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.
Skystone stood behind Javelin, watching her as she moved from leg to leg. She seemed restless, in a way. Smaller grounders like her always seemed to be. Hearing that all the soldiers got their own rooms was pleasing, if a little surprising. It certainly spoke to how small numbers were on the Omega Base. The thought of an entire troop crashing on Earth was a concerning idea- there were nowhere near enough resources to deal with all that.
When Javelin explained how decorating her room could go, Skystone couldn’t help a rueful ex-vent, her field rippling with unidentified emotion. The transport femme hadn’t owned anything in so long, she could hardly remember the last item she owned. So much of her life had ended up being spent on the run, she never could hold on to anything for too long.
When road signs came up, she cocked her head. Why would someone steal the markers on a road? Not that she’d ever casually been on any road...but still. Seemed odd. She followed in silent puzzlement as Javelin motioned for her to.
As the smaller femme stepped aside, Skystone took in full view of the recreational room. She absent mindedly stepped forward, brushing her servo across the strangely put-together furniture. She paused completely when she heard of “Monopoly”.
“What is...Monopoly? What kind of game would be called that?” All cultures were unique, sure, but this...this was very strange.
“Monopoly is...well... it’s a board game. You have this large flat board on the table with pictures and each one has its own rules. Monopoly is about buy land with fake money and putting up little dwelling areas and then charging rent for them if you land on one with your little icon. It’s...ok it sounds really weird, but I think it would be fun, too. Oh, and wait until you see hockey! Hockey is amazing!”
Javelin’s eyes widened slightly as she spoke, talking about the mystical ritual called hockey spiking her field a little, “Next time a game comes on, I’ll show you what I mean.”
She leaned back, crossing her arms, “It’s really quiet in the base right now, so not a lot going on. But it seems this place usually has one or two hanging out here.”
The smaller femme turned, and moved back towards the doorway, slipping back out into the hallway again, “It’s actually quiet everywhere right now. No one is allowed to go anywhere without a buddy, and...well...the low energon problem is making people feel a bit...off. Patrols are still going on, but...I think most people are generally just staying in their rooms, conserving energy and the like.”
Javelin fell silent for a moment, then spoke, “Of course, I’m sure we’ll have that fixed soon. This planet is apparently chock full of energon, and the Decepticons can’t have all of it locked up, right? It’s just a...dry spell, that’s all.”
Attempting to smile reassuringly, Javelin motioned for Skystone to follow her, as she started down the hallway again.
Here the hallway continued on, and to the right, a flight of stairs. The blue scout turned and started down them, folding her hands lightly behind her, “The truce, though, is good, I suppose. It’s been quiet in that regard too. I’m not really a big fighter....ranged weapon.” Javelin cocked a thumb over her shoulder, pointing to the bow at her back.
Stepping down off the stairs, Javelin moved to stand at a large arch, the room beyond larger still than any of the others. Within were metallic dummies, what looked like balance beams, heavily patched and stuffed mats on the floor, and a few battered looking weapons hung on the wall.
“Training room,” Javelin said, “Which is self-explanatory. It’s...not used as much as it should be, but if you want to train with weapons here, or just beat out some frustrations on the dummies, this is your place.”
Smiling up at Skystone again, Javelin said sheepishly, “I keep meaning to try practicing with the swords and daggers in here, but I never do.”
Skystone listened to Javelin describe Monopoly, and simply became more confused. Did land on Earth really hold that much value? Why would it be entertaining to simulate buying it? When hockey was brought up, she wisely kept her mouth shut, not wanting to confuse herself even further and lose sight of the goal, which was trying to figure out this base. Javelin's little field spike didn't go unnoticed, however, so the freighter could assume it was a game considered fun by at least her companion. Seemed to be a spectating game, though; not one she could participate in.
As Javelin commented on the quietness of the base, Skystone agreed with her whole spark that it seemed near silent in the halls. She'd been bumped from one chaotic situation to the next for the bulk of her "adult" life, and silence like this was unsettling. It was even worse when Javelin explained exactly why. The energon crisis was a pressing matter, and a small part of Skystone couldn't help but feel guilty at her role in it. She was a large mecha, she knew she consumed large quantities of energon.
However, a more pragmatic voice spoke within her, reminding her that she couldn't have known about the crisis, and that furthermore, while she was another mouth to feed, she was also another able body that could try and contribute. She figured she may as well see a positive instead of getting caught up in the negative.
That in mind, she returned Javelin's encouraging smile with a more muted one of her own, no less friendly. She respected Javelin for keeping a cheery attitude throughout this.
She mentioned the Truce then moved on to the next room. Training room, apparently.
As Javelin mentioned working with daggers, Skystone turned to her, perking up (in her own way). "I fight with a dagger, if you ever want a partner to practice with. I'm a little rusty, too, I could benefit from the practice." She gave a bit of a rueful snort at her own expense. "Especially because Primus knows I can hardly aim a pistol."
Javelin looked up at Skystone with a slight expression of surprise. She would have guessed the large femme used something...bigger...than just a dagger. A full sword, maybe, if she even used a melee weapon at all.
But she wasn’t about to turn down any training.
“That would be great, actually! I’ll take all the practice I can get myself.”
Hearing the next reply, she smiled.
“Didn’t do much training, huh? Yeah, me either. I mean, I can pick one up and shoot it, and I might be able to hit something if it’s not jerking around all over the place.”
She paused.
“It’s weird.....I don’t seem to feel that...connection with a gun like I do with my bow. Maybe it’s because a gun is small, and a rifle has to be held stuck out in front of you, like a rebar or something. My bow is like...a part of me, when I use it. It’s so much easier to aim and shoot with it.”
She frowned for a moment, then shrugged, shaking her head.
“If you’re ever interested in learning to use a bow, I can give you lessons, see if you have a knack for it. I learned to make them out of scrap I find – and the arrows. I only have a few from Cybertron left, special ones – saving them for more important targets, I guess.”
Skystone regarded Javelin with a new interest. She herself was a femme who needed a sense of job or purpose to have any semblance of control in her personal life. That drive is what meant she could adapt to living so many different lives. So to hear that Javelin was so willing to train was something she'd jump at, easily.
"I'd love to train with you, and I'm always willing to learn something new."
As Javelin continued on about her connection with her bow, Skystone smiled slightly and dipped her head in agreement.
"I get what you mean. Many would think that me usin' a dagger doesn't seem to fit my frametype, but it's always suited me better than the pistol. Then again, I don't practice with much else, so who knows.
Also had no idea you made that bow...that's impressive. I'd be willing to learn about that too, could come in handy out in the field when this Truce ends."
Javelin leaned back against the archway, nodding, crossing her arms.
“I know what you mean, but it’s what we use best, isn’t it? Not what he look like we should use.”
Her face broadened into a smile, “Oh, I never made this one. This one I found down in the ruins around the Sea of Rust. It’s...I could never make anything like this. I don’t know much about how it works. I know how to use it, clean it, take care of it and what not. But how it actually makes the energy arrows? Not a clue. I just charge it when I can, on the same recharge slab I use.
The ones I make are much more simpler, but still pretty deadly.”
She paused, “Carbine said he would make me some handmade daggers...shivs. Maybe once I get some of those I can start practicing?”
She listened to Skystone again, and nodded firmly, “Oh, agreed. I think everyone should know how to use everything, just in case some day you need it to save yourself. I want to learn everything; daggers, rifles, swords, hell, I’ll throw rocks.”
The flier regarded the smaller Autobot for a second, questions trickling into her processor. When did Javelin wander the ruins of the Sea of Rust? Skystone figured after a moment it was inconsequential.
When she mentioned Carbine, Skystone tilted her head very slightly, thinking for a moment. "I don't think I've ever met Carbine. Unless I've just spoken to him, and not remembered." Interesting he'd just make someone weapons, but perhaps that was his job at the base.
As Javelin continued speaking, Skystone somewhat subconsciously nodded her head along. Survival instincts were very important, especially in a wartime, and she could appreciate that Javelin clearly had them.
"I completely agree. Thought I'll admit, I do prefer my main weapon to anything else. If I have to though, I've been known to make almost anything a weapon." Skystone gave a slightly rueful smile as she said this, remembering countless times she'd been caught in a bind without her dagger, for whatever reason. "Can't say that strategy always went well, but at least I'm still here."
“Oh, you’d remember Carbine if you met him. He’s rather...ah...unforgettable. Quite the character.”
She thought for a moment about warning the other femme about the smooth-talking black and white mech, but decided against it. Skystone seemed mature enough to recognise Carbine’s antics when she saw them.
She nodded when Skystone spoke again.
“Sometimes I think that’s what makes a survivor. Not being extra strong, or extra smart, or good with weapons, but just... doing whatever is needed to get through.”
She fell silent for a minute.
“This truce is going to end,” Javelin said, lowly, “There is no way the Decepticons are going to uphold it. It goes against everything they believe in. Be careful, Skystone. Don’t trust them any more than you have to if you meet one outside.”
Her voice had grown hard. It was obvious there was a lot of hatred within the smaller femme, towards the Decepticons.
After a minute, she shook her helm, “Sorry. Let’s keep going.”
Skystone couldn't help laughing slightly with Javelin, already much more comfortable and relaxed than when this conversation began.
Skystone listened as Javelin spoke on the Truce, feeling her own field begin to ripple with similar emotions.
"I haven't trusted a Decepticon in more years than I could count, and definitely not since the war began. Trustin' one has never been anything but asking for trouble." She knew her own optics glinted with the same steel as the femme ahead of her.
It's good to know that there are still those who haven't lost sight of what we're up against.
When Javelin indicated she was ready to go, Skystone inclined her head and went to follow, saying "Don't apologize. I'll always take advice, and you and I feel the same on this. It's good to talk to someone who's so honest about her opinions."
Walking along the hallway, Javelin turned towards a set of stairs, and led the way down.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I’ve had to play nice with them a few times on neutral planets, and it doesn’t sit well at all. I don’t know how some can do it, to be honest.”
Javelin fell quiet for a moment as she led the way down the stairs, and into another hallway. They passed one junction that branched off and seemed to consist of a second hallway with many large, well locked doors. The blue femme only gave a vague motion towards that hallway with a single description: “Various weapons are down there – for the Prime only.” That was how it was explained to Javelin, and so how it was explained to Skystone.
Pushing aside darker thoughts for now, Javelin couldn’t help but smile at Skystone’s description of her as “honest about her opinions.”
Oh Primus, could she make her opinions known...
“Down here you have the majority of extra rooms, used mostly for storage. Each room is used for a particular thing, so you’ll have one for loose scrap, one for recycled wires and circuitry, one for old machines like pumps they’re trying to fix up, and the like. There are usually chores to be done down here as well – cleaning, tidying, and the like. The farther down you go, the rougher the walls and floor are, so keep that in mind. Rough edges to catch your peds on and trip.
I found that out the hard way.”
Javelin paused for a minute, then spoke, “Forgive me for asking, but have you ever worked with organics before? I’m just curious – it seems a lot of the Autobots here aren’t super familiar with them. If you have any questions about them, the best one to ask would be Bumblebee, I think. I think he’s spent the most amount of time studying them, and then of course he’s a guardian of one himself.”
As Javelin continued through the hall, Skystone nodded at her new comment.
“I find it hard to separate someone from their own values, sometimes. Hasn’t always been helpful, exactly, but I’ve never met someone who doesn’t know where I stand.”
She continued down stairs, careful to keep her helm from brushing any overhang or ceiling, as she it would’ve been somewhat embarrassing to bash her helm on the ceiling because she didn’t even look. Then again, Optimus Prime was taller than her and he walked through this base, so she felt she could safely assume that she wouldn’t be in any danger.
Speaking of, she couldn’t help the spark of interest as she looked towards the hall that lead to said weapons. What could be hidden down there, that only the Prime could wield? She quickly shut down those thoughts. Definitely not her department.
She listened patiently as Javelin explained the next few parts of the base. The part about chores especially caught her attention. When the comment about rough patches came up, she gave a quick glance down. If she were to fall, she was fairly sure it would rattle the entire base.
She cocked her head slightly at Javelin’s question, coming up with her wording before she spoke.
“I’ve...definitely encountered them, but I wouldn’t say I’m overly familiar. I don’t really know how they work, and to be honest, I tried to avoid them while I was in space before comin’ to Earth. Nothin’ against them, of course,” She added on mildly, “I just get worried about stepping on them, or really doing much of anything. Humans especially are so small.” She couldn’t help the way her field shuddered slightly at that. “If I come across any issues, I’ll definitely take that advice. It’s definitely foreign.
And you? Had you been around many before comin’ to Earth?”
Javelin found herself smiling when Skystone spoke of being afraid of stepping on organics. It’s not that it was funny, but rather that it was common. Although not large, Javelin had been in the presence of very small organics in her life, much smaller than humans, and yes, it was always a concern. Even Javelin, at her size, could cause harm to one if she accidentally stepped on one or grabbed one too hard.
“Oh Primus, yes,” Javelin nodded, leaning back against one of the walls, crossing her legs at the ankles, “It’s sort of what my job was. I’m an expert in languages and cultures of different species. At first I was just employed as a scout, but then when my superiors realized I had an innate skill for languages, they trained me for that. I went Terrestrial Recon. Basically I would be dropped onto an alien planet, almost always organic. I’d find a safe place to lay up. Scan a local animal, sneak into the nearest town, get a good look at whatever top species lived there. Scan them, then go hang out in the markets or gathering places. Learn the languages, eavesdrop for any talk of Decepticons, and report back. I got real good at crawling through forests and swamps.”
She grinned at Skystone, “You do not want to know what happens to a metallic body that’s been lying in a marsh for two days. The smell is awful.”
Javelin shifted, crossing her arms over her chest, smile fading. “Sometimes I was lucky and the sentient races already knew about us and were ok with dealing. Then I could avoid the whole cloak and dagger thing. It was great when it was a mechanized species I worked with, but for all the life out there? Mech races are few and far between. I guess organic is the way to go. Anyway, yes, I’ve worked with a lot of them. They’re mostly....ok. They come with hidden dangers, but you....kinda take that as you go.”
A slight shrug, a faint dissociation from the topic, and she pushed off from the wall, smiling again, “Anyway, the humans are a pretty decent bunch. The ones that know about us, that is.”
"An expert in languages? I've never had much chance to study them, but I've always wanted to try," Skystone responded as Javelin described her job. "but I think I'd be happy to leave the scannin' of animals to you. Not sure I'd want to become organic, even if I had nothing against them." She said this with a rueful chuckle.
As Javelin went on to comment about the smell of a robotic body in a marsh, and Skystone couldn't help the way her field shuddered slightly. No, she didn't have much experience in swamps, but she certainly did in dead bodies. However, all she said was "I personally try to stay away from swamps, and crawling, for that matter. Much prefer the sky."
"It is an interesting perspective, how although so much of what we know isn't organic, but it's the type of life that dominates the universe. I've seen quite a few organics on other planets myself, but I generally tried to avoid planets that didn't know about aliens yet."
At Javelin's last comment, she couldn't help but raise an optical ridge ironically.
"All who know about us, except MECH, that is." The comment wasn't meant to be rude, but Skystone was the type to point out a truth, even if it was blunt.
((My laptop is on the fritz again, I'll fix the formatting whenever I can XD)))