Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 11:59:50 GMT -5
PLAYER INFO
Name/Alias: Rave
IM/E-mail: 1kitsunehime1@gmail.com
Age: 22
Where did you find us?: Affiliate hoping
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Vega
Age: Late 30's/ Early 40's
Gender: Femme
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Decepticon
Original Occupation: Astronomer/Astrophysicist
Occupation/Specialization: Navigations officer/ Weapons repair
Appearance: Standing roughly at Starscream's shoulders but with half over the width of him Vega is certainly a large femme.
Her frame is thin around her torso, thighs, and upper arms but bulks at her shins and forearms. Her hands are also proportionately sized with five clawed digits each. The wings of her alt mode rest flat against her back akin to a cape in fashion. They are stationary and unable to emote as some other fliers may. Three spine like finials on either side of her head have the honor of that ability. Framing her softly angular face are two thin strips that taper down from her helm, converging in a wide and short point in the center of her brow plate. Running parallel along the top of her helm are two ridges, low and subtle from a front angle but clear cut and sharp from a profile or behind. Vega's optics are a burning shade of red, striking against her deep onyx black paint stripped with red and grey on the back of her forearms, her legs, and along the edges of her wings. The Decepticon sigil adds a sharp purple to her color scheme mirrored at the edge of both her wings.
Altmode: F-11 Tiger
History: Vega and her two other "siblings" - who's names she can't recall after so long - were commissioned and onlined to aide in the study of space anomalies. It was a rather boring start to life, as nothing of value was happening. A comet here, some space debris mistaken for extra terrestrial life there. Vega found little excitement in those trifles but the great beyond itself was truly fascinating. She spent day after day pouring over anything she found becoming so lost in her studies she had all but forgot the outside world. But it always had a funny way to bring her back in.
The implement of the caste system would have gone by with little to no reaction from her if the outcry over it hadn't been so fierce. So many were upset but almost none wanted to do nothing about it. They just wanted to complain for the sake of complaining. Vega did her best to ignore them, she wasn't all together too fond of the castes herself but she didn't feel useless words would be of any help. She buried herself in other fields of study in an attempt to settle herself and push the world around her out. And when that didn't suffice she found more than enough satisfaction in a good spirit and her close friend Steelstrike. Aside from the occasional morning spent in a storm drain after an evening of their usual drinking life was fairly simple and easy. That was when action was finally taken.
Someone was getting attention drawn to themselves, claiming justice would be served for those wronged by this corrupted system. More words. Vega paid it no mind as she did the others before him. Then he finally took action; several places razed to the ground in order to add legitimacy to his speech. And Vega took full notice. While thousands mourned over the loss Vega saw change. The world around them was taking notice and changing because of this one mech who wasn't afraid to do something. Vega was more than willing to support such a cause.
The more things changed the more the world around took notice of it. Slowly more and more were coming to support the side of legitimate change. The council had even taken notice and had come to a decision on the matter... the wrong decision. What was revolution became war and Vega was not about to be left behind. Swiftly joining the cause she was put to use and combat training instantaneously. To her great surprise she was not only talented - if not extremely sloppy - in combat but found a sort of joy in it.
Off the field she offered her assistance in mapping and pin pointing locations that had any potential uses for the Decepticon army. As well as slowly picking up and by trial and error learning the ins and outs of the weapons that soldiers carried with them. After much practice she grew fluent in repairing any damage their equipment took in battle. On occasion she'd see combat herself but it was usually accompanied by others, at least three others would join her to ensure safe travel.
But it wouldn't be enough on this venture.
She knew it was far more dangerous than anything else she'd done thus far. Attempt to find any land that could be used in the sea of rust? But Vega liked the challenge and if it meant giving an upper hand to the Decepticons it was a small risk if any. She was accompanied by four others on this venture, three of which would be taking to the air with her. Why the ground pounder was there she didn't know but didn't wish to question her superiors on their choices now.
It began smoothly, the usually unrelenting land mass oddly calm as they flew overhead. She should have been more suspicious, but unfortunately hind sight is always 20/20. Soon the weather drastically shifted and the group was separated, Vega struggling to stay airborne before being forced to the ground. Her leg split open upon impact the pain clouding her systems so intensely her system nearly shut down to reset itself.
Once her body acclimated to the pain she began hobbling in the direction they'd flown from. Or at least where she thought they had. The crash had completely thrown her off, she had no idea which way to go and the storm wasn't going to let up any time soon. She eventually found another member of the squadron, unfortunate enough to have died upon impact with the ground. She staggered around for hours nearly bleeding out until - ironically - the grounder found her.
Barely conscious she followed him to relative safety, where he did his best to fix her up and keep her alive while her systems did the rest. They spent nearly two days and half of a third waiting for the storm to ebb enough for the large mech - Bunker as he called himself - to leave their makeshift burrow to try and find help. He returned a day and a half later with nothing but grime to show for it. Seemed the Decepticons had much more important matters at hand to pay any heed to two MIA soldiers. All they could do now was stay alive and hope that some good fortune fell into their laps.
Survival was difficult but in time it became systematic to them. As she recovered Bunker busied himself with locating fuel as well as attempting to contact the outside in any way he could. Anything to get them out of this blasted place. Once her recovery was finally at it's end she too began to forage for anything to aide in their survival. Time and time again they traveled from shelter to shelter like nomads in order to better their chances. Then Vega made a discovery.
They had moved inland several days ago hoping it would yield more fuel. Vega had half flown half limped to the ship depot roughly six kliks away from their shelter hoping to yield something from this rather risky move. It wasn't fuel she found but something certainly worth her time. Among the damage of the long forgotten bay was a communications relay, damaged but still salvageable. Given time and the proper materials Vega could easily repair and bring the unit back into working order. They could finally get out of this hole they'd settled into. Slowly but surely they would be free.
The process of repair was tedious with most of the parts having to be reformed from something else entirely or completely forgotten if they weren't as important to the end goal. After much bickering and compromise they finally had a working unit and quickly found an operable channel. The message they received wasn't very hopeful. The planet was dying and the Autobots were staging an evacuation in just a few days. They'd run out of time; they needed to find a way back on their own or else be left behind to die. They wasted no time and near immediately began to journey away from their shelter. With no heading to go by they turned north and hoped for the best. With air superiority on her end Vega swiftly lost track of her long time companion, and to this day still does not know if he made it out or otherwise. But she had her own survival to think about. She has no idea how long she spent flying this way or that pausing to rest her aching leg or to search for fuel but all she knew is it was far too long. She was alone, on a dead planet with no real way to contact anyone for help.
She'd made it out of the sea of rust but with nothing to show for it but dust. Again she conformed to a nomadic life style, hoping city to city for scraps to survive. In time she'd make her way to Kaon, hoping something of substantial value was there for her.
Personality: Vega - upon a first glance - doesn't seem to be the kind of femme to run around with the psychopaths that stereotypically come to mind when someone mentions the Decepticons. She's in fact a rather polite and soft spoken lady with a very calm and collected air about her. She very rarely gets upset - at least to the point it shows - and seems to have boundless patience. It wouldn't be beyond her to greet even her enemy with a polite smile.
However, as deceiving as her outward appearance is, she is still very much a Decepticon. And would rather die then have anyone believe otherwise. Vega is fiercely loyal to the cause - though she's much more muted and subtle with her loyalty unlike others she knew. She holds the utmost respect for her superior officers and if commanded to jump she will without question. She is far from afraid of getting her hands dirty - with spilled blood or otherwise - and even seems to find a sort of delight in it. Even with her polite attitude and soft voice there's always an unsettling undertone to her, as if she's plotting what the best way to kill someone might be as she's speaking with them.
Vega has a very bleak - or as she calls it "sensible" - outlook on the world around her as a whole. She approaches most things with a very pessimistic attitude, believing anything can - and knowing her luck WILL - go wrong. Thus she's very cautious and alert, always trying to be ready for what may come her way. In this vein she's quite paranoid. Vega loves competition, the thrill of combating against another for supremacy. She is a graceful loser and winner however the journey to either destination can be a turbulent one. She is not going down without a fight.
Self destruction is nothing new to her. She's done plenty of terrible things to herself in this life, and even now her worst habit - drinking like a damn fish - is still with her to this day. She knows it's bad but also doesn't entirely care. The whole world came to an end, anyone could die at any minute at this rate, what's the point in betting concerned about something like an addiction? Whatever helps you through to the next day or takes the edge off she says.
Likes:
Space: Vega spent her entire life studying the great beyond and had thus gained a very strong love for it. Though to others it comes off as an obsession. And they wouldn't exactly be wrong. When she actually has free time on her hands she likes to stargaze.
Chess: Earth is a rather boring place, but after some digging on the earthling's information web she found the so called game of kings. It's quite relaxing to play and she does so a lot.
Weaponry: Ever since Vega could remember she's always loved weapons. Taking about them, using them, or even just appreciating them from a far. The bigger the better as far as she's concerned.
Silence: As such a rare commodity it is when she does find it she indulges in it without guilt. It helps her to gather her thoughts and reflect on things that may be troubling her.
Open spaces: Vega is a flier, she needs to stretch her wings once in a while or she begins feels claustrophobic.
Fights: Vega takes pleasure in fighting with the enemy. If it results in a kill then it's all the better.
Steelstrike: Quite easily her best friend, thank Primus he's here.
Dislikes:
Earth: This boring, disgusting dirt ball. Why did they have to come here of all places?
Autobots: Foolishly hopeful weaklings. Words mean nothing without action, peace is not real.
Cloudy/Rainy Weather: It's rather depressing and a real pain to try and navigate in. It's even worse at night. You can't see the stars!
Poor manners: Civil war is no excuse to forget one's manners.
Cold climates: It's so uncomfortable and if it's too cold it aggravates her leg.
When her leg acts up: It hurts, a lot and it really irritates her when she has to stop and rest it just to keep moving.
Strengths/Weapons:
Alert: Vega is always watching her surroundings, trying to anticipate what may happen next.
Dexterity: Vega's lithe frame allows her to be very dexterous and quick on her feet much like others that share her build.
Keen eye: Vega has very good eye sight, making her a very good shot with the pistol she carries on her. This also allows her to pick up minor details and see things farther away then others can.
Adaptable: Once she has the lay of the land Vega can use it to her advantage.
Pistol: Vega's weapon of choice, a standard grade pistol. It's nothing special, it does what every pistol does. Medium to short range shot and light to medium armor piercing but it holds a special place in her spark.
Weaknesses:
Old wounds: Vega's injury to her leg hampers her if she is on it for too long. It could even potentially lock up on her for a few moments.
Weak armor: Where Vega's armor gives her a quicker step it lacks greatly in actually giving her a solid defense. Specifically around her joints.
Not my true forte: Vega can fight, she was trained to do so almost immediately upon joining the Decepticons. But she wasn't built for it, at least not to do it alone.
Long range combat: Vega can't really cover the far ground, she's more of the up close and personal kind of fighter. Especially since all she carries is a pistol that isn't exactly the quintessential long range weapon of choice.
Special Skills:
False sense of security: When the situation calls for it Vega can really play up the polite and "defenseless" act in order to have her enemy drop their guard.
Elementary my dear: Vega is at her very core a scientist, and she has the knowledge to support that. Though her main task was the study of space and it's oddities she branched out to study several other topics as well.
MacGyver: Having spent a VERY long time abandoned on Cybertron Vega has learned to turn almost anything into something usable. Give her a rock and some time and she'll give you a weapon fit to defend yourself with.
Say hello to my little friend: Vega has fired her fair share of weapons in her day, but she's taken a high fondness to the pistol. She always carries her own safely tucked away at her hip. The weapon itself is fairly standard, medium armor piercing capabilities with a not too spectacular range. But it gets the job done and is certainly better than the gun that came with her new alt mode. While the latter has a much better spread and range it's far weaker by comparison only able to pierce weak armor.
I'm gonna knock you out: What she lacks in raw power Vega more then makes up for it with precision and speed. In close quarters combat she can certainly hold her own, at least until help comes. She may not hit terribly hard but she knows where to hit in order to make it count.
Gun nut: Vega has spent nearly her entire war career learning about and fixing weaponry. She enjoys this thoroughly.
Extra Info: I blame Ren for this
Sample RP:
"Bishop E2 to H5."
The ever present menacing rumble of the Nemesis seemed distant. The engines drowned out in her intense focus. One clawed digit tapped impatiently on the table as she waited for her opponent to make his next move. In hindsight she probably shouldn't have been sitting awake at.... three in the morning, but rest was the furthest thing from her mind right now. Victory was in reach.
Vega carefully watched as her enemy moved again, claiming another of her pawns in the wake of a rook. Her mouth pressed into a thin line at the loss but otherwise she didn't waver. The fall of one couldn't effect the others. Her "soldiers" needed direction and Vega wasn't about to cloud her judgement now. The sole light of the data pad illuminated her face as she scanned the field of battle, plotting her next move with care.
Her opponent was skilled - she could at least admit that - thus this game could end either way. But she'd be damned if she lost now.
"Knight C4 to D7."
Steadily the knight crossed into enemy lines sweeping his opposite off his white steed in the process. Several more exchanges were made in the course of the battle. Vega losing four more pawns and her previously victorious bishop in the fray. Her opponent had suffered an equal amount of loss with three pawns and both of their bishops rendered null. Vega rubbed tiredly at the side of her face, she would really like to just go to sleep at this rate. If only her damned competitive nature would allow it.
Then her opponent left themselves open.
A gap in their defenses, just wide enough that if she played it right would finally bring an end to this bloody game. And oh did she plan to extort it. With a grin she began pulling her men back in the hopes that her enemy would follow and attempt to cash in on her sudden lapse in judgement. And he certainly did. Now the king was left unattended, sitting alone on his throne hoping his men would successfully defend him. He had placed his hopes in the wrong soldiers. Swiftly Vega lunged at the opportunity, swiping at her opponent's exposed neck.
"Queen E2 to E6."
Silently she made her way to his court, left empty by the false withdraw. Her enemy fell at her feet, rolling onto his side as he breathed his last. Vega smiled as victory was finally claimed. The cost of it had been hefty with the loss of many but their end goal had been achieved. She carefully tapped at the screen once more the room falling into darkness as she powered the data pad down.
"Ashes to ashes."
Now she and her men could rest easy this night.
The white king had finally fallen.
Name/Alias: Rave
IM/E-mail: 1kitsunehime1@gmail.com
Age: 22
Where did you find us?: Affiliate hoping
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Vega
Age: Late 30's/ Early 40's
Gender: Femme
Species: Cybertronian
Faction: Decepticon
Original Occupation: Astronomer/Astrophysicist
Occupation/Specialization: Navigations officer/ Weapons repair
Appearance: Standing roughly at Starscream's shoulders but with half over the width of him Vega is certainly a large femme.
Her frame is thin around her torso, thighs, and upper arms but bulks at her shins and forearms. Her hands are also proportionately sized with five clawed digits each. The wings of her alt mode rest flat against her back akin to a cape in fashion. They are stationary and unable to emote as some other fliers may. Three spine like finials on either side of her head have the honor of that ability. Framing her softly angular face are two thin strips that taper down from her helm, converging in a wide and short point in the center of her brow plate. Running parallel along the top of her helm are two ridges, low and subtle from a front angle but clear cut and sharp from a profile or behind. Vega's optics are a burning shade of red, striking against her deep onyx black paint stripped with red and grey on the back of her forearms, her legs, and along the edges of her wings. The Decepticon sigil adds a sharp purple to her color scheme mirrored at the edge of both her wings.
Altmode: F-11 Tiger
History: Vega and her two other "siblings" - who's names she can't recall after so long - were commissioned and onlined to aide in the study of space anomalies. It was a rather boring start to life, as nothing of value was happening. A comet here, some space debris mistaken for extra terrestrial life there. Vega found little excitement in those trifles but the great beyond itself was truly fascinating. She spent day after day pouring over anything she found becoming so lost in her studies she had all but forgot the outside world. But it always had a funny way to bring her back in.
The implement of the caste system would have gone by with little to no reaction from her if the outcry over it hadn't been so fierce. So many were upset but almost none wanted to do nothing about it. They just wanted to complain for the sake of complaining. Vega did her best to ignore them, she wasn't all together too fond of the castes herself but she didn't feel useless words would be of any help. She buried herself in other fields of study in an attempt to settle herself and push the world around her out. And when that didn't suffice she found more than enough satisfaction in a good spirit and her close friend Steelstrike. Aside from the occasional morning spent in a storm drain after an evening of their usual drinking life was fairly simple and easy. That was when action was finally taken.
Someone was getting attention drawn to themselves, claiming justice would be served for those wronged by this corrupted system. More words. Vega paid it no mind as she did the others before him. Then he finally took action; several places razed to the ground in order to add legitimacy to his speech. And Vega took full notice. While thousands mourned over the loss Vega saw change. The world around them was taking notice and changing because of this one mech who wasn't afraid to do something. Vega was more than willing to support such a cause.
The more things changed the more the world around took notice of it. Slowly more and more were coming to support the side of legitimate change. The council had even taken notice and had come to a decision on the matter... the wrong decision. What was revolution became war and Vega was not about to be left behind. Swiftly joining the cause she was put to use and combat training instantaneously. To her great surprise she was not only talented - if not extremely sloppy - in combat but found a sort of joy in it.
Off the field she offered her assistance in mapping and pin pointing locations that had any potential uses for the Decepticon army. As well as slowly picking up and by trial and error learning the ins and outs of the weapons that soldiers carried with them. After much practice she grew fluent in repairing any damage their equipment took in battle. On occasion she'd see combat herself but it was usually accompanied by others, at least three others would join her to ensure safe travel.
But it wouldn't be enough on this venture.
She knew it was far more dangerous than anything else she'd done thus far. Attempt to find any land that could be used in the sea of rust? But Vega liked the challenge and if it meant giving an upper hand to the Decepticons it was a small risk if any. She was accompanied by four others on this venture, three of which would be taking to the air with her. Why the ground pounder was there she didn't know but didn't wish to question her superiors on their choices now.
It began smoothly, the usually unrelenting land mass oddly calm as they flew overhead. She should have been more suspicious, but unfortunately hind sight is always 20/20. Soon the weather drastically shifted and the group was separated, Vega struggling to stay airborne before being forced to the ground. Her leg split open upon impact the pain clouding her systems so intensely her system nearly shut down to reset itself.
Once her body acclimated to the pain she began hobbling in the direction they'd flown from. Or at least where she thought they had. The crash had completely thrown her off, she had no idea which way to go and the storm wasn't going to let up any time soon. She eventually found another member of the squadron, unfortunate enough to have died upon impact with the ground. She staggered around for hours nearly bleeding out until - ironically - the grounder found her.
Barely conscious she followed him to relative safety, where he did his best to fix her up and keep her alive while her systems did the rest. They spent nearly two days and half of a third waiting for the storm to ebb enough for the large mech - Bunker as he called himself - to leave their makeshift burrow to try and find help. He returned a day and a half later with nothing but grime to show for it. Seemed the Decepticons had much more important matters at hand to pay any heed to two MIA soldiers. All they could do now was stay alive and hope that some good fortune fell into their laps.
Survival was difficult but in time it became systematic to them. As she recovered Bunker busied himself with locating fuel as well as attempting to contact the outside in any way he could. Anything to get them out of this blasted place. Once her recovery was finally at it's end she too began to forage for anything to aide in their survival. Time and time again they traveled from shelter to shelter like nomads in order to better their chances. Then Vega made a discovery.
They had moved inland several days ago hoping it would yield more fuel. Vega had half flown half limped to the ship depot roughly six kliks away from their shelter hoping to yield something from this rather risky move. It wasn't fuel she found but something certainly worth her time. Among the damage of the long forgotten bay was a communications relay, damaged but still salvageable. Given time and the proper materials Vega could easily repair and bring the unit back into working order. They could finally get out of this hole they'd settled into. Slowly but surely they would be free.
The process of repair was tedious with most of the parts having to be reformed from something else entirely or completely forgotten if they weren't as important to the end goal. After much bickering and compromise they finally had a working unit and quickly found an operable channel. The message they received wasn't very hopeful. The planet was dying and the Autobots were staging an evacuation in just a few days. They'd run out of time; they needed to find a way back on their own or else be left behind to die. They wasted no time and near immediately began to journey away from their shelter. With no heading to go by they turned north and hoped for the best. With air superiority on her end Vega swiftly lost track of her long time companion, and to this day still does not know if he made it out or otherwise. But she had her own survival to think about. She has no idea how long she spent flying this way or that pausing to rest her aching leg or to search for fuel but all she knew is it was far too long. She was alone, on a dead planet with no real way to contact anyone for help.
She'd made it out of the sea of rust but with nothing to show for it but dust. Again she conformed to a nomadic life style, hoping city to city for scraps to survive. In time she'd make her way to Kaon, hoping something of substantial value was there for her.
Personality: Vega - upon a first glance - doesn't seem to be the kind of femme to run around with the psychopaths that stereotypically come to mind when someone mentions the Decepticons. She's in fact a rather polite and soft spoken lady with a very calm and collected air about her. She very rarely gets upset - at least to the point it shows - and seems to have boundless patience. It wouldn't be beyond her to greet even her enemy with a polite smile.
However, as deceiving as her outward appearance is, she is still very much a Decepticon. And would rather die then have anyone believe otherwise. Vega is fiercely loyal to the cause - though she's much more muted and subtle with her loyalty unlike others she knew. She holds the utmost respect for her superior officers and if commanded to jump she will without question. She is far from afraid of getting her hands dirty - with spilled blood or otherwise - and even seems to find a sort of delight in it. Even with her polite attitude and soft voice there's always an unsettling undertone to her, as if she's plotting what the best way to kill someone might be as she's speaking with them.
Vega has a very bleak - or as she calls it "sensible" - outlook on the world around her as a whole. She approaches most things with a very pessimistic attitude, believing anything can - and knowing her luck WILL - go wrong. Thus she's very cautious and alert, always trying to be ready for what may come her way. In this vein she's quite paranoid. Vega loves competition, the thrill of combating against another for supremacy. She is a graceful loser and winner however the journey to either destination can be a turbulent one. She is not going down without a fight.
Self destruction is nothing new to her. She's done plenty of terrible things to herself in this life, and even now her worst habit - drinking like a damn fish - is still with her to this day. She knows it's bad but also doesn't entirely care. The whole world came to an end, anyone could die at any minute at this rate, what's the point in betting concerned about something like an addiction? Whatever helps you through to the next day or takes the edge off she says.
Likes:
Space: Vega spent her entire life studying the great beyond and had thus gained a very strong love for it. Though to others it comes off as an obsession. And they wouldn't exactly be wrong. When she actually has free time on her hands she likes to stargaze.
Chess: Earth is a rather boring place, but after some digging on the earthling's information web she found the so called game of kings. It's quite relaxing to play and she does so a lot.
Weaponry: Ever since Vega could remember she's always loved weapons. Taking about them, using them, or even just appreciating them from a far. The bigger the better as far as she's concerned.
Silence: As such a rare commodity it is when she does find it she indulges in it without guilt. It helps her to gather her thoughts and reflect on things that may be troubling her.
Open spaces: Vega is a flier, she needs to stretch her wings once in a while or she begins feels claustrophobic.
Fights: Vega takes pleasure in fighting with the enemy. If it results in a kill then it's all the better.
Steelstrike: Quite easily her best friend, thank Primus he's here.
Dislikes:
Earth: This boring, disgusting dirt ball. Why did they have to come here of all places?
Autobots: Foolishly hopeful weaklings. Words mean nothing without action, peace is not real.
Cloudy/Rainy Weather: It's rather depressing and a real pain to try and navigate in. It's even worse at night. You can't see the stars!
Poor manners: Civil war is no excuse to forget one's manners.
Cold climates: It's so uncomfortable and if it's too cold it aggravates her leg.
When her leg acts up: It hurts, a lot and it really irritates her when she has to stop and rest it just to keep moving.
Strengths/Weapons:
Alert: Vega is always watching her surroundings, trying to anticipate what may happen next.
Dexterity: Vega's lithe frame allows her to be very dexterous and quick on her feet much like others that share her build.
Keen eye: Vega has very good eye sight, making her a very good shot with the pistol she carries on her. This also allows her to pick up minor details and see things farther away then others can.
Adaptable: Once she has the lay of the land Vega can use it to her advantage.
Pistol: Vega's weapon of choice, a standard grade pistol. It's nothing special, it does what every pistol does. Medium to short range shot and light to medium armor piercing but it holds a special place in her spark.
Weaknesses:
Old wounds: Vega's injury to her leg hampers her if she is on it for too long. It could even potentially lock up on her for a few moments.
Weak armor: Where Vega's armor gives her a quicker step it lacks greatly in actually giving her a solid defense. Specifically around her joints.
Not my true forte: Vega can fight, she was trained to do so almost immediately upon joining the Decepticons. But she wasn't built for it, at least not to do it alone.
Long range combat: Vega can't really cover the far ground, she's more of the up close and personal kind of fighter. Especially since all she carries is a pistol that isn't exactly the quintessential long range weapon of choice.
Special Skills:
False sense of security: When the situation calls for it Vega can really play up the polite and "defenseless" act in order to have her enemy drop their guard.
Elementary my dear: Vega is at her very core a scientist, and she has the knowledge to support that. Though her main task was the study of space and it's oddities she branched out to study several other topics as well.
MacGyver: Having spent a VERY long time abandoned on Cybertron Vega has learned to turn almost anything into something usable. Give her a rock and some time and she'll give you a weapon fit to defend yourself with.
Say hello to my little friend: Vega has fired her fair share of weapons in her day, but she's taken a high fondness to the pistol. She always carries her own safely tucked away at her hip. The weapon itself is fairly standard, medium armor piercing capabilities with a not too spectacular range. But it gets the job done and is certainly better than the gun that came with her new alt mode. While the latter has a much better spread and range it's far weaker by comparison only able to pierce weak armor.
I'm gonna knock you out: What she lacks in raw power Vega more then makes up for it with precision and speed. In close quarters combat she can certainly hold her own, at least until help comes. She may not hit terribly hard but she knows where to hit in order to make it count.
Gun nut: Vega has spent nearly her entire war career learning about and fixing weaponry. She enjoys this thoroughly.
Extra Info: I blame Ren for this
Sample RP:
"Bishop E2 to H5."
The ever present menacing rumble of the Nemesis seemed distant. The engines drowned out in her intense focus. One clawed digit tapped impatiently on the table as she waited for her opponent to make his next move. In hindsight she probably shouldn't have been sitting awake at.... three in the morning, but rest was the furthest thing from her mind right now. Victory was in reach.
Vega carefully watched as her enemy moved again, claiming another of her pawns in the wake of a rook. Her mouth pressed into a thin line at the loss but otherwise she didn't waver. The fall of one couldn't effect the others. Her "soldiers" needed direction and Vega wasn't about to cloud her judgement now. The sole light of the data pad illuminated her face as she scanned the field of battle, plotting her next move with care.
Her opponent was skilled - she could at least admit that - thus this game could end either way. But she'd be damned if she lost now.
"Knight C4 to D7."
Steadily the knight crossed into enemy lines sweeping his opposite off his white steed in the process. Several more exchanges were made in the course of the battle. Vega losing four more pawns and her previously victorious bishop in the fray. Her opponent had suffered an equal amount of loss with three pawns and both of their bishops rendered null. Vega rubbed tiredly at the side of her face, she would really like to just go to sleep at this rate. If only her damned competitive nature would allow it.
Then her opponent left themselves open.
A gap in their defenses, just wide enough that if she played it right would finally bring an end to this bloody game. And oh did she plan to extort it. With a grin she began pulling her men back in the hopes that her enemy would follow and attempt to cash in on her sudden lapse in judgement. And he certainly did. Now the king was left unattended, sitting alone on his throne hoping his men would successfully defend him. He had placed his hopes in the wrong soldiers. Swiftly Vega lunged at the opportunity, swiping at her opponent's exposed neck.
"Queen E2 to E6."
Silently she made her way to his court, left empty by the false withdraw. Her enemy fell at her feet, rolling onto his side as he breathed his last. Vega smiled as victory was finally claimed. The cost of it had been hefty with the loss of many but their end goal had been achieved. She carefully tapped at the screen once more the room falling into darkness as she powered the data pad down.
"Ashes to ashes."
Now she and her men could rest easy this night.
The white king had finally fallen.