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.
Inside the Rec. Room of Autobot Outpost Omega One, the Wrecker known as Pyro was sitting at one of the tables, pondering. It was only yesterday when fellow Autobot Bumblebee suddenly flew into a berserker rage for unknown reasons. Pyro himself was not involved in this incident, though. He only first heard of it through an official statement, then there was the incident report, and then word of mouth. The subject on our Optimus Prime lookalike's mind was the mere fact it was Bumblebee that went on a rampage. Bumblebee. The mech who he least suspected of pulling off this sort of act. Just didn't seem like that kind of mech. Outside influence. Gotta be. This suspicion was not entirely unfounded, and not just for the suddenness detailed in the report. Pyro's last mission before arriving on Earth involved storming a Decepticon weapons facility on Hassar IV. Among the top secret projects being invented there was the so-called "Mind Bomb", capable of artificially inducing pain in victims caught in its radius. Mind-altering weapons like that weren't entirely out of the question in Pyro's mind. Still, the Wrecker sat at the chair at that table, taking in this information.
The Old Warrior had been up trying to find something to do or at least to learn about the planet Earth with its indigenous life forms. He'd fervently hoped that the indigenous life forms hadn't been those pesky Avians that decided to use him for target practice, but if those birds had been an indigenous species it wouldn't have truly bothered him. The Tessaran had been on many worlds, many moons, and had come to appreciate even species other Cybertronians would have found annoying or irritating since the galaxy had a way of proving itself a survivor. The enigma of life as some would have called it, but to those like Kup seemed precious enough or at least for curiosity's sake. A Cybertronian could learn more about a planet from the indigenous species going about their daily lives, or in the worst could betray and expose the positions of the Autobots to the Decepticons more out of fear than anything. There were cycles following having witnessed Three Ages on Cybertron that Kup could have sworn he'd misplaced the documents containing the expiration date for his frame though at this point those documents would have been rendered null and void.
Finding his way to the Rec Room, the Old Warrior had looked forward to reclining back in his favorite recliner or at least the one no one else had claimed. Stepping through the open hatch, the Old Cybertronian paused in his step on detecting another's presence within the compartment. The other Cybertronian, a red, blue and white mech he hadn't met yet or been familiar with had appeared at least to his old optics to have been busy pondering something. Kup knew that whenever a Cybertronian had been preoccupied pondering something, that task tended to be a rather serious one. He'd rarely met a mech in these late cycles that hadn't been serious, and sometimes he longed for those Cybertronians of Ages long past such as his old Platoon-mates whom weren't as serious or could crack a joke to stave off going nuts.
Taking his seat in his favorite recliner, his right arm reached down to find the side-mounted lever before pulling it back with a fair bit of ease triggering the front panel of the recliner behind his legs to have propped up supporting them.
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Pyro's mellowing didn't distract from noticing someone else walking into the room, but that didn't stop from just glancing at the mech before getting back into his line of thought with what would be his cheek on his hand. Really, though, the Wrecker's thoughts kept running in circles and still questions remain. Not just the ones brought up earlier. If Bumblebee's rampage was caused by outside influence, who was responsible and for what purpose did this serve? While a device similar to the Mind Bomb was plausible, the Decepticons stationed aboard the Nemesis would have used it long ago to dismantle the Earthbound Autobots. It couldn't have been developed from somewhere over, what? Less than last two months on this planet? The truce currently standing has brought weapons development to a halt on both sides. Still, I wouldn't put it past the 'Cons to have secret projects even at a time like this.
...Ugh, this is getting nowhere. Speculation isn't going to solve this anyway. Whatever the reasons, the Autobots would still need to solve this Bumblebee predicament. It was then that Pyro suddenly had this pop into his head: Hey, wait a minute. His attention was drawn back to the other mech in the room. He was green. That in itself anyone could have saw, but it was particular type of green with the added addition of having an old and weary look to the mech's armor. Then, those two facts clicked into place, allowing Pyro to positively identify the room's other current occupant. An Autobot the Wrecker had heard being talked about through word of mouth, read about in his Autopedia entry, and battlefield reports he was listed on. I know that guy! "Kup?!"
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“I didn't want to interrupt you, lad. You appeared to be deep in thought, with your processors running hot,” the Old Warrior said. He'd heard someone call out his name, but the voice hadn't registered yet or at least had been familiar enough.
Turning his helm a little to the right, the Old Mech's optics settled on the as of yet unknown red, white, blue and with golden borders that sat at a table a distance away.
“You weren't a student of mine, were you?” he'd ask. Sometimes, his RAM skipped a beat leading the Older Warrior to have second guessed his own memory. “You know me?”
The notion that the younger Mech had known him, even if my reputation alone, hadn't bothered the Older Mech or been a source of irritation or frustration. He'd known he'd garnered a reputation larger than even the Archives of Iacon and wild with grand exploits that even Kup hadn't even been certain he'd actually carried out.
Pyro flinched very briefly when Kup questioned him. "Oh, no sir. I know you by reputation." Pyro sputtered in response. Then the elated expression faded into a slightly dour one as the Wrecker proceeded to explain his current predicament. "I was thinking about an incident that happened yesterday. You heard about Bumblebee, right?" Even if this conversation proved to be as fruitless towards any explanation towards why Bumblebee would go berserk, at least it would be nice to talk about his feelings on the matter with someone else.
“I've been busy settling in, and learning about this Planet. It's a planet I would have used in my Lectures towards younger mechs and femmes. Earth would be a prime candidate for Lectures on Survival, Navigation and how to understand the cultures of different worlds,” the Old Warrior said.
“We used to explore the stars, scouting out galaxies and the many colony worlds were a source of Pride. Our objective had been to learn as much about our corner of the cosmos, and to extend the branches of our civilization while offering cooperation and understanding to those of other species,” he said. His RAM bringing to the forefront the memories of an Age older than the majority of the vast Cybertronians had been able to have remembered save only in the text of a history book. He'd been a part of that Golden Age, and had stepped across one of the many Space Bridges in operation during that time. He'd held fond memories of old friends, of indescribable sights on those planets and even many enemies, which had been brought to a cold end with the discovery of the Rust Plague.
“If you could go through step by step or at least give me an idea of what happened, I might be able to help fill in the gaps or give you a few new angles to check,” Kup said.
Pyro had to honest, he was a little surprised that Kup couldn't remember at the moment. To be fair though, information creep was a glitch. On another subject, the short diversion of anthropological ventures by Cybertronians during the Golden Age was something that Pyro nodded his head at, having a small passion for the history of other planets, whether it be about the native biosphere or civilizations. When Kup finally gave Pyro the go ahead to explain things, the Wrecker wasted no time. "I wasn't there to experience it personally, but I have read the report on it. The incident happened in the control room just yesterday. Bumblebee suddenly snapped and attacked anyone inside. I don't mean suddenly the pressure of our situation caught up to him in the worst way possible kind of way, he just went from zero to wrathful beyond comprehension and opened fire on everyone in the room regardless of past relations. Even Optimus Prime." Pyro let that bit sink in before continuing. "While he did momentarily stop when he heard Raf's voice, a human kid he was assigned as protector," That last bit was just in case Kup didn't know who Raf was since the former apparently arrived here recently.
"The end result of this sudden berserker rampage is that 'Bee is currently on lock up, Ratchet's examining him to try and figure out why 'Bee snapped (I haven't heard anything yet to my knowledge), and Sideswipe's currently in the infirmary in stasis lock." As what was probably spelled out beforehand, the situation with 'Bee and its consequences was a mess. However considering Kup's wealth of battles, conversation, and intrigue in his head, Pyro would hopefully get some sense of relief after this conversation was over. But there was still the old mech's response, which would no doubt be quite a shock.
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“Went berserk, you say?” Kup said, before taking a seat on the Recliner. Though, he had remained upright in it facing Pyro.
“I'd initially assumed it would have been Combat Fatigue, but he went ballistic on Optimus Prime, and Sideswipe? That rules out Combat Fatigue,” the Older Mech said.
His Processors tried to pick at certain bits of his RAM to see if he'd encountered anything that even remotely resembled what Pyro described in his long term memory spanning ages into the past, and at the same time his Processor did something that many Mechs his age wouldn't or shouldn't have been able to do. His Processor multi-tasked by tapping into his short term memory.
“Has the Saw Bones checked Bumblebee for parasites? There might be something crawled into one of his audio receptors to wrap itself around the main connection or one of his feed lines. There are some nasty parasites out there that love to latch onto a poor Cybertronian trudging through some of the blasted wastelands or even if a Mech or a Femme decides to expel some bad oil. There was this Mech in my old Platoon when we were off-planet tasked with aiding one of our colonies against possible Quintesson reports. We searched for six Mega-cycles, and didn't find a single five faced squid on the entire planet, beneath the surface, in the colony, in orbit or the surrounding systems,” he said.
“Near the end of our patrol, we were given orders to return to Cybertron. Forty of us stood in Colony's Space Bridge Facility waiting in the ante-room for the connections to be made, and for us to file back to the home world. I had been smoking a Ci-Gar enjoying the time. I'd triple checked my gear, and had checked the gear of the others before our return trip. A Mech, a young Corporal that had more than likely been brought online a few Deca-Cycles before our trip that Colony snapped. It took eight of us to take him down in the end, the Saw Bones at the Colony and the Medic in our Platoon managed Quarantine him. He was still online, but was placed in Stasis-Lock,” he'd say. He did love telling stories, and he'd discovered quite by accident he'd started one. “We couldn't risk taking it back to the home world, and we weren't about to leave him there in that condition. I can't recall how long the operation took, but the Colony's Medical Staff, Saw Bones and our Platoon's Medic came out of that Operating Room to explain that the Mech had survived. A parasite had latched onto the main connection to his right audio-receptor, and had incinerated it,”
“You say this Raf managed to break through to him? I do remember Bumblebee mentioned a Raf had been someone that had been close to him, and showed Bumblebee quite a few things including a few hobbies. That Bumblebee recognized this Raf's voice is a good sign. It means that he's still there, but isn't in control of his own actions -- or least more than partially," he'd said, leaning back against the Recliner. "I'd recommend if the Saw Bones hasn't checked yet, to have him check the lad's audio-receptor connections,”
Pyro reaction to Kup's story about an old squadmate's parasitic infection was... well to put quite frankly he wasn't expected that part about the Quintessons, having perked his optics at their first mention. Really his only experience with the cyborg race with tentacles was reading stories about their reputation as duplicitous businesspeople. If there was any past deal between the Cybertronians & Quintessons, he wasn't aware of it. Although, the Wrecker wouldn't imagine the Autobots going to them for help in any scenario regardless. But in any case, Pyro's response to the story.
"Well, here's the thing. When Bumblebee, entered the control room, he had taken a full ration of energon against orders to the whole base staff otherwise, since, well, the 'Cons beat us to the punch establishing energon mines and ours' keeps dwindling. We're in a "work-with-what-you-got" kind of scenario with our current energon stocks. No more than the minimum amount of energon to keep functioning." Elaborating on the base's energon policy was because of Pyro working under the assumption of being new here, no one yet explained that yet to him. Might act as a reminder then. "Anyways, point is, Bumblebee took a full ration, and his mouth was dripping in energon, which formed into crystals." Another let-that-sink-in moment. "If this is a parasite, it has the weirdest symptoms of showing itself. And Primus knows what kind of digestive system that thing must have in order to consume energon." Assuming of course said hypothetical parasite is an organism.
“It's that Truce that Whirl and Bumblebee did bring that up when found me,” Kup said.
“Energon Rationing? I've had to do more with less before. He took a full Ration and he was drooling Energon? Are you sure it isn't Silicon based Rabies?” he said. His humor could be off, but from how Pyro described Bumblebee's Symptoms had struck him as being similar to the aforementioned Rabies. He'd encountered through his long existence since being brought online either Cybernetic Flora either on Cybertron or transplanted to their Colonies and on those planets that had been more organic in nature had encountered Flora that had either an issue with drooling or were just overly happy to see the Cybertronians.
“Did he have contact with any creatures that might have it or come into contact with a Decepticon as of late?” he had to ask. “I don't know what the Decepticons may or may not have been getting into or think is fun, but I doubt Bumblebee's taken part in any Raves with the local life forms. He doesn't seem the type,”
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Pyro wasn't sure what made Kup bring up the matter of the truce, but was glad to know the old mech was in the know. Not sure what his reaction would have been if Pyro had to tell it. Then Kup brought up Bumblebee having possibly contracted silicon rabies. "I don't know.. I would say 'I'll go tell Ratchet,' but he might be the middle of something and he hates interruption." This assertion was based on Pyro's usual sources. Namely Autopedia, official reports, and word of mouth. So, yeah, the usual. Of course the medic was grumpy as a default demeanor, but Pyro wanted to be fair to the CMO. Then Pyro realized Kup's choice of nickname for medics. "'Saw Bones?'"
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“It's another term for a Medic. You know, the Old Saw Bones? It's their trade. Long before Circuit Numbing Agents were discovered, if a Mech or a Femme were damaged on the front-lines they would be taken to an Aid Station where a Saw Bones or Medical Team would be. The Saw Bones would take his laser saws, and go to work amputating the offending limb. It wasn't for those with feint fuel pumps, but it did the trick,” the Older Mech said.
“It's an endearing term. I haven't had a Medic slap me on the back of the helm or throw a surgical suite at me for it. That reminds me, back in the old cycles when we were starting our plans of ridding our planet of the Quintessons a single Medic had been assigned to our Platoon. The Medic had Energon flavored lolipops for the Sparklings and kerosene flavored Ci-Gars for the Mechs and Femmes," he'd say. A look of mild confusion, briefly came over his optics as the realization of a crossed memory set in. "No wait, that was an old commercial I remember seeing before a not so lucky landing on the Planet of Junk. Those Mechs could throw a party,”
"..Well, I kind of figured the nickname aspect. It's just that I've come to more associate the word 'bone' with organic beings." Pyro said. While the Wrecker was still putting on an affable tone of voice & mood for the sake of kindness and respect, he had to admit that Kup's stories tending to be generally long, as well as mixing up facts with those of other life experiences, was starting to chink at the Wrecker's patience. Though key word there was "start," since at the same time the red mech was still getting some measure of history from the older Autobot, since they were still life stories.
While the parts about the medic-mentioned-earlier-that-wasn't-Ratchet giving energon-flavored lollipops and cy-gars did earn Kup a tilted head with a confused look from Pyro, it did click in his head in a way that made sense when the old mech realized he confused facts with a commercial. Pyro's thoughts turned to Junkion, as per Kup's mention of the planet. "I'll admit, when I first found out about the Junkions on Autopedia, I thought it was one of those times when someone was pulling a fast one on the readership, being example of what happens when anyone can edit an encyclopedia. Then I found out they were real and I'm still flabbergasted by their obsession with television. Nothing against them as people, I just find the obsession itself weird."
Too many references I usually won't get for one. One that note, Pyro continued after staring at the table for a second. "Although I will say, that this 'time-traveling police box' I heard one of those guys go on and on about, does make more sense in context since coming to this planet." As a side note, Pyro first found out about Doctor Who through looking through portrayals of historical events in fiction. "So, uh, anything on your mind, today?" Pyro questioned the older mech.
“I had planned on simply reclining in my favorite chair, smoke a Ci-Gar and see what's on the TV,” the Old Warrior said. “I don't mind chatting though. It passes the time better than watching an old program or the reruns of a program. It's one of the terms the Junkions know all too well. If there's a Drama or Film, or a Rerun of I Love Lucy, they've seen it,”
“I haven't had that much to do, or that much I've needed to do since leaving Cybertron. I haven't felt entirely useful since my Tutoring cycles in at the Autobot Academy. The free time gives me the chance to relax, and to pursue other interests that don't involve keeping my helm out of the line of fire,” he said.
“What were you doing before you devoted your Processors to being concerned with what's going on with Bumblebee?”
The Old Mech decided the notion of reclining back in his favorite chair with his pedes propped up with the Ci-Gar had been one of many plans that found it needed to be changed in the wake of the Galaxy, either from the stubbornness of the Galaxy or from the choices made by those that orchestrated the plans to begin with.
“Mind if I join you?” Kup asked. Reaching into the pouch on the left side of his belt, he'd produced a second Ci-Gar offering it to the younger Mech. “Could I offer you a Ci-Gar?”
"I just got back from a routine patrol when I first heard about him." Pyro answered back to Kup. "I do agree with you that 'Bee sudden rampage has to be outside influence." Then Kup offered the Wrecker a cy-gar. "Uh. N-no thanks. I try to stay away from those." Developing an addiction was going to be last thing on Pyro's mind, even after this war ends. Assuming a lots things, obviously, especially his own survival. Going out in a blaze of glory capable of awing Optimus Prime and all. Pyro briefly had a dreamy look on his face when he thought that quickly went away has the mech continued.
"Back on topic, um, before I was thinking more along the lines of some mind-affecting weapon. Like a so-called "mind bomb" that me a team of other Wreckers-" At that moment Pyro's eyes suddenly widened as he realized that he forgot to inform Kup of beforehand. "Aw, slag! Sorry, sir, I forgot to properly introduce myself earlier. Pyro of Helex. Certified Wrecker." Embarrassment was clear as crystal across the red mech's face. Meeting a soldier of higher reputation than he has so far, introductions should have been obvious. Although Kup didn't ask for a name either, Pyro wasn't going to hold that against the older Autobot.