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.
The man - Max - nodded at Bluestreak. He looked satisfied.
But Nell's question made him tense.
"About two weeks," he said shortly.
Fowler nodded.
"Maximus has been established in an old aircraft hanger to the far north side of the field," he said. "Not everyone on base is made aware that he's here, in order to prevent his identity and location from becoming a commonly known fact. The officers and armoured crews and tank systems maintainers are aware of him. Some of the ammunition specialists and refuellers are. We try to keep his presence on the down low."
Max leaned back in his chair with his arms folded. He said nothing, but his jaw worked from side to side.
There was a quiet knock on the door.
"Just me, sir," said Mercer. He slipped inside, a handful of folders under his arm. "I have the files. Coffee is on its way. I thought you'd like to get a head start on the briefing as soon as possible."
Agent Fowler frowned at his laptop.
"Yeah," he said. "Can you get Collins and Bluestreak up to speed, Lieutenant? I have an email I need to respond to first."
"Yes, sir."
Mercer shut the door behind him and stepped up to the table. He did not sit down, but remained standing at attention with the folders in hand. His manner was sombre.
"Collins, Bluestreak," he said. "What, if anything, do either of you know about the organization known as MECH?"
Bluestreak listened silently to Nell and Fowler's interchange.
Two weeks? Well, all right that hadn't been that long, had it- but there had been that mess back at base. It wasn't something you missed, it had shaken up quite a bit of the base. That was the thing about having so few Autobots here in a very ah- confined space. Things happened, everyone knew. Maybe not all the details but they knew something was up that hadn't gone well.
He glanced up briefly. The other mech's avatar gave every indication he wasn't comfortable being the center of attention while the two humans discussed his presence.
Bluestreak quickly settled his gaze on the table in front of him, looking thoughtful.
Well, okay, it was obvious that Nell hadn't had a clue as to who Maximus was. Max. Well, gosh, at least that sounded a lot better than Blue as a name. Or maybe it just sounded like a lot of human children were named after dogs. Maybe it was the other way around? Bluestreak wasn't entirely sure. He was sure though that he was glad he hadn't tried to come up with a better name on the spot when...
Oh. Oh, wait, whoa, hold on, I forgot- I-
Honestly, he'd just been so surprised about the other mech's presence that he'd totally forgotten that Fowler had introduced him as Bluestreak. He'd totally glossed over it; okay, he'd totally spaced on it because she'd winked at him. Wait, did she know? How could she not know, she had to know what Maximus was.
The discussion in his head chattered. No, she maybe didn't know, right, she had been happy to see me. I mean, she wrote me. Oh wait, had she just found out now?
Worse, somehow was realizing that if she knew, he hadn't told her himself. For some reason that really bothered him. Because he lied to her about being who he was? Well, she'd understand that, she was smart. Smarter than he was, because he couldn't figure out what he was trying to figure out right now. Something. That wasn't it. Maybe it was because of what he'd told Nell when he'd thought Maximus was human.
Out in the lot, the Autobot was slowly sinking lower and lower on his tires. Even his antenna had flattened. The side mirrors tipped downwards. Heat curled up from the strips of tarmac in the distance.
Mercer's appearance made him look up as Fowler turned to his email.
Then what he said made Bluestreak sit up in his chair and pull himself back to the here and now.
He shook his head and frowned up at Mercer.
One quick look to Carly, and then Nell.
"They're dangerous," he said solemnly. His words were careful, not rushed, like he'd thought about this a long time. No chirp, no humor, just concern and worry. "Not just to the Autobots, but to everyone. They're well-organized, well-armed, and they're fishing for capable people to add to their ranks to develop a lot of technology."
He paused then and waited quietly for Nell to answer.
Last Edit: May 14, 2015 0:40:44 GMT -5 by Bluestreak
Well holy shit, to think she had been really watching an Autobot's avatar walking around when she did see Max around base. It didn't bug her too much, which surprised even herself, but then again? This last week had been nothing but surprise after surprise for the mechanic. All of it was definitely pointing to boozing it up first day she had off, even if she did like the Autobots she had met thus far.
After all, she liked chatting with Bluestreak on the way here, she sorta liked the cranky medic that was Ratchet, and even Rook didn't seem half bad.
Still, booze was definitely sounding like a really good idea.
As for now? “Makes sense, Sir.” She replied, albeit a bit slowly. Information like this had to be kept quiet, and Nell wasn't going to go about spreading it around some more. She knew how to keep her mouth shut, and she knew better than to go spreading stuff like this around like peanut butter – which honestly, was why Fowler thought she was a good candidate for working directly with the Autobots paired with her rolling with the punches.
The knock on the door, caused her to look away from Fowler and Mercer was back in the room. Okay, this was going to be interesting. How could it not seeing as Fowler mentioned having Mercer catch her and Bluestreak up to speed? Though one thing was for certain, the somber look on Mercer's face was not a good thing and Nell found herself frowning when he mentioned MECH.
It was safe to say, she hadn't heard about them just yet and she shook her head 'No'.
Though as Bluestreak started to talk and that made her frown deepen. “Well, Jessus fucking Christ.” The specialist thought and the way the Autobot talked? Oh it wasn't good at all and the whole idea of MECH sent shivers up her spine. When it was her turn to speak? Nell swallowed.
“I haven't heard anything about them until today, I can get why I wasn't told much since I just learned about the Autobots at the beginning of this week. From what Blue said though? Not good news at all” Her eyes narrowed for a moment or two. “Given how well organized and well armed they are...Are they former military? Or even current military?” Oh that didn't sound right to her, but it was the only thing she could think of from what little she knew about them.
If anything, Mercer's expression grew even more sober.
"That is exactly the problem we're here to discuss," he said.
He glanced at Agent Fowler, who was preoccupied with his laptop. The soft click of the keyboard filled the silence as Mercer laid the folders down on the table and opened one of them.
"MECH is, in essence, a paramilitary organization," he said. "Their ultimate goal is unknown to us, though we are aware that - as Bluestreak mentioned - they take a keen interest in cutting edge technology."
He swivelled the open folder around and slid it towards Nell.
"This is their leader, a former Special Ops colonel named Leland Bishop," he said. "Years ago he was discharged from the military for an incident that is currently considered to be classified information. He went off our radar shortly after, only to reappear during an attack on a joint military-Autobot convoy a few months back. He is the founder of MECH, and now operates under the codename 'Silas'."
Mercer nodded to Bluestreak.
"You are correct when you say that MECH is well-equipped, its members combat trained," he said. "There is a reason for that. We have come to suspect that the bulk of their recruits are made up of enlisted members of the United States military. As you can imagine, this is a - disquieting thought."
Post by Bluestreak on May 31, 2015 13:56:25 GMT -5
Bluestreak winced slightly, the avatar's fingers closing slightly on the smooth surface of the table. His index finger crooked automatically, seeking the reassurance of a rifle that wasn't there, and for a second the walls seemed to tighten, the whiteboard with the scrawling words seeming closer than it was only moments ago.
Outside. He was outside in the parking lot and the sun beat down. The pavement was hot under his tires, the building was low and squat. Overhead the bowl of the sky was bright blue and the last of the clouds were wisping up and away, burned off by the relentless march towards mid-day.
Inside the bead on Bluestreak's wrist clicked softly with the motion of his fingers. Fowler's keyboard chattered gently, tapping away. The sharpshooter immediately dove back into the conversation. Politely, he didn't eye the folder; that was for Nell and had been pushed to her directly, not to him. Instead he continued to look up at Mercer, unsure.
"Enlisted? You mean you're thinking that there are MECH agents still under your command as well?" the mech blinked. "Oh, that's not good. That means they have access to all sorts of things until you manage to find them, and they're under the command of a man who had a lot of knowledge of how things work here?"
Discharged due to classified information, and then started attacking the Autobots. Wonder if he knew, he must have known what we were, had access from the military or some information. The fact that he's pulled together other forces from here means he has backers, means there are other folks who know Cybertronians are here and he's also pulling in people from civilian points to combine it, researchers? Developers? Military means you know you know the power of a weapon or a system you can't counter, well, I guess everyone knows that but really it means you know more of what's out there that even the civilians don't know. Like, I never knew until I joined up with--- wait.
The black cars- they'd known how to cut, to move. Those people had done this before. He'd been thinking oh, private human security, but now? Not so much.
He wondered if Nell had ever heard of Leland Bishop...
Last Edit: May 31, 2015 14:02:31 GMT -5 by Bluestreak
The more Mercer talked, the more her blood was starting to run cold. This was bullshit, big time bullshit, and she was quiet as a churchmouse as she listed to what was said about this group that had been kept hidden from the public. Just like the Cybertronians arrival on Earth was being kept quiet.
Made sense why, but the whole thing was unsettling in a way. It just made more sense why people did not trust the federal government.
As the folder was slid her way, Nell picked it up, her eyes falling onto the photo that was pinned to the file. The face didn't jog any memory in her mind, and why should it? She had never seen the cold looking man before, and she had never heard of the name Leland Bishop either. As she read the contets of the folder, she continued to listen – until Mercer brought up her own thoughts that bulk of MECH's recruits were made up of enlisted members of the United States military.
“Fuck.” The mechanic muttered under her breath, her eyes lifting from the paper work to glance over at Mercer. “I agree with Bluestreak here, that ain't good at all – do you have any idea on who could be working for him?” She asked. “I mean, just to get an idea on who not to trust?” And then a thought dawned on her, and her eyes flicked over towards the other avatar in the room. “I'm gonna take a wild guess that's one reason why you're here on base?” She asked. “I mean it'd make sense, trying to figure out if theres anyone around Black Rock leaking info...” Her voice trailed off a bit, Fowler did have his shit together, even if he used the weirdest phrases on the planet.
“I hope that's not the case.” Really, she did, simply because from what little she knew about MECH? They were bad news in more way than just one.
Taking a deep breath, Nell tapped her fingers against the file for a brief moment. “What else do I need to know? I might be new to knowin' about Cybertronians and all, but I do know I want to help if I can.” Nell brought up, cause in her opinion? It would be the right thing to do.
"Excellent," said Mercer. "Because this is where you both come in. And our guest, Miss Carly."
He nodded politely at the blonde girl, who blushed again.
Agent Fowler snapped his laptop shut.
"That sounds like my cue," he said. "Thank you, Lieutenant. I believe I can take it from here."
He hunched over his steepled fingers and looked back and forth between Nell and Bluestreak.
"You both hit the nail smack dab on the head when you guessed that we suspect some our own people might be working simultaneously for us and MECH," he said. "And yes. That's bad. Max is on the base for his own reasons-"
Max uncomfortably leaned back in his chair, as if to distance himself from the conversation.
"-But it is indeed part of the reason why Lieutenant Mercer is here," continued Fowler. "To root out some snakes. We can't just hunt them down, however. They're buried too deep. We have to bait them out first, before we can cut them off right at their heads."
Scowling, the big man smacked one fist into his palm. "But to do that we need to figure out who the heads are, exactly. And that means we need to figure out who the recruiters are: the men and women working for Leland Bishop - for Silas - who are luring our good American soldiers into his camp, along with all of their expertise and knowledge. Bluestreak, Carly."
Fowler looked squarely at Bluestreak. "I believe you two have already had one run-in with these people before."
Last Edit: Jun 12, 2015 22:22:47 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Bluestreak on Jun 13, 2015 22:55:30 GMT -5
Bluestreak's gaze had been drawn over to Carly as Mercer spoke. Color flicked across her cheekbones, flushing along her pale skin. He found himself suddenly fascinated, in that- how that touch of color co-ordinated with the motions he understood. She'd done that a few times when they'd first met, ducked her head and looked at the table in front of her, fingers laced together.
The mech wondered if it was just the attention focused on her. If that was the case, he understood it. Well, he thought he did. He was content not to have focus on him during stressful situations. Over the years Bluestreak had found it- it was just easier to deal with a lot of things by rolling a joke. Toss it ahead and it helped lead the way.
However, he was pretty sure that the young woman was feeling a bit overwhelmed by these higher up sorts. Kind of like that when you stopped being a civilian and became a soldier. Really, he didn't think there was any reason for her to be worried. He was pretty sure that she was a better driver than all of the other humans here. The idea of Agent Fowler on a scooter flashed into his processor.
Nah, no, nope, don't think he would have been able to weave in and out of traffic like that. Well, not so gracefully, not like her. Could have kept his course and smashed in a window with a pipe though. I'd put credits on that happening...
It sunk in then, Fowlers last words. At base for his-- well, they were his reasons. That's all that mattered to the sharpshooter.
At the smack of the big man's fist into his palm, the sharpshooter immediately straightened up, his shoulders going as straight as they possibly could. In the lot, the Nissan's tires echoed this gesture, pointing perfectly straight ahead.
Fowler wasn't happy not in the slightest. Bluestreak knew exactly why. He'd seen the damage the Decepticons had done, slinking into cities. Bringing their ideas and drive to change the world. Not that even he hadn't understood - things had to change. It was just how they'd changed and what they'd left in ruins that had stunned him.
This wasn't just about the here and now and what was happening to friends and enemies alike. It was a reflection; watching those holo-vids of one mech who stood up to bring others under his rhetoric. Bluestreak knew where that led.
Bad, bad places.
He'd watched it ruin his home.
“What else do I need to know? I might be new to knowin' about Cybertronians and all, but I do know I want to help if I can.”
Nell's voice. For a moment, there was an old echo, a whisper. Words. I want to help if I can. He'd voiced words like that himself once. but- these were different, special. They came from some other world, some other species, and she wanted to help Cybertronians. So rare to hear, and a surge of gratitude rose in his systems.
Okay. Bait. You baited things that were dangerous. Lured them in to reveal them in the open. Even more dangerous, but it didn't matter. This needed to be done, it needed to be fixed, for all these humans because... It made his internals lurch a bit at the thought. The bead shifted down a bit and bumped along his wrist.
"Yes sir," he agreed, looking the man right in the eye with a solemn nod. "I think we have. Did they end up being someone that used to work here? Or give you any good information on where to start looking when you questioned them?"
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Nell raised her brows at Mercer, really? What did these two have planned? Seriously, she was dying to know and her lips pursed into a thin line for a moment or two.
Well, this was going to be interesting, aint it?
Her eyes flicked over to Carly as the other woman blushed for a brief moment, but she was distracted by Fowler as his laptop was snapped closed. The attention on her made her swallow, especially since he kept looking at her and Bluestreak. She didn't like that the guess had been right, she didn't want to think of good soldiers joining a group like MECH or Silas.
To think she thought terrorists in the Middle East was bad enough, this was just adding another level of fucking shit. Seriously, why did things have to stop being simple? It made her feel a little overwhelmed in a way, knowing that this just added a certain weight onto her shoulders. She wished she could make a call to her dad, and talk to him a bit about this shit – but she knew that just wasn't possible. After all, it would be like spouting off military secrets – and that just wasn't something Nell did.
After all, she kept her mouth shut when it needed to be.
Hearing that Max was on base for his own reasons made her eyes narrow for a brief moment – though it was more of a look of blatant curiousity than judgement. She could possibly understand in a way why the Autobot was here, but only if he let her – and given how he was trying to distance himself from the conversation? She doubt she would be let in on that secret.
Her head bobbed in a slight nod as to that being part of the reason Lieutenant Mercer was there, and she wondered just how hard it was to root out those snakes. It had to be something just about near impossible – afterall, snakes were slippery. Her jaw tightened as she quietly thought. Her remark of wanting to help if she can was an honest one.
If she known that Bluestreak thought they were something special? She'd of punched him in that avatar arm of his and told him to stop being a goddamn sap. Cause it was nothing to the brunette, she just know that helping them out was just simply the right thing to do.
And despite how much she cussed, dranked, and smoked – her father did raise her right.
Nell kept quiet, and her eyes narrowed for a brief moment or two. “What happened, when you two ran into them...?” She asked, her eyes flicking towards Carly and Bluestreak for a moment or two. Her attention was already back on Fowler. “And what do you mean exactly by this being where us three come in?” She asked. She had an idea – but the mechanic wanted to hear the exact words from the horses mouth.
She looked around timidly. "I think I can answer Miss Collins' first question, if that's all right?"
Agent Fowler gestured for her to continue. Carly sat up in her chair and cleared her throat.
"Not long ago I was approached by some MECH recruiters," she said. "I was working at Rolls-Royce at the time. I sort of played along for a bit, because the whole thing seemed a little strange and I was curious to know what they were really after. I didn't know they were part of some sort of terrorist group! I just thought they were headhunters, like from a rival company! Boy, was I wrong."
She laughed without humor. "They took offence when I eventually declined their offers, and came after me. It was only thanks to Bluestreak here that I got away. Oh! And Wash. Wash too."
Carly passed the Autobot a sweet smile.
"Anyway, they put me in contact with Agent Fowler, and here I am today! Quietly pissing myself at the thought of facing those guys again. But I want to help, so, um…"
She trailed off nervously and sank back into her chair.
A moment of awkward silence followed.
"Well, that brings us to the present again," said Fowler. "Bluestreak, to answer your question: yes. We do suspect that many of these recruiters were former military folk, or else worked closely with us as civilian contractors. We have a few leads on their identities thanks to several informants, one of whom may or may not be a total crackpot. Unfortunately, the situation is serious enough that we need to act on whatever scrap of intel we can get."
He heaved a sigh and rubbed a hand over the top of his head. "I know this ain't exactly what either of you signed up for. I know that you're not trained to do undercover work. But Miss Carly has specifically asked for your help in this, Bluestreak. And as for you, Collins, well…"
Fowler looked at her squarely. "We have reason to believe that MECH has already sniffed at your personnel file. If they're planning to approach you like they approached Miss Carly, then I'd like to take advantage of that."
Post by Bluestreak on Jun 16, 2015 22:18:56 GMT -5
The same words she'd offered, back at her little house. The one with the garage with the really nice windows.
Bluestreak had enjoyed sitting there for a long moment with the Coke between his hands. It had just reminded him of those days back before things had gone sideways, sitting with a friend or two. Which was funny because things weren't great but it was the house itself, no weapons thrown in the corners or furniture arranged for a line of defense.
It had just been something he didn't realize he'd missed until he saw it in front of him. Not to mention her friendly words, her thanks, her---
He smiled back at her, throwing the young woman a reassuring easy grin. What he really wanted to do was step forward and say no no no, hey, no need to be nervous, you're doing fine, you handled those guys like a pro. Yeah, he understood, easier to be bolting along and dodging traffic than standing up in a room of higher-ranking officers and all that.
Oh. Whoa, wait, wait back up back up reverse reverse beep beep beep hello you idiot, that's a one way street, whoa, reverse and all that - Carly knew who Wash was? There was a moment where outside the Datsun was on tire tiptoe as if he was going to bounce straight in the air, and then he sunk down over splayed tires, utterly flabberghasted. Which was good because it allowed him not to gape his mouth like a trout in front of the entire room. Including the potted plant.
The Datsun's engine spluttered and choked for a second as if it had flooded.
Seriously, Wash? he thought, seriously?
However, after a few seconds, all he could do was laugh to himself, the sound bouncing around his cab with relief. She knew, and she was okay with them and huh I wonder how long she's known, aw, who cares, right, she's not upset I hope and it saved me from trying to explain things because I stink at explaining these things. Dangit Wash, thanks a lot for not telling me.
Well, I can totally laugh at it now, that's awesome, it means that she's okay with me, but I bet he's going to laugh his head off when I see him again.
It was fine, he'd totally laugh with him. Maybe push him off the road one of these times but hey, he deserved that. Nothing dangerous of course, but he could eat a bit of Nevada dust.
Fowler did bring him right back to the present, and he straightened his shoulders a bit.
Crackpot? Wait, I wonder if that guy out in the shack got in touch with him. I guess he qualifies as a crackpot. Maybe it's not the same guy. There's a lot of crazy people in Vegas, Wash says so. They drive a little crazy, but eh, at least they're friendly.
"That sounds tough, sir. It's one thing to deal with them on the outside but when they're already in, erk. Yeah, serious is right, I can't- huh, undercover work?" he echoed. "Oh um, no but, wait-- you did?"
He looked over at Carly with a blink of surprise. There was no rifle to lift, no stock to steady him. His hand came up and started to touch where his chevron might have been before sliding back and running through his short hair. It lingered on the back of his neck, a smile slipped back out on his avatar's face.
"Yah, whatever you need," he said, honestly totally amazed she'd asked for him, not Wash---then the mech realized he'd better say that to Fowler. Wow, he was on a roll today, good job, Bluestreak.
His hands quickly dropped to his sides. "Yes sir. Absolutely. Whatever you need from me. I get it---"
Bluestreak glanced over at Nell. He quieted, immediately looking serious again. That didn't sound good, but he didn't think she'd even bat an eye at it. She was more military than he was, for sure.
Still though, he was concerned. The idea of Nell getting run off the road or worse - and caught by MECH would be worse. He had no doubt that they had no qualms with anyone who said no to them. Life was life and if you didn't care about it, well... ugh. It really bothered him. Not that she couldn't take care of herself but that was just him, he supposed.
Nell glanced over at Carly as the woman mentioned she thought she could answer her question.
The mechanic listened carefully, she was silent and gave small nods to show she was in fact listening. “Fuck.” Nell muttered under her breath as the other woman mentioned that she had thought they were simply headhunters from a rival company. Her eyes flicked towards Bluestreak for a brief moment, then back towards Carly.
“Good thing the guy's were there then.” There was a small offered smile and really? She seemed nice, normal and the typical civilian. The sort of people that should be relaxing and not have to deal with this MECH crap. Though at the mention of Carly facing those guys again? Well, her eyebrow slowly raised.
What? Why was she going to be meeting with them again? Shit, if her guesses were right...That meant there was going to be something coming that she wasn't expecting – but what was new when it came to meetings with Fowler?
One thing was for certain, there was a lump slowly growing in her throat and she was mostly quiet safe for the 'mhms' and the questions she asked previously. Hearing about the suspicions they had wasn't good at all, but at least they had leads on their identities thanks to several informants – even if one of them may be a total crackpot. Of course, she had no idea that she knew a MECH recruiter herself.
“That makes sense, Sir.” Nell commented when it came to acting on any scrap of intel. She wasn't just saying it either, because from the sounds of it? MECH needed to be put to a screeching halt sooner rather than later.
And of course, the topic went onto her and Nell was looking at Fowler with an 'Oh, Fuck no.' look if there ever was one. “You're kidding me.” The woman voice, and she looked just a little bit pissed off that MECH was taking a look at her file. “If they approach me I swear to God I'll be breaking noses and unhinging jaws cause I am not going to put up with their goddamn shit.” And if they dared try to bully her by threatening her family? Yeah, Nell wasn't going to play nice and if Fowler expected her to? It was not happening.
She took a deep breath and her eyes narrowed for a moment or two. “If I have to though? Just make sure nothing happens to my dad and brother – cause last thing I'd want is for them to get involved in this crap. Better yet last thing I want is for my dad to call me up and going on and on about how he told me he didn't want me to join the army in the damn first place.”
Agent Fowler had turned to Bluestreak. However, at Nell's outburst he regarded her gravely instead.
"Specialist Collins," he said.
He leaned forward onto the table, his hands laced together in front of him. The gruffness was gone from his voice. He spoke clearly, his words dark and precise.
"You need to understand something critical about MECH: they will not come in punching. They will not treat an encounter as if it were a schoolyard brawl. They will not 'give you shit.' If they want to hurt you, they will simply kill you, quietly and efficiently, exactly as they have been trained to. They will know where you live, and they will not come blustering in. You will never see it coming. You will be dead, and your family will be left alone with a shattered household and a lifetime to grieve your violent death, because MECH knows that is what will cost them the most in the long run, both emotionally and financially. I would not worry about your family right now. I would be more concerned about your own welfare, and how badly you might ruin it through careless words or actions."
Fowler kept his gaze pinned upon Nell for a moment longer to let that sink in. Then he settled back again and glanced around the table.
"Bluestreak, thank you," he said. "Good to have you aboard. Now, if you both are ready, I'd like to give you the rundown on what this hoopla is all about. Lieutenant Mercer, will you explain what plans are on the table?"
"Yessir," said Mercer.
He straightened and nudged his glasses. "In essence, we'd like to bait a trap. Ideally we intend to split the pair of you into two teams, in order to maximize our chances of luring out a MECH recruiter - cast a wider net, so to speak. Specialist Collins, you and Max will be working together in the first team. We know that MECH is deliberately searching for trained personnel with experience in working with more sophisticated military-grade vehicles, which is the reason we suspect they were probing your files to begin with, Collins. Max will operate under the guise of a dissatisfied high-level security officer looking to defect. It is a role I believe you have experience with, Max."
Max reluctantly nodded.
Mercer turned to Bluestreak and Carly next. "Bluestreak, you and Miss Carly will be directed towards a similar recruiter as the ones you encountered in Las Vegas. We know that not all of them were rounded up after the, er, car crashes. I will be accompanying you, as another dissatisfied officer with, ah… known financial difficulties. My task will be to convince them that I 'persuaded' Miss Carly to reconsider their offer. Bluestreak, you will mostly be there to look intimidating, and to keep Miss Carly safe."
He arched a dark brow. "Seem clear enough so far?"
Last Edit: Jun 17, 2015 16:55:27 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Bluestreak on Jun 17, 2015 21:54:24 GMT -5
Under the blazing Nevada sunshine the silver car inched a few milimeters to the left. The hot pavement underneath Bluestreak made his tires squeak softly.
Inside, the avatar had gone still and quiet and his blue eyes were a bit grave and distant.
Fowler's words filled that small room. The white board in the back seemed to reflect them back at all of the beings standing there, both real flesh and blood and solid projections of light. They were words that Bluestreak understood because he'd heard similar ones ever since Praxus had fallen into smoking rubble.
Switch the word Decepticon for MECH. You need to understand. If they want to hurt you, they will kill you. No quarter given.
That's what he realized was bothering him. Was churning his internals until they felt as cold as ice. This conflict was a mirror, a reflection of their own conflict to him. In different ways, perhaps, different moments. It wasn't on the scale of their own, it hadn't spanned millions of years. It wasn't an exact parallel, no, there were very different reasons, of course, but...
Yeah. That.
He worried about everyone here, but for some reason, he rather worried most about Nell. She was bright, forward, funny and tough. That said, she seemed to have no fear, was direct. Her riding with him had been terribly brave. She hadn't really seemed to bat an eye.
But Nell was human, she was as fragile as all living organic things. Cybertronians could survive vicious, terrible injury, they could cap off lines and shut down. He'd seen mechs ripped nearly in half get back up and continue forward. Humans simply didn't have that.
Not that a lot of mechs lived through that ripping in half thing, but there were a few.
"Yes sir," he murmured, and straightened up. "Ready, absolutely."
His attention quickly was on Mercer. Bait a trap, yes, that had been already offered. As the man explained his plans, the mech nodded thoughtfully. He understood it, and there was a bit of relief that went through him at the fact that Maximus was going to go with her, and...
A role he had experience with? Why would that-
He didn't have time to roll it over in his head, but he tucked the thought away for later to think about. It would probably show up at the late hours of the morning when he really should have been in shut down, but that's when most things reared up. Bad hour of the day.
Okay, okay. Going to that same area, similar recruiter, got it. Makes sense. So does the financial difficulties, right, selling out, explaining to someone why they should sell out for credits.
"Right, got it, I can do that," he agreed, even though part of him sort of leaned back a little in his head and stared dubiously at himself. They wanted him to look intimidating? Nell, Maximus, and Fowler could probably stop someone in their tracks by clearing their throat. He sure wasn't that sort.
In fact he was pretty sure that out of everyone in this room he was right on par with the tree in the corner as far as his ability to intimidate anything. Oh boy.
But...
"Keep her safe," he repeated. "Yes sir, it's totally clear."
As angry as she was hearing that MECH had been looking into her own file, Fowler's words were enough to set her straight – or at least for the most part. A slow sigh left the specialist, her eyes flicking downwards for a brief moment before she nodded her head. “...Yes, Sir.” She muttered softly. “It still pisses me off, though and I can't help that part of it.” She told the agent honestly, and really – who could blame her for her outburst?
After all, she was used to actual fights and she was used to the enemy being somewhat visible. Quiet and efficient kills weren't exactly something she was used to, and she never actually had to kill someone herself either. Considering overseas her job was getting the vehicles fixed quickly while others covered her? There was no surprise there, just as it was no surprise how she handled most threats with swears and her fists.
Really, if she knew Bluestreak was already worrying about her most? She would of punched him in the arm and tell him she could handle herself. She was fearless, to an extent. When it came for her brother and father? The woman did worry for them because while a brutal murder would break them – theirs would break her. If MECH wanted her enough? Threatening her with going after her family was one quick surefire way to get her into their pockets. Granted, she would end up letting Fowler know if such a thing happened – and find a way to keep the two men safe, but still.
Sitting up a little straighter, the brunette glanced towards Mercer when Fowler asked him to explain what plans were on the table.
Her lips were pursed into a thin line, she wasn't sure about working with Max simply because she didn't know how they'd work together. Who knows what time will tell with that, but hopefully their personalities would mesh well enough. She knew her's and Bluestreaks did, but it made since why he was being partnered up with Carly.
Biting the inside of her cheek, she listened to what Blustreak, Mercer, and Carly would be doing – and the friendly Autobot definitely did not seem like the sort to pull off intimidating. At least he could possibly work on that, ask for pointers on how to pull off intimidation, and he would protect the other woman just fine.
“If Mercer, Blue, and Carly are goin' to potentially lure out a recruiter that way, how would somethin' similar work with Max and I?” She finally spoke. “Are we going to be stickin' around base to lure out someone who's possibly here or somewhere else...?” It was an honest question and she knew more about what the other team was going to be doing than her own at this point in time.
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