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.
Post by Cassandra Cassidy on Jun 7, 2023 18:13:20 GMT -5
The lighter was taken briskly, and the cigarette lit with a single practiced motion. The woman took a deep drag, exhale smoke through her nose and mouth with a relieved, drawn-out sigh. The vapors curled into the air and danced away on the wind, the sweet burn in her lungs taking the edge off her worries. God, did she need her cigarettes, and thank Jesus that someone had a light up there.
"I can live with what they think," Butch said at the comment about some of the aliens being prejudiced. It wouldn't surprise her, given how territorial and cliquey humankind could be. Who was to say that other life out there couldn't have similar biases and hang-ups as her species could? Sentience was a mixed bag of natural instinct versus abstract thought. It was perfectly natural for a sense of superiority to arise in something out there, Butch felt.
"Anything else I should know about?" the cleaner added, taking another long, savored drag of her cancer stick.
Post by Nathan Walker on Jun 11, 2023 17:02:47 GMT -5
“Good.” Nathan replied as he took another sip from his bottle. “It helps that Optimus keeps his people on a pretty tight leash in regards to their prejudices. Honestly I think humanity hit the jackpot in the sense that Optimus Prime is the one calling the shots with the Autobots.” He noted as he held out a hand towards Butch without looking, waiting for the lighter to be placed back in it. There were few material items that Nathan was very sentimental about, but that lighter was one of them.
Speaking of what she needed to be aware of...
“There is this one guy you should look out for. Though...I think calling him a guy is offensive to us guys out here.” Nathan snorted at his own semi-joke for a moment. “His name’s Prowl. I guess he’s the second in command here, and he also oversees the Bot’s strategy and intelligence collection. I haven’t interacted with him directly, but from what I picked up he seems to be wound exceedingly tight.”
Nathan could understand being apprehensive, the Bot’s were on an alien planet after all fighting a war with a ruthless enemy and a host population that for the most part wasn’t aware of their presence. But there was being apprehensive...and then there was being an asshole about it.
“Fortunately he answers to Optimus, and Optimus has made his position known on a few things.”
Post by Cassandra Cassidy on Jul 3, 2023 19:47:59 GMT -5
The cleaner did a small double-take at Nathan's hand, then quickly placed the lighter back into it. She'd so been so engrossed with the sensation of having a long smoke that returning the item had slipped her mind. It was amazing how such a little vice could gnaw at the edge of her mind, becoming a bother she couldn't put her finger on alone. Only when that first drag hit her lungs did she realize what she missed - in a way, it reminded her of her parkour days. She missed the thrill of leaping from high place to high place, too.
Looking down from the mesa, a wash of calm nostalgia rolled over her. Here, above the world and at the edge of the sky, she could forget things for a while. Her eyes grew distant as Nathan spoke about Prowl, the individual noted but not really a concern. Authority figures wound as tight as a spring? Butch knew all too well about those types. Some had been her wardens, once upon a more rebellious time. She looked at Nathan and flashed him a soft, tired, confident grin.
"Nothing I can't handle," said Butch. "He sounds like a Monday to me. Is that everything I need to know?"
Post by Nathan Walker on Jul 9, 2023 23:29:17 GMT -5
Nathan took the lighter back without a word and tucked it into his jean pocket, his heart rate coming back down from the slightly elevated pace it had previously been.
“If that’s your Monday, may I recommend looking for new employment?” he half-joked as he took another sip from his nearly empty coke bottle, thinking back to his previous life before joining Special Forces. He’d had a good leader in Sergeant Thornkin back when he was in the Airborne, but some of the people that Thornkin had to report to had made Prowl look like a walk in the park. One of the benefits of going into Special Ops is that those kinds of leaders didn’t tend to make their way into the Teams. Oh there were a few who slipped through at first, but usually they got a good wake up call after a bit.
He thought for a moment about her question before shaking his head.
“No...I think that’s it. Optimus will probably have more to say since it’s his show, but as long as your polite and respectful you should get along just fine.”
He finished the last of his coke and placed it back into the box, then stood up and brushed some of the desert dust from his pants.
“Anyway...I should probably get back to work...” he said as he held out a hand to help her up.
Post by Cassandra Cassidy on Jul 14, 2023 15:59:02 GMT -5
Cassandra glanced at the man's hand, sticking the cigarette in her mouth so it could poke out the side. Holding it fast between her teeth, she reached out and took Nathan's palm in hers. Calloused digits where the fingerless gloves didn't cover would firmly grip his palm. The woman hefted herself up without a sound.
"Yeah, you do that," the woman said. She let go of Nathan's hand and offered a friendly smile. "I think I'll hang around a bit more. Enjoy the scenery as it goes. I'm sure someone will come and get me if I'm up here too long."
She looked back out at the horizon. The vultures had stopped circling and were unseen on the horizon. Must've finished up what they found, the cleaner thought. She looked back at Nathan to see if he had anything else to say, taking the cigarette from her mouth. She held it between two fingers, rolling it a little.
Post by Nathan Walker on Jul 16, 2023 19:43:21 GMT -5
“Yeah...probably...”
They’d probably send him up here after her again if he was a betting person. That or one of the smaller Autobots such as Arcee or Bumblebee. All depended on who was available and what kind of tone Optimus wanted to send.
He reached down and picked up the box with the bottles, then turned and headed for the door.