and smiles more. "Bout him."&lt;br /&gt;She tells them as she motiones to me with one hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Primus," I groan,"Not that.. again!" Then it hits me what she said. "Wait did you say you won?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodds, and turns the computer around to show me. "Its from the new movie.. guess we have to stop hating Bay. Least he got SOMETHING right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bend down for a closer look at the picture on her screen.. sure enough there's Mike Bays version of me, sans my mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats just.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Plain wrong," Megatron adds from behind me. "Well at least you dont look like a set of animated ginsu knives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its not that bad," Rose says taking th comp back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it is, Not only do i look like a walking collection of steak knives in that wretched film but I sound horrible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Least you arent getting the flaiming jokes," I mutter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenya and vader have come over to see the clip and are facinated, but not enough for vader to get his own crack in.&lt;br /&gt;"At least your cinimatic representations dont make you look like a dumb blond."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YET!" Rose chimes in cheerfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thecocnvaersation keeps going strangely enough I have to admit I feel relieved. its nice to have a fewmoments of  normality here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espcically when we know that some where out there something is waiting. Peace andd quite are at a priemum. And I plan on enjoying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-7375393983082372956?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/7375393983082372956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=7375393983082372956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/7375393983082372956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/7375393983082372956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/04/proof.html' title='Proof...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-2094269776165938602</id><published>2007-04-10T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:01:08.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Calls and Kareoke... Hold on Blue eyes</title><content type='html'>I come around the corner and find her siting on her bed in the middle of something ear covered by the head set while the mouth peice pulled around do that she can talk to someone. &lt;br /&gt;"I appriciate it Kat, I REALLY do, but the last thing i want is to get someone else invovled in this mess. Least of all you and Vin'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait behind the curve of the door and listen to her talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No no ofcourse I know the both of you can take care of your selves,"She pauses and rolls her eyes skyward, "YES espeically Vin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighs and leans back against the head board.. "No, I do appriciate it though. I apprciate the offer. If the two of us ever need a place to hide..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she smiles, "And Speaking of you and Vin, Kat, when are you two going to make it offical?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she laughs more and grins more, "Seriously and don't you dare give me that malarky about the two of you being too different that's the biggest load of bull ive ever heard in my whole life. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge torrent of fussing comes through the other end of the line and Rose laughs more and goes back to the converastion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know if you WANTED too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again more fussing erupts from the phone and Rose finally decides to give it a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay okay, Well you and Vinnie up there in New york stay outta trouble mrs. Assiant da." She pauses as someone asks her something, "Tell that over grown hair ball its for the Same reason you left your dad's law firm Katy..."She paused and laughed again. "No i dont suppose we would have. You take care you two.. "&lt;br /&gt;She puts the phone bacck down and shuts it off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what Pray tell was that about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose grins at me, "Hehe just me giveing Kat a hard time about her relationship, or complete and utter lack there of. I swear i dont think those to have even ever kissed.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well somtimes its harder for people to accept their feelings. I Mean look how long it took me and you, and Mel and Megs, and Kenya and Vader, and Keily and Snape to get things into shape half way passable realationships."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose, She stops and sopbers for a second, "you know, they offered to help, or let us come stay up there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I told them no," She shook her head, "I dont want any one else hurt cus i got them involved. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk over and sit down behind her, she leans back and I put my arms around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, every one who is here is  here of thier own free will. No one blames yo and  you need to get over blameing your self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i stand up and tug Rose into a standing position as well. "You ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did they really bring it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh yes,"  i grab her and the two of us walk back down to where the living room has been turned, compliments of the junkions, into a kereoke bar. Right now as we come down Roddy is finishing up "where's the fire" From the movie the wraith and takes his bows before handing the mike off. Rose wanders into the kitchen for a soda and some ice and then returns find the next person perched there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rion?" She blinks at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grin and go throught eh list looking for severl songs finding one that i like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find one and then turn up the music, watch a wave of emotions rush over my girls face and just enjoy the peace while we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw you standing on your street &lt;br /&gt;Something changed, I could almost see the heat &lt;br /&gt;Then you caught me with your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Feel it inside &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't leave you if I tried &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on blue eyes hold on &lt;br /&gt;Hold on blue eyes hold on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows nobody right &lt;br /&gt;But you make it hard to say goodnight &lt;br /&gt;When you think there's no one there for you &lt;br /&gt;I'm coming - only one thing you can do 'til then &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on blue eyes hold on &lt;br /&gt;Hold on blue eyes hold on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troubles comes and then it's gone &lt;br /&gt;Hold on blue eyes hold on &lt;br /&gt;Oh, people twist and turn the knife &lt;br /&gt;Why don't they let you live your life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on blue eyes, hold on blue eyes &lt;br /&gt;Hold on blue eyes, hold on blue eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-2094269776165938602?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/2094269776165938602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=2094269776165938602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/2094269776165938602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/2094269776165938602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/04/phone-calls-and-kareoke-hold-on-blue.html' title='Phone Calls and Kareoke... Hold on Blue eyes'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-3390880238397367</id><published>2007-04-06T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T21:42:05.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogfight...</title><content type='html'>I should have realized, Megatron and I both should have realized that Cyclonus showing up would mean an escaltion of the events of this current fight. Delta showing up last night half beaten to death to give us this information meant to every one and and everything that we were going to have to step up all of our efforts to fight this battle. How ever IF any one had told the two of us what was going to happen durring this evenings snow storm, I would have taken steps to make sure that it didnt. &lt;br /&gt;It was just after three pm when the snow started that all fo us who were sitting around the table disscussing the news that Delta had brought us when Vader noticed something.&lt;br /&gt;"Prime?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just wondering, Where are Rose, Meleficent and the seekers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was all it took for all hell to break loose. For a good five mintues we were all sure that something had happened to them and that they had been attacked hurt or snatched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be something that Can either be looked on as better or worse depending on your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenya was looking out the window at the field when she noticed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh.. What's the Air Corps up too?" I turned and followed her gaze and the direction she was pointing and felt my jaw hit the bottom of my mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Corps plus, Saphiera, and a Strangely Familar large black dragon, were far out in the feild, thier riders to small to see at this point looking like they were all about to get ready to Either Go to fight or go training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Litterally heard Megatron Growl behind me.&lt;br /&gt;"Prime?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember the conversation about the duck tape we had when we found out that Meleficent and Rose had learned Dragon Riding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get the tape."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to slam the door open and storm out into the snow, and I proceeded to follow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose and Meleficent have the right to fight any how that they choose, but I will admit, im not fond of this idea. and Megatron is down right DEAD SET against it. I could tell that he intended to tell the girls that very fact.. LOUDLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should we go help the Rose and Mel Or prime and Megatron?" I heard Kenya ask as we headed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I say we let them handelt it and sell tickets." Vader managed to shoot back before the door shut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got down there and found Rose amoung the riders in her full armor gear that I had given her, Helmet and all, standing around with the others in the Corps While Will talked to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now then, Eragon, your used to solitary fighting, and Rose, You and Meleficent there are naturals but none of you have any experiance in formation fighting..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when i noticed that most of the seekers were standing around as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And If this cyclonus person is as good in the air as the seven of you say that he is, then we are going to need some real work as a squadron. A formation. We need for you two to learn to work in a group of others and we need for you Mechanical fliers to get used to how we move and be ready to work with us..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed Starscream, strangly much more serious after his return from entechment, nod to the commander of the air Corps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now then, Your Magesty," He held up his hand before Rose could snap, "Are you absoloutly certain that you want to do this? Not only will the crown be severly pissed at me if i let you get harmed but I really dont want you lover comming down on me either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neither the Crown NOR Orion will come down on you Will, I'm," I saw her pause and look up at Meleficent for agreement," WE are doing this of our own free will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay then," He nodded, "Every one mount up and get strapped in or transformed, Lets get to.... Uh oh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will had just spotted us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose and Meleficent turned to us then looked at each other, then the girl Jumped up on the others back in dragon form and before we could get there Tore into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats it!" Someone called and all of the dragons and seekers suddenly took off from the grown in a flurry like feathers from an exploded seabird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us stood there just looking after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well?" I asked megatron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They have to come down some time," He folded his arms, "I can wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was rather amazing to watch, the falling snow and the way that the creatures could move through it as well as the seekers, made it that much more so. Still it should have been uneventful. Just a simple trainging. It turned out to be so very much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them had been up there for at least an hour or more working on thier trainging when it happened, the trainging mission was about to become a full fleged arial battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every singel dragon From Temiere to Meleficent Suddenly froze in mid air and all of the seekers transformed to hover there. All of them just seeming to hang in the air for a few seconds when we heard it.. The roaring cry of another dragon and the sharp sounds of a twin engine jet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the huge black beast,  a white Celestial with red eyes,  as well as the purple fighter came into view it became plain who and what they were after. &lt;br /&gt;THen suddenly all of the others were whirling around trying to fend them off from the girls as they ducked and weaved and did there best to put up some kind of fight. The problem being that this had been traing and none of them had any kind of fire power with them. OTher than thier firethat is, and in this case it wasnt particularly effective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megatron and I stood there for second and then began doing everything in our power to get the girls attentions.. All of the fire power they needed was right there. Strapped to Megatron's arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have finally occured to them due to the fact that they suddenly pulled into a dive, nearly decapitated us, and landed. Rose tore off her helmet and screamed, "GET ON!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt have to be told twice. a few seconds later the four of us were heading back up this time to give Glaboratrix, Ling and Cyclonus a taste of thier own medicine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didnt take long for us to chase them off, Fusion weapons will do that to most people. Still it gacve us a lot to think about. The two dragons had finally had enough and began winging away but cyclonus stopped for asecond and transformed. To glare at the four of us, still there hovering in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoy This small victory as long as you can. Traitors to our race who would DARE to mingel your lines with those of this pitiful planet. OUr master will give Lord Galveatron  the power to destroy you. this time the key keeper will be dead, and your means to awaken My master's Brother will be gone with her. This time you wont deafeat us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then just like that he was gone back to where ever they had been hiding.. &lt;br /&gt;After it was all over The four of had a very long conversation.. The girls have promised not to go out again unless they take us with them. Its not that I dont trust them other thier skills, Meagatron either. Its justthat what was said to day scared me. The key Keeper. The means to awaken his masters brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF that means rose and the keys she has .. the means to awaken Primus.. then we have to be more carful that ever. However there is the fact that now we have this unique method of figting. One thing is for certain, this battle is anything but over.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimus Prime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-3390880238397367?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/3390880238397367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=3390880238397367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/3390880238397367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/3390880238397367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/04/dogfight.html' title='Dogfight...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-8949359378302759074</id><published>2007-04-01T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:26:02.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk...Prayer...  developments...</title><content type='html'>I yawn strech and decide that ive had enough of the moive, Will Ferell is one of screams faves and tonight he got to pick but im not to keen on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babe? "I look over to where orion and megs are eye ball deep in some discssion.. "IM going for a walk okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not alone your not," He informes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my mouth but get stopped mid whine, someone volunteers. Sunstorm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I shall acompany The Princess if that is alright with you Prime?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That works," Orion says as i shoot him dirty looks for makeing me take a baby sitter as well as the one that cant seem to grasp the concept that I'm not to keen on going by my title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose," I tell him, "Just Rose please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My lady that would be insufferably rude of me," He holds open the door, "If you will?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh, Why couldnt this set of twins be more like Rion and Mags? Seems like 90% of the twins from that planet have SERIOUS personality issues. Still coulda been worse.. He could have sent Thunderwing with me. Now that one .. is wierd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i head out to my normal walking place, For some reason i keep comming to Vectors Memorial. the place just seems to exude peace and serenity, much like the mech him self. And i have become quite fond of it. &lt;br /&gt;I sit down on the cool corner of the marble and stare out at the farm .. Will and his gang are clustred around one fire eragon and sapheria seeming to have if not totaly come to understand what the Corps are at least appriciate them and the fact that there are tons of riders around for him and his now. Tam' Lets out a huge roaring yawn and then settels back down for a while still. I realise that i have to go to sams and pick up some more food for every one here in a few days. thankfully drgons arent picky eaters, they will go for ground chuck as soon as filet minion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the cool night air and the huge sliver moon on the rise and just spend some time looking up at the stars then i look over at my body guard. Only to be reminded that ther are somethings about Stormy that I dont find odd at all. He is, one of the few TFs i have seen this way mind, VERY devout to his faith. And at that moment i find him Kneeling on one knee praying for either the departed or perhaps for the living, much as i have found my self doing here on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He realises i see him and promptly stops, "Your .. Your Highness.. I'm  sorry i was just..Uhhh.."&lt;br /&gt;"Stormy, for that you dont have to apologize.. I come here to do the same often. I pray that this war will end, that all of them out there who have come to our aid will have happy healthy lives, and that God or who ever you pray to will just watch over every one i love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thank you Your Highness," He acuatlly blushes some in the low light, "Even my brother has made comment, not out of spite but just out of simple couriosity, about my comming here. But it feels like a sacred place, it feels.. safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Safty is a rare commodity in these time Storm'," I stare back down at the house and every one around it, "We all should enjoy it while we can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice stormy Wave at Jazz as he and kenya walk past down at the bottom of the hill,  to find thier own spot to enjoy the night air. At least its peaceful for the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lean back a few more minutes and really make a point of enjoying the night air, ignoring the small commotion that starts down there some where. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the nights peace is broken for ever, when I hear it. &lt;br /&gt;Orion out on the porch calling for me. "ROSE!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehting that startles me, makes me move at almost a dead run down the hill wondering what on earth could have possibly put Fear into HIS voice. &lt;br /&gt;OF course i would find out.. ButI dont knwo what do to now.. Why would Nemesis snatch Delta? &lt;br /&gt;IN fact it was never explained fully to my satisfaction why they were enteched to begin with. &lt;br /&gt;It begins again and where it will end this time.. your guess is as good as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose and co&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-8949359378302759074?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/8949359378302759074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=8949359378302759074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/8949359378302759074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/8949359378302759074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/04/walkprayer-developments.html' title='Walk...Prayer...  developments...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-1441924454504827429</id><published>2007-03-24T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T16:33:03.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation ...</title><content type='html'>I should be sleeping, but the truth is I've slept so much over the past couple of days that I really cant any more. Mele' is, and the truth is I would love to be in bed. But ive laid there and done everything from listen to my "Pure Moods" cd to count celing tiles and My eyes just wont close. So for the moment I'm on my laptop checking my mail and blog. &lt;br /&gt;I have to smile as I hear the cat calls of "HEY HUGO!!" from down stairs as Poor megs walks around in the command center. It just hit the web about an hour ago that Hugo Weaving is going to be doing The poor guys voice in the new movie and now the Leader of the Decepticons is having to put up with the jokes. He says that if one more person calls him "agent Smith" They are on KP till the movie comes out.  So far, the Stunticons have met this fate and several others are probably going to be joining them.&lt;br /&gt;Orion is in the process of looking after several things in the command center and I dont begrude him his duties. He thinks I'm sleeping, and so i havent bothered him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process ofchecking my mail, and seeing whats going on on the other blogs, when i hear it. Or rather him. And then proceed to make a complete fool of my self fumbling with, and promopty dropping the  DVD player remote,  and managing to do everything BUT get "Empier" turned off in an attempt to not offend my Guest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You dont have to turn it off on my account," He rumbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get the thing and manage to snap it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, I know you and Kenya wouldnt Make Orion sit through "IT". I have no intention of makeing you suffer through this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling he's grinning at me under that thing.&lt;br /&gt;"Very well, I appriciate the sentiment your Hi...." He stops as he notices me holding up my hand, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just Rose okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again i get the impression of a smile, "Very well Rose. I appriciate the sentiment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So," I sit down my computer and look up at him, "What'cha donig up here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Checking on  you," He finishes the rest of  the steps and comes into my room taking a look around, "It MUST be a writer characteristic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" I look past him at the obstacle corse that my room is currently, "Oh that. I dunno about that.. I'm just a slob."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and he stands there for a moment in silence except for the resperator as i try and think of something to say to him. Turns out I dont get the chance As i suddenly have to double over and laps into another coughing fit. &lt;br /&gt;The illness i had been fighting for some time had started to get better but with this latest fight wearing me out, its come back yet again. As I learn as this last hacking fit leaves me breathless and wishing i could get my hands on the person  who gave this to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally snap out of my hacking and get enough wind in me agian to apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, I am so sorry Anakin, I coughed all over you!" I realize what ive said two seconds after its out of my mouth, "Oh I'm sorry Darth. I know you Dont like to be called that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not offened Rose," He's knelt down inf front of me so he can make sure im okay, "I am concerned about that though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its just a cold," I sigh and flop back , "Oh by the way, Thanks for comming to help Orion. I appriciate it. S'twice now youve been there for us when we needed help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could do no less my lady, And I know you and Prime would do no less for me," He proceeded to stand up and tower over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really are a good person you know that?" I smile up at the DarkLord, "And to think I used to be frightened of you as a kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were?" He seems to doubt that, "You dont strike me as the type that would be scared of anything. Let alone a character from a moive."&lt;br /&gt;I Shrug back at him, "Well I always some how Knew Orion and his were real, Maybe i sensed it about you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Possible and yet  now your not afraid of me? "&lt;br /&gt;"No," I shake my head, "Now i know you and what you really are, And that all your reactions, everything that was in the stories. Those are just the reactions of any sentient feeling being who had to face those choices in thier life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You.. dont think i was being selfish?"He cocks  his head to one side and continues to look at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you were being normal, And the truth is.. when it comes right down to it. You and Orion like ive said before are a lot alike. You had to make the same choices, had the same problems, and the same type of fate. Only the out come was different. And in the end it was really. So no, i dont blame you and im not afraid of you any more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That means a great deal to me Rose, As does your and Prime's friendship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thanks Yours and kenyas means a lot to us too. " I Stand up comming barely up to his control pannel, yes he definalty IS as all as Orion when Orion is his human size, "Come on down stairs I need something to drink after that coughing fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you like My lady." He motions me forward and follows me down the steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later I have my soda and get him a cup of coffee, I spend about an hour talking to Darth Vader at my kitchen table Waiting for Orion to show back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and megs finally walk in and I grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Hugo," I tease. &lt;br /&gt;"Dry up," Megs growls and heads off to check on Mele'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOu are going to have to explain that joke to me some time Rose," Darth Comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I giggle, "Go check the web.. Its all over it."&lt;br /&gt;Orion comes ovet to  me leaning down and giving me a hug, "What are you doing up?"&lt;br /&gt;"I uhh.. couldnt sleep, and Darth was keeping me company."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed," He stands up," I enjoyed talking to you Rose, We need to agian some time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like that," I grin and he heads off into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orion sits down next to me for a while and we talk, about all thats going on and what can happen next. And about what good friends we have.. and how we are happy that we can count  on all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rpse and co&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-1441924454504827429?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/1441924454504827429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=1441924454504827429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/1441924454504827429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/1441924454504827429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/03/conversation.html' title='Conversation ...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-1927116207144039178</id><published>2007-03-22T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:58:35.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For now...It remains to be seen</title><content type='html'>I come out of the house and take a look around at all of what is going on tonight on My Rose's Property.. All over the place are people and things and others who came back from the Appointment at Babalyon Palace. &lt;br /&gt;I heard what happened in the arena, The Ressurected thing that resembled Elita tossed out in the place to be ripped apart for the amusement of every one there. The truly sad part was that was just her body from the past. Something much much worse has become of her and Stelia, Which is why we were not there to see the old body destroyed. &lt;br /&gt;Rose and I as well as Megatron and my self had noticed that besides the places where all of this were going on there were several other places in the palace to investigate. The group we had with us all split up, The four of us, went one way, the Rider and his group went another and Will and his Air corps went to yet annother. &lt;br /&gt;We were in the process of trying to find anything when we Heard it, A headless trilling laugh that made us all freeze and then follow it.. Only to find something awful at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;A huge room made out in the palace like part of cybertron...and there in the room were two Femmes.. They Could have been Stelia and Elita, save for the fact that the colors they bore now were dark, andrather than the innocence that had always marked both women even durring the middle of the war, these two seemed consumed by wonton Lust and Vuluptiousness.&lt;br /&gt;The horror should have lasted longer and probably would have had not Two of the people we had never hoped to see again appeared. &lt;br /&gt;"What do you think prime?" Nemesis gloated from the shadows. "Ive decided you can keep your weak little human Princess there. I dont need her, I've already found my own queen."&lt;br /&gt;I was in shock and Rose? Next to me I could litterally feel the girl start to shake in rage. &lt;br /&gt;"You MONSTER! YOU BASTARD!!" She screamed as loud as she could.&lt;br /&gt;"You have NO shame," Meleficent Added, "You CLONED thier dead mates an brought them back as your ... slaves!?"&lt;br /&gt;I looked over at megatron, in all the years I have known him I dont hink until that day I have ever seen him cry. I still dont know what scared me more, the fact that they had done this and then thrown the real bodies to the arena, or the fact that even the Great "Slagmaker" himself was reduced to an emotional wreck upon seeing it. &lt;br /&gt;We would have stayed for more, would have kept our selves there and been tormented by this horror. If at that moment we had not realised that from some where else in the palace a battle had suddenly broken out. &lt;br /&gt;"Run along and play now," Nemesis Told me, "There will be pleanty of time for us to talk later."&lt;br /&gt; I wanted nothting more than to stay there and take his head off, Megatron wanted nothting more than to evisercate Glavatron for what he had done, for this horrid awful thing. But that would have cost us the lives of our comrads. So for the sake of innocent lives all of us swallowed out pain and turned to leave.. Rather Megatron and i did.. rose and Meleficent Stayed rooted to the spot for a few mormoments.&lt;br /&gt;"You think youve won dont you?" Meleficent growled. &lt;br /&gt;"Think again you Monster," Rose continued. Then the two of them began takeing turns telling him what would happen. &lt;br /&gt;"We wont let you have them."&lt;br /&gt;"We wont let you use the past and the mistakes of it against us."&lt;br /&gt;"youve made your choice and when the time comes. We will Do what  EVER it tkaes to set them free"&lt;br /&gt;I saw both of the girls standing there, light facing down darkness, light so bright because it had been touched by the dark and come away stronger. Nemesis glared at the two of them and made a motion with his hand shrowding the whole room in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Megatron and My self had found our way to the battle it was in full swing, Will' Corp Out up against the forces that had been called out from his enemys to aid agianst them. The huge black beast he rides suddnely landing before us and Him motioning us on..&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon! We need all the help we can get! We need Some serious Fire Power!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the moment we let it slip from the two of us what we h ad seen and done as we threw out selves in to what was being asked of us. Firepower was what they needed and was what they got. Compliments of my aim and Megatron's Alt mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when we got another shock, we had been wondering where Rose and Meleficent were when the two of them one strapped down the other in her "battle Mode" zipped past Will's Dragon on and up draft and got right in to the middle of the fight. &lt;br /&gt;"Do i even wannaknow?"  Megatron asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Those girls are naturals!" Willaim yelled back to us, "Just let them fight.. Dont let up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was two days ago, tonight the combtants are sprawled every where as they recuperate. two of which are by one of the bonfires currently being yelled at by Megatron.&lt;br /&gt;"And WHY pray tell did  you two THINK It was a good idea?"&lt;br /&gt;"Phulease.." Rose groans, " Its not any worse than Orion using you as his side arm."&lt;br /&gt;"That is COMPLETELY! and UTTERLY!! DIFFERENT!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh," Meleficent Still in her dragon form, To exhausted to chang back to her humanoid body at the moment. "Keep telling your self that."&lt;br /&gt;"Hes right," I agree as i walk up behind them," You two could have been killed, and I plan on having a SERIOUS talk with Will about giveing dragon flying lessons to people who have NO clue what they are doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I litterally almost see both of the girls wilt infront of me I have to wonder who this, seeing clones of our old Lifemates, come to life and side with our enemys, hurt worse. I get the feeling that Like always Rose feels responsible for what happened in some way. Meleficent feels like it is her fualt too, for not some how seeing what was comming, or for her past perhaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Megatron get ready to start up again and shake my head at him, this isnt wwhat they or any of us need now. &lt;br /&gt;This has been a horrid blow to us all, Palpatine is alive, Nemesis and Glavatron is alive, And Voldmort is also there. its over for now but what lies ahead of all of us? What horror is comming on the horizon? That remains to be seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-1927116207144039178?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/1927116207144039178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=1927116207144039178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/1927116207144039178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/1927116207144039178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-nowit-remains-to-be-seen.html' title='For now...It remains to be seen'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-6550494599952618697</id><published>2007-03-19T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:16:19.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and Prayers</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those moments  where you can acutally feel time passing? The seconds on the clock as they tick off? the sands in the hour glass as each gran slips by? &lt;br /&gt;Thats how Most of us here feel now, as if we are getting closer and closer to the dark. &lt;br /&gt;Mel and Megs are back. Orion just shook his head at the two of them and conceded that they did what they had to, but an explination before hand would have been nice. &lt;br /&gt;I STILL have no clue what happened, besides something invovling a vase of roses, and my getting scrachted on them. Then waking up later and wondering why everyone was standing around me looking at me like I had just came back from the dead. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Still we have a lil less than 24 or so hours before it all goes down. I really am scared of what we might find or see when we get there. But all of those who have gathered here are commited. From will and his corps. To The Rider and The Hunter. None of us will let them get away with what they are planning. Still its hard to just sit here and do nothing for the time being except feel the seconds tick by. It finally gets to me and I wind up taking a walk in the woods to of all places, Vector's Grave. Its so dark and cold out tonight that I can almost feel it closing in on me. So its no wonder that this bright lil  flame on the hill side attracted me. He gave his life to make sure that the darkness didnt consume the world, the universe. It drives me crazy to think that him and all of those who have been lost may very well have died in vain. To think that we may never get the ones we care for back. It really truly hurts, to wonder just what we will see when we go into that place tomorrow.  Will Nemesis and Galvatron be there? did they do the horrible unforgiveable thing that both my self and Meleficent are terrified of? And will we have no choice, the men we love have no choice but the dark evil one we are facing when the time comes to fight? I sit down on the cool marble and put my face in my hands, wanting nothing but to go back and bawl in the arms of the manI love, but knowing that this is neither the time nor the place for that. right now there is no one left to listen to me or comfort me except the best listeners and comforters of all. &lt;br /&gt;I pray to all that can hear us, God, Primus, The Force, and what ever else you wanna call the powers that be in the universe. Please guide us and keep us all safe.&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-6550494599952618697?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/6550494599952618697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=6550494599952618697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/6550494599952618697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/6550494599952618697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-and-prayers.html' title='Time and Prayers'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-4249556798083420969</id><published>2007-03-10T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:23:48.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invitation and Desecration</title><content type='html'>Okay.. well I NORMALLY dont post twice in a day...  But Megatron had to get it out of his system and I decided to let him. I really wasnt in the mood while ago any how. but Now.. Now i need to..&lt;br /&gt;We just got one of the invitations there was only one problem.. It wasnt delivered by an owl. It was delievered by Roller. For those of you who dont know much about Op, he has a remote unit as part of his trailer called Roller. Well the thing that showed up on my door step was Roller. Or something that looked like him.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather a dark version of him. &lt;br /&gt;It simply handed me the parchment, beeped at me vicously and rolled away. I stared down at the thing in my hand for a few moments andd then felt someone touch my shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;I turned around to see Meleficent her face full of pain and worry.&lt;br /&gt;"rose.. you had better get in here fast."&lt;br /&gt;I followed her in to the com room and found both Op and Megs there looking like they had been kicked in the gut.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"Thier graves..." Megatron got out.&lt;br /&gt;"Say what?"&lt;br /&gt;Meleficent looked even sadder and informed me of what was going on. "Steelia And Elita-1's graves have been desicrated on Cybertron. Someone...Someone took thier boides." &lt;br /&gt;I didnt even think about the letter.. I tossed it on the ground and went over to Orion. &lt;br /&gt;"Oh Lord baby im so sorry!!"&lt;br /&gt;I just was there for  him... but really i didnt know what to do. I looked over at Mele' and saw that the Fairy was at a loss too. Here there was all this noble talk about letting the past go, and yet the people we fought are bound and determined to bring it back reopen old wounds again and again. &lt;br /&gt;What would any one want with the bodies of thier life mates? Lord I hope that it was just a moral tactic because i have no idea what could be next"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-4249556798083420969?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/4249556798083420969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=4249556798083420969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/4249556798083420969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/4249556798083420969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/03/invitation-and-desecration.html' title='Invitation and Desecration'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-4725945544208824285</id><published>2007-03-10T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:39:04.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>I am writing this due to the fact that neither Prime nor Rose were here when it happened. And i have to admit I am a bit thankful for that. The poor girl would probably have blamed her self if she had been here for it,so for once it seems that the universe decided to have mercy on the Girl. &lt;br /&gt;what happend? &lt;br /&gt;What happed was that we discovered that one of our allies had been the one selling us out to our enemies. Rose never trusted him, and i dont think she was to shocked to learn that he was a double agent. &lt;br /&gt;The man claims to be a purponet of order. However he has just probven that he has sold out those he was called to aid to the forces of Chaos. &lt;br /&gt;Rah's Alghoul the leader of the Leauge of Shadows. &lt;br /&gt;It was not far from the house when we located him, either he thought he was being sneaky or he deliberately wanted to be caught to get away from the do gooders. I have no idea what style of com he was communicateing on or what made him think he was going to get away from all of us. &lt;br /&gt;But he was under the impression that we were nieve idots given to higher ideals that have no part in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;He dosent know me very well at all. I have seen and LIVED the dark side. I understandd it intimately. I Know all about the lust for power and the thrill of conquest. I also know the lonlieness, the pain of never trusting any one or anything. The cold lifeless existance that one must embrace when he or she decides the instead of a strength, love and compassion are weaknesses. I learned it the hard way As my body floated through space cold and alone, while a cloned imposter took my power and the empier that my darkness had created and ran it into the ground. I came home and saw that. I realized that Prime had been right, Alpha trion had been right. All of those to told me and told me over the years that if i perpetuated this war there would be no winners. Only a wasteland were right. I have lived it.. Meleficnet has lived it. Neither of us wish to go back. I learned that those "Weaknesses" had power enough to shake the world. I...changed. &lt;br /&gt;And i couldnt let this upstart destroy what we had fought for because he could not accept what is a fundamental truth of the universe. &lt;br /&gt;My self, Meleficent, William and his forces, The Rider and The Hunter, and all of those others chased the man into the woods and finally captured him. He is now in his OWN catatonic state, and while a part of me knows that he would have been more useful to us if he had not been subjected to that particular power I am glad that he will no longer be able to aid those who seek to harm us.&lt;br /&gt;Rose almost had a heart attack when her and Prime returned and she found out what had happened. Prime just looked at me for a few moments as if there was still some small part of him that hadnt beleived I had really changed.. And now did. I cannot say I blame him. But I am pleased that I know I now have his full trust.&lt;br /&gt;Alghoul specifically tried to stear us from the truth, Hurt rose with his false accusations, and sold out those who were simply trying to help to an abominationious process. &lt;br /&gt;He has and will, the Rider has assured me, continue to pay for his crimes. &lt;br /&gt;Part of this war is a war of nerves. Ive seen it and done it a million times. the Key to this is to be more patitent than those who are out there that we fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubts that we will wint this in the end. It isnt about power or vanity this time. We fight for the right reasons, Finally, I fight for the right reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will not waste my second chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megatron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-4725945544208824285?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/4725945544208824285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=4725945544208824285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/4725945544208824285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/4725945544208824285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/03/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-3506500030903716630</id><published>2007-03-03T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:46:51.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Awakening and its answers...</title><content type='html'>I come in from work, change in to my sweats and then take the time to get on line and when I do i nearly barf. &lt;br /&gt;Well okay I feel like barfing any how, but that seems to be due to this what ever it is i can't get over. Reading that its a possiblity that our friends have had thier life forces sucked out to power some kind of army makes it even worse. &lt;br /&gt;As i sit there and read, and wonder how they could have survived what happened to them, some lil niggling in the back of my mind keeps bothering me but i cant seem to work my mind around it. &lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough its one of my guests that makes the connection that either i didnt want to make.. or my mind just wouldnt let me make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tapping away on my lap top when Rah's Shows his face for the first time around me since i told him off several weeks ago and points somethign out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alive but with no volition?" He leans down and takes a closer look, "It sounds like what happened to your lover at the hands of the Quintessons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to slap him for that crack, I really do. I am just this shy of doing it when i realize something. I realize hes right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's exactly right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I go do something that I almost never do... I go pull out my copy of the episode that tells the story of what happened in the "Dark Awakening" and watch it. And again Realize that Quigon's look alike has a point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What all of this means is this, the Quintessons have a way to keep bodies that have lost thier vital life force alive. Even to the point where they can at least LOOK like they have some kind of personality. Or they can leave them as mindless bodies that are technically alive but are with out a mind, a personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me back to one more conclusion, our friends, the ones that have had this abomination done to them. They were left for us to find on purpose. They were a warning. &lt;br /&gt;basically someone out there, be they Palpatine or someone else is trying to send us a message.  Something that can be summed up like. "If you dont back down and let us have our way this is going to happen to you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they get two things... They get an army of war bots powered by the souls of some of our most powerful members and they get to basically give us the finger while they are at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull my self up from where i feel like im glued to the floor and head out to Find Orion and tell him. I finally come across him in the living room as well several of the others who are discussing what has been on the blog so far. Almost all of them stop and stare at me.. liek they all know that I have something to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose?" Orion stands up and holds out his arms to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They..." And then I just cant, i bury my self in his arms and let Rah's tell them what conclusions that have been found. &lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later im up in my room just kind of sitting on my bed reading when Orion finally comes to see me.&lt;br /&gt;"are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;I look up at him," No, but i will be."&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry it took that for us to make the connection."&lt;br /&gt;I sigh, "Could have been worse, Roddy could have had to do it."&lt;br /&gt;I set my book down," So now what? this means the Qutins have their tentecals in to it, what else?"&lt;br /&gt;"Some how that dosent shock me. after all if Palpatine does come back in a mechaical body he need someone to build it."&lt;br /&gt;I sigh and  flop back still feeling sick. "Great, just great." &lt;br /&gt;"And your still not feeling well either."&lt;br /&gt;"its just a cold."&lt;br /&gt;"Rose, its not just a cold,"He glares down at me.&lt;br /&gt;"I know,"I sigh,"My system is run down from everything thats happened, what am i supposed to do about it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well for one thing, since tomorrow is your day off, you can keep your butt in bed."&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh, I am not gonna sit in bed while we are gearing up for a war."&lt;br /&gt;"Just takeit easy tomorrow okay?" He finally sat down next to me. "And try to get some rest?"&lt;br /&gt;"How many times do we have to have this conversation?"I groan.&lt;br /&gt;"As many times as it takes to get you to do what ratchet keeps telling you."&lt;br /&gt;I sigh and finally give in.&lt;br /&gt;"If you leave me alone and let me sleep and keep all the other wierdos in line, I'll TRY to not over do it tomorrow okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Good," He bends down and gives me a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sigh and settle back.&lt;br /&gt;So we know another bit to what is going on.. they left them alive on purpose. &lt;br /&gt;I just havev one thing to say to the monsters out there, You dont scare us. And you cannot make us stop. Hurting people like this doesnt make you big or more powerful. It just shows what evil creeps you are. &lt;br /&gt;We wont give up, we wont stop fighting you. And there is nothing you can do to make us back down. &lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-3506500030903716630?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/3506500030903716630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=3506500030903716630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/3506500030903716630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/3506500030903716630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/03/dark-awakening-and-its-answers.html' title='Dark Awakening and its answers...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-2134624548396465100</id><published>2007-02-24T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:50:39.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depthcharge</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;br /&gt;Rose is in no condition to post this. Both Primes are too busy. Megatron is too busy. So I GUESS that leaves me to post this thing. &lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;suppose&lt;/em&gt; I should introduce my self. &lt;br /&gt;My name is Depthcharge. Contrary to what Prime's Princess might have said about me I am not a nut case fish. NOR do I have the personality of Clint Eastwood on a bad day. I do have issues, and one of those issues is the reason that I am out in a barn out here on this farm, trying to decide if whats going on is real. OR if this is just another one of &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; tricks. &lt;br /&gt;Of course I have with me The Protectobots, Starscream's twin Sunstorm, Jetfire, and finally the fruit loop. Sorry, Sorry, Her name is Spiral. Rampages's lil pet. &lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time she was a wierd mutated thing called Transmutate, im not going into details, lets just say that Spi' makes my lil Playmate there look sane. &lt;br /&gt;Any how, for the moment I'm standing here, and just wondering if something out there was nasty enough to take out X, sorry, Rampage. &lt;br /&gt;I really shouldnt have come, I dont trust him. But I have to admit even I wouldnt wish this on any one, not even Rampage. &lt;br /&gt;First Aid is really trying hard to see what is wrong wtih both our current cuasulaties as well as the rest ofthem that are here. Jet stands at the entrance seeming to have decided that its his job to keep the door safe. Sunstorm sits next to his twin, and poor Spi just stares blankly.&lt;br /&gt;I finish makeing my report to Prime, things back at rose's are okay. Though I wonder if she is. Despite her acting ablities the girl's Still sick. But thats' Prime's problem not mine. Mine is still laying over there, still having that lil flake look at him with those Waif eyes of hers and makeing me wonder how much harder this is gonna get. &lt;br /&gt;I had thought that he and Starscream had ran off, I could have sworn that he was back to his old ways and there were going to be reports of bodies comming in with his claw prints on them in the next few hours. In stead, hes on a slab and that means that there is something lurking out there, WORSE than him. &lt;br /&gt;I dont know much about this Vold' person, and I know almost nothing about that Palp guy either. I know pleanty about Unicron and Nemesis, i mean come on what Transformer dosent? But honestly i never really worried about universe spanning threats and great ultimate evil. I guess it was petty of me, but i just wanted revenge for my own pain. I had to learn the hard way that there are more important things out there than that. Sometimes you have to let go of your hatred to move on. &lt;br /&gt;But I still didnt trust Rampage, never will i suppose. And now that lack of trust has lead to this. Something powerful and evil enough to steal the Sparks of Two &lt;em&gt;Immortal&lt;/em&gt; Cybertronians. &lt;br /&gt;Ive heard that it was some girl named Kanna, ive heard that It might be the same poison that Hurt Primes Princess last summer, ive heard that it could have been any Number of things. I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;But I do know one thing. &lt;br /&gt;Those that were taken, were taken for a reason. All of them are some of the more powerful members of the resitance. Jinn, Maul, Starscream, Rampage, The dragons, and Others. All of them have enough raw power to level a city on thier own, If someone out there has found a way to harness that then we are in deep slag. &lt;br /&gt;So all i can do now is watch and wait. Send the reports to the Brass, and hope that the answers are fourth comming. &lt;br /&gt;Because if there is something out there powerful enough to take down the thing, the person, that in less than one megacycle Took out a whole colony. then we had better get ready because if we arent We're screwed. &lt;br /&gt;Depthcharge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-2134624548396465100?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/2134624548396465100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=2134624548396465100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/2134624548396465100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/2134624548396465100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/02/depthcharge.html' title='Depthcharge'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-4043944967015527329</id><published>2007-02-16T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:42:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Valentine's Day or How much a year can change things...</title><content type='html'>Last year I was makeing faces and wishing the holiday would just hurry up and get over, this year? &lt;br /&gt;This year I'm in the bath room with several other women all of them fighting for mirror space and hair dryers as all of us try to get ready for our dates. &lt;br /&gt;"GIVE IT!"&lt;br /&gt;I give the smaller hair dryer a tug and finally manage to get it away from Roxanne. &lt;br /&gt;She makes a face at me and goes back to fluffing up her own hair.&lt;br /&gt;"I dont see why you two are bothering," She sniffed. &lt;br /&gt;"Oh will you NOT start that again Roxy!" Karen growls, "Your gonna piss one of these two off and either wake up shot some where uncomfortable or wake up a frog!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm  not about to waste my powers on that," Meleficent huffs adding another braid to the pile shes constructing, "I'll just slap you."&lt;br /&gt;"Whats your problem any how?" I get out as i finish with my own mop.&lt;br /&gt;"What  do you mean is my problem? Your relationships are WIERD!!"&lt;br /&gt;I stop and stare at the woman open mouthed Karen rolls her eyes and Mele just ignores her and keeps working on her do.&lt;br /&gt;"You have the gall to stand there and tell me my relationship is wierd?" I ask again just for clarification as I sit down the hair dryer and pick up my favorite head band. &lt;br /&gt;"Yes," She nodded, "I mean come on.... Your all's guys... They well... Thier machines!"&lt;br /&gt;"So?" I shoot back, "You happen to be dating a DEMON bounty hunter."&lt;br /&gt;"At least he's Human some of the time," Roxanne snarks.&lt;br /&gt;"Least mine's got lips," I shoot back. &lt;br /&gt;I start putting my face on and Rox just stands there trying to get out some kind of rebuttle to that one. I hear Karen make a funny smothered sound behind her and she turns to find her friend about to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well," The other girl shrugs, "Shes got a point."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dont you DARE take her side!"&lt;br /&gt;"Im not takeing any one's side. And I have no intention of argueing about the strangeness of my relationship. I KNOW mines a nut job." &lt;br /&gt;"Mine too!" Mele chimes in.&lt;br /&gt;"No kidding," karen confirms for her, "He turns into a gun."&lt;br /&gt;"And yours has fangs." &lt;br /&gt;they both look at each other and break out in grins.&lt;br /&gt;"Aint it cool?" they ask each other in perfect unison eliciting Groans from my self and  Roxanne. &lt;br /&gt;"I still say its wierd that you fell in love with a robot," Rox says yet again as We finish with the make up and move on to the acessories. &lt;br /&gt;"I never said it WASNT wierd, I never said I WASNT wierd," I tell her As i fish out a pair of rose gold earring and then finish the look with my bit of the Matrix i still have,"But I do love him, and thats all that should matter right?"&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose you have a point," She turns in the mirror and looks at her own outfit, It looks like something Cross bred from Evening wear and biker leathers.&lt;br /&gt;Mele Finally finishes her own out fit, A stunning black gown that looks like it cost more than my car. Karen Gives her own black suit the once over and Nods to her self and I run my hands over my own black silk shirt and gold leaved jeans to make sure that i dont look like my normal scruffy self. How we acutaly managed to get dressed, and get out make up on, and make our selves half way presentable durring all of that I have no idea but I have to admit We do look pretty good. I dont know if the fact that we are all wearing black means anything other than it just looks good. If its some kind of an omen I choose to ignore it and a few seconds later I get proof that every one else is too.&lt;br /&gt;Mele grins," better than mortal men deserve." &lt;br /&gt;"S'probably why none of us are dateing any." I have to crack. &lt;br /&gt;We all bust out laughing and then head to the door to meet the guys. &lt;br /&gt;I smile to my self as i make it out and See Orion standing there in the frosty Air looking like he had polished every inch of his armor by hand, Megs having much the same look. Karen and Roxy's guys pale by compareison and I head out feeling the remains of the snow cruch under my heals. &lt;br /&gt;"You look Like an Angel," Orion tells me and i can feel my self start blushing.&lt;br /&gt;"And You look like a masterpeice," I walk up and put my  arms around his neck. &lt;br /&gt;I think we would have spent the rest of the night there if the mood hadnt been broken by the Roar of and engine breaks us out of it. I grin as i have time To catch a glimps of flame heading over the hill in one direction and a flash of Chrome in the other. &lt;br /&gt;"Well," Megs tells us,"I believe they have the right idea."&lt;br /&gt;I see him make a signal and a few seconds later the shuttle appears and the four of us head in. &lt;br /&gt;up on the ark for my self and Orion, they have gone about setting up what looks like a simple romantic dinner in the middle of the observation deck. I wave out the window as I see Mele' and Megs with a similar Set up on the Nemeis. &lt;br /&gt;And then I loose my self in the moment and happen to be able to for the moment forget that there may be something on the horizon. Foget the fact that ive been sick as a dog and the only reason I'm able to pull off this dinner is thanks to a VERY large dose of cold medicine, and forget that come the morning life will go back to normal. For once in my life I just let my self enjoy being in love. &lt;br /&gt;We spend more time on dinner than I think i ever have in years and then Somethign that im not expecting happens. &lt;br /&gt;They come out and move the table and then turn the lights down. The floor of the observation deck is made out of a very reflective something and as the lights go down it looks like the two of us are just standing there in space. Someone starts playing a song that i love, "This Rose is" i manage to forget further and just live and Love in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This rose is our Destiny,&lt;br /&gt;Being led on by fate,&lt;br /&gt;our hands embrace&lt;br /&gt;and i dream of you &lt;br /&gt;until the end of the world. ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-4043944967015527329?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/4043944967015527329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=4043944967015527329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/4043944967015527329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/4043944967015527329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/02/st-valentines-day-or-how-much-year-can.html' title='St. Valentine&apos;s Day or How much a year can change things...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-6444380793038517578</id><published>2007-02-13T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:29:41.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>worried</title><content type='html'>Okay folks, there have been some strange dissapearances at several places over the last week or two. For a while i thought that the Dinotbots had dissappeared to but it turns out they are just crashing with some one else for a while. So I thought that no one around here went missing. Ive been sick a lot lately and its kinda hard to do a head count when your coughing every other breath. To day however we found out that some people were missing, the two worst possible people to missing that could.  We had more help show up, Thunderwing and Sunstorm as well as some others.  But considering whos gone that might even not be enough. I came home after work and found a group of very freaked out people. None of the guests were around and at the table were Orion, megs, Mel, and the rest of the command from ultramagnus to Roddy. I knew from the looks that it couldnt be good news.                                                          &lt;br /&gt;"Whats the matter?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Remember how there have been people going missing?" Roddy asked&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and Orion chimed in.&lt;br /&gt;"We found out we have some people missing too." &lt;br /&gt;I felt my stomach drop out from under me when i heard the names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two that are missing are Starscream and Rampage.  Two of the biggest trouble makers that have ever left and been on earth or cybertron.    I would like to think that because of peace that these two dont still have the potental to cause chaos. &lt;br /&gt;I hope that they are just off some where, and that this dosent mean anything serious. The last thing we need is those two deciding that they are board with being nice.  &lt;br /&gt;As dorky as Screams can come off as most people tend to forget before he ever jointed the cons he was a scientist, a geinius at that. And Rampage? Well ive describied him as hannible lector in a TF body before and i stick by that. Needles to say Megs isnt thrilled, Either of them. Jetfire is just plain pissed and im not even going into depthcharge's disposition. &lt;br /&gt;I hope they turn up and that nothing comes of this. Lord knows things just keep going from strange to stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-6444380793038517578?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/6444380793038517578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=6444380793038517578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/6444380793038517578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/6444380793038517578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/02/worried.html' title='worried'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-117035472317612614</id><published>2007-02-01T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T10:32:03.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened last night...</title><content type='html'>What happened last night? Sheesh well where should I start? lesee.. well i got home from work at the normal time and found a Sunstreaker just shy of throttleing one of our new guests. Appaerently he had decided that he was going to take a look at the yellow countach out side and it still hadn't registered with him that these cars arent what they seem. &lt;br /&gt;"Look pal," Sunny growled, "touch my paint job again and the question of weather or not you are undead will be come a moot point." &lt;br /&gt;The damphere in question then proceeded to notice me there and turned to glare at me. &lt;br /&gt;"dont give me dirty looks bub," I shrugged, "I TOLD You not to bother the cars."&lt;br /&gt;I got another glare from behind those sunglasses of his and I just shrugged it off and went into the house. &lt;br /&gt;That was when i found that my two newest guests, the one sunny wanted to get hold of, and the other new arrival, felt compeled to invite  thier girl freinds so Karen Jansen, and Roxanne Simpson were both sitting at my table with Rox's guy haveing a discussion as i let the door slam behind me. &lt;br /&gt;"Wait a second," Rox commented, "I thought the ones with the purple crest were the bad guys." She turned to look at her guy, "Shouldn't you be, ya know..Arrgh!" she proceeded to do her best monster impression," I mean it IS after dark." &lt;br /&gt;"Dont ask me,"He shrugged, "maybe they changed."&lt;br /&gt;I crossed my arms as Karen proceeded to notice me and clear her throat loudly.&lt;br /&gt;"Duh," I said in response to his comment. Then headded off into the house. &lt;br /&gt;Only to be accosted give minutes later and dragged, by Ratchet, who by the way has recovered, To my bed room where he could take a look at me. &lt;br /&gt;"You mind telling me why your doing this?" I demanded.&lt;br /&gt;"shut up and stay still," He went to work scanning me, "As for why im doing this, op says you've been coughing and your joints have been hurting. I want to make sure its just a cold and not something more serious."&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and Shut my eyes and let him have his way. A few seconds later Orion Showed up and sat down next to me while the medic was still checking me. &lt;br /&gt;"You know you dont have to do this Orion," I told him,"Im not some helpless lil female, im not a mary sue."&lt;br /&gt;"No one ever said you were, In fact your the farthest thing from it. What you ARE is a workaholic who doenst know when to slow down." He reached over and took hold of my nearest hand. "I jsut want you to be okay."&lt;br /&gt;I sighed,"FIne." &lt;br /&gt;I held still and let them have thier way. A few seconds later they were done. I have to admit, it did feel good just to lay there and relax some. &lt;br /&gt;"Okay you can sit up, No i take that back, keep laying there. In fact go to sleep." &lt;br /&gt;"Why?" &lt;br /&gt;"Because," The doctor replied, "you have one hell of a cold, and your tired. I dont know if its from this job, which i dobut or left overs from where rite aide tried to kill you. But its there. So just stay still and go to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;"Orders?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hell yes," he growled, " Least i can do for this over grown tonka truck looking after me when im out."&lt;br /&gt;i grinned at that and proceeded to settle back down. Orion grinned at me, and proceeded to make him self comfortable on the edge of the bed planning on keeping me company till i could go to sleep when it all broke loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From some where out side, something started screaming. &lt;br /&gt;I jumped up.. Orion jumped up and two seconds later we were tearing out of the house with every one else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we found when we got out there was a sceen i really dont know how to describe. Will and his air corps had brought several people to stay here. Several young dragonets as well as young riders in trainging as well.All of the kids, as well as all of the baby dragons were huddleing into the back of thier pen as menacing dark wraith like forms advanced on them. Those things that voldmorte comands. Dermentors or how ever you spell it. Going after kids and babies. The lil dragons who had never NEVER known any kind of mistreatment in thier short lives were crying and the kids were doing thier best to protect thier mounts despite the fact that they wanted to scream them selves. They were waving tourches and trying to drive them off but it wasnt doing any good.. the more that they tried the worse it got. &lt;br /&gt;Then all hell broke loose every one that could decended on the dermentors and started doing everything to drive them off. The fight, I dont know how long it lasted but it came to an end when Rox's Guy, in his monster, demon, or what ever you want to call this form, got a hold of one and subjected it to one of his powers, to make the person experiance all the pain it had caused. &lt;br /&gt;The dermentor started screaming like It was on fire and I couldnt take it. I Looked away and buried my face in my hands. &lt;br /&gt;Moments later it was over and all of them had left. &lt;br /&gt;People rushed in to help the kids and the dragonets, and I managed to pull my self together only to have Orion Grab me and pull me back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rose, Dont," He looked at me dead serious, "you dont have to prove your self. Please for once, go back to the house. Please? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him for a second and nodded, Hateing to be releageted back to this but knowing that there wasnt any thing I could do. The other girls were there, hell even Mele' had stayed back. &lt;br /&gt;"why did they make the girls stay home?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Because," Mele said, " NONE of us need to be exposed to dermentors. Its not a sign of weakness rose. It's just a fact."&lt;br /&gt;I nodded finally to tired to argue any more and just sat down to wait. eventually Orion, Megs, and all the rest of the guys came back and gave all the women the  comfort they needed. &lt;br /&gt;Orion sat on my bed with me till i feel asleep and stayed there to keep the night mares away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people we are facing have no shame. Children and babies, what's Next?&lt;br /&gt;We have to keep strong, even if that means sometimees staying on the side lines. what ever it takes to win.. we have to do it. &lt;br /&gt;Rose and co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-117035472317612614?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/117035472317612614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=117035472317612614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/117035472317612614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/117035472317612614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-happened-last-night.html' title='What happened last night...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116953620784327176</id><published>2007-01-22T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:10:07.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Soliders, More Alies, BIG Guns...</title><content type='html'>Somewhere , once upon a time, i heard the saying that old soliders never die, they just fade away. That is SO not true. They dont die, or fade away. They sit, they wait, they watch and they find a way to make them selves useful when you will NEVER see it comming. case in point? My father. &lt;br /&gt;The man, and mind you  I have known this since I was like five, has old military contacts up the yin yang. And he's always looking for something to give his time and effort to. The strange thing is, I thought that when he found out that I was in love with orion, he was going to flip. He shocked me by not only haveing no Flippage, but telling me that he hoped I was happy. I was also under the imrepssion that when he found out that We had gone and gotten our selves committed to a war, interplanetary at that, he would flip. Again a shock, no flippage and he proceeded to call up one of his old contacts, that I had briefly met as a kid, and ask him to make me some goodies for the road. to night when I got home from work, MORE shocks. There stood my dad engrossed in conversations with two of his favorite contacts. Mr. Whistler, and Mr. Slade. both of them were fridenly enough to me, and they had always been nice. The people they had with them though, THEY left a lot to be desiered. &lt;br /&gt;"Oh No, daddy you didnt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now come on Rosey," he soothed, "YOu know you and that man of yours are gonna need all the help you can get. Shell got you her boy's teacher so I figuered I'd get you some people I know can help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I appriicate that daddy, I really do. But i dont have time for seizures and beheadings." &lt;br /&gt;That got me a very loud  "HEY!!" from both of the biker wanna be's on the porch and a grin from My dad, Mr. Slade and Mr. Whistler. &lt;br /&gt;"Okay fine, they can stay , but I'm giving them the same ultimatium that Orion and I gave Rah's Alghoul. You people cross the line, and you are GONE. G-O-N-E got it? we cant turn into them to beat them. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the elderly gentle men nodded to me while i got some REALLY dirty looks from the over gown mosquito and the bone head. and NO I'm not being rude, im being Litteral.  &lt;br /&gt;Mr slade makes a comment to my dad about him rasing me right as I walk into the house to find orion and spota couple of  somethings on the counter turn and about face and stnatch open the door. I point to the first one of the two i see. &lt;br /&gt;"YOU! stay out of my car mags and away from the cars around here. If you dont I"M not responsible for what happens."&lt;br /&gt;I turn to the other one. &lt;br /&gt;"YOU! Stay out of my candy, keep yer boney hands OFF of my Jelly Bellys!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found one of my mustang tranders much dog eared and my jar of gormet jelly beans evicerated.&lt;br /&gt;I walk further into the house and find megs and Orion in a discussion about if its time to bring in the BIG guns. By big guns again here I am being litteral, there are several of the transformers that are Huge to say the least. At least two that i know of that are the size of city blocks on thier small days. So they are discussing if we should bring them in. Mele' is stting down between them as they stand by another table full of maps and battle figuers and seems to be about to comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look if you bring Maixmus, AND Metroplex, NOT To mention Omega, then i have to contribute something" megs says.&lt;br /&gt;"you dont have to if you dont want to, "Orion tells him, "But what ever you bring will be appriciated. "&lt;br /&gt;"Well I could always call in ThunderWing and Sunstorm."&lt;br /&gt;I see Orion do a ten second freeze and consider that. Sunstorm is twin to starscream, only with a lot more tact and the power of a nuclear reactor. Thunderwing is a very rare type of TF called a pretender. Due to his techno organic outer shell hes VERY VERY powerful. So much so that at one point he ran riot over both armies and nearly wiped out the planet. He has since learned how to handle the thing, mind  you, hes still a bit of a wild card.&lt;br /&gt;"Call them" Orions says, "but keep them for a last resort. Primus Knows We may well need thier power if they manage to pull off what they are planning."&lt;br /&gt;At this point Mele notices that ive been neglected and so she clears her throat loudly enough to make  them look first at her and then at where shes eyeballing, my direction. &lt;br /&gt;"ROSE!" orion seems happier than happy that ive finally appeard and calls the meeting to a close. Needless to say we have the alies and the fire power, i just hope we have enough to stop what ever is going down this time. &lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116953620784327176?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116953620784327176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116953620784327176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116953620784327176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116953620784327176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/01/old-soliders-more-alies-big-guns.html' title='Old Soliders, More Alies, BIG Guns...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116875353746818759</id><published>2007-01-13T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:45:37.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why We need Compassion...</title><content type='html'>I go flying and riccochet of the padded wall once again and wind up looking up at the celing. &lt;br /&gt;"All RIGHT that's &lt;em&gt;IT&lt;/em&gt; no more to day Rah's! I've had it."&lt;br /&gt;I roll up onto my feet and look at the man that could be quigon jinn's double. Just one thing, theres not an ounce of the peace and compassion in this mans eyes that quigon has. &lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean thats..." He seems stunned that some one would tell him no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just what i said," I grab a towl and a my water. "find another punching bag bub. I have to go practice my shooting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gets me a glare and i go to change into some civis. &lt;br /&gt;Ive been a martial artist for years, and this guy is good. I dont want to over estimate my self here, but if it werent for the fact that my joints are hurting a lot lately for some reason, I could take him. &lt;br /&gt;Still I decide not to egg him on and head over to the shooting range when im finally finished changing.&lt;br /&gt;Most every one who could be out there was out there. There were people with bows and arrows, people with cross bows. And  Tons and tons of guns. &lt;br /&gt;Orion was poised with his ion rifle and megs was standing behind Meleficent showing her how to aim on a weapon that wasnt him. I pulled out my own gun and was chekcing it when Guess who shwoed up to bother me somemore.&lt;br /&gt;"you know its not good to walk out on your teacher."&lt;br /&gt;"I didnt ask you to be my teacher y ou bitter jerk. I ASKED if you wanted to spar."&lt;br /&gt;"Of course im your teacher, Whatelse could i be to a child like you? Oh and by the way your doing that wrong." He motioned to my preps to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;"Well you could condisder me equal, I have as much if not more training than some of your lackies. I've kicked bruce's aft at least once and he was  your PRIZE student right?"&lt;br /&gt;He didnt seem to happy about that comment and continued to glare at me. "Your still doing that wrong."&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" &lt;br /&gt;I squeesed off my first shot and procceded to take the target out perfectly. &lt;br /&gt;"Im not doing it wrong Mr' AlGhoul, Im just not doing it YOUR way."&lt;br /&gt;"You think you knwo as much as some one like me? Girl, your compassion is going to get you killed."&lt;br /&gt;I stopped in midshot and looked at him. &lt;br /&gt;"Dont say that."&lt;br /&gt;"Its a weeknes and you know it."&lt;br /&gt;I noticed orion standing behind him starting to fume. I looked at him and shook my head, meaning Let ME handle this one.&lt;br /&gt;"Look, I know your old enough to make me, and Michell, and Bruce look like children. I Know you date back to the begining of our civilization and that you have seen so much of humanity and its foblies that you think that anything with sentiance is only bad. That Order has to come at a price, in lives.That like you said, compassion will get you killed."&lt;br /&gt;He opned his mouth to say something, i held up muy hand for him to stop.&lt;br /&gt;"And the truth is, with the people, No the MONSTERS we are going off to fight, your right. We cannot show them compassion. Palpatine, and Unicron, and Voldmort, they have no clue what that is and showing it to them, WILL get us killed.&lt;br /&gt;"But with normal every day people, be they human, or something else, you have to have that compassion. Or you loose your own. You've met and know people that are the poseter children for the redemptive power of love and compassion. Vader, Megatron, Meleficent, all fo them have changed because someone was willing to show them compassion. And if you STILL Think im wrong, that this is a show of weakness and not strength, Then take a look at the man behind you. Hes old enough to make even YOU look like a baby. Hes seen things that would make you go INSANE with grief. He has never lost sight of the need for compassion, the power of love. EVER."&lt;br /&gt;"You and him hold it so dear," He blinked at me, "I dont understand it, what dose a child like you know that i dont?"&lt;br /&gt;"Its simple," Orion told him from behind him, "If we loose our higher ideals Mr. AlGhoul, then we become no better than the things we fight." &lt;br /&gt;Orion put his arms around me and looked deeply into the mans eyes. &lt;br /&gt;"Your here to help us, and we are greatful. But dont cross the line Rah's because we cant become our enemy. IF we do. They win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a long hard road a head of us every one. Stay strong and dont loose sight of what we are fighting For. &lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116875353746818759?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116875353746818759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116875353746818759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116875353746818759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116875353746818759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-we-need-compassion.html' title='Why We need Compassion...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116849813491865436</id><published>2007-01-10T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:48:55.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Toy isle and marshalling forces</title><content type='html'>I wonder what it is with me and the frigging toy isle?&lt;br /&gt;Last time this mess got going, Orion nearly got him self killed in the one in meijers. To day i for some very unpleasent revelations handed to me as i dug around for some action figuers. I had been there to pick up a new dvd player due to the fact mine went pppppth! last night. &lt;br /&gt;I found a new one and then headed over to the racks to look and see if they have any of the new ones that I am looking for. I was intent on my self before me and i wasnt really attention to what happened to me when i heard something next to me hit the floor. &lt;br /&gt;I saw that it was one of the starwars transformers toys, like the ones that had inspiered crook and delta. I wasnt really looking at it and was about to hang it back on the shelf when i realized i wasnt alone. &lt;br /&gt;Some one was behind me and was intent on the toy that i now had in my hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tres belle, no madameoselle?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I froze and looked down at the toy in my hand, only to start in horror at the evil face grinning up at me through the plastic. I dropped the thing like it was on fire and gared up at the man. &lt;br /&gt;Part of me was horrified at what he had just said, and somewhere i vuagely was glad of the two years of french i had takeng in highschool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No" I snarled stubbornly sticking to english, " No its not beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh so i see you speak or at least understand my language."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want?" I demanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To issue a warning to you my lady. I want you to consider very carefully  all of the innocent lives you are condemming to death by your current actions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The alliance that you have forged with the Royal Air corps. YOu have flagrantly flaunted your birth right, to achive a very dangerous treaty. If you insist on bringin them into your war. Then we will have no choice but to side with those you fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got it, i was being threatened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look frenchie," I snarled , "I didnt use my family name to get anything! Will offered! And if you decide that you want to side with the bad guys then your have to face the same fate they do. Im not scared of you and im not scared of your kind. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should be Princess." He said. "thanks to you and your mechanical lover we now have the means to give the lost ruler a body free of decay and age, un affected by the ravages of the dark. And those wthat we would be willling alie our selves with also have the means to bring back more. So do not underesitmate us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh get lost!" I screeched, "You can go back and tell your boss and who ever else you work for that you cant sacre us away! YOu go back and tell Palpatine and Unicron that THEY ARENT WELCOME HERE!! KAPISH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now a lot of peopel were in the process of gaping at me and i finally snapped around and stormed out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it bkack out to my car and then headed home to drop off my player and pick up my work clothes. Thankfully work wsa the one normal part of my day. &lt;br /&gt;Getting home found me walking in to see my fiend michell and her BF bruce talking to orion. Our side will and his company had arrived and were in the process of setting up a samll but efficent air feild &lt;br /&gt;The group talking in the  house immediately noticed me and turned to pay me attention.&lt;br /&gt;The truth was I still wasnt over my cold, or flu. My joints hurt, i was stuffed up, and what i really wanted more than anything right then was to just snuggle up in Orion's arms and hope that it was all over in the morning when i woke up. But I Knew better and so i told them all that i had found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so thats it. thats why they took the specs. Palpatine wants them for a new body." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell from the way that all of them were looking at me. that orion would have done anything if i hadnt had to be the one to find this out. Michelle seemed in shock finding out that there was this going on right under all of the noses.and of all of the people there whoh could possibly offer me pity and sympathy i would never have thought that it would be Bruce. &lt;br /&gt;"Listen Rose, I cant help you. I have my own wars to fight, but i know someone who can." He nodded out the window, "He's a hard man rose. But deep down he believes in order."&lt;br /&gt;I stared out the window at the man with the gotee, who bore a striking resemblance to Quigon, then turned to bruce.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm honnored to have the help ofleague of shadows for our cause Mr. Wyane. thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded and i got a hug from michell and they walked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have some explinations but we also have some threats about whats comming next.  Still there is nothing on this planet that could keep orion from being orion. &lt;br /&gt;So when he noticed that I wasnt feeling well he infomred me that the war wasnt going to happen while i got some rest and albut locked me up stairs. &lt;br /&gt;More is comming and we have to be ready still we arent with out help , and we arent with out hope. and that alone means they have already lost because that is the one thing that they want to kill the most.&lt;br /&gt;And if we dont let it die, then they cannot ever stop us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116849813491865436?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116849813491865436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116849813491865436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116849813491865436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116849813491865436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/01/toy-isle-and-marshalling-forces.html' title='The Toy isle and marshalling forces'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116832116922304771</id><published>2007-01-08T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:39:29.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearts....</title><content type='html'>I have heard more than a few times, various military organizations refered to as a body of sorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is a body, the command is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its warriors and engineers are its limbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Its medics, its healers. Those are its heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we came close to loosing our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work the way I have been over the past few weeks, thinking about the grim news i had heard the night before, but not really believing that anything would happen. &lt;br /&gt;I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I came home from work and found utter chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Orion and Megatron were in the kitchen talking and i could tell immediately that something was bad wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Megatron looked at me," Princess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then i knew something was up, No one ever calls me that unless its serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Orion what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders, "Rose there was an attack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the dark dread settle into my heart and i know that it has to be somethign terrible.&lt;br /&gt;"Who..Who got hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hook and Ratchet," Megatron growled, "They went after our medics. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut my eyes for a second and just bury my self in  Orions' arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? Why would they go after doctors?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They took two sets of scematics, Ratchet and Hook got in thier way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That it? They did this for techical drawings!" I nearly shout horrified. "Which ones did they take?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The imperial shuttle craft mech and the battle tank mech." He replied holding on to me as much as i was holding on to him. &lt;br /&gt;"Those worthless things? They tried to kill them for that!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we built Crook wing and Delta, there were a few other types besides the ones we ultimately used. Ratchet bing the type that never gets rid of anything so he saved them. &lt;br /&gt;Apparently some one wanted them bad enough to try and kill two innocent doctors for them. &lt;br /&gt;Who ever you are that did this.. I hope you know that now there will be hell to pay.&lt;br /&gt;Decepticon or Autobot.. It is the code of honnor for thier people that you DO NOT under ANY CIRCOMSTANCES EVER attack the medic. &lt;br /&gt;Thank God that both of them are going to be okay, they are more than a bit sore, but they will live. What could have possibly prompted someone to come after two worthless sets of tech specs. I have ideas whos it might be.. but what the hell would they want with them. They cant use them, can't build them, cant give them life or personalities with out vector sigma and its creation matrix. So what do they want with em. I'm at a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who ever you are you now have them officaly pissed at you. I hope your sastisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one other thing.  YOu have four of five constructicons ticked at you, and both of the lambo twins So you will get what you deserve, I just hope i get to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every one else, all of the members of the resitance get ready for it, he we slagging go again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roseprincess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116832116922304771?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116832116922304771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116832116922304771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116832116922304771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116832116922304771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/01/broken-hearts.html' title='Broken Hearts....'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116822760341631604</id><published>2007-01-07T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:40:03.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Shoot, Can't Fight...</title><content type='html'>Well considering the fact that I have been stuck in bed when I'm in the house due my charming possesion of a cold, I havent had a whole lot to do. So tonight I decided that I was going to open some of the transformers I got for chrsitmas. I have to admit I'm not sure i wanna Open the toy I got of Primus, but I have my toy of Unicron out so I really do need to open him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the moment however I opened the two pack i got that contained two new versions of Orion and Megs. Meleficent is in the process of keeping me company to night and promptly picks up the toy of megs the moment i have him free of his wiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awww.. this is a good look for him.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"S'better than the classics nerf gun," I motion to the other toy on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lets out a snort and continues to inspect the toy as i go about getting the toy of Orion free from the wiers.&lt;br /&gt;I swear that those  things are a plot by hasbro to take over the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While im working on this, she finally sets the toy on the bed and picks up the outter box. She reads the blurb on the back and then zeros in on the stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never seen a TF package before on the back of all of them are lil charts that give the vital stats on each of the people that the toys are modled after. There has been a running gag for years with Orion and Megs stats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Orion's an okay shot, but a good martial artist.&lt;br /&gt;Megs is an Okay martial artist, but is an expert shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stats have maintained for years that Rion can't shoot and Megs cant fight.&lt;br /&gt;This gag has carried over into the Series, Rion's always getting shot at, and Megs is constantly getting judoed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mele' reads the stats and demands to know what they mean. I proceed to explain it to the fey and send her into histarical fits of giggles. Which promptly attract both of our men.&lt;br /&gt;"Do I even want to know what you told her to get her going like that?" Megs asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just explained the stats on the back of the box." I tell him innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orion promptly groans and shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;"YOu didnt explain them did you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grin and that gets me another groan from both mechs. &lt;br /&gt;"I knew i should have shot some one for those stupid things." megs growls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dont be mad baby, " Meleficent finally calms down and stands up to put her arms around him.&lt;br /&gt;"I think they fit you too a t."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you would."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh as they head out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, " Comment as i hold up the lil toy of orion, "she's right they are cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs and sits down to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As randome as all of this is i have to enjoy it. Its nice to be able to just relax and laugh about silly things like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose and Co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116822760341631604?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116822760341631604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116822760341631604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116822760341631604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116822760341631604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-shoot-cant-fight.html' title='Can&apos;t Shoot, Can&apos;t Fight...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116797730602939891</id><published>2007-01-04T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:08:26.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New job, old cold</title><content type='html'>I hate colds.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY hate colds. &lt;br /&gt;Adding to this fun state is the fact that I've started a new job and can't miss my four weeks of training classes. &lt;br /&gt;I suppose i could send my synth to do it, but i like this and i really wanna try. Besides I'm still not sure it wasnt that copy's fualt i got canned. Oh well, then again it coulda been the work of a higher power. I'm makeing two bucks and fifty cents more here, plus they arent trying to kill me. So I reallh am trying to make this work for me.&lt;br /&gt;Though i dont know how much good the classes are gonna do me considering ive hacked and sneezed my way through them. &lt;br /&gt;Orion seems to think that its a good place, he likes the fact that they acutally took all those degrees i have into account and pay me accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is how ever still who he is and this means the moment i get home, and he hears one sneeze, back in bed i go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they mean well, and I probably can use the rest. So I shouldnt be complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its given me a lot of time to think as I veg my way through several movies, currently Terminator is playing in the back ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering whats on the horizon, are all of the threats over? Or is there something more out there stalking us and waiting till the moment is right to move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can just live in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I DO understand the need for things like that. How can we know good, and defend our selves against evil if we've never seen it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a scary thought, but a nessassary one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let loose another volly of nostril bombs and this time it gets Ratchet's attention and i suddenly feel like running for my life as i see him headed my way. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well hes just doing his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i get over this soon, and that its not to wild in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose and Co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116797730602939891?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116797730602939891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116797730602939891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116797730602939891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116797730602939891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-job-old-cold.html' title='New job, old cold'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116762503340119473</id><published>2006-12-31T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:17:13.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>Well there must be something going around the writers circles. I dunno if its possible to get a cold from a transformer, or maybe I put the germ on him and I gave it to poor kenya.&lt;br /&gt;Either way weather Rion picked it up from Ani, or i sent it to kenya Via Orion. Or its not related at all. We both seem to be spending Tonight beging body guarded by our over protective men while we suffer.&lt;br /&gt;Charming...huh?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It could be worse. &lt;br /&gt;Right now they are watching LOTR : Fellowship, and every one seems pretty happy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just here on the couch loaded down with blankets and sprite and wondering what the next year is gonna be like.&lt;br /&gt;Last year was to say the very least interesting. I both lost something precious and Recived my heart's desier.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my grandma, whom I loved dearly. I got Orion, whom i love just as much.&lt;br /&gt;If one thing is certain this year has taught me that nothing stays the same. Indeed the only constant in this universe that we live in is change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather enjoyed Christmas this year, and i got lots of good thigns and got to spend some time with my folks and my nephew. &lt;br /&gt;Still i cant seem to shake that last little bit of depression, maybe its just the flu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought in all of my life that so many things could happen in such a short time. the truth is 365 days is short, when your fighting for your life, falling  in love, trying to hold your family together and miryad of other things that have gone on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some definate reminders of everything that ive seen. My white streak to remind me of the poisoning, THe ring Rion gave me for my birthday to remind me of that.(Which i found out is indeed made out of a bit of metal that came from his armor)And then i still have the keys to the omega lock. I hope that it will be a nother billon years before someone has to use them again. &lt;br /&gt;So much has come and gone, and i know that there are things that will never be the same. &lt;br /&gt;Velocetron, Vector, both lost and gone from this universe A tragedy that I wish we could have prevented. &lt;br /&gt;But I have said more than once that i wouldnt go back, i wouldnt change any of it. And I would like to think that maybe were all better or at least a little wiser because people like my grandma, and vector, and dooku,and Overrun and her people  touched our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this year comming is better, and that things will be a bit more peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;Every one here is so happy, even some one like Meleficent seems at peace right in this moment. I hope that it will stay this way, but i do want every one out there to know that if soemthign else DOES come back to try and spread the darkness again, we,  me and mine will stand beside you.  You did nothing less for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres to a happy new year and heres to hope that the new year will be filled wtih all the happiness and peace we all have earned this year past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose and Co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116762503340119473?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116762503340119473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116762503340119473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116762503340119473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116762503340119473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116641844140698274</id><published>2006-12-17T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:55:13.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I now cant stand kevin smith movies</title><content type='html'>Rose, despite what she keeps telling everyone, is a very tolerant person. I found this out the hard way last night.&lt;br /&gt;She has never been known to make fun or poke fun at any one. on more than one occasion she has put up with thigns that make her sick to her stomach to be a good friend to some one she cared about. One of her best friends is a young lady by the name of Michell. &lt;br /&gt;She is in no way a transformers fan , never has been never will be and Rose has never had a problem with this.&lt;br /&gt;Michell how ever finds it more than amusing to give rose about her fandom as well as her relationship with me.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Michell is dating Bruce, a man who like to spend his nights slinking across roof tops, jumping off of buildings, and has issues with which side his unmetionables go on, dosent seem to occur to her. &lt;br /&gt;She finds Trans Fandom odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wit, she talked Rose into watching Clerks 2 last night. I understand if Mr. Smith is not a transformers fan. I understand if he dosent give a turbofox's tail about there being a live action movie comming out. What I have trouble grasping is what he thinks gives him the right to mercilessly poke fun at others for caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that the rest of the movie was little more than locker room humor, and crude jokes about human reproduction. Honestly I just dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Mr. Smith doesnt understand why people find us facinating, I have no means with which to grasp why people find his work amuseing.&lt;br /&gt;Rose seemed to find it funny enough, though I caught a distrubed look on her face when she thought neither her friedn nor I, Nor Bruce were watching. I have to wonder would Michell be so egar to watch Mr. Smith's work if he were making fun of Bruce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one has a right to like what ever they choose. people have the right to make what ever attachments seem proper to them. They have the freedom to love what ever they choose. &lt;br /&gt;As I have said, Freedom is everyone's right. Freedom to do and love and be what ever they choose. Strangely enough underneath all the tormenting and crude humor that was the point of the movie. Choosing to be what you think is right, not letting others choose your path for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then if that was the point of the movie? Why harrass someone in the movie for doing just that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I now cannot stand Kevin Smith Movies. He needs to make up his mind what he believes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116641844140698274?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116641844140698274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116641844140698274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116641844140698274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116641844140698274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-i-now-cant-stand-kevin-smith.html' title='Why I now cant stand kevin smith movies'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116593766890299676</id><published>2006-12-12T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T07:34:29.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>"WHOOOOOO!!! Take it OFF!!" Meleficent yells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to put my face in my hands and stifle the bouts of insane giggles I'm in the process of having. I dont know who black mailed who into getting up there and singing but that lil crack makes both of them falter for  a second and stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meleficent! thier singing a duet, not stripping!" I finally manage. &lt;br /&gt;"A fairy can dream can't she?" she shoots back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once shes not wearing her head dress and has about three yards of black hair pulled back into a braid. Copycat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more fits of giggles as they finally finish and make a hasty retreat from the stage. I get up and head over to get another drink while Meggs comes up and leans down into his girls face to see if shes still sober. She is, just has a lot more of a wicked sense of humor than any one ever gave her credit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fish a soda out of the container of ice and turn back to find Orion grinning at me. &lt;br /&gt;"Well?"&lt;br /&gt;"I was surprised, thats for sure."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey I know its your favorite christmas song, and i knew that at somepoing durring this party someone was going to get us up there to do kareoke so I decided to get it over with."&lt;br /&gt;"Well" I slide up andput my arm around his waist, "I apprciate the effort babe."&lt;br /&gt;"good," he nods and puts an arm around my shoulder, "its good to see you smiling. I was starting to wonder if the incident at your job hadn't ruined it for you along with every thing else."&lt;br /&gt;"Well I knew it was comming," I sigh, "Maybe I'm just sick of retail and this is God's way of telling me to get something better. Though he could have waited to AFTER the holidays to give me the pink slip."&lt;br /&gt;"well life goes on, there are lots of other jobs."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn as i hear another one of my favorite Christmas songs. "Where are you Christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;Of course its Kenya, lord but that woman can sing. &lt;br /&gt;I guess the song should be making me happy, but for some reason it hits a cord in me and i can't keep at least one tear from sneaking out of the corner of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Which of course someone sees.&lt;br /&gt;"Whats wrong?" I immedeately get the look and have to rasie my glasses to swipe at my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh its nothing."&lt;br /&gt;"If it were nothing you wouldnt be crying, now what's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;I lean my head back for a second and then look up at him. "Emotional over load I guess. Work, and everything else, maybe it did get to me a lil."&lt;br /&gt;"I kinda guessed, thats why i did the duet," He hugs me tighter, "You need to laugh more."&lt;br /&gt;"I guess," I shrug.&lt;br /&gt;"I know," He waits  till the song is over and tugs me in the direction of the lodges deck. "Lemme show you something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make it out there and snow has started falling again and most of the people have headed in for the night and so all the marks made durring the play are  being filled in.&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me what you see."&lt;br /&gt;"Snow?"&lt;br /&gt;"And whats the snow doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eraseing the marks," I tell him.&lt;br /&gt;"Thats right, Eventually all the marks go away and all thats left is a place to start fresh."&lt;br /&gt;"I get it," I nod, "it may take a while but this is a chance for me to start fresh. With soemthing new."&lt;br /&gt;"good girl," he grins down at me behind his mask.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why he still has it on normally by now at a party hes taken it off.&lt;br /&gt;We watch the snow for a few more moments and then head back into the house.&lt;br /&gt;Just in time to see Kenya and Vader Smooching under the misteltoe. Orion Promptly drags me over in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;"OH YOU!!"&lt;br /&gt;He waits till they clear out and then plants me firmly under the stuff, holds me there with one hand and reaches up to undo his masks with the other.So thats what he was up to with that thing.&lt;br /&gt;"Now then, this is one human tradition i can get in to."&lt;br /&gt;I shrug , throw my arms around his neck and indulge him. The world around me dissappears and for a few seconds at least there arent any marks in my heart or soul.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's "AHEM" snaps us out of it and i look up to see Mele' basically holding megs in a head lock.&lt;br /&gt;"Quit hogging it you two." &lt;br /&gt;She then proceedes to drag him under there as the two of us have a good laugh and make our way out on to the dance floor just to enjoy our selves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116593766890299676?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116593766890299676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116593766890299676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116593766890299676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116593766890299676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-party.html' title='Christmas Party'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116555476710458529</id><published>2006-12-07T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:12:47.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkions</title><content type='html'>NEVER say the word party with in ear shot of the planet of Junk.&lt;br /&gt;That will no doubt attract wreckgar and all of this buddies. &lt;br /&gt;THe best way to describe Wreck, is this. Hes what you would get if you cross bred Jack Sparrow and wierd al.&lt;br /&gt;I was more than just a wee bit shocked to come home from a disasterous day at work and find them, the junkions, arriving. &lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of sulking when i was suddenly grabbed in a VERY exuberant hug and given the universal greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BA WEEP GRA NA WEEP NINNY BONG"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no im not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was bodily carried into the house then prsented to a very surprised Orion and Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes only met the junkions a few times, Roddy how ever is familar with them and didnt even bat an eye.&lt;br /&gt;"Sup wreck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All channles are commin' in loud and clear!" Wreck annouced then walked over and dumped me in Orions arms, "And you win the 50,000 dollar prize!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you hadnt realized Junkions speak in TV catch phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to break down and laugh while Orion just stared and the rest of the Junkions made thier way into the house. &lt;br /&gt;usually they dont come to earth or Cybertron very often, so them showing up is an interesting treat.&lt;br /&gt;I think the Resistancce Christmas party is gonna be a lot wilder than any of us had expected.&lt;br /&gt;After everything thats gone on this week I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116555476710458529?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116555476710458529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116555476710458529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116555476710458529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116555476710458529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/12/junkions.html' title='Junkions'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116529778308782273</id><published>2006-12-04T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:49:43.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guests...</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking things arent going to get any odder. Then I remind my self that I'm dateing a sentient robot thats several million years old and is the CO of an army. &lt;br /&gt;I guess things aren't that wierd after all. &lt;br /&gt;The truth is most of it doesnt even phase me... for example&lt;br /&gt;As I come home from work it dosent strike me as odd that i have a pair of dragons sitting in the front yard. Temeraire and Saphira are both wearing a couple of pairs of very large head phones as one of the Dinobots Swoop, stands there and holds a cd player for them. Teme' has a look on his face like he likes it, while Saph dosent seem to know what to make of "Rock the Casabah". Well least i know where my hits of the eighties cd went. WIll looks like hes about to crack up, while Poor Eragon seems about ready to forcibly remove the Headphones. None of this seems the least bit strange to me as i keep on walking and head into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Where in We have more stuff that would strike any one but me as REALLY odd.&lt;br /&gt;Meleficent is at the table and has invited some friends over for Tea. At least i HOPE its tea, i wouldnt want to see these women on coffee.&lt;br /&gt;"Rose," She tells me as i stop off for my own drink.&lt;br /&gt;I grab my soda and look around, "Meleficent," I look over the others, "Your Magesty, Ursela, Demona." The last two of which are both in human form at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;I  get some odd looks but Mele' only grins. &lt;br /&gt;"I told you she was good."&lt;br /&gt;I ignore that and head into my living room, Prowl is sitting there with a very SNOTTY looking darkhaired kid about fifteen or more with a younger kid with spikey hair behind them grinning.&lt;br /&gt;"OH that is so not fair!" The one prowl is going up against snarls.&lt;br /&gt;"Thats game, Cough it up," The tacticain tells him has he holds out his hand for the kid's ante.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know when or how these people got told that they could come to my house on a regular basis but theres not really a point in trying to stop it now so i just shrug yet again and keep on going. &lt;br /&gt;Finally getting to my room and swapping out for some civis and heading back out to find Orion.&lt;br /&gt;I finally locate him in the process of being on the com about the up comming party.&lt;br /&gt;"YOu sure its okay if we bring all these nuts?" he asks &lt;br /&gt;I can barely hear Darth's reply from the other end of the line but it is affrimative.&lt;br /&gt;"They are all invited, but I hope we can keep the Chaos to a minimum if you please."&lt;br /&gt;"We talking about the same people?"&lt;br /&gt;"I see your point, I will See you And rose at the party. Vader out."&lt;br /&gt;Orion finally notices me and grins, "Lots of folks here today huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nah." I wave it off, "Its usually more."&lt;br /&gt;"True, You looking forward to the party?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," I pull out my santa had with the lepord spotted fur, "See?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe its not so wierd after all. Normal is subjective... and i guess this is my normal, wierd guests and all. &lt;br /&gt;To behonest i wouldnt have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you at the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116529778308782273?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116529778308782273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116529778308782273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116529778308782273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116529778308782273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/12/guests.html' title='Guests...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116486481854078943</id><published>2006-11-29T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:59:41.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driveing lessons</title><content type='html'>The people who read my blog probably know by now that my Newphew Noa, is in town for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Hes going to be staying through till new years and is more than exstatic by the idea that his Aunt is dating The CO of the autobots. I thought the kid would be freaked honestly, but he seems fine with it and had to take photos and send back to all of his friends to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;Now i like to call him Kid and Runt, but the fact is hes about 16 or so. Which means that he is in the process of learning how to drive. Now there is no way that I would ever let the kid loose in my brand new countour... so I get gas in my farm truck, which is mostly used once a month or so to go into town for the sam's run. Its big its old and a few more dents wont matter so I get it ready and plan on taking the kid out on a few of the back roads.&lt;br /&gt;Im out there in the process of doing that when Orion Finds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what pray tell are you doing with that clunker?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pop out from under the hood, "This? Getting it ready for Noa, driving lessons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In THAT? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That thing wont make it down the road."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at him and wonder whats on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what do you propose I do about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why dont you take him in me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i have to bit my lip to keep from laughing, and he notices it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, your a standard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So He barely knows how to drive a automatic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then Noa needs to learn how to drive a standard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid comes around the corner at that moment, "Did one of you two say my name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He did." I point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummmm... why? You need something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not at all Noa," Orion Grins, "I was just wondering if youd rather have your driving lessons in her old truck or in me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids eyes get the size of saucers and he looks at me, "OH can I? Please!!!!!!!!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but..."I know im fighting a looseing battle here but I keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse Orion has to take the kid's side and now I have both of them going at me.&lt;br /&gt;I have to roll my eyes at him but i finally let Them talk me into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kid practically cheers and runs off to go get his walet and permit, while I Wipe my hands off on a rag and go back to talking to Orion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You SURE your not gonna regret this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs, "The kid only comes once a year Rose, we may as well make it special for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We taking him to the party?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OF course, him and every one else. We have a whole herd of snow birds here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grin over that one, "No really? Its got to snow here eventually."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am starting to wonder, Then again Thats Kentucky for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh again and the kid comes back around the corner with a huge grin plastered on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO HOURS LATER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no Noa, thats the clutch!! NO THATS THE GAS!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wince as i hear the gears grinding and i KNOW that poor orion is going to be VERY sore tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry!" Noa says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay ONE more time, SLOWLY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gears Grind again and i feel like wonking my head on the dash board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Sorry Optimus,"The kid tells us. "Really!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no yer fine honestly, just keep trying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Hour later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally make it home and Noa has had the time of his life but as predicted Orion is VERY sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much I had a blast!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well your welcome Noa, We'll go again tomorrow if you like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I WOULD!! I gotta go call the guys!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys being his pack back home, every five minuts he's calling themand telling them about whats going on here. Like I said before, he was  a lil excited when he found out I was telling the truth about my BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid vanishes into the house and He manages to maintain until the door shuts behind him.&lt;br /&gt;The second the kid is gone he lets it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think i need to go see Ratchet," He manages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon, " I giggle, " I warned you didnt i?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five more minutes later hes up on the racks in truck mode and Ratchet is about to have a fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT happened?" The CMO demands, "Ive never, in all the years of working on yu and all the others, seen a transmission in THIS bad of a shape. What DID YOU DO?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh..." Orion is to embarassed to get anything out so I just grin at the Doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Driving lessons," I tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This earns me a dirty look as he goes back to work, and I have to grin more because we promised to do it again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heven help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I have to admit having the kid around is helping a lot, I havent exactly been in the mood to have christmas, depsite what I said at my last post and how hard I have been trying. I dunno if its because of me, what has happened or maybe its my family. I still dont have any real answers.&lt;br /&gt;but Noa, has a kids innocence still, and looks at the holiday the way we all used to at some point in our lives. Hes getting me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how, I will see every one at the party take care until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116486481854078943?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116486481854078943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116486481854078943' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116486481854078943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116486481854078943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/11/driveing-lessons.html' title='Driveing lessons'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116456502076457446</id><published>2006-11-26T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T10:20:27.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comming around again...</title><content type='html'>Well Thanksgiving was strangely peaceful for once in my life. &lt;br /&gt;None of the realatives made any cracks about any of my guests, no one got offended and there were no fights. There were a lot of odd visitors though.&lt;br /&gt;Being from a milatary family my dad knows lots of people, and some of them were in town. Mr. Wistler stopped by and Gave dad the typical thanks giving greatings. Later my best friend michell showed up with her new BF Bruce in tow. Not to get smart but there is a man that could give Orion and Anakin brooding lessons. &lt;br /&gt;Lots of others that i could spend all day going into details about it but i wont.&lt;br /&gt;Whats going on now is that we are getting ready for Chistmas, i still cannot believe how fast this year has gone by.&lt;br /&gt;How many changes there have been and what we all have gained and lost. &lt;br /&gt;In the back ground i have some Chirstmas music playing, "Now thats Chrsitmas" the song thats going at the moment is "So this is Christmas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So this is christmas, and what have we done. Another year over, a new one begun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason that pretty much sums how i feel about everything. So many things have come and gone. If any one had told me last year that life woudl change this much in the short period of 365 days, i would have laughed my ass off. IF any one had told me that in the period of those days I would get my hearts greatest wish, I would find out that the person i have loved for most of my life loved me back, i would have slapped them and called them a liar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look a lot different than i did a year ago, a good 45 lbs lighter. Wieght that i lost durring the summer when I was hurt, and that i will probably  never gain back. Then theres that that white streak too, yet another reminder of what happened and how much we all changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later to night me and mom will wrestle the "Tree" down out of the grage atic and put it together. I may even put my small one together up here.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is repeating what has already been said, but I really thought that i would not have the spirt to do this. That when the time came i was not going to enjoy or get involed in any of this. I honestly beleived that it would just be too sad, that it would be inappropireate or dishonnering those who were gone to do it. Celebrating just felt WRONG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i had a chance to think, to really sit down and sort out my thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest grandma Mavis had always loved this time of year with all ofher heart and soul. But more often than not she never got a chance to enjoy it because for one reason or another some one showed thier rump, usually my grandpa. but no matter what happened to her she always made an attempt to make it happy for her children and grand kids. She loved life and lived it to the fullest every chance she had. She would want all of us that were here to go on and enjoy it. To not waste it crying and ruin the only chance at happiness we might have. She would be down right pissed off if i didnt do what she loved, and keep her traditons alive for the next generation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are all of those that we lost in the battles, all of those who willingly went to die so that we could live on. IF we stop living and mourn for them, then the sacrifice that they made for us was in vain. We have to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still a big part of me that wants to be apathetic to the whole thing, that wishes that i had at least another month to get into the whole mode. that deep down maybe even wishes that it hadnt come at all this year. A part of me where the scars of life are still fresh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the whole point of the season is that of second chances. Christ was born to give all humanity a second chance right? Born to save us from all the evils and scars that our hearts have to bear as we make our way through this and all the miriad of other worlds out there. And weather you believe in God, or follow the teachings of the Force, or are a Child of Primus, or follow any other of the millions of wonderous Faiths out there, you cant miss the message of this time of year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided to keep going and follow my heart and my feelings. Despite the pain i still feel from everything ive seen and lived through this year, they are telling me to keep going and not loose the meaning of this time of year. &lt;br /&gt;So that's what im going to do, get my skid plate out of the its funk if i have to drag it and find my seasonal sprit some how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one else out there who went through the flames right along side of me and mine I hope you can all do the same. that you can find your sprit of Christmas and enjoy the season of fresh starts and new beingins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So this is Christmas, and what have we done?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we had to my friend, and i wouldnt chance one thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays to every one, no matter what relgion you are. Thank you For everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose and Co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116456502076457446?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116456502076457446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116456502076457446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116456502076457446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116456502076457446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/11/comming-around-again.html' title='Comming around again...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116417592168050993</id><published>2006-11-21T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:12:48.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deviled Eggs....</title><content type='html'>As I'm sure you all know, The american Holiday ThanksGiving is less than 48 hours away. And Rose, despite her repeated claims that she does not enjoy her status as such is very much a southern girl. And for human femmes of that dispostion it is born and bred into them to , when this particular holiday hits, to enjoy two things. Family and food.&lt;br /&gt;So she is currently in the kitchen, working on a large batch of the aforementioned appatizers. I also discovered something else about the nature of southern females when the holidays roll around. The kitchen is THIER domain, and if you are of the male pursuasion youd better stay out of thier way or be prepared to follow orders. &lt;br /&gt;So basically what I am doing at this point is standing here holding the cake decorateing bag while Rose scoops what i think is left of the egg yolks into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the point to this is?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So we can put it back into the whites." She tells me pointing to the neat rowes of boiled eggs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the living room several people are watching the TV, its kind of a tradition in Rose's family to watch the Starwars movies on Thanks giveing. So several are there going through her extras disk on Episode one. &lt;br /&gt;Roddy makes some crack about how many extras can they possibly have on this thing while Misty mans the remote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand the finaly filled bag to rose and spend and few moments watching the group in the other room. I have to admit im glad that they seem to be happy after all that had happened i was thinking for a while that Rose wouldnt be celebrateing any of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn back around and find Rose stareing out of the window paused in  mid squeese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have to ask I know what she's looking out, the faint glow comming from that part of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's on your mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm," She looks up at me, "Oh i was just thinking, about how close i came to not doing any of this. The party the celebration, any of it. I didn't think it was appropriate. Because of my Grandma, and Vector."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what made you change your mind?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because, it would in appropriate to not do it. This is what my Gran' lived for and what Vector Died for. The right to just live and enjoy life. If we didnt have a party, if we didnt take the time to live the life they loved, wed be dishonnoring them both."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad you understand that, because your completely right." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk over and she sets down her work and puts her arms around me. &lt;br /&gt;Right then Rose's nephew, thats staying here till new years,  chooses that moment to come in the back door and mock glare at us as his arms are full of the stuff she sent him out to get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh would you two STOP!! NO MAKEING OUT IN THE KITCHEN! We have to eat this stuff  ya know?" He teases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Push off runt!" Rose shoots back. "Or i'll make you lug in more stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes a face at her and sets the bags down heading in to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to see that life goes on. Those who are gone are still with us in our hearts as long as we dont forget them. Those who are still here carry on stronger for what they have learned. &lt;br /&gt;I think Rose maybe feared that this holiday season would be ruined, im glad that she was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116417592168050993?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116417592168050993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116417592168050993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116417592168050993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116417592168050993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/11/deviled-eggs.html' title='Deviled Eggs....'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116365748693145771</id><published>2006-11-15T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:11:27.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"When I am Needed..."</title><content type='html'>The last few note that are sung by Kenya float up amoung the trees as we all we all stand near the memorial and she finishes her haunting version of "may it be" for the ceremony. She steps away from the head of the group of those here to pay thier respects and every one turns to face me. &lt;br /&gt;All of them are expecting me to be the one to say something, I make no move and continue to hold Rose's free hand as i turn to Rodimus. I had planned on it but he choose to instead, considering that it was his life Vector saved I allowed him his wish. &lt;br /&gt;He steps to the head of the crowd and all of those here pay him thier full attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are here to day to honnor a great person who had fallen in his life's quest. I could go into a great deal of platitudes about who he was and what he was about, That However is trite and he deserves more than trite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused for a moment and looked greatly sad, then continued.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"He gave his life in war, a war not just for freedom or for glory but rather for the very right to exist. To live free and safe from the fear of anialation. An example to all of us and one of the few who truly lived up to the title of Prime. A greatness of spark that I can only hope to live up to someday. He understood what it means to love all life and that some times in order to protect that life, to live up to what honnor demands means sacrificeing what is most dear to our selves and our loved ones. To do any thing less would be to spit in the eyes of our proud history not just as Autobots or Decepticons, but as Cybertronians. &lt;br /&gt;We will never forget the sacrifice that both he and those who lost thier lives on Velocetron, Lest we ever forget and fall pray to the same evil that consumed those who fell to Unicrons thrall. &lt;br /&gt;We will honnor Vector and The others for thier sacrifice until that day, Until all are one."&lt;br /&gt;He turned and faced Rose and stepped out of the way motioning for her to come forward. She stepped up with the candle she was holding in her hand and touched it to the place on the memorial where a flame would always burn. As it came to life, it displayed what was written there. &lt;br /&gt;Rose had commented to me at one point that Vector Prime Reminded her of King Aurthor.&lt;br /&gt;So appropriately enough we chose we chose quote from the  tale about that great earth leader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHEN I AM NEEDED, I WILL RETURN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank all of you again, for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116365748693145771?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116365748693145771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116365748693145771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116365748693145771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116365748693145771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-i-am-needed.html' title='&quot;When I am Needed...&quot;'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116354639847653127</id><published>2006-11-14T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:19:58.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial</title><content type='html'>To all of those who helped us in battle as well as all of those who were his friends in life.&lt;br /&gt;Vector Prime's memorialas well as one for those one the world of Velocetron will be held on Rose's property tomororow night. &lt;br /&gt;All of those wish to attend are welcome. &lt;br /&gt;Again all of those who hepled us in our battles, thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116354639847653127?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116354639847653127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116354639847653127' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116354639847653127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116354639847653127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/11/memorial.html' title='Memorial'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116322658595222079</id><published>2006-11-10T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:03:13.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unicron...</title><content type='html'>It begins with a rumbling so deep that its nearly sub-sonic. Something that you feel, in your bones more than you could ever possibly hear.&lt;br /&gt;Its then that all of us here know that the time has come, HE is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all step out into the night and then we see it, an infinately black blot against the beauty of the stars.&lt;br /&gt;All those in the ships over head, the asguard, the squadrons, and all of them take up postion making it known to our foe that he was not getting close to this world with out a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the fleet deploys we see them, hundreds, millions of them. Transformers and others creatuers that have either been claimed or given thier lives to this monster for some reason, all of them heading toward our forces that were standing in thier way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the head of the band of dark warriors Nemesis and another of Unicron's minions Galvetron.  They and all of the others decend to cyberton and all of us prepare for the worst. &lt;br /&gt;Orion and Roddy stand at the head of the group as the monsters land and proceed quite litterally crash into out group. I do what i can, trying my hardest to give cover to those that are fighting and trying to stay as close to orion as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around and see that every where , someone has thier hands full with these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megatron lays down a full on blast on Glavetron only to have the superpowerd mainiac spring back and send him flying. &lt;br /&gt;"You cannot win agianst MY superior design!"&lt;br /&gt;"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED BY A MEAR COPY!!!" Megatron littereally roars in comparison. As his is joinged by the cry of dragon form Meleficent as she Kyxiel and a heard of heartless sweep down on the clone of Megatron unicron created in his first gambit all those years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place Anakin and Kenya are in the process of plowing the road as they sweep in on Crook and delta. things , scatter before them as others fire back in and attempt to bring them down.&lt;br /&gt;Over head the asguard, resistance fleets as well as both the nemesis and the ark do thier level best to pelt the monster and slow it down at least some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I catch a glimps Of yoda and his group, Quigon, Vector, and Alpha, tearing through things that look like they fell out of doom, in order to get to where Xam and Sentinel are backed up against a wall. I make the mistake of getting distracted for a moment by this only to have Darkness yank me out of the way of a stray shot. I land flat on my face but before i can say thank you We have to get up and move again, getting seperated in the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every where someone is fighting something, but for the moment we seem to have the upper hand against them. Holding out own and inddeed driving them back for all its wroth. I manage to skid around a corner making it back to where Nemesis and Orion are trying to tear each other appart.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you honestly think you can win? Light cannot exist with out the dark, YOu kill me, you might as well be killing your self.' Nemesis growed as the two of them grappled.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you honestly think im going to let your mind games effect me? I'm going to end the threat that you and your master pose to the universe or im going to die trying."&lt;br /&gt;"So be it. Your power cannot defeat my master unless you can get to him, I shall make sure that does not happen."&lt;br /&gt;HE narrowed his blackeyes and focused over Orions shoulder to wwhere crook and anakin are and dilberately shoots out the wings, not sending them into a crash, but making sure they have to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And now Prime, Witness my master in all of his glory!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when all hell breaks loose, Unicron Transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN a sould shattering voice that probably crawled up out of the depths of darkness the monster assumes his real form and annouces his intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM UNICRON, CHILDREN OF MY BROTHER AND THOSE WHO WOULD AID THEM IN THIER STAND AGAISNT ME. KNOW THIS, NOW IS THE TIME OF HIS DESTRUCTION, ONLY ONE OF US WILL REMAIN AFTER THIS DAY AND THOSE WHO CHOOSE HIS SIDE WILL PERISH WITH HIM!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!!" I could hear orion cry over the din as Nemesis litterally draged him to the ground and made sure there was no way he was going to get where he needed to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around us, I  then see that his minions have gained powerd from him while we are all starting to wear down. I see that he and his will win unless I do what I have been given leave to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RODDY!!" I scream as i dash to where he has his own hands full. &lt;br /&gt;"Rose?!" &lt;br /&gt;"I NEED you to get me to the sky dome," I beg him, "Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say what?" He fires off two more shots and ducks back "WHY! that place is just and old relic" &lt;br /&gt;"No its not, LISTEN To me. I have what we need, i have something that can beat unicron but i have to get there and i cant make it on my own!!!"&lt;br /&gt;" You do realize that when dad finds out i drove you through that guantlet hes gonna kill me."&lt;br /&gt;"I dont care!! Roddy this is out LAST chance. Please!!"&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me and transformes i  dont waste time as i get in and the two of us take off. &lt;br /&gt;Its not that easy as Nemesis sees us and knows what im going to do. &lt;br /&gt;"SCOURGE STOP HER!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up out of the widnows in time to see the hover craft bearing down on us. &lt;br /&gt;however, as we dart between two combatants someone has other ideas. A gout of acid yellow flames ingulfs the tracker a moment before a huge black maw snaps shut on him. &lt;br /&gt;Oout of the smoke Vector appears in his alt mode and proceedes to cover us all the way to our destination. &lt;br /&gt;I jump out as we get there and head into a door that for some reason is human sized. &lt;br /&gt;And there it is, our last restort. I dump my back pack on the ground and fish out the box that Vector gave me. Inside are just what i expected. keys, the means to do what hasnt been done in the history of this world. The means to wake up Primus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dosent take me long to match the right ones with the right slots, getting them to stay put now thats the hard part. This device has NEVER been used, but was put here in case it ever needed to be. In the words of Eclesiasties, to everything there is a season. Now is the right time for this, i know in my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;I finish the last one and grab hold of the locking lever, the thing that will send the signales from the keys to where they need to go. The only problem goes back to that whole thing with it never haveing been used. So the lever that sould move smoothly and be made with out any problems, is full of sharp edges and refuses to budge. This is my last chance how ever, and I will not give up. I can feel the thing cutting past the fabiric of my gloves and into my hands but I get it to move. Then with a jolt that rocks the whole world, it falls into place. &lt;br /&gt;Everything around me starts to give off a blue glow, i tear of of the place and head back to roddy.&lt;br /&gt;"What did you DO?" &lt;br /&gt;"What i had to, C'mon lets get back and help you father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get into his alt mode and thats when i noticed something else, every one or everything that had comiited its self to Unicron has suddenly stoped fighting and began wailing in complete anguish. As the blue light spreads out from the sky dome and the world begins to take on its true form, ever one of Unicrons minions flees in terror.&lt;br /&gt;Roddy and i stare in shock at this unexpected event. And agian i get careless. Before they are completely driven back, one of them takes aim and lets loose a shot aimed at Roddys heart. I scream as i see it comming and then scream louder as a gold and white blurr dives between Roddy and the shot. Vector. &lt;br /&gt;The thign laughs as it flies off and we gape in horror. &lt;br /&gt;"NO!!' I Dont want to accept what i know will happen. &lt;br /&gt;Roddy is at a loss for words and Vector has one final message for him.&lt;br /&gt;"Get to Optimus" Is all he managed before the light goes out of his eyes for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand there frozen in place as Roddy Grabs me and transformes taking back off to where we left his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemesis is the only one of unicrons servents that has some how managed to remain deaspite what its going on around him.&lt;br /&gt;"NO! HOW!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And moments later the process is complete The transformer creator , the very first of his kind, the original transformer, Comes into being and looks at his twin with a gaze of infinate sadness. Un like the other, he offers not posturing or declerations of his intentions he simply stops the other's rampage and tells him his intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO MORE DEATH BROTHER, YOU MUST BE STOPPED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Nemesis has to flee, returning to the thing that changed him from a compassionate Prime to the thing ihe is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well then! If that is how you want it Optimus! Lets see which is stronger, the light or the dark!!&lt;br /&gt;He has only moments to prepare before the energy of the Dark Matrix  nemesis carries is unleashed. Moments to summon up his own and let the power he controls free. &lt;br /&gt;Its not enough,  as strong as Orion is its not enough. They are evenly matched, and There's nothing either one can do alone. &lt;br /&gt;He is how ever not alone, Rody and i Managed to make it there as i jump out and the kid goes to help his father, adding his own power to what is already there. I do the best i can to get to them and  try to get up to help orion only to loose my grip and fall. I shut my eyes and wait to hit when someone catches me. &lt;br /&gt;Megatron and Meleficnet are there looking much the worse for wear but ready to stop them. Behind them i see all of the others, Anakin, Kenya, Kyxiel, Darkness, and countless others.  every one who came to help us all of them adding thier own faith and power to what is already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!!!" Unicron screams, "Im possible!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may be stronger than any of us," I shout , "But your not stronger than ALL OF US!! GO BACK TO HELL!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screams of all the darkness that had come merge into one cachophany and the gate that had let them out opens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU WILL NOT BE RID OF ME!!" The monster cries out before he and his are pulled through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO," Primus answers, "BUT WE WILL BE SAFE FROM YOU. GOODBYE MY BROTHER, IT DID NOT HAVE TO BE THIS WAY AGAIN, PERHAPS SOMEDAY YOU WILL CHANGE."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116322658595222079?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116322658595222079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116322658595222079' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116322658595222079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116322658595222079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/11/unicron.html' title='Unicron...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116296616694050538</id><published>2006-11-07T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:09:27.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival...</title><content type='html'>I step out on  to the planet as the door hisses open and take a long look around. I feel a lil wierd in the outfit i have on but Orion and Roddy stipulated, No armor, no go to planet.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a BMX out fit but is a lot lighter and stronger i dunno where they got it but im acutally great ful.&lt;br /&gt;Someone else isnt though and Meleficent is over by the con shuttle threatening to sell megs on Ebay when they get home for getting her into the thing. Shape shifting socrceress she may be, but shes still organic and the guy has a point.&lt;br /&gt;She's less than thriled but has it on and i suppse thats progress.&lt;br /&gt;I sit my duffle down and again take stock of the world im on. Its facinatinig to say the least, considering yer on a a world where everything is buld to the scale of full sized tf's. Now I know how ants feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk over to where Orion and several others are discussing how this could have happened, who set this this thing loose. &lt;br /&gt;I have to wonder was this Palps legacy? If he knew he  could not have it, the universe, did he really intend for not one else to either?&lt;br /&gt;This is one way to do that. Still I hope it wasnt that, NO ONE not even him can be that monsterous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyx appears and Makes a few comments to Mel and megs, Somehow I wonder if there somethign that she knows?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it. Shes just caught up in this mess like the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i have to wonder about what i have been given, Why me? Cus Im Orion's girl? or cus i know how to use them when the time, IF the time comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see others around, people talking to a few of Megs contacts about getting copies like theone i left on earth of me. Poor things haveing truck day if i guess right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this is all over im not ever going to complain about normal life again. I just want to go home and be safe. &lt;br /&gt;Still allw e can do now is wait and see what happens. They know we are here and the respones will come soon. I just hope we are ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116296616694050538?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116296616694050538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116296616694050538' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116296616694050538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116296616694050538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/11/arrival.html' title='Arrival...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116282065758949400</id><published>2006-11-06T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T05:44:17.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cybertron...</title><content type='html'>We have arrived...&lt;br /&gt;Honestly i dont really know what to say, or what to do for that matter. Though we have been informed by a lot of people that there is no way were going down with out back up. So for the moment im just watching it out side of my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pretty planet, but there is something unnerveing about looking a the planet and knowing its ALIVE...&lt;br /&gt;And no i dont mean that in the traditonal terms.. I mean it litterally.&lt;br /&gt;Cybertron is much like the thing were all out to fight, a planet sized TF. Im not going to get into all of the various theories and speculation about what role this plays for the guys. I'll leave that to the experts. &lt;br /&gt;Still sometimes i have to wonder if the thing im stareing out my windows at, had a whole lot more to do with the universe than some of us had been told. Granted i still have and maitain my faith, but maybe thats just how it got done on the human world. Our lil rock is by no means the begin all end  all of the universe, though sometimes i think the thing is sitting on a whole mess of cosmic leylines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i could spectulate about it until I was blue in the face, and still not get any where, right now i need to pack and get ready to head down there.&lt;br /&gt;I think there are certain people that would be happier if id keep my rear end on the ark and not get involved. I think most of the other girls on this and every other ship fall into those catergories, keep dreaming boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take another look out of the window and notice something, something that should be there but isnt. The two moons have over time been rebuilt, so they float there sereanly while something else is missing. Unicron's head, its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know,what yer thinking, if were going to fight this guy why was his head in orbit around cyberton? Well the first time he got beat, thats where it ended up. The fact that it is gone now, that tells me that we are not mistaken, hes alive andd hes comming. Still i have to wonder, how the hell DID he get back into this universe?&lt;br /&gt;What could have been so powerful, that it could have broken open the barriers to hell basically.&lt;br /&gt;it had to be something powerful and dark, and willing to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS there someone THAT STUPID out there? I wonder silently as i grab more gear and stuff it into my bag.&lt;br /&gt;I jump three feet when i hear someone behind me and spring around into a defensive stance only to find Vector there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DONT DO THAT!!" i gasp.&lt;br /&gt;"Forgive me," He replies, "But i think i may be able to answer your question."&lt;br /&gt;I sigh, "How many times to i have to tell you telelpaths to get off my brain waves?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That gets me a laugh only to have the aincent mech fall serious again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I do not know who it was but i know what it was," he tells me, "A storm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOu wanna be a bit more specific." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot, that is all i know. A great dark storm ripped open the barriers and "&lt;br /&gt;"out popped the big bad right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fun," I shove another sweatshirt into my bag, "Well we are going to have to take drastic measuers then arent we?"&lt;br /&gt;"Very much so, These are part of it." He sets a box on my bed and walks out &lt;br /&gt;Dont you just love the mystery thing that the ones like him do? Im pretty sure i know whats in the box though, one look tells me that im right as i cram it into my back back. &lt;br /&gt;I HOPE we dont have to use these, i hope we can defet him our selves. But now we have something that he dosent know about, a way to level the playing feild if worse comes to worse. &lt;br /&gt;I just hope that it doesnt come to that. &lt;br /&gt;Because if we wake him up to fight in order to regain the balance after its over, both of them might have to be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116282065758949400?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116282065758949400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116282065758949400' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116282065758949400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116282065758949400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/11/cybertron.html' title='Cybertron...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116266342131074389</id><published>2006-11-04T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:03:41.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT take two</title><content type='html'>I made a point of apologizing to every one, checking on Roddy and spending some more time talking to Anakin before i headed up to check on Rose.&lt;br /&gt;By now every one knows she suffers from Chronic insomnia when shes upset, and she's not much for sedation. Ratchet has the dents to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;She's not been much for sleeping in the last few days since we were rescued. Tonight how ever, I caught her doing somethign that I was prying that i would never have to put up with again until we got back to earth.&lt;br /&gt;HOW In the NAME of PRIMUS she got that dammed thing delivered to a ship going faster than the speed of light i will never know. Jetfire, if I find out you did it, your on KP For the rest of your natural LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;:Jet' swallows::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course im talking about that damm movie. &lt;br /&gt;The 20th anniversery edtion came out and she got her paws on one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the LAST thing in space, on earth , or in the whole universe she needed after what happened.&lt;br /&gt;She got it. So when i went to her room to check on her last night, I thought she was asleep. I was about to leave when I heard it. Muffed sounds of her crying. I heard it and I spotted that stupid dvd on her table. ::Glares and plans on spacing it::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the light and had her roll over to look up at me with Silver eyes blurred by tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to shout, "YOU DIDN'T" at the top of my vocals but i just couldnt bring my&lt;br /&gt;self to do that to her. She just looked at me for a few seconds and then proceeded to fling her arms around me and bury her head in my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im  sorry Rose," I told her, "I should have stopped you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't go through it again," She sobed, "I cant loose you a second time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wont."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised her head and looked up at me, "If you go ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forget that stupid bit of 80's animation trash please? I'm not gonna die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You dont know that." She insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then proceeded to bury her head in me and start again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that stupid movie, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;It took a good hour or more to finally get her clamed down enough, and FINALLY it did take the intravention of Rat. Shes gonna be pissed over that when she wakes up but i think it was something that had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt realize how scared she was, afraid that I'd wind up dead. That she'd be alone again.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if thats a posiblity or not, honstly. &lt;br /&gt;I think that what its going to come down to is just how powerful Unicron has gotten and in the end i dont know what the  real out come is going to be .&lt;br /&gt;But I am worried about her now. &lt;br /&gt;She seems doing some what better and at least is sleeping in to day. But shes's still who she is and when that gets out of her system. Were going to be right back where we were.&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped that the monsters that hautned this universe would stop bothering us.&lt;br /&gt;The sad trugh is, the only way we are going to get lasting peace is if we fight for it.&lt;br /&gt;I just pray I am up to the challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have one more thign to say, I know that those we fight out there are reading this, that you can somehow see what i have to say and you will use this against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me now. YOU will leave my friends alone, you will stop haunting the woman i love and you will go back to what ever hole you came out of. &lt;br /&gt;Stay away from them, when the time comes to fight then We will, I will fight you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116266342131074389?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116266342131074389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116266342131074389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116266342131074389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116266342131074389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-take-two.html' title='IT take two'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116244850067711962</id><published>2006-11-01T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:21:40.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not what I had in mind...</title><content type='html'>First off , i want to apologize for how fragmented this might seem. I'm still dealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, until just last night, always enjoyed halloween. Spending the playing with youngins, eating way too much sugar, and watching horror movies all night.&lt;br /&gt;NO one EVER Told me that I would wind up living one this year.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NEVER be able to watch Resident evil again.&lt;br /&gt;I could go into a lot of details about what happend but the sad truth is, i realy dont remember that much. &lt;br /&gt;Its one big blurr right now, and im thinking I have PTSD. The shock is gonna set in eventually Primus/God help us when it does. I may start screaming and never stop.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that does stick out in my mind the most is the point when we realized that we were going to have to fight back. As innocent as these poor people on this planet might have been.. now they were basically walking stiffs. And im sad to say it was us or them. &lt;br /&gt;By the way, Head shots are really the only way to take out zombies.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank every one that pulled our fat out of the fire. I dont know what the  heck we were thinking why we thought to do this on our own. The Velocetron were of cybertron decent. I guess they thought that they could handel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What im worried about most now is the mental conditon of every one. &lt;br /&gt;I dont know whats going to happen with poor Roddy. Misty , Luke and Luna ahve basically camped out and are trying to get the piont across to him. Even after all of this time, after everything that has happpend, the poor kid still blames him self for what happened the day that his father died.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orion was in the Process of "talking" to Anakin. A promise had been extracted that NONE OF US will take of again with out takeing back up. &lt;br /&gt;I noticed that he was, roddy was sitting there  stareing off in to space. Misty was trying to get his attention and all he managed to get out was somethign muttered about it being his fualt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have expected a lot of things right then, but what i didnt expect was for Megs to pull loose from Mel' and storm over to the poor shocked kid, then proceed to clock him. Roddy for a second snapped out of his shock and i managed to catch what Megs said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to me BOY, I AM Sick of your insistance on that. There was only ONE person repsonsible for what happend that day. And you are looking at him. NO more self blame boy, we need  you COMPETENT for this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which pretty much left the whole med bay shocked and silent. Maybe it will help i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i have to say about this whole mess is that it shows how far those out there are willing to go to get what they want. To put this whole universe under thier thrawl. To  much shock and pain. &lt;br /&gt;But then again ther are the things that prove that allof this is worth it. &lt;br /&gt;Things like what i just saw as i sit here getting all of this out of my system. &lt;br /&gt;Things like the wheel twins running through the place in thier Halloween costumes still. Two cute lil ghosts that have no clue about how vile the world can be, how evil beings out there are. &lt;br /&gt;Two sweet innocents that give me and all of us enough hope to NOT start screaming and never stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally there is this, which has just happend as i write this.  Right now, his firends are out of there and Orion has gone to talk to roddy. The two  of them finally discussing what DID happen that day at Metropelx. &lt;br /&gt;Someone finally telling the kid, the one person that matters most, telling the kid, that it was NOT his fualt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In end i think this is going to back fire in Nemesis' face. If Orion can get Rod over that, over what he has felt for years. Then they will both be that much stronger. That much more able to defeat Unicron when he shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to head for cybertron now, that is where hes going to head. But if we can do it, with out doubts and fears from the past. We can send that SOB back to what ever pit he was rotting in before he got loose. &lt;br /&gt;And this time, we'll make sure he cant get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116244850067711962?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116244850067711962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116244850067711962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116244850067711962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116244850067711962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-what-i-had-in-mind.html' title='Not what I had in mind...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116225446817816992</id><published>2006-10-30T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:27:48.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S.</title><content type='html'>This is a request for emergancy assistance. The mission to Velocetron has gone completely South.&lt;br /&gt;The planet and its in habitants are under the control of Nemesis and Unicron. &lt;br /&gt;They have for all intents and purposes been reduced to a state that in organics would be considered Zombieism. &lt;br /&gt;The landing party consisting of My self, Orion , Rodimus, and several others are at the moment dong the best we can to avoid them and make it back to the shuttle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came here from the Ark, expecting to be Greeted by the planet's Leader, a Femme of cybertornian decent named Overrun. WHen we arrived what we found was a ghost planet. &lt;br /&gt;No one of nothing appeared and so we investigated further into the cities and race ways. &lt;br /&gt;What we found up until a point was abosolutly nothing. &lt;br /&gt;No one, no where. &lt;br /&gt;Then we saw it, him. Nemesis was at the venter of the main city waiting for us. &lt;br /&gt;With him was an abomination that is known and the Dweller. A biomechanical entity that has the ablity to drain liveing beings, speicifically those of Cybertron decent of thier energy and convert them into Zombies and Energy Vampiers like its self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like my new pet's handy work?" he asked casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What DID YOU DO?" Orion snarled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly what I was created for," He shot back, " To assist my master in bringing the universe under his sway." He motioned to the planet, "Then agian, this was a bit extream, and could have been prevented."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a feeling i knew what he was going to say, so i got to him first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you DARE blame this on me!!" I snapped, "You did this, YOU reduced this whole world to a waste land. Not me. YOU are going to have to face the consequences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No girl, I dont think I will." &lt;br /&gt;It was about then that it occured to all of us that there were things moving in the shadows beyond him. Slowly they came forward and we could see what they were. A whole planet, reduced to a population of walking corpses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there gapeing for a second and then I heard Orion shouting for all of us to fall back to the shuttle as fast as possible. That was when i also noticed something else. Roddy had Froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a little kown fact about the kid, that he is TERRIFIED of zombies. It stems back  to an incident that is known and "Dark Awakening" that happend after Orion Died in the attack on the city the first time. &lt;br /&gt;The Quintessons, the people responsible for tying to poison me, had found Rion's body and brough him back as for all intents and purposes a zombie. It came down to Roddy haveing to Kill him to save his people and his soul, or let his father lead his people into an ambush. Orion did manage to break out from thier control, but not before the damage had been done. It left the poor kid with a huge phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there he stood with a pack of the things bearing down on him, litterally OUT for blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RODIMUS!!" I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else in the landing party turned around for ten seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GET TO COVER!!" Orion managed to shout before he rand forward grabbed the kid and dashed out of the reach of the now undead population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads us to where we are now, Trapped down here with no way to get back to the shuttle. NO way to get past these things that had once been the people of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF any one can reach the planet Please we Need help. Even just enough of a distraction that we can make it back to the shuttle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if we will make it out or last until some kind of help comes, I pray that this will not be the last entry that I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116225446817816992?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116225446817816992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116225446817816992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116225446817816992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116225446817816992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/10/sos.html' title='S.O.S.'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116191113800446281</id><published>2006-10-26T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:05:38.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pranks</title><content type='html'>Well they finally let me out, on the condition that I allow them to assign me a set of body guards.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be greatful. All things considered, if the Lambos are following me around, they cant get into trouble. They are two of the biggest pranksters that are probably on this ship.&lt;br /&gt;They are apprently not the ONLY ones.&lt;br /&gt;I found this out the hard way when I stepped out of my rooms and nearly got decapitated by Buzzsaw and Lazerbeak going full tilt down the hall. A few moments later I heard the roar of a dragon some where, and then the Wheel twins  as well as all the cassettecons came tearing around the corner just as fast as the birds had been going.&lt;br /&gt;"WE DIDNT DO IT!!" one of them hollerd and ran even faster.&lt;br /&gt;Ten more seconds later Meleficent in full blown dragon form came barreling around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;"Meleficent?" I managed as Sideswipe grabed me and hauled me out of her way.&lt;br /&gt;She turned around and glared down at me.&lt;br /&gt;"IS something wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;She stood there for another few moments and then snapped back to her humanoid form.&lt;br /&gt;"DOES THIS ANSWER YOUR QUESTION!!!?"&lt;br /&gt;I had to try REALLY REALLY hard to not bust out laughing at the poor woman's predicament. The twins behind me started puffing up like a pair of helium balloons and also doing thier best to not crack up.&lt;br /&gt;Someone had gotten hold of her out fit and A)switched at white(completely white ) copy of it Or B)bleached it totally white&lt;br /&gt;So there stood Meleficent, in white, from Horned headdress to pointed fringe.&lt;br /&gt;"Yah.. that pretty much answers my question." I confirmed. "Just dont kill them okay? I dont wanna hear Soundwave whine."&lt;br /&gt;She glared at me again for a second and then stormed off down the hall. &lt;br /&gt;The twins managed to hold it in for about another second and they suddenly crack up.&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head and walk off into the rest of the ark Lookingfor Rion.&lt;br /&gt;I get about halfway to where im supopsed to meet him and come across Kenya standing there looking through a pane of glass with a mildly peveed look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;"Problem?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh he wont come out." She sighed.&lt;br /&gt;"Who?"&lt;br /&gt;"Darth," She pointed to the other side of the glass.&lt;br /&gt;"I am NOT comming out LIKE THIS!!"&lt;br /&gt;"OH get over it, you cant hide in there all day." &lt;br /&gt;It suddenly dawns on me what happened.&lt;br /&gt;"oh no.. they got him TOO?"&lt;br /&gt;"Say what?" SHe turned and looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;"Lemme guess, someone swapped his out fit, mask and all, for a white one?"&lt;br /&gt;"Howd you...?"&lt;br /&gt;"THey got Meleficent too...Shes ticked."&lt;br /&gt;She tries really hard to not crack up her self and I take off agian.&lt;br /&gt;"Well least i knwo what happened to my "Infinities" comic."&lt;br /&gt;I finally make it to the bridge to find a still dragon Mel' being soothed by her BF megs while Rion tries to point out that there is no proof that the kids did it.&lt;br /&gt;In the back ground there stands, Vector Prime, Yoda, Quigon, and Alpha Trion all looking like they are about to bust.&lt;br /&gt;I quietly make my way over and look at the four of them.&lt;br /&gt;"You clowns did it didnt you?"&lt;br /&gt;three of them managed to look totally innocent while Vector only girnned.&lt;br /&gt;"How is it they put it on your world? Oh yes, I shall take the Fifth on that one."&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh huh... "I Nodd. " Just please keep it to a minimum guys, We are having a hard enough time keeping the peace as is."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes My lady," Vector manages, still about ot laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head again and keep my trap shut, no sense in shattering thier images right now. Then i go to try and help calm down the incensed dark fairy before she roasts some one. &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, i got out of my box just in time. When the ones that are SUPPOSED to be "Dignified" start pulling pranks anything is likely to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116191113800446281?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116191113800446281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116191113800446281' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116191113800446281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116191113800446281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/10/pranks.html' title='Pranks'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116157727466149540</id><published>2006-10-22T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:21:14.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasbro had the right idea...</title><content type='html'>"I'm glad you two think this is so bloody funny!" I heard Rose tell the twins as they grinned at her from the other side. &lt;br /&gt;"So when are you going to let me out of here?" She crossed her arms and looked up at me.&lt;br /&gt;"I really am sorry," Apologized. "Honestly, but you do realize why you need protection?"&lt;br /&gt;She sighed and flopped back down on the cot. " Orion, why dont You let those two follow you around for days on end and then tell me if you want it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ive had it, you think Ironhide is any easier to deal with?" I grinned.&lt;br /&gt;"I want some privacy," She turned away from me.&lt;br /&gt;"I know," I sat down and put my arm around her, "Okay listen, why dont you stay here and have dinner with Kenya shes bringing it. I have something to show Vader and then after that I'll see if I can get Roddy to let you out okay?"&lt;br /&gt;She Rolled her eyes and sighed again, "Okay fine, I'll put up with this a LITTLE while longer. But why do you need To get Roddy  to let me out? Arent YOU the CO."&lt;br /&gt;I grinned, "The lil snot is more stubborn that his father, he wont cough up the acess codes."&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes, "Another red head causing trouble." She waved, "Go on scat."&lt;br /&gt;I stood back and waited as the feild snapped open and the other girl came in with dinner and a movie that wasnt of the horror variety. I nodded to them and walked out to find My son and friends waiting.&lt;br /&gt;"If you think im letting her out, you can think again." Roddy told me, "I dont mean to be rude but in there shes safe. And IF I had MY Way BOTH of them would be in there."&lt;br /&gt;"You put Kenya in there and you can deal with her," Vader told him. "Because I'm not saveing you."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright that's enough, the girls are fine for the moment. Lets just let them be. As for us, I have something to show you down in the hold."&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later we arrived down there in time to see the techs putting the finishing touches on what LOOKED like Vaders Personal fighter.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you mind telling me WHY you have my TIE fighter here?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Simple, Its not your fighter. Not your original one any how." I answered and gave the go ahead to Wheeljack and the other resistance engineers.&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later his little project, the idea stolen from hasbro stood there in its alt mode.&lt;br /&gt;"I thought this might come in handy durring the up comming fight. Primus knows that we can use some good pilots."&lt;br /&gt;I could tell that he was just staring at the mech that was the size of one of us in our normal form and was honestly trying to figuer out just how we had gotten this done.&lt;br /&gt;"thank you my friend," He finally said. "It is indeed a magnificent craft."&lt;br /&gt;"Your welcome," I replied, "There's just one small problem." &lt;br /&gt;"And that is?"&lt;br /&gt;"Let me show you," I motioned for him to follow me. "Wheeljack got a little carried away."&lt;br /&gt;I Walked around the TIEmech and pointed to the other one. &lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid he made two for you." &lt;br /&gt;This one was not in its alt mode but just sat there in the wedge shaped starfighter mode that had been popular before the rise of the Empire.&lt;br /&gt;"I Honestly didn't know which one that you would like better, so the choice is yours. Either one can be modified to what ever specifications you have or would just like. So lease feel free to take your pick." &lt;br /&gt;I turned back to face him, "if its alright with you, I was going to give which ever one you didnt pick to Kenya. If I know the girls as well as i think, you go out in a starfighter, she's giong to want to go with you."&lt;br /&gt;He had been brooding momentarily and contemplating the craft but this seemed to shake him out of it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;"It seems I shall be giving her flying lessons soon then," he laughed, "you are indeed right she will want to go with me. Just as im Sure Rose will go with you when the time comes?"&lt;br /&gt;"Id have to tie her to the bed to keep her from it, and I'm not even sure that would work."&lt;br /&gt;I smiled, "Speaking of the ladies, Id better go see if I can get Rodimus to let me get them out."&lt;br /&gt;"Youd better. Like I have stated before, He leaves Kenya in there I am NOT responsible for saving him once she gets loose."&lt;br /&gt;I head out and leave him to contemplate the craft. I wish that Wheeljack Had not made both styles, however it may be something that he needs in order to live his life the way he wants. And as I told him I CAN use any pilot that will go, and he is the best of the best where that is concerned. &lt;br /&gt;As for where we are headed now, its to a planet called Velocetron. Hopefully we will get there before anything happens or Unicron arrives. If we do we might be able to win this war right then. one can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116157727466149540?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116157727466149540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116157727466149540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116157727466149540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116157727466149540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/10/hasbro-had-right-idea.html' title='Hasbro had the right idea...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116139698741772411</id><published>2006-10-20T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T19:16:27.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Walls</title><content type='html'>Okay... a word of warning to all the girls out there who make a decision to fall for a "Fictional" character... Do not go around and assume just cus your a couple with them that you can smart mouth to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why DO i have to go every where with the twins?" I demaneded of Rodimus&lt;br /&gt;"Because Nemesis will find you and feed you to Unicron THAT'S WHY!" He snapped back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to cross my arms and glare at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And just what do you think your gonna do if I say no?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will throw your Butt in the brig and keep you there until im sure its safe for you to come out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to see you try it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minuts later im in the brig on the ark and all i have to stare at now are like i said four walls, oh and a TV that someone brought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER let the twins pick your movie selection. I think I have ever horror movie known to man in here with me.&lt;br /&gt;Ala atmosphere halloween. &lt;br /&gt;Any how... were all getting ready to head out now here in a day or so. The Voyager tapes have shown us where the next possible target might be. &lt;br /&gt;That means we know where to head for now. I really appriciate everything that has been done for all of us I'd like to thank every one for helping us.&lt;br /&gt;Kenya and Ani, you and yours are great. Mele' you are too, strangely enough, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Orion and  I have to go and do this, Rodimus too.&lt;br /&gt;Every one else I cant ask you to come but we will need al the help we can get.&lt;br /&gt;So its volunteers only. But I will thank in advance any one who does come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me.. right now all I can do is wait and see what happens. I hope tomorrow they will let me out of here and we can go forward with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then Take care all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116139698741772411?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116139698741772411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116139698741772411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116139698741772411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116139698741772411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/10/four-walls.html' title='Four Walls'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116118675246709618</id><published>2006-10-18T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:52:32.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Kiss</title><content type='html'>I knew who was going to be on the other end of the phone when it rang.. Still I had to answer it. &lt;br /&gt;I just didn't know what was going to get dumped on me the second she started talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait," I tried, "Would you just wait!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other end of the line My sister conintued to sqwak at me like a comp with a bad sound system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your where?" I got out, "Your in a shelter? They kicked you out? Well what do you want me to do about it!!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to her continue yelling as several of the people here gathered around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I can't, I dont have it." I paused and she made her threat, "What? My fualt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had a good crowd going and I wanted to toss the phone against the wall. &lt;br /&gt;"Okay look, Let me give you to mom, Maybe she can do something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally handed the thing over to my Mother and then floped back against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cant handel this, I cant handle that girl calling me and demanding I solve her problems!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why dose she think you should?" I looked up and noticed Anakin was one of the ones that had heard me having the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;"BECAUSE i always Have." I shook my head, " I just can't do it this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the distinct impression that he had something to say about that but as rude as it was i didnt stay around to hear what every one else had to say.&lt;br /&gt;I was still feeling pretty exhausted from everything that had gone on, my sister's newest ultimatum included and so I went to take a nap. &lt;br /&gt;I dont know how long i was asleep but I woke up when I felt something. What it felt like was Orion kissing me. &lt;br /&gt;I Knew it couldnt be that so for a second I thought it was dream and just enjoyed it. that was when I noticed something else, something that told me that this was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever it was that was kissing me, was ice cold. My eyes snapped open and I realized that the person leaning over me Was NOT Orion. It was Nemesis. &lt;br /&gt;I Screamed against him and struggeled until he finally moved away from me. &lt;br /&gt;"Dont," He told me. " No matter what you do they cannot get in here now. The door is bolted."&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell do you want?" I demanded.&lt;br /&gt;"I want to show you something."&lt;br /&gt;"Get out of my ...." &lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to grab hold of me by the arms and spining me around to face something. What it was I have no real idea, but what it looked like was a huge guilt framed mirror  with a latin inscription near the top.&lt;br /&gt;"This was given to my Master by Someone he is familar with on this world. It shows you what you want more than anythinb else, what your deepest desier is. Take a good long look princess."&lt;br /&gt;Held me there long enough to make sure that there was no mistaking that I must have seen something.&lt;br /&gt;"What did you see Princess?" &lt;br /&gt;I kept my mouth shut and refused to answer him.&lt;br /&gt;"Fine then I'll tell you. You saw the one thing in the world that you want most. Not you Precious Orion, not even something like and end to the war. NO what you saw in that glass, was peace, for you. From everything that goes on in your life."&lt;br /&gt;"SHUT UP!!"&lt;br /&gt;"you know I'm Right Princess."&lt;br /&gt;I Kept trying to get away from him but I could hear the tears in my own voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Just stop, Please!"&lt;br /&gt;He turned me around to face him now.&lt;br /&gt;"You know I can give you the power to achive that peace Rose. No more pain, No more suffering. Just peace."&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at him, his face so much like orion's.&lt;br /&gt;"You just dont get it do you?" I told him, "The kind of peace your offering me isn't peace, it's just death. I Want pace that I'll be alive to enjoy, not the end of the universe!"&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath so that I could somehow keep going. &lt;br /&gt;"Real Peace can't ever come from something like that. Orion understands that, that real peace can only come from liveing and finding a way to move beyond all that anger. Yes I do want to not be responsible for my Sister, but I dont want her dead.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love Orion, because he understands that." I Narrowed my eyes at him, "and thats why i could never and will never love you."&lt;br /&gt;Black Souless eyes narrowed and he shifted his grip on me to one hand. &lt;br /&gt;"you Stupid , stupid girl. I convinced my master to give you this one last chance to join us and not follow Prime to his death. But if thats what you want so bad then So Be it!"&lt;br /&gt;He was going to kill me and was so intent on it that I doubt he heard the door below being broken down. I know that he was more focused on me than anything so im guessing when he realized we had company it came as a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TAKE. YOUR. HANDS. OFF. OF. HER!!" &lt;br /&gt;I looked behind him and for the first time in what felt like forever I felt my heart leap.&lt;br /&gt;There were five people there holding Nemesis at either sword or gun point. The main one, the one that had just growled out the command was Orion. Nemesis dropped me and turned to glare at Orion. &lt;br /&gt;"She's not the innocent you think she is."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think I care?" Orion snapped back, "I love every part of her Light and dark. Now get out of this house, because even if I cant kill you. I can make you WISH you were dead."&lt;br /&gt;"THIS isnt over." &lt;br /&gt;"No," Orion Agreed. "Its just starting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monster vanished and a few seconds later I was in the process of wrapping my self back around the man I loved.&lt;br /&gt;"Im sorry." I told him.&lt;br /&gt;"What for?" He looked down at me, "None of this was YOUR Fualt. NONE of it."&lt;br /&gt;I relaxed for a second and then realized that i had a whole heard of ticked off resistance members glareing at me.&lt;br /&gt;"The next time you go ANY WHERE with out your body guards," Roddy snarled, "Im putting you under protective custody and tossing your rear end into the brig on the ark!!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Helping him." Anakin agreed. &lt;br /&gt;"That m akes three of us," Vector commented.&lt;br /&gt;"Agree with him i do," Yoda pointed to roddy,"Follows you trouble does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now Orion is back in action. Hes back and i had to face my own darkness. Yes i will admit that there have been times when i just wanted my sister to leave me alone, for my family to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;But what i saw in the mirror, was nothing. It looked like an ordinary mirror to me. That is because I already have what I want most in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still there is the fact that I denined Nemesis, yet again. He's Not going to ignore that. Get ready folks.&lt;br /&gt;Its going to escalate from here on in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116118675246709618?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116118675246709618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116118675246709618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116118675246709618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116118675246709618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/10/cold-kiss.html' title='Cold Kiss'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116093291922869119</id><published>2006-10-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T10:21:59.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's Club</title><content type='html'>First off. &lt;br /&gt;Seven is REALLY Sore.. but shes going to be okay. Lucid lil thing. The rest of the crew of the Voyager are okay, but again, really sore. Whats left of the ship is in the docking bay of the ark and is in the process of being repaired.&lt;br /&gt;I am greatful to all of them for risking thier lives to bring us some information and point us in the right direction to finding that thing. I will be forever greatful to you for doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then, that all the important stuff is out of the way, There is the discussion of what happens when you have several armies worth of nuts camped out on your property. One thing that happens is that the food supplies tend to run low rather fast. Neither of my folks were happy about getting up this morning and finding out that it was time for another sam's club run. &lt;br /&gt;That means getting the two trucks out, and heading down to town to the Sam's in question. Which normally isnt much of an issue we hop in the trucks and head down. &lt;br /&gt;This time how ever I have a set of body guards and getting them downt here is less than fun.&lt;br /&gt;The twins, Sunny and Siders, are comming along with grimlock. That means i have Two sociopathic Lambos, and an autobot that looks and acts like a ticked off Trex, in the bed of my beat up old chevy. On top of all of that when Someone else finds out ive got two more comming with me.&lt;br /&gt;So I drive into town, with my Fellow Fanfic writer, Her Sith lord, Two sociopathic lambos, and an autobot that looks and acts like a pissed off Trex all smooshed into my truck.. No idea where im gonna put the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually We DO make it down there and my folks proceed to inform me that im on food duty while they go looking for some other things. Get what i want , get what every one needs, but Dont OVER do it.&lt;br /&gt;Mean while Grimmy is full sized and hunkered down in the parking lot, while one twin is on the exit and th other is on the entrance. Needless to say they are getting really wierd looks.&lt;br /&gt;I smoosh my head against the stearing wheel and then look over at Kenya and Aankin.&lt;br /&gt;"You two SURE you dont wanna sit in the car?" &lt;br /&gt;"Nah I'm good," She looks at anakin, "YOu wanna stay?"&lt;br /&gt;"No Thank you. I fully capeable of handeling this."&lt;br /&gt;I stop and stare at him, "Never been to Sam's have you?"&lt;br /&gt;I shrug and hop out, "your choice." &lt;br /&gt;They hop out and follow me out to the store. I get in and proceed to pull one of the flat beds loose and start pushing it. I dont know what im getting more stares for, the flat bed or the guy in black armor following me. &lt;br /&gt;Some impossibly skinny lil thing with FAKE blond hair(no i dont Dislike blonds just Fake blonds)bounces out an starts talking to me. &lt;br /&gt;"Hi there welcome to sams club, " She produces a atomizer and proceeds hose me down, "Would you like to try our new scent Committed?" &lt;br /&gt;"Someone needs to be committed," I mutter and shoulder past her.&lt;br /&gt;"Fat b _ _ _ _ " I hear her shoot back as i keep on walking. &lt;br /&gt;I just ignore it, andkeep on going. Kenya has to grab hold of Anakin and tug him away from the girl before she provoked him. &lt;br /&gt;I get futher into the store and sniff my self, "Great I smell like a floral brothel."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you certain rose that you would not liek me to give that girl my exclusive opinion?"&lt;br /&gt;"DONT tempt me." I growl and head off to get the food.&lt;br /&gt;it takes about twenty minuts to get every thing we need gathered up and head back to the check out. &lt;br /&gt;Guess whos checking.&lt;br /&gt;I look sky ward, "and people think you dont have a sense of humor."&lt;br /&gt;"Just ignore her," Kenya tells me.&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to put everything out there and wait as the woman takes her sweet time ringing up the stuff and finally pull out my check book to pay her.&lt;br /&gt;I notice the look on her face and have to ask.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Did you jsut come from a costume party?"&lt;br /&gt;"No." I tell her flatly.&lt;br /&gt;"Well im sorry but yer friend's out fit, that has gotto be the fakest Vader Costume Ive ever seen."&lt;br /&gt;"What costume?" He rubmles &lt;br /&gt;I think it might have reigstered with her then but thankfully the sale was done and we headed out.&lt;br /&gt;Now all we have to do is go back unpack this mess and see what we can make of the voyager tapes.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things will progess.&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116093291922869119?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116093291922869119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116093291922869119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116093291922869119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116093291922869119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/10/sams-club.html' title='Sam&apos;s Club'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116077703218526668</id><published>2006-10-13T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:03:52.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booted</title><content type='html'>I'm really not the type the cries. In fact, I still have the ire of some of my family members from when my maternal grand ma died in the spring for not crying.&lt;br /&gt;Its just not in my nautre normaly. &lt;br /&gt;Still I think i have been sitting here so long, so worried, so terrified that history is going to rpeat its self, that I guess any one would cry. &lt;br /&gt;Kenya has an incredibly beautiful voice, and Anakin has such a wonderfully protective looming prescence that I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;I sit there for a few more moments, stareing out through the bit of my white streak that has worked its way loose from  my braid, and then I broke down.&lt;br /&gt;Ken' gave me hug and all I could do was just try and not break down allthe way. Still i couldnt keep a few tears from making thier way out from behind my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which ofcourse, someone saw.&lt;br /&gt;"ALIRIGHT," he snarled, "THAT'S it!!"&lt;br /&gt;The next thing the three of us knew we had been uncerimoniously kicked out of the med bay by Rat and were standing in the hall way getting glared at by him.&lt;br /&gt;"I told you that you could stay AS LONG as it wasnt causing you any harm."&lt;br /&gt;"But..." I tried,&lt;br /&gt;"It's obviously causing you harm," He folded his arms and braced him self, "So get your smooshly lil' flesh skidplate outta my med bay until "I" tell you to come back."&lt;br /&gt;"BUT....!"&lt;br /&gt;He now started ignoring me and turned to my two companions," YOU two, why dont you take her down and get her something that acutally PASSES for dinner. She hasn't touched any thing even remotely edible since this started,"&lt;br /&gt;I opened my mouth for another "But" only to have the irate Doc Bot turn and bear down on me again.&lt;br /&gt;"Coffe and Mt Dews DO NOT classify as food," He turned and walked back, "I Dont want to see any of you back here UNTIL I send for you, GOT IT!!"&lt;br /&gt;"BUT....!!"&lt;br /&gt;"NO BUTS!!, OUT!" and then proceeded to slam the door in our faces.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that went well," Kenya commented behind me.&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed," Anakin replied.&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds and then snapped on my com. &lt;br /&gt;"RODDY!!"&lt;br /&gt;Five minuts later the younger prime appeared.&lt;br /&gt;"Lemme guess, Rat tossed you out?"&lt;br /&gt;"What was your first slagging clue?" I growled.&lt;br /&gt;He sighed, "Hang on."&lt;br /&gt;he went in and there were a few moments of muffled conversation and something that sounded like a metalic thud. Roddy reappeared looking slightly Kowed and glanced back at Ratchet.&lt;br /&gt;"I think you should do what he said."&lt;br /&gt;"RODIMUS!," I snapped, "How dare you take his part!! I have to be in there, what if he needs me and im not.."&lt;br /&gt;"Listen to me okay," He put both hands on my shoulders, "First off He wouldnt want you to drive your self into the ground for him, Do you know how many times ive had to sit there and hear him fuss because he catches  you doing that? He would be really pissed if he knew you were doing it now. And secondly, the way that you are now your not going to do him any good. You said you had to be strong for him, well part of that is takeing care of your self. Understand?"&lt;br /&gt;"I do, I just dont like it," I sighed. &lt;br /&gt;"You dont have to, You just have to do it." Roddy finally told me."If it makes it any easier, Rat said he was doing a lot better. So please go get dinner? Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"I..."&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get much of a chance to answer as another pair of hands took the place of Rodd's and proceeded to turn me around and point me in the direction of the dining area.&lt;br /&gt;"March," Anakin chimed in.&lt;br /&gt;"If i find out you were in on this.. Im going to paint "HOT STUD" on the back of your helmet in white out."&lt;br /&gt;That gets a laugh from Kenya and i get marched.&lt;br /&gt;"I am not IN ON it as you put it, but it is a sound concern." &lt;br /&gt;"Charming," I crane my neck around and glance at Kenya. "He always like this?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, Normaly its worse."&lt;br /&gt;"Charming," I say again. &lt;br /&gt;So now im down in the dining area trying to decide if my stomach will even keep some kind of food down. I finally settle on something and sit down next to my friends. &lt;br /&gt;Lots of people are there having various conversations. &lt;br /&gt;The twins are with maul and trisha, the girl looking at thier glasses of energon as if they might bite.&lt;br /&gt;Mel' and mega are haveing a giggleing fit over in one corner because of something she said. Are Orion and I that pathetic? OH yah I guess we are.&lt;br /&gt;Luke and his girl Luna are in the process of stareing at the girl wondering if its worth it to try some of the Dinobots barbecue.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor and the girl with him are talking, shes amazed because she just thought that "Furman" had a screw loose, and is shocked that the guys are real. &lt;br /&gt;There are tons of others, eleves, dragons, you name it. Im glad im not on food patrol.&lt;br /&gt;I just sit there and look around for a few seconds and then i get that feeling that someone is stareing at me.&lt;br /&gt;I look up and guess what??&lt;br /&gt;"eat Your food.. dont glare at it."&lt;br /&gt;I mock salute the sith lord and start acutally eating.&lt;br /&gt;that seems to satisfy him for the moment and i manage to get some more down until all hell breaks loose out side.&lt;br /&gt;We all forget out food and go running. What we find out there is what might have been a person but looks more like a borg. Scraps of a body suit hang here and there but most of it seems to have gon on to be pure borg agian.&lt;br /&gt;She looks up at me and Suddenlhy speaks,&lt;br /&gt;"I am seven of nine. I bear a message for those who fight unicron, Voyager encountered it, voyager has been defeted. It is headed this way."&lt;br /&gt;And that's all she gets out before she falls flat on her face. &lt;br /&gt;I Suddenly snap into order and scream for the medics. Shipping her off to Ratchet and then finding someone to head out and see if there is anything left of the Voyager to save. &lt;br /&gt;So much for getting dinner, i think as we all snap into action.&lt;br /&gt;Well ratchet you wanted me out of my funk. Wish granted.&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116077703218526668?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116077703218526668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116077703218526668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116077703218526668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116077703218526668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/10/booted.html' title='Booted'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116055168038436815</id><published>2006-10-10T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:28:00.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choas</title><content type='html'>I have always said that i would never fear choas. &lt;br /&gt;For the past 20 some odd years, my life has been NOTHING BUT chaos.&lt;br /&gt;The last straw however came when Nemesis attacked. I have my limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if that is not enough, as if knowing that a THING that EATS planets is on its way here to kill both the man i love and his son, my idiot sister causes problems too.&lt;br /&gt;She's called me this after noon and proceeded to tell me that the authories have taken her children. Because she had no money, that the money I wasted at botcon might have saved her from loosing her kids.&lt;br /&gt;I think i must have snapped, I dont remember what happened after that until a while later. When something caught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ROSE!! SNAP OUT OF IT!!" &lt;br /&gt;And some one proceeded to slap me back to reality. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ani, I owe you one. ::Smiles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Kenya and all of thiers are here now, now i have some kind of support. None of this is going to be easy. I dont think i can solve my sister's issues and save the world at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Truth is they arent letting me do that much. &lt;br /&gt;Roddy and luke are in the command center that has been set up in several tents out back. Drache and her people are on patrol with the wreckers.(nope never saw that one comming)&lt;br /&gt;Vector prime and Yoda have made a pair being the oldest and wisest with us. They seem to know where the monster will come, so they are looking at what might be likely targets.&lt;br /&gt;Mele and megs are out rallying our troops and setting up for all of the new commers that are arriveing.&lt;br /&gt;You see unlike the empier, fighting this thing will be different. Its like taking on a force of natuer. There are things that can do it, but it takes extream measures.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like charging off into a battle. We do that with Unicron and we are as good as dead. Its a matter of finding a moment of weakness in him and exploiting it. I just hopt that its possible.&lt;br /&gt;Then theres me and Kenay and ani. I just sit here and stare at the glass, I dont think i can even see anything but my own reflection I've looked for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Still I have to stay like this, I can't just give up. &lt;br /&gt;Its my turn to be strong for Orion.&lt;br /&gt;I feel someone's hand on my shoulder and look up. Good men wear masks too, i think as i stare up at Anakin.&lt;br /&gt;"you aren't alone," He tells me.&lt;br /&gt;"Never," Kenya smiles from her seat near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks guys." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::sihgs::&lt;br /&gt;I remember that he has faced and beat death more times than most men can ever even consider. He fought and beat death for ME. &lt;br /&gt;I wont ever give up hope that things will work out, that this monster will once again. be banished back to the dark where it belongs and life will go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like said before, its my turn to be Strong for Orion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the fight?&lt;br /&gt;We have sent those who have the ablity and those with ships out on scouting missions. To defeat this thing first and formoest we have to find him.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm making this offical here, ANY one OR ANYTHING out there, with transwarp, FTL space travel tech, please keep an eye out of any anomalies.&lt;br /&gt;This thing, Unicron, makes the Death Star look like a nerf ball. It has all of the DS's destructive power, as well as sentieance. The ablity to think, and reason where to go and what kind of planet will give it the most power.&lt;br /&gt;It will seek out places where order, and logic are the highest priority. It will if it can destroy those, that it what gives it its power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need to know now, is if any one out there, ANY WHERE out there, knows of any kind of spatial anomailies.&lt;br /&gt;Planets vanishing, supernovas, nebulas bursting.&lt;br /&gt;The signs can be more subtel as well. War breaking out on planets with no history of it. Races that value logic falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for perspective on what is possible, this thing has taken out BORG ships and not even batted an eye.&lt;br /&gt;If any one has ANY kind of information about this this type of phenomenon, please contact me.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, every one with FTL capeablities, be on your guard. Ships my not seem like something it would go after, but trust me, they are. &lt;br /&gt;Keep an eye on your fleets and again let me know if anything shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way we are going to beat him, Unicron, is if we find him first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for helping and keep me and all of us informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSE and co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116055168038436815?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116055168038436815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116055168038436815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116055168038436815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116055168038436815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/10/choas.html' title='Choas'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116035407083207310</id><published>2006-10-08T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T17:34:31.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grim Developments</title><content type='html'>I write this post with a great sense of dread in my heart, I also write this in place of Roseprincess. She is in no condtion to do so her self, emotionally at least.&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to introduce my self first of all. My name is Vector prime. And I am here because Our worst fears have been confirmed. &lt;br /&gt;Let me explain here. &lt;br /&gt;For the past week or so.. since the appperance of Nemesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIs comming heraled the dark being who's bidding he is bound forever to do. Unicron,The lord of chaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed the monster's return personally. As one of those choosen to guard the walls of the multiverse and all of its vast possiblities, I was there when a great dark storm appeared. I do not know what it harbored, but it declared that if It could not have the universe then no one would. Then it cracked open the gate and through came Unicron. &lt;br /&gt;He knows what will defeat him, and indeed knows that the choosen matrix bearers are the only thing  with a chance of stopping his hideous quest to drag down all order, all light. He has met defeat at thier hands once, so this time he came prepared. &lt;br /&gt;A Prime torn from another cointinum where there was no Rose, No Rodimus, no reason for him fight death when he met its cold grasp. Tourtured and corrupted beyond all reason he is the opposite in almost every way of this cointinum's Prime. &lt;br /&gt;Save one thing that give's this world's Prime an edge. Rose. &lt;br /&gt;The power of the Matrix is the power of life its self. and what makes life grow and florish if not love? His love for that girl, makes this world's Prime  INFINATELY more powerful than Nemesis. &lt;br /&gt;So that left the dark monster with two choices corrupt her, or destroy her. &lt;br /&gt;It began so simply Rose and Her Prime were mearly out shopping, trying to take the edge off of the stress they had been feeling lately. It was Soemthing that even now Poor Rose blames her self for. &lt;br /&gt;They turned the corner and  there he was, Nemesis. Just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"have you made you choice ?" he asked rose.&lt;br /&gt;"back off," she snarled, "There is nothing you have that I could possibly want."&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime Took a step between Rose and Nemesis. &lt;br /&gt;"Do you think I'm Going to let you anywhere near her?" &lt;br /&gt;I Drew closer to this cointinum and saw that there was nothing more for them to say. A few more moments later the toe of them were grappeling and some how, possibly do the the fact that  Prime was doing his best to protect Rose, Nemesis got the upper hand. Putting Prime in a Submission hold and turning to face Rose. &lt;br /&gt;"You said that there was nothing i have that you want?"He sneered at her, "What about his life?"&lt;br /&gt;"I..." Rose stood there  at a loss almost prepared to give her self to the monster if it meant saveing her Orion.&lt;br /&gt;"DON'T ROSE!!" Prime Fought back against his captor finally manageing to push him back against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;"TO LATE Girl," Nemeis told her, "You love him so much? So die together!"&lt;br /&gt;A blast of dark energy tore through Prime's side as he freed him self sending him colapsing at Rose's feet.&lt;br /&gt;"ORION!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later she was on the floor next to her love and was doing her best to press her sports jacket over the flow of energon now spilling on to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;She turned and looked up at the monster, silver eyes full of anguish. &lt;br /&gt;"JUST DO IT YOU FREAK!! Get it over with!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"You could have had soo much more girl," Nemesis' hand slid back much like Prime's is capeable of and a glowing silver energy ax came into being.&lt;br /&gt;"Too bad."&lt;br /&gt;Rose burried her head against Prime and refused to give him the satisfaction of her screams. &lt;br /&gt;That was I choose to intraveen. Thrusting my own sword out in time to block the ax. &lt;br /&gt;"You will leave." I told him. "NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;"YOU !" Nemesis growled, "You interfering OLD MECH!!"&lt;br /&gt;"These two are under MY protection you will leave." &lt;br /&gt;One more glare and the gilr and then one to me. &lt;br /&gt;"this isnt over old one." He almost smiled, " My master is comming. Sooner or later, you will all Die." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is where we are now. &lt;br /&gt;Prime will Recover, but it will be some what slow.  It was a deep hit, any closer and he would be dead. Rose how ever is a constant worry. She blames her self for what happened. It was not her fualt, and it never has been.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot alley her fears and I my self am afraid that it may be a long time before things go back to normal.  As it is, I dont think she will listen to me. She has been going non - stop.  I think that she is afraid that if she stops now, she will never start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those out there , be warned.  Chaos is comming and he must be fought. But not at the price of any one's peace of mind. &lt;br /&gt;If any one can help Rose, Then please do so.&lt;br /&gt;She needs it. &lt;br /&gt;Vector Prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116035407083207310?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116035407083207310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116035407083207310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116035407083207310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116035407083207310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/10/grim-developments.html' title='Grim Developments'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-116000058167053435</id><published>2006-10-04T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:23:01.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meleficent....O.o</title><content type='html'>Well I thought that my life couldnt get any wierder. yet again I'm wrong. &lt;br /&gt;The guys have started marshalling forces, apparently  they know what this Nemesis person means. I however am for the moment in in the dark on the matter. Orion had said that for once please JUST LET HIM handel it. (yah right) But right now short of hacking vector sigma there's not much of a way for me to get information. &lt;br /&gt;All I Know is that much like when the war against the empier was decalred people from all over the placed, my self and the guys included, showed up to help her. Now the same thing is happening here. Though who it started with and who she's having a relationship with have me BLOWN away. &lt;br /&gt;It started as I pulled up into my drive way and got out. I heard the sound of Megatron being shot off somew here in the feild behind my house and so I dtopped my groceries and took off at a dead run thinking that someone or something was attacking. &lt;br /&gt;What I found when I got out there was not what I was expecting.What I found was a very tall, very beautiful, and very sinster looking Lady holding Gun Mode megs and having a blast(pun intended)fiering him off at the target range out back. &lt;br /&gt;Orion was standing there with his arms crossed looking kinda pissed, while others of the guys sat or stood and watched.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and stopped shooting for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;"What a Marvelous way of conducting power!" She then proceeded to hold megs up and rub him against her cheek in a motion similar to what I;ve see my self do to Orion's cab when hes in truck mode. &lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for letting me try it my Dear."&lt;br /&gt;"Think Nothing of It Meleficent my love," That was when he noticed me. "Ahh it seems Prime's wayward Princess has finally returned from her work."&lt;br /&gt;I was in the process of just gapeing as she released him and Megatron transformed. &lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Orion decided that he was going to save my skidplate from further embarassment and came over to make introductions. NOT before however, making sure that I was okay.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey there," He held me back for a second as I tossed my arms around him. "You okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"yah," I looked behind him at my new guest and raised one eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh allow me," He turned but made sure to keep hold of me. "Rose this is Meleficent. Lady Meleficent, this is RosePrincess."&lt;br /&gt;She inclined her head to me, horned headress and all and ACUTALLY smiled. &lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what the heck to do, but I knew full well what this chick was capeable of and so I decided to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Madame," I bowed, "Welcome to my home."&lt;br /&gt;She reached out and lifed my chin up slightly so she could get a good look at me and smiled again.&lt;br /&gt;"Another Princess, Only nothing like the one's I know. Humility and beauty are a rare combination."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Madame," I bowed again, " You are my guest for the moment, so its my job to be nice to you. thats how I was Raised."&lt;br /&gt;"Lovely, Humble and wise, Even rarer." She turned and grinned at Prime, "I can see why you chose her."&lt;br /&gt;"My Lady," Orion bowed as well.&lt;br /&gt;"Well then," She turned and took Megs arm. "You promised me a tour of your ship tonight, I suggest we go and allow them to be alone yes?"&lt;br /&gt;Megatron Kissed Her hand and Grinned,  "Indeed. Take care Prime, Let me know when the information arrives."&lt;br /&gt;"I will." Orion Nodded.&lt;br /&gt;A few secnods later the two of them vanished into his shuttle and i felt my self deflate.&lt;br /&gt;"MELEFICENT!!" I almost had a heart attack, "He's DATEING MELEFICENT!!?"&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that Orion was on the verge of  cracking up and finally managed to nod.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey look on the bright side."&lt;br /&gt;"There's a bright side?" I shot back.&lt;br /&gt;"Least he cant make fun of me for being in love with an organic any more, right?" &lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes and headed down to pick up the bag of groceries that I had dropped as I charged up the drive way to make sure that nothing bad was going on. &lt;br /&gt;Well I dont know how this classifies, but something was DEFINATELY going on.&lt;br /&gt;::SHUDDERS::&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to see who moves in next.&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-116000058167053435?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/116000058167053435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=116000058167053435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116000058167053435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/116000058167053435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/10/meleficentoo.html' title='Meleficent....O.o'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115976168233811786</id><published>2006-10-01T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:01:22.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble In Paradise</title><content type='html'>Why is it, that when we are the happiest, when our joy is at its xenith, why then do the most unspeakable horrors decend upon us? &lt;br /&gt;this was the week end of BOT CON. Which is the international transformers collection convention. So ofcoruse all of us packed down there to see what we could see. I made sure and bring lots of money for the dealers room and the guys made sure they were ready to handel the screaming fans.&lt;br /&gt;First off , just a tip, if you ARE gonna take the real deal to a convention dedicated to them. Make sure you warn them, and make sure that you tell them that certain types of fangirls have problems with behinds. &lt;br /&gt;Second off, be prepared to stangd in LOTS of long long lines.Specifically if yer there to get peter Cullen's  sig. Cullen is the guy that did  Orion's voice in the first ever cartoon. and is the ONLY person whos ever come close to how Orion really sounds. So we stood there for an hour or two and finally got it.. THEN we hit the dealers rooom and I do mean HIT. There was a crash from somwhere and here came the ttwins being chased by someone weilding what looked like a light saber. Apparently they made the mistake of wrecking the booth of one of the force users in attendance. &lt;br /&gt;Thrid, if your going to one of these things.. BRING FUNDS. YOU WILL, see something that you HAVE to getin the dealers room. So get ready to pay for it. &lt;br /&gt;(Cuddles on little version of Orion she bought, tricked out in pepsi colors) &lt;br /&gt;Fourth, IF you and yours are committed night owls give it rest and go to bed, (or recharge) at a reasonable hour. Its long, and exhausting and full bateries will help. &lt;br /&gt;Fifth, dont forget to eat. Excitement will make you forget unitl your about to peel your self off the floor cus your blood sugar, (OR energon) levels have dropped to zero. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, be ready for anything. And I DO MEAN ANYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;Allow me to explain. &lt;br /&gt;I got done at the dealers room tihs afternoon and went down to the food court to get a bite to eat. being as it was Sunday, one resturant wasnt open and so there was one part of the place concealed in deep shadows. I sat down with my tray of food and started eating.. That was when i looked up into the shadows for a moment and saw what I THOUGHT was Orion. I blinked and wandered why he would be back there so i got up to go and see what he was up too. &lt;br /&gt;I looked around and could find nothing when i was there. However, something was there. I Could almost feel the wave of cold wash over me and turned  to run when i saw it. Whatever it was LOOKED almost identical to Orion. But where he was a deep royal blue, Ivory and scarlet. this thing was shades of black and lusterless silver. &lt;br /&gt;"MY master is near," I could hear the thing leer at me, "Soon the matrix bearers will die and I will need a queen."&lt;br /&gt;I backed away from him as he extened his hand at me and a wave of some kind of dark power lept at me. I felt my eyes roll back and I felt the floor rush up to meet me as he continued speaking.&lt;br /&gt;"Think of my offer, or die in torment with them...I am Nemesis and the choice is yours."&lt;br /&gt;I must have screamed. because the next thing I knew orion was there holding me in his arms and Ratchet was busy  checking me. Ever since the poison thing this summer they flip over everything, granted this time the flippage was waranted. &lt;br /&gt;I dont know who this.. "Nemesis" Prime is but hes evil. &lt;br /&gt;I thought it was over. That peace would finally appear. I was wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115976168233811786?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115976168233811786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115976168233811786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115976168233811786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115976168233811786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/10/trouble-in-paradise.html' title='Trouble In Paradise'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115893981142291459</id><published>2006-09-22T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:43:31.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micro-nuts</title><content type='html'>Okay first off I dont know who's bright idea it was to take the personalities of Hannibel Lector, and Dirty Harry, and give them to a pair of transformers. Second off, I would dearly love to know why they decided that MY kitchen would be a good place to have one of thier little "discussions."&lt;br /&gt;In case your wondering who im talking about here, im talking about Rampage and Depthcharge. Two members of the Zoo that Megatron felt compelled to go find when we were in the middle of the war. For some STRANGE reason, he thought that they could help. ::Rolls eyes:: Now granted most of them are pretty civil, yes even Meg's lil namesake. And at least one of them I really like, cheetor for example. Still there has to be one at every house I suppose only it seems like I got stuck with two of them. &lt;br /&gt;NOw then, Rampage and Depthcharge have some history. Ramps got experimented on, went nuts and pretty much pounded DC's colony into paste, sans DC. DC got mad , chased after him and tried to kill him. Confused yet? ya me too. &lt;br /&gt;Well They have supposedly came to an understanding compliments of Megatron's fusion cannon. Still they are not above the occasional verbal stab at one another, nor has there been any lack of fisticuffs between them. My dad says one more time to ruin his lawn and they are sleeping in the grage. &lt;br /&gt;Well the finaly straw came this morning while mom and dad were in the process of getting ready to go pay a vist to the extended relatives. I had NO intention of going so I packed for them.  I was in the middle of this when i heard the crash from the kitchen. I came in there to find, the two of them at each other's throats, and  my poor bettas on the floor from where thier tanks had hit it. &lt;br /&gt;"MY FISH!!" &lt;br /&gt;That scream froze the whole house and I turned my glare on the two mechs in the middle of the puddle. &lt;br /&gt;"What did you do to my FISH!!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm.." DC began. then he pointed to ramps and announced, "HE DID IT!"&lt;br /&gt;Which got them going all over again.&lt;br /&gt;"STOP IT!!" I screamed, "DONT MOVE!" &lt;br /&gt;They stood up and stood stock still as i rescued my fish and put each of them in a glass. &lt;br /&gt;"Come with me." &lt;br /&gt;THey looked at the rest of the gathered Transformers with dread and followed me. &lt;br /&gt;twenty minuts later I came back carrying two more glasses. Each one holding a shrunk down nut case. I remembered someone doing this to them in a fan fic and so I cribbed her idea. &lt;br /&gt;A few more minuts later I had my fish back in new tanks, shatter proof one's this time. Then I decided to give each of the fish, which by the way are red and blue and named after these two yahoos, company. I stuck DC with the red fish named rampage, and Ramps witht the blue fish named Depthcharge. &lt;br /&gt;"Touch the fish And i'll grind you two up for betta food! GOT IT!!" &lt;br /&gt;I reviced two meek nods and headed back out of the kitchen. The ammount of laughter i heard following me tells me what they think of my solution. &lt;br /&gt;I plan on letting them stay there for another day or so. When they know to behave I'll fish them out. &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, my life is interesting at least. But if this is the worst it gets, then I will have no complaints. &lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115893981142291459?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115893981142291459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115893981142291459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115893981142291459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115893981142291459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/09/micro-nuts.html' title='Micro-nuts'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115868177685061795</id><published>2006-09-19T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T09:02:56.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family, specifically sisters...</title><content type='html'>Rose is getting ready for work at the moment so I'm going to post on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried very hard to be respectful and compassionate to her human family, since i arrived here last year. They are her family and since I love her, i have them by extension. HEr parents are basically good, if slightly odd, and sometimes thoughtless people. Her extened family leaves a lot be desiered. &lt;br /&gt;And then there is Martha.&lt;br /&gt;That wretched woman who was the cause of her(rose) decideing that she was better off with out me all those years ago.&lt;br /&gt;The woman wanted freedom from her family so badly, that she was willing to pay any price to get it.&lt;br /&gt;The price she paid was My Poor sweet Rose's peace of mind. She has for the last decade or more been causing some kind of trouble. &lt;br /&gt;Currently she is sans funding, living in a cutrate motel with 4 small children. Calling up here and asking both Rose and her parents to do soemthing about it. I WOULD dearly love to do something about it, but Rose wont let me. I may be an Autobot, but even we have limits as to what we will put up with. &lt;br /&gt;Rose seems resigned that the girl will show with all of her progeny in tow. She dose? I am insisting Rose and all of us move to an apartment. I will not see Rose's collections mangeled or stand by again Idly as someone has the gall to ask this girl if her sister's children mean less to her than her collections. Never again. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will not develope into anything more than shouting matches over the phone lines. However the chance dose remain and I will not permit it.&lt;br /&gt;I may be absconding with Rose in the near futuer if it gets any worse around here. &lt;br /&gt;I hope she goes away and lets us have some peace. &lt;br /&gt;Sadistic aliens, evil undead dictators, frezzing cold ice planets, all of that Rose can handle with out blinking. Her sister? Is the one thing shes never been able to fight. Or rather wont fight for the sake of her family. &lt;br /&gt;This time its not her choice. This time Rose has someone to fight for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115868177685061795?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115868177685061795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115868177685061795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115868177685061795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115868177685061795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/09/family-specifically-sisters.html' title='Family, specifically sisters...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115818813148702830</id><published>2006-09-13T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T15:55:31.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"IT"</title><content type='html'>APB: from Sunstreaker to: all Cybertronian forces present on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;To nights the 13th folks. YOu know that means at some point to night, shes gonna be watching "IT". So unless you want to be keeping Ratchet or Hook company for an indeterminate ammount of time I would stay away from Ro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Has laptop taken from him at this point::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY Funny bannana boy. Well for your information to night I wont be watching it. I'm waiting for the 20th anniversery edition and I wont be watching it until that comes out smart alec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Looses laptop to Megatron at this point::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the lamgorghini. Last year I made the mistake of bothering her after she watched "IT" and by the time she was done with me I had a cracked optic and two broken gaskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Looses laptop as he has to run from Rose::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Picks up abandoned laptop::&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, &lt;br /&gt;This is Optimus.  I suppose thos who read this blog would like a bit of clarification at this point. &lt;br /&gt;::Watches as Rose chases Megatron and Lambo twins with pillow::&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;What all of this is refering too is Rose's yearly ritual of  watching the Original transformers movie from the 1980s.&lt;br /&gt;She has for the last five or so years conducted this. &lt;br /&gt;As bad as this sounds I  am forced to admit I am less than fond of this my self. &lt;br /&gt;I do not enjoy watching this film. I doubt any one would like seeing a film that depticts the deaths of not only one's self, but one's closest friends. &lt;br /&gt;I think it is un healthy for Rose to do this, all it seems to do to me is provoke depression. after all that has happened this year, it is something Rose, and for that matter none of us need. &lt;br /&gt;So i have to say that I'm some what pleased that she will not be going through with her ritual. &lt;br /&gt;NOw all i ahve to do is go hide her copy of "Dark awkening" so she wont watch that instead. &lt;br /&gt;Now isn't the time to be depressing one's self.  She needs to be happy, all of us do. &lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;br /&gt;Prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115818813148702830?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115818813148702830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115818813148702830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115818813148702830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115818813148702830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/09/it.html' title='&quot;IT&quot;'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115792888265412044</id><published>2006-09-10T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:54:42.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUST...</title><content type='html'>Well The vacation was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;The getting home was not. &lt;br /&gt;Spending four days away from the nut balls I have for a human family was very nice. &lt;br /&gt;NOT that i dont love my family, HOW EVER, there are members of it that I Dont LIKE. (and yes my bro in law is one of them, please dont get me started)&lt;br /&gt;The current case in point is my grandfather. My mom's dad. &lt;br /&gt;Last night he fell, and bloody well near impaled him self on a deer head. &lt;br /&gt;As a concequence, now mom is in the best mood in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And what dose she do when shes in a lousy mood? Fuss at my cleaning habbits. (you try shareing a room with a heard of cybertroniains and see how clean it stays!!)So now i have to do something that I have to Dust.&lt;br /&gt;This means takeing down all of my dolls, all of my gundams and all umpteen of my transofrmers. NOt a fun job. &lt;br /&gt;I am about three quarters of the way done and i think there's more dust on me, than there is on any of the toys. &lt;br /&gt;Of course as if my day didnt stink enough. As I'm dusting i come across a picture of my ex from college. &lt;br /&gt;It was almost five years to the day that I realized that it wasnt gonna work. &lt;br /&gt;I realized that there were more important things to him out there than me. And that he was jealous of what i thougght at the time was just a toy.&lt;br /&gt;I had never come clean and admited back then that I really DID LOVE Orion. It was just fangirlism then. I guess i cant blame the poor shcemoe for doing what he did. &lt;br /&gt;But it still hurts even now. Standing there in the middle of the campus and yelling for the whole college to hear that NO MAN could ever POSSBILY live up to the ideals of that stupid TOY!&lt;br /&gt;Real heros like that JUST DONT EXIST. And that I would NEVER be happy as long as I  held on to my childish fantasy. And  as selfish as this might sound the fight had began because I had told him that I didtn want him to and Join the army as his reaction to the september 11th tragedy made him want to. I have seen the results of war burned into my own father's flesh and blood. I wanted to be married to a man, not a name on a wall. Again that fear of loss also going back to Orion.  &lt;br /&gt;So though we tried to maintain it for another six months or so, eventually our relationship fell apart. &lt;br /&gt;I just stand there for a long time, feather duster in one hand and photo in the other wondering about him and how he is. I wish him nothing but the best, because thats what I have. I just wish that there was someway to show or tell that it wasnt a fantasy. &lt;br /&gt;I drop the photo back where I found it and go back to dusting, as I hear my mom pipe back up from down stairs and go to see what's up this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115792888265412044?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115792888265412044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115792888265412044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115792888265412044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115792888265412044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/09/dust.html' title='DUST...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115738552423270723</id><published>2006-09-04T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T08:58:44.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation... All I ever wanted...</title><content type='html'>Okay so I let Orion talk me in to taking a week end off and heading for the clouds, litterally. &lt;br /&gt;I wasnt expecting anything, because honestly I've never really been much for fancy stuff. When we go on family Vactions, we head for a resort full of cabins up in the high country. Quaint, and peaceful, but not the Ritz.  So my eyeballs nearly hit the floor when I walk in and see this HUGE room like something out of a Sandales ad.&lt;br /&gt;yes im a huge acrophobe.. so what do I do first? Go over to the blacony and stare out and gape. &lt;br /&gt;Then I stop and take a look around the rest of the room. &lt;br /&gt;There's a table in the middle that finally gets my attention, on it is a huge flower arrangement containing roses of every color of the rainbow and then some. I didn't even know rose's came in neon pink... I'm still in the process of gapeing when Orion finds the card and reads it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have fun and enjoy your selves,"  the guys. &lt;br /&gt;"Well now, you'd better go change," Orion tells me at this point. &lt;br /&gt;I look at him like a moron, "uhh.. why?" &lt;br /&gt;"Because we are going out to an opera with Darth and Kenya and then WE are going on a tour." &lt;br /&gt;"Oh.. okay.."&lt;br /&gt;SO i go looking for my suits. Guess what? No suits. Normaly I am not much of a dress pseron. Probally left overs from highschool where I admit , i was somewhat less than attractive. So I opted for dress suits, I have ever since. Someone had gone through my bags and gotten rid of every singel suit. &lt;br /&gt;"RION!" I holler, "Where are my suits!!" &lt;br /&gt;"Check the closet," is all i get for a reply. &lt;br /&gt;So i poke my nose in and see what's there. what's there are some of the most beautiful evening gowns in my size i have ever laid eyes on. &lt;br /&gt;"I'm not wearing these!" I try again.&lt;br /&gt;"If you wanna go out you are," he tells me, "Come on you will look wonderful."&lt;br /&gt;So says a guy that to get ready all he has to do is get out the polish. Grr. &lt;br /&gt;I finally decide on a red one, spend another ten minuts curling and putting up m y hair. I hate that white streak, (yes i did try dye it wont work!)And finally put on some make up and head out. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like a butter fly or something, I'm not much for this kind of thing. &lt;br /&gt;Still I know Something must be up when I do come out and Orion's eyes get even bluer than normal. &lt;br /&gt;"You need to wear red more often." &lt;br /&gt;"I cant believe you did this, " I tell him. &lt;br /&gt;Only to get a grin behind that mask. "Dont worry about it. you look fabulous."&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later we walk out and there are the others waiting for us. &lt;br /&gt;Kenya looks great, i feel like a fool. &lt;br /&gt;"Stop being so insecure." Orion tells me. "You look GREAT."&lt;br /&gt;All i can do is shake my head and get in to the transport as it comes. Hopfully i'll get more comfortable with this kinda clothes as it goes along. I have a feeling this is gonna happen a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The show was awsome. and i DID have a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;Rose again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115738552423270723?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115738552423270723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115738552423270723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115738552423270723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115738552423270723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/09/vacation-all-i-ever-wanted.html' title='Vacation... All I ever wanted...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115724927985702291</id><published>2006-09-02T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T19:32:43.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Cat's away....</title><content type='html'>Hi There, This is Rodimus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Rose and my father, as well as Miss Kenya and Lord Vader are out of town for a few days. &lt;br /&gt;The Lambo twins and Prowl are haveing thier CCG tourny tonight. While the gestalts and the dinobots are holding a texas hold em match. Everyone else has eihter been conscripted, consigned, or agreed to help megs set up his new knick Knack.&lt;br /&gt;So i basically have the house to my self. What do you do when you have this house all to yer self? Find some movies to watch on that awsome system of Rose's.&lt;br /&gt;What do you need to watch movies besides her awsome system? you need a buddy. &lt;br /&gt;To wit, I invited Luke over for the night. &lt;br /&gt;He was in the process of going over the movies while I got snacks when I heard a strange sound from the living room. &lt;br /&gt;"What?" I poked my head around the door.&lt;br /&gt;He was standing there holding rose's copy of "Spaceballs" at arms length like it was radioactive.&lt;br /&gt;"Do I Even WANT to know?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Probably not."&lt;br /&gt;I go over and take it from him and hand him a soda.&lt;br /&gt;"We arent going to watch this," I produce her copy of Evil Dead 1 and 2. "we'er gonna watch these" &lt;br /&gt;He blinkned at me, "Why do i have a bad feeling about this?"&lt;br /&gt;I grin as he plops down on the couch and go to put the first flick in. &lt;br /&gt;Letcha know how this turns out folks. I cant wait to see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;Roddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115724927985702291?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115724927985702291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115724927985702291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115724927985702291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115724927985702291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-cats-away.html' title='When The Cat&apos;s away....'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115716553571452341</id><published>2006-09-01T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T19:52:15.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary-sue in the clouds(NOT)</title><content type='html'>This is Optimus recording in Rose's blog for the moment. She is occupied oggleing the view from our balcony. &lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this entry to defend both Roseprincess1 as Well as Kenya Starflight against the title of "mary-sue".&lt;br /&gt;As i understand it this type of character is a sterotypical, perfect little angel who never makes mistakes, never grows a personality, and needs her male to even tie her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Both of these girls are as far from this as possible, they are far from timid.  Mary-sue's have never tried to highjack a star crusier or fling them self off of a dragon over boiling lava to get to the man they cared for. &lt;br /&gt;Neither are they perfect, far from it. I cannot speak for my friend but I DO speak for my self when i say that perfection would be utterly BOREING. I love Rose for who she is.&lt;br /&gt;And yes both of them needed saving, but that wasnt thier fault. Unfortunately the easiest way to get to a person is to hurt some one they love. It didnt have to be the girls, it could have been any number of people. If anything that proves they are just that much more real people, that they have weaknesses and need some one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No they are not Mary-sue's. &lt;br /&gt;They are extraordinary young  women who love with all they are and give all they have. So Please give it a rest with the Mary-sue cracks. Its getting insulting. &lt;br /&gt;As for what else is going on, I think Rose is enjoying her self despite her fussing. &lt;br /&gt;We have several more days here, hopfully she will enjoy that too.&lt;br /&gt;Prime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115716553571452341?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115716553571452341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115716553571452341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115716553571452341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115716553571452341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/09/mary-sue-in-cloudsnot.html' title='Mary-sue in the clouds(NOT)'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115707718157624490</id><published>2006-08-31T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T19:19:41.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships and The Zoo</title><content type='html'>Okay so I'm going to talk about the Zoo first. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;When I Zoo I know you think I mean just how nutty it is living in a house with a mess of Transformers. Nope im being litteral here. &lt;br /&gt;Our newest additoins are quite litterally a menagerie.&lt;br /&gt;Adding to the already motly crew i have here, there is the following.&lt;br /&gt;A Gorilla,&lt;br /&gt;A cheetha(My lil spotted shadow)&lt;br /&gt;A giant rat&lt;br /&gt;A Utah Raptor&lt;br /&gt;A Rihno&lt;br /&gt;A Perigine Falcon&lt;br /&gt;A white tiger&lt;br /&gt;TWO giant spiders&lt;br /&gt;A t-rex&lt;br /&gt;A proterodactaly&lt;br /&gt;A Giant Scorpion&lt;br /&gt;A cross between a scorpion and a cobra &lt;br /&gt;A Giant ant&lt;br /&gt;A cross between a wolf and an egael &lt;br /&gt;A Sociopathic crab &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;A Psycotic manta ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say life just a lil bit wierder.&lt;br /&gt;Then again my life has never been normal. and it is by choice. &lt;br /&gt;As a girl from a good southern christian family I was expected to &lt;br /&gt;get married to a nice southern boy, and have a nice southern family.&lt;br /&gt;So how'd i end up wit a pack of tranformers in my house while i was dateing thier CO?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly it just kind of happened. &lt;br /&gt;I saw him as a kid and I remember thinking "Oh lord hes wonderful!" &lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing him, having him come to me and then loosing him. &lt;br /&gt;Then waking up one night and there he was again. &lt;br /&gt;It dosent matter in the end what kind of people we are, if im a southern girl who should have married and had a southern family, or that hes from the stars and has lived a life longer than i can possibly imagine. All that matters is that we love each other.  PERIOD. &lt;br /&gt;See you folks from cloud city next, I dunno about any one else but we need a break ! &lt;br /&gt;Take care &lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115707718157624490?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115707718157624490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115707718157624490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115707718157624490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115707718157624490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/08/relationships-and-zoo.html' title='Relationships and The Zoo'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115670721023694795</id><published>2006-08-27T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:33:30.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Time</title><content type='html'>So now then, &lt;br /&gt;For the momment chaos is over, though sometimes I do wonder if it will ever be over all together. Sometimes I wonder that if by accepting this postion in my life I have been eternally consigned to it. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I wouldn't chcange a thing. &lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm in the back of Orion's trailer relaxing and reading, my lil yellow spotted buddy haveing taken up permanate residence in my lap it seems. To tell the truth I have earned the Ire of Ratchet. According to him I was NOT supposed to go out with the landing party. &lt;br /&gt;Really? Then why did you unlock the door?&lt;br /&gt;I dont have any regrets and I would do it all over again. &lt;br /&gt;Orion wasnt the only one with debts to pay. I owed them as well, for my life and for the courage to face my own feelings by shareing my story with others. If nothing else they are my friends and that alone is reason to help them. &lt;br /&gt;I look out and see the guys goofing off with other resistance members, relaxing, playing, enjoying peace. They have earned it. &lt;br /&gt;Across the way Orion is Talking to Anakin, I can't hear what they are saying but I can guess. LUke is in the process of playing peacemaker with Roddy and Liea and life goes on. &lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;Order over chaos, &lt;br /&gt;life over death, &lt;br /&gt;Light conquers darnkess. &lt;br /&gt;Please let it last. &lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115670721023694795?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115670721023694795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115670721023694795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115670721023694795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115670721023694795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiet-time.html' title='Quiet Time'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115659938350336933</id><published>2006-08-26T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T06:36:24.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kenya</title><content type='html'>I finally make it up to the ark from the chaos on the ice ball below and find more up there. &lt;br /&gt;The moment I am there I see a tall thin blond man in a red trench talking to Anakin, which is where both roddy and Orion Immdeiately head.&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand am left standing in the hall out side off the room across from teh one that Ratchet says is reserved for me. &lt;br /&gt;I feel my lil cat buddy, no back in beast mode, rub against my leggs and nudge me toward the door.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I was expecting to find when i looked in there. But what I did see was just Kenya, there on the bed, looking like she was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Someone had left a chair there next to her and so I headed in and sat down. It took me a few seconds to think of something to say but when I finally did manage something It was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, I don't know if you can hear me in there, and I don't really know what to say. So I'm just going to tell you what they told me when it was my turn to be in here.&lt;br /&gt;So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;First off, I know that right now it must feel like that if you come back, your only comming back to a world full of hate and pain. That the dark seems so much more peaceful, but death is never the answer. You can only get over the way you feel by living. &lt;br /&gt;Then there's the fact that I'm sure your wondering is it worth it to come back and keep on going. You have people here that love you and care about you, isnt that always worth it?"&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath and try to put more of this in to words for her.&lt;br /&gt;" I guess however maybe deep down your wondering if you really do love HIM.  And you have probably had a head full of voices telling you that there's no way for it to work. What you have to do, the only way your going to beat the dark, is if you look at your feelings and decide what it is you really want. If it turns out that you really do , then you have to believe that your love for him isnt bad, wrong, or immoral." &lt;br /&gt;"Love is the greatest gift that sentient beings were ever given. It dosent care about social standing, cultuer or anything else. And you have no control over who you fall in love with. God, or what everyou want to call it, made some one speical for everyone, and he dosent make mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;When you sort out all of this in your heart, when you know what it is you feel, what ever doubts you have will leave, and there will be no one that can stop you from taking back what's yours. Taking back EVERYTHING that's yours. "&lt;br /&gt;"I know how lame that must sound now, i guess i thought it was lame then too. But its the Truth pure and simple."&lt;br /&gt;I want to say more but right then I feel someone touch my shoulder and look up to see Orion behind me. &lt;br /&gt;"Come on out Rose, Its time."&lt;br /&gt;I sigh and take one more look at my friend, feeling like I havent acomplished squat. &lt;br /&gt;I get up and follow him back out in to the hall way and watch as the door shuts.&lt;br /&gt;Your in my prayers now Kneya. Please dont  give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115659938350336933?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115659938350336933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115659938350336933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115659938350336933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115659938350336933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-kenya.html' title='To Kenya'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115652183515361701</id><published>2006-08-25T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:03:55.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Minutes...</title><content type='html'>Okay this is what i get for being out of the loop for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;THIS is also why rat wouldnt let me out of the med center either. Apparently we're in ORBIT.. Thats right folks. &lt;br /&gt;Still its better than not being here, promsies or no this time im not being left on the side lines.&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm not sure I like the idea of the Ice Cube below me. But it dpends on whos down there and what action we are going to take before i make any final judgements. &lt;br /&gt;I have my gear on, specifically a type of gloves to keep my poor hands from smarting any worse than they already are. &lt;br /&gt;All that taken into account Im as ready as im gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing before i get going.. STOP KEEPING THINGS FROM ME! For the last time.&lt;br /&gt;Now then.. lets go cause some trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115652183515361701?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115652183515361701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115652183515361701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115652183515361701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115652183515361701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-minutes.html' title='Two Minutes...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115651829632380794</id><published>2006-08-25T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T08:04:56.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days...</title><content type='html'>Okay First off...AlphaTrion... I dont care if you are the oldest transformer alive, I dont care if Orion looks up to you, I dont care if you are in communication with a pair of dead guys and they goaded you into it. (And I know it WAS you cus no one else around here listens to Meatloaf.) IF YOU EVER HACK MY SONG BLOG AGAIN I'M BOOTING YOUR METAL BUTT BACK TO CYBERTRON! GOT IT!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.. now that thats out of my system, I have to say that despite all the colorful characters around here, depsite the fact that both Roddy and the fuzz ball have been keeping me company in here, I am about to go nuts. Ratchet if you dont let me out today I am going to scream! &lt;br /&gt;Its been two days or more and I know nothing.. we dont know if they are alive or dead. If they have kenya back or palpatine won. We dont know squat.&lt;br /&gt;I could have asked the qunit that attacked me, unfortunately, despite the fact I had second degree burns and was being choked, I managed to acutally hit the stuipid thing. So he's not in any condition to talk. &lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say that I am just a bit worried, and thats putting it mildly. &lt;br /&gt;There are a great manythings that could happen out there in the dark and all I have been able to do is sit here. &lt;br /&gt;I have been talking to my folks a lil , they some how noticed that the Synth wasnt me. accordign to my dad, "shes just to polite. She hasn't told your aunt off in days"&lt;br /&gt;Nice. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still in shock over that too.. mom and dad NOT flipping. I did ask and recived a look from my dad that told me why did you even have to ask? His answer was simple though.&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, you have met Whistler and his adopted son, do you really think your friends, and Orion are any stranger than that?"&lt;br /&gt;Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently dad has known all along just how "Real" fictional things can be. He just never came out and told me. ::Shrugs:: Glad he finally came clean. &lt;br /&gt;Still despite all the under standing from the home front, Despite the fact that everyone around here is being as nice to me as they can. Liea and Roddy still dont get along but they are trying for everyone's sake. I am still horribly worried. &lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna see when they get back? &lt;br /&gt;is there gonna be a happy ending or is this just one more tragedy that's waiting in the wings?&lt;br /&gt;::Sihgs:: &lt;br /&gt;God, Primus, Allah , The Force, whatever you want to be called, the power that runs the universe, Please bring them ALL home safe. &lt;br /&gt;Cus praying is all i have left to do at this point.&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115651829632380794?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115651829632380794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115651829632380794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115651829632380794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115651829632380794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-days_25.html' title='Two Days...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115635290490174183</id><published>2006-08-23T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T10:08:25.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un wanted birthday surprise</title><content type='html'>I suppose I was feeling depressed. Like I told that lil yellow ball of fuzz, I didnt really want to celebrate my birth day. &lt;br /&gt;That ofcourse didnt mean that I wanted it to be the lead up to a night mare either. &lt;br /&gt;I guess they knew that this was going to be thier last chance, the Quintessons last chance to fulfill thier contract with Palpatine and curry his favor. Simply put I was too well protected and for that matter I guess to important to more people. &lt;br /&gt;All that aside, it didnt keep me from feeling depressed over the very thing I had told Cheetor.&lt;br /&gt;And that meant that I ofcourse did something stupid and wandered off from the main compound. Granted I was armed, the truth was It wouldnt have, and didnt turn out, to make that much of a differance against a Quint. &lt;br /&gt;Still I guess I had it comming for wandering off in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wound up out some where and was leaning on a fence just looking off and hoping that when it was finally over that I would feel better about it. That I would be worrying about something I couldnt change and would have a chance to focus on the things I could. &lt;br /&gt;Meaning simply that my mind was a million miles away and i didnt hear the sound until it was right up on me. &lt;br /&gt;Now those of you out there who have never seen a Quintesson have no idea what one looks like. What it looks like is a hot air balloon, on a repulsor beam, with five faces, each worse than the last, and tenticles. Over all, something that might have run away from HG Gigers drawing board in one of his more saddistic moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was exactly what I found facing me When I spun around and leveled my gun at it. I dont know what it did, I dont know how, but suddenly the gun got red hot(LITTERALLY) in my hands and it was either drop it or get burns. I did that and tried my best to run unfortunately I wasnt fast enough this time. Next thing I Knew I was dangeling by one of those tenticles and wishing to god that I had gotten the burns. &lt;br /&gt;"We will fulfill the contract human," It glared at me and switched to its death persona, "No matter what."&lt;br /&gt;I knew what it planned to do, just crush me right then and there, I however had no plans in complying with that so I did the only thing I could do at that point. I bit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in it promptly squalled and dropped me. Which gave me time enough to get to my gun though I litterally heard it start sizzleing the moment I touched it.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunatly i couldnt get around in time to fire before it got hold of me again, this time by the neck. &lt;br /&gt;I knew what was gonna happen so i didnt even take the time to aim. I just shot. &lt;br /&gt;It convulsed around me for a second and I must have blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;THe next thing i knew I woke up with a VERY pissed off ratchet glareing at me and cheetor licking my face. The fuzz ball had followed me and when he saw what was happening sounded the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;So I wound up being acossted in the med center for my B-day. I twasnt fun . &lt;br /&gt;However , i have to admit what just happened was something that I never saw comming in a million years.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully IRON fist Ratchet had allowed me to have my comp so I was sitting there surfing finding out Just what a certain mack truck had been up to while I was stuck in here. Needless to say I was sluking when someone knocked on the door and came in. &lt;br /&gt;"You decent?" Chirped CHeetor.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"I shot back. "I sore, not nude."&lt;br /&gt;"Good," He stuck his head back out, "KAY SHE'S DECENT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Ten seconds later in walked both Orion AND Anakin.&lt;br /&gt;"Your worse at getting in to trouble than Kenya and Padme put together," He commented looking at my bandaged hands and throat.&lt;br /&gt;"you come here to insult me?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, I came here to watch him give you your present."&lt;br /&gt;He turned to Orion and the Mech stepped up and grinned. &lt;br /&gt;"Your not going right?"&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes, "I'm not going."&lt;br /&gt;"good," He nodded, "Now for you birth day presents."&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to present me with two ring boxes. One black velvet and the other red. &lt;br /&gt;"The red one is from me, the black one is from your folks." He ginned more, "Yah they sent it."&lt;br /&gt;I just blinked and cracked them open. The one from my folks contained the most equisited ring that i hvae ever seen. I dont know all the stones but it looks like Peridot, fire opal and dimonds. I just gapped for a few seconds and cracked open the other one. &lt;br /&gt;this one was a simple band that seemed to have been machined out of some kind of strange metal that took me a moment to recognize. When I did i turned to him and gapped more "Its.. its made out..." I stammered.&lt;br /&gt;He just grined. &lt;br /&gt;"Get better, we are going to need your help when we get back." &lt;br /&gt;He snapped off his mask for a second and kissed me, then stood up Nodded to anakin and walked out. &lt;br /&gt;The Sith bowed to me and followed. &lt;br /&gt;I'm still in shock over everthing. Truth is, i dont think anything will ever be able to compare with this particular birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115635290490174183?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115635290490174183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115635290490174183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115635290490174183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115635290490174183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/08/un-wanted-birthday-surprise.html' title='Un wanted birthday surprise'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115586568688673310</id><published>2006-08-17T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:02:40.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret...</title><content type='html'>I rolled over this morning from a night of attempting to sleep curled up in a blanket in Orion's trailer, opened my eyes and saw spots.&lt;br /&gt;I jumped back and grabbed my glasses, to finally  let out a long breath when I realized that it was just Cheetor. &lt;br /&gt;"Morning kitty," I told him. &lt;br /&gt;I yawned and detangeled my self only to get a good look at him. Since Megatron had shown up yesterday with all of the beast warriors in tow, this lil feela had decided that he was going to take up with me. Now he was sitting there with a big red bow around his neck and a flower in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;"Umm.. not that i dont think its adorable Cheetor, "I told him as i got up to brush my hair, "But whats with the flower and get up."&lt;br /&gt;"Well," He mumbled and then sat the flower down, "I wanted to give you this for your Birth..."&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly jumped over and clamped my hands on his snoot.&lt;br /&gt;"SHHHH!!" I Glowered, "You will not say the B-word."&lt;br /&gt;"Wha?" Heblinked up at me innocently, "I thought humans liked it?"&lt;br /&gt;"I Guess some do," I finished with my french braid, which now looked compeletly rediculous due to that white streak. "But I'm just not in the mood."&lt;br /&gt;"oh," He suddenly looked down like i had told him his best friend thought he was a dork.&lt;br /&gt;"Im sorry kiddo," I said back," I just don't feel like its appropriate this year."&lt;br /&gt;"Cus of the war?" He looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;"Well thats part of it," I sat down next to him, "The other part is just that well my grandma passed away this year. That means She wont ever be there to wish me a good one again." &lt;br /&gt;I sighed, haveing been struggeling with this my self. &lt;br /&gt;"But my grand pa, whom isnt particularly nice is still alive and i will have to act, or some one will, like there are no problems at all and that its all hunky dory and I have no reason to be sad. So no i just don't want to."&lt;br /&gt;"thats awful," He looked at me and put his head in my lap. "Well i want to wish you a happy one."&lt;br /&gt;"Howd you find out any how?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at me and grinned. "I looked at yer drivers license"&lt;br /&gt;"You LIL SNOOP!!" I gave him a shove off my lap and got up to finish getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;"You wont tell any one else will..." I looked around to find the lil monster gone already.&lt;br /&gt;"Awww crud."&lt;br /&gt;Great now the whole bloddy army is gonna know. &lt;br /&gt;::SIHGS::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115586568688673310?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115586568688673310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115586568688673310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115586568688673310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115586568688673310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/08/secret.html' title='Secret...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115576756511439949</id><published>2006-08-16T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T15:32:45.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A woman's Touch...</title><content type='html'>Well by now every one involved can see that both Orion and my self have made it out to the farm and are here and waiting. To be honest I was afraid that Orion would be mad at me for sneaking along in his trailer, when he really doesn't want me in the middle of it if at all possible. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately its a lil late for that. So he just looked at me when Roddy reached into his trailer and pulled the tarp off. I just looked at him sheepishly and he only shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;"Actually," He finally said later as I sat in his cab and we headed west, "I'm glad you came. I have a feeling something may arise that will need a woman's touch."&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at him after he issued that cryptic statement and TRIED to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Morning came and I found my self sliding down out of Orion's cab and finding all of the people invovled there waiting for us. To say That Anakin looked awful, would be the understatement of all time! He looked like the world was comming to an end. Trust me on this, hang around guys who wear masks as much as me and you get to be a master of reading body language.&lt;br /&gt;"Rose, Prime," He nodded to us both Trying really hard to have some of the prescense that he's known for. "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;Orion shook his head, "I couldnt have done less my friend."&lt;br /&gt;I stood there and listned to them talk for a few moments as I looked around at the rest of us who were arriving and that was when i noticed something awful. NO Rodimus and NO Luke. Both of them had been there when we had pulled up, now they were no where to be seen. &lt;br /&gt;I made sure that the guys were in conversation and took off looking for the two of them. It took a few seconds, passing by a heard of chickens, and some animal pens, forcing my self to NOT stop and pet them for the moment. Which was making me almost as irritated as the fact that I couldn't find either of them. Luke has bright blond hair, Roddy is BRIGHT red and orange with lil flames. Needless to say they shouldn't be a hard pair to spot. &lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of yelling for them when a flash of moment at the other end of the barn caught my eyes and i headed down in that direction. I could hear the two fo them talking as I got closer so I slowed down so I could eves drop a bit. YES it IS rude but this is a matter of life and death and I had a sad feeling I knew what they were disucssing. Sure enough I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen," Roddy told luke quietly, " You and your father saved Rose. So I OWE you this."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think both of us should go?"Luke asked just as quietly.&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm not going to let you pull this off by your self. I also think that since I've been in your shoes, yah I should go with you."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think its the right thing to do?" Luke asked again.&lt;br /&gt;"I dont know," Roddy let out a LONG deep sigh, "When the time came, when I had to choose between someone I loved and my people, I had to choose my people. But you arent in my postion, you have more autonomy than me. I think there has to be another way, but if this is truly what you want, then I wont stop you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I said steppoing around the barn, "You wont Roddy, but I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ROSE!" Roddy jumped and muttered something under his breath that he had to have learned here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Luke on the other hand bit his lower lip and made an effort of looking any where but me. &lt;br /&gt;"Let me guess what you two were up too," I Growled, "you were going to go hand your self over to him werent you?" I whirled on Roddy, "And you, you were going to help him werent you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... Well."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you two have any idea how STUPID that is!" I exploded, "Do you realy think that if he gets what he wants he will give her back! IF any thing would provoke him to keep her longer it would be that! Luke you are the ONLY person besides your father that can stop him. You can't sacrifice you self for this, Kenya wouldnt wnat you too! Your father wouldnt want you too! Giveing in wont stop it."&lt;br /&gt;Roddy opened his mouth to say something and I turned to him, "and you. YOur putting the whole universe in danger you lil monster. If he gets hold of you then there is a chance the he could Corrupt the whole matrix. Millions of people would die.YOU are the only person that can STOP Chaos if he comes. you cant do this. I Wont let you."&lt;br /&gt;The two of them looked at me like none of this had occured to them, they were just going to take the only solution that two terribly young and frightened young men could see. &lt;br /&gt;I softened and looked back at them both, "I know you want to help This isnt the way guys."&lt;br /&gt;"I just..." Luke opened his mouth to try and get something out but choked up, doing his "Jedi" best to keep his emotions under control.&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to him and made him look at me, "Listen, you dont have to hide that from me. You may from yer sister, you may from your father, you may have to hide it from your master. But not from me."&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later the blond was crying and both roddy and I were doing my best to not join him. &lt;br /&gt;"I promise we will find a way to save her Luke," roddy told him. "NO matter what it takes."&lt;br /&gt;I looked away from the guys for a second and saw that both Orion and Anakin where standing not to far away watching us. Orion turned and looked at his friend and the black clad man nodded. both of them then turning and leaving me to do what only I could. &lt;br /&gt;I dont know what's going to happen now. The fact that this kid was going to go off and sacrifice him self almost breaks my heart. I will do what ever it takes to stop this no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Right now though what matters most is keeping heads level and not running off half cocked. &lt;br /&gt;There has to be a way to break his hold on her and get him back where he belongs. There are no problems that don't have SOME kind of solution.&lt;br /&gt;We just have to find out what it is, and we have to do it soon.&lt;br /&gt;How ever it dosent matter. As long as it takes, we will do what we must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenya, if you are in there some where, If you can still read this. KEEP ON FIGHTING HIM! Don't give in no matter how much it might hurt. There IS always some kind of hope. &lt;br /&gt;I fell into the darkest pits of my mind, and those that we cared for were here to yank me back out. NO one gave up on me. So No one is going to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;You are in my prayers, Rose &amp; CO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115576756511439949?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115576756511439949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115576756511439949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115576756511439949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115576756511439949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/08/womans-touch_16.html' title='A woman&apos;s Touch...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115569814808739378</id><published>2006-08-15T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:15:48.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SHAME!!!</title><content type='html'>Palpatine!! &lt;br /&gt;I KNOW that you will read this so listen up freak!&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;How coould you do this? Why can you just accept defeat and stay Dead!&lt;br /&gt;The universe dosent want you, understand?&lt;br /&gt;you are a monster that feeds on everything it touches, destroys innocence and corrupts good men. &lt;br /&gt;No matter what it takes freak you are going to get out of her and you are going down. IF i have to do it with my bare hands. &lt;br /&gt;The only thing worse than this you could do was wake Unicron up. &lt;br /&gt;Set loose a monster that feeds on whole planets, I bet you would. wouldnt you?&lt;br /&gt;Get ready creep, you have crossed the line this time. NO ONE else is gonna get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;PERIOD..&lt;br /&gt;Even if Orion hates me afterward for sneaking along.. it will be worth it .. to see you gone. &lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115569814808739378?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115569814808739378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115569814808739378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115569814808739378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115569814808739378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-shame.html' title='NO SHAME!!!'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115569776226019742</id><published>2006-08-15T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:09:22.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worse and worse</title><content type='html'>This is Rodimus posting for my Father and for Rose.&lt;br /&gt;My father because he is now driveing like a mad man across country to answer the call of his friend in need, (which by the way as soon as this is done i'm comming too)Rose because she's snuck into dad's trailer and is following him wheather he likes it or not. &lt;br /&gt;I knew that this was going to come, the fact of the matter is the creep neither told the Quints or Devcon what he was up to. So this came as a comeplete shock. &lt;br /&gt;The problem is, that about ten minuts after my father and rose left. Some one showed up to spring them, our two guests. &lt;br /&gt;I dont know how they got them out of the holding area, all I know is that what we found was a very large hole, and what looked like electrical burns around the place. The only real thing that left any clue as to who might have done this was a scrap of black velvet that had caught on part of the rubble and been left there.&lt;br /&gt;So some one wearing black velvet set them loose.&lt;br /&gt;So now we have more problems, the bounty hunter is loose. So rose is in danger. The Quintesson is loose so he can go tell his buddies what's going on. Kenya has vanished and is in some kind of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;So like the title says.. its worse and worse. &lt;br /&gt;All, i can do now is follow them and hope to PRIMUS that I can help some how.&lt;br /&gt;Rodimus....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115569776226019742?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115569776226019742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115569776226019742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115569776226019742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115569776226019742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/08/worse-and-worse.html' title='Worse and worse'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115474862680542676</id><published>2006-08-04T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T20:30:26.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devcon, Chumly, who the heck else is gonna bother me!!!??</title><content type='html'>Okay, &lt;br /&gt;I realized that when the Quintessons told me I had a price on my head, that there was going to be trouble. Orion realized it to and procedded to insist that I go armed where ever possible. I have also been given two large scary body guards to go with me again when ever possible. Makes me glad that only one or two guys at the store can see them. The  DM would probally have flipped today if he had looked up and saw a robot that looked and acted li ke a pissed off T-rex snarling at him. Though I was tempted to snarl some my self. So I would have considered my self  fairly well protected. &lt;br /&gt;I NEVER really thought that it would come to the point where a pack of morons would decend on me as I was taking the trash out at work. &lt;br /&gt;Its pretty simple and kind of fun acutaly, well it was to day, a chance to get away from the district manager. Anyhow, i was minding my own buisness and chucking wine boxes into the dumpster when I noticed him. He was just kinda leaning against the wall and looking at me. The him of course was a transformer that I wasn't familar with. I would later, learn that his name was Devcon, but right then i had no idea who he was.&lt;br /&gt;"So.. your Prime's lil human huh?" He looked me up and down, "Not much to look at are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Sue me i was in my work clothes.&lt;br /&gt;"Bite me twerp," I told him and headed back to go inside. &lt;br /&gt;"No I dont think so." He replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Dont think what you insulting..." I had thought that he was replying to my "bite me " Crack.&lt;br /&gt;The truth was he was refering to my going back in side. I found this out the hard way when he, In full TF size mind you, Took two steps and slammed the door shut. &lt;br /&gt;"Get your butt out here Git," He called, "She's stuck."&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that he had his hand on the door so i couldnt get back in and there was a truck heading in my direction.&lt;br /&gt;"Look," I told him, "Who ever you are, I need you to get lost cus I dont have time to play with you while I'm at work!"&lt;br /&gt;"Who's playing You Highness," He looked down at me deadly serious, "This is business. Your worth a lot of money to the right people babe."&lt;br /&gt;That was when it hit me that this person was probally a bounty hunter and had been offered a rather large price by the quints to bring me in dead or alive. I suppose i could have screamed but it wouldnt really have done me much good due to the fact that the Dinobots were on the other side of the building.&lt;br /&gt;That was when the person in the truck decided to pop his head out and grin at me. Lord Chumly. &lt;br /&gt;This was none other than the stupid brit( No offense to other brits out there, i like most of you) who's only way of showing his appriciation for a life form is to go and blow it off the map and stick its head or hide on the wall. On at least one, probally more than that, occasions he had felt complled to put Orion through the ringer. Lucky me, now i was on his hit list. &lt;br /&gt;"A fine specimen," He looked at me like i was a new car in a lot, "She'll make a lovely addtion to my Zoo. Bait for my trophy too."&lt;br /&gt;I gapped at him and just shook my head, "You are one sick person you know that?"&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard the old expression "rock and a hard place" this was it. So what do you do when you have a nutso hunter breathing down one side of your neck, and a 20 foot tall bounty hunter breathing down the other? You improvise. &lt;br /&gt;I was suddenly very greatful to Mr. Whistler for including the tazers in my lil order because I had thought to include one of those in my arsenal for work. Desert Egeals arent allowed in the store, Tazers? What they dont know wont hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;In this case though, It just might have been the only thing to save me. &lt;br /&gt;I did what i had to do, and lets just say that if Devcon was human, the chances of him sireing childeren would have dropped dramatically considering where I shot him with the tazer. &lt;br /&gt;As for "Chumply" I knew how big the ally way behind the store was, and i knew how long it would take to turn a truck that size in it. I also know that im a fast runner when i have to be. So I did what I had to, humped down from the loading dock and took off around the other side of the building as fast as I could. &lt;br /&gt;My boss was a lil worried when i got back up there. She said she heard a commotion and went to look, but I was already gone. Condisering she's one of the ones that can see them. I'm guessing she knew something was up because she took my getting locked out back story at face value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was peaceful enough.. Grimmy and co went out and found Dev. He didnt put up much of a fight and so now we have another guest.. When he found out what we were subjecting the Quint too.. I could litterally see him pale. Which for a TF is RARE. &lt;br /&gt;Still though we may have someone now to tell us more. The fact remains that if these two yo yo's came gunning for me. Others might.&lt;br /&gt;Like i said.. the rock and the hard place. &lt;br /&gt;Any one else out there whos made enemys of any of the agressors in this war Please watch yer selves. They want blood this time and i dont think they will stop until they get it. &lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115474862680542676?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115474862680542676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115474862680542676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115474862680542676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115474862680542676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/08/devcon-chumly-who-heck-else-is-gonna.html' title='Devcon, Chumly, who the heck else is gonna bother me!!!??'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115435805098490082</id><published>2006-07-31T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T08:00:51.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Been Going on Lately...</title><content type='html'>Strange how things can happen isnt it? &lt;br /&gt;The fact that I now have a pair of what I thought were "Dead" guys camped out in the back yard with the rest of them should be phasing me, The fact that I just recieved a very large shipment of instruments of destruction(cue soundtrack joke) from a damphere who's adopted father was a friend of my dad in the army should also be phasing me. The fact that I have a contract on my life and there are still a pack of things out there that want my head on a platter SHOULD be phasing me. &lt;br /&gt;But the truth is... I just cant seem to work up the energy to climb the wall about all of this. &lt;br /&gt;Ratchet tells me that chances are I'm gonna be like this for a while, Exhausted I mean. Whatever that stuff was, it really did a number on me. Still that's really no excuse to be apathetic about things that would send a normal person into fits of terror. Maybe I'm just getting used to it. ::Shrugs::&lt;br /&gt;Its not like the rest of my emotions are turned off, im just not scared. Maybe I've gone beyond fear? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;Any how, Our "Guest" has been in the capeable hands of the Lambo twins, The Kid Twins Wheelie and Wheeler, and the Dinobots. The thing that I think scared them the most was when the two kids made him sit through five hours of Power Rangers. that would have made ME spill my guts. I think he's about to spill and So far we have managed to get a bit of information out of him. Apparently the old prune that sold me out to these creepies has become a real Lytch. That means in english that his sould, IF You wanna call it that, is stuck in an object while it looks for a new body. In this case he wants poor luke. Roddy is STILL the most pissed off I have ever seen him. I cant really blame the poor kid. (oh and on a side note Supersonic if you read this. Rion Has the Matrix, Some how though they are both still primes. Propbably cus sometimes Rod does get the thing when rion's been stomped flat or rat puts him on medical leave cus he over did it... yet again)&lt;br /&gt;For the most part though its been way to quiet for me and i can just feel something in the air. The proverbial calm before the storm. &lt;br /&gt;I do have to wonder, if Palps was sick enough to make a deal with these guys HOW far would he go?&lt;br /&gt;As for me? Where ever I go I have been walking on eggs. I usually have a big scary pair of guys to protect me. And Orion has informed me that If i dont leave the house packing heat, I'm not going to leave the house. He even had Bumblebee SIT on me to prove his point. You gotta love someone that dedicated. &lt;br /&gt;makes me glad though that i took the time to have my CCW up dated when all of this started. I hope its enough. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of arms, the goodies I ordered from my dad's old army buddy are going to come in handy if this DOES escalate. Though I told him plain old bullets would be fine, i found that he inclued things that can take out most types of nasties out there. The garlic and slivernitrate glazer safety rounds ARE a nice touch. The only issue I have is I wish that he hadn't sent that over grown Mosquito to deliever the things. We ... dont get a long much. ::Shrugs:: Lets just say that I think hes probally tasting splinters by this point. Ahem. &lt;br /&gt;So Im as prepared as Im going to get. Now all We have to do is hold on and see what happens. The quint is now in hour five of Finding Nemo and I heard Wheeler say she was going to make him watch Titanic next ::Shudders:: If he doesnt crack soon, then the thing has a whole lot more guts and fortitued than I gave them credit for. &lt;br /&gt;Some one or some thing has to break, and soon. &lt;br /&gt;I just hope when it comes all the preperations I've made.. are enough&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115435805098490082?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115435805098490082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115435805098490082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115435805098490082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115435805098490082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-been-going-on-lately.html' title='What&apos;s Been Going on Lately...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115368978262751791</id><published>2006-07-23T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T14:23:02.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Over it, (Yah RIGHT!!)</title><content type='html'>Well folks, &lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I never in all of my life would have thought that I would be the one picked to be bait. The fact that I have never really been what you would call the "Fainting Female" type is what gave me that impression.  I have always strived to be the kind of girl that would not be tied to the train tracks and used to lure the hero to certain doom. The fact is, right now I'm sitting here in bed with my laptop recovering from a situation very simlar to that. &lt;br /&gt;The quintessons flat out tried to kill me. Of course they wanted to drive me insane first, then I would have died. Needless to say  I am little bit less than thrilled over this. In fact.. I am down right pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;But at least now we know WHY they were willing to do that. Ever seen two lamgborghinis ticked off to the Xth power? No? Neither had I untill I woke up this morning from what was the first peaceful night of sleep I gotten since this whole mess began. &lt;br /&gt;And there they were, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, each one standing on eithier side of our new "Guest". A quintesson. The thing looked at all of us like we were the lowest form of life in the universe as we walked out to see just what the stupid thing was up to. Just why it and its buddies had put lil ol me at the top of the hit list. &lt;br /&gt;At this point, all of the guys were thier normal sizes, usually they shrink down for my and everyone else's benifit, but right then there they were in all of thier undiluted cybertronian glory. All of that and according to Roddy the scariest thing out there was me, finally out of my pj's and looking up at them like I was quite ready to kill.&lt;br /&gt;"SO," I demanded at the top of my lungs, "Why'd you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;The thing looked down at me and changed to one of it's other faces from the face of death it had been useing, This one was judgement, supposedly the more logical side of a quintesson.&lt;br /&gt;"It was simple human female," It looked down at me, "In exchange for your life, we were promised the return of our property when the conquest of the glaxy was finished."&lt;br /&gt;Sunny looked at the thing he had at gun point and blinked, "Property? What  Property?"&lt;br /&gt;"He means us Sunstreaker," Orion finally spoke up, "He means after the war was over and the glaxy belonged back to the empier, they promised these things that they could have us."&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed Unit," The quint nodded, "It seemed like a small price to pay. The life of one insignifigant bug for the return of what was ours. SO we fufilled the contract."&lt;br /&gt;"You fulfilled it AFTER, he was dead?" Roddy asked.&lt;br /&gt;"One of his bastions was destroyed unit, there are others, and in time he will come to claim them. When he does, we will make sure that the contract has been fulfilled. The female will die, and we will reclaim what is ours."&lt;br /&gt;To say that Orion was fuming was to put it lightly, I don't think I have ever seen him that mad in my  whole life. Also I don't think that I have ever been that mad in my whole life either. I may be human, but I will not be called insignifigant, or a bug.&lt;br /&gt;"You want me dead you over grown case of MPD!" I snarled, "GO FOR IT!! See what the hell you get as a response." &lt;br /&gt;Then I proceeded to storm off into the house&lt;br /&gt;"Get that thing out of my sight before I do some thing I might live to regret," Orion growled.&lt;br /&gt;A few moments Orion opened the door and found me holding the phone, litterally and arguing with our newest guest.&lt;br /&gt;"Back off Old dude," I told him, "I'm not a jedi and I have no compunctions about letting my temper loose so just shut up and leave before I really do loose my temper."&lt;br /&gt;He sighed and walked off and I returned to my call. Orion stood there in the door way and watched me as his friend Alphatrion came up. &lt;br /&gt;"SO they want us as slaves again," He sihged.&lt;br /&gt;"I noticed." Orion growled, "I'm just afraid of what else they said. That its not over."&lt;br /&gt;"It may not be, only time will tell now."&lt;br /&gt;Orion sighed and turned back to me on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"That's right I want it all," I paused and listened to the comments on the other end, "Listen you over grown mosquito, just get it here ASAP!"&lt;br /&gt;I then hung the phone up and turned to face Orion, only to suddenly feel like I was going to ralph and wind up yet at again back in my bed room.&lt;br /&gt;"Ratchet told you not to get up yet," He said.&lt;br /&gt;"You heard them Rion," I looked up at him, "They will be back."&lt;br /&gt;"I heard," He shook his head, "I just don't know what we are going to do about it."&lt;br /&gt;"Be ready," Was all i had to say in return.&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm going to. They are never going to take me down with out a fight, and if i have to I will take all of them down with me.&lt;br /&gt;This is far from over.&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115368978262751791?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115368978262751791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115368978262751791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115368978262751791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115368978262751791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/07/getting-over-it-yah-right.html' title='Getting Over it, (Yah RIGHT!!)'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115327943840476523</id><published>2006-07-18T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:23:58.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose, The Spittake, Two "Dead" guys</title><content type='html'>This is Rodimus again, &lt;br /&gt;First and formost I would like to thank Kenya and hers for thier assistance. If not for you the worst would most likely have happened.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i would like to know when you and yours are in the middle of a crisis, why does Primus always choose that moment to dump something TRULY wierd on you?&lt;br /&gt;The following is case in point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic had finally subsided some when my father and I were assured that for the moment Rose was out of danger. I moved out to the porch and found Luke there on the swing looking like he had finally managed to find a place to get some rest. I stepped out and my motion caught his attention. &lt;br /&gt;"Hi," I told him.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey your self," He sat up straight in his swing, "So then? How is she?"&lt;br /&gt;I stopped andlooked back at the house. "Shes better, A lot better than she was." &lt;br /&gt;"thats good." He nodded, "I thought only my Father got that angry."&lt;br /&gt;I shrugged, "Bothing his Femme is one of the few ways to set mine off." &lt;br /&gt;He sighed and leaned back. &lt;br /&gt;"Here," I held my hand out to him, "I dunno if your sensei allows you to have caffiene but you look like you need it."&lt;br /&gt;"Sensei?" &lt;br /&gt;"japanese for Master," I waggled the pepsi, "Want it or not?"&lt;br /&gt;"That one of those sodas?" &lt;br /&gt;I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"Give it," He held his hand out and took it from me.&lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh at that as I sat down and leaned back to enjoy my own drink. &lt;br /&gt;That was when I noticed them. A pair of people makeing thier way in the direction of Rose's place. From the looks of them they seemed to either be wearing capes, cloaks, or one of each. Odd as that was in southern weather, it didnt seem to bother them at all as they made thier way in this direction. &lt;br /&gt;I shut my optics and leaned back for a moment waiting for them to get here and see what they wanted. THey must have been faster than I was willing to give them credit for because the next thing I knew someone was standing next to us.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello there," A slightly nasal english  voice called. &lt;br /&gt;I opened my optics to see who it was and suddenly felt my lap start to get soaked as I  dropped my drink in shock. I turned to ask Luke if he was seeing these people as well only to witness my friend do what had to be one of the best Spittakes I have ever seen in my life. The pair just smiled at us and turned. &lt;br /&gt;"We'll let our selves in," The second one said. &lt;br /&gt;I continued to slap Luke in the back while he learned to breath again and just stared.&lt;br /&gt;"Dad Is going to have a COW," was all I could manage to get out as none other than THE Alpha Trion walked into the house to find him.&lt;br /&gt;Luke finally stopped hacking and looked at the elderly human that had been with him. &lt;br /&gt;"He's not the only one." He got up and motioned to the house. "Come on."&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully we managed to get there before any fights broke out. It was close though and in the end we decided that it would be better if the Old Guy stayed here for the moment while Luke and his Father went home. I have to admit, as many times as i have seen dead guys come back and start being normal again, it still freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;STill there is the whole point of this. According to the two of them, when they learned about the Lycanthropy of Luke's father's compaion, as well as Rose's poisoning. They decided that this was where they were needed. To whatI would call "Mixed" Reactions. ::Looks at the floor::&lt;br /&gt;"For PRIMUS sake someone wake Silvebolt up!" &lt;br /&gt;Finally there is Rose, who right now is alseep in her bed room. Surrounded by monitors to tell us if she even looks like there might be a problem. The fact is ... The Quintessons were the only ones that could do this, WOULD do this. The question is why? Why hurt her? Just to piss off my father? To Demoralize us? OR smething else entierly?&lt;br /&gt;I ALMOST feel sorry for them if those out there from our company find them. Almost. &lt;br /&gt;They have full range by the way, and if any one has any information on the Quints I would, we would appriciate it. Post it here or mail us at Rose's addy. &lt;br /&gt;This time they have to deal with the consequences of what they have done. I just hope we find them before Rose wakes up and goes after them her self. WE might let them live. &lt;br /&gt;Once again i would like to thank Luke and his Father for your help, and for comming all this way. Sorry for the freak out and everything else, dead guys poping up and such. If you need any help over there, just ask. &lt;br /&gt;your friend&lt;br /&gt;Rodimus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115327943840476523?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115327943840476523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115327943840476523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115327943840476523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115327943840476523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/07/rose-spittake-two-dead-guys.html' title='Rose, The Spittake, Two &quot;Dead&quot; guys'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115318253767459471</id><published>2006-07-17T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:29:00.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Report</title><content type='html'>This is The Autobot's CMO reporting in the stead of either Optimus Or Rodimus Prime. &lt;br /&gt;This is an entry to update on the condition of Rose. &lt;br /&gt;Simply put, someone out there saw fit to take it upon themselves to try and eliminate her. Some one or some thing has exposed the girl to a type of toxin that not only destroys the body , but the mind as well. Rodimus' friend and some others are seeing if any thign can be done to help. My self as well as the Decpticon CMO Hook are searching for a anitidote as well. &lt;br /&gt;Both Primes as well as the rest of us here thank every one who has offered help and sentiements.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Ratchet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115318253767459471?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115318253767459471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115318253767459471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115318253767459471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115318253767459471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/07/status-report.html' title='Status Report'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115300596929081143</id><published>2006-07-15T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T16:26:09.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stranger</title><content type='html'>This is Roddy again. I'm posting this here before I take Luke out to have a look at Rose. Something Just isnt right.&lt;br /&gt;Has any one our there ever seen the Buffy episode "Once More With Feeling?" One of the main points in that episode was that for some reason, because somethign horrible happened to her, the heroine had lost all capeablity to feel any emotion. Given up on feeling so she wouldnt get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Right now that is how Rose is behaving, as if someone reached in and turned her feelings to off. She was passionate and as virulent as the come sometimes. On occasion angry enough to face down some thigns that would have put her in the hosptial with a flick of thier wrist. Now... for all the feeling she has it could be a manaquin out there in the back yard. &lt;br /&gt;I am HOPEING that her work has just gotten to her so bad that the stress made her do this. If thats not that case then what?&lt;br /&gt;Please Primus let me be wrong. Let this just be stress, let it be any thing but that. If shes sick we can help her, if she's depressed we can make her happy. But please  dont let some one out there be using her just to make a point. &lt;br /&gt;I held off, I didn't let the rest of the autobots go out and hunt down these maniacs the first time they hurt someone we all cared for. &lt;br /&gt;But if some one has really done this to her, then there's nothing out there that will stop them. &lt;br /&gt; Because if thats the case this resistance, this war that had begun to slowly cool, will get red hot. &lt;br /&gt;Rodimus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115300596929081143?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115300596929081143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115300596929081143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115300596929081143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115300596929081143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/07/stranger.html' title='stranger'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115266384878117258</id><published>2006-07-11T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T17:24:08.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its getting worse</title><content type='html'>Rose and My father, as well as Megarton are all busy at the moment so I guess its left to me to post. &lt;br /&gt;To be honest I am not sure what is going on but I am sacred. I am scared for Rose. The change in the woman over the last week has been very bizzare. Slowly but surely its like she's loosing her enthusiasim for all that she once loved. The problem is there is no expliation for this strange depressed behavior. &lt;br /&gt;I guess it could be chalked up to problems at work, or just the stress of human life getting to her.  But she just doesnt seem healthy to me. &lt;br /&gt;She's been missing sleep, or even sleep walking, and the circles under her eyes have began to resemble brusies. &lt;br /&gt;I hope that it is just trouble at her job that in a few days she will get over it or get a new job and she will be back to normal. I wouldn't want to think that our enemies would make her suffer just to hurt us. I havent seen her smile in a long  time. last night she turned down SUHSHI her faveorite food. &lt;br /&gt;The longer this goes on the more i have to wornder. &lt;br /&gt;My father and i know that the Qutins would do this to fullfill a deal they made. &lt;br /&gt;If it gets much worse somethign is going to have to be done. &lt;br /&gt;I just done know what. &lt;br /&gt;Rodimus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115266384878117258?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115266384878117258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115266384878117258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115266384878117258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115266384878117258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-getting-worse.html' title='Its getting worse'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115223893780655130</id><published>2006-07-06T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:22:17.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried over a Princess</title><content type='html'>I am posting for both Rose and Prime. &lt;br /&gt;To be honest i am very worried about the condition of The princess in question.&lt;br /&gt;The fact of the matter is, i have made deals with the quintessons before. They are ruthless and will stop at nothing. And I fear that someone, perhaps our late friend Plapatine or some other enemy has sent them to show just how ruthless they can be. &lt;br /&gt;Last night after Rose left her blog entry, the walked her compainion animal and then returned to her home. Upon her return she became violently ill for some strange reason. She claimed that while out walking she passed by a car full of human youth smoking Canabbis. This is what made her ill, while that could be an expliantion i find it a strange conicidence that this took place right after the Quintessons appeared.&lt;br /&gt;I obtained her clothing from last night and had it tested for canibbis residue none was found. some other gasses however were discovered. Gasses that in great doses could be more than harmful to humans.&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt that this was thier work and that they will not stop here. I am ... concerned for my counter part and his princess. It would be a great blow if any thing where to happen to her.&lt;br /&gt;She seems well enough now and is annoyed at the fact that Prime and I have both assinged her body guards.  &lt;br /&gt;Qoute: I AM NOT TAKEING STARSCREAM TO WORK WITH ME!!!: un qoute.&lt;br /&gt;Still it is for her own good. &lt;br /&gt;The plot grows deeper, we must be vigilant if we are to face what ever comes next.&lt;br /&gt;Megatron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115223893780655130?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115223893780655130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115223893780655130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115223893780655130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115223893780655130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/07/worried-over-princess.html' title='Worried over a Princess'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115215440682337821</id><published>2006-07-05T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:53:26.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quintessons=trouble</title><content type='html'>Well, &lt;br /&gt;i would like this blog entry to be chatty and cheerful but the fact is I'm just not in the mood. Trouble has reared its ugly heads and i do mean heads or rather faces. &lt;br /&gt;It seems that some one out there has called Quintessons in for some reason that i suspect will bode no good for any one involved. &lt;br /&gt;These beings are the most repugnet creatures that were ever put into this universe. Each one as five faces, five personalities, includeing death. They have no remorse and claim they are the true owners of the Guys  home world Cybertron. They claim to be logical beings with the best intrests of the universe in mind when the truth is they are nothing more than base slavers.&lt;br /&gt;They created the cybertronian races as slaves, used them as toys and tools and when they realized that the being in true control, God , Primus, The Force, whatever you want to call it had given them free will, they feld. Now they want what they lost back and have no problems with makeing other people miserable to get it. &lt;br /&gt;They made poor Roddy's stint as the Offical Prime a living hell litterally forcing him to choose between saving his people or saving his Father. &lt;br /&gt;They did this by reporgramming a comatose Orion into an abomination of all that he loved and stood for. IN the end he choose to save his sone and his people by sacrifing him self again...&lt;br /&gt;later when they, the qints, were forced to revive him for good to save thier own asses they complied  because they had no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;They are amoral monsters and i fear what will happen next. Most of all I am worried about what I saw in thier eyes when we found this out. &lt;br /&gt;All i can say is that life will be a lot more difficult from her on out.&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115215440682337821?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115215440682337821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115215440682337821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115215440682337821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115215440682337821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/07/quintessonstrouble.html' title='Quintessons=trouble'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115205947637391868</id><published>2006-07-04T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:32:02.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 th of July, patriotic guests</title><content type='html'>Well its the aniversery of the independance of our nation, the day that we won our freedome.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough its less than a week ago that we came home from celebrating getting freedom for the galaxy at large. Though i still have my worries that its not completely over. there are things that have to be said and done, and haveing this celebration is part of life going on. &lt;br /&gt;how ever i was not expecting some interesting guests to pop up. Though looking back at it now.. i suppose it makes sense that ORion would make friends with him. One over grown boy scout to another i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;I dont think he appriicated the fact that i know who is he "Really" is but im not cosmicly stupid oh well. &lt;br /&gt;Like i said I am still slighty worried that its not over. Something is still out there but i cant say just what. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well i have to get back to  my dogs and burgers see all of you later!&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115205947637391868?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115205947637391868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115205947637391868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115205947637391868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115205947637391868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/07/4-th-of-july-patriotic-guests.html' title='4 th of July, patriotic guests'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115141391606728210</id><published>2006-06-27T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T14:29:56.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Home</title><content type='html'>I never in all of my life thought that i would be glad to see this rinky dink mountain town as i was when we sat down. I never realized how much I loved the land, the trees and the moutains, every thing. I also never realized that you should never ever EVER let some one put a snyth copy of you out there to live your life while they, shoot you in the ass with a trank dart, cram you in a suspension tank and then leave it there. WITH your check book ... &lt;br /&gt;Apprently they programmed in my personality but decided to neglect all common sense. ::SIHGS:: I am now the proud owner of two pairs of high heeled sandals, four itty bitty chemiso tanks, four slinky see through over shirts, and three tubes of lip stick that I normally wouldnt be caught dead in. &lt;br /&gt;All of that aside I am glad that its over that there will be no more evil, no more darkness and that all of Kenya and hers are  finally free. oh speaking of  , never try to get a shy sith lord to give you a kiss. DONT ask.&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the memorial services and the party afterward.&lt;br /&gt;Oooh boy. &lt;br /&gt;I have never in all my life seen so many different types of people in one place simply enjoying them selves. It was nice to see everyone there and just being them selves and being happy. &lt;br /&gt;Roddy and Luke seem to have developed a very real friend ship, never saw that one comming Nooooo.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Though I dont think Roddy is to fond of Leia for some reason or another. I think he believes she's being disresepctful to her Father. That's a real pet peeve with Roddy. &lt;br /&gt;Then there's Orion him self, he still looks kinda rough. Thier Coloring isnt just paint its a special kind of pgimentation and Ratchet is still makeing some to cover up his scars. So at the moment he looks vaugely redneckish. Ala, spots of primer grey here and there on him where the repairs had been done. I dont care one bit. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad hes alive. So when some one plays "almost paradise" i have no qualms about gettting pulled out to dance. &lt;br /&gt;I hope all of our efforts pay off and that everything ends on a happy note. OH and one more thing before I sign off, All the members of the jedi council attention please. BACK OFF! &lt;br /&gt;Or you have all of us to deal with, specifically me! Lord Vader is Orion's friend and i have no itention of letting His friends be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115141391606728210?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115141391606728210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115141391606728210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115141391606728210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115141391606728210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/06/getting-home.html' title='Getting Home'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115084431595439355</id><published>2006-06-20T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T15:58:35.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I lean my facce against the cool glass of the view port and stare out at the miserable little ball of charcoal that caused all of this. &lt;br /&gt;Its the night cycle here on the ark and I SHOULD be asleep. Truth be told I feel like I've been on a three day drunk. Not to mention the fact that Prowl felt compeled to shoot me in the ass with the trank dart.&lt;br /&gt;So all of that said I SHOULD be back in Rion's quarters in the med bay out cold. Unforturnately one of my more charming qualties seems to have kicked in full blast. When I am tense or worried or just plain old out of sorts I get horrible insomnia. Strangely enough some of my best writing happens to have been done while waiting for something resembleing sleep to come and find me, but as much as it can be fun some times, even i know that its far from a healthy habit. &lt;br /&gt;Still there's nothing i can do. &lt;br /&gt;My friend Kenya is over on her ship and her dearest friend may not live through the night. How am i suppose to sleep knowing that?&lt;br /&gt;I bet she isnt either. Thats the problem with being a woman, worrying. &lt;br /&gt;Still there's not a whole lot more i can do. &lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to have stayed unconcius for another 12 or so hours after they let me out of that thing. It didn't work quite that way. As soon asI got warm, i sat up and proved to my self that Orion was okay. He was coverd in bumps, burises, and his hands were cut up pretty badly due to picking up an ATAT and chucking it into the lava. Smart move.  Still he was  lucid, and more than happy to see me safe and alive. For some reason he was terrified i was going to do something stupid, and yes i was but thats not the point. &lt;br /&gt;Any how, I was makeing sure he was safe to my own personal standards when chaos hit. Some of the wounded that had been brought in where, for a lack of better word seizeing. I'm guessing this was the group that probally got hit by those PSI vamp things, Doremtntors or how ever you spell it. Needless to say Ratchet needed help, So i took off and left Rion there and did what i could. I dont know that much but i do know basic first aid and apparently am pretty good and breaking herseys bar's along the lines.(Shrugs, what the heck chocolate had to do with it I dunno, but Ratchet handed me a box of the things, and screamed to follow him.)&lt;br /&gt;Eventualy we did get all of them treated and i was let go, not before he checked me to make sure, that i was okay. I wasn't I felt like crap, but That wasnt important. &lt;br /&gt;Still he told me to go get some rest and kicked me out of medbay. &lt;br /&gt;So here I am, looking out the window.&lt;br /&gt;My Shirt and geans are drying in the bath room, they got a lil dirty from the crisis, thankfully someone had some stuff in my size. A long white gown and a robe made of some flowery blue matieral. Its pretty but not really me, its probally the most femanine thing I've worn in years. &lt;br /&gt;i have my hair down and fluffed out, i just have no desier to redo it at this point, so i guess i look pretty awful. OH well , least i will scare off any aliens that come by.&lt;br /&gt;I want to think that this is over, that we've won. But my insistincs tell me better. The truth is, Palpatine may still very well be a real threat. When the fleet is moble again BYSS has to GO. ASAP. Else we will be facing a young healthy clone that will knock us all on our asses. And there is the fact that he DID contact some creepies that are the personification of evil. Just like him.&lt;br /&gt;This isnt over by a long shot. &lt;br /&gt;Still, all we can do now is wait.&lt;br /&gt;Vader, I know you will wake up, when you do, just as i said in the replies on Kenya's blog, I have every intention of finding you and Giving you the biggest kiss i can. I owe you that much.&lt;br /&gt;There is also something else.&lt;br /&gt;Im not, as much as rion might like it, going back to earth, the synth is actually doing better at my job than me. I SHOULD be insulted by that but hey if she gets me a raise. Still all jokes aside, my place is here. I was a bloody fool to let him convince me otherwise and I'm not having it.  Im here to stay, till this is over. &lt;br /&gt;Once and for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115084431595439355?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115084431595439355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115084431595439355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115084431595439355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115084431595439355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/06/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115075602001198889</id><published>2006-06-19T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:28:10.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>It was about four in the morning last night when they came to the brig and woke me up. OKay well they didn't really wake me, I had been for the most part just stareing at the cealing until my circuts forced me into recharge. So I was indeed a lil shocked when the lights snapped on and Grimlock and Ironhide grabbed me and hauled me out of my cell. &lt;br /&gt;I really didnt know much of what to expect other than to get my ears pinned back by someone for trying to help poor Rose. i had done what she'd wanted me to, and i got my self in trouble for it too. See if i ever fall for that cute lil pout of hers again. &lt;br /&gt;To make a long story very much shorter, they hauled me up to the bridge took off my binders and suddenly started saluting me.&lt;br /&gt;"SIR," I turned and found Prowl there looking at me. "We have reached the Mustafar system, awaiting further orders."&lt;br /&gt;Once I managed to get my mouth shut, i realized that something must have happened. The battel was more than likely over. &lt;br /&gt;"Establish a safe orbit," I told them, "Then open all medical facilities to the casualties below."&lt;br /&gt;"SIR!" I got salutes and then watched as they took off. &lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later the screen snapped to life and Megatron was on the other end.&lt;br /&gt;"Good to see you have your Father's gift for fast thinking," He commented. "the nemisis has also opened her doors to the injured. Since you are now the acting Prime Rodimus. We are awaiting your orders."&lt;br /&gt;"Just keep us in orbit until we find out how many are hurt."&lt;br /&gt;"can do," he nodded and shut the screen off.&lt;br /&gt;I left the command post and headed down to check on the injured, no way of knowing that i was going to relive one of my worse night mares. &lt;br /&gt;One of the strechers that were being hauled in, amoung those that continaed , wear cats, a huge blue dragon, asguard and many others, was a gigantic one that held my father. Optimus.&lt;br /&gt;He lookedl ike he had taken down something monsterous with his bare hands, litterally.Half his mask was gone and there were more than a few things that I knew had to have come from lava. &lt;br /&gt;Just like that i was back at the city seeing him blown to bits as i stood by. I shook my had and MADE my self get it under control, heading into the mayham to help the best i could. &lt;br /&gt;I'm no medic but Ratchet, and Firstaid needed extra hands and mine were available. &lt;br /&gt;Eventually that horrid night came to an end, every one that could have been treated her on the ark, or over on the nemesis was and now they were busy keeping the medics company. &lt;br /&gt;So that left me with time to do what i had to do, find my father.&lt;br /&gt;There he was, right where they told me. Still i could see something was wrong. His eyes were deeply despondant, like he had lost something.&lt;br /&gt;"Dad?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Roddy?" He looked up at me, "Kenya, she..."&lt;br /&gt;"I know dad, I heard," I shook my head, "She did it out of love, just like Mom."&lt;br /&gt;"He did what he had too, we all did. But..."&lt;br /&gt;"Death has never stopped you, "I shook my head, "It wont stop him."&lt;br /&gt;"Why Rodimus," He asked me softly.&lt;br /&gt;"Why what dad?" &lt;br /&gt;"Why do Madmen always want to destroy something beautiful and Innocent?" He paused and exhaled, "Just because of who they love."&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and looked at him for a moment. "Stay here."&lt;br /&gt;Ten minuts later i was standinng in a smaller med bay illuminated by a soft blue glow. i walked Closer and wiped the frost off the glass of the source of light.&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe megs was right," I stood up and hit the deactvation switch, "time to show him that your safe."&lt;br /&gt;There was a soft hiss as the thing cracked open and i looked at the thing inside. Long curly brown hair spread out behind her, she was still dressed in the jeans and black t-shirt she had been when they crammed her in here, around one small cream colored hand a silver chain holding the Matrix was tiwned. &lt;br /&gt;If this wasnt enough to save his sprit from the horrors of the battle, nothing would be.&lt;br /&gt;Another ten minutes later i had returned to My Father's quarters, this time carrying his most prized possesion to him like she was made out of glass. The fact was she was still out and wasnt about to come around for another 12 hours or so. So she was there for him, and didnt even know it. &lt;br /&gt;"You.."&lt;br /&gt;"Brought her?" I finished as I hadned her over. "OH yah, you think i was going to listen to her yell cus we didnt?" &lt;br /&gt;I dont think he even heard me any more, just seeing that she was safe and alive was more than enough to help him. &lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go help another person, a friend who is where i was long ago. &lt;br /&gt;I make sure im the proper size before i go on my luke hunt. I wont let the man worry about his father alone, wait for death with no one there for him. &lt;br /&gt;My father and his lover are safe for now, i have to check into this. &lt;br /&gt;The man has to recover, so many hearts will break if he does not. I've seen it, I've lived it. &lt;br /&gt;We are all here praying for you anakin. Dont give up.&lt;br /&gt;Rodimus Prime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115075602001198889?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115075602001198889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115075602001198889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115075602001198889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115075602001198889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/06/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115051585064958106</id><published>2006-06-16T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:44:10.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message To Prime..</title><content type='html'>Counter part, &lt;br /&gt;I am aware that you will be reading this blog so it is where that i will inform you of the condition of you human female.&lt;br /&gt;Rose was, as predicted, slightly up set. So much as so she choose to ignore your Autobots and come directly to me, wishing to take a more direct route. &lt;br /&gt;Basically she informed me that she inteneded to follow you and demanded the acess codes to the Nemesis. She fully intended to take my battle crusier and blow Mustafar off the map before you or Lord Vader arrived. As you know the Nemesis could have acomplished this very easily. Still you had left both this woman and your son in my care. So there for I refused her the acess codes and directed my men to remove her from the base of opperations, seeing as how she was in little mood to be reasonsed with.&lt;br /&gt;Less than a half an hour later, your second in comman Prowl Came to me and informed me that both the woman and the boy had been found trying to hack the main control of the Ark. YOU know your ship is just as capeable of wiping out that little smoldering heap of rock as mine is. To say that your female was determined to find you would be putting it lightly. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this left us with the need to take steps. &lt;br /&gt;Rodimus is currently cooling his heels in the brig on the Ark. Rose, she is cooling her heels is a much more ... literal fashion. Your medic Ratchet as well as my own chief surgeon Hook assures me that there will be no lasting effects from the suspension capsule, that she will awaken some what exhausted but other wise will be fine. &lt;br /&gt;To you I am sure that this seems unduely harsh. that there had to be another way to keep her here. I assure you Optimus, this was not the case. She is at the very least safe now, though I have no doubt I will have her utter contempt when she dose come around. I can live with that, I have had beautiful women mad a me more times than I can saw. &lt;br /&gt;It was MY fualt that your Elita-1 perished. I will not allow your human female to die by any one's hand. She is safe and I have a synth takeing her place at her employment so her Human Job is safe. &lt;br /&gt;Return to this woman soon Prime. That kind of love is worth more than dying for, that kind of love is worth Living for. &lt;br /&gt;Sincerly Your counter part&lt;br /&gt;Megatron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115051585064958106?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115051585064958106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115051585064958106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115051585064958106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115051585064958106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/06/message-to-prime.html' title='Message To Prime..'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-115041501208066915</id><published>2006-06-15T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:43:32.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What now?</title><content type='html'>What do I do now?&lt;br /&gt;I will not let him go to face this alone, but It may cost me something more. &lt;br /&gt;Still this is whats right you and I both know this the right thing to do my precious Rose. &lt;br /&gt;As much as it hurts we will make this work. I swore that I would never leave you alone again. When we come back, when this is over, I will tell you the truth. &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for what I must do. &lt;br /&gt;Orion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-115041501208066915?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/115041501208066915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=115041501208066915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115041501208066915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/115041501208066915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-now.html' title='What now?'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-114944208643332910</id><published>2006-06-04T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:28:06.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comming Home</title><content type='html'>They say that war is hell. &lt;br /&gt;They are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, that's hell. &lt;br /&gt;No knowing, That's hell.&lt;br /&gt;Being alone, that's hell.&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to one tiny fragment of the person you hold dear. Knowing that it may be all that you have left of him by the time its over. &lt;br /&gt;That my friend, that is hell. &lt;br /&gt;The last thing I wanted was to go off to where my grandparents lived and listen to the will reading from my grandmother's last will. &lt;br /&gt;That made everything I had experianced over her come slamming back into me with the force of a metor.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was more than just a lil bit depressed on  my way home. &lt;br /&gt;So Imgaine my shock when I stopped for gas just inside of my home town and heard some one blast a very loud horn in my direction. &lt;br /&gt;When I whirled around and saw the red Peterbuild next to me, still bearing the scorch marks from battle, I almost had a break down. I can only guess what the folks at the gas station thought when the truck transformed, changed size and threw his arms around me.&lt;br /&gt;I made it back home and suddenly felt guilty over my jibliation. Ratchet, FirstAid, Wreckgar and Hook, have thier hands full. &lt;br /&gt;Every where there are both Autobots and Decepticons, not to mention others of various different forces. &lt;br /&gt;Worse of all one of the ones that got hurt the worst was poor roddy. &lt;br /&gt;It was a night mare, still I cant feel bad about seeing them all home. Hurt or not they are safe and alive. &lt;br /&gt;and thats what matters the most to me. &lt;br /&gt;Soon they have to go back so I am going to hold on to them and be with them in the time I can.&lt;br /&gt;RP1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-114944208643332910?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/114944208643332910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=114944208643332910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114944208643332910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114944208643332910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/06/comming-home.html' title='Comming Home'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-114893789621770779</id><published>2006-05-29T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T14:24:56.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Truly Alone</title><content type='html'>As I stand here, on this memorial day evening, all I keep thinking to my self over and over agian is that "He's Gone."&lt;br /&gt;I let him walk right out of my life a second time. And all I could do was to stand there and watch. This time though, he promised me that there would be no sudden deaths, no abandonments that would take nearly half a life time to reslove. This time he swore to me, that he would be back. &lt;br /&gt;Orion Pax, Optimus Prime, Swore to ME that he would come back.&lt;br /&gt;The moment that he left will be etched into my heart and soul forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dammit! Rion Take me with you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head at me, "I cant ask you to do that, and I wont." &lt;br /&gt;He walked over and gently lifted my face up to look at him, "you have a life here and I expect you to go on living it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? What if I dont come back again?" He smiled, "Thats what your thinking right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Finally managed to nod through my tears, "What if you dont come back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's fix it So I have to," He told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stepped back from me and I saw his hands move up to his chest. The next moment there was a great blinding blue flash. When i could see again he was holding some thing out to me on a chain. &lt;br /&gt;"You hold the Matrix for me," He pasued to put it around my neck and then fluff my hair out. "I have to come back then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rion ... "I gapped, "I.. cant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes you can," He turned away from me and headed back to the ship, his Ark 2, " And one more thing. I'd come back for you with out that. I've spent to long looking for you to loose you now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they were gone.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the stars where they had come to me from.&lt;br /&gt;I stand there and look at this thing I have around my neck in wonder. Maybe He DOES love me too and ive been to dumb or blind to see. &lt;br /&gt;What ever happens i know this, My heart, my soul, my spark, are with him and all of them. &lt;br /&gt;Come back to the women you have here boys, cus if you dont.&lt;br /&gt;Im comming after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RP1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-114893789621770779?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/114893789621770779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=114893789621770779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114893789621770779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114893789621770779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/05/never-truly-alone.html' title='Never Truly Alone'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-114800844128277561</id><published>2006-05-18T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:14:01.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fallen, and The Clash of the Red Heads.</title><content type='html'>I supsected that Sidious would take some kind of action against me as a response to what I have pleged my self and mine to do. However I did not know or suspect just how far the mad man would go and how well that term does apply to him.&lt;br /&gt;I am greatful to whatever force that controls the universe for the thunderstorm that we had here last night. IF not for that I would have most likely been in recharge and would not have found out what was going on until it was to late.&lt;br /&gt;As it was I was awake watching the storm. We do not have weather as such on Cybertron and I have always been facinated by this phenomemnon. So I was down out of Rose's room when I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;Something between a thump and a slide. But it was enough to make me go and investigate. What i found shocked and horrified me. &lt;br /&gt;A creature from my world called the fallen was standing in the middle of Rose's room, his three followers accompaning him. Besides this there was a Woman, slightly younger than rose, with hair a much more unplesent and harsh shade of read standing there, a horrid little smirk on her perfect lips. &lt;br /&gt;The reason she was smileing so turned out to be what she was watching. Mindwipe, on of the Fallen's three followers, and a Vampier wannabe, had My poor Rose Pinned to the wall by her arms and was doing his best to completely pick her mind appart. &lt;br /&gt;All of the others stood there and seemed to be truly enjoying this. &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I had no intention of letting this Girl be hurt for the comittiments i had made. &lt;br /&gt;Im sure all of you out there can guess what occured next. &lt;br /&gt;Still durring this battle there was one thing that they had never planned on, just how strong and stubborn Roseprincess is. &lt;br /&gt;While his Alies Bugly and Bludegon made to follow thier Leader after me, Mindwipe dropped The girl back on to the bed. Rose is very intellegent, and suspected that she would be a target. So she took precautions.&lt;br /&gt;those being Secreting a very special fier arm under her pillow before she went to sleep that night. All of us who heard the scream looked up exepting to See The Other red heahed woman attacking Rose, all of us were shocked to see Rose standing there with This girl, Who i later learned was called Jade, In a head lock with A certain Walter P 38 pressed into her spine.&lt;br /&gt;"Make one more move," I heard rose snarl, "And i will serve this twisted lil twig you call a back bone up on a plate!"&lt;br /&gt;She then turned and faced all of the others, "back off, or you go back to Palpatine sans his lacky !"&lt;br /&gt;Finally they all did as she said and she tossed them the other girl. &lt;br /&gt;"Foolish Child," Fallen told her, "Do you..."&lt;br /&gt;"KNow what im messing with?" She finished , "Yah I do. And if you think I am afraid of choas then think again. All i have ever had in my life is Chaos! Go back to your masters and tell them they arent welcome here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So somethign serious had been averted But there was one problem. If the Fallen is here than that can mean only one thing. His master is not far behind. &lt;br /&gt;I would have thought that not even some one like Sidious was capeable off this, endangering the whole universe to get revenge on one small planet?&lt;br /&gt;He really is mad.&lt;br /&gt;If the Fallen is there then Unicron cannot be far behind.&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray that it was chance and that they do not decide to ally with one another. &lt;br /&gt;Unicron is defeatable, but the two of them together may prove worse than any one can imagaine.&lt;br /&gt;I will not turn back though, and nither will Rose or my men. &lt;br /&gt;We have to win this. &lt;br /&gt;For everyones sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-114800844128277561?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/114800844128277561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=114800844128277561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114800844128277561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114800844128277561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/05/fallen-and-clash-of-red-heads.html' title='The Fallen, and The Clash of the Red Heads.'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-114792092110371023</id><published>2006-05-17T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:55:21.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comittment and Roses</title><content type='html'>I susupect now that this will become more my blog than Rose's in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;And so yet again the destny of the Matrix calls me to battle. I would like to reiterate here what I stated in the post on Kenya Starflights Blog, We are fully committed to the cause. If you need assistance Then please contact all of us.&lt;br /&gt;(That goes for me to!!: Megatron)&lt;br /&gt;I will not stand by while innocents get hurt. Evil florishies when good men do nothing. I will not let this happen. &lt;br /&gt;We have been absent from the online communties for a week or so due to the fact that I believe everything has taken a toll on my Precious Rose. Work , her grandmother's death and everything else in her normal human life has caused her to need to take some time off. She will be fine, but I have been lax in my duties due to looking after her.&lt;br /&gt;no more. Still She is a great part of the reason i am here, and i will allow no one to harm her world. I will not fail another woman.&lt;br /&gt;To my friend Lord Vader. &lt;br /&gt;I found something out while searching for a way to comfort Rose about her sadness, that while she hides it very well, is still there.&lt;br /&gt;Something that will comfort the two of us as well. And may bring you some peace.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that humans, terrans in ancient times believed that the spark, soul, would go on after death. That there would be signs of this if you knew where to look. One of those was Roses. &lt;br /&gt;If red roses grew on the grave of a beloved woman, then she had found a way to trancend death, and gone on to live again. &lt;br /&gt;I found for Rose, red roses on her grandmother's grave. &lt;br /&gt;I found for my self, red roses on my beloved Elita's.&lt;br /&gt;Lord vader, I am sure you know having recently seen it, that there are red roses growing on HER grave as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my committment as a warrior, and as a friend. &lt;br /&gt;I will not back down until this world is safe, and all of those who wish for freedom have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-114792092110371023?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/114792092110371023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=114792092110371023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114792092110371023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114792092110371023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/05/comittment-and-roses.html' title='Comittment and Roses'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-114393579177501165</id><published>2006-04-01T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T15:56:31.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeps, Thanks, Life goes on.</title><content type='html'>First off I would like to thanks Kenya Starflight and hers for the kind words and sentements that they left here on my blog. My family will always mourn, and we will always miss my grandmother. But thankfully the rest of those that i share gentics with are begining to realize what I know. Life has to go on no matter how horrid life gets. &lt;br /&gt;As for some of the other things that have taken place, did you know that the chief medical officers of the two packs of cybertronians i have staying here are both sadists? I found this out the hard way. Mind you i was up set and Orion deemed that i needed some sever calming down. Still slipping KNOCK OUT DROPS into my Peeps is just beyond Low. Never ever leave any sort of sugar sitting around where these yo yo's can get thier paws on it. Apparently Sugar is the fastest way to get some thing of that nature into a human blood stream. I appriciate the fact they were looking after me. But Ratchet? Hook? IF YOU EVER TOUCH MY CANDY AGAIN YOUR DEAD!!!! &lt;br /&gt;::Rats &amp; Hook.... Look of dread::&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have finally gotten some small measure of NONsedative induced peace.Everyone helped, and it was truly nice to know thatfor once this black sheep wasnt alone.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all the support from every one. &lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-114393579177501165?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/114393579177501165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=114393579177501165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114393579177501165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114393579177501165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/04/peeps-thanks-life-goes-on.html' title='Peeps, Thanks, Life goes on.'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-114352390178417263</id><published>2006-03-27T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:32:37.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Mourning</title><content type='html'>I am posting this on behalf of Roseprincess1.&lt;br /&gt;Several days ago her maternal grandmother passed away. The condition of several of her human family members as well as several other circumstances has left the young lady in no condtion to be on line. &lt;br /&gt;Many of those in her family have been more than callous to the girl and she is deeply suffering. By the standards of the human reave i realize that she is a young adult. However, considering how long I have been alive she seems quite young and vunerable to me. &lt;br /&gt;Her father is an exmilatry gentel man, that while a good man, has little or no concept on how to poperly mourn. Her mother is much the opposite, as is Rose's sister and her aunt. This has left her, Rose, to be the one in the family to carry on. Yet again. &lt;br /&gt;Many times problems have arrised in her Family. Many times it has been Rose's will, and NOTHING ELSE, which held her human family together. She loved them so much she was willing, as a child to make what then was the greatest sacrifice she could. Turning away from both my self, and her ablities, to be what her family needed her to be. To me, Rose is a greater hero than I shall ever be. It will always pain me that my precived death hurt her, and that it was this that forced her to choose between two loves. No one should ever have to make that choice. &lt;br /&gt;That is why now, there is nothing she can say or do that will chase us away from her. I have searched for her for too long, and eventually I will be forced to tell her the truth of why I and all the others have sought her out. &lt;br /&gt;For now however, Rose is under both sedation and the care of my chief medical Officer.&lt;br /&gt;She is hurt, and very very much alone right now.  However will never admit it. So To those of you out there who know her, I would ask that you try to understand. &lt;br /&gt;In 1986 my death left its scar on her heart. She has never handled it well, ever after that. So be lenient of her quietness and tolerant of her sorrow eventually she will smile again. &lt;br /&gt;Prime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-114352390178417263?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/114352390178417263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=114352390178417263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114352390178417263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114352390178417263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-mourning.html' title='In Mourning'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-114101802560029871</id><published>2006-02-26T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:27:05.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job, Yugioh, Evil Deadaliens.</title><content type='html'>Hey all, &lt;br /&gt;Has been forever and a day since I posted anything on here. Well i finally got some free time so i decided that i would up date the relation of what goes on in a house where you have some 25 odd (or more) cybertronians camped out on yer bedroom floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, &lt;br /&gt;I managed to loose my old job just as i got my self promoted to assistant manager. I think I probally would have done something just slightly evil to someone at EW James if not for the fact that Orion felt compleded to follow me around and make sure that i didnt pull any thing. I didnt beat the crap out of my old boss much as i wanted to, but i didnt not sit around and mourn the loss of that job much. I got up the day after i lost it and put in nearly 15 applications with in a 48 hour period. Which as it were turned out to be the best thing i could have done for my self. I found a much better paying job and i made more in two weeks at this place than i made in an entier month at ew james. Needless to say i was rather pleased. I still have not completely recovered from the shock of showing up at my work and being handed my walking papers, but i think it was an act of God, Primus, The Force, or what ever you believe in. I like the new one and strangely enough there are several people there that can see the guys. They think its more than awsome having Transformers walkin and hand thier new Tech lunch, Or come over and help carry totes on truck day, or just show up period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the guys, some one, that can see them, felt compeled to introduce them to the newest fad. Yugioh. Okay so its not really new but it is to them, and the new show has breathed new life into it so its one of those fads that will not die. &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, when you have this many people in one place there are those who will go to any lenghts to stay entertained. Actually they have been at this for a while and it made it into one of my fan fics. (go check me out at fanfiction.net (Shameless slef plug))&lt;br /&gt;Right now sunstreaker and prowl are perched on my bed and are in the process of playing a very LOUD match. Prowl being the master tactician that he is, is one of the best chess players on the planet, and apprently is a yugioh dulest on calibur with some of the characters. To wit he is also in the process of building me a deck and trying to teach me how to play. Im okay so far. I dont know where the hell logic boy got his Paws on a "Slifer" but he did and that big red .. thing... is now resting in my tin. Even Orion and Megs are not beyond this, they two have been sucked into the insanity that is dueling and have been known to have duelist arguements that would put Kaiba and Yami to shame. And I am not even going into starscreams deck. You would not think someone like starscream would fall for a ccg, apparently theres more to any of this gaming stuff than this girl ever gave her gamer geek buddies credit for.&lt;br /&gt;Finally there is the movie that they are all, those not cheering on sunny and prowl, are watching. Sprawled all over my floor both autobots and decepitoncons are watching the current flick. Evil dead just went off and now aliens is the horror flick of choice. Gee i just love living in a house with 20 guys. Heheh&lt;br /&gt; oh well i like them or i wouldnt own them. &lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now. &lt;br /&gt;take care and talk to you all later&lt;br /&gt;Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-114101802560029871?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/114101802560029871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=114101802560029871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114101802560029871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/114101802560029871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-job-yugioh-evil-deadaliens.html' title='New Job, Yugioh, Evil Deadaliens.'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-113815884314273263</id><published>2006-01-24T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:14:03.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who invited the talking lawn sculptuers?</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't have left the post on Kenya's blog that everything was going well or at least quietly here. that turned out to be just plain old asking for it. In the past few months i have had everything from cat people to asthmatic cyborgs show up around here. NOBODY told me that the big puple bat thing was comming. &lt;br /&gt;That one caught me off guard folks. Apparently Rion agreed to let them stay here while one of his "Friends" did some repairs to the place where they usually crash. Most of them were okay i have to admit. Though the girl that was with them was the most annoying person that i have ever met, not to mention the two disgustinly lil cute hybrids that she brought with her. Considering they were purple, I'm guessin they belong to the big one. Oh well could be worse. I really could, least Prince boy left. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have managed to procure my self a new job and some schooling so i shall very soon be going into the field of pharmacology. It acutally seems pretty decent and the pay rocks, so im looking forward to that. &lt;br /&gt;the holidays were nice enough, my nephew showed up and the guys took to him immediately. Hes comming back to see me again this summer, typically enough roddy and he have become the best buds. hehe.. its kinda cute really. The lil guy is more like my kid than my nephew so im happy that hes getting along with my new charges. Well thats all for now i have to go and see what the trouble is n ow.. apparently someone blew up the cappachino machine. &lt;br /&gt;laters&lt;br /&gt;RP1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-113815884314273263?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/113815884314273263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=113815884314273263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/113815884314273263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/113815884314273263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2006/01/who-invited-talking-lawn-sculptuers.html' title='Who invited the talking lawn sculptuers?'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-113305847326154108</id><published>2005-11-26T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T18:27:53.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convergance continues, Strange Gifts</title><content type='html'>Well folks, considering all that Rion has been doing lately, his oh so delicate dropping of hints, twas only a matter of time before more folks started showing up for the convergnace. What I wasn't planning on how ever was a pack of cyborgs showing up here and getting in the middle of the mix. Now the one set was just fine, they had the mentality of a pack of cops and to be honest I was flat out greatful othe help in controling some of these nut balls. The other, well Rion's been leaving hints on this and other blogs that others are more than welcome and low and behold they showed. &lt;br /&gt;They, or rather, he left his cadre here and they have taken thier place in the nut brigade out side. But HE however DID stay for a good two hours or so. Strangely enough he got along  qite well with Orion and I have to admit, The dark lord was qutite impressive. What I wasnt counting on was for him to become as facincated by me as I was by him. He took a good ten minuts to stare at me and asked what my name was. Rion oblighed him and he nodded then went back to the convergnace. &lt;br /&gt;what really flipped me out about it though appaeared to day. One of his people showed up and handed me a box. It simply was addresed to my real name, and in side was a head band that looked to have some kind of blue decorations carved into it. I asked Rion and he simply told me that he liked my hair. Freaky. I seriously doubt that I will ever wear the thing and i have no idea why someone would look at my wild long mop with anything other than an anticipation of a good laugh. Oh well::Shrugs:: just one more od thing durring all of this. keeps life interesing &lt;br /&gt;RP1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-113305847326154108?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/113305847326154108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=113305847326154108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/113305847326154108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/113305847326154108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2005/11/convergance-continues-strange-gifts.html' title='Convergance continues, Strange Gifts'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-113142309836753615</id><published>2005-11-21T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T22:05:44.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anakin and Orion: Similar and Different</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting revelation a while ago. &lt;br /&gt;It came to me while watching the cenimatical interpetations of two very great, and very powerful men. Each one has done great things, terrible in some cases but great none the less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcorse the two men that I am refering to are Anakin Skywalker and Orion Pax. Other wise known as Darth Vader and Optimus Prime. Now I know what most of you are thinking those two men could not be more different, those two men could not have less in commmon. But the fact is, after a chance to recently consider the real individuals I have come to the conclusion that there is a great deal more to either man than most fans are willing to give them credit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, lets consider the history of the men in question. Both were young(for orion young as his race goes) when thier lives were changed forever. Both had the position of chosen one dumped on them and learned that they were to fulfill some great desinty that neither one of them really wanted. Both were betrayed and left for dead by someone that they considered thier friend. Both, due to said betrayal had thier bodies mangeled and quite litterally stuck back together. Both were confronted with choices about the women that they loved. Both were forced to hide thier face from the world until the moment they left it. And both of them had a son that would redeem or vindicate thier life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all intents they could very well be the same man. What it all comes down to is the moment in thier lives where they had to choose between what they wanted and what was best for thier worlds. To be honest niether choice can be looked down upon. Each had thier own reasons for choosing to do what they did, and in the end each would end up paying for those choices, right or wrong, with thier lives. Two heroes that made the ultimate sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just and oberservation, mainly just a snippet that probally came from seeing them have a discussion the other night, at the convergance. Anyhow, i just wanted to share this observation with the rest out there who care about these remarkable men. Two heroes that now, dont have to make the ultimate choice, but now have a chance for peace. &lt;br /&gt;rp1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-113142309836753615?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/113142309836753615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=113142309836753615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/113142309836753615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/113142309836753615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2005/11/anakin-and-orion-similar-and-different.html' title='Anakin and Orion: Similar and Different'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196698.post-113220016430357512</id><published>2005-11-16T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T20:02:44.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why The Princess isn't posting...</title><content type='html'>Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;This is once again Prime posting for Roseprincess. Some out there may be wondering why she is not posting her self? Well in the last entry the young lady in question mentioned that a certain Prince was getting on her nerves if you weill pardon the pun, Royaly.&lt;br /&gt;Now the princess is a skilled fighter, two black belts and a conceal and carry permit for her fire arms. However the prince she had an arguement with is not only a top notch warrior but he is an alien and sadly Rose is an ordinary human femme. She only suceeded in hurting her hand and thusly leaving her unable to type for the next two to three days. Hopefuly things will get better, and I will no longer have an angry princess on my hands to deal with. I had to hide the armor pericing rounds just to make sure that she gets no ideas. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and one other small thing. Due to the nature of these talks I have been asked to formaly invite any members of the galatic community that we have so far missed to attend the convergance.I hope that every one who sees this can at some point attend. &lt;br /&gt;I shall end this entry now. Best wishes to all&lt;br /&gt;Respectfuly &lt;br /&gt;Optimus Prime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13196698-113220016430357512?l=rpsliveins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/feeds/113220016430357512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13196698&amp;postID=113220016430357512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/113220016430357512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13196698/posts/default/113220016430357512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rpsliveins.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-princess-isnt-posting.html' title='Why The Princess isn&apos;t posting...'/><author><name>Roseprincess1</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
