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.
Dagger was very much oblivious to the fact that Starkreiger found him to be particularly short, and or worthy of protection. He was just pleased that all of their hard work had paid off, and the mech was finally standing on his own two feet again.
However, he was admittedly a bit surprised to see to what degree he towered over him when standing on said own two feet. His optics would widen slightly as he looked up, standing on the tips of his toes to get a better look at the mech. “Wow! You’re so tall, Mr seeker.”
Ah yes. Mr. Seeker. It was ironic, in a way. To an individual deemed favorable, cutesy language choices of this caliber (which many a con would likely find nauseating) were standard. But should someone he held less positive feelings about be standing before him instead? They may have found themselves being insulted, perhaps with a blade jammed into them to boot. Thankfully, for Starkreiger, he had been sorted into the first category based on a number of various factors. What a victory.
"What can you see from up there?"
Last Edit: Jul 30, 2022 0:25:31 GMT -5 by AirDagger
Live wire? That was an interesting nickname. Though, the comment about being fit for scrap got a laugh out of Arrow “I mean…just because somethin’s in the mud, doesn’t mean it’s no good anymore. But uh…yeah. We were going to try and lower you down. I guess there was a bit of a…miscommunication somewhere in there though. But it’s alright.” Miscommunication was an understatement. If the seeker had stayed still, this whole ordeal could have been taken care of in half the time it had taken them to actually free him. Or less. Oh well…at least he was actually out of the net now.
Speaking of which…where did they go from here? She hadn’t thought this far ahead. Did the mech need medical attention? He looked fine on the outside, from what she could tell, but he had still just fallen out of the trees. Did he need help getting back to base? A bridge
The three wheeler figured it was best to simply ask.
“Do you need anything? Me and Dagger can help you find your way around if you need any help. We’re trackers, so we’re pretty good at figuring out where stuff is.” Of course, a lot of bots did have some sort of internal navigation system, as they did. The offer was mainly made out of politeness, as Arrow was oblivious to Starkreiger’s issues in the department.
Post by Starkrieger on Jul 31, 2022 19:20:08 GMT -5
Mr. Seeker?
He chuckled softly, having to push down the impulse to lightly tap the top of the other’s helm. They’d only just met after all, but the urge to do so was certainly there.
“Might want to be careful with that, Deadlift. There’s a few Seekers at this post. Wouldn’t want anyone to be confused.” Despite the ‘warning’, he wasn’t upset, nor did he sound grave. He wasn’t sure about the title, but it was harmless.
“I can see… I’m going to have an issue returning to base.” His answer remained light, as he evaluated his options. Requesting a port directly into the washracks probably wouldn’t go over well with command. Though it might have been amusing to see the look on their faceplates when the request was made. Tracking in filth would only be marginally better. No, he’d have to make due with what he had and sort himself out; nothing alarming, he'd been in more dire straits before.
“I suspect the base is a bit far to drive.” Arrow's offer was well received, but how to implement his potential guides was another matter. It was something to consider, as he carefully picked his way closer to the water, derma pressed firmly, anticipating his course of action. “How did you two get here?” On one servo, circumventing the control room through the alternate entrance would avoid most unnecessary attention. On the other, flying back would increase the chance that someone would be led to the Decepticons. His ego could take the hit to preserve security.
Listening though he was, he ignored signals from his pedes continuing on. A part of his processor reminded him that if he was careful, he should be able to avoid disaster. After a pause, he stepped into the river itself. Resigned, the mech sneered mildly, minding each step, less a sudden drop surprising him. The Seeker had heard that there were Cybertronians who could swim, but wasn’t about to test the theory out on himself.
Being slowed by the resistance of the water was hardly an obstacle, given he wasn't interested in rushing his progress anyway. Did Backwater put up with this in root? Surely not willingly. His wings were still low, particles of filth started to fan out from them below the surface. It wouldn’t be enough, so as he came to the point that half his chassis was submerged, Starkrieger stowed his dignity, Rotating his wings he raised and lowered them, while throwing them back and forward in an effort to to start forcing the muck off. Krieg didn't care much to reflect on the fact that he was trying to 'free' his wings by chaotically 'flapping' them around like some sort of spazzed out glitch, or maybe a filthy earth avian was a better comparison. Humiliating, he mentally countered it with far less pleasant indecencies he'd faced throughout the war, with moderate success. By comparison, this was child's play, but Primus, thank the All Spark his Lord had not been summoned.
Dagger felt a little bit bad laughing at the soldier’s expense, at first, but the visual before him was just too funny to ignore. And soon, his small, quiet snickers would transform into full blown cackling. After stopping to collect himself for just a moment, he would go on to give his best imitation of the crazy wing movements he had just witnessed. Flap. Flap. Flap.
“This is what you look like!”
This miniature jet was, without a doubt, the pinnacle of maturity. Surely, had he been dealing with a more temperamental Decepticon, they wouldn’t have elected to hit and or shake him. No. Not at all.
Frag…he’d been asked legitimate questions before getting distracted. Those needed to be acknowledged, and probably with an apology
“Ahem. Um, I’m sorry. Me and Arrow used the bridge to get here, but we picked coordinates a few miles out so we could go for a flight…drive. Flight and drive.” Were there any words out there that could describe doing both of those things at once? Probably, but none were coming to mind.
“Not for any practical reason, really...its just fun.” Upon saying this, he would sheepishly clack his claws together once more.
The statement Starkreiger made about having navigation difficulties went unaddressed, likely to avoid bringing about any more unneeded stress. The poor mech might as well have been one with the swamp at this point… it was probably better to not question him about his shortcomings.
“I do like a good road trip, but…yeah, it’d take awhile for us to get there. We'd be crossin' the whole country, might run into an Autobot or two…" She trailed off for a second, thinking. "And humans have this really dumb thing called a speed limit, so you flyboys might get stuck waitin’ on me if I "need" to go slow...”
At this, she would pause, circling the seeker and evaluating the state of his frame.
“But…if you, say, felt like helping out with surveying until it's time for us to go back to base, you might be able to make it look like you just came out here to check on us and see how things were goin’- and save yerself…just a little bit of embarrassment...if we can find a way to make it look like you didn’t fall in the mud.”
She had no idea how they would go about accomplishing that task. There were no hoses lying about in the wilderness, and the pair of them certainly did not possess any sort of water based abilities. Currently, the only potential solution coming to mind was venturing out into civilization to nab something that could be used to clean up the mess out of an unsuspecting human’s backyard.
Post by Starkrieger on Aug 20, 2022 16:21:27 GMT -5
Outwardly, the flier remained stoic, his processor broke Dagger's actions, and words. Absent was the malice that true mockery often held. Sharp judgment that stripped a mech of his well earned respect was also missing. It was similar to comradery veiled in the sting of playful razzing within a brigade. Yet, there was a marked difference.
Freed of most of the wait, his wings stilled, as the Seeker elected to reach around, claws used to hasten the removal of mud from his back. Reaching his wings, unfortunately was not an option, not without the proper tools, but using them in the organic ridden waterway seemed unnecessary, given there was a fully functioning washrack merely a bridge away.
Regardless of his physical struggle, he continued to consider the small flier, who was slowly settling down. They weren’t equals, the parallel that clicked was that of a new transfer dogging a veteran soldier; it was something to be corrected, but there was a wide range of responses open to him.
With most of the mess cleared, he decided he was as suitable as he could get, efficiently. Turning, Krieg continued to dismiss the pain in his pedes as he made his way to shore, though not before his claws closed around something in the water, which he ravelled.
Just as his servo was exposed, he pulled up a wad of aquatic plant life to lightly chuck the sopping projectile at the offensive little slagger with a gentle smirk. Whether Dagger dodged, took the biomass to the faceplates (or some result in between), no real harm was intended. Other than a satisfying splat, Krieg was unlikely to be ‘rewarded’ with any significant outcome.
“I wouldn’t usually fly like this longer than necessary” It’d put him at a disadvantage if hostiles showed up, and yet he had been harder pressed in the past. Given the circumstances, the net effect would still give him the edge over fliers limited to standard equipment.
“If your work is pressing, I may be able to make an exception … “ How greatly he was considering it might be unclear, his tone absent. “Depending on how system checks go.”
A small yelp could be heard before the improvised plant-bomb landed on Dagger's chest and promptly "exploded" on impact. It took the mini jet a second to fully process what had just happened to him, but when he had, an annoyed look spread across his face. Clearly, this was punishment for laughing at Starkreiger's predicament. Was it deserved? Most likely. But he still wasn't too happy about it.
An attempt was made to wipe away the portion of the muck that had landed on his faceplates- he wasn't averse to dirt or other organic matter, like so many others of his kind seemed to be, though...he wasn't exactly a fan of getting swamp juice in his optics either. The rest of said swamp juice was removed after what had landed on his face had been dealt with, and he let out a sigh.
The grumpy expression he was wearing, however, would slowly shift into something more mischievous. Kreig liked tricks, huh?
The younger mech turned to his sibling and whispered the details of his newly developed scheme into her ear. Arrow would give a light smirk in response, followed by a nod. With the plan now communicated, Dagger abruptly pulled his wings back and positioned them so that they were out of view. With the anatomy designating him as a flier out of sight, he was effectively indistinguishable from a two-wheeler- or a three-wheeler, in this case.
They grabbed one another's hands, and both started spinning- around and around, as fast as they could, with the goal of becoming one unclear blur. At some point, towards the end of this circling, one of the pair kicked up enough water to briefly block themselves from view. And when the small wave came crashing down, they were standing right beside of each other...with no apparent distinguishing features to help the soldier tell them apart.
"An exception?" The question was asked in tandem, to mask which voice belonged to whom.
[Note: skipping Arrow this turn as she already did everything she needed to here]
Last Edit: Sept 7, 2022 0:09:42 GMT -5 by AirDagger
Post by Starkrieger on Sept 17, 2022 20:26:28 GMT -5
Well, he’d honestly expected the little flier to move. Was he really caught off guard so badly? Perhaps if the war hadn't permeated their lives for eons, he might have felt bad about it. If the Seeker did consider the possibility of guilt for his actions; he justified dismissing it. At least he didn’t have the impulse to mock him, as many would. He was satisfied with letting the matter pass, rather than add insult to 'injury'
The youngspark seemed to have other ideas. Dagger, apparently, would not take his defeat gracefully. They converged, whispering between them. Ridiculous though it might seem, it was enough to stop the Seeker in his tracks. Wings slowly drew back, as he considered their motives.
Had they no comm system? Would such close mecha not share a personal frequency? The answer obviously, they chose to make a spectacle of their plotting.
Maybe he was being paranoid. Not all comms functioned internally, and perhaps these two were required to speak regardless. No such luck, conspiracy was written all over their faceplates, that they lowered 'wings' also did not escape his notice. Dagger's, in particular, caught his attention... Definitely up to something.
Now what were they doing?
The Seeker took a step back, optic ridge raising faintly as he watched the pair spin round. He had heard about the virus that had spread through the ranks recently, had even subjected himself to the vaccine. Knock Out had explained the need to protect against the disease; so, he knew it wasn’t just some crazy Vehicon rumor. It affected behavior … but hadn't it caused mindless aggression?
Finally they stopped, after a large splash that made his wings twitch on reflex.
“... Yes.” Tipping his helm to observe them through a favored optic, Krieg continued to size them. His lack of experience with young sparks was not helping him discern their intent… That he was one at some point hardly afforded him clarity. Solarwind had been a serious mech, ‘leisure time’ was structured and purposeful. After all, he was constructed for a purpose. When he was exposed to mecha of similar age, they were focused on training, being conditioned as soldiers in the Vosian Air Force. What time he'd had before Vos got dragged into Megatron's war had been fleeting. He'd loved every nano-click of his early function, but it hardly leant itself to understanding... whatever he was facing.
What are you doing? Was the seeker…serious? It was as if the joke the pair of them had been trying to pull on him had flown right over his head and exited the atmosphere with speed comparable to that of his own altmode. The three-wheeler had been expecting frustration and annoyance in response to their little stunt, maybe with some amusement mixed in- but in reality, he seemed thoroughly confused, perhaps even concerned. And in turn, Arrow found herself concerned. She let go of her brother’s hand, and waddled back over to the other mech as fast as the muck below her would permit.
“We were just gonna make you guess who was who,” she explained, eyebrows raised. “I thought you were gonna be like- ugh! I can’t tell where ‘Dagger went! Which one is he?" - …but um…thats not what happened.” She looked contemplative for a moment, before extending a clawed hand to gently pat Starkreiger on the forearm. With a bot of his height, that was the closest to a consoling-tap-on-the-shoulder that she could manage. “It’s ok though!”
Maybe he just didn’t understand their humor. Those military mechs could be pretty no-nonsense, couldn’t they? However, if the femme had possessed the ability to read minds, she likely would have been a bit dumbfounded by Kreig’s fleeting thought that they may have been infected with a virus.
Last Edit: Sept 18, 2022 12:08:48 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by AirDagger on Sept 22, 2022 18:11:30 GMT -5
Like his sister, Dagger also found himself a bit confused by Starkreiger’s reaction to their antics. He seemed thoroughly perplexed…concerned, even. And so, after Arrow had taken the initiative to offer the seeker a consoling pat on the forearm, he would come forth to mirror the action on the opposite limb. Truthfully, the level of confusion being exhibited from this ‘con almost made him feel bad.
“Um…I guess our work isn’t too pressing? We were just doin’ some surveying. I was about to do another fly-over before we caught ya.” After saying this, he would take a step back, not wanting to invade the mech’s personal space any longer.
“But if you want to help us, we need to get ya cleaned up first. If you’ll sit tight for a minute, me and Arrow can go find you something you can use to clean off your wings.”
Post by Starkrieger on Oct 1, 2022 16:17:29 GMT -5
Still pulled back, his wings raised slightly, mulling over the tone the femme was using. Odder than their previous behavior, it seemed gentle, encouraging in a way that was too soft for someone to be throwing in his direction. Despite its almost alien nature, it took mere clicks for him to relax, as Arrow appeared neither dangerous nor manipulative. Perhaps it was because they were youngsparks, that it was easier accept the openness they displayed. Endearing, but concern was his primary reaction. Starkrieger had seen much over the course of the war… Many Decepticons would have been quick to abuse such well meaning intent.
Even as he accepted their responses, their touch was off-putting, by virtue of the connection it conveyed. He had the discipline to only lower his optics, glancing at the motion, before returning his attention to the femme. Despite his reluctance, Starkrieger was not the sort to quickly resort to anger, or cruelty to dissuade signs of affection; certainly not when it wasn't necessary. This differed from his typical experience with forming connections, but didn't seem like firm action was needed. Regardless, it was an uncomfortable topic, making it easier to focus on the previous misunderstanding.
So, it was a game, of sorts? His optic ridge dropped a little at the idea.
Why would he be agitated over being confused about which was which? Was this youngspark humor?
“ Uhh. Sorry for ruining… it.“
Well this was a bit awkward.
When the smaller mech moved away, the Seeker carefully stretched his wings, ignoring the gritty, filth. Most of the bulk of the mud had been left in the water, but it was far from ideal. Such discomfort was briefly forgotten as Dagger made an offer that had his spark pulse stuttering. His processor froze, leaving the Seeker to fumble for a response in the time it took for it to reboot.
“Heh, thanks Deadlift, but I don’t think we’ll find anything suitable out here.” Contrasting his internal struggle, the soldier was offhanded, even subtly jovial. A less than wise decision, but it was a gamble he would take. “They’re fine for now. “
Mindful of where he set his pedes, Starkrieger made his way to the net that he’d recently been freed from, reaching down to slip claws in between the web of cords. It was hefty, well constructed, but Seeker’s weren’t built feeble.
“We should probably start, with resetting your trap, Ja?”
The suggestion to disregard the matter was not heeded. Why, it was only a quick flight to the abandoned campsite at the edge of the marsh that the two of them had passed through on their way in. There had most definitely been a tarp or two there. It would be no problem at all to bring it back to their new acquaintance. “Be right back!”
That was the only preamble Starkreiger was given before the mini-jet spun around on one foot and started looking for an exit amongst the sea of trees. Once one had been spotted, he wasted no time in running towards it, before transforming into his alternate mode and zipping away into the sky.
Before any details concerning the restoration of the net could be worked out, Dagger was off. Arrow’s optics narrowed, and she let out a frustrated grumble under her breath. Of course, her brother’s actions were well meaning. He was being considerate and fetching something for their guest so that he’d be able to wipe the rest of the muck off of his frame. But for the love of Primus, a WARNING would have been nice.
Assuming that their guest would no doubt be confused by this spur-of-the-moment Decision, Arrow decided to elaborate on her sibling’s thought process. “We passed through a campground on the way here that some humans had used who knows how long ago. There was some stuff around the place that might be helpful for ya.”
After saying this, the three wheeler would pace back over to the downed net, and examine it, mentally mulling over her options as to how it could be rigged back up.
“It shouldn’t be too hard to get this bad boy back up. It’s just that uh, well, I think you may have taken out a few branches on your way down, so we might need to pick another spot to wrap the ends around.”
Last Edit: Oct 14, 2022 23:47:44 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Starkrieger on Oct 17, 2022 15:32:03 GMT -5
And he was off.
Even with his quick processor, the unexpected enthusiasm from the little flier caught him off guard. Honestly, Krieg wasn’t sure if he was more impressed, or concerned. Primus could only guess what the mechling would bring back with him.
Fortunately, Arrow at least assisted with that. Well, assisted was a strong word, but he knew what Dagger was likely to present him with, so that was something… At the same time, ‘tarps’ did not sound like they’d be pleasant. Obviously, he had dealt with far worse but, as it stood, he didn’t have to, and that made all the difference.
Well, regardless, there was no reason in arguing about it with a mech that wasn’t present. Optics moving to focus on the femme, he couldn’t help but smirk at her words.
“That your way of telling me to lay off the energon goodies?”, his teasing remained light and playful. In seriousness, the three-wheeler had a point, and though he didn’t rightly know how she planned to put up her trap, on reflex he looked up to observe his ‘handiwork’.
“Could move the whole thing. Anyone that comes through this way, will be cautious if they're investigating this... mess. “ Perhaps that was an understatement. The massive branches being snapped at unforgiving angles, and making a vague but noticeable path to the ground below was definitely suspicious. That brought his attention back to it's placement. Given the nature of the trap, it seemed their aim was to catch fliers, having netting in the trees. Were there other traps he should be wary of set at ground level? If they were hunting for Autobots, particularly in defense of any nearby Decepticon interests, there would be. Grounders tended to make up the majority of the faction.
As he continued to look at the damage he’d done to the native flora, his claws idly toyed with the net, worrying it between his digits, without compromising the integrity of the material. It did occur to him, if they set it up before her other half returned… he might be able to smoothly get them to agree to return to base, meaning he wouldn’t need to deal with his wings out in the wilds. That was assuming they didn't have others to rig up. Well, leaving them was hardly an option, and it wasn't as if he had anything better to do anyway.
Those were the first words exclaimed by AirDagger after he had completed his transformation sequence and planted his feet upon the ground. Shortly after landing, the miniature jet shuffled over to his sister’s side and angled himself so that the cockpit nestled between his wings would be accessible to her. Instead of giving any sort of verbal instruction, he simply pointed at it, and the material within. It was self-explanatory enough for his sibling, given she didn't seem to need any clarification. Once the tarp had been freed with Arrow’s assistance, and placed into his waiting hands, Dagger hoisted it above his helm proudly and carefully navigated his way over to the seeker.
“This is what I found. It’s a bit dusty but you can use it to wipe some of that mud off. Otherwise, you’d have to put your claws in all that gunk!”
He seemed pleased with himself. That was, until part of the tarp escaped his grasp and fell down, hiding his face. “Ah..”
Last Edit: Dec 14, 2022 11:55:33 GMT -5 by AirDagger