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.
Starscream could only watch with mild amusement as the pair turned to face him. The Vehicon? Well, he threw up a salute rather quickly, as was expected - the femme… it took a moment, but she got there in the end.
Given the direction the pair had been headed, it did not take him long to work out just where they were probably going, and whatever amusement was shown on his faceplate quickly vanished, lip twitching at Cintra’s words - though his gaze settled on the Vehicon for the moment.
“Then you may leave.”
It was then his attention shifted back to the femme, eyeing her up and down with a modicum of scrutiny, though he did not make any motions of moving toward - or past - her. One arm looping behind his back, the gentle scraping of metal sounding as one talon digit picked idly at his thumb.
“...And? Did you want a medal?” he droned this rhetorical question, though he did not sound particularly annoyed.
"-totally go against the norm and try some sort of wacky color scheme!"
"You should do it anyway. Live a little."
Cintra spoke decisively as if it was an option, not knowing if they would get in trouble or not. In her opinion, any desire to have a little fun with one's color scheme wasn't something that should be discouraged or declined. If someone who was a valuable spy perhaps wanted to go highlighter yellow, maybe then there would be some issues... however there were always compromises, like a super pretty deep crimson or a bit of a pearl effect ghosted overtop a typically bland color. This Vehicon should do something like that, maybe some yellow pinstriping to clash against the purple tones.
These thoughts were derailed however when Starscream entered the fray eventually finding herself able to salute.
Orange optics would drift over for a brief moment to the Vehicon as Starscream told him he could go, wishing briefly that he did have some sort of paint to differentiate him from his clones. A name had been offered however, so perhaps they would cross paths again and she could hold him hostage for more questions... since he seemed like the type to not shove her aside to try to go back to work. A good target for badgered questions. Yet, just as Starscream's arrival had thrown her thoughts down a new path, his last words did the same, QLC promptly forgotten in the moment.
"Oh! Wow! That’s a thing!?"
Instantly Cintra started to try to guess how many little prizes individuals had racked up through the years. They had to be awfully small, something hoarded away for who knows what. Maybe they were traded in for days off, or good tasks that were more enjoyable. Perhaps an ability to deflect a boring or unpleasant mission that had been appointed to them off onto someone else to make it THEIR problem. This was an absolutely brilliant idea, something that would not only reward people for the dedication and work they should have already been doing, but also give individuals something to barter with in a sort of currency.
It would break up some of the monotony others may feel. Not needing to serve simply out of obligation to their cause, but with extra zeal behind it so it didn't always feel so militaristic or whatever other bothersome titles and names someone may apply to the situation.
"I was gunna ask if there was anything else I could do! Especially now as there are tokens!"
Cintra's already excited tones seemed to peak up higher at this.
Given her already energetic drive to assist and ask to help earlier, it was hopefully rather apparent that she would have been happy to help even before supposed rewards were on the table. Her misguided processor was spinning wild however, trying to figure out what sort of stuff could be 'bought'. With her drive, and excessive eagerness to keep herself busy, she was now steadfast in the idea that she would be the richest person in the base.
Q heard Cintra’s suggestion, and while he would keep it in mind - along with all sorts of ideas for what color he’d pick if he was able? He did not reply verbally to affirm this. While he knew deep down there was probably no way he’d ever be able to change his color scheme to something even remotely adventurous, it was fun to think about! Maybe even just getting his colors retouched would be nice, though he wasn’t exactly in need of-
Ah, right, right, Starscream.
As he was effectively dismissed, the Vehicon would lower his arm from the salute, giving a single nod.
“Yes Sir!”
Ah, sweet freedom! Moving with purpose, he would stride past Starscream - his posture and movements making it look like he probably had somewhere to be. Even if this was very much not the case, he was an expert at playing the part, and only once he had made his way safely past the Seeker did he spare a glance over his shoulder to look at Cintra, offering an all-too-cheery thumbs up with one servo.
At least they didn’t have to go far to find Starscream, as he had found them! Thus, Q’s part in this story had effectively ended for now, and so he would make his way back toward the area he’d originally been found, no doubt to slink into some storage room to look like he was doing something important.
For a moment, Starscream couldn’t tell if Cintra was being serious or not. As such, the only real reply to her first blurted question was another quirk of a brow, paired with a gentle shake of his helm as if trying to work out just how to respond. What universe did she live in if she thought that even the most basic of tasks - things that were expected of them - would be rewarded with ‘prizes’ or tokens of appreciation?
Waiting a moment longer - giving her the chance to backtrack and blurt out that she was, in fact, joking, Starscream realized quickly that she… thought he was being serious.
After their last encounter earlier this day, and now this… he realized that this was probably just how she was.
How unfortunate.
“What…?”
A tired, droned reply, one servo moving to smear absently down his faceplate as he shook his helm once more, before dropping his arm to his side - venting out a sigh.
“No, there are no tokens for doing what is asked of you. Only the satisfaction of contributing to the Decepticon cause…”
When he put it like that, he was certain it’d be met with disappointment - though it was her own fault for getting her hopes up so quickly.
“As for anything else you can do - did you not see anything on your way here that needed attention?”
A hint, perhaps, to use some initiative.
Last Edit: Dec 6, 2021 11:42:53 GMT -5 by Starscream
Cintra was confused at his confusion, her frame going somewhat stiff as she tried to put two and two together. He obviously wasn't too thrilled, as evident by the way he ran his hand down his face, and he seemed... tired? Frustrated? She couldn't piece together what the source of the look was, only then starting to try to backpedal and figure out how she could have been the cause, when he spoke up again and dashed her hopes.
Ah, no tokens? Well, there went a long-term goal.
Cintra was disappointed. She would of course find joy in helping just as she should, just as Starscream said, but that didn't mean that extra bit wouldn't have been fun. It would have been an extra bit of zeal to look forward to, something to keep her aggressively running forward with a competitive edge to WIN rather than just serve. Alas, it was not meant to be, and her dreams were raised and destroyed promptly in a couple seconds. She was only really able to process this feeling moment, lament the loss of so much wealth she could rub in people's faces, when he continued and put her on the spot.
"I... uh... like what?"
What could she have seen? Should she have seen something? As far as Cintra could tell, it was a lot of finished and unfinished tunnels and areas that flowed into one another into a functional base. There were tool marks on the walls... was she expected to try to smooth those out to make things look good? She didn't even know what tool could be used TO smooth rock, and if she did it would probably require someone like Flux to handle it.
Was she meant to try to clean an environment that was always going to be dirty and dusty? Given Blackridge seemingly was recently carved out, she didn't really think it could be truly cleaned for a while. Wipe down a surface, and so long as it was an open area not sealed away from the main halls, it would be coated the second one turned their backs on it.
She couldn’t really think of what else could be done to a rock wall, unless decorating was needed.
But that was an entirely different ballpark.
In the now, she absolutely had NO clue what Starscream was referring to, and it somewhat stressed her out. Cintra could not be the sharpest tack, nor the brightest crayon. She was dense at times and took things wrong at other moments... Yet that simply was who she was, and she rolled with it, often ignorant of her own ignorance. However, on occasion, there were moments such as this where she really did feel dumb.
Starscream watched as Cintra’s expression changed from confusion, to disappointment, before swinging back around to something that seemed to be a mix of the two - all within a moment. His own expression would remain neutral - perhaps a touch of disdain, though he wasn’t outwardly annoyed by the fact this conversation seemed to be going nowhere.
She seemed eager to please, though not quite to the point of being able to seek things out on her own. Be that because she was relatively new to Blackridge Hold and was unsure of how things were done, or not clever enough to work out what needed doing remained to be seen.
Probably a bit of both.
Though, in her defense - there probably wasn’t a whole lot to be done around Blackridge as a whole. Pyrotech ran a tight ship, the Vehicons and Eradicons that traversed the hallways were quick to sort anything out that needed doing, probably to the point it’d been an anomaly in itself that she’d even found a lightbulb that needed replacing.
The stress was not lost on him, and he’d sigh - shaking his helm.
“I’ll take that as a no. Luckily for you, I’m feeling somewhat generous - walk with me, mm?”
He didn’t really give her the option to say no, and would ease into a walk in the direction that he’d been heading originally - toward his office.
When Starscream turned to walk away, Cintra's confused expression didn't get any better.
It got worse.
She truly had no idea what it was that she should have been doing or should have found to clean up and fix. This base was still such an anomaly and so new to her that something could be horrifically missing and she wouldn't even notice the discrepancy as anything other than being normal. This was bad enough, but now she had to try to translate what their Second in Command Acting Lord was trying to ask of her.
Telling her to follow was one thing, he could be trying to point out something he wanted her to do... but he had said to walk with him? That didn't hold the same sort of idea behind it, and she was then trying to juggle with what THAT meant atop everything else. Was it just a more sophisticated way to shove her at a task? Or was he looking at her higher up on the metaphorical food chain than that? Would he have asked a Vehicon to 'walk with him'? Or would he have snarled for them to follow like so many other commanders would do to their subordinates.
While juggling through these mental hoops that she wasn’t equipped to handle, Cintra blankly watched as Starscream took a few strides, before she realized she had to follow. At this, her peds would kick off, hopping over the tendril that was looped low to her legs, before popping into a momentary jog a couple bounds to catch up to the other mech. It was here her gait would level out, equalizing to be at the Seeker's side which felt weird.
Cintra wasn't like this with old Commanders. No. She was more confident and acted more herself around them, because they were simply leaders of a smaller chunk of forces and nothing more. She didn't throttle herself as much. They were not the core figures of the Decepticon cause. They were nothing. But here? Here on Earth is where the big names were. Individuals that were embodiments of their mission and goals. There was a sort of starstruck nature to it all because of this, and it certainly played into how disoriented and confused she felt in the moment.
Post by Starscream on Jan 16, 2022 23:47:28 GMT -5
Unaware that such a simple phrase was causing Cintra to undergo rather unnecessary mental gymnastics, Starscream would continue on. His pace wasn’t overly hurried - both because he was simply in no rush, but because the tiny femme hadn’t begun to move immediately to catch up.
There was nothing wrong with wanting to help out for the Decepticon cause. The issue he had was that there really wasn’t exactly a lot to do around here. Pyrotech handled the Vehicons that aided in the expansion and maintenance of Blackridge Hold, while the general Eradicon patrols and mining operations were managed by either himself or Soundwave. Those with half a functioning processor - that is, not a batch-built soldier drones - were left to fend for themselves for the most part. While yes, there were schedules and rosters for things of importance, that did not really include general work here at base.
Yet, she’d seemed so eager to please - readily helping that other mech with his task before returning to find more work, and as she was a new arrival he did not want to shun for her… slight… enthusiasm. First impressions were lasting impressions, and should the day ever come that a decision had to be made - after all, he knew Megatron was not gone forever? He did not want even the smallest affront against her this day being the deciding factor in making an important choice.
At the sound of footsteps, he would turn his attention down to look at her - albeit briefly. Considering her earlier eagerness and peppy ambition, she seemed considerably awkward now, and the gentlest of frowns graced his faceplate as he continued on.
“My office,” he replied, simply. “If only to try and find you something to do.”
He would glance at her again, one servo raising as he crooked a talon at her.
“You do want a task, do you not? Even without the promise of- what did you say? Tokens?”
He wasn’t sure what work - if any - he would be able to find for her that hadn’t already been done, but at least this way they weren’t lingering awkwardly in the corridor.
Finding a form of rhythm, Cintra modulated her steps so that she would remain at Starscream's side, ready to adapt should he flow into whatever gait was most comfortable for him. She was still awkward about it all, she still felt odd being at the Second in Command Acting Lord's side, but she had to try to look confident rather than show her true surreal joy. She was actually part of the main Decepticon forces! She was actually here! And it would take a good long while before reality would settle and her thoughts evened out from the erratic disbelief.
Thankfully, Starscream offered something to focus on.
"Yes! tokens in form of favor! I want to be useful!"
Useful. Not be in control, not hold grandiose status or power... no. She wanted to help and wasn't in it for some form of glory. She would take it if it was offered! Who wouldn’t? Yet she didn't claw and scrape for it like some power-hungry beast that sought rank and place over usefulness. There were enough of those around. Instead, Cintra was in this run for the long haul, and she wanted to slice throats and stab the eyes out of any Autobot she could get in range rather than just be stuck at base punching numbers in some lame chess game with others.
She wanted blood.
"When do we assault the outpost?"
Cintra had no idea that on this work the Autobots didn't have an identified base of operations, and rather had it hidden away. She was used to knowing where enemy lands were, and the frontline dead zones between it that separated them from the Decepticons' own claimed turf. A fractured batch of territories their leaders had to contend with. That is what she thought this world was, with added wildcard dead zones where humanity was and they both would not traverse.
Part of this Cintra didn't understand, why didn't they just eradicate the humans off the planet to take charge? But that wasn't something she knew, nor did she understand the large effort this would be. As such, for now, she would focus on the more important questions.
While the smaller femme adjusted her footing as to keep up, Starscream made no motions of changing his pace. A casual stride, neither fast nor slow - though he was certainly in no hurry. Lowering his arm back to his side, he continued on, not noticing the awkwardness of his temporary companion, nor any giddiness that came from being around him.
Aside from the initial glance her way, he no longer looked at her as they walked together; keeping his attention and gaze straight ahead. His conduct was almost inattentive, in a way - he let her speak, though let the silence linger. He didn’t reply, nor nod to show he had heard.
Wanting to be useful was certainly the bare minimum, though at least she seemed to have some sort of drive behind her words - some initiative to seek out things that needed to be done. While he hoped that most Decepticons here would do the same, the more mundane tasks around Blackridge were usually left to the Vehicons to sort out.
Not all of them were soldiers, finding their place among the ranks in other ways, though she had mentioned earlier this day that she was a combat assist. Then again, it wasn’t like there was much of anything going on - things were quiet on both fronts, at least on the surface.
Things would be put into motion soon.
Ah, but now he was lingering on his own thoughts - and as she asked a question it was then that his gaze finally shifted back to her.
“The outpost?” he repeated her words, quirking his brow.
“Which one?” a question of his own.
While he could only assume she meant the Autobots ‘main’ headquarters, maybe she had some sort of information regarding another, smaller outpost. A newer arrival to this planet, maybe she had noticed or picked up on something that they hadn’t. Unlikely, of course, given Soundwave’s analysis of what they did know of the other faction, but things could always slip through the cracks.
A high energy individual was sometimes an understatement for Cintra. She liked to stay active, she liked to keep productive, and she did not cope well with idle pauses or prolonged silence. This could be dampened down with appropriate situations. She was not an absolute insane wildcard that would combust if forced to sit on her hands, yet the anxious nature of this entire ordeal had her processor surging and lurching actively with every footfall forward, and every second that ticked past in silence. While Starscream may be letting the scenario linger because he was calculating and thinking, it left a certain uncertainty to the femme where she felt like a bouncy ball in a glass jar.
Worry. Concern. Did she say something out of line? For all she knew, asking a leader figure on this world of their battle plans was some sort of taboo. She didn't know if they were meant to know, or if they were only meant to be ready for when they snapped their fingers and pointed with a command. It seemed valuable if they knew however, to mentally gear up and make any preparations that were needed. Before a battle Cintra liked to try to take the time to sharpen her blades if able, knowing they got dinged and messed up quickly with how she used them to traverse. She didn’t need them recently honed for her function, yet it was always nice.
Perhaps, it wasn't the issue of the question, but more so even speaking at all when they were heading to where they were going to be... Obedience. Needing to not interject. Alas, as long as the silence had drug on, it was thankfully stopped as Starscream finally regarded her. While it may have only been a few moments in time, it felt like an eternity to her.
Wait... what did he say!?
"They have more than one!?"
A sudden squawked reply.
Cintra seemed aghast that the Autobots had more than one outpost, while the Decepticons only had Blackridge and a sunken war vessel. They had their mining operations too, though those didn't really count in her eyes. Were the Autobots truly that far ahead? Or were their bases rattier dilapidated things... It was hard for her to know and piece together given how new she was to this world. Her experiences were limited, serving oh so many years on their last station where things were generally known and it was merely a game of infiltration and plotting when strikes should occur.
The sudden reply was unexpectedly loud, and while the silver Seeker did not flinch at her squawked words, his wings involuntarily twitched - hiking up just slightly, before easing back into their neutral state.
“Not that we are aware.” His own response was calm, his voice level as his attention shifted straight ahead once more. “However, that does not mean it is, or has always been the case.”
He wouldn’t elaborate further on these words as they turned the final corner toward his office. His pace was still unhurried,
“As for your question, soon - all going well, of course.”
Or so he hoped, though he would not state as such - not wanting to show outward signs of doubt. He was warily hopeful, however. The infiltrator had been relaying information whenever he could about the other faction, and while among those details the location of the Autobot base had not been revealed - that did not mean the relayed information was useless.
All it took was Windshield seeing one landmark or object of interest, an Autobot messing up some protocol or letting something slip, and the location would be theirs. Even if the information given did not give solid leads, Starscream was ever patient. Small, almost insignificant pieces of the puzzle could fill in the gaps of intel they already had - and if everything went to plan? They would have a bargaining chip in the coming days.
Ah, but he was getting ahead of himself.
Arriving at his office - and one of few rooms that had a door - he was quick to make his way into the room. Pausing a few steps once inside, waiting for Cintra to follow.
“I'm curious. From a newcomer’s perspective-” he started, glancing at her as he spoke. “-Where would you set up an outpost on this planet if you were an Autobot.”
While she did not seem the tactical type in the slightest, a fresh outlook was worth humoring, if only for the unique insight she may hold.
It was reassuring that the Autobots indeed were not sporting two outposts as far as they were aware. It did not make it a fact that they didn’t, yet now it wasn't a guarantee that they did. It was a reassuring thing for Cintra, there being a hope that if they found their hiding spot, that a clean sweep would be a win, rather than just clipping a fraction out of the equation. Whatever the case, when they got to the office and the door was opened, Cintra quickly jumped inside a few paces, getting clear of the threshold quickly and landing herself more in the center of the space. She was trying to be out of the way as much as possible in case Starscream needed to get to one place or another.
Should she be in the way still, she would quickly move aside if he so much as took a step in said direction.
Yet... then he asked a question, and things spiraled once more.
Was this a test? Was she meant to have a good idea here? What if he was trying to figure out what direction to go next and her commentary had some sort of sway!?
Cintra looked like a deer in the headlights a moment, absolutely stumped on the fact that she may have some sort of power here, paired with the fact that she knew next to NOTHING about this planet. It left her feeling uncomfortable, gaze flicking aside while the finials on her helm folded back some, as well as the extrusion from her shoulders and nape. The long coil would tuck tighter to her frame, the bottom loop held slightly aloft as it curled across her shins without touching, keeping it close so it didn’t touch or bump anything while she thought.
She saw some place called 'Las Vegas' from a distance... She saw one of their mine systems where the green femme thrived with her not-a-lance lance... and that was it. Yet, those limited couple places suddenly gave her an idea, it was like a lightbulb turning on inside her Processor which instantly showed externally as well. Cintra seemed to perk up from her nervous state, orange optics flicking back up to look at Starscream with a sort of confidence and zeal behind them that she had been lacking before.
Her frame would straighten more from the meek posture she held before, as she almost felt empowered. The cable that had been looped tight now uncurled further as her stance broadened, the metal blade catching the light slightly, unintentionally showing its sharp edge. It was closer to who she was then, closer to reality, while before she was combating with starstruck stupor and nervous energy.
She was focused.
"I would build in a city since they are allies with humans."
Cintra was told not to interact with or be discovered by humans, yet was also told that the Autobots had allies here on earth that ran military channels. It wasn’t far-fetched for this element to be exploited, placing an Autobot base right in plain view where doing a direct assault would draw the eyes of every human on this world... and by extension, their weaponry and firepower... They would be hopeless if there were roadblocks around it, unless they pinpointed its layout enough to Space Bridge directly inside the facility without being transported into a wall or into an unrelated warehouse to scare some local lifeforms half to death.
The pink femme's gaze was locked on Starscream's own.
Continuing forwards, Starscream noted Cintra’s deer in headlights expression. Given what he’d seen of her so far, it wasn’t entirely unexpected, and he found a strange sense of humor in it. Was the question that hard that she was stumped? Or did she simply not want to be put on the spot?
It wasn’t like this conversation would be used for anything official, and in the safety of this room, they were away from the prying and ever-watching eye of Soundwave. On the off chance she did have some genius idea that could lead to something, the silver Seeker would play it off as nothing, keeping it to himself.
After all, knowledge was power - even if that ‘knowledge’ was handed to him by a completely random guess.
He moved past her, turning on one of the monitors that hung on the wall behind his desk. The screen warbled a little, flickering. One corner was slightly discolored, no doubt due to water damage, yet it seemed functional enough and seemed to settle. Then he would move into a sit. His motions were indifferent, like he was going through a routine, almost - leaning across the metal slab to slide a datapad toward himself. He powered it on, his attention on the smaller device for the briefest of moments before turning to look up at Cintra as she spoke.
“In a city? Curious. What about fliers, wouldn’t that be obvious? The Autobots have those, you know. Even with human allies, wouldn’t they want to remain hidden from the majority?”
A quiet hum followed his words, as one claw tapped idly at the datapad. The screen behind him would shift, displaying a satellite view of… well, it looked fairly boring indeed. Vast desert with small pockets of green in mountainous stripes, with a few smaller towns dotted sparsely throughout.
The state of Nevada.
The map was littered with small markers, and while the majority of them seemed to be clustered toward one area, there were a few outliers in random spots.
While they had all but confirmed the Autobots resided somewhere within this State, even with Windshield infiltrating their ranks they had yet to find their exact whereabouts. There’d been many sightings logged, and even despite Soundwave’s efforts to triangulate these encounters, the location of the base eluded them.
In coming days that may change, of course. Windshield’s plan would be in motion soon, but ah- he found himself curious as to just what this femme thought.
One clawed digit would slide the datapad across the desk toward her - its screen showing a much smaller version of what was displayed on the monitor behind him.
“They are somewhere within this area. As you can see, cities here are scarce. You’ll see marked the areas that Autobots have either been engaged, or spotted - helping to narrow it down.”
Gesturing to the datapad, he would smile, leaning back in his chair - optics not leaving her.
“I ask again, now you’ve been provided with more information - where would you set up an outpost?”
Orange optics watched intently as Starscream moved, keeping a sharp eye on what he was doing to stay out of his way, up until the monitor popped to life.
What was displayed looked like a map, except to Cintra it looked like one where the creator decided part way through that they were not going to finish the project. While many may have their eyes drawn instantly to the spots with the most labels and detail work, focusing around the thick lines of whatever the 80 and 15 were, and the clustered details around Carson City and Las Vegas, or even the pointers that marked Autobot activity, Cintra instead was drawn to look at the large void patches that seemed to only have thin paths crossing through in a very loose spider web. It looked like excessive blank space that wasn’t being utilized at all... and that concept was foreign to her when it came to a inhabited world.
Such large pieces of land were unheard of on Cybertron, at least not like this was.
Cintra now felt the human element had to be an even larger thing in play that couldn’t be overlooked. If the local lifeforms were simply a threat to them all, hiding in wilderness was a necessity for general survival for both Autobot and Decepticon alike. Wilderness that seemed to be a freaky abundance of. Yet, should the Autobots have local help.... but not just civilian but governmental help... than exploiting it to its fullest would be the smartest thing to do, as setting up shop in a void patch made their allies invalid.
Any ruling grouping would have means to move lesser ranks aside to make room for what they wanted without needing to tell them what it was going to be used for. There were many times where those higher on the caste system simply took what they wanted at the expense of those who once lived there. Making a base in the center of a city wasn’t crazy.
Out of this grandiose sea of emptiness, most of the Autobot sightings seemed to be close to some small cluster called Jasper. Yet that didn't look particularly fortified. It was a tiny smear on the map, where a human population may not be high enough to act as a literal meat shield. Perhaps the city was larger in person, but Cintra hadn't seen it in herself, so her eye was drawn elsewhere.
Stepping forward a couple paces towards the desk, the pink femme spoke.
"What about grounders in Blackridge?"
Cintra's words perhaps would come off as a bit more direct than she would intend, confrontational in a way. They couldn't drive out of Blackridge, the wilderness too dense and ragged to facilitate such a thing, so what kind of difference would it be if a flyer couldn't fly out? It was a comparable element, and should Starscream have been anyone else, she could be offended at the oversight where a FLYER would need to be considered when choosing a base, but grounders were things to be cast aside where a bother to them was invalid.
"I'd be there!"
Abrupt, decisive and direct. Cintra's arm would whip out as she said this, pointing over Starscream at the larger monitor as if he would be able to pinpoint just where 'there' was, simply by the arbitrary statement and a gesture from a clunky built hand. It seemed after this action, she caught up mentally to the fact the data pad had been pushed her way, her hand then dropping quickly to stab at the corresponding spot on the screen.
“There!”
It was a city above Jasper that was more dense, a bigger 'blob' that was nearer to the Autobot markers than all the other large cities. It seemed to hold more lines and roads, and given vertical construction, which... Cintra felt was a large element here as well just like Cybertron... meant it could have a substantial number of inhabitants that would be too difficult to fight through to get to the Autobots. Or more, too difficult without causing a humanity wide backlash.
Cintra looked up at Starscream then, almost seeking validation as if he already knew the answer and this was some sort of test.