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 Bluestreak on Jun 22, 2015 19:34:57 GMT -5
Always nice to have that soft little click. Was sort of like a knock on the door from a friend, a chime of hello. It grounded the silver mech just a bit; Wash's voice was always friendly. He really didn't get flustered or bothered by much. It was one of the reasons Bluestreak enjoyed his company. Good mech to have at your back.
::It's fine it's all fine, I've got eyes on it right now, actually, but here's the situation that just cropped up and it's just some extra information that I think needs to be relayed to someone who has a better idea of what's viable information or useful information at the spur of the moment because uh, that's not me and Zoom's busy getting down to the bottom here,:: Bluestreak relayed quickly. His words were practically tumbling over each other, apparently he'd forgotten about that whole proper use of punctuation and timing thing.
::So okay, here's what I can see from up here, there's a bunker here that's got what appears to be a lot of computer stuff in it, satellites on the roof, all that jazz and not even the cool sort who would know better about this than I would. There's humans in it, there's satellites on the roof, but it's not the main communications tower, right? Could be part of a computer network. I dunno, it just- I don't want to have something important get missed, if it can help...."::
He trailed off, and then there was a quiet, ::"You know. Yeah. You know. Is there anything in particular we need to know to look for?::
"Satellite dishes on the bunker roof?" he said. "Let me think. Hm. I'm no telecommunications expert, but if I had to guess…"
There was another pause.
"They're small dishes, right? My guess is that you're right: they're part of a computer network. I'm thinking they're using those dishes to boost their wifi range. They've got a dedicated communications building, right? So these little dishes are just serving to give themselves a better range on their wireless signals, especially out there in the middle of nowhere. You can actually point like a waveguide antenna to a detached dish to bounce the signal and increase the range. Hm."
He hummed again. "Sounds like they're doing a lot of talking over computers in that outpost too. My guess is their laptops down there are all networked in with the main facility further up the road. Makes sense - seems like there would be a lot of important information being tossed back and forth. Inter-office stuff, haha. If you're looking to target those sat dishes, you shouldn't alert the main facility. Not unless, I dunno, an important email or file transfer doesn't go through."
Last Edit: Jun 22, 2015 21:57:27 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Bluestreak on Jun 22, 2015 23:07:35 GMT -5
::"Yeah, they're small dishes, exactly, you've got it, small ones."::
The silver mech took another look; really, everything human seemed so small. Well until you were human. Then everything seemed proportional, even big. A garage that barely fit a car, fit a lot of humans.
Bluestreak listened, and sorted quickly through the information. A bit of relief stuttered through him. The only thing he knew about comms is that you sometimes wanted to shut them off when someone woke you up by accident.
::Right, I'll pass that on,:: he murmured when Wash was done. ::"I figured as much but I didn't realize they were wireless boosting with it. If I need to, that gives me clear to shoot them. I just didn't want to do something that might compromise the others. I'll relay this to Zoom, and let him know. I'll keep an eye on it too. Maybe if we're lucky we can get some of that stuff back to you guys. Thanks so much. Hope things are going okay everywhere."::
With that there was his own click. A few seconds later he hurriedly repeated Wash's comment to the other mech, and then was quiet again as he swept the area, watching the humans.
Once he was close to the bottom of the slope, Zoom-Zoom would be able to get a better look at his objective.
Where the concrete bunkers were squat, the communications site was built a little more vertically. It appeared to be two levels high, shaped roughly in the shape of an 'L', all concrete block construction with a flat rooftop that was dominated by a large, rectangular satellite dish. Other smaller comm towers surrounded it in a thicket of spindly towers. A large metal ventilation duct sat near the dish, venting heat from inside the building out into the night.
There were two access points visible from the minibot's position. One was a simple metal door on the west side of the building, facing the road. A jeep was parked there, and a bright halogen light shone directly overhead, illuminating the guard who stood and chatted with the driver of the jeep, who was evidently waiting for someone inside.
The second door appeared to be a cargo door of some sort. It looked heavy, like a blast door - currently it was down. Locked too, most likely. It was also dark; the lights above it were shut down. Perhaps they were only turned on when a truck needed to unload there.
Not far from the cargo door was a fenced in area, surrounded by tall chain link and razor-wire. Inside was the big generator for the building. It droned quietly.
The scruffy brush that Zoom-Zoom was currently using for cover ended about fifty feet from the site. It looked as if MECH had deliberately stripped all rocks and trees away from the building in order to provide their guards a clear view of anyone who approached it. If he tried to cross that fifty feet of bare ground, he would be exposed to sight. Luckily, there seemed to be the only one guard by the jeep at the moment.
At the base of the hill, hidden within the brush, Zoom-Zoom was frowning intently at the comm tower. He listened patiently as Bluestreak relayed the info from Wash.
The small sat dishes weren't a back-up. They were for boosting the wi-fi network. For the local computers working together.
::Got it:: he answered simply.
Okay. Okay, that was a lot better than the minibot was hoping for. A smidgeon of relief eased around his spark. Zoom-Zoom peered across the open space between his cover and the tower. He didn't like the look of the second door. There was a guard by the gate. And a jeep. It could be stationed there or maybe it was waiting for someone? He could try waiting for the vehicle to leave.
But-
The minibot glanced briefly at the sky.
The darkness was ticking away.
Hmmm.
Maybe he could try waiting for just a couple of minutes. In the meantime, there were other things he could be doing so he didn't let that time go to waste.
::Hey Blue:: Zoom-Zoom murmured thoughtfully. ::Outta curiosity, how loud is that big gun of yours?:: He tilted his helm as he considered how he could approach the situation. The minibot began to head East along the foot of the hill, moving further away from the road and ensuring he was out of sight from the front of the comm tower.
::On a completely unrelated note: how much of the comm tower can you see at the moment? I'm heading down East, towards the back, so I'll need you to be my optics for what's going in front. I have a guard and a jeep. I thiiink the jeep might be leaving, though if that'll be anytime soon, I'm not sure on. But if it doesn't, well, that's when we get creative. Might need to make some noise soon::
The minibot rested his left servo briefly over his other wrist as he moved. He still wasn't used to the additional weight of his new weapon in his right arm. But it did open up some interesting options to him.
Post by Bluestreak on Jul 12, 2015 23:23:28 GMT -5
Bluestreak's reply was there in an instant.
::How loud?:: he wondered. ::Uh... it's not like whisper silent. There's a reason I'm usually stationed far out. I mean, it's got a suppressor on it, to reduce the noise and the flash on projectiles- like they might not notice too much, but I'm closer than I'd like to be. Back on Cybertron...::
A pause. Bluestreak shifted his weight slightly, his doors flicking behind his shoulders. The side of his jaw settled easily against his rifle, he rocked his weight back and then re-stilled. He was surprisingly patient and silent in the dark; his motions were more to keep the rifle steady than to fidget or be nervous. The weapon in his hands was comfort, was understanding; he knew what it did and how it worked, unlike the situation below him. Sneaking in was not his forte; shooting from a distance, that he was comfortable with and ready to go at a moment's notice.
Still, it was hard not to think of Cybertron. This was truly the first time he'd been put to this situation on Earth, and the situation was so different. A challenge. He'd been practicing as much as he was able, every day out when he could; aim, fire, adjust, fire. Even the trip with Rook and Wash hadn't been like this, not in the dark. Daytime was a totally different situation, by far.
::Back- back home, yeah, I mean, there were a lot of mechanical noises and sounds to cover it up. Here, it's pretty quiet, which is really amazing when you think of all the animals and trees and stuff and trees actually make a lot of noise in the wind, like branches rubbing and leaves and even trees without leaves like pines and stuff, those make their noises too. I can push it on up to max suppression sure but uh, those slow the projectiles a bit, I lose some energy doing that but certainly uh, gain a bit more quiet. There's not much I can do about the noise of the action. The charge is worse, it'll crack like lightning does as it breaks the sound barrier down here, and it sure lights everything up for a mile in the dark. I don't like using it at night, myself.::
::Once I hit something though, it makes even more noise,:: he told Zoom Zoom. ::It's going to be very, very noticeable, yeah, but... oh. Right, uh, hang on, how much of the comm tower?::
The mech's optic flared slightly as the scope fed back information. A hundred things to process from wind currents and distance fed back into his systems. On his shoulder, his rocket launcher twitched slightly and then stilled again. ::Let's see, right now I can see that it's got more than one level. Big satellite dish, too. It's possible that I could discharge on the generator, that seems to be the only power source. Maybe they'd think it got hit by dry lightning, heh, if I hit one of those towers. Um, I see that guard and your Jeep - looks like he's hanging out talking for a minute or five.::
A slow motion as the silver mech scanned the area again. ::There's a duct, too... near the dish on top. It looks pretty small though, don't think it would fit you, though.::
Last Edit: Jul 12, 2015 23:24:49 GMT -5 by Bluestreak
Zoom-Zoom had thought he'd asked a simple question. What he got was a flood of information over his comms that left his face tightening as he sifted through Bluestreak's words to get what he wanted. Which was, yes, that he had a loud gun. Thank you Blue, that's all he needed to know.
::It's noisy, right:: he replied dryly. So, let's break that out only if the quiet part of the mission ended abruptly.
He listened attentively as Bluestreak told him what he could see from his position. ::No, I don't think I could fit in a human vent:: the minibot said idly. Which was a shame but not how he was thinking of approaching this situation. He tried to keep any resentment from his voice. Vents used to be his thing.
The minibot was crouched down on one knee across from the South East end of the building. He was yet to leave cover to cross the space between the bottom of the slope and the outpost. He would be out of sight from the front of the building...but if that jeep started moving while he was crossing then it might be possible to be spotted from the main road, or at least until the terrain dropped down and out of view. He could try waiting it out, wait for that jeep to leave. But for every second he dawdled, precious darkness dwindled away. And he wasn't sure that was time he was willing to waste when he was reasonably sure his angle of approach would mask him from the guards up front. These were the moments Zoom_Zoom had come to despise on missions, that point of indecision on whether to wait and stay or break out of cover, each choice having its own benefits that needed to be balanced up against the mission objectives.
Zoom-Zoom sent a location ping to Bluestreak. ::My current position:: he said. ::I'm going to make a break for the building, if something happens up front and they start heading my way, I'm going to need to know immediately::
[This thread was handwaved to completion, due to Lex's absence. See print "Hello World" for its conclusion]