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.
Slipstream stood in front of the large door nervously. It had been eons since she last had a meeting with her lord master. The femme fidgeted a servo as she approached the comm device to alert Megatron to her presence. Venting in and out a few times, Slipstream raised her arm and pressed the button. "My Lord, this is Captain Slipstream. You wished to speak to me?" The femme hid the anxiety from her voice, but not from her EMF.
Last Edit: Jan 6, 2013 11:11:10 GMT -5 by slipstream
Megatron sent the command to enter just before trigging the thick doors to open. There were few mecha with the security clearance to just walk right in.
The warlord stood behind his desk, talons flicking across several datapadds as he correlated reports and requests. Ratbat's meticulousness when the Nemesis was fully operational, the Vault stocked and with only minor sightings of the Autobots crossing their patrols was remarkable. Whilst they were still recovering from a calculated and successful raid, unprecedent from Team Prime, the paperwork sent up from the administrator (most of it flagged High Priority) was simply staggering.
Any excuse to set it aside was welcomed.
"It has come to my attention that you have been seeking an audience," Megatron began, looking up from the padds when the Seeker had come to stand in the centre of the room. The doors closed behind her. "Information that cannot simply be transmitted up the chain of command."
He straightened, placing the tips of his talons on the desktop, cage-like. "What have you got for me, Captain?"
The femme stood at attention and bowed deeply. "Indeed I have, my liege. Soundwave is the only one who knows the location of this Energon deposit." Slipstream stood back up in attention and continues to present her findings.
"While scouring this solar system for resources, my team and I happened upon a red planet that gave off Energon readings. Upon exploring, we found a hefty load of the substance. My suggestion is to harvest it now and extract it when we need it here on Earth. But in order for an extraction, we will need to build a Space Bridge."
The movement of Megatron's helm was incremental, consistent with receiving an interesting comm. message or consciously deactivating a secondary system to redirect power. It was not, really, an indication of interest.
"Soundwave forwarded the details to me." His third in command had, in fact, packaged the information with detailed composition maps of Mars, pre-recorded readings made by the Nemesis in its approach to Earth, and a rough projection of energon expenditure against potential net gain.
Slipstream seemed rather pleased to be delivering this information in person, however, and the pride of Seekers was a delicate thing. One of the greatest assets the Decepticon army held was its aerial supremecy. The Seekers trained the Eradicon fliers, and though Vos was long gone, the highfalutin attitudes of its natives, and those Seekers who claimed the city as their spiritual home, endured.
"But your meticulousness in conveying the sites of fuel for the Decepticon cause is noted." Megatron looked back down at the datapadds and slid one to the side with a clawtip, considered the rest and finally returned his gaze to Slipstream. She waited in stiff silence.
"Regarding a space bridge, we possess the technology and means to construct one. Do not doubt that that expertise is being put to use."
The unspoken, but unmissable unmissable: and that is as far as your clearance goes.
"I would never doubt the mechpower you have working on such a project..." Slipstream began, but her voice began to waver. What she was about to ask may very well end her on that very cycle. "May I speak freely, My Liege...? It is in regards to Starscream." The Sky Captain shut her optics tightly, prepared to feel the full wrath of the Champion of Kaon.
There was a momentary pause before Megatron abandoned the datapadds in favour of coming about the massive desk. Facing Slipstream with no physical barrier between them, the warlord did not need to move any closer to completely drown out her field with his own. But he did, watching her cower. Optics shuttered with fear.
Quite rightly.
"Commander Starscream," he corrected with all the blunt force of a dropped anvil. "My personally elected, longstanding Second in Command of the Decepticon faction and Vos's greatest Seeker Elite."
Megatron inclined his helm, expression dark and optics narrowed. "You may 'speak freely', but I advise that you do so with great caution."
"R-right...." the Seeker nodded as she attempted to regain her composure to bring up a decent case against Starscream. Slipstream pulled out her data pad and brought up all the evidence she could find. This was a moment to bring truth and honor amongst the Decepticon ranks.
"Commander Starscream has proven to be a valuable asset to you over the ages, My Lord... But I feel that most of his actions are to further his own ambitions: to eventually usurp your throne." A strong accusation from a lower-ranking officer, but one she thought had to be said. "If I may go back to the cycle where you were crushed and dishonored by the giant Autobot Metroplex, your body was carried back to Kaon for a burial.... An unfitting one where Starscream ordered your body be thrown in with the scrap parts of our fallen comrades. It was only by Soundwave and his minions that you were rebuilt and brought back to us when Starscream used his power in the most heinous of ways, even locking up our greatest warriors, the Combaticons! How could someone who says to be your heir use that power to just toss you away like trash and lock up soldiers who have done no wrong and completed their mission, despite minor setbacks?"
Her charisma rose as she built up steam, waiting for a few kliks for her question to sink into her master's processor.
Last Edit: Jan 12, 2013 0:48:29 GMT -5 by slipstream
Seekers flew very well - even when it wasn't under their own power. A certain quality of mesh, semi-hollow struts and an aerodynamic shape sent Slipstream into the far wall by the arm from a flick of the ex-gladiator's wrist. He didn't give her time to scramble upright, let alone stand, coming to kneel well within killing distance. With a femme this size, he didn't need to stand to loom.
Starscream was a foil - the klik he succeeded in taking full and unquestioned command of the Decepticon faction would be the klik when Megatron was not the best leader for their cause. The turbofox, for all its speed and agility, was only as dangerous as its bite.
The unorthodox nature of their command team, however, was not open to questioning.
Megatron rested a forearm behind the sharp point of his knee, teeth bared.
"If you believe that I did not know about Starscream's plans for my temporarily inconvenienced frame, then you must think me ignorant."
The warlord leaned in, field toxic and noxiously heavy.
"If you believe that I am blind to his ambitions to usurp my command and take control of the Decepticon faction for himself, then you must think me a fool."
His voice turned quiet, simmering down to a low and deadly intensity. "And if you believe that I would kill an ambitious, cunning and intelligent Decepticon as a threat to my command, then you must think me a coward."
"So which is it, Seeker?" A rasped whisper, simultaneously daring and threatening. "Or are you mistaken, about to grovel with apologies, and get out of my sight?"
She stares her master into his fiery red optics and vented in and out before gathering her courage to speak to him. "Perhaps I am mistaken, My Lord. If I may humbly request to learn a few things from the Commander, perhaps I may come to appreciate him as you do...? I suppose I am too used to working under Commander Dreadwing that I haven't been able to see what good Commander Starscream has brought to us." Slipstream knew she needed to save face in order to save her aft and looking back on the history of the Decepticons, Starscream wasn't completely hated by all.
This, the Decepticon commander knew, was a conversation that would end with Slipstream's death if allowed to continue. The young Seeker was openly challenging the ship's Command - particularly baffeling during a time of war - and acting as though she had the right to seek justifications from Megatron himself.
If she had so little faith and respect for her commanding officer, the flagship's 2iC, Slipstream ought to stage a mutiny. That was the Decepticon thing to do: overthrow the weak and corrupt. If she was successful, she would be proven right and an element too weak to defend itself would be amputated from their midst. If she were proved wrong, then she and many others would die for their mistake.
There had been enough killing on the Nemesis in recent weeks, however, and morale was only just recovering. Now was not the time to nail a Seeker's head over the doorway to the Crew's Messhall in order to make a statement.
To Slipstream now, after a few seconds of silent deliberation, Megatron quietly replied: "He is my Second in Command, Seeker Elite and your senior officer - that is all you need to know."
The former gladiator rose with the fluid grace of a powerful frame and returned to the desk, giving the Seeker his back. Complete dismissal. "Get out of my sight, and make yourself useful in the search for the Autobot base."