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 Onomatopoeia on Jan 16, 2024 5:48:56 GMT -5
“I ‘onestly would like to believe it was the Autobots and not Mech, I do, ‘owever...you wish for my thoughts on the matter, no? I will ‘appily indulge.” Onomatopoeia leaned forward, ready to unleash her conspiracy. “Consider, both of our enemies are elusive, enough so that the great Soundwave and all their magnifique competence are unable to locate them. We know that the governing people of this land provide the bots amnesty. We know Mech has considerable resources, and are thus likely to be sponsored, or a subsect of that same governing body. It is not unreasonable to conclude our two enemies are possibly collaborative.”
The small femme leaned back once more, into her casual air of relaxation. “Mere speculation of course, the data is inconclusive, evidence circumstantial at best. But your observation is valid, a groundbridge was likely employed and there is no evidence yet that Mech can employ one, thankfully.”
Again she leaned back towards the seeker, but this time with deliberate vehemence in her field and a burr of anger on her voice. “Irregardless of who ‘as the good doctor, we should be very worried about what knowledge might be pried from ‘im, and ‘ow we should prepare for what trouble might come knocking.” As far as she could tell, no one yet seemed particularly concerned about what a leak of their location might entail. A single bomb could doom them all. It was feasible.
The Autobots could just drop one from a groundbridge if they knew where Blackridge was.The human military could do some localized weapon testing if there was collusion with Mech. Onomatopoeia suddenly felt quite claustrophobic.
Post by Starkrieger on Jan 17, 2024 3:04:40 GMT -5
As he listened, the Seeker picked apart her words, both for the overall idea, and the reasoning in the observations she'd made. Regardless of whether her conclusion seemed plausible, the information she'd gleaned might still prove insightful. Listening to her concerns also came with additional benefits, Starkrieger wasn't stupid, but his capacity for empathy was inconsistent. While he was capable of understanding the points of many different mecha, there were situations he was prone to being blind too…. Such as the fear of what MECH could do with Knock Out’s knowledge. Oh, he understood the dangers, and the advantages it would afford MECH… but the actual fear of capture by humans was far removed from him.
Perhaps that was a benefit of being a military class flier. It would be harder for the humans to capture a Seeker than most models, and he had a less emotional response to ‘big scary weapon’. Oh, he definitely had responses, but fewer weapons stood to inspire dread in him.
“I doubt the Autobots are in league with Mech”, he stated it plainly, the firmness in his tone not leaving much room to be convinced, but it lacked the hard lash of complete dismissal. It was easy to see where one might think it was a possibility. “The Prime…. Seems to be an honorable mech, I believe he see the wisdom of not handing Cybertronian advancements to other species.”
A single claw clicked against the edge of his cube as he further considered that angle.
“If there was a collaboration, it would probably be behind his back.” Her concern about their location being compromised stuck with him a bit longer than the theorized conspiracies among their enemies. He knew, first hand, what such concerns could amount to. Fear was a potent demoralizer, and on occasion, ended entire units before the enemy fired their first shot. Worse, even walls had audials, and not just those of the Spymaster. Soundwave would hardly be discouraged by the anxieties of a few soldiers, but should they spread among the ranks?
Time for damage control.
Shifting to a more comfortable position, the Seeker ensured his vocals were equally at ease, his volume sufficient to be overheard naturally, as one would any normal conversation in the mess hall. After all, there was nothing to be concerned about, no reason to hide misgivings from their superiors. Everything was fine.
“That our base is hidden is an advantage for sure, but it’s far from necessary. Usually more stronghold locations are known or at least suspected than those that are secretly hidden. So long as we're prepared to defend what’s ours, we need only be cautious.“ He lifted his cube, as if to show just how unconcerned he was, taking a slow sip at his rations. “It’s the same with MECH. The humans are clever…” Alarmingly so if he were to be honest, but then, were they really more clever than Cybertronians? Or had their own kind simply forgotten what it was like to have the luxury of creating with the guarantee of a full tank, and no threat of bombings? Certainly few remembered having their servos on technologies beyond them to draw inspiration from. Circumstance favored the humans, no different than it had once favored their own kind.
“... but wars come and go with promises of ‘ultimate weapons’." A tip of the helm, and the absent sloshing of his cube in time with 'come and go' set further leisure to the discussion, before he followed with an easy shrug. "And, for all their cleverness humans can't even figure out how to wipe out their own, frail kind in their own wars. Whatever they, or the Autobots come up with, it’s not going to be something we can’t survive.” Or at least nothing they weren’t more likely to survive than the ones wielding the weapon, but that detail was probably best left unsaid.
Post by Onomatopoeia on Feb 26, 2024 18:19:51 GMT -5
“Evidence is inclusive at best but the data lends weight to an honourable Prime, I concur with your estimation on that one.” The way Onomatopoeia said the word Honourable left little doubt that she had reservations regarding the concept of honour. That was an entirely different conversation and an entirely fun discussion, thought Ono.
“‘Owever…regarding the humans, your own data seems lacking. Allow me thus to educate.” She leaned forward and between her now outstretched hands appeared a holographic globe of Earth. “As much as I ‘ate to admit it, those barely sentient bags of mud, those ‘umans, are entirely too clever…and numerous.” On the technomagic globe appeared dots, each one representing a human settlement.
“It took ‘umans an extremely brief thirteen years to go from first splitting an atom, to detonating a nuclear fission bomb on their own kind. In less than one ‘undred years, they ‘ave stockpiled over twelve thousand nuclear weapons, fission and fusion.” The dots on the globe changed from showing population centers to nuclear caches.
“This planet is rich in fissile elements, and ‘umans ‘ave the capacity to sterilize the entire surface of this planet. And it would only take an hour.” The holographic globe popped into a smattering of glowing motes. “True, our species would likely survive the radioactive fallout, but this cave we’re in would collapse, maybe Megatron, and Megatron alone would survive that. But quite probable every energon stockpile and cache and mine would detonate.”
“And if the ‘umans don't self eradicate, then current projections would ‘ave them more technologically advanced than us in under a millennium.” The human time-scale was practically insignificant to that of a cybertronian, and yet they progressed with utterly terrifying speed. Onomatopoeia thought of organic lifeforms as pitiful, but humanity had managed to sprint where her own kind crawled. It was hard for her ego to truly accepts the facts she had just been illuminating.
“Wars come and go you say? Our current war stretches ludicrously long, the next ‘uman one will be done in a single day. And we all fall down.” Ono leaned back but turned a little to side. The implications of her own words were emotionally draining. Something needed to change, or everyone’s forecast was the simple oblivion of death.
Post by Starkrieger on Apr 22, 2024 20:51:02 GMT -5
Hang ups about honor were hardly a rare thing. More often than not, Krieg found himself faced with those that took issue with the very notion… or were worried that he would. Regardless of her take on it, Starkrieger let the matter of ‘honor’ slip by unchallenged. That would be a whole other matter; one that was best not delved into with the current tensions hanging heavy in the stale air of the hold. Oh, he would have fearlessly dived right in, should have really wanted to, but for the time being, he didn't feel it worth the hassle; besides, It wasn’t as though she didn’t offer an alternative.
A silent quirk of a single optic ridge answered her offer to educate him, his faceplate otherwise remaining neutral. After all, his disadvantage in the subject was obvious. Nothing on any planet would be worth trading his wings, but that didn’t change the fact that, on Earth, they imposed extensive restrictions on where he was able to venture, and therefore, what he was able to observe.
“I’m not really much of a science mech; however, I do possess a certain intuition when it comes to killing… and to, shall we say, weighting multiple variables.“ Without thought, his wings faintly twitched, a subconscious tell, hinting at what he alluded to. “You are flying blind to your air space, and neglecting the way it affects your course.”
The comparison, while not as straightforward, arrived at his point far more efficiently than ‘speaking plainly’ would have, at least to the Seeker’s processor. Regardless, he set his cube down, already calculating just how far he wanted to go, how quickly, and what he wished to avoid. Given the current climate, it was probably better to skirt commentary on the so called ‘war’ they were engaged in. Idle soldier griping was one thing, but for it to follow so soon on the heels of the warlord departing? Again, it was not worth the hassle.
“Regardless of how clever, determined, or resourceful one might be, the facts of the physical world will inevitably constrain a species’ potential, or ensure its destruction should it stray too far from its own parameters. The humans have done well, given their disadvantage, but it will catch up with them. Each advancement will make the next harder to reach.”
In the pause of an in-vent, his optics shifted behind the monochrome veil, taking her in, accessing the chances she too was a construct… that she might be offended and lash out at what he had to say. It was better to be prepared.
“For all that the biology of... true Cybertronians resembles technology, we don’t really know that they managed to create in equal measure to Primus.“ That he had indicated those like himself were likely lesser hardly gave the Seeker pause. His tone had settled somewhere cool, unbothered by the mundane truth. Whatever deeper implications it held for him were a private affair, not to be felt in the presence of others. After all, construct though he might be, he was also a Seeker. He was as bound to projecting the superiority of his model, as he was to accepting the deficit of his creation, obligated to bear each with equal grace.
“These organics lack that advantage, and are solely dependent on a single, fragile planet. Therefore, the danger they pose will never surpass what we have already faced… and if our low numbers have weakened us to the point that they could be our undoing? … While I will only retreat inline with command. There are still quite a few of us that can get off this planet, should the need arise”
Another harsh truth, as the Seeker continued to address their life and death struggle as the unremarkable topic that it was. There was little special so late in the war about facing their own annihilation, least of all to a war mech. A part of him would have liked to offer assurances that they would evacuate the civilians…the grounders, seeing as he currently faced one, seeing as his purpose was to protect. It would be nice to think that if the humans became such a threat, they could put aside their differences to offer any Cybertronian a means to escape… but, he had far too many vorns of senseless violence. He wasn’t so naive to count on unity in the face of destruction. That he and The Prime had shared such a thing was a fluke, a chance meeting of two mecha who hadn’t completely lost the ability to connect on that base level. It was a weakness few could afford, and those that could did so at their own peril.
Last Edit: Apr 22, 2024 20:54:07 GMT -5 by Starkrieger