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.
Awww, Pit yeah. Rattrap hadn't been able to get his paws on a decent explosive since he'd left most of the Axalon sitting on an asteroid. "Ya keep talkin' like that, pussycat, an' I'm gonna haveta kiss ya," he said after a blissful few nano-kliks of contemplating the beauty of tiny mobile bombs wandering their way through the Nemesis' vital systems. Unfortunately, the example of the tiny mobile bomb in question was still just out of reach, but oh maaan, from what he could see it was a thing a beauty. He was gonna have to save a few back from the mission for souvenirs.
"Just how new an' workin' d' ya need that slag ta be? Cause I got," half my quarters full, "kinda a collection a junk th' humans tossed out. Bet I could find ya some watches an' iPods in there."
He contemplated the model of the Nemesis again, practicality replacing the raw glee of blowing slag up. "Ya know, one a us oughta pay a vist ta their medbay. Wrecking th' place is fun an' all, but there ain't no reason for us ta come back empty handed."
"No kissing," Steeljaw replied dryly, "but I'll gladly take a look at your collection. The watch parts are just for micro gears, nothing has to work. The iPods are for the electronic parts and at least some functionality would be nice - or anything with semi-working micro electronics will do, I don't care who manufactured it. It just saves me the time of creating it from scratch."
Looking at the model, he tilted his head thoughtfully. "That's also a good suggestion. I'm sure Ratchet would appreciate any supplies that might be, ah, reappropriated for good use. The same for the energon stores and armory." He huffed a small laugh. "Or, in classic human game terms, I suggest you go in with empty subspaces and steal anything that's not nailed down."
Jazz nodded. "Oh, DEFINITELY." He pointed at the Nemesis, indicating medbay's location. "Arcee's got her sights on the energon stores, and I think you're goin' to back her up on that if you have time, yeah, Bee? But medbay's always worth a trip, especially since it's usually so easy to get to." Just as he'd said, the medbay was purposely laid out at the crossroads of several major corridors and deck-cutting elevators. Jazz grinned. "Always used to tell agents that if they were hurt and had time, might as well use up the 'Con's med supplies rather than ours."
He tilted a look at Rattrap. The smaller mech's grin had just a bit too much tooth. "Just make sure you stick to Prime's rules on dealing with enemy medical facilities and personnel." Namely, not to destroy anything or hurt the medics. "He likes keepin' the medics out of it, and I can't say I blame him."
"Yeah, yeah, take what I can, an' otherwise play nice with th' slaggers." No surprise; they'd had similar rules on the Axalon, and Rattrap had stuck to them just as carefully as he intended to stick to these.
Difference was, on the Axalon they'd known better than to send him off unsupervised.
He looked over at Jaws. "Ya gimme th' details a what ya need, an' I'll strip th' parts myself." And it would give him a better idea of just what was going on inside those bitty scraplets. "I ain't just another pretty face, ya know."
Shadow switched to only half-listening when Rattrap started speaking, studying the model of the Nemesis. Catching a lull in the conversation, she looked up at Jazz. "I'll take this section of labs," she said, indicating an area on the opposite side of the ship from where Jazz was going, "through to the auxiliary power supply. If we can take that out, and Bee takes the main power core, they're going to be too busy trying to stay in the air to deal with us."
“We’ll have to move fast,” said Bumblebee, elbowing Shadowrunner slightly, a blip of excitement in his EMF, that mixed up upand down wavelength of anxiety and anticipation. “Once I blow the core, and I do plan to do that right/thoroughly, the Nemesis is likely going to list. Take out auxiliary and that means we’ll be racing to get off that junker. I’ll ping everyone a signal via comm so you know when I’m blowing the core… not that it won’t be obvious, but pre-warn so everyone knows it’s coming and to stark rallying back to the groundbridge extraction.”
The scout looked to Jazz reflexively for confirmation. “Right?”
Jazz nodded, popping up a double thumbs-up. "Exactly. Timing's going to be critical. Everybody with a 'blow slag up' component to their objectives is going to be on a timeline. We'll get everyone's estimates, run through it, make sure that everyone's going to have time to get in position and--" Jazz's lips quirked. "--set us up the bomb before things go boom. Then it's just a matter of keeping everyone in the loop so we all know when to 'clamp to the deck."
He looked at the Nemesis' layout thoughtfully. "It won't be a bad idea to set up a few 'bridge contingency plans. Ideally, we'd all be able to get back to the rendezvous point, but eh, you never know. Now, traditionally, here, here, and...here....have been good backups. Out of the way, so you're generally running away from the majority of the 'Cons instead of towards, and defensible. I'd add this one here and its friend over here on the port side--" he indicated two rare open spaces in the maintenance network, where several banks of environmental controls sat "--since we're going to be running the ducts so much. Super bonus points if the 'bridge's warping signature takes out the environmentals."
"I go last," Shadow said, optics on Jazz, gauging his reaction. "Bee takes out the core, everyone checks in as headed for the bridge, I take out the auxiliary power. I should be fast enough to make it to the main rendezvous point, but if I can't, I'll ping you and head here." She indicated one of the locations Jazz had just pointed out.
"And if I can't make it there," she grinned a little, elbowing Bee back, a conspiratorial flicker passing between their fields, "I'll scream like Bulk with a scraplet on his aft and blast my coordinates until you re-route a bridge to me."
((OOC: gonna pass with Ratty unless Jaws says something he feels the need to reply to.))
Steeljaw curled his tail around his pedes, pinging a list of needed supplies to Rattrap. Depending on what the other mech had, he should be able to produce a goodly amount of the little nano-scraplets, though it would be a hurried and recharge-less few days in the time frame before the mission. Eyeing the map, he considered, claws dragging lightly against the metal beneath him. "I assume, given your time frames, that this is more of a 'strike fast and hard' than any sort of covert maneuver? You don't particularly care if they know that you're there, provided you can reach your objectives?"
“Nope, just make sure you nuked/slagged your goal before ya go.”
Bee was getting antsy. To him the minutia was important but once the op started he doubted anything would go as planned and, like usual, quick thinking and a good deal of helter-skelter scramble would be responsible for victory.The crackle of anxiety around his spark was charged equally with eagerness, the ready anticipation of finally striking back at the Decepticons for everything. All the things that had gone wrong. He was ready to do this. 100%. He punched a fist into the palm of his other hand, chirping with glee.
“Blow up/steal/frag up all the things!” he summarized facetiously.”Sounds like a plan!”
((I might bow Bee out. Anyone else feel dis be a wrap?XD ))
Jazz grinned and leaned back on his heels, just watching as Shadow drew Bee into a contemplation of the best alternate routes to the auxiliary power station. Rattrap, meanwhile, seemed to be attempting to wheedle plans for the miniscraplets out of Steeljaw, while Steeljaw distracted him with discussion of the pros and cons of various explosives. The Nemesis model hung in the air, interrupted by Shadow's fingers as she gestured.
She looked up at Jazz once, as if it had occurred to her that she should. He pinged her with cohort-approval-you're-doing-fine and she'd relaxed and gone back to arguing over routes.
Jazz's optics crawled over the Nemesis. As far as he knew, it'd been forever since anyone had actually RAIDED the Nemesis. So much chaos about to be visited on the poor, unsuspecting Decepticons. They were going to think that Unicron's own spawn had teleported into their midst.
Jazz smiled. He couldn't think of a better way to jump back into the game.