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.
Outside of the ground bridge, Skystone would see - well, rocks.
Rocks, pale sandy soil and yes, more rocks. Small clumps of brush rippled across the open spaces, and dry grass was trying to fight for a handhold among the edge of a parched creek-bed.
Nevada backcountry in all of her glory. Not all of it was like this, but a heck of a lot, once you started getting off the main roads.
The glowing portal behind her irised shut. The folks she was coming here to meet apparently hadn't arrived yet.
In the distance, Skystone would likely hear the softest, faintest whirr of traffic, but wherever the road was, it was hidden by a rolling hill and a patchwork of low, dotted trees. What appeared to be a fairly large hill in the distance was blue and hazed in the late afternoon light.
Pale twists of road cut back and forth across the rise, visible from even where she was standing.
Turning slightly would reveal a blackened, torn up streak out among the brush some distance away in the other direction.
Something good sized had certainly landed out there, but at the moment there didn't appear to be anything moving out on the landscape.
Or one large, obvious point of designation that resembled a drop-pod.
A few moments later, another green flicker would appear off some distance to her left. It quickly spun out into an open ground bridge.
“Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Not exactly.” Technically black ops. “I was apart of Black Ops research projects. I went to Ranger school, got my Ranger Tab, but I’ve always been more of brains than brawn. I was on the front lines, but never took part in black operations. I just studied things and went to research projects my C.O. told me to.” Not exactly the entire truth but not exactly a lie. If he knew one thing, it was to keep his mouth shut. Information got people killed, even if it was to the hidden aliens that not many people on the entirety of earth knew about. Fowler perhaps knew what project Odi was on back in the day and if word got around, he’d might end up in the middle of Lake Superior surrounded by Black suits and concrete shoes, He knew better.
The familiar crackling of the groundbridge was always a new experience. The regular breaking of the laws of physics was always a stunning sight. Odessa looked back to see Blue meet up near him, but only stop nearby. Guess he was going to have to lead the way… Odessa had a silent sigh. The turret on top the buggy was empty. Having left his H.M.G. off for a simple civvie run. He might need to make a little cubby-hole to store it away in so that he can hide, attach it, and be off to the races of battle. Still, it looked like Blue was waiting for Odi to lead the way… Rangers lead the way…
Odi took point. Edging out the buggy into the raging green energy. He had started to acclimate to the feeling of change associated with the ground bridge but there was always a tad sensation he could never get accustomed to. The other side was more of the same. Desert, sand and emptiness all around. With just him alone, he could make out one start bot off to his right and by the looks of her; design and color, it was the one he was meant to meet. His little Trophy Buggy darted off through the sand, kicking up a rooster tail of sand to make his way to the bot.
It was Skystone, but he’d have no name at the moment, but her large Autobot emblem stood out. This was the one he was supposed to meet for sure, and by the look of her sleek features. One hell of a woman. Well… “woman”. She’d remind him of a female body builder. Large and strong but still somewhat feminine. He’d continue his little drive straight up to her. Knowing full well that a Con would’ve started shooting the moment he’d be seen. So his next claim was a bit redundant. He'd stop a good fifty feet from her, leaving the engine running, but hopping out to stand on the frame of the "door".
Post by Raf Esquivel on Nov 7, 2018 17:26:26 GMT -5
Raf was listening to the conversations going on around him, learning what he could. Hearing that Odessa was Black Ops seemed to make a little more sense to him now. They were usually tough and often .... odd. At least if all the shows on TV he had seen of Black Ops were right. Raf saw one show where this guy would dress up all in camo and go hide in the forest just to see if the local police could find him. He thought it was more training.
Raf thought it had been a very strange movie.
His attention was taken back to Blue as he answered his questions as best he was able. Raf thought it was odd that Arcee hadn’t given a name, but...as Blue was implying, things were so strange back at the base now. And if even Arcee was getting a little sloppy....
His thoughts interrupted again as the Ground Bridge blossomed into view, and Raf settled back to ride through. When Blue looked back and asked if he was set, Raf smiled, gave a nod, and waited to move.
Code just makes more SENSE than people. Either it works, or it doesn't.
As Skystone took in the barren terrain, she couldn't help but feel the urge to transform then and take to the skies. It really was a beautiful day, and this area was so much less cluttered than where she had landed.
She turned slightly to scope out the area, then saw it. Rough landing, it looks like. Hope the 'Bot's okay. She started making her way over to where she saw the crash sight, when the familiar view of a groundbridge opening up derailed her. However, the being that stepped out wasn't Cybertronian- it was a human. She peered at him uneasily as he approached her in some...vehicle...thing...she wasn't entirely sure what is was. Regardless, he seemed fairly confident of himself as he approached her, and she supposed she could at least appreciate that. He must know what Cybertronians were if he traveled via groundbridge, after all.
He then questioned her allegiance, and she couldn't help but tilt her helm skeptically towards her scarred shoulder emblem. She felt that spoke for itself,but she supposed when you were that tiny it could never hurt to double check. She turned to face him fully, her chartreuse optics gazing down at him as directly as she could manage.
Rail anxiously watched the portal appear in the distance and adjusted his position behind the boulder to maximize its cover. Rail didn’t understand the physics that described how such wildly exotic energies could be harnessed to tear open a stable wormhole in spacetime, but he certainly understood the implication. A single large figure strode through before the portal closed behind them. They were a cybertroninan like himself, predominantly red and white, and the wings on their back denoted them as a flier. While physically imposing, Rail judged their posture and bearing to be not terrifying, the opposite of how he viewed Decepticon seekers. He felt that they either skulked or strutted, with their air of superiority. Rail was a grounder and a scout build. He’d always felt that the vast majority of seekers were heavily ego laden mega-aft licking bright-plates. The dislike mostly stemmed from the fact of how many untold countless times he’d been shot at by Decepticon seekers during their air raids over millions of years of war. The other Cybertronian was practically an angel in comparison to his mental image of seekers.
So while his arms – still transformed into blasters – said fight, and his peddes said flight and his head said fright, Rails spark silently asked friend.
Rail’s visual examination of the other was brief as yet another portal opened up not far from where the first had been. This portal in turn first expelled first some make of indigenous off-road buggy followed by a muck sleeker silver street car. Rail had a vague passing familiarity of Earth’s vehicles from watching what TV signals his life pod had managed to capture on his five year journey. He didn’t think the human species had developed ground bridge technology of their own yet, despite their ungodly speed of science development. Rail shuddered at that thought. He was very surprised to then see one of those very same humans exit the buggy and stride purposely toward the Cybertronian flier who stood maybe ten times taller.
Collusion between his species and the sentient native humans was not entirely unexpected. Rail’s rough idea though was that Autobots might treat humanity with some respect while Decepticons would see a potential slave source. Seeing the bold human gave him a little hope that he was watching potential allies and not the enemy. He was still as nervous as a frog in a blender.
Mulling over Odi's response, Bluestreak wished they had a little more time to talk. Clandestine operations were a heck of a lot of skill, but they sure weren't his personal forte. His part of the job was to stand way back from the fray and do his best to provide support.
Wash would have liked this guy, he thought. A touch of concern followed that realization; he hadn't heard from his friend in a long time, and hoped everything was okay. Then again that was Wash's job. Blend in, and disappear. He was probably hard at work somewhere out there for the Autobots, or they'd sent him to look for Energon or-- who knew.
All Blue knew was that he missed him; no one else understood his enthusiasm for well-built houses like Wash did.
As his tires left the groundbridge, the feeling of sleek, smooth support dropped out from underneath Bluestreak. He had to struggle for a moment to regain purchase on the sandy ground; a gritty rooster-tail foamed up behind him in the late afternoon heat. Being as low-slung as he was, there were more than a few rough scrapes to his undercarriage as he hurried after Odi. At one particularly bad one that likely would make any passenger grateful for seatbelts, the mech's avatar winced. His mirrors scrunched back and then slowly adjusted forward.
He'd never met the Autobot that was standing there waiting for them. The first thing that leapt into his mind was - oh whoa, they're a flier. I didn't expect them to be a flier - but we have been getting a few of them lately down here, I guess. Right when we are short on supplies too- we're getting awfully thin. No one's talking about it, but that says everything I need to know, I guess.
Bluestreak had to admit to himself that it was pretty rare though to see Autobot fliers. Especially ones of this size - the Autobot's massive wings sloped down behind their broad shoulders.
Odessa had wasted no time in driving up and Bluestreak could already hear him engaged in conversation with the the other Autobot as he rolled himself to a halt off of the buggy's flank. A quick bob of his hood in greeting to the femme as her voice drifted down towards them.
"Hullo," he called over, even as he swiftly took stock of the landscape.
A thin wisp of smoke wavered in the not-so-far distance. The silver car craned up on his tires, surveying the desolate lanscape. There were an awful lot of rocks- any one of which had to be unpleasant to land on. There appeared to be pieces of the landing pod strewn in the distance...
Bluestreak's avatar turned in his seat. "Hey, are you okay with hopping out for a bit, Raf?" he asked the young man. "I better get up on my feet- this looks like it was a pretty rough landing for this mech. Have a feeling they might need a hand- hope they're all right, you know...?"
The silver Autobot trailed off and popped his passenger door slightly open.
Post by Raf Esquivel on Nov 9, 2018 17:11:40 GMT -5
Raf craned his neck to try and see through the ground bridge as they moved through it.
He always found it sort of weird – like going in an elevator, leaving one room, and emerging in another. At first he found it disorienting, but he found if he sort of pretended he was just going through a normal blue tunnel, it helped with being dizzy.
When the blue cleared, Raf was suddenly jostled roughly, feeling for a moment like Bluestreak was falling out from in under him. He was sure he felt his bottom leave the seat for a fraction of a second, the belt digging into his waist. But just when he was about to holler, startled, he felt Blue’s tires dig in, and the accompanying scruuuud of a blast of sand from under the tires. His glasses knocked slightly askew, Raf straightened them, to look out through the windshield, in time to see a very large Cybertronian.
Wow. Is that the new Autobot? he wondered. It was good to have such a large Autobot hanging around. They needed stronger people!
He attention brought back to Bluestreak, Raf nodded when asked if he could hop out. Undoing his seat belt, Raf half wiggled, half crawled out of Blue’s alt mode, stepping away slightly to give the Cybertronian space to transform.
His attention was instantly taken back to the new Autobot – the one standing, that was. He looked up, and up, and up.
His voice was awed, “Whoa.”
Code just makes more SENSE than people. Either it works, or it doesn't.
“Odessa.” He’d call out to the Autobot. “Odi… O.D.K… I’m with Optimus. I wasn’t expecting...” He paused giving her frame a once over. “Pardon me if I’m not used to such a... sleek frame around the base.” There was subtle nuance to his words. Odi glanced back to see Blue not too far off from catching up. “And thats Big Blue.” Introducing Blue before he’d have the chance. “And thats little Raf. C’mon over here and hop on Raf, let the bots do work.” Then a quick glance off to the distant pod far a ways off from where they stood. A heap of metal and disappointment then back to Sky. “I’m gonna take the wild guess that you’re not the John Doe we’re looking for.”
The cybertronian transformation was likewise an enthralling sight. What marvels of engineering and meticulous planning they were to shift so many thousands of macro and micro pieces. No way evolution took hold for them. If Odi could have a few words with their creator.
Skystone was well aware of her size. It wasn't a self-conscious awareness, but after living such a long life, she'd certainly come across those smaller than herself. It was one of the most jarring things about first joining the Autobots, however. She'd grown and lived around other transport mecha, and only every interacted with construction workers outside of that. So, the first time she wore the Autobot insignia, she worked regularly with those who were literally less than half her size.
But seeing a human, so close to her, on the ground? She wasn't suite sure anything had prepared her for that sort of height difference. He introduced himself as Odessa, and then informed her that he worked with Optimus. That's interesting. I didn't realize how closely we were working with the natives here. She quirked an eye ridge at his comment on her frame, her field rippling subtly with amusement. She didn't miss the undercurrent in his words at all. "Oh? And are you suggestin' that every Autobot is boxy?"
Her helm turned slightly when another 'Bot came through, transforming and producing literally the smallest thing she'd ever seen. She took a step back, immediately afraid of crushing him. He was introduced by Odessa as Raf, and the poor thing's optics were so wide, it nearly took up his entire face plate. The 'Bot was introduced as..."Big Blue." She figured that wasn't his actual designation. For his sake, she certainly hoped so. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you. My designation is Skystone, and no, I'm not John Doe...or who you're lookin' for." She figured John Doe must be a euphemism of some sort. Otherwise, she'd just made a fool of herself.
…And then there was an even smaller example of the human species exiting the silver vehicle and then the silver earth vehicle itself transformed, revealing itself to be a Cybertronian like himself. Rail nearly gave away his hiding spot in surprise. He just hadn’t considered the idea of taking the form of one of the human’s vehicles, or even accommodating another life-form in some sort of symbiotic relationship, well, maybe not symbiotic but one of mutual convenience.
The concept of such physical contact with an organic lifeform was utterly alien and slightly unpleasant; he’d have to mull it over some time. But the idea of taking a earth based alt was a novel and intriguing concept, delighting Rail the more he gave it thought. The only perceivable downsides in Rail’s mind was that he hadn’t scanned an altmode in only-Primus-knows how long, and he wasn’t certain how his wretched T-cog would take the change.
At current range from the arrivals, he could barely hear them and couldn’t make out what was being said. He’d have to guess from a mix of logical deduction and trying to read body language. So far his best guesses was either a sit-rep or introductions, the latter being less likely in his opinion. So far no shouting, weapon waving, or even radio contact, which was nice. Rail liked uneventful when some of the possible events were hazardous to his health. Eventually though, he expected that the two Cybertronians and two Humans would examine the obliterated remains of the pod, and very probably spot his foot prints and follow them. Any minute now really. Or they may spot his red optics shining over the rock. It was a mystery to Rail how he or any other cybertronian ever managed to truly hide with shiny eyes and biolights.
As soon as Raf had stepped far enough away, Bluestreak shifted forms and rose to his feet. The sharpshooter shook himself out, the silver mech's doors lifting and falling behind his shoulders. Automatically, he reached over his shoulder and gripped his rifle, sliding it out into his hands in an absent-minded motion. He was very careful and precise with the long weapon though; the barrel immediately pointed down the sandy ground near his side.
"Bluestreak," he reiterated with an easy, sloping grin.
Under the brim of his red chevron, his expression was friendly and open as he focused on the tall flier.
"Good to meet you, Skystone. I just got a very basic briefing from Arcee, but she seemed like she was super busy with what her and Bulkhead had to go do, so I didn't get a whole lot, unfortunately. Thanks for coming, this - uh, looks like it's a bit of a mess out there."
He lifted his free hand and shaded his brow, peering out into the desert. His friendly smile turned to honest worry as he looked back around at the others. "I don't see anyone moving," he admitted, with a wince. "I guess- uh, maybe we fan out, check to see if we can find them."
The silver mech let his hand fall back to his side.
"Seems like it might be the fastest and easiest way to cover the most ground...?" he asked all three of them.
Last Edit: Nov 14, 2018 4:41:51 GMT -5 by Bluestreak
Sparkplug, ironically, was drowning in a sea of chatter.
The control room was beautifully laid out, considering the limitations of the materials that the architect had been working with, with split levels providing clear sight lines, and subdued lighting leaving optics clear for screen viewing. All of this elegance was lost, however, under a horde of vehicons and eradicons, moving around, poking screens, and endlessly, endlessly talking.
It was, to an extent, her own fault. She was the officer on watch, and when a couple of off-duty eradicons had peeked in the doorway, she'd invited them to come in. Unable to fly much for fear of giving away their location, the aerial frames were going even more stir-crazy than the vehicons, and being crammed into the lower tunnels like scraplets in a containment field was not helping. The control room was pretty big, and they could always help keep an eye on some of the consoles.
Then another few had peered hopefully into the control room. And some more. And then they'd just started sneaking in to join the others. And then, as the saturation became total, they just melded into the edges of the crowd. Sparkplug knew for a fact that if any of the senior ranks saw this torrid confusion of idle machines, she was going to get her aft kicked for letting such a breakdown of good discipline take place in the control room.
It would, of course, be easy enough to yell at them to just get out. But she'd been doing her very best not to let the identikit method of their construction lure her into treating them as interchangeable minions, the way so many other Decepticons did, and at this point, nothing short of an actual scream was going to penetrate the hubbub.
Sparkplug clung to the primary console, and held on tightly to her patience.
The sudden ping of an incoming signal was an outright blessing; something else to focus on. Her slim fingers danced over the control board, calling up the details - some kind of encrypted message, on a channel normally reserved for emergencies. Interesting. Wishing she could turn off her audials, Sparkplug leant over the console, peering intently at the encoding. It wasn't anything she recognised, but that didn't mean the Hold's mainframe wouldn't have a decryption routine that'd make sense of it. Tapping a few keys, she set the system to try every decryption program it knew, working backwards chronologically.
She'd just about entered the command when a mech barged into her back, slamming her faceplate into the screen with a glassy thud.
From behind her, a metallic voice said with dawning alarm, "...oops."
Slowly, and with malign purpose flashing in her green optics, Sparkplug straightened up and turned around. The room was still packed, but a ring of clear space had opened up around her as those close enough to catch the incident were fleeing into the pack.
Her voice as sharp as a razor, Sparkplug snapped, "Stop right there, you tin-plated, glitch-ridden escape artists. Turn around."
With obvious reluctance, the nearest few stopped in their tracks, and even more reluctantly, slowly pivoted to face her. Several expressionless silver visors awkwardly looked at her from the corner of their optical strips. At the edges of the crowd, a few of the more alert vehicons were already making a lightning calculation of their current odds of getting in trouble, and vanishing into the side passages.
"I think," said Sparkplug with deliberate calm, "that this room's gotten a bit crowded, don't you? So why don't you go tell your friends that if they're not on duty, they can give us a bit of space. Clear?"
Shuffling of pedes, and nods. Sparkplug nodded back. "Alright. Go on, off with you."
Her shoulders relaxing, Sparkplug turned back towards the monitor, and grinned as she heard the outbreak of frantic whispering from behind her. The room began to clear. Thanks for that. That was perfect.
The console chimed. Blinking, she glanced up at the screen. A decryption routine had produced a partial decoding; it was an Autobot cipher, from a few vorns back. Something about an escape pod. The data was fragmentary, but it seemed to hint that it was an Autobot calling for help. And they were using an Autobot encryption routine. Almost certainly wasn't one of theirs. She could probably leave it to Prime's faction to sort it out, and just... stay here...
...or, on the other hand, maybe it was one of theirs. Fleeing in an enemy escape pod, using their stored signalling protocol to send for help. That was very plausible. She had a duty to go and check it out. Far, far away from this echoing hole in the ground full of clattering rust spawn.
Yes.
Logging the call for help, Sparkplug tapped in a quick request for a space bridge to the signal's coordinates, and stepped away from the console. Gesturing at the nearest eradicon, she beckoned him over, and pointed at the console. "Take the watch while I check this out, alright? Keep it clear in here, and let me know if anything happens."
Barely listening to his acknowledgement, she stepped away and - with scarcely concealed delight - triggered her transformation into her altmode. In a blurred instant of reconfiguration, she folded into a long, angular, six-wheeled off-roader. Her cannon jutted from the rear deck of the vehicle. New Autobots wouldn't know about the treaty, and she didn't intend to get shot in the faceplate before she could explain.
Teal and green energies burst open at the far side of the control room. Revving her engine, Sparkplug sped through the spacebridge with a quickening fuel pump, and a sense of unrestrained glee. Freedom! Something happening! Something elsewhere! Wherever it was, as long as it wasn't under the ocean, it'd be an improvement.
-
Glaring sunlight poured over her as she dropped into an endless plain of loose sand, reflecting from her bright white plating like a signal flare. Fortunately, this was exactly the terrain her chassis had been designed for, and her triple axles flexed smoothly. Deep-treaded tyres bit into the sand as she skidded to a halt.
Without time for more than a hurried glance, which took in the fact that that was rather more of a reception than she'd been expecting, she shouted, "Truce! Truce?" Her cannon was still deployed, but in a gesture of fellow feeling, it wasn't actually pointed at anyone yet.
“I’m only say’in the best can make proper use of both.” Eyebrow wiggle. His response perhaps a but heavy handed with an absolute lack of subtlety. Odessa was always a brash kinda guy, telling it like it is and always one to buttheads with those who couldn’t take it. His eyes giving her the once over again. Holding the smuggest of shittiest of grins while shrugging ever so roguishly. Ok perhaps a bit too heavy handed. Such a womanizer.
So Blue didn’t know this one either. She must’ve been relatively new as well. So much for everyone knowing each other. They always seemed to be coming and going. He’d store that little tidbit of information back away in his brain, that these creatures didn't all know each other off the bat. Which made his think of how many of them were there and with already dwindling supplies, what Optimus would do when rationing wasn’t enough. A thought quipped past his head to try and study the energon he had more. Maybe find an alternative power source. One thing he could do was try to have the base as self sufficient without the use of energon as much as possible, but that was a thought for another time.
It was no time to make flirtatious remarks, but a time to do their job. The Autobots at least, Odessa was living on their dime without any form of rent. Odessa gandered over to Raf who was still enamoured by the newcomer, but oh well. Blue would have to lug nerd-potato around some more. Blue on the other hand was still with pleasantries. However with an awkward amount of aggressiveness to it. Odessa was awaiting for Blue to take abit of lead here. Knowing all too well that Optimus would lend a mouthful if Odessa came within even breathing distance of an unregistered bot. Don’t touch the computer Odessa, Stop riding me Odessa, Don’t lead a mission into danger Odessa, Stop making Weapons of Mass Destruction Odessa. Guh, not my real dad. Dadimus. Transform into a lawnmower 6am every saturday morning.
Blue posed a question that didn’t seem all to enthusiastic. Asking to spread out than just saying so. It's not like this was a combat situation and needed to probe all available information. It was strange to hear such.
“Ugg. I have to do everything myself. I’m the backbone of this base.” He’d hop back down into his seat. “I’ll meet ya’ll on ahead so you all can trade lubricants...or...whatever it is you bots do. Fuck, I ‘unno. C’mon nerds.”
Raf didn’t seem all to interested in joining Odessa so he’d take off towards the wreckage. If the other bots weren’t too interested, Odessa would have to lead. The buggy zipped off to the downed pod but not before a flash of light in front of him took his offguard. Was there another bot supposed to sh-WHOoooOOOAaaAA. Another vehicle toore straight outta hell. On a collision course with his more than fragile buggy, Odessa tore his wheel to the side. Raising up two wheels off the ground before falling back down with a stomp on the breaks.
He tore out of his own seat to look at who had the NERVE TO BE SUCH….ohhh… This was one of those decepticons he had heard so much about.
Post by Raf Esquivel on Nov 17, 2018 17:40:16 GMT -5
Raf continued to stare up at the newcomer, totally in awe at her size. He had only seen a few such large bots, Optimus and Megatron being two - and it was always amazing.
It took a lot to really draw in Raf’s attention - usually it was coding. He missed Odi’s request, only coming to a moment later. Raf looked back at Blue as he walked up, then back to the newcomer. Skystone.
What a pretty name, he thought. It was different from other names - at least those he knew of - but it was nice too. Pretty. Skystone.
Raf looked over at the remains of the crashed pod, and winced slightly. Someone was in that? That didn’t look good.
When Odi spoke again, Raf turned and watched as the man hopped into the buggy.
His next few words struck Raf in a weird way…something he wasn’t used to feeling.
Irritated.
Odi was acting like when really little kids get into too much sugar. They couldn’t help it, not really, but…Odessa didn’t seem to be able to stay still for very long. And then the remark about trading lubricant…
Raf’s stomach squirmed slightly in embarrassment. To Raf it seemed like a very crass thing to say, especially to a group of people he seemed to want to be a part of. He didn’t understand why Odessa would talk so offhandedly.
Raf shook his head, trying to push his thoughts away. Maybe Odessa didn’t really mean anything by it. Some people were just… it was their way. Sort of like Miko. Sometimes Miko said things that made Raf cringe a little, but he knew Miko was a good person, she just picked the wrong way to say things.
Right about then, Odessa dropped the F bomb before turning and, calling them nerds, started to take off. Any feeling of charity Raf was starting to feel bottomed out again, and another small burst of anger shifted within the small body.
Raf started to turn, to look back up to Bluestreak, to ask what to do now, when suddenly, something completely new arrived. A vehicle Raf had never seen before arrived, causing Odessa to swerve violently. For a moment, Raf feared a bunch of strangers, humans, had come to investigate the crash, and how was he going to explain the giant robots standing around…when he suddenly realized it was a Decepticon.
Dread filled his chest. Yes, there was a truce, but did the newcomer know that? Hearing her calling out the words only made him feel slightly better.
Raf turned to Blue, looking up at him, “Now what?”
Last Edit: Nov 17, 2018 17:40:35 GMT -5 by Raf Esquivel
Code just makes more SENSE than people. Either it works, or it doesn't.
Ah, so his name was Bluestreak. Much more encouraging then "Big Blue".
"As I said before, it's good to meet you." When Bluestreak commented on the state of affairs with the crash, she winced. "Yeah, this definitely wasn't a smooth landin'." She strode forward, unaware of the way her pedes literally shook the earth. Glancing around at the wreckage in front of her, she huffed and shook her helm slightly. This'll be a cleanup for the ages...
Then, Odessa chimed in with his two cents, replying to her earlier comment. "Heh. Trust me, mech, you'd have no way to handle me." Dry and sarcastic. With those like Odessa, who seemed to be constantly on the move, along with constantly speaking, that seemed to be the best route. Besides, what she'd said was certainly true.
She returned her attentions to Bluestreak, who appeared to be leading this rescue/cleanup operation. He certainly seemed friendly enough, and easy to work with. Much better than other rescue leaders she'd worked with. However, his friendly countenance soon seemed to drop off as he addressed their next step in finding the new Autobot. "Fannin' out does sound efficient, but we should probably stay close enough to hear-" What she'd been saying was cut off by a groundbridge opening. Who...?
Then a Decepticon came flying out, nearly destroying Odessa's vehicle. What in the actual frag is happening?!
Skystone was well aware of the truce, but she wasn't used to it. Her blades instinctively whipped out, and she had to forcefully draw them back in as the 'con began crying about current 'bot/'con relations.
Her blades being in didn't mean she looked any less imposing, however. While her field was usually controlled and inexpressive, it now swirled in hostility and suspicion. A Decepticon, showing up where an injured Autobot could be? There was no way this 'con could actually want to lend a hand. Her wings were now high up and pointed ramrod straight, and she was standing tall with her shoulders squared. If she was going to be unarmed, she didn't want to look vulnerable.
"What is your designation, and why are you here?" Her words were clipped, not shouted, but not spoken quietly, either.