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.
The last thing - the very last slagging thing - that Ironhide ever wanted to hear again in the near fragging future was his sparklet's comm in the all clear yelling anything about 'mayday' and 'Barricade' in the same Pit slagging klik. Ironhide was up and moving before Bluestreak's comm looped; barreling for the control room in a flat out run, his spark pulsing nothing but raw fire.
He should have killed the slagger. He would kill the slagger - Barricade was a dead mech, only standing and walking because the Pit sucking Chaos spawn didn't have enough sense to smelt himself down. It was an oversight, and Ironhide was going to fix that.
Bulkhead's wheels were peeling out on the ground bridge when Ironhide arrived; the weapon specialist threw himself after, engine roaring. His wheels bit air, bridge, and skidded into desert as he flipped himself upright on Bulkhead's heels.
His optics landed on Barricade first, sensors pinging Bulkhead and Shadow and Blue, and fresh energon, and someone was going to fragging die. He was already in motion, hadn't stopped, and two steps threw him in front of sparklet and comrades both, slamming his own chassis down between Barricade's cannon and them as his own cannons spun up hot and ready. The angry growl of his engine vibrated clear through him, giving voice to the rage that words and glyphs alone couldn't contain. "You."
“Yeah, me,” said Barricade, optics flicking to each new Autobot. Where was Prime? He stepped back, cannon spinning up in as warning. “Didn’t I tell you I’d hurt the little bit – ah, ah, ah! Don’t move or Bluestreak’s human friend hits pavement at Mach Three.” Barricade glared at the assembled ranks of angry Autobots, smirking. “First Bot to fire on me has Ray Clancy’s blood on their servos so let’s all be civil and calm the frag down before I have to make a make a mess.”
And having made the situation abundantly clear, the Saleen activated his comm, tapping silently into Soundwave’s frequency to the Nemesis PA system. He did not even remotely bother to hide his amusement as he addressed the Vehicon troops and officers.
::Barricade to Nemesis, Autobots are engaged, all Vehicon units deploy. Shockwave, you slaghead, you got your distraction. Soundwave, priority groundbridge to my position. I don’t want to see Blaster anywhere near me in the next five kilks.::
The dark armored mechanism gave no sign he was engaged in a dual-track conversation, optics picking out Shadowrunner and her murderous EMF instantly. She was a lightning strike of hatred that penetrated even the white-hot effluvium of Ironhide’s murder-lust. He winked impudently at her. “Hey, Shadow. Still keeping it together?”
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You have your objective. Labyrinth's voice coiled dark and smooth through the back of Shadowrunner's processor, words she'd heard so often they'd become a living part of her. Do whatever you must to achieve it.
And she could. It would be easy; once she made her move, Ironhide and Bulkhead would be free to cover her, and Barricade clearly expected his human hostage to work.
"Keeping it together just fine," she said coldly, while in the back of her head she heard, Kill me, and then you can just stop.
All it would cost was a single human life, and she could end this, avenge her unit, eliminate one of the biggest Decepticon threats on Earth. Even Barricade wouldn't have a chance against all of them, especially if their willingness to sacrifice a human came as a surprise to him.
Easy, so easy. And yet, she couldn't quite bring herself to fire on him while Blue's EMF was broadcasting distress over hir human, any more than she'd been able to eliminate Bumblebee. She growled a little at her own weakness, and stalled for time.
"It's not like you to let your victims call for help, Barricade. So I have to wonder, why'd you let Blue invite us to this party?"
Shadow's words cut through the energon soaked haze that was roaring in Ironhide's audio arrays, overriding the 'Con's mocking 'little bit and scrap, slag, melt it in the Pits, his sparklet was broadcasting distress and pain on frequencies that made Ironhide's very struts itch to smash something - or one smirking 'Con - into particle bits. It took real effort to reign all of that back in, to keep his cannons primed and aimed and not firing when the target was right there.
But Blue had called for help. Blue had been allowed to call for help, Blue's human was - possibly - still alive, and Barricade might be a rabid glitch that needed to be put down for everyone's good but he wasn't stupid and he wasn't careless.
Growling, Ironhide ramped his sensors higher, looking for a trap, a threat, something that would explain the situation. "Femme's right," he snarled. "What tha slag's yer game?"
In the intervening time between hir call and their current situation Bluestreak had managed to get pack up on hir feet. The agony of the damage done to their sensitive still newly repaired door wings was nearly unbearable and with them damaged ou's balance was atrociously off kilter.
With everyone else glaring unholy murder at Barriade Bluestreak kept hir focus on the other mech, the one that actually held Ray. Waiting for an opening any chance to strike. Get Ray, take away Barricades hostage so they could kill Barricade in the most terrible ways.
If blue wasn't so Terrified/Angry/hurt perhaps ou'd have been more appalled at the blood lust bur right now all the little grey sniper wanted was Ray safe and the Decepticons dead.
“This is my game,” said Barricade brightly, EMF flashing contempt and amusement. He shrugged, dark red optics flicking lazily from Bot to Bot to Bot. “Always has been and I’ve killed bigger teams than your motley crew. Hell, even Shadow’s tawdry unit was bigger than this bunch of glitched-out hangers-on so why shouldn’t I get the whole gang together for a bit of a chat? Hash it out? Discuss, how none of you would even be here at all if Prime did his fragging job and back on base. But he didn’t so here I am and here you are. So where is your fearless leader?” His smirk could have wound around the earth. “Late to the party?”
Not at he minded. His time table had not rush.
Meanwhile, back on base, an emergency claxon sounded and the comm. system went live. “Prime! PRIME, WHERE ARE YOU?! The whole goddamn East Coast electrical grid just went crazy!” There was the sound of shouts from the background, someone shoving papers in his hands, mutters. “Dammit… how recent is… Fine just go… PRIME! Someone’s diverting massive amounts of power from seven substations up and down the coast. We’re trying to shut them down remotely but someone’s in the system and the manual overrides are blown. Got men on the scene, says there’s some Decepticon device been jammed into the breakers or some shit! Saw purple jets fleeing the scene and GODAMMIT SOMEONE PICK UP! The faceless wonder is in our systems!”
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Shadow eased sideways, away from Blue, to give herself a better angle on Barricade around Ironhide's bulk. Not that she intended giving in to the temptation to fire on him, she just wanted to keep her options open.
"Do you always go to this much trouble to gloat?" It felt like acid was etching its way along her vocalizer as she spoke, and she was distantly amazed that her voice didn't reflect it. "I would have expected you to choose finishing what you started with Blue over rubbing our faces in Prime's frag up. But then," the smile she gave him was pure venom, "I'm living proof that you aren't good at finishing what you start, aren't I?"
Bulkhead, despite what some might think, had once had a lot of training in when to keep his big mouth shut, his weapons hot but waiting for the order, and to stand around looking like a large, intimidating part of the scenery. If right then didn't absolutely fall under the category of do all of the above he'd... frag, he'd eat one of those bags of gummy candies Miko was so fond of, the ones with enough sugar and organic Primus-knew-what in 'em to make a Cybertronian fuel tank try to implode, or at least feel like it wanted to.
This was Not Good, with a capital N and a handful of underscoring glyphs for urgency and fragged-up and no-really-it's-all-going-to-the-Pit-I-mean-it. Bulkhead had seen enough tense situations - or even not so tense ones - turn into all out energon baths to know what Imminent Disaster felt like, and Shadowrunner and Ironhide were radiating it like their own little nuclear reactor of Bad with a fission core of Anger and preferably Barricade ripped into a few thousand component pieces as dessert. There wasn't much of a slagging thing Bulkhead could do about that - between them he was outranked, outgunned, and sometimes there was just no talking through the crazy, not when their anger was a solar flare burning the very air around them.
Which left Bluestreak, and a frantic pain that was almost as bright as the anger of the other two and that Bulkhead could get behind - Primus knew what state he'd be in if it were Miko in a 'Con's clutches. Bulkhead edged sideways - part of the scenery, just a big, intimidating part of the scenery, and it was easy to do when Shadow and Ironhide had all of Barricade's attention - until his own bulk was between Blue and everyone else, effectively blocking the smaller sniper from sight. "Got'cher cover," he told hir softly. "Can you take him down? Get to Ray?"
The little Sniper didn't even notice Bulkheads approach until he spoke so fixated on the drone that held Ray was ou. Even then the only acknowledgement gave the big green wall was a careful twitch of the doorwings.
Openings? Oh there were plenty of those. A million different shots to take with hundreds of different guns to use but none of them did Ray any good. Any shot presented an unacceptable risk to the humans life. The fall from that far up and none of them close enough to save him in time.
Agony, a familiar stabbing pain right in the spark was all that ou had to keep focoused. No no no no no not again, not again! Hir home! The base, hir cohort now Ray? No!
But ou couldn't say that. so the sniper settled for a single word so heavily laced with glyphs of pain, of fear of loss that it almost sank.
Prime had been deeper in the base when Bluestreak's call came over the lines, and was only just entering the control room when Fowler's transmission blared over their main communications console. Optimus slowed as he walked past the large screen, glancing to the flicking still image of the agent, a denotation of who was on the line. He was just about to request that Ratchet take the call when something Fowler said made every line in the mech's body freeze with dread and his spark to constrict.
."..massive amounts of power from seven substations up and down the coast. We’re trying to shut them down remotely but..."
Seven. His mind reeled back to an even earlier conversation and words spoken by an injured green mech.
"But I know there are s-" glitch, glitch, glitch... "-seven of them."
...Seven power stations being attacked by cons....
Realization crashing down on Optimus, he spun to the console and took the call immediately."This is Prime," He responded, to Fowler's call. "We read you and are on our way."
He glanced to the ground bridge, his mind quickly sorting through rough details and half developed plans he'd only just started piecing together. There was no time for thinking, the con's had already started moving and there was no time for delay. He could only hope he was making the right choices. He took a moment to steel himself before making the transmission, knowing that he had to at least SOUND resolute if he didn't want his orders questioned.
"Autobots, the Decepticons have begun funneling energy from the seven power stations along the east coast. This is presumably the beginning of their main attack. We must focus the majority of our attention there. Barricade is meant to be a distraction." He glanced to the command screen picking up which bots were still on base, " Bumblebee, Blaster, you are with me. Blukhead, return Bluestreak to base and join my team as well. Bluestreak will remain here with Ratchet. Ironide, I'm sending you and Shadow back up, do you think you can handle the situation until then?"
Then he tapped into the comms of two other mech's who weren't meant to report back to him for some time.
"League, Velocity, do you read me? There has been a change in plans."
Again she was off on her own. Yesterday she had met and spoken with the femme Serotype, the now former Decepticon. Hopefully her words and conversation had helped to ease the others thoughts and obvious inner turmoil. They hadn't stayed together too long, as they were like sitting ducks in that area. Vel had told her where she needed to go, or rather the way. She wasn't about to direct her to the front doors, she still didn't know her or trust her.
Her comm crackled to life, something she wasn't used to, and she dropped the odd piece of metal she had just found on the ground. Prime's voice filtered through and she was immediately at attention. Though no longer one to blindly follow the cause she had begun to have some respect for Prime, he had a tough job and was really trying despite all odds. "I read you Prime, loud and clear. A change in plans hmm? I suspect that means you need me."
The sturdy built femme stepped out of the crag of rocks she had been exploring and more into the open. "I need a ground bridge then at my location please as soon as possible. I will be there as immediately as I can." She sent him her location coordinates and waited somewhat eagerly for the ground bridge to open before her. If she was being called that meant action was going to happen. Roaming around on her lonesome was getting a bit tiring, perhaps after this she would stay on Earth and more close at hand.
::Ironide, I'm sending you and Shadow back up, do you think you can handle the situation until then?::
Shadow was a bright hot presence all up and down his side sensors, her anger pulsing in a white hot flare against his own, like two halves of a whole - loaded and cocked and ready to burn. His optics never left Barricade, sensors steady on the 'Cons, but Ironhide could feel the almost feral grin spread its way across his mouth plates. It pulled up into welding scars in a way that was never pretty but could, when he put a little effort into it, be slagging terrifying.
The humans had a saying, something about their holidays, christmas and new years and birthdays all rolled into one. Optimus, thank Primus, had just handed all of that and more to him, wrapped up in a pretty 'Con package.
::Acknowledged, Prahm,:: he shot back, underscored with crisp, clean military glyphs that didn't even begin to touch on the hot, anticipatory spin of his spark. He pulsed a quick surge of the real feeling at the femme next to him, bright with invitation/encouragement. ::Shadow an' meh, we got this.::
Bulkhead muttered a few choice phrases sub-audibly that he had mentally tagged as "never to use in front of Bluestreak or Bumblebee on threat of probable deactivation". Slagging Pit spawned sludge sucking 'Cons - this was going to get ugly, and fast, because the one 'Con still had Ray one short squeeze away from squished and Bulkhead wasn't sure Bluestreak had even heard Prime's order the sniper was so focused on his human partner.
Return Bluestreak to base - oh yeah, because that was just going to be a load of fun and slag. Bulkhead shifted his weight slowly, until he was poised to spin and push off on one foot in a single move. ::Bulkhead here,:: he sent back to base on a tight comm. Taking a deeper ventilation, he steadied himself. ::I, ah, I've got Blue...:: It was a minor technicality, he could have Blue in the flicker of an optic, the sniper was right in reach and all he had to do was grab and throw. It was a straight shot to the land bridge portal and he'd lobbed plenty of heavier weights than the younger mech's frame for distance. ::...prepare for incoming!::
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Shadow's optics narrowed at the sharp surge of Ironhide's field against her own - brief as a sparkbeat, clear as a promise. Something inside her eased at the realization that, for the first time since she had found herself with the Autobots, she was working with someone whose plans were fully in accord with her own...and just as quickly, her focus on Barricade tightened. The infiltrator had gotten away with his crimes far too long. This ended here, it ended now, and it ended with Barricade paying dearly for everything he had done.
After his dip in the ocean, League was feeling quite refreshed as there was nothing like a good swim to set everything back in the right. In fact the mech was in one of his very rare good moods, almost felt like singing out as he made the slow journey over land with a subspace filled with energon samples. Once they were in the lab he could get them checked out and see if they were any different from the energon found on Cybertron or other worlds, then once cleared he could get back to that site and spending a few relaxing days mining out all those crysta-
League was jostled out of his daydreaming by a sudden message passed through his com. Growling the mech increased his pace from a slow walk to a slow jog, his heavy feet left deep prints behind as the miner's tons smashed against the Earth.
"League here. I read and am listening for further orders...the one slagging time I leave the base..."
He left off with a trail of expletives, some were even a few choice human curses that League seemed to enjoy, but other then cluttering the air-waves for a moment all he did was prove the old phrase 'swear like a sailor' and if he had known about such a phrase, League might have been amused.
Last Edit: Dec 22, 2011 22:05:43 GMT -5 by bulkhead