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.
Tucked away in the bowels of the Nemesis, a tiny transformer sat in the quiet rooms set aside for Soundwave’s labs. He sat in utter stillness before the main console transfixed to the data and algorithms flying across the screen. Barely a day or so old, the mechling processed complex equations and multi-layer digital network structures as though he possessed a lifetime’s experience and knowledge. The console light reflected off his optical visor from his unerring star toward the screen.
Mindrazor clicked, in what might have been taken as displeasure by others, upon discovery another trace of hacking or coding left by the former Decepticon, now recycled, Sniper. Rather then simply patching the damages, the mini-drone simply restructured the data paths to be uniformly strong with added protective measures against breaches. Abruptly, the black mechling tilted his helm in thought, halting the rebuilding of the Nemesis’s network, perceiving news from Soundwave regarding Decepticon deployment assigned to distract the Autobots during the Phantom’s energy dump.
Mindrazor trilled with the new knowledge and shifted the console to display a visual commline to transmit a private message from the Nemesis transponder directly to the refurnished receiver on the Phantom.
[[Sending to Unit Designated Fairwinds]]
[[Acknowledge.]]
Last Edit: Jan 10, 2012 18:21:03 GMT -5 by mindrazor
Poking around in the upper atmosphere over Antarctica - the 'hole' in the ozone layer, specifically (and Fairwinds really didn't think it was that big), Fairwinds was bored. And lonely. And, stuck bored and lonely inside the frame of an Ancient warship, she was also driving herself to distraction wondering what was happening on the Nemesis. If Barricade had come back. If movie night had gone ahead this week. If Megatron was still acting particularly psychotic because of what had happened to his sparkmate.
The transmission shattered through her thoughts like a flick on the audio, and her systems trilled. [[Acknowledged and engaged. Who is this? Don't recognize this call sign.]] A digital sigh, and she sent several glyphs for apology and weary regret across the line. [[If this is about a gummy order, I'm, like, out of the office until Monday.]]
The tiny mechling sounded an ascended blop in mild confusion. The nonsensical response was hardly the reply expected from the one responsible for execution of the Fallen warship deployment. Reaching through the database, Mindrazor pulled forth the corresponding datafile for unit Fairwinds and drawing it up parallel to the commline box. He chirped with confirmation from the character profile that such verbal behavior was normal and reinforced by Soundwave's dismissal passing over to Mindrazor.
Regarding the question initially prompted, Mindrazor transmitted back:
[[Soundwave Spark-link Symbiote: Unit Mindrazor sending]]
Dribbles of curiosity trickled through Mindrazor's processor at added glyphs to the communique even though the initial response was sufficient to convey Unit Fairwind's query. Such means of communication seemed excessive compared to Soundwave straight forward mental process. Yet, the mechling studied the glyphs reinforcing Unit Fairwinds message for added meaning with growing interest. Experimentally, Mindrazor mimicked the apologetic glyphs to translate failure to identify self properly as well as attaching visual profile regarding the mechling's appearance.
Last Edit: Jan 11, 2012 20:01:06 GMT -5 by mindrazor
[[You're a symbiote?]] Fairwinds replied, more to affirm through echoing than to query it. Soundwave's harmonics were threaded through the mech's glyphs, but predominantly there was a sense of newness, curiosity and tentativeness. She opened the profile package eagerly and found the same there, chirping to herself with pleasure.
[[Nice to meet you, Mindrazor and, welcome to the 'verse, I guess. Wish I could be meeting you in-mesh, but I'm on a super-critical-important mission... Well, I'm in waiting for the important mission to start, but I'm critically engaged in it. You might know about the Phantom through Soundwave.]] A pause, and the poweful warship fidgeted its flaps. [[How're things on the Nemesis?]]
The mission parameters for the fallen ship flooded symbiote’s processor. Even though the little mech was analyzing the data streams for the first time himself, the knowledge was familiar. A glyph pulsed across the connection to confirm his awareness of Fairwind’s mission and status. An additional glyph piggybacked, again tentatively mimicking the other’s extra expressions, to convene eventually meeting in the physical sense.
[[Unit Fairwind’s query: Unit Starscream return to Nemesis without Unit Barricade. Unit Starscream not forth coming on mission account. Unit Barricade status: MIA. Mission Objective: Possibly compromised. Current Course of Action: Proceeding ahead upon Decepticon Leader orders.]] Mindrazor beeped aloud in the large lab, transmitting the news passed on directly from Soundwave.
Internally, Fairwinds muttered a stream of profanities native to Earth as well as Cybertron. Over the comm. line, however, she restrained her response to a glyph of understanding - though no doubt still emotionally laden. As soon as the outgoing transmission had gone, a new one came in across Megatron's private channel with her. Looked like she was to start heading over to Ukraine.
Megatron's mighty swipe for victory was hours away, and already things were starting to go to scrap. Knowing that a cassette as new as Mindrazor wouldn't benefit from her fretting and muttering, she forced some lightness into her tone and activated her thrusters. Best to act like tomorrow was going to be the same as yesterday, and leave the speculation of who would win and what would happen then for another mecha.
[[I, uh, guess Soundwave's gonna be keeping you pretty busy with comm. traffic and stuff. But, if you can get away, it'd be cool to hang out. I mean, not many Cons on the Nemesis of our framesize, right? We can totally Sus-out on gummies and movies.]]