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.
Pyro's avatar nodded its head at the first comment, surprised but accepting of the fact crash tendors were new to the man. But was his job before the war more fun than this "sightseeing," well to be honest, Pyro hadn't really out much thought into that ever since a fateful day during the Simanzi Massacre. Optimus Prime saving the future Wrecker's life at the last moment and all that. Point is, Pyro spent more time into combat and making himself to be just as good a hero as Prime is. Reflecting on his life before the war had been entering his thoughts less and less over the years as a consequence of that. Then the old man came running up to them about his runaway dog. That's its species name?! Also Meatball? Unlike "Earth," "Meatball" just seemed weird having encountered sapient species before. Then the man asked Pyro where Meatball was. "He went that way. My friend is there trying to catch him now." The Wrecker answered through his avatar.
The cop quirked a brow as the almost-breathless man came running over. Well, at least this dudes story checked out. Not that he didn’t believe him, but it was an awfully odd situation. A couple of things didn’t add up - but at this point, they weren’t worth really questioning.
“We’ll give him a minute or two more, no point in us all going after Meatloaf. Heh. Cute name.”
Another note made in the small notebook.
The man seemed to relax at the Officer’s words. As much as he wanted to find his dog, the thought of running any more today was a big old nope.
“Oh man he did?! Ugh at least you guys saw him! I’ll have to thank your friend when he gets back. Hopefully with the runaway in question!” he laughed, wheezing some “Your friend, he got a name so I can thank him proper? Pretty sure I’ve seen him around town before. ‘Round the school. My kid goes there!”
Funny, that. For as small a town it was, it just went to show that unless you put in effort - you didn’t really know everyone who lived near you.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the desert… Meatloaf had completely given up now, his sprint had tapered into a jog, then down to a light trot. That was a fun run! But whew, tired puppo was tired. His tongue hung to one side, panting.
Bee took the chance, rushing forward to grab ahold of the sign - using the weight of his Holoform to anchor the thing down some as he leaned forward to grab the leash, making his way forward until he was holding it firmly at a comfortable length, stopping Meatloaf in his tracks.
::--GOT HIM!--:: he chirped excitedly over the comm. Meatloaf taking this moment to swivel around and start furiously licking the Holoform’s hand. ::--Ack ack! Stop lickiiiing meee, nooo! I’ll be back in a minute, Pyro!--:: Squealed beepy giggles, before the commline clicked once more.
At first Pyro wanted to object to the cop's opinion on Meatloaf's name. Why did I mistake those two? Oh well. But decided against it, not wanting to look like a jerk. ..And then the dog's owner asked about Bumblebee's name. Slag. Haven't got the chance to ask the yellow bot about aliases yet. Wait, wait, it's okay. Maybe,.. okay, I've read somewhere some humans use letters for nicknames. Can I go with that since "'Bee" and "B" sound the same? Yeah, let's go with. And thus the avatar responded with "Oh, him, I like to call him, B." The avatar made a glance at 'Bee's frame in car mode, then gave the old man questioning look, eyebrow raised. "You sure? My friend owns a car like this, and we just came here to go sightseeing." At that moment, 'Bee came on the radio saying he caught the dog. Pyro contacted him as well, of course in secret. "Perfect!" Pyro went silent for a moment, as he would've oddballed at those licking sounds since he's new here. Recollecting himself, Pyro continued. "Hey, uh, the dog's owner just asked me your name? You have an alias?"
The owner of the dog didn’t see the need to push for his full name - if this guy called him ‘B’ then it was good enough for him.
The cop, however, quirked a brow. Especially after the comment about the sightseeing. There weren’t many bright yellow Camaros here in Jasper - and the two seemed to contradict each other. He’d seen the car - or one similar - outside the school himself, but for the life of him he couldn’t remember if the plates matched up with the car parked here on the side of the road.
Probably a good thing.
“Sightseeing? Weird place for that! As for the car, my bad I suppose! Must be one similar!” the man chuckled. Jasper Nevada was well known to be the ‘entertainment capital’ of the World but the reality was it was… sadly anything but. As for the car, he was absolutely positive this was the same one he’d seen outside the school but eh - he wouldn’t question, the owner was rescuing his dog, after all!
Bee meanwhile was now sitting on the desert floor, Meatloaf the dog half in his lap. The little guys tail was wagging furiously and he was having the best time of his life licking the holoforms face. It reminded him of Bolo - hanging in the desert, chilling with a playful dog away from the stresses of the Omega Base. Of course, Bolo was a Cybertronian cassette and a little different to this organic pup. A huff of a sigh escaped him. He missed Bolo - after the incident two days ago, he and Carbine weren’t on speaking terms - oh sure he’d checked in on him earlier today when he was flying around, but that was protocol, and only reinforced how annoyed he was at the helicopter mech.
Maybe things would go back to normal one day. He wasn’t going to apologize first though.
With a beepy trill, he gently eased Meatloaf from his lap and pulled himself up into a stand. Meatloaf was having none of it, circling the holoforms legs and trying to get him back down for more cuddles - wrapping the leash around Bee in the process.
His Holoform couldn’t talk, and so he’d rely on hand signals - holding out a hand to try and get the pup to calm down. It didn’t work, but he did manage to grab ahold of the lead and untangle himself before he fell over again - unhooking it from the sign and grasping ahold of it tightly so Meatloaf couldn’t run away again.
Now with Meatloaf the excitable pup effectively secured in one hand via his leash, he’d grab the sign with his other hand and started heading back.
Pyro’s voice came through on the comm then, and the Holoform furrowed his brows.
Alias… A name.. He’d never thought of that. Never had to use one. He thought back to the time in the Junkyard where they’d met Odessa… Had Xero or Miko given him a name? A name was important. Everyone had a name - he’d just… never picked one out for himself.
::--Uuh...--::
It’d caught him off guard.
What name had Carbine used for himself? Jack? Was that because of Jack at the base? He couldn’t say he was called Raf, that was just… it didn’t feel right.
His processor drifted to cartoons. Were there any names that sounded cool? Well yeah - but… Did they fit him? No…
He was taking too long to reply. Pick a name! Any name! Argh!
::--Ben?--:: he blurted out ::--Does that sound okay? It starts with a B I guess, like Bee does! Is that a lame name? Ben…--::
He was trudging back through the desert as fast as he could, Meatloaf yanking on the leash excitedly. The sign didn’t help, but at least they were heading back now. Hopefully Pyro could handle the two humans for a few moments more.
Immediately Pyro noticed the old man weirded out by his choice of nickname. Slag. This was further compounded when the Wrecker noticed the officer's raised eyebrow. No. No. Don't think pessimistically. You can still keep this up. After all, it seems Pyro convinced the old man of his authenticity. That just left the cop. Nice job at the moment, right?Speaking of which, there was the need to reinforce the old man's certainty. The holomatter avatar gave a slight chuckle as it said "I know right?" With that matter settled, there was still the one with Bumblebee's choice of alias. Still in private communication, Pyro answered Bee's query. "No, I think it's fine! Just make sure the dog's brought back safe, okay?"
There was a moment of awkward silence then. What was there to talk about? The weather? It didn’t exactly rain here much. The yellow Camaro? Neat car, but if it wasn’t the same one that parked outside the school, it was a little awkward! The firetruck? That’d already been spoken about.
All they could do was wait - but thankfully Bee wasn’t too far now.
::--Yep! Safe and sound! Promise! Just about to enter the town again!--::
Nothing could go wrong in these last few moments - Bee was on track to get the pup back any second now! The taptaptap of excited paws was sadly drowned out by the scraping of the barbershop sign on the rough terrain but eh, it was easier to drag it than carry it.
“That them?” the cop quirked a brow, peering into the distance, squinting some. Sure was a dude and a dog. The notebook was flipped open again and he scribbled a note. While he wouldn’t need to get statements or anything official like that, he was a stickler for making sure everything was logged, even if it was in his own personal notebook.
“Uuuhhhhhhh…” the other man hummed, following the cops gaze and standing up a little straighter. “Yeah! Meatloaf! Hey buddy!” he raised his voice then, waving with one arm.
Where Meatloaf’s tail had been wagging before at the excitement of adventure, it seemed to speed up now at hearing his name being called! Oh MAN! There was dad! TIME TO RUN REALLY, REALLY FAST. A whimpered whine of excitement, he pulled as hard as he could on the leash - something that caught Bee off guard and he squeaked as he found himself yanked harshly forward.
A stumbled step, another, and Bee’s holoform was quickly toppled - face first into the dirt, letting go of the leash in the process.
This suited Meatloaf fine! Barbershop sign be damned! He was freeeeeeee! The sound of metallic scraping echoed through the quiet street as Meatloaf-and-sign bounded toward his owner, who crouched down ready to greet his pup.
The reunion would’ve been quite cute, but Bee, unfortunately, didn’t get to witness it in full. A huff, a small groan, he slowly pulled himself up to his feet after a moment of laying in the dust, watching as Meatloaf all but jumped into his owner's arms.
“Well, that settles that.” the cop chuckled, closing the notebook and tucking it into his shirt pocket. “I’ll let you guys off with a warning about the parking this time. Next time though? I won’t be so nice. Enjoy the rest of Jasper. Tell him I said thanks, yeah?” he motioned toward Bee a slight nudge of his head, before making his way back to his patrol car.
He didn’t wait for the hero of this story to return - he had things to do, bad guys to chase!
The owner of the dog had been covered in excited dog-kisses, and was now standing up straight. Meatloaf circling him excitedly, one way, then another.
“I should probably get back to the shop.” he laughed, pointing at his half-finished hairstyle. “Don’t want them to think I’ve run off without paying. Thanks again for your help, if you’re ever in the area again I’ll buy you guys a beer.”
While he didn’t wait for Bee to get back, he did offer him a cheery wave and a thumbs up - one which was returned by the now-dirt-covered Holoform.
Then he’d turn to depart, meatloaf and sign in tow.
Bee would break into a light jog, closing the distance quickly so that Pyro wasn’t standing awkwardly by himself.
::--Well that ending could’ve gone better! But hey, dog returned safe and sound!--:: he sounded chipper enough over the comm despite the embarrassing faceplanting.
::--Think it’s probably time to head back to base, eh? That took way longer than I thought it would. Dogs run fast! Did ya know we have one at base, Bolo - a cassette, although organic dogs have nothing on him but whew!--::
Even though it didn’t matter, the holoform brushed some of the dirt and dust from his clothes.
::--Unless you can think of anything else we needed to do here?--:: while it’d been pretty uneventful aside from that little adventure, maybe Pyro had seen something that needed looking into further.
Pyro stood for about until realizing hadn't spoken a word. Seriously? He thought. Not gonna prod on me for my statement? The Wrecker wasn't actually perturbed by the cop's silence on the matter, since their cover was better for it (more than the close calls Pyro was having so far, anyway). It was just that he thought this officer would more inquisitive given his job. It was at that moment that Bumblebee's own avatar returned with Meatloaf in hand. This time the cop did ask Pyro something. Identification on the latter's friend, of course. "Yep. That's him." the Autobot spoke through his holomatter avatar. Pyro did have to admit, the scene of the dog reuniting with his owner was pretty sweet to see. With that, the cop and old man went off on their way, Pyro responding to the cop's warning with an uplifted "We'll do!" After the two actual humans had departed, Pyro next addressed whether they should head back to base or not. "Nah, looks like this town's clean of spies as far as I can tell. I think we're good to head back." Pyro assessed, the avatar returning to the wheel Autobot's truck cab, awaiting for Bumblebee to be ready to leave as well. "So, Bolo, huh? I imagine he's a much calmer guy than Meatloaf?" The avatar had an eye twitch when he said that last name. Seriously. That's just the weirdest name I ever heard.
::--Always a good thing!--:: he chirped over the comm ::--Then again, a town as small as this? If something were amiss we probably woulda seen it way earlier. Least you have a neat story to tell everyone back at base! Just uh, leave out the part where I fell over there.--::
With a satisfied hum that he’d gotten the majority of the dirt and dust from the holoforms clothes, he’d open the driver-side door of the yellow Camaro, getting inside.
Even though his alt-mode had blacked out windows, the holoform wouldn’t fizzle out of existence. Now they’d drawn attention to themselves, the less they did that was ‘odd’ the better, even if the cop and the owner of the dog had already departed.
He just hoped it’d be a while before he saw either again. Unaware of the story Pyro had told the two men, he was more concerned about the fact he’d faceplanted unceremoniously in the dirt - how embarrassing!
The Camaro would start up a moment later, and would slowly pull into the road. He wouldn’t pull too far ahead, letting Pyro catch up.
--Bolo? Eeeh he’s mostly calm inside the base, yeah. That’s only cos there isn’t really room for him to run around, I guess! I did take him out once and we got to play in the dirt, that was fun! If ya ever want to meet him, I’m sure Carbine would be okay with that.--
It didn’t take long for Bee to pull onto the long stretch of road out of the sleepy town of Jasper. While the day hadn’t gone quite as planned, it’d been nice to get out of the base for a little while.
((You can probably wrap this thread up in your next tag if you want!))
Pyro's holomatter avatar raised an eyebrow at the part about Bumblebee "falling." Tripped and fell, the mech probably meant. Pyro was about to ask about that part, but decided against on account that it was probably unimportant on account that it would've logically happened when chasing down the dog. In any case, Pyro started his engine and proceeded to drive alongside Bumblebee back to base. All and all, while this patrol proved unfruitful, it was still a good indicator that Jasper was in the clear of any spies setting up shop, at least for the moment. And the two Autobots also captured and returned an attempted runaway pet, so that's also something positive from this experience. Although it was then Pyro realized that he needed to tell Bumblebee he might need to take on another alias if he was gonna operate in Jasper again (given the cover story the Wrecker gave to that cop). Pyro's avatar eyes widened as one word went through his brain module. Slag.
Yeah, that pretty much covers this thread! So, uh, yeah ...end!