below are a few one sentence ideas for a story to do for my animation, all based around the theme of combat/fighting for my movement brief.

It was willing but Brainstorm had messed up. He didn’t think it through what happens if it does work. Can he reverse it and would it mess up their psyche? He didn’t talk to Rung about the chance he went on his hunch and did it.Brainstorm was ecstatic, his servo placed behind his helm and his optics show signs of a smile, almost bouncing in his place. He ran off to get Perceptor who pointed out his lack of forethought, “What are you planning to do now?”

Brainstorm froze, he didn’t know. He told them to return to their habsuite until he (and Perceptor) figured this out. -

They adjusted themselves on the best it creaked under the new weight it wasn’t made for. Bigger than a minibot but smaller than a regular size cybertronian, at least what they think is regular. The bed wasn’t the best place to be, it was sure to break. Deciding to not let that happen they heft themselves off the bed. It was clunkier than they would have liked it the bots of the Lost Light make it look so easy and effortless. To them their limbs felt heavy and awkward.

“Hello? It’s me, your captain speaking. Oh, also Magnus and Megatron are here. We want to see your cool new bod!” Rodimus said slightly muffled by the walls and door. They could hear Rodimus and Magnus bicker for a few seconds before they reached the door, their steps noisy as they still are just getting used to their body. They punched in their passcode and let the door open. They looked shocked. Megatron broke the silence by clearing his throat. Did they have to clear their throat? They figured they’d eventually find out. 

Rodimus lets himself in while Ultra Magnus and Megatron await invitation. Ultra Magnus nods to them as he enters and moves to the middle of the floor mostly not to crowd them. Megatron idled by the door not going too far into the habsuite. Rodimus looks around their room before turning back to the fresh mint bot. “You look nice! Hot, right Megatron, Magnus?” Rodimus peered over to them. Mostly Megatron. Megatron deftly looked away and shifted in his place. It looks like he was thinking of just bolting out from the room.

“Yes they’re pleasing to the optic” Ultra Magnus says before clearing his throat which is followed by an ex-vent. 

Magnus stayed silent for a moment before speaking up. “How are you with,” he stopped to think of his phrasing, “current events.” He gestured to them in general. “I’m pretty good considering what could have happened,” they affirm. Ultra Magnus nods at the answer, “ Good to hear.”

Rodimus sidled up to them resting his servo on their helm.

“We should tell everyone that you’re, well, you so they don’t think there’s an intruder or a new bot!” Rodimus starts guiding them out the door. Megatron didn’t speak, simply slid out of the doorway into the hall stepping back to give Rodimus a wide berth. Vaguely they could hear Ultra Magnus say something but it was hard to make out with the walls and being halfway down the hallway cause of the insistent speedster.

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A little of sorting the crew into categories. Small cherry picking of the crew. Some people fall into multiple categories.