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 Windshield on Nov 26, 2019 16:52:40 GMT -5
During the following three months, Windshield continues to back Optimus Prime. Some Autobots—namely Carbine—don't make it easy, but he tries to keep himself useful and behaved. Windshield even finds support among new friends such as Patch the Autobot Medic. Much of his time is spent on scouting duty, be it for enemy activity or Energon. He becomes a regular on Autobot meetings at Omega Outpost where he serves as a consultant regarding all things Decepticon.
Last Edit: Nov 26, 2019 16:53:09 GMT -5 by Windshield
During the three month gap, he travels back and forth from Earth, Blackridge and the Nemesis.
While he does not agree with their current plans and approach of their new Leader and is more than unsatisfied, Blackframe will continue to try and push the project of 'resurrecting the Nemesis' forward nonetheless. However, with the current events ongoing and the destruction of 'Haven', thus leading to the 'Truce' being annihilated, the black and white mech decides to isolate himself from Blackridge and his peers to seek out a small 'Hobbit-Hole' on his own. Social interactions being kept to a minimum due to this, and their Base only be seek out when absolutely necessary, this leading to him looking a bit worn down and beaten-up.
Blackframe will be harder to approach during that time, but mostly it will be him to initiate contact when needed.
During the three month gap, Downfall will still be Downfall and appreciate any contact and interaction with his fellow teammates.
Downfall will continue to be a loyal Decepticon. His undying respect to their leader, commanders and comrades is steadily growing. Thus, the big flier is currently helping anyone who could use an extra pair of servo, or muscle. With the ongoing expanding of their Base every helping hand is welcome to assist in fortifying their position within this war. While Downfall has yet to be claimed by anyone who requires a loyal lapdog at their side, the green jet gladly follows every command and order given to him. And who knows, maybe he even has made some friends during that time.
Looking forward to whatever their future will bring, Downfall will be always ready to jump at the next opportunity to back-up his team.
During the three months, Ratchet has been very busy (surprise!). Usual routine maintenance of the base, including repairing the damage to the monitor done by Bumblebee to get it at least half as good as it was before. The CMO also managed to get Bumblebee back on his feet, but it still bothers Ratchet that an actual cure wasn't found, some way to vaccinate others against it. During his spare time (HA!) Ratchet will devote himself to trying to locate just such a vaccine. Between that, and training Patch in anything she may need to catch up on, or anything she may not have had time to learn while out in the trenches, Ratchet is as busy as ever.
He has become, however, more irritable than usual when it comes to the actual medibay itself, and his personal quarters. The door is always open - for the most part, save for those few odd moments here and there when it's not, and no one seems to know just what's going on during those random shut-downs of the medibay for a few minutes at a time. If asked, "Routine Maintenance" is all anyone will get out of him.
Without a thought I will see everything, eternal. Forget that once we were just dust, from Heavens far. As we were Forged we shall return. Perhaps. Someday. I will remember us, and wonder who we were.
Post by Raf Esquivel on Dec 1, 2019 16:43:06 GMT -5
Three months is a long time for a kid, especially when so much is going on in their lives!
Raf has, for the most part, stuck to his usual "Seen and not heard, and not usually seen, either" way of life. When Bumblebee was out for the count, Raf would content himself to just keeping out of the way on the couch, trying to listen in, and not be a nuisance.
Once Bumblebee had returned, however, Raf perked up, and was almost back to his usual, chipper self. He did seem a little different, though. Sometimes quieter than normal, Raf seemed to throw himself into his schoolwork a little harder than normal, even for him. He was clearly going through something. Puberty? Worry? Only time will tell.
Code just makes more SENSE than people. Either it works, or it doesn't.
Forced now to bunk down with other Decepticons, the black femme decided to utterly refuse to share her living space. It wasn't that she didn't like other 'Cons, it was that they generally found her way of life a pain in the aft. Meditation for hours, stretching, limbering, going through the sword steps one by one to find her inner peace and tranquility generally got on the nerves of anyone she had to live with. Finale had no intention of attacking any room mate this time around, so she took it upon herself to find new sleeping quarters.
With a "borrowed" portable recharge unit, and a nearly empty, almost abandoned storeroom housing only old tech taken from Earth, she managed to create a small living space for herself, tucked away behind a row of debris. There she could meditate to her heart's content, and plan.
She had been given an assignment by Soundwave, and during the three months, Finale took every chance she was given to be around the new "Lord" Starscream, giving vocal approval to his ideas and plans without coming off as fawning.
During the attack at Haven, she had suffered damage to her leg by falling debris, and some damage to her arm and shoulder by the strong grip of their Prime when he grabbed her. The shoulder and arm was easily fixed, the dents knocked out, scratches and dings repainted.
Her leg was another matter.
When she had become a scout, Javelin's frame had been altered for scout work in terrestrial environments. She excelled at crawling through small places, undergrowth and forested areas. Her legs had had dampening agents installed which reduced the amount of noise she created when walking, or even running, on hard surfaces.
The dampeners in her left leg had been crushed. Surgery had been done, and while everything seemed back to normal, her leg felt odd. It didn't feel as strong as it had, weaker. "Gimpy", as the human slang went. A few repeated repairs didn't seem to remove the kinks, and she was told it might be something she would just have to work out.
Or live with.
Now affecting a slight limp she desperately tried to hide, Javelin's temper occasionally rose to the surface if anyone made any comment about her limp, her leg, or any implication she wasn't up to her original form. She now took to leaving the base on her own to train, creating a secret obstacle course that to the untrained eye would just look like a random pile of crap out in the desert, to try and get her groove back.
Her distrust and hatred of Decepticons was regrowing teeth.
Dreadwing remained...conflicted with current events, he did not witness the extent of his explosives nor the causalities they caused. He continues to work on his ‘investigation’ trying to avoid any other Decepticon eye that has not yet already been personally informed of his plan. Despite his disagreement in leadership he will serve as the Commander decrees but his loyalty will not sway for their is only one true leader of the Decepticons and that is not Starscream...
Much like Ratchet, Odessa too has been very busy. After spending month's with the Bots he has done much to further his own pursuit of knowledge to catch-up with the Aliens. Through studying the little bits of their technology he could get away with no one knowing - Odessa has perhaps advanced humanity's knowledge of mathematics by close to one-hundred years on his own blood, sweat, and tears, lots and lots of tears, Not that he has released his paperwork however. He has become greatly accustomed to Cybertronian tech by swiping things that would be unnoticed and gutting them to see what they hold. Implementing their techniques into his own inventions, Speaking of which. Odessa has completed many inventions and is damn near close to perfecting a miniaturized plasma weapon that the Bots were first attracted to. More importantly he has seen to the effort of upgrading the base himself.
Adding small innovations for overall convenience or fixing broken things needed but deemed not worthy enough of resource usage. This includes fixing broken shutters. Adding more screens to terminals to help display information. Adding additional computer terminals to deal with overcrowding, most notable fixing the Bases internal communication relays, making it easier for the Bot by including a magnetic activation switch so they don't have to press any buttons to small for them fingies, just stand next to them to activate.
But unlike Raf, Odessa has done the opposite making sure he's seen, and always heard. Always the first to react and drop whatever hes doing to assist the autobots. Hes quick to try and strike up conversation or offer any help. And flirt with any femme in sight. Hes made quite the name for himself, along with the seldom explosions.
So feel free if you automatically wanna say you've meet and acquainted with Odi!