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.
:: I'D offline in terror alone with her. Don't worry i'll keep an optic on him. You be careful too Cleaver seems good but that 'Con is odd. ::
Ou was a little dissapointed ou wouldn't be getting a chance to talk to Cleaver any time soon but leaving anyone alone with Arachnid seemed like a really bad idea.
Bluestreak turned to get a better look at the neutral and smiled, immanently recognising sniper modification. Having similar ones hirself.
"You're a Sniper too? Maybe we should find a range and practice together sometime? It's always good to have some friendly competition to keep skills sharp."
Humans might've been more trouble than they were worth, but they had some damn good expressions to draw on when mere slack-jawed horror wouldn't suffice. Confronted by his own private version of the Pit on Earth, Moonshot took a leaf from Cat's playbook and buried his face in both hands.
I hate you, Cleaver. Just a little bit. But I still hate you.
That was it, then. He was stuck with the monstrosity masquerading as a femme, and... someone who reminded him just a little bit too much of himself sans all those built-on layers of defensive snark. While that wasn't a bad thing in and of itself, Bluestreak's unfeigned curiosity left his neutralist counterpart distinctly disoriented. Where was the hostility, the mistrust, the thousand negative emotions he'd braced for?-
-Oh, right. They were forgotten because GUNS.
"I'd... like that," He admitted in an undertone, field and voice alike carefully neutral. No, he wasn't surprised or amused or over-the-moon gleeful, just ask him! "Been a fragging long time since I had another gunner to go up against- I'd love to find out just how much rust I've built up since last time."
She was very pleased with the other bots reactions to her. Why look like this if it didn't inspire fear and a sense of creepiness. That was the point, or at least part of it. She bared her fangs toward Moonshot but made it seem like it was supposed to be something of a smile. No venom was to be seen, it was something of her hidden weapon, she rarely let anyone see it unless that was going to be the last time they saw anything ever. The special thing about her was that she didn't need a gun and in fact never used them. Airachnid was her own weapon. Venom, the sticky and ridiculously strong nano-fiber webbing and of course the energy blasters built right into her hands. The only way for her to be without a weapon was to be dead. Right now she was definitely the deadliest thing here and oh did she enjoy that thought.
Aira didn't plan on being a bad girl this visit, it was all for exploration and the chance to sight see. Steve and apparently Jazz and Cleaver were going to check out the main system, that left her with the Neutral Moonshot and the Autobot Bluestreak. Neither of them seemed entirely comfortable with the idea, fabulous. At least she would be entertained while doing this task which meant nothing to her.
“Aww how lovely, a bonding session.” Even though she didn't sound like she was being rude, she was. Her helm tilted to the side and her melodious voice lilted up at the end. They were rather innocent seeming, oh how she wanted to break that. The thing she could do to them down where they went would be oh so delicious. This may be a Neutral territory soon but that meant nothing to her. Aira could easily break off from the Decepticons and go her own way to do her own thing, she had in the past after all. Just, now was not the time, not just yet.
Smiling with mouth shut she sauntered over to the others and indicated the way they should go. Step into my parlour said the spider to the flies. Her thoughts full of all the dark twisted things she would love to do with them while they hung from the ceiling. In fact, when they spoke she could already hear their voices begging and crying out. Oh what sweet music that would be.
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Great now just pray to Primus that Airachnid wouldn’t face-frag the bright plate out of boredom and break their truce. Steve ex-vented with difficulty, his EMF a tight, vile ripple around his frame as he went about powering up the systems, a very standard operating system for a very basic mining operation but a good base to build other networks on. He waited until Cleaver and her Autobot guard dog were close enough to see before going through the opening sequences and bringing the massive generators online. The overheads flickered and flashed to life, lighting up the whole cavern to reveal the massive center room, a ware-house sized area suitable for the storage of mining equipment, guard drones, and energon storage… or a housing a pack of Neutrals. Whatever.
Steve fought back a flicker of anger, flaring hot in his spark as he turned to show Cleaver the holo and manual interface. “This is a standard level two construction system. There is no locking or imprinting so anyone can use it now.” He turned to point at a recessed section of stone to the right of the console. “The main power generator is there. In this region it draws power from Cybertronian class-four solar panels set into the surrounding area. Locations are in the power grid database for your perusal. Energon obviously powers everything more efficiently.” He turned his head to look at them, his optical visor flashing. “The energon to power conversion ratio is the highest you can get from a hybrid system like this.”
Because I helped optimize the fragging thing. Would have slacked off more if I’d known…
"Very impressive," Cleaver murmured, optics tracking across the lights and the power conduits behind them. Her sensors were primed for assessing energon management and usage within a living system, and she could appreciate the complexity of engineering that had taken place in this structure. So far, it was better than she could have hoped.
"I didn't know that the Eradicons functioned as miners as well as warriors. Thought that there'd be another group within the Decepticons for that." It was a stray thought to open a dialogue with the mech, but not one that would seem awkward if left unanswered. The Neutral was as familiar with casual hostility as she was with her rotaries, and had been expecting a good dose of it from those suspicious or simply disapproving of the DMZ. Beyond today, however, Steve wouldn't be forced to come to the Base, so he could just sulk behind his duties for now.
The slim Eradicon motioned for them to follow again, and Cleaver felt Jazz's field warm her side as he feel into step. "What do you think so far?" she asked, her tone quite different to her voice across the comm.line she opened with him. No sense beating around the dent, after all. ::You're a part of Ironhide's cohort, aren't you, Jazz?::
Aha! Jazz thought, digging the bit of information he wanted out of oh, Primus, ANCIENT memory bank archives. ER0-404. The Interesting Eradicon! Jazz hadn't thought about him in ages, though exactly what had been beginning to evolve in the Eradicons' processors had been one of the puzzles that he'd had to leave behind when he'd defected. No wonder this was the Eradicon (Steve? Why Steve? Now Jazz was just curious....) trusted with giving them the grand tour. Perhaps someone else had figured out that he was more than a drone.
"Think it looks great," Jazz said honestly. He stepped closer to the console, scanning the readings. Energy conversion wasn't his strong point, but he had dealt with enough hybrid systems while in space to know what they should net. He pulled an impressed face. "Really great. Seriously, never seen anyone get this much out of a solar system. S'nice work."
He turned back to Cleaver. "I could scan the system if you'd like. Don't expect anything there, but if you don't have any hackers or spec ops in your camp and would like someone to take a look, I'm not the worst at it."
He replied in a much less serious tone of comm. ::Yes, ma'am! And I'd like to assure you, if Ironhide's been telling stories about me, it's every word of it true. Though I'd like to assure you that I am not, medically speaking, glitched, nor am I scrap at the moment.::
“You have full access,” said Steve, dead pan, ignoring anything else said to him not related to fixing this dump, loathing Jazz alittle for noticing how well they'd done here. He hardly did it for them, the slagging glitch-scrap. “Feel free to reconfigure all the networks to your specifications. The power converter is standard save for the optimization sub-routines so it should manage itself until you break it.” At which point it’s not my problem.
“There is little more you need to know. All vital systems are located in this atrium and the tutorial system is designed to be accessible to drone troops so your number should have no trouble with it. There is no access tunnel to the panels on the upper cliff faces. They were manually repaired by our jet troopers so flyer access only. Let me know if you have further questions. I am at your disposal until you are satisfied with the functionality of the base.”
Or I shoot myself for sheer irritation.
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Clearly Steve wished to become scenery if he couldn't leave, his tone punctuated with finality and a dripping sense of 'can I go now?'. From everything available on the console, Cleaver could have gotten a comprehensive overview of the mine without him, but courtesy had been met with acerbity, and she wasn't above picking at it.
She smiled, field warm and easy. "Thank you. Your available expertiese isn't something I can overlook, thus I think a walking tour would be most helpful. After you."
He stared at her for a moment, the optical band and closed structure of his helm making him largely unreadable, before simply nodding and stepping off. Still smiling, Cleaver turned to Jazz. "I've not got any specialists in that respect, so I'd be grateful if you could look over the systems. After the tour, though. I'd appreciate your optics looking out for any external feeds and the like."
Over the comm., she continued from his transmitted exchange unbroken. ::He's not said a great deal about you, though I'll take your word for it. 'The bitlet', or Bluestreak as I believe ou's known, is his favourite cohort topic.:: A long pause as she weighed up how to say it, hoping it wasn't interpreted as nerves. ::You're, ah, the first of them I've actually met.::
Jazz kept a pleasant smile on his face and a reasonable amount of longwave in his field as they followed 404. His visor dutifully scanned for cameras, marking their place to investigate later. "Can do. Most of these are probably internal security?" He pitched the statement as a question to ER0-404. The Decepticons were big proponents of monitored work, so likely most of them were internal, but it was possible that Soundwave had a few genuine spycams down here he'd forgotten about. Or, more likely, left in place with transmissions disabled once Megatron gifted the place to the Neutrals.
::Heh, well, that's as I'd expect it. Blue'll be his bitlet until the end of time. I'm just the add-on, and he's still getting over thinking I was dead.:: Jazz's glyphs were cheerful enough to make it clear he didn't take offense at this status at all.
He gave her a quick sideways grin behind the Eradicon's back. ::Don't worry. I don't bite. Unless you ask, of course.::
“Internal security on a closed feed, all video accessible at the main monitoring platform back in the control room.” Designed to makes sure none of the drones malfunctioned or the miners got injured. Steve kept pace beside the two Bots, not looking at either of them while he spoke.
“The mineral deposits deeper within in the tunnels sometimes interfere with regular comms. If something goes wrong we need to be able to see. For example, if your allies move into the south-east tunnel network, we will not be able to hear a comm from them. The intercom system, however, is networked through 90% of the mine. Engineers within the deep mines check in through land-line comm.”
But if Airachnid is eating the white Neut and Bluestreak is radioing for help… no one would know until the truce had been devoured alive and spat out. Steve twitched internally.
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Cleaver's field flashed warm amusement tinged with surprise, and she gently knocked Jazz's hand with the side of a blade as they walked. ::'d forgotten what cohort were like.:: She paused for longer than she'd intended, finding it strange that despite age and experience, another mecha's opinion could be this important to her just because of an association with a partner. ::So is this... I'm not infringing, am I?::
She'd only peripherally absorbed what their guide had said. Mindful of her preoccupation with this (apparently intimate) member of Ironhide's cohort, the medic set up a secondary tier to monitor and record what Steve was imparting.
Jazz non-visibly perked at that info, quickly pinging the bit about the comm blackout and the intercoms to Bluestreak (along with orders NOT to pass it on to the 'Con thankyouverymuch) and getting an affirmative-all clear in return. Who, him, paranoid? Naaaaaw....
Part of him kind of was curious to see how Megatron would react if one of his people DID break the truce. It would be telling, now, wouldn't it?
"Good to know," Jazz said aloud.
He tipped his head at Cleaver. ::Infringing? Pit, no. 'Hide's got more than enough love to share around. I think that Blue was a bit concerned that bringin' you in was giving up on Chromia somehow, but that was a youngling's just not having been through welcoming a new cohort member before.:: Jazz transmitted the glyph equivalent of a shrug. ::'Hide loves you, and if you're good people as the humans say, I'm sure we'll get along. Always room for one more.::
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There was a significant difference between intimacy with an individual member of a cohort and being a part of the cohort itself. The latter took time, the steady and thorough layering of trust, and the establishment and enhancement of bonds with the cohort as a whole. That Jazz was implying that she was practically cohort already was stunning, and Cleaver walked in silence for long moments alongside the smaller mech.
::Thank you,:: she ultimately replied, honestly lost as to what else she could say in the face of such frank and caring generosity. ::I'd like that.::
To the Eradicon they were trailing, Cleaver spoke with her optics flicking up to the corridor's ceiling. "Do you think it'd be safe to set up a pipeline from the energon refiner to a fuelling point, ER0-404? Having a few taps scattered about would be beneficial." Just an extra one in the Medbay would make life a lot easier.
“That would work,” said Steve with exactly zero enthusiasm. He wasn’t’ sure how but Steve sensed that the two Bots were somehow doing things that he disapproved of, and not just tramping around this energon mine scott-free and taking Decepticon resources (however minor) like part favors. He suspected, more than anything, that the pair of them were short-waving each-other and having Autodorkish conversation that, while he was glad not to listen to, still pissed him off. “The design would have to be custom made, however.”
Was he allowed to smash his faceplates into a wall yet? He had better things to do than this. His wheels twitched in agitation in their shoulder mounts.
Jazz quietly thought that Cleaver was going to fit in just fine. Ironhide was a good judge of character, and he'd fallen HARD for this femme. He folded away his questions. Later they could talk more, when they weren't juggling an obviously unenthused Eradicon. ER0-404 looked like he'd like to bolt at the merest suggestion of being dismissed. Jazz just sent Cleaver a glyph-burst. Reassurance. Possibility. Friend-of-my-friend.
Jazz remembered the scuttlebutt around base, after Cleaver's visit. He kept his comm private, not wanting to give 404 any more info on the Neutrals than he had to. Habit. ::Might want to ask him about the water table, too, if you're bringing any humans. This is pretty inhospitable territory for them. The lower caves'll be cool enough, but the water table here might be very low. Bridging water in's possible but probably a pain...though you're gonna have to do that for food, anyway.::
Jazz tilted his head thoughtfully. ::Might want to check into laws about international human travel, too. They've got some kind of travel documentation system set up.... Don't know if they might run into difficulties if they show up here out of the blue and have to deal with anyone local.::