We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
Post by starscream on May 30, 2012 23:01:32 GMT -5
The time had come. It was clear in the way Starscream walked, moved, and talked. He was Lord Starscream as of the last battle. He went to the command bridge to have Soundwave open the communication lines. Starscream could not wait to address the Decepticons. His Decepticons. After long last he was Lord Starscream (again).
The wings out and higher than normal, the walk slower with an EM field so arrogant it hurt to brush against. The optics looking at each mech that Starscream passed, he came close to, watching to see the reaction. See who needed help with the change.
Coming up to Soundwave’s side Starscream looked at the screen. Only to note Soundwave worked on projects Starscream might only understand half of. No matter the master spy now worked for him.
With an almost unheard vent Starscream jerked his wings to get Soundwave to turn. “I will address the troops now. Open a channel.”
Last Edit: May 31, 2012 22:52:09 GMT -5 by starscream
For the second time in only a few months, Acid Storm was cleaning up the labs, muttering all sort of curses upon the heads of Autobot and Decepticon alike. The Seeker was just eradicating the last traces of some of the more toxic areas when the mech realized that the comm systems were being activated.
Considering who was now in charge, some sort of speech was expected and as much as Acid Storm just wanted to turn off his audios and ignore it, for all he knew there could be a change coming and the Seeker was not fool enough to ignore something that could alter his already low quality of life...
::Steve… Steve. Hey, Steve. You’re in the control room, right?::
::Shut up, idiot. I’m trying to listening, Starscream’s about to address the troops about what happened to Lord Megatron.:: Steve, who was indeed in the control room, currently minding one of the many display screens vital to the ship’s continued listing flight path, was not in the mood for mainlining information to his function-kin. He could feel that internal buzz in the brain-module, humming in the neural net indicative of a waiting multitude hoping to dial in on this conversation. ::You’ll hear it the same as everyone.::
::Um, dude –::
::Do NOT call me ‘dude’ or I will end you.::
::But you heard it straight from Commander Starscream. The Prime killed him? He said it. He said he saw it.::
::Shut up.:: Steve tapped a few keys on the control panel, claws rapping irritably.::There’s been a thousand times mechs SAID they saw Megatron die and they’ve all be wrong every time. An escape pod was missing and is still missing so they set out to look for it. Starscream and the drones have only just got back from looking for any sign of him off ship. ::
::This is like that space bridge slag all over again…::
::Shut up, Bruce. Just shut up and fragging listen.::
::Did you know Barricade’s been brigged for treason?::
::Wait… what? What treason?::
::Yeah, heard it from Max. He was in medical when it went down. Oh wait, did you not know that? Oooh, guess you’ll just have to wait for Screamer to address the troops, smart-guy. Oh by the way, I think Shockwave’s coming around.:: And with that extremely disconcerting note, Bruce disconnected and Steve swore irritably, his signal blocked to the little gearslip. He glanced over his shoulder at the Seeker Commander and felt that usual tug of dread that came with being a trooper: not knowing what command would do next.
((OOC: Ebon, you can open with Screamer addressing troops or more Cons can chime in, placing them around the Nemesis to listen. Posting order might be erratic for this post. Cons can come in and out to comment.))
Last Edit: Jun 15, 2012 12:55:02 GMT -5 by Deleted
Shockwave would not ever say he was happy, or sad for that matter, about anything; of this he was sure. It was within reason, however, if only in the privacy of his own mind, to permit himself to express...'discontent' with a given situation. He was a living, sapient being and therefore it was normal to feel 'dislike' when a plan went awry or, as was the case now, when a certain neon colored scout blew out a certain Core in a certain ship under his watch. Some small part of the science officer was rather chafed at Bumblebee's escape and the damage done to his own system in the explosion, but with the same cool methodical process by which Shockwave compartmentalized any of his stronger emotions, the anger was acknowledged, packed tight, and stored somewhere in his processor he had likely never visited in his entire existence.
As he always did, Shockwave onlined quickly, each step in his awakening activating his systems as swiftly as possible without sending him into shock. Normally, he would snap awake, immediately arise, and begin his scheduled tasks. Now, though, his systems paused at the beta stage - his pre-animate diagnostics detected signs of trauma from the helm and torso regions and were asking to reactivate his pain receptors. The scientist quickly confirmed and braced himself.
Alpha stage reactivated his nervous processes and his single optic blinked solid gold, entering consciousness.
There was pain, yes, but that was a good sign. His nervous system was healthy and according to his diagnostics, he could tell the damage was easily fixable. Just painful was all. The dermal armor and mesh of his chest was peeled and warped and his paint was bubbled where something hot had barely missed him. His neck plates were wrenched out of place and ached sharply, indicating severe whip lash. There were slices and scrapes everywhere else, but he dismissed them as minor injuries he could fix without issue given a few supplies. His inner systems were perfectly fine, except his processor, which throbbed from trauma - he must have been thrown head first into something.
For the size of the explosion, he was relatively untouched. He did not expect the drones to have been as fortunate. They had been much closer to the explosion, and he remembered several of them being dismantled by debris as he shut down.
He wasn't in the Core anymore. He was in medbay, which suit him fine. Except for the fact that he was still damaged. Either he had awakened before repairs, or Knock Out was ignoring a high ranking officer.
He paused in his thoughts.
Knock Out was by no means brilliant, but he was not stupid or neglectful. The latter option was dismissed.
The cyclopian mech moved to sit up, mechanically placing his angled pedis on the ground next to the horizontally placed birth, and checked himself over.
As he began a few medical grade scans of himself, he noticed something odd about his surroundings. It wasn't a physical difference, but an intuitive change and he was reminded yet again that emotion did have some functionality...
A cluster of Vehicons nearby were looking at him expectantly and seemed to be conversing among themselves excitedly. The comms were quiet save the gentle buzz that indicated private frequencies he could not access, and these alone were odd. There were no longer explosions, and apparently the ship was intact, so the Autobots had either been defeated or driven back, although the damage they had inflicted was currently incalculable.
Perhaps that was what had changed, Shockwave concluded. Something had happened, and the Vehicons seemed to think it had something to do with him. There were endless possibilities it could be, though the scientist was certain it had something to do with his inability to protect the Core. He had no one to blame for that but himself and Megatron would not be pleased...
But wondering would do him know good, except only to waste his time and intellect. He needed an accurate, ship-wide status report and so Shockwave opened a comm to Soundwave to request one.
He promptly shut it.
Starscream's face was suddenly leering at him, ever so giddily, from every screen on the medbay walls and the violet mech froze.
It was completely against his own standards that Shockwave's spark lurched in utter, unabashed 'dislike' for that smirk, and yet he could not bring himself to compartmentalize that too.
Knock Out came back from the supply closet to find Starscream's face plastered over every monitor. He kept his response to a small, wry smile. Here we go. This, no doubt, is going to be good.
Of course, officer politics took a back seat to the mountains of work still lying in his medbay, including--
"WHAT ARE YOU--ahem, Shockwave, sir, I'm not done repairing you. I'm terribly sorry, sir, I didn't think you'd online until I was finished and if you would just lie back down I can finish...." Knock Out hurried over, setting down his armful of supplies and trying to crowd the (much larger) scientist back onto the berth. Honestly, he couldn't leave them alone for FIVE KLIKS....
Post by starscream on Jun 19, 2012 23:22:15 GMT -5
[[ooc: lol ok]]
Soundwave gave slight node when the comm were open. It took Starscream a few astir-kilks to start his speech. His wings high and EM field pulsing more arrogance than would have been thought possible.
“Decepticons as I am sure many have heard by now Lord Megatron was offlined by Optimus Prime. The former Lord Megatron’s frame was taken by the Autobots. However there will be a full search. The Autobots will not be allowed to get away with such a barbarian act.”
It was luck the Autobots had been seen and on the Nemesis. A perfect and easy out for what happen. Now Starscream only had to make sure the few smart Decepticons did not ask too many questions. No reason to worry, enjoy the moment was always best.
“We will make the remanding Autobots regret attacking the Nemesis. And do so under new leadership. My leadership! One who was sparked to lead, who knew and learned from the former Lord Megatron. With me, Lord Starscream, the Autobots will fall and at last the great Decepticon army will rule.”
Ok so Starscream knew he had not been able to get rid of the last of the Autobots in the short time before he ruled but surly after such an attack the Autobots would be over confident and would fall all the faster.
Steve was immediately blind-sided by five dozen Eradicon inter-radio pings all of his function brothers immediately trying to comm him to talk, which was about as pleasant as it sounded and he immediately rejected the majority of them queued the rest into conference. The moment he opened up the wavelength glyph-work and chatter hit his processor, disseminating into the voices of most of the older Eradicons, several of whom were quick to inform him that Shockwave was indeed up and running and had been conscious just long enough to hear Starscream’s announcement. Great. Steve immediately started calculating how long it would take the mad genius mortality blackhole that was Shockwave to decide popping of Starscream’s head off would be beneficial to the chain of command.
::I thought you said the investigation was wrapping up?::
::The Autobots *took* his body?! They don’t do that. Autobots don’t do that!::
::Have they contacted the Prime to demand terms for the return of the remains?::
::Apparently if search is ongoing they haven’t been able to contact them. I don’t know. If they still haven’t found Lord Megatron –::
::Soundwave can’t trace his life signal? If Soundwave can’t trace him then he’s gone.::
::Good riddance.::
::Mute it or I’ll tear out your voice box. How dare you!”
::Lord Megatron is not dead. We’ve heard this slag before.::
::Last time Megatron wasn’t spitting transmission fluid and tearing heads off his own soldiers. He killed half a dozen of our drone-kin or did you forget that?::
::Shut up! Until I see a body I don’t buy anything.::
::I hope he IS dead. He’s not the mech who liberated the throttling crèches back on Cyberton. Steve, what do you think?::
But Steve had already disconnected from the inter-radio chat and stepped away from his work station, facing the bridge. He raised an arm in question, various other Eradicons moving to stand behind him, creating a singular mass of them, with Steve at its head, speaking. “Commander Starscream. Why would the Autobots take Megatron’s remains? Have they offered any explanation?”
When Knockout came bustling up to him, Shockwave did not acknowledge his flustered words as he stiffly laid back down. He was too busy staring at the preening fool currently decorating himself in Megatron's credentials and dusting the Decepticon leader's throne on the medbay walls. Surprised he was not, at least that Starscream would take the throne given any opportunity, no matter how tenuous. Rather, he was surprised that Optimus Prime had finally done it - if that particular bit of intel was indeed a fact. Given that was true, Shockwave had many more options for his plans laid out before him made previously unavailable because the rope Megatron's rulership bound him with.
He wasn't hopeful. There was an eighty eight percent chance that Starscream was lying and Megatron's body was not missing because of the Autobots. The scientist knew that this Prime did not work that way, and had Prime killed him, the empty shell would have been left to be found. Previous observation of the Lieutenant's behavior also indicated a constant range in variable behavior in which Starscream's speech consisted of ninety two percent...'bullshit.' Considering a few other factors, such as the infamous example that through no one of his plans has Starscream ever managed to annihilate Cybertron's most famous and powerful of Gladiators before, Shockwave concluded that some other factor contributed to Megatron's disappearance. It was highly probable that Starscream honestly had no idea where Megatron was, or else the Lord's shell would have been paraded proudly throughout the ship. Shockwave, therefore, estimated that Megatron had somehow literally gone missing, either under his own power, or because of a force out of his control. Shockwave was certain, however, considering these facts, that he wasn't dead, nor did Prime have him.
Megatron's disappearance did not faze him, but it was a problem to be fixed. While his death would untie Shockwave's servos and free him to alter the Decepticons' direction, as long as Megatron was in the picture, the scientist's operations could continue undetected. And that was the important concept behind resolving the Commander's eloquent untruths. However, finding Megatron was not on Shockwave's To Do list. He trusted that the likes of Soundwave would already be tracking him down, and that left the violet mammoth free to continue his investigation from a different angle.
So. Why did Megatron leave the ship? Had Shockwave had no explanation whatsoever prepared, he may have considered the Autobots as logical suspects, but first and foremost on his mind was another force, an unknown entity, that he had been wondering at for some time. Megatron had restricted his knowledge on the subject upon his arrival, and now the Decepticon leader was not present.
Excellent.
He had one suspect, and this suspect factored in to not only solving this mystery but unlocking new avenues on his way towards exacting Cybertronian advancement . In his credible opinion, this suspect was an unstudied Unknown Megatron had not bothered to truly research before utilizing it; an ignorant move. If the suspect could be properly examined, its properties and effects exposed, it could not only shed light on the mystery, but its power properly harnessed and, perhaps, used to Shockwave's advantage over both Decepticon 'Lords.' Lo and behold, the perfect mech to interrogate about the suspect was standing right next to him.
"I have been meaning to speak to you," he said coolly, with some trace of thoughtfulness another might attribute sinister qualities to. "Knockout."
Shockwave lay quietly, stony and unreadable, his EM field tight and a blank gray. His single optic was was a burning neon gold, staring. A mostly model patient, it being illogical to resist treatment from a capable and handy medical professional, he was still.
Jetfire froze in the midst of the clustered drones then the visual com-channels opened about the ship. His optics scanned the face, repeated many times over- all leering and in its own way giddy- but not without a certain air of professionalism.
Starscream.
The shock of seeing another familiar face had been enough to stop him mid-sentence, to the relief of the Vehicon he had been harassing. The drone hurriedly scurried away for a better vantage point as far away from the Seeker as soon as it became clear that he didn’t care about him anymore. Jetfire himself towered over the drones and had no trouble seeing in the middle of the room.
Jazz may have been a surprise but, this.
A fellow Seeker, and one he’d been particularly close to as well. The mech’s frame had been updated but he still was very clearly Starscream. What was he doing addressing the troops of their esteemed Lord’s own ship? Jetfire remembered Starscream’s military interest at the beginning of the war, but this seemed a little much.
The fellow Seeker’s speech went straight to the point. “Decepticons as I am sure many have heard by now Lord Megatron was offlined by Optimus Prime.”
Jetfire was taken aback. He’d only been reactivated, and at the very least, his Lord Commander had still been the titanium strong mech he’d remembered before… but before he’d even been able to glimpse him… this? Before the old mech had time to process this entirely, Starscream ruthlessly continued his tirade. “The former Lord Megatron’s frame was taken by the Autobots. However there will be a full search. The Autobots will not be allowed to get away with such a barbarian act.”
This was shocking, but not surprising to Jetifre. He’d been out of touch with the intricacies of the war, the politics and the customs of each side. But if the Decepticon propaganda was to be believed at all, this sort of behavior was expected from the Autobots.
“We will make the remaining Autobots regret attacking the Nemesis. And do so under new leadership. My leadership! One who was sparked to lead, who knew and learned from the former Lord Megatron. With me, Lord Starscream, the Autobots will fall and at last the great Decepticon army will rule.”
Jetfire’s optics widened. He remembered Starscream being more… ambitious than the average Seeker, but this was absurd. It was difficult to imagine Starscream leading anyone- Seekers were a solitary bunch. While Jetfire and Starscream had been on plenty of expeditions together, ground was better covered by individuals taking separate directions.
Still, as he’d noted many a time, and not a klik ago, Starscream had been uncharacteristically ambitious and.. entitled for a Seeker. He’d switched gears shortly before Jetfire left Cybertron for deep-space travel… it seemed he’d been promoted farther in the ranks than the older Seeker could have ever imagined.
Optics scanned the screens, trying to glean more from the situation. He strained his audials to hear any gossip from the surrounding drones. What have you been doing these cycles, old friend?
OOC: Jets isn’t on the bridge, he’s in a different part of the ship, trapped in a small group of Erad/Vehicons.
Well this would be about as fun as cleaning up a strain of mold that grew on rust and could not be killed by a vacuum. One of the stranger parts of Acid Storm's job, one he would very much not like a repeat of any time soon. His memory of being directly under Starscream's command was still fresh in his mind, in the great war Acid Storm was treated like any other Seeker, just another set of wings to crash and burn for the great 'cause' or whatever some 'Cons were always yapping about.
About the only protest Acid Storm could do was interface with his lab's computers and, on what few screens remained unmelted, change the face of Starscream into that of an Earth creature called a chicken. It set a small smirk to Acid Storm's face-plate as he kicked back and listened to the announcement, to which he was already considering starting a pool on when Megatron would return. After all, as much as he disliked his leader, Megatron was not easy to kill or hold down, the bot had stared a god in the face and did not lose processor speed over it. Regardless of Acid Storm's feelings about Megatron, the bot had a nasty track-record for cheating death and without a body or anything short of Megatron's spark-case on display, Acid Astorm would just continue expecting the bot to stroll right on through the nearest hatch and complain that Acid Storm was not working fast enough.
Post by starscream on Jun 25, 2012 23:05:22 GMT -5
When the Eradicon raised his hand Starscream’s wings went down a little and his optics flickered. He could only think how ironic it would be if a food solider was the one to show his story a lie. Time to start the second stage act.
“The Autobots are a race that are dying and will soon be gone. Faster now with me in charge. I will be sure to wipe the Autobots out of existence. I am sure they know the ending is coming. When faced with such a sure fate many lesser mechs become crazy. It seems the only explanation at this time.”
What would be asked next and more important by who. Starscream really did not want to know the answer to either but knew he would answer and move on to the next question or the next mission. After all he was Lord Starscream. And about time too.
The other Vehicons glanced at each other. Steve tilted his head and tried to imagine a scenario in which the Autobot’s extremely up-tight, frowny-faced, and stalwart commander in arms lost his last brain gasket and pilfered Megatron’s corpse as a result. He couldn’t remember the Autobots having ever had a notable history of desecrating the dead for the sake of intimidation. The Decepticons did that sometimes, the scarier outfits, DJD, Squadron X…. those who served on the Nemesis. Steve hadn’t forgotten what had happened to Cliffjumper and the Terrorcons counted double for desecrations of bodies he’d like to think.
Bottom line: Optimus Prime cracking and running off with corpses due to defeat-related stress still seemed unlikely and considering the can of unholy whoop-aft they’d just opened on the crew they didn’t seem that damn demoralized, frankly.
“But...” Steve started again, doubtfully, “if we don’t have…”
::Steve. What the hell? He’s gonna scrap you if you keep talking.::
::There’s no body!::
::So what!? Let the officers fight about it! Let Soundwave sort it out!::
Steve contemplated his loathing for everything… then pinged the rest of the Eradicons to break it up. The small crowd dispersed, some what reluctantly, back to their stations. Fine. Starscream was making a powerplay. Steve, already thinking of Shockwave, Soundwave, Dreadheart, and every other Megatron loyalist on ship, supposed that, yeah, the officers would ‘sort it out’.
Post by starscream on Jun 28, 2012 23:12:11 GMT -5
Starscream looked at the Vehicon as if to say ask more and it is over for you. It seemed the look worked or the chatter was all about how he should shut up. Either way Starscream was pleased when the answer was not questioned more. Starscream was looking forward to when questions about Megatron and Prime were over.