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.
Jenna snorted loudly. "So which did you decide on, bees or spiders? Also, for the record, I'm voting neither and staying riiiight here," she replied.
The Decepticons couldn't see it but she poked a finger into her companion's side as a warning. "No opening the door," Jenna ordered. "No bees for you."
Nina clambered to her feet and fetched several long metal rods from the shelf beside them. "Yeah? Well, guess it's spider lane for me."
With a great deal of determination (and an attempt at care but Nina's co-ordination wasn't all the great at the moment), she ventured forward, using a rod the clear the nearest spider web in front of her. Slowly, she began to clear a path away from the door and deeper into the hangar.
This time, no longer alarmed by a sudden bee chase and with Nina's attention turned away from her companion and onto the room at large, she heard Steelstrike's voice. Earlier, under the influence of some alcohol, she had dismissed Skywarp's voice but now it was undeniable that they weren't alone.
"Hey!" she said loudly, calling out from across the room. "Is someone there? We're uh. Totally not trespassing. But we could use some help!"
Nina began to try to hack her way to where she could hear the voices.
Much to Skywarp's disappointment, Steelstrike didn't seem interested in an impromptu brawl. No, it was talking, the boring option really. He backed up a little, since it seemed a fight was off the table. That was a let-down, though, on the other hand, Skywarp was pleased that he didn't even have to saying or do anything and the other mech had folded.
"I don't see how MECH would choose a place half this revolting. Not unless they're like those TV shows those Vehicons keep putting on..."
"Maybe that's on purpose," Skywarp shrugged. "Make the place look so bad that you think that they aren't here."
Even as he said the words, Skywarp didn't really think that was the case though. Surely MECH would have come crawling out from wherever they were hiding if this was a legitimate outpost. The two humans on the other side of the room hadn't entered the hangar for them - it seemed the organics had been chaed here by something else.
Speaking of which…
With his height, it was easy to see the white stuff getting tugged on as something moved underneath and cleared it out of their way. Skywarp folded his arms across his chassis, utterly unconcerned that it looked like one of the humans was approaching.
"Well," he observed. "Looks like you don't have to worry about walking this stuff." The seeker waved at the webbing. "They're on their way here."
Words could be such pointless filler. True, they can convey things mere action alone could not, statements and demands finding their place even for the most silent of individuals, but... in this situation it seemed so frivolous and an additional danger. They were wasting time chatting away, when they could be doing something to actually avoid an unneeded confrontation.
Take action, make an evasive maneuver, or at least stay silent so that the organics did not hear voices and try to move towards them. As of right now, they were announcing their presence, and setting themselves up for a nice little meeting between whatever people had entered this area. Would this be met with a human death? Would they simply smash the individuals to pulp to try to cover their tracks? Or would they try to apply 'logic' to it? Neither could turn into a vehicle, they could not play 'inanimate object' as very expensive jets...
Laserbeak seemed content to sit in place while Soundwave analyzed the situation, its tiny head crooked in the direction of the possible incident. No grand movement, no action to try to stop, no attempt to intervene... it simply waited as instructed, settled down onto its perch comfortably as webbing settled draped over the myriad of panels that made its wings.