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.
"To the helicopters, then," he said. "I will be flying out separately. I have another bird loaded with a valuable package that you will be airlifting away from here personally. Make sure that it gets to its destination unmolested - your co-pilot will provide you with the coordinates once you arrive at the emergency hanger. Let's move."
Through the haze of smoke and ash they would be able to depart together, with hurried strides. Behind them lay the Decepticon second in command. The grey body was still, crumpled and streaked with char where the blast had exploded across its sleek plating. Energon dripped from the wound and spotted the floor beneath it.
One of the long talons twitched.
The body laughed.
Weakly. But what rose from its torn chest was mocking laughter nonetheless.
The humans were long gone from this place before the darkness itself moved forward.
Smell of blast, smell of ash. Smell of fresh energon, dripping into the dark. The air currents brought it to fine-tuned olfactory sensors. Ravage's tail slashed at the air, his jaw parted slightly. A low growl slipped from between his fangs. Immediately the spy paused; no, he was not dead. No smell of laced explosives, just injury. He was down though, and that was what Ravage had suspected.
Hmmm. Well, a good thing he had followed his concerns and not simply left when he'd finished his job.
Unsettled business indeed, it seemed.
It had settled, flat on his back in the hall. No doubt that was not the sort of settled Starscream had been searching for, of course.
In two bounds, Ravage was at the Starscream's side. His tail swung to the side; the blaster ready to fire on anything that came down the hall.
"Commander," he murmured. "Can you hear me? If so, are you able to stand?"
He hoped so. The idea of dragging the tall silver mech down the hall by his scruff had provided Ravage a moment's personal amusement, but ah well, so not practical. If he couldn't get to his feet, they'd have to figure something else out.
Starscream’s eerie laughter drifted through the hall.
“Oh, yes,” he said. “I do believe I am able.”
With effort he sat up, hauling himself upright with a grimace. He chuckled, then winced and gingerly touched a hand to his chest, where the open and soot–blackened rent across his chassis sparked alarmingly.
“Primus, that smarts!” he hissed.
With an oath Starscream clambered to his feet and staggered sidelong into the wall, unsteady on his long and spindly legs. He braced himself and morbidly dipped a talon into the damage to inspect it.
“Those vile little apes,” he said. His voice was slurred. “That sour–faced little female actually shot me! With something capable of inflicting legitimate harm – a sticky–type propelled grenade of some sort. I wasn’t anticipating that!”
He sounded more surprised by the second observation than the first.
His claw was tipped in violent energon when he withdrew it. It dripped from the curled edges of the gash. Starscream curled his lip at it.
Then he shook his head and looked down at Ravage in disorientation.
“Were you successful in obliterating the data?” he said.
The cat's ears flattened at the sound of Starscream's mirth. That grated a bit along his sensitive audials.
Ravage felt safely assured in believing yes, Starscream would have been more surprised that it had actually hurt him. At least he was able to stand, that was a relief. As the silver mech rose to his feet and staggered up along the wall, Ravage lifted his nose up to the wound, trying to sort out the damage for himself, but the mech had already pushed up and was standing.
Whatever it was, it had been bad enough to get through his plating. Beads of energon dribbled down and gleamed on his talons. Sparks shivered and flew. The cat flattened his ears slightly and then paced near the Air Commander's heels. A low growl rolled out of his chest at Starscream's words; he noted the slur and disorientation.
"She seems the sort," he mused. "I have heard the females are more vicious depending on the time of month. Lucky she did not aim for your head."
Then he shook his head. "As for the servers, yes. Nothing remains. I took the data, and I destroyed the servers behind us. I believe they got out with some things though. I will have to see at a later time my findings."
"What I can do here is done," he told him, with a flick of his tail. "Let us depart, Commander."
"Excellent," rasped Starscream. He flattened his hand over the gash in his chest and grinned. "Heh. Shoot me, will you? I suspect I know what Silas escaped with. We shall review the data you returned to us and confirm if my suspicions are true. But not here."
He looked about himself, wary of the dense smoke in the air. Already the heat was gathering, heavy and oppressive. Breakdown's work in the hanger, most likely. The destruction was reminiscent of the big mech's brutal work. Starscream had instructed him to burn it - to burn everything he touched. Burn the rats in their nest. Burn it all to the foundations.
But not with his Air Commander still inside.
Or Roulette, for that matter. Speaking of which...
He narrowed his optics as he checked his internal chronometer. Ah. She should be free from her restraints by now - courtesy of an Autobot, according to Breakdown's last private comm. Fine. Let the Autobots do the dirty work this time. Starscream did not expect thanks for organizing her rescue. Pah, let Breakdown get the credit for it. For once, this was a deed he did not particularly want credit for, not unless push came to shove.
Starscream pushed off the wall and staggered forward.
"Yes, you're right," he said. "Take point and find us a route from this filthy warren. I suspect we will need to go up, through the old shafts. Your nose shall find fresh air for us. I, for one, have had enough of this place to last a lifetime..."
and wrap...!
Last Edit: Nov 13, 2014 18:29:56 GMT -5 by Deleted