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.
“Whole worlds, fam. Bare species inna ‘verse you ain’t ever heard of doin’ shit you can’t imagine on worlds dat don’t exist accordin’ ta yur science. No comprehendin’ some of it.” He shrugged a bit. “Or maybe you can. Yur Hollywood’s got some crazyideas fuckin’ closer ta what’s out there than I woulda thought. I’m older’n your oldest livin’ nations, cuz, an’ I aint thought’a half th’ slag your people come up with for pure laughs, innit. As for the Council? You know Star Wars, fam? No, wait. Ya know the Green Lantern Corp? Intergalactic police, Kit-Cat, dat’s th’ Galactic Council. They like the United Nations wit’ teeth an’ guns an’ bad attitude rolled inta one and rollin’ ‘round space makin’ sure everybot and body follows da rules, get me?”
Sides vented a laugh, a mechanical sub-tone in his vocalizations, pure Cybertronian snicker.
“An’ dem, an’ th' Tyrest Accord means there are bare reasons no Cybertronian’s turning over tech ta humans. Aint no way in hell th' Prime’s givin’ yur nation nothin’, fam. Aint even his first rodeo, cuz.”
"Don't blame 'im. We don't have any trouble killing each other with what we already have." She said, her tone flat and void of any joking notes that were usually hidden within it. Then again, part of her had to wonder if they wouldn't need it just to defend against other worlds. After all, she was sitting on the shoulder of a mech whose frame was probably loaded with what a human military might use to supply a small unit. 'Probably for the best.' Or was it…?
She'd deal with that conflict another time.
Maybe aware her air of snark-'n-smirk had fallen, she shifted her eyes sidelong at the mech, smug smirk taking over. Couldn't be serious for too long. "Bet you never met a squishy half as cool as me, though, right?" Smirk quickly grew to a grin, turning fully to focus her eyes up at Sides again.
"Where are they anyway? The Council. As in how far are Earth's little probes from actually making contact with anything?"
“You’re out in th’ boonies, Kit-Kat. No civilized races for light-years around an’ yur lot aint nowhere near quantum jump tech far as I can tell. Aint hit none’a th’ techno-evolutionary benchmarks yet, kiddo.”
Sideswipe wandered from one side of the bar to the other, running the flat of his palm up the worn steel flat of the would-be counter-top, trying to project the shape and tang of a real Cybertronian bar into the alien alloy. He wasn’t an architect though, or an artist. His brother had that. The best he could hope was to get something that echoed something from Cybertron. Clearly someone else was going to have to do the finishing touches if this place was going to feel like a real bar.
“Galactic Council only represents th’ interests of Council Races. Gotta be part th’ galactic community ‘fore ya get any attention from them. Unfortunately, now ya got Cybertronians on yur little rock. That’s bound ta accelerate th’ intro ta the galactic theatre. Wonder if Prime’s mentioned that either…”
Funny to think how much some folks got excited when they found evidence of water on some planets in the solar system, just because water could mean life. And here she was with the knowledge aliens, very advanced way old aliens, were not only on Earth, but fighting their war on Earth. Hell. Living with them.
Wondering how long it'd take before the small but steadily growing Cybertronian population was finally exposed to the rest of Earth. And not only how Earthlings would react to that little fact, but the fact that they may very well be on the bottom of the chain.
She made a face, more than a hint to these thoughts. "That will be an interesting day." She said, in a way that seemed as though she could definitely wait a while before it came. "What kinds of things" people? "are out there…? We the only small fries?"
“Well, ya aint th’ smallest small fries but you’re pretty off th’ galactic grid. This region of space: pure uncharted. Hell, kinda th’ point, innit? See, okay, Cybertron’s been at war… for longer’n your race has existed.”
Sides let Cat assimilate that for a moment. He was not certain now much Cleaver had gotten into this with their resident organic. It was pretty standard xeno-talking points, but it was incredible how completely utterly mundane a million-year-old being could be. To the point that some species didn’t believe the Cybertronian race could be so long-lived on the basis that the mechanoids they’d met didn’t have fantastic tales of watching… stars… form or something incredibly boring.
“Fam, most other organic species… they only ever known, defined, an’ interacted with our race durin’ some point a th’ war. Almost no one remembers what Cybertronians looked like ‘fore th’ war. Fuck, most of our own species don’t remember. All most Council races remember is anyone ever played nice with Cybertronians got merced. Straight savaged an’ aint no species in the verse these days who gonna stop an’ sort out da Cons from th’ Bots. We all big scary-lookin’ robot motherfuckers who turn inna tanks, innit. So I guess what I’m sayin’ is humanity clearly don’t know better’n ta ally with us…”
A beat. “Course’ aint like th’ Council’s gonna come runnin’ ta save you lot. Just you an’ th’ Autobots, against a crazy warlord fucker who’s been at war longer’n dis planet’s been speaking Language.”
It was depressing. Now that she thought about it. Because she couldn't help but wonder how long it would be before Earth got 'straight savaged' like the othersin the fall out, or if they took sides. If there would be much of a planet left… assuming no one would intervene. But she didn't want to say anything; was actually suddenly very aware of herself and did her level best to tailor her expression to one of continued attentiveness, rather than let show the realization of the horror that was likely to come. Because if she didn't, then she was afraid the answers and the explanations might stop coming.
And if she didn't, that would mean admitting that it maybe.. possibly.. bothered her. A bit.
New question. Something more science-y. She shoved it all to the back of her mind (though she noted it wasn't as easy as it usually was), instead allowing whatever other interests she had to occupy the majority of her focus. "Is it literally as big as the Galactic Council? I mean," A giggle, "do they look anything like what we think they look like?" And perhaps more importantly, "Are there any other Earth-like planets?"
“Th’ Council’s mostly fuckin’ organics in stupid hats and most of them don’t look nothin’ like any xenomoph shit you guys think up. Earth-like planets, no human-like species doe.”
Sides turned his back to the bar, boosted himself up on it so he could sit there, think. So much in the ‘verse. He’d seen a lot of it, but still not half as much as you’d think for a being four million years and older. A lot of that age was eaten up in stasis at some point or another, or the war centralized on Cybertron. Still, he had enough stories in him to keep Cat entertained for all her life time and never repeat a story. That he knew.
“Like I said: bare species out there – come an’ gone. Some of ‘em, dunno how, fam, but ya got dis one species… The Thing. You seen dat movie? There’s straight a species like that. They pure terrifying ta organic creatures, cuz. Don’t mean nothin’ ta mechanoid though, yeah; we’re metal innit. Totally ignore us. Dey hire us sometimes, get rid of dem things. Not playin’ either, Kit Cat. There’s scary shit out in space. Not as pretty as me, fam, believe.”
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"Oh, ew. That is creepy." That definitely made her shiver, liked she'd eaten half a lemon, and she made no attempts to hide it. But then she wondered what humans looked like to other creatures. In the end she didn't imagine that all the accessories and fashions cooked up for the population did jack shit in the face of aliens. Moony called it right. Hairless apes.
But all thoughts on that paled in comparison to Things landing on Earth and devouring or absorbing them all. Other organics… She shivered. Being eaten by scary globs was definitely up there with giant advanced robot aliens.
"Well that'd suck if they ever landed here." By that time she'd adjusted herself again on his shoulder, leaning foreword rather than lounging back against his shoulder guard. "What're the chances of other organics landing here anyway?" And then, because it occurred to her she didn't know. "...How'd you get here?" Him and Sunny, the Autobots, Decepticons. She couldn't remember whether she'd asked Cleaver or not about the rest of them. Just her.
“How’d who get here, cuz? Because if you talkin’ the Autobots in general or th’ Cons? Got four million years’a buildup. One thousand years of what burned us all th’ fuck down, what merced us dead. An’ when I say ‘years’…” He paused because he really didn’t think he was qualified to explain Cybertronian time units and, honestly, what did it matter? He tapped a finger against the bar, metal tap-tap-tapping loudly. “Short version… which is still kind long but I’ll tell ya, an’ then we gonna play X Box live or somethin’. Square?
A grin. “I’ll start at th’ end, keep it simple: Our planet was coming apart. Dead world. Nothing left. We burned through it all after four million years and the last thousand we just… we just wasted it. Utterly, fam. So… we had a one-shot to get to a potential semi-Cyberformed planet… here. Earth, prolly before humanity was anywhere near livin’. So… Bot an’ Con flag ships both made a race for this thing… dis… sketchy, half-wormhole –“
Sideswipe kept talking. Somehow, he forgot to mention himself and Sunstreaker. (Whoopsie.) Kept it all at Cybertron, about proxy worlds, about everything not him and Sunny in the POS and somehow that helped – talking about the day they left Cybertron.