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So its finally here.  The return of the headmaster gimmick.  And I must say, in general?  I'm impressed.  There are relatively few weak points in the line as a whole.  That said there are a few problems I want to point out before I go any further.

The first flaws go to Galvatron.  While he is still a very good toy in a lot of ways, one of his major failings is the lack of paint on his titan master head.. and absolutely shitty mask gimmick that forms his 'crown.'  It never sits flush, the mask itself will only rotate a small distance (I'm not convinced it is meant to rotate at all), and it absolutely fails to work at all with almost all the titan master heads.  That said, a little paint goes a long way to make this figure great, but even not using the mask at all and just going with the grey head can be a big plus over using the crappy mask.  I know there are a few folks who have modified the mask and glued it to the head master.. but doing so kills the headmaster gimmick... which is a no go for me.  Why it wasn't handled like the optimus prime and blaster heads.. I am uncertain.  Which brings me to the next flaw.  (No I do not see Galvatron's R-wing style Alt mode a 'flaw.'  It's a space craft.  Aerodynamics means very little to a craft that doesn't need an airfoil.  At least to doesn't look like a robot with a plane grafted to its back.)

The line prides itself on having heads that will work with EVERY titan master body.  While true mechanically, there are a handful of sticking points visually.  Namely its Twincast (blaster), Apex (Optimus Prime), and Nucleon (Galvatron).  These three sets have a key difference that sets them apart from say.. Blurr and Hyperfire.  The size of the face sculpt on the head.  While it looks good on those three, and you can switch the heads between the three and it still works, if you put these heads on the other bodies or the other heads on the larger bodies the problem becomes apparent.  The face sculpt makes their heads look far too large on smaller figures, and the other heads look far too small on the bigger ones.  While this is less of an issue on Optimus prime, with his helmet obstructing all but the eyes, on galvatron and blaster.. its.. fairly obvious.

Oh.. and Nightbeat... seriously.. he looks like he smelled something nasty or stubbed his toe... and his vehicle thing is really meh.

Outside of that, each toy of the line is filled with extra play-ability.  From tiny titan master pegs, to weapons that can be removed and 'manned' by the titan masters.  Both lead figures sport a base mode which also can connect to Fortress Maximus's ramps in his base and ship modes.  This is one of the few lines where each additional figure adds additional play value on such an exceptional scale.  And before I forget, rewind and stripes, both legends class figures have a data slug mode that works with blaster, as does the previous line's Buzzsaw figure.  Which is a neat little thing they did.  Wheelie can go frag himself tho.  I have no desire to ever own a wheelie figure.

A final note, if you always entertained that idea that combiners should look bigger than the sum of their parts.. putting them next to this line's base mode figures really sells that imagery.

On a whole I give the starting line a 9/10.  Some minor issues, yes, but the good far outweighs the bad.
  • Watching: Random anime
  • Playing: Overwatch
  • Eating: Chips
  • Drinking: Ale
Chapter 3

Thankfully, Sam was able to get a pair of sweatpants from the gift shop on the first floor and Max didn't have to suffer too much embarrassment. Checking out, however, was a slow and painful process that grew steadily worse with each passing moment.  Namely because Max was finally starting to feel both hungry and tired and his mood was starting to sour.  Finally, he was done and more than eager to get out of there and get something to eat.

“Remind me again why we're not eating at the hospital cafeteria again?” Max, looked over to Sam expectantly as they trudged toward Sam's old VW van.  

Sam shrugged briefly, “Because, they're not gonna serve you what you need in the quantities you need, they only serve “balanced” meals there bro.. and besides.” He grinned suddenly, “I know a place.. well a couple of places, that aren't that bad and cater to those with.. ah.. large appetites.”

Max arched a brow at him as he climbed into the VW, not even bothering to wait for Sam to unlock it, as the locks never worked in the first place.  Not that Sam ever had to worry about theft for such an old, beat up vehicle.  “What sort of places?”

Sam smirked, “Well a couple usually only cater to teams and events, 'till they realized that some of the meta types were ordering entire buffets for themselves for one reason or another and decided they could make decent cash by tailoring a meal plan to them.  But, we're not going there, bro.”

“Then, where are we going?”

“A little place called 'Zilla Joe's... Its a bit more discrete and generally only caters to meta-humans.  Plus its cheap and tastes good too!” Sam beamed at Max he pulled out of the parking lot.  

Max blinked at Sam then chuckled, “There's a cute girl there you like, isn't there?”  

Sam tried to look aghast, but his reptilian looks, and bad acting skills only made him appear comical.  “I have no idea who you are talking about, Bro!  There is most definitely no cute red-headed girls named Melody serving there!”  

Max couldn't help but break out into laughter, which certainly did take the edge off the gnawing pain in his stomach as Sam rounded a few back alley turns before parking in a run down parking lot that was mostly hidden from direct view of the main road by newer construction.

The only sign of recent activity, apart from the few odd cars already there, was a dark green door that looked to be recently painted, set into what appeared to be the back of an older building that Max couldn't identify.

“This is it?  I expected more...” Max trailed off as his stomach rumbled loudly. “Never mind.. I just hope I don't eat the napkins by the time they start serving.” He grumbled as he hopped out of the van.

Sam, following behind quickly, tried not to laugh.  “Well, I said they were discrete... trust me.. its better inside.”

Not quite waiting for Sam to catch up, Max pushed the door open and was immediately greeted with the thick, hot air of working kitchen.  The mouth watering scent of various foods being prepared and eaten prompted yet another anguished rumble of hunger in his stomach.  The dimly lit interior was roomier than he expected, with tables placed wide apart, and booths lining the walls.  

Max didn't realize he was gaping until Sam put a hand on his shoulder and started steering him toward one of the booths.  “Jus' relax and grab a seat bro.  Let me handle the ordering and stuff...” Sam paused a moment as Max took a seat.. then sat down himself, waving to the waitress who was currently cleaning a table.

“I take it that's Melody then?” Max asked.. trying to distract himself from the hunger.  

Sam only smirked, “Nah, she's not on duty till later.  That's Lisa, She.. ah.. she's a meta who's ability is to copy the looks and skills of another person... provided they're willing and female... she can't swap with guys.. or so she says.”

Max blinked then shook his head.  “I shouldn't be surprised.. and I guess.. I'll have to learn more about meta's.. now that I am one.” He chuckled.  

Max never did pry too deeply into the ins and outs of the meta-community... or even the other more intricate details.  It always seemed to serve him better to just try and think of everyone as a person and leave it at that.

Soon, the waitress came over and set down a large bread basket with a pair of plates for the both of them.  “Welcome back Sam, Who's your friend? Is this a date?”

Sam chuckled, giving Max a glance,  “Thanks, this is Max, and not its not.. Max is an old friend of mine who's just.. going through some changes.. is all.”

Max tried his best to not give Sam a horrified look as he continued.  “So yeah, I'm gonna want my usual burger, and Max is gonna need the “special.”  

Lisa, gave an almost disappointed look to them both before bounding off toward the kitchen.

“Sam... what the-” Max started to say before Sam pushed the bread basket in front of him.

“First, eat the bread, it'll hold you till the food gets here.  Also.. nothing to worry about.. they get this all the time here... Hence the “special.” Okay?”

Max sighed, pulling out a bread roll and tearing a chunk out of it. “Okay.. I get it... I'm just...” Max trailed off.. unsure how to describe it.  

Sam smiled, “Don't worry, bro.. we'll handle it one bit at a time.  No need to stress over minor stuff, right?”  

Max nodded after a moment.. and finally gave in to the urge to just try and wolf down the bread as quickly as he could.

Although it wasn't long before the waitress returned with some drinks, Max had managed to empty the bread basket and was contemplating the crumbs in the bottom.  “I swear, Sam...  I have no idea how I could still have room after eating all that.. but I feel like I could eat an elephant or two.” Max blinked at the oddly colored concoction that Lisa had set down with his food, “and.. what is that?”

Sam smirked, “That, bro.. is a milk and protein shake, it'll taste nasty.. but it'll help you much more than water, juice, or soda... and well.. as for where you put it all.. the general theory is that your meta-power, that is.. the thing that's changing you right now.. and gives many metas their powers is breaking it down real efficiently.. and quickly... to avoid starvation.. or something to that effect.”

Max mulled that information over for a moment as Lisa returned with two plates, one.. really beefy burger for Sam, and what looked like a giant order of spaghetti for Max.  “And that.” Sam pointed to Max's dish, “Is the first dish of the “special” Nothing fancy, just carbs, protein and veggie sauce. “ Sam grinned at Max as he started spooling the noodles around his fork.  

“So.. Spaghetti?  Then what?” Max asked as he started to wolf down the extra large helping of spaghetti.  

Sam shrugged, “Then.. probably lasagna.. after this, however, you'll probably be full for a while, and they'll hook you up with a take home box and a delivery number.  What the special is can vary for different people, though.. some have.. unique needs.”  Max gave Sam a concerned look from over his plate of rapidly disappearing food.  “What?  Oh.. heh... I know a few folks who got on the wrong side of a few Gundgies... which isn't that hard... really... but.. you get the idea, bro?”  

Max.. nodded after a moment, pausing to chase down the last meatball with the fork before replying, “So you bounced them around a few times and explained the definition of the words “No thank you?”

Sam nodded and chuckled, “Nothing I do slips past you, does it?”  

Max grinned and sit back in his seat after snagging the last meatball from the plate, feeling much better.  “Sam, you've been bouncing bullies since I've known you, and I've helped ya bounce more than a few.  I'm more disappointed I couldn't be there to lend a hand.”  

Sam chuckled, “Well... maybe next time I'll have to invite you along, depending on how things are turning out.”

Max grinned then stifled a yawn.  “Yeesh... I hope she comes over with that carry out box soon.. because you might have to carry me out at this rate.”

Sam chuckled as he pulled out his wallet, “Meal's on me bro, besides its about time I paid you something back for all those times you spotted me my lunch money.”  

Max snickered, “Sam.. you know you don't ever have to pay me back for any of that...”  Sam grinned as the waitress came over with a large Styrofoam container, “I don't see you stopping me either, bro.  Besides, isn't it tradition for the dude to pay both halves of the bill?”  

Max blinked and blushed at the sudden realization then covered his face with his hand to hide his embarrassment, “That's... that's low Sam, especially for you.”

Sam simply shook his head, “You're going to have to get used to the idea eventually, bro.  Its not like its sneaking up on you either...”  

Max hung his, and soon to be her, head.  “I am.. so very much.. not looking forward to this.”  

“Neither am I bro.. Neither am I..”  Sam lamented.
Ampere Chapter 3.1
Let me know if you want more and I'll upload the remaining chapters.. going to try and send in 3 at a time... though much of it could be recombined into a single post.. I am keeping it like this.. its a much earlier work anyways.. but I figure it'll get more milage here.. and maybe some other places if I get off my butt and upload it there.
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Chapter 2

After what seemed like an endless barrage of poking and prodding by various doctors, nurses, and questions from police officers, Max finally had a break while waiting for results.  He groaned in annoyance at the TV, turning it off in disgust after hearing the news report of the incident when he heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” he rasped out, his throat still feeling sore and ragged from the day's earlier excitement.

“Geeze Max, you sound terrible!” The large, reptilian looking man grinned at Max as he said this, a worn duffel bag hanging over his shoulder.  Max couldn't help but grin as his old friend Sam lumbered into the room. “I feel terrible too...” he then gestured to the TV, “.. did you catch the news report?”

Sam chuckled lightly, nodding as he grabbed a chair. “Well if you cut your hair and grew a beard, they wouldn't mistake you as a girl.” He grinned, “Speaking of.. I'd say you gained at least two inches since yesterday and your nails would make most women jealous.”

Max rolled his eyes, this had always been an old argument.  Max couldn't grow facial hair to save his life, but his jet black hair and sturdy nails always grew quickly.  However, today's boost in growth was far beyond normal, and utterly ridiculous.

“So, whats in the bag dude?” Max asked while fiddling with the bed controls to get it to sit up straighter.  

“Well, bro, I figured you could use some extra clothes, so I stopped by your place and scooped up what I could find.”  Sam shrugged, then glanced at the doorway.  “So what did the Docs say? You gonna be alright? Or you gonna grow in to a lime green mutant squid monster?”

Max couldn't help but snicker at the image Sam conjured up, shaking his head as if he was trying to clear the image from his mind. “I think I'll be fine.. the docs haven't said anything specific.. as they're waiting on their specialist to come in and analyze their results.”

Sam arched a brow, a moment of concern spread across his face.  “Have they shown you the results?”

Max frowned, “Yeah.. but none of this stuff makes any sort of sense to me.” He grabbed for the manilla folder hidden under an empty lunch tray, and handed it off to Sam.  “You're the biology expert.. you tell me.”

Sam scratched his head as he opened the file and flipped through the pages.  “Human biology isn't really my field Max.. you know that... but..” Sam frowned hard at the file. “But, I can see why they may be waiting on this specialist.”

“Err... Care to elaborate, Sam?” Max tried his best to hide his sudden worry as Sam flipped back and forth between a few pages.  

Sam shook his head, “Some of you hormone levels are really off kilter, I think.. could be the stress.. and might just go away... but I don't see all of your results here.”

“That's because I have them right here.” A second voice boomed from the doorway.  Max and Sam both turned suddenly towards the tall, slender, and mildly disheveled figure.  “I'm Doctor Barnage, and you, my friend, are quite the mystery.”

He chuckled a bit as he moved toward the light-box, and began sticking several images to it.  “I assume.. since you're letting your friend here look through your results, that you don't mind him seeing the rest of them?”

Max shook his head, “Nah... Sam's the closest thing I have to family... and he'd probably understand what you're telling me better than I do.”

He smiled and nodded to Sam, who nodded to Max in turn before looking to Dr. Barnage and smiling.  “Yeah, we're like brothers.”

Dr. Barnage shrugged briefly, “Actually, if the test results are right... you are more like brother and sister.” Max and Sam both blinked and looked at each other with a bewildered expression.  

Max swallowed the sudden knot that formed in his throat. “Err.. come again, doc?  Last I checked I was most defiantly a guy.”

The doctor shrugged again before responding, flipping on the light-box to display the X-ray images of what Max assumed was his torso.  “First, lets start at the beginning.  How much do you know about mutation in meta-humans?”

Max racked his mind to recall the bits he did know, trying to ignore Sam's concerned expression.  “Not a whole lot, I'm afraid... just that it usually onsets at puberty.. with little or no warning.. and can have very radical results.”

He cast a glance at Sam who nodded before supplying, “Don't forget bro... that the cause can remain mostly dormant all the way into adulthood until activated by some.. outside.. stimulus...” Sam and Max's eyes grew wide as the realization hit them both.  “Doc, are you saying that Max was a dormant meta-human up until now?”

Barnage nodded again, “It seems the most likely scenario, given the circumstances.  Now as to the nature of your.. change.  Beyond what we've seen so far and what we can guess from previous experiences, we can only give you a vague idea of what is going on.” He pointed to the first X-ray, “This was from the initial X-ray we gave you when you were brought in... you can see a large number of fractures that are inconsistent with any blows or impacts reported by the police at the scene.  However, the next X-ray shows you an hour later.. with some of the fractures almost completely healed.”

Max couldn't help but wince at the image as the doctor moved on. “Now here, not two hours later we see most of the fractures completely healed, however..” Barnage took a small ruler and held it across the pelvic bone in both images.  “You can see there is a major size difference between both pelvic bones and a number of other bones as well.  Notably, your bone structure shifted, rather suddenly, from a masculine shape to a feminine one... though it doesn't appear it had very far to go... which in itself may have been due to your dormant nature.”

“Whoa... hold on, dude.  I thought that stuff takes a long time to set in?  I mean, a few centimeters isn't much, but even regenerators don't change appearance that fast.. unless they're tossed though a meat grinder first.” Sam, glanced back to Max, a concerned look crossing his face as Max seemed to be still trying to understand the implications of this sudden development.

“Not necessarily true, Sam.” Barnage noted, “There have been a few cases of sudden and immediate change, and I may have an explanation for it once I finish going over what we've gotten so far.”

Sam blinked and nodded, glancing to Max when he spoke, “Well.. what.. else do you have?”

Barnage flipped open the folder as he reviewed the test results, “Now you've already seen the blood tests, but they don't actually tell you anything specific...  What we did next was a DNA test, and the first thing we found was a complete lack of Y chromosomes in every sample we tested.  Which indicates that you have may well been genetically female for a very long time.  Which, isn't entirely unknown to happen in normal, non-meta humans.  This prompted us to run both of the MRI scans we ran on you earlier today.”

He then took two more images and stuck them on the light-box.  “As you can see, there is a definite contraction of size and density in some organs, and the appearance of several unidentified masses that appear to be organs of unknown type and purpose.  Which is common in emerging meta-humans.  They may in fact disappear when you finish changing, but I do recommend you check in with us so we can keep an eye on them.  However, This mass here.” He pointed to a spot that couldn't be much bigger than a Pea on the first image, and quite a bit larger and T shaped on the second image. “This mass appears to be the right position for a uterus.. even though it is still very very small.”

Max blanched at the final proclamation, “W-ha? Holy f-”

“Max! Bro!” Sam interrupted, fixing Max with a glare. “Dude, calm down... and think... This isn't that bad... it sucks... but I'm not going to let you go off the deep end for something like this.”  

Max simply nodded and looked down as he began thinking over what he'd just been told, his friend knew him a little too well some days.

“Is there something I should know?” Dr. Barnage piped in, looking surprised at the sudden outburst and subsequent shut down of said outburst.  

Sam shook his head, “Nah, dude... I just saw an incoming freak out session and put the kibosh on it.  Bro here can get.. creative when hurling invectives, and can be hard to stop once he gets going...  I just figure this isn't the time and place for it is all.”  

Max finally looked up, giving Sam a hurt look before looking back to the doctor, “How long do you think?”

“Well... if the current rate of change keeps up.. around.. hmm... two days... maximum, You'll be very, very hungry... and tired during which... so eat.  Eat as much as you can until you're full.  Even then.. it may take up to a week for all of the final changes to finish.. maybe sooner or later.  Try to avoid getting hurt or fighting when you can...  That will only serve to speed up the process, and at these rates that could actually harm you.  When you do eat.. load up on carbs, protein and calcium. You'll burn off the carbs fairly quickly.”

“So why isn't Max that hungry now?” Max nodded to Sam as they both looked to the doctor.  

“I would assume he's drawing on reserves he didn't know he had.. but its only a guess.  He may also be drawing a second source that we haven't identified yet.  Again, we've seen this happen in the past... with similar results, but no one knows for certain what will happen.  Until then, I'm going to release you to go home.”

Dr. Barnage began collecting the images and sheets and putting them back into the folder.  “Oh.. before I forget,  Max.  When you are able, I recommend you get some legal representation, preferably.. hold on.”

He patted himself down before locating a dog-eared business card and handing it to Max.  “Amanda Forbes..  She'll get all your legal needs straightened out, she's good at what she does, and can put you in contact with people who can take care of any other needs that may arise.”

Sam let out a low whistle. “Dude, I've heard of her...  She's like the best defense attorney in the state for meta-humans... and her fee isn't crazy expensive like the others.”

Max sighed, there was just no escaping this. “Thanks, Doc... I guess I'll give her a call later then.”  

Barnage smiled, “See that you do.. don't worry, its not the end of the world yet.  Also, I want to see you back here in a week for a follow up, sooner if something major develops, got that?”

Max nodded as the doctor started out the door. “Good, see you in a week then.”

Once the doctor was out of earshot, Sam was the first to speak. “Bro.. I just thought of something..”

Max looked to Sam, brow arched “What?”

“These pants... aren't gonna work for you.” Sam shook his head solemnly.

Max blinked, still confused by the events of the day, “What do you mean?”  

Sam shook his head again before replying, “Your hips bro, they're not going to fit.”  

Max thought that through for a moment, and all that it entailed. “Son-of-a..”
Chapter 1

Despite the efforts of the aging window mounted fans, and the constant influx of New Silver City's dingy air that wafted through the other windows, nothing seemed to clear or cover the stench of hot solder and burnt plastic that permeated Max's cluttered workshop.  Satisfied with his current wiring scheme, Max flipped a switch to open up the sky lights and turned the fan around to blow the air in and up this time.

With this accomplished, he studied the massive room a moment, faintly recalling its history.  At one time, it was cleared out of rooms and obstructions to be converted into a sort of rooftop ballroom.  Sadly, the dream died with Max's uncle and foster father, Jason Kendall.  Since then, it had previously been used for storage by his aunt for bits of odds and ends, and as a playroom for him when he was little.  Now it was his workshop, and place of refuge from the world below.

He smiled and moved his current project under one of the open skylights before plugging it into the power strip and walking back to his Plexiglas barrier with the large switch he had behind it.

“Here goes nothing... but hopefully something!” he chuckled to himself while he donned his welding mask and readied his fire extinguisher.  There was an audible POP! When the switch was thrown into the “On” position.. and the tiny set of coils and open wire hummed to life.

He waited expectantly as the voltage climbed upwards... finally, his patience was rewarded with a brief pop of electricity between the coils, followed by another, and another, until a softly glowing sphere formed and hovered inside the rings.  Max was just about to jump for joy and out from behind the shield when the orb suddenly exploded, and showered the room with sparks and caused some of the wires to catch on fire.  

Saddened, he flipped the switch back to “off” and rushed to put out the fires.  “Ah well... That's still better than nothing at all!” He smiled a bit, waving he fumes away as he looked over his charred work, and only found  minor solace in that his magnetic bottle almost held the energy for long enough to be considered stable.  He sighed, unplugged the device, and started downstairs, headed to his room to clear his head and revise his plans.

Unfortunately, there was something that was waiting on him, or someone rather.
“Mr. Kendall.” The short, rotund man stated angrily, “I am tired with this half ass lazy attitude of yours!”

Max arched a brow, having idly wondered if the man before him had done a lick of “real” work in his life. “Err.. what seems to be the problem Mr. Gallows?”

Mr. Gallows face was red, with what Max presumed was anger, as he nearly shouted, “That damned light in my hallway is burned out again!  Now all it does if half light up and buzz all night long! If you'd do your damn job instead of merely swapping the lights around, like I know you do, it wouldn't have gone bad!”

Max had to suppress the grin that threatened to form on his face, Gallows' obvious ignorance, combined with his short, round stature was sort of comical.  Granted, he was no tower himself, barely reaching five foot five and being an effeminate looking, skinny white boy to boot.  Still, he didn't like being yelled at, particularly for something he didn't do, nor had any control over.  

“Mr. Gallows, I'll be glad to fix the burned out light in my hallway just as soon as I return from the hardware store.” He purposely let that little emphasis sit a moment before he continued. “Thank you for bringing it to my attention, and I would like to remind you that rent is still due this week as I need to pay the plumbing bill you charged to me when you clogged your toilet up by accidentally flushing down... now what was it? Ah.. your hair.”  Max finally smirked, served that fat lout right, he thought.

The man stammered, “H-how'd you find out about that!?” his face went from red to a pale pinkish hue faster than one could blink.

“Well for one, it wasn't my in-house plumber that everyone in the building was instructed to call first, the man who gives us remarkably good service for a very low rate, plus room and board.  Second, the guy you called left me a detailed invoice of the problem and how much it cost.  Unfortunately for you, he wrote “Toupee stuck in toilet.”  Now, if you didn't want the news spreading around... Hank would of taken care of it and probably wouldn't have said two words beyond “Hair clog.” and that would have been the end of it.” Max smirked again, his arms crossed triumphantly.

“You.. You!” he gaped and turned crimson once more, mentally scrambling for something to fire back with “I helped you pay that damned inheritance tax when Lynn left you the building!” he yelped.

“Ah no you didn't. I distinctly recall you trying to convince me to give the complex to you instead, for less than what the building was worth.  Now if you excuse me, I need to go buy a new lighting kit because clearly there must be something wrong with the fixture if the new bulbs I put in there last week burned out already.” Max turned, feeling mostly triumphant in his defeat of the dread balding man, having left him speechless as he took the elevator down.  If it weren't for the lingering feeling that there was more to this than Mr. Gallows let on, it would of been an otherwise perfect victory.

The trip through the lobby and to Max's truck was sadly uneventful.  Even his best friend and resident expert in all things green and leafy, Samuel, was no where to be seen this morning.  Max had known Sam from when they were both in preschool, before he had changed from a gangly kid no bigger than he himself was, to a nearly seven foot tall scaled “reptilian” meta-human who's hobbies included bouncing bullies, planting trees, and generally being a silly goofball kid, even as an adult.  That said, Sam was also Max's voice of reason when it came to his oddball projects, doing his best to try and dissuade him from doing anything too dangerous.

  It didn't take long for him to get the hardware store, and within minutes he had already stashed a florescent light fixture kit in his cart, along with a brand new box of tubes.   Max then circled around the hardware store, picking up a few odds and ends before he proceeded through the self checkout after seeing little else of particular interest or use.

His mind was elsewhere as he started to cross the parking lot.. and was little more than halfway to his truck when he was suddenly thrown to the ground.  Stunned and confused, it took a moment to register that the ringing in his ears was from an explosion that flipped a nearby car onto it's roof.. and that he was hearing the sound of gunfire all around him.

As soon as he could gather his wits, he crawled to the nearest source of cover, the overturned car, and pressed himself against it, only occasionally risking a glance around to see if he needed to move.  From what he could tell and remember from local police reports, there were two distinct gangs fighting here.  The ones with the automatic weapons, were some sort of anti mutant group, whom he could never pronounce the name of right, that favored high tech exo-skeletons, rocket packs, and lots of hot lead.  The others were “The Grundge” a group of violent, deformed, and dangerous meta-humans who had enough bones to pick with normal humans as it is.

So there he was, trapped dead center in what appeared to be the next world war, and it didn't seem like it would ever end.  He thought he had heard sirens approaching, but in the event of supers fighting, he knew all they do is manage crowd control and wait for one group or the other to give up the ghost.  Or hope someone stops them both before it gets further out of hand.  So that wasn't much of a sign.

Then the earth shook. Twice.  At first, he thought another explosion had gone off nearby, but as he twisted around to peek through the window of the overturned car he saw the truth.  A hero had arrived, thank the gods!  Though it was difficult to see the hero in detail, he managed to figure out enough about him that it could only be one hero, Wolfguard.

Wolfguard wasted no time disrupting the ranks of both sides.  From what little Max knew of his powers, he knew that he claimed to be empowered by the spirits of the elements and his totem, Red Wolf.  The hero was whats known as a Brick.  Big, tough, and had strength in spades.  To make matters worse, for the gangsters at least, his elemental powers meant he didn't have to touch them to hurt them.

Somewhat enthralled by the fight, Max almost didn't notice that one of the gangsters had been sent sailing in his direction, parts of the exo-skeleton peeling off midair from the strike.   Max screamed when he noticed, dropping flat down to the ground as the punk hit the car and rebounded off, showering him with pieces of broken armor and bits of glass.  “How very manly of you, Max...” he muttered at himself as his racing heart slowly stopped trying burst through his chest.

Seemingly alerted by the sudden scream of panic, Wolfguard turned toward Max, and struck his massive fist into the ground. The ground rippled and buckled and Max suddenly found himself surrounded by a wall of stone, as if the earth itself burst upward in a near perfect ring around him and the car.  The ring both shielded him from the battle and, unfortunately, kept him from being able to easily escape.  

Within the stone shield, time seemed to crawl as the battle raged around him, with no sign of abating any time soon.  Only the occasional impact of gun fire or.. something he couldn't quiet identify striking the stone served to remind him that he was dead in the middle of an active battle.

He felt it before he heard it, a strange pickling sensation swept over his body, followed by a loud popping and snapping.  He twisted around.. looking up vainly to try and guess what it was, only catching bright flashes in the air and muddled shouting.  Then suddenly, a bright flash erupted just above the wall opposite of the car, and the stone began to crack and smoke.  

Max no longer felt safe from the raucous battle outside.  “That's... my cue to try and get the hell out of here I think..” he muttered as he started to climb over the upturned car and reach for the top of the stone ring.

Risking a quick peek right after a bright flash.. he noticed that most of the combatants had fled or were unable to fight.  All that was left was Wolfguard himself and one remaining thug in power armor with some sort of lightning gun.  Each circled the other and traded several blasts.

“Guess now is as good as ever..” Max mumbled to himself as he forced himself over the edge to try and hit the ground with a wince, praying that the gangster failed to notice him before he could take off to safety.

He quietly counted to three before launching into an all out sprint between the wrecked cars and pavement, aiming for the ditch at the end of the lot when the prickling feeling swept through him again.  Time seemed to slow down as he turned to see what he hoped wouldn't happen, the man with the lightning gun was aiming in his direction.  Max has been shocked many times over his life by his various projects, but the blast didn't feel anything like he ever felt before.  

He felt like his body was being crushed in some areas, while others seemed to strain as if he was going to explode.  Then came the strangest feeling of all, like all that power was moving somewhere within, only to be pushed back by something else entirely.  That new feeling seemed to build and build until something gave, and Max found himself pushing the power back out until it was gone.

It was several moments before he realized that he had fallen at some point, and someone was touching him, though he couldn't see who at first.  As his vision and hearing slowly came back he tried to sit up, only to be held down by an EMT while a stretcher was being brought over.  The woman said something he couldn't quiet make out, but when he tried to say something to get her to say again, his voice came out as a rasping squeak.  

Max struggled to adjust his position again when the woman repeated herself, this time Max could actually make out the words. “Please, try to stay still.  There was an explosion and you could be hurt worse than you realize.”

He gave out what he hoped was an exasperated sounding sigh and forced himself to stay still as they loaded him up into the ambulance and strapped him in for the ride.

As he rode to the hospital, he glanced at the young woman who had checked him out on the ground and tried to force a smile.  “.. so.. did someone get the number of the truck...” he winced as his throat rasped mid sentence, “ ...that hit me?”  

She looked at Max and smiled back lightly, “To be able to crack a joke.. after surviving a close encounter with a Mad-tech weapon that just vaporized its user.. either means you're incredibly tough, lucky, or both.  Either way.. you should keep quiet and focus on resting until the doctors clear you.”  

She placed a finger just over his lips, to keep him from responding.  “That means no talking unless its necessary.  We can't chance anything when Mad Science is involved, got it?”  He sighed and nodded, resolving to try and get some rest until they reached the hospital.
Ampere Chapter 1.1
Chapter one of the series, only very minor edits were made.  TG happens in later chapters.
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I'm going to upload one of my 'finished' stories bit by bit.. gonna be going through and editing/updating it.. adding things I had removed and or purposely left out when I initially published it.  I've unpublished the amazon version due to low sales and poor writing... also taxes.

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So its finally here.  The return of the headmaster gimmick.  And I must say, in general?  I'm impressed.  There are relatively few weak points in the line as a whole.  That said there are a few problems I want to point out before I go any further.

The first flaws go to Galvatron.  While he is still a very good toy in a lot of ways, one of his major failings is the lack of paint on his titan master head.. and absolutely shitty mask gimmick that forms his 'crown.'  It never sits flush, the mask itself will only rotate a small distance (I'm not convinced it is meant to rotate at all), and it absolutely fails to work at all with almost all the titan master heads.  That said, a little paint goes a long way to make this figure great, but even not using the mask at all and just going with the grey head can be a big plus over using the crappy mask.  I know there are a few folks who have modified the mask and glued it to the head master.. but doing so kills the headmaster gimmick... which is a no go for me.  Why it wasn't handled like the optimus prime and blaster heads.. I am uncertain.  Which brings me to the next flaw.  (No I do not see Galvatron's R-wing style Alt mode a 'flaw.'  It's a space craft.  Aerodynamics means very little to a craft that doesn't need an airfoil.  At least to doesn't look like a robot with a plane grafted to its back.)

The line prides itself on having heads that will work with EVERY titan master body.  While true mechanically, there are a handful of sticking points visually.  Namely its Twincast (blaster), Apex (Optimus Prime), and Nucleon (Galvatron).  These three sets have a key difference that sets them apart from say.. Blurr and Hyperfire.  The size of the face sculpt on the head.  While it looks good on those three, and you can switch the heads between the three and it still works, if you put these heads on the other bodies or the other heads on the larger bodies the problem becomes apparent.  The face sculpt makes their heads look far too large on smaller figures, and the other heads look far too small on the bigger ones.  While this is less of an issue on Optimus prime, with his helmet obstructing all but the eyes, on galvatron and blaster.. its.. fairly obvious.

Oh.. and Nightbeat... seriously.. he looks like he smelled something nasty or stubbed his toe... and his vehicle thing is really meh.

Outside of that, each toy of the line is filled with extra play-ability.  From tiny titan master pegs, to weapons that can be removed and 'manned' by the titan masters.  Both lead figures sport a base mode which also can connect to Fortress Maximus's ramps in his base and ship modes.  This is one of the few lines where each additional figure adds additional play value on such an exceptional scale.  And before I forget, rewind and stripes, both legends class figures have a data slug mode that works with blaster, as does the previous line's Buzzsaw figure.  Which is a neat little thing they did.  Wheelie can go frag himself tho.  I have no desire to ever own a wheelie figure.

A final note, if you always entertained that idea that combiners should look bigger than the sum of their parts.. putting them next to this line's base mode figures really sells that imagery.

On a whole I give the starting line a 9/10.  Some minor issues, yes, but the good far outweighs the bad.
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