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.
Finale folded her arms behind her back again as Downfall spoke, lightly clasping her hands together. A faint smile curled the corners of her lips as she spoke.
“Yes, I suppose most ground-based Cybertronians tend to dislike being up high. Although I cannot fly, heights never really bothered me much, in all honesty. Some of my more...challenging...work often requires me to scale heights in order to gain access to buildings or the like. Thinking back, I never really had to overcome any fear.”
She paused, her mind going back to some of her first hunts. It was, perhaps, the simple fact that she was free to move that gained her the peace to do what was needed. Finale did not like enclosed areas. Perhaps the vantage points of being up high, allowing her to see in all directions, see that there were no walls, ceilings or fences to hold her in, gave her the enjoyment of high places.
His request to go and refuel brought her back to the present, and she nodded, “I see no reason not to. I haven’t taken my allotment yet. We’ll head back to the common area.”
Lowering an arm, she held it out in an “after you” motion, and followed up his question with one of her own, “Does it bother you, being underground, as a flyer? I understand mecha with your alt mode type can become...irritated if they are kept from the sky too long. Yet you seem relaxed enough. Is Lord Starscream giving you flying patrols?”
Last Edit: Apr 19, 2019 10:10:13 GMT -5 by Deleted
A hum of thought left Downfall as Finale elaborated her sense and enjoyment of heights further, pausing momentarily to catch her faint yet subtle smile. It was more than appreciated to see her enjoy those small privileges and he listened carefully.
At the motion, however, he started to walk forward. Calm and with sluggish steps he continued to move towards the direction they'd came from. Everything was still new and unfamiliar, but he could remember the path they had taken; it was only a matter of backtracking their steps anyway. Something Downfall was actually very good at. His rather uncommon ability allowed him to form a three dimensional image of everything he could hear and feel. Thus, the map that had already formatted itself within his processor guided him on this journey to find his way back.
“I do admit, I prefer aerial tasks over ground based one's at any time. Though, I have not met Lord Starscream as of yet, neither have I received any sort of assignments...”
The big flier stated as if it was a matter of fact.
He still was very new to the team, and Downfall never had complained about the lack of chores or jobs in the past, and he certainly would not start now. Patience was all he needed. He had great trust in their forces, the Decepticons, and valued the decisions of their leaders more than most other would probably ever expect.
“...But I am certain that our great leader already knows about my whereabouts. I do appreciate it. Though, with our current situation, I do not wish to force myself onto them. Clearing our future course of actions have priority of course. But I will introduce myself in due time.”
While Downfall probably misunderstood her intentions of the question, he found it necessary to clear up any sort of miscommunications between them. He was new and he knew it, and he also knew that he should probably talk to their leader as soon as possible. But it was best to take things slow and allow their respected commanders time to adjust to far more important topics first, than that of acknowledging a mere soldier.
But casting those thoughts aside, curiosity crept into his processor and the question Finale had asked was one he wished to return.
“If I may; Does it irritate you, to be underground? I have not met someone who would enjoy heights as much as I do, especially as a ground based Cybertronian. And I apologize should this question be too personal, please, I do not wish to sound noisy, yet... I am curious.”
Finale paused, sliding her hands behind her back and lightly linking her fingers together. His question, while bold, clearly wasn’t meant to be impolite. And he had been open enough with her with his own limitations. While Finale rarely confessed anything that could be seen as a weakness to another, especially another Decepticon who may or may not have a reason to attempt to remove her, she felt that in this situation, honesty was the best policy.
Besides, there was no reason she had to tell him everything.
“In truth, I am not comfortable underground, no. While not a flyer, I have never been easy with confined spaces. I much prefer open areas where I have the ability to move, to be in control of my environment.”
She paused for a moment, then spoke again, “A great deal of my work involves just that. Complete control of my environment, and using it to my advantage. I have worked at great heights before – nothing similar to what you are used to, of course, and they do not bother me, for I am still in control as needed.
When you are aware the environment is, in fact, in control of you....it can sometimes cause...stress.”
Finale dropped her arms, and refolded them before her, “As a result, I am not actually within the base often. I range outwards as much as I can, and only return to recharge or as needed. Unless I am patrolling, I do not go far, usually remaining within sight of the entrance to the base, but I prefer it outside, yes.”
Downfall was intrigued by her admiration of heights. He, himself found it quite fascinating to just let loose for once, gliding through the sky or just sitting on the edge of a bottomless chasm. The thrill of the flight was just pure bliss and if she'd been a flier, he would bet that she would enjoy it as much as he did.
But right now? They were stuck underground, cramped into a confined space with more than an obvious overfilled crowd. Finale had the right idea. The outside of the base was far more expanse as it was not limited by walls surrounding them. For her, he assumed, it probably was the only way to escape this prison of rock and enjoy the freedom just outside the door. Yet, they had to be careful. This world was foreign to them, new and full of things they did not fully understand yet.
Continuing his lazy pace down the corridor, Downfall kept his stride slow and calculated, almost as if trying to give her a chance of passing him if she so wished. He was tall, big and had a good amount of heavy armor to carry on his side. It caused him to move quite rigid at times, the lack of movement due to this just reinforcing it the more he tried.
The corridors were small, well, smaller and tighter than the big flier wished them to be, but on the other servo? They would do for now. With a nod he turned his attention towards the long, slender pathway in front of him, following it as he kept track of the guiding sensors in order to accomplish this task.
“I see.”
He said with a low rumble of his voice.
“May I ask as to how exactly our rations would be provided? I assume that this base is equipped with the standard dispensers then?”
A question that came to his processor as he thought more about it. How was one rationed? The Decepticons had the advantage of several mines, and occupied most of the many mining facilities down on earth, at least as far as he was concerned. Though, with the loss of their ship, it may have become difficult to transport such amounts of energon to one place to another... or even store it for the sake of keeping a stockpile under their grasp. After all, this base did not seem as big as he wished it to be, and who knew? Maybe they had to limit their amount due to unknown events.
Finale kept up her pace, remaining where she was. She was in no hurry to move along, and seemed comfortable enough with the tempo they were walking. She was dwarfed by her companion, but did not seem to shrink away from his bulk, nor even move aside to give him more room. She seemed oddly at ease being in such close proximity with such a large mech.
“Our rations are provided within the main area, the assembly hall. Dispensers are located there, and we are not rationed, thank Primus, at least not yet. We had enough energon converted and stored at other locations that, once gathered and brought here, it seems we do not really need to worry. As long as the Nemesis remains down, however, that may change, as I do not know myself what capacity we have to mine or convert it. However, I assume the mines we had originally are still active, and most converting would be taking place off ship? I confess, I do not know a great deal about it myself.
If you haven’t been told to limit your amount, I would not worry. As a large flyer, your energy needs are heavier than most, and you would likely be told if you need to limit your intake to some degree. Unless that has happened, I advise you take your full amount. The truce with the Autobots will not last forever, and we must be ready to go in a moment’s notice.”
She was silent for a moment, “I will be glad when it ends. This is not natural.”
The hallway kept its path narrow and sleek, almost claustrophobic in a way, until it spread a bit further apart to allow more room for the occupants to travel through. The tunnel was still cast in its dim and shallow light that acted as a mere excuse for the general lack of lighting. The rock was a rough texture, catching the play of shadow and light just right to display its carved out work some more. While the base was small, it kept expanding at an extremely fast pace. New tunnels were already in the making, the drilling and working echoing through the hollowed out earth.
“I agree. And do not worry miss Finale, your already given support is more than I could ask for so far.”
Downfall said with a reassuring voice.
“I am truly thankful for your advice, as well as your guiding servo to take the time and lead an old bot like me through the basics of this place. Not many would have the patience to do so... nor would feel the need to.”
A true and honest statement on the big fliers side. Downfall knew how the Decepticons operated, at least on a general basis. A mere soldier like him, cannon fodder that was most useful to be shoved into the front lines among others, most likely did not receive as much information as someone who worked in the science field. Hierarchy, it was what made and structured their faction throughout many ages. A system that many still valued and followed, one that he himself respected. Obey their rules, and follow your commanders orders. It was what guided Downfall through this life and foremost, kept him in a useful position.
As the two Cybertronian neared the assembly hall once more, a mix of several voices could be heard from within. Some were dull and flat, while others were chipper and laughing. The crew who gathered there was seemingly off duty and enjoying themselves to their spark content... or not, it all came down as to how one would interpret it. But regardless, the volume in sound led him to shift his attention towards the entrance it was coming from. While Downfall could not see the increase of light and dancing colors, shifting from the dull lighting atop to another hue to accent the amber aspect of the integrated ones on the walls and ceiling, he could pin-point and memorize the cleaner fabricated texture that supported it.
Coming slowly to a halt just short before the entrance, Downfall stepped aside some to allow Finale some space, offering her entrance with a polite 'after you' gesture.
“My lady.”
It was perhaps a bold statement, but it was done to further demonstrate his respect towards her, allowing her to take over and lead them ahead. He still did not feel comfortable enough to guide his way through a crowded room, filled with other Cybertronians that increased the chance of accidentally bumping on one another. How embarrassing would that be?
Finale continued to walk alongside Downfall, her arms lightly crossed, though not in an aggressive manner.
At his thanks, she raised a hand, making a lazy waving-away motion.
“Patience is something sorely lacking in the Decepticons, I must agree. However, a good hunter must have it, otherwise they will always leave empty handed.
Besides, we are all Decepticons. We each of us have our different chores and demands, different calling and skills, but we are a machine, and each gear and cog is as important as the next. Otherwise the machine falters and fails.”
As they approached the general assembly hall, Finale faltered back slightly. The noise almost seemed like a physical barrier she brushed up against, a spiderweb of sound she was able to push through, but not without some displeasure.
Although she had just spoken of a well oiled machine, that didn’t mean she was comfortable with the louder aspects of it. Perhaps it was her creation, her original coding, or perhaps it even had something to do with locked away memories of “parties” she had been forced to perform at. Regardless, she paused for the briefest of seconds, it not even truly being noticeable unless one were looking.
Her attention was taken to Downfall when he stepped aside and motioned for her to go ahead, the polite words spoken after.
Stepping past him, a rare smile easing onto her face, “My my. Manners. A welcome breath of fresh air.”
Finale stepped into the crowded room, casting her gaze about, her dark purple optics moving through the boisterous group until she found what she was looking for; a nearly empty bench carved from stone. Glancing behind her, she raised her voice so Downfall could hear her over the din of the room, “This way.”
She started over towards the bench and table, expecting him to follow.
Oddly, as she made her way, although she was a smallish femme, others seemed to move out of her way. She walked with an authoritarian air as if an officer....or at least someone one might not want to bother with too much, and the Vehicons seemed to recognize that. Whether or not any other Decepticons would feel the same was up to each individual.
At her words to follow, the big flier eased into a comfortable stride once again, keeping up with her while trying to avoid anything that might could get in his way. He kept his wings tugged close to his back, folding them in as much as he could- as well as trying to keep his movements steady... and not to suddenly move from one side to another or walk as if he was drunk.
However, it was not lost on him that some of the troops were shying away, were it from sheer fear or respect he did not know, but nonetheless, Finale certainly left a good impression behind.
Some Vehicons, those further away, haltered their conversations just momentarily to take in the two new comers. A quick glance was being cast their way before their attention shifted back towards their own small group. But those who were making room, even offering more space for the femme and her big companion, kept their attention focused onto them for a while longer. They watched as the femme strode past them, some dipping their helm in respect as she did so. Her name and rank a mysterious to many of them, yet authority bled from her posture with each step she took... something that told them enough to act accordingly.
In the distance, weaved between the many voices and their hollow echo that vibrated off the refined walls, there was a faint hum of machinery; a low humming sound that radiated through the air, faintly buzzing away as if electricity zipped through it. The assembly hall was just this; a room for their crew to gather, equipped with carved out stone benches and tables to fulfill their duty. The walls were supported by long metal plates that seemed to be welded together at one point, carrying the weight of refined rock that now was their ceiling.
Downfall was always one who admired others, especially those with an air of authority around them, and at this very moment, Finale represented this feature just right. It was a familiar feeling that now settled within the big fliers spark, the noise surrounding them barely registered anymore as he focused on following her, intent to watch where they would settle.