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.
“If you've got any energon goodies, you better be sharing.” The three wheeler flashed a fanged smirk after boldly making the demand, and eyed Starkreiger with scrutiny. Were there any coveted snacks he was hiding on his person? Any in his quarters?
“We can rig the net up in a different spot. There’s one I’ve got in mind, actually. If you want, I can send Dagger the coordinates and you two can go ahead and fly out that way. I’ll get there…eventually.” Arrow looked down at the muck below her with distaste, and rolled her optics. Now, there was nothing wrong with getting a little bit dirty, despite what some bots might think. Dirt was good. Great, even. But swamps? Not so much. Nobody got through swamps in a hurry, unless they were gifted with certain aquatic alternate modes.
The young femme desperately hoped that her and her sibling’s next mission would take place somewhere there would be no mush or stupid human traffic laws to slow her down.
“Sorry ta’ disappoint, but I’m not an all-terrain vehicle. I mean…if I wanted to, I could zip right on over there with the flyboy but I’ve got all this daggone mud in my way…”
Last Edit: Dec 20, 2022 22:58:09 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Starkrieger on Jan 1, 2023 22:15:03 GMT -5
And he was back…
The small flier offered little by way of warning as he came barreling toward them, but he had been expected, and therefore caused no alarm. Once he had landed, the rather animated spectacle of the twinsparks interacting was offered continued intrigue. Not that he didn’t have some understanding of a close, unspoken communication between mecha, but it was hard to imagine a Trine being as lively and chaotic in their movements. He imagined this was what it was like watching a batch of turbofoxes tussle.
Oh, yeah, the tarp was for him…
“Thanks Deadlift.” Vocals full of a confidence he didn’t exactly feel, Starkrieger reached over to first lift the corner of the fabric that had blocked the flier from view, before claiming it. “You… did great.” That’s what he should do right? Give the kid praise? It wasn’t the standard protocol for green soldiers, but… whatever.
His claws worried the material briefly, and decided it could have been worse. The real problem was… well self maintaining wings wasn’t always easy. He had tools to use to assist but, there was a big difference between wiping mud off, and engaging in a full grooming session in the middle of nowhere with younglings looking up at him. He wasn’t quite sure why that unnerved him, but it did in a way that probably wouldn’t have existed had they been in the washracks where it was less likely any further offer to assist manifest. Thankfully the previous conversation with Arrow provided a distraction.
“Don’t worry Livewire, if I come across anything to snack on, you two will be the first to know”, he was still teasing, as he angled himself away from the pair so he wasn’t meeting their optics. He’d start simple, dealing with the forward facing surface and edge that was within reach over his shoulders. There was, however, a pause as his own words sink in.
“Actually…If you like treats, I may know someone can put your appetites to good use. “ He wasn’t sure if Pipette continued to experiment on energy boosting treats for the troops, but if she was, it seemed a couple of ‘snack enthusiasts’ might be useful in testing adjustments to flavor and texture. Would their compact size help her in trying different formulas, but on a less resource intensive scale? Maybe, it couldn’t hurt to let his Rivet decide for herself.
Resuming tending to his wings, he had to alternate positions, and try to reach around and between limbs and chassis to manage to work the filth off. It was that filth that provided a common source of commiseration between himself and the three wheeler.
“... Is there… some way we could help?” It was… awkward but, he had been joking with Pipchen not that long ago about the fact that…he flight capable in root, and the possibility of taking her up with him. It had been, somewhat in jest; what grounder would ever really want to be airborne? Besides, even if it was possible, it had to violate Seeker sensibility… right?
His optics were wide as pies. He was not able to contain the small bounce of excitement that coursed through his frame, nor the subtle fluttering of his wings. “Really? I did great? Thank you so much Mr. Seeker. I tried my best.” This miniature jet was wholly unaware of the fact that being viewed as any sort of authority figure was likely something unnatural and strange for Starkreiger, who had evidently not spent much (if any) time in the presence of mecha younger than himself up until this point. The thought simply didn’t cross his mind, and as such, he only reveled in the approval of a more experienced (and super, totally cool!!) soldier.
A nod was given at the mention of potential taste testing. It had been ages since Dagger, or his sister, had gotten to have anything other than plain liquid energon, so getting to try something new would be a good change of pace.
Starkreiger might consider his potential proposal to be a violation of his sensibilities. To Arrowblaze, it just sounded like a fun time. She was aware that she was something of an oddity, in that she enjoyed heights and being airborne ...within reason. Perhaps it was because it fed into her adrenaline addiction…or because the other half of her spark was a flier, and that made her CPU do funny things. Oh well. She had never really spent any time dwelling on it.
“I’ve done it before. Sometimes I’ve gotta grab ahold of that dummy over there when I need to make a quick exit. …and sometimes our other commander used to zoom away with me when we were outnumbered.” At this, she would give a small snicker, though her amusement seemed to turn to disappointment as it sunk in that she didn’t know when she’d be able to see that commander in question again…Zephyr had always been one of her favorites.
“Do I get to go on a trip?” A bit of joy returned to her features as she asked.
Post by Starkrieger on Feb 17, 2023 23:32:48 GMT -5
Mr. Seeker?
Wings pulling gently back, Starkrieger’s field started to prickle with discomfort. The wrongness of the situation settled on his spark. Authority hit differently in the military than what this youngspark threw at him. Had Starkrieger admired the experienced mecha at the start of the war? Of course, what young flier didn’t look up to the Energon Seekers? Primus, they still deserved respect, but this was different.
“... Yes.” Confirming Dagger had his approval seemed harmless enough, though his wings hadn’t returned to their proper position. “You… can call me Krieg, ‘Mr. Seeker’ will probably get confusing, back at base.” Mindful of his tones, he it drop after issuing the suggestion, assuming the mechling continue to press him.
It wasn’t like he'd be spared, either way. Primus had decided he would be made to pay for the awkwardness he evoked in other’s for sport. He remained skeptical of serving as transport of the small femme, while she immediately took a liking to it. Frag, he hadn’t yet gotten his perception sorted out, but as he was about to respond, her demeanor changed. Excitement fell into a world weariness that had seeped into their sparks; the gravity of the realities of war dragging them down.
Whether she thought the commander in question was offlined, or was merely not present, hardly mattered. Wings dropping slowly, the Seeker knew the emotion well. They all had a commander, a partner, someone, that was taken, or worse, left to uncertain fate.
His optics turned away, granting her a moment of consideration, When her brightness broke through the weight of her melancholy, he suppressed an inward groan. Maybe it was a crime against his sensibilities, but what else could he do?
He continued to attempt to make progress with the offending mess, faceplate emotionless as he appeared to be concentrating on what he was doing. His processor was on another matter. There were many reasons this was a bad idea, it being undignified, risky, and potentially setting a dangerous precedent, and yet, the way the little grounder lit up, in the face of the universal grief... and who was he to deny the potential for flight to distract from such unpleasant truths.
Was he not planning to chase one of the earth storms, just to almost feel them?
“Perhaps, Just a quick one.” He stipulated calmly, giving in, despite the implications. He must have been getting soft. “How... do you usually do this?” The more he tried to take it seriously, the more unsure he was about it. Starkrieger didn't simply fly in root, he used his frame, his entire frame, to navigate the skies. A passenger he had to secure would inhibit him.
"How do I usually do this...uhh hm." Arrow would tap a finger against her chin, and look off to the side in contemplation. The nature of how she was scooped up into the sky very much depended on who, precisely, was doing the scooping. Commander Zephyr tended to just grab her by the middle and go in an emergency, whereas Dagger, given his smaller stature, would often grab her by the arm....or, under certain circumstances, let her hitch a ride on the top of his altmode. However, such a maneuver was only effective at slower speeds. On a fast-moving jet (a seeker especially), she would no doubt get launched off of whatever surface she was attached too and plummet to the ground... Even if Kreig tried to be careful, it would end badly.
Given that the mech in question seemed to be similar to her former commander in terms of size, the femme concluded that the Zephyr Method would be the best course of action. She would raise her arms in an upward gesture, essentially requesting to be picked up. Claws made a grabby motion as she waited.
Oh wait. Right. She was supposed to explain the process.
"Oh sorry. Back when Zeph had to get me out of somewhere she'd just kinda scoop me up and hold on.."
Continue to press him, he did. This made twice that Starkreiger had brought this up! He figured that the mech could use some clarification. "Well, yer just Mr. Seeker when there's nobody else around that could also be a Mr Seeker. When there is, we'll be more specific, so nobody gets confused." It seemed logical. Why wouldn't it be? Dagger knew how to differentiate different bots in conversation, thank you very much.
However, he was oblivious to the fact Starkreiger was feeling awkward, or that the "trip" his sibling had inquired about prior went against his supposed seekerly sensibilities. The mini jet was already ready to fly, and just fidgeted his claws while waiting for the other two to figure out how they were going to pull off the plan that had been proposed.
Truthfully, he didn't have any advice to offer. Scooping Arrow up into the air wasn't something that he (or the other fliers in their former unit) usually had the time to give much thought to. Typically, they just grabbed at whatever limb was closest to them and bolted.
Post by Starkrieger on Mar 23, 2023 19:44:58 GMT -5
Primus… There was something off about younglings.
Neither twin proved to have an answer that made the Seeker feel any more at ease with the situation. Whether it was Dagger’s insistence that he was ‘Mr. Seeker’, or the femme’s cavalier attitude towards the matter of him ferrying her along.
As the small flier offered his explanation, Krieg’s wings pulled back, his processor quick enough to pick up on the fact that this was not going the way he had expected. This, however, was nothing compared to having Arrow reaching up at him. The signal was clear, for all that it was the oddest request he’d ever received. His wings flexed, wavering in their position, as his gaze averted. What was he supposed to do at this point?
While the pair might be oblivious to social cues, Starkrieger was not. As he looked away from the grounder, he caught the building restlessness in her twin.
Surely he had never been so ridiculous in his early function?
Just as quickly as the thought drifted through his helm, he assured himself he most certainly had not. Well, there was nothing for it; resolving himself, the Seeker returned his attention to the femme. Hesitating, he remained skeptical of this. He was still trying to decide if this was appropriate for his model, serving as transport had been a sore subject for them, as he understood the history of it, but more importantly he would have to touch the femmeling. What she proposed required significant trust from her. Despite her being completely unfazed, Krieg didn’t feel this faith was deserved.
Well, it was time to suck it up and get things done. After all, war didn’t really give much leave for hangups and personal dilemmas. At a measured pace, so as not to startle her, the soldier approached but took a moment to gesture with the clockwise rotation of a single claw, indicating he wanted her to turn around. It was off-putting already carrying her, he didn’t need it being more awkward. Besides, should something unfortunate happen, it would be safer for her to have her back supported. The average frame was not designed to fold backwards in case of impact. Her backstrut might be severely damaged, if not snapped, if he were forced from the sky.
Satisfied with her compliance, Starkrieger leaned down to wrap an arm around her waist, letting the right limb settle just below the flared plating of her upper chassis. The left he slipped across, to support her better, once airborne the pressure of forward momentum should help secure her, if he needed to free that arm to use his weaponry.
Frag though, it was weird holding her.
Optics turning to Dagger, he mustered what discipline he could before addressing the smaller flier, attempting not to dwell how the day had taken such a drastic turn from chasing a rogue Autobot.
While Kreig may have currently been feeling distressed, and questioning if being used for transportation purposes broke some sort of mysterious seeker code... Arrow could not have been happier. As she was effectively scooped up, her field buzzed with excitement, as legs kicked and door wings fluttered in tandem. "Heck yeah THIS IS GONNA BE SO COOL."
As it hit her that it would likely be quite difficult to fly if she kept moving around, the three wheeler settled herself, and tried to stay as still as she could. She also got the sense that it might be for the best to reign in her enthusiasm, as the soldier seemed to be highly confused and somewhat unsettled by everything happening around him. Was he ok? She and Dagger had messed with him a few times, sure...but only by way of harmless jokes, which had went directly over his head. Every action the pair took seemed to only further bewilder him. I mean, the two of them were a bit weird. Sure. But it wasn't THAT bad, was it?
The thought lingered in her mind, but she chose not to ask about it. At least not yet.
Last Edit: Mar 30, 2023 19:38:50 GMT -5 by Deleted
Similarly oblivious to the seeker's discomfort, Dagger was in his own world, excited to take to the skies again. Though, he had to admit, he wasn't quite used to... guiding anyone anywhere. Well, other than his twin, every now and then.
Granted, it was their potential trap spot, that they had personally selected. The pair would be the ones who would be able to find it again the most easily. But couldn’t their new friend have just taken coordinates? Maybe he wasn’t the best at navigating. Oh well. The mini jet wouldn’t hold it against him.
After collecting all of the netting, Dagger would transform once more, returning to the air and taking the lead. He flew at a relatively slow pace, not because he thought Kreig would have any trouble keeping up (truthfully, the military jet could probably fly circles around him), but because the older flier had evidently never carried someone like this before and might need a second to figure everything out and takeoff safely.
Last Edit: Apr 7, 2023 22:58:47 GMT -5 by AirDagger
Post by Starkrieger on Apr 9, 2023 12:26:37 GMT -5
The wiggling mass of youngling was a bit concerning. He’d been about to say something; however, the femme sorted herself out, so he let it go. Being excitable was hardly a crime, so long as she had the sense to calm down when it mattered. Either way, he was ready to cope. As Dagger took off, Krieg didn’t immediately follow, subtle shifts in his helm assisted his darting optics, confirming he was pre-accounting for obstacles. Slower and more agile in root though he was, Kreig’s additional sensors’ range would be reduced. Thankfully, with the wider, open water near, there was a thinning of obstructions to clear skies.
The grip on the femmling’s waist tightened, as the Seeker in a single, fluid movement, bent his knee joints, simultaneously testing the effect of her added weight as he sprang up, thrusters firing without hesitation, as if he’d never been nervous. Action was an easy remedy for overthinking.
Branches he might have flown through were slipped around, to reduce the assault to Arrows’ faceplate, leaving only the thinnest twigs, and ends of outstretched greenery to trouble them. A brief inconvenience as Starkreiger overshot Dagger. Not thinking, he sent the smaller flier a Vosian airforce code, before repeating in Cybertronian basic.
::Standby:: It came across firm, an order of sorts. The unusual circumstance had thrown him off his game, or he would have given the youngling forewarning. Higher over the treeline, the Seeker kept climbing until he was properly clear of serious consequences for what he was preparing to do. If not for the femme in his arms, he wouldn’t have clued back in to the fact that, this was not a structured flight, until after his ‘test run’ was completed, but the need to update his passenger, and step out of military code default spurred him along.
::Sorry, I should have told you.:: He started out stiff, as it took time for him to transition into a casual means of communication. As he continued, he would improve as he navigated the balance between the seriousness of the situation and that he was dealing with a couple of kids, one of whom would not be put at ease if he sounded like he was barking orders at her. ::We’re going to run a quick check, to re-calibrate my systems. Just standard stuff, don’t worry:: Surely that would come across better than saying he needed to ‘get a feel’ so if things went sideways, he’d be less likely to fly them into the ground and get her offlined. Right?
Without further ado, Krieg disengaged flight-locks, and snapped his wings against his backstrut, and they dropped.
Dagger froze up a bit as he was commed a [rather serious sounding] command in a language he couldn't understand. Whatever Starkreiger was asking of him had totally flown over his head. After a second, it hit him that it was likely something in Vosian, which he definitely did not fluently speak. At all. He didn't even know the language or dialect of his OWN city-state, considering Praxus had sort of been on fire when he was activated. Thankfully however, their seeker friend would follow up with something he actually did understand, resolving his confusion. Mostly.
::Oh! Ok!::
He wasn't exactly sure what was going on, but he would slow down, before making a turn. And then, dropping his altitude when he saw the soldier going down. Oh man. He knew what he was doing right? He had to. This was PROBABLY fine. But even still, he had a feeling Arrow might be a bit terrified. But...it was very hard to take any of this seriously just on the basis of how goofy Mr-Serious-Seeker-Soldier-Mech looked being the three wheeler's oversized jetpack.
::You look so silly right now.:: Was he going to regret that statement? Maybe! But its not as if Kreig had any mud to fling at him up here in the sky. So what was he going to do about it?
Arrow was completely unaware of the communication difficulties between her brother and the larger flier, though seeing Dagger slow down and start turning around made her realize something had gone wrong. Probably.
And then they dropped.
Dagger may have been expecting his twin to be startled or alarmed...however, Arrow was absolutely having the time of her life. As they plummeted [within control] she let out an excited cheer, raising her chunky claws upwards. "WOO! THIS IS AWESOME!"
The idea of rapidly descending while airborne would probably terrify a lot of grounders, but Arrow lived for adrenaline rushes ... and her self-preservation instincts were also probably a bit questionable.
"I LOVE RECALIBRATION!"
At least when it was exciting. Kreig’s serious tone and demeanor was no match for the amount of fun this three wheeler was currently having. Not at all.
Post by Starkrieger on May 27, 2023 16:44:59 GMT -5
Down, down they dropped. The cry of delight unanswered as Starkrieger sought the mark. The rush of readings, air currents and pressure passed over his wings. With only a quarter of the way to go till splashdown, the Seeker sharply veered into a roll, a single spiral and the half way through the second, his wings flicked out at to standard, his turbines kicking back to life, as he shot out parallel to the water. He used the continued momentum to arc up into an ascent.
Satisfied, the flier decided he was prepared, in case their day should be ruined by Autobots sticking their olfactories where they weren’t welcome.
::Proceed… Deadlift:: There was still that struggle to balance the military with something easier. It didn’t help that they were small, had far less experience, and therefore needed to be protected in his mind. However, one thing did help, and that was the sheer enthusiasm of the three-wheeler. Yes, he did notice she was having the time of her life.
If it just so happened to seem like Krieg wasn’t missing opportunities to dive and evade any wayward obstacles or thermals along the way, well he wasn’t going to draw attention to it. That last minute course corrections would ‘spice up ‘ their flight path was obviously a mere coincidence. Either way, they would get where they needed to go, and he’d make good on his promise to assist the younglings set up their new trap. Though they had a talent for making things awkward, they really weren’t so bad.