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 this worked and they managed to get Knock Out to spill every single Decepticon secret that he knew, then this moment could be the moment where the tide of the war shifted in favor of the Autobots. Maybe, if they used the information correctly, it could be the beginning of the Autobot victory. But first, Prowl’s plan would have to work.
Of course it would work. It was his plan after all.
“And the additional half-ration for your efforts.”
All the pieces were in play now.
As Prowl turned to follow the rest of them out of the room, he was stopped by Sunstreaker turning to face him and asking the question. “We good?” Prowl simply stared at her for a long moment before speaking. She was far from his first choice in a perfect world, but in this imperfect world she was pretty close to his first choice, and of the bots available she was at the top of the list. So she would do, if he could get her to play her part like she needed to.
“So far. We should conference in order to coordinate our plan of attack during the interrogation.”
Oh yes, as essential as Carbine was to the plan, Sunstreaker was in some ways even more essential. So he would have to make sure that she understood her assignment.
When the ration reward was brought up once more, Carbine bit down, throttling any sort of reply or retort with far more ease than he had when it was initially proposed. The shock of it all, the pure SURPRISE, had passed over, permitting him to keep a far more professional composure over the entire matter. He wasn't going to join in with Sunstreaker to poke fun, but he also wasn’t going to show joy at it and respond with a yay and high five. He would get his ration however. As small a reward as it may be, it was still now HIS, and he WOULD claim what belonged to him.
That was a problem for future him however, as Carbine's focus was more settled in the direction of the door and starting this ball rolling. The sooner he got there, the sooner he could be a little shit, the sooner he could hopefully help, and then the sooner he could be free. Only... they stopped, and were now kindling up a new discussion on things when he thought it was figured out.
This confused him a great deal to a point it may have shown in a momentary flicker with the shape of the optical projections. They were so keen to walk out and go, yet they didn't have a plan? Then again, no plan is the best plan. Let the situation guide and inspire... Be themselves so that it felt organic and true... Yet Prowl had given him a full script, and he didn't have one of his own?
They needed to just cut loose, yet, that wasn't his call to make.
Clicking his pointer finger on the opened door panel once, Carbine would ease back upright with a stilted movement, letting his hand slip off its surface while he did so. This caused the door to drift almost closed without the applied pressure, tapping slightly on its frame without tipping over and closing. The black and white mech wasn’t going to keep holding it aside if they planned to mill up some sort of conference on how to go about their mission. As such, Carbine pressed his back to the wall beside the door's frame, so that it would be awkward for either of them to try to make him go first when they could just exit on their own and he would follow suit.
Taking up the more 'professional' stance once more, Carbine planted his peds at hip width, drawing his forearms up to rest at his lower back as he settled down. With this new stance he mentally checked out to a small degree. Still listening, still somewhat keeping a bead on things, but also trying to detach so that he wasn’t privy to any sort of details he 'shouldn’t know' as an inmate.
He was going to try to take this seriously.
He was going to earn his ration.
And he was going to make use of his free pass to its full extent.
Yellow optics settled straight ahead across the room.
Post by Sunstreaker on Oct 9, 2022 17:19:00 GMT -5
No doubt Prowl had some additional instructions for her, in a moment. Strategy, he'd say. Whatever it was going to be, it probably wasn't meant for Carbine. He'd been squared away as best they could allow at this point, so she felt she wasn't in any position to object. It all felt a little weird, though. She was a frontliner, albeit a cop before all of that. All this cloak and dagger wasn't normally her style. It happened to be Prowl's. But with numbers being what they were, it hadn't surprised her that she'd been roped in with everyone else.
Sunny rolled her shoulders, hearing that same pop once her right arm made a full rotation. Gonna have to look at that, later. She was already 120% ready to get the show on the road, at this point. "Mm. You gonna be on silent comms while I'm in there, then?"
Prowl BETTER be. No way she'd take sole blame for botching the interrogation -- IF she botched the interrogation. She wouldn't, hopefully. She knew how to question people. She'd done it all the time. Usually at the end of a rifle. But, no rifle this time. Unless Prowl let her off the leash, which she wished he'd do. Get a whole lot more out of him, a whole lot faster that way, too.
With that, Sunny headed for the door, passing Carbine an 'I guess we're in it now' glance as she thumbed the door switch.
Did he trust Sunstreaker that much to let her off the leash like that?
Prowl didn’t say anything in reply, because to be quite honest he did not have an answer for Sunstreaker at the present time. He would admit that Sunstreaker was capable, otherwise she would not be privy to this conversation. But at the same time...it all came down to trust. Did he trust her enough to steer the conversation in the right direction? She wasn’t exactly trained in the delicate art of interrogation, as her training most likely would have only covered field interrogations, which usually involved a gun to the head while ordering the victim to start talking while counting down from five.
Part of him wondered if he should switch roles with her, given how eager she was to let loose.
No, Knock Out would have some idea of who he was. It would be...out of form...for him to play the advocate and ally, especially if his worst suspicions were true. Better for a shiny sports car femme to try and charm the medical officer even if all intelligence pointed to Knock Out liking mechs over femmes. If he had one he would have used them.
No, this was the path that he must tread with the tools that he had.
So instead he just stayed silent as he waited for Carbine and Sunstreaker to exit. It was time to go to work...
Carbine's helm crooked to the side as Sunstreaker exited the room first, a sort of twitch made so that he could attempt to narrow down exactly which way she stepped once passing the threshold. Right. Left. Straight. It seemed like it would be so very easy to know by audio cues alone, yet he wanted to not just be aware, but rather be certain, as the answer to this question was something he wanted... no... needed to key into. He didn’t want to swing his elbow fin back into either of their throats or something else out of line. The issues he had were rather venomous and difficult to throttle, even if life would be more convenient, and he didn't wish to get into a mess like that right off the starting line.
This consideration lasted a couple of beats, before he twisted his focus back at Prowl, an additional moment slipping by in which he willed the mech to get over his ego and leave the room now rather than later. This wasn’t a power play on Carbine's part. His goal wasn't to be last in ushering out others to push them forward... It was something to stabilize his own quirk, and yet, here they were, and a form of tension raked through his joints. If he really wanted to pitch a fit? He felt he could win this battle, but it would also cause undue focus to latch down onto him, highlighting things rather than dancing around his glaring psychological weakness.
He had to simply be adaptive, just as he was forced to do countless times in the past.
An art he had skillfully honed.
An internalized growl was made as the decision was finalized, Carbine silently cursing the other mech before he took a sidestep in front of the door, so that he blotted the exit with his back aiming out. For a brief moment, it was almost as though he were caging Prowl within the room, the light from the hallway hazing an outline around his dark painted frame, before he took an abrupt step back, only to then hook sharply the opposite direction that Sunstreaker had gone. The motion was made in such a tight turn, that Bolo nearly touched the wall's edge as a pivot point in the process, the rotor posts hooking high on their mountings so that the flat panels hung close to his central mass on either side.
Once out into the hallway, where he could get a visual bead on Sunstreaker, Carbine took note of if anyone else lurked along the corridor, wanting to keep tabs on his personal environment. With it confirmed that they were going to be the only ones at this time, he would then ease away from the wall, his strides unusually calm after such a tense, nearly artificially robotic, set of actions. Truly, it was as though everything was as normal as it could be, the moment passed, things addressed, and now he was ready to move on.
Continuing forward a couple of additional steps, Carbine stood away from the doorway, yellow optical projections shifting over to watch Prowl and if he were to follow suit. Given the fact the other two Cybertronian's conversations had instantly halted after the femme had asked about comms, he could only assume that another discussion was then occurring that he wasn't privy to. This caused his focus to flick between them, looking for expression changes or other physical cues to try to piece together what was being spoken about.
Ah well. It didn't matter.
Should they start down the hall, Carbine would move accordingly. He would attempt to keep pace so that the other two were leading, or were positioned no further back than his direct side.
Post by Sunstreaker on Oct 30, 2022 17:34:24 GMT -5
It didn't immediately register to her that Prowl had said slag all in response to her question. Sunstreaker was mostly in the hall by the time it finally hit her. As far as she was concerned, it was incredibly important to know whether or not she'd have free reign in the chamber, alone with Knock Out. For all her blustering and posturing, the thought of not having a link to the outside in real-time was something that unsettled her. At least with Prowl on the line, responsibility was diffused. But alone? It was all on her.
"Uh, base to Prowl?" she questioned.
Sunny didn't stop her stride into the hallway -- rather, she slowed her pace momentarily, as if by doing so she'd catch the answer Prowl was about to pitch to her. Immediately however, she grew bored of the game. Her lips bent into a frown, especially considering Carbine chose that moment to block the doorway. His sudden repositioning was enough to give her genuine pause, however. If he was about to tear Prowl limb from limb in a fit of pre-emptive rage-revenge, she'd at least stick around to watch.
But alas, no anticipatory revenge today.
As soon as Carbine fell back in line, she was off once again. Sunny offered the most unconcerned shrug of her shoulders, followed by a quick flick of her finely polished wings. Why was she the only normal one here? Well, relatively speaking of course.
But alas, it didn't matter. None of this mattered.
If Prowl wanted to ever answer her question, he'd pipe up about it sooner or later. If he didn't, she'd for damn sure put it on her record that despite however this little interview went, she'd tried to ask him first. With all the drama and scheming out of the way, it was time to get down to business. As she finally led the trio (plus Bolo) down the hall, Sunny started to cook up a few lines for her new Decepticon buddy.
Prowl was suddenly snapped back into the real world by Sunstreaker’s voice, blinking for a few moments before the golden visor dropped back over to conceal his optics.
“See that Carbine to the brig. I will be seeing to the final preparations of the interrogation room."
He pushed past Sunstreaker and into the hallway, but paused momentarily to turn to Sunstreaker to answer her original question.
“I will be monitoring and issuing instructions to you as I see fit, Sunstreaker. You might be a hotshot combat bot, but this is my domain. Do not ever forget that.”
With that, Prowl turned and walked down the hallway into the bowels of Omega. One of the storage rooms down there should make a good temporary interrogation room, the deeper the better. All that was left now was to prepare the room and hope that Sunstreaker and Carbine played their parts appropriately.