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.
Episode 3.0 | Week 1 | Day 4 | Dusk Quicky moving to out and about Nevada
[[Congratulations! You have completed the quest “Planet Dirt”. Nice going adventurer! Your reward is the “Terran” skin for your alt-mode. To collect your reward, scan a terran vehicle that matches your personal specifications.]]
Rain almost skipped to the Ground bridge control room. She was doing her damnedest to act serene and calm but everything from her field to her footsteps radiated excitement. The autobot flier was a couple of minutes early for the meeting with the two other mechs. The plan was a quick and simple run to scan earth vehicles to update hers and anothers alt-modes so they would be disguised on Earth. Simple in theory but surprises awaited any unprepared.
She had arrived on the planet just over two days ago and everything was still new, and she was loving it. Everything, the flora and fauna - which she naturally loved - the terrain and cities and oceans was beyond her experiences. It was all so alien and a literal breath of fresh air. Her meditation had completely failed her as she was still trying to find her balance and harmony. After so much war, her passion for life was surging and she was likely making an aft of herself in the process.
Rain invented deeply and exvented slowly a few times trying to force a modicum of decorum from her circuits. Inside she knew she was really just going to have to burn off the excess energy rampant in her thoughts.
The Old Tesaran had spent his time at the Outpost either in his Quarters, the Rec Room in his favorite Recliner, or in figuring out what he'd be able to do in a place like that. There hadn't been anyone he could have taught or at least as far as he'd known, and a large number of the Cybertronians present hadn't really needed his tutelage by either having passed through the Academies at some earlier time or had learned hard lessons through the rigors of near constant duty against the Decepticons and against an Earth-bound Menace known as M.E.C.H. or they simply hadn't had time to hear his stories. There hadn't been that much for him to do or at least he hadn't found anything that needed to tending to since Ratchet tended to keep the Sickbay in tip top shape, Optimus kept the Outpost in functioning Order and Red Alert kept the Security Systems up to his own standards. The Outpost had been larger than most that he'd found himself assigned to, and with an Outpost this size he'd learned there had always been something that required attention. He'd set off from his Quarters in search of something to do, even if it had been something as minor as feeds on a monitor.
His thoughts had been focused on who might have been around at that certain breem, what they would require and if he'd be able to climb into his favorite recliner by the end of it. There had been something else on his processor, something he'd tried to recall but had perhaps been tapped into a bad sector of his available RAM. He'd meant to do a lot of things, but had left most of it unfinished due to the War or having to fight to keep his helm intact. His pedes carried him into the Main Control Room of the Outpost while his thoughts had been focused more on attempting to recall that errant memory.
Neon arrived a bit later than either Kup or Rain. He did not sleep much last night. (Mostly thanks to Thunder.) Then again, it was his choice to tag along with a convict, so it's not like he was completely innocent. He rushed in with eyes wider than the Grand Canyon and venting heavily. Neon clearly ran all the way from his room to here. Either way, it stood to paint a pretty bad picture of his timing when he found the confused old geezer and the chipper flier already waiting for him. This was not his usual self—The punctual, precise, and quiet intellectual. What an embarrassment.
"I, sorry. I didn't sleep much yesterday and then I had this really cool idea about the base's GroundBridge, and I think I can modulate a few components to adjust for Energon consumption while simultaneously extending the transwarp field's range by 0.0009%. Oh...right. I'm Neon by the way," Neon stopped himself from going on an excited rant about the poetry of GroundBridge engineering.
"Of course, you already knew that...I think," he shrugged and approached the other two Cybertronians, eyes facing the ground, thumbs twiddling. The cherry on top was an absolutely embarrassed chuckle with his Energon lines under his cheeks letting off a faint, blue blush for a good few seconds.
Rain approached the older mech, pressed her simple hands together, palm to palm and politely nodded. "Hi, I'm Rain, and you are Kup? Do I have that correct sir?" Her tone was pleasant and friendly, though with energy underlying her field. She had been at the base two days but had made an effort to catch names and faces. Rain judged Kup as being old, like, really old, and to her that meant he carried vast experience, skill and knowledge, traits to be valued. Keep on the good side of a mech like him and she might just learn a thing or two.
The elder barely had time to respond when they were joined by a third. "Good day Neon!" He got the same show of respect at Kup, a polite nod of deferment. Rain inwardly chuckled to herself at the stark contrast between the three. Despite this, Rain did not fail to notice Neon's little ramble about GroundBridge engineering. It was a little tidbit of information she tucked away for later. She briefly eyed up Neon and immediately took in the distinct line of a cybertronian alt-mode, much like hers, and separate from Kup's.
Rain turned back to Kup. "Could you kindly help us two wisps find suitable vehicle mode disguises?" The sooner she could fly in the open, the sooner she could burn off her energy and get back to being professional. She was still working on maintaining that good first impression.
"I wouldn't worry about a lack of recharge, Lad. My old Drill Instructor in the Academy used to say, it's not the lack of a recharge that'll kill you but the Bad Batch of Cheap Oil that'll do it," the Old Tesaran said.
"Or was it a Recipe for Trench-Made Anti-Freeze?" Kup asked, himself.
"It was one of those. How are you doing otherwise, Lad? An Honor to meet you, Neon," he said. It had been true sometimes his available RAM had missing sectors, or skipped at times.
"An idea for the Ground Bridge?"
"You're rather energetic, aren't you...Rain?" the Grizzled Veteran asked, with a bit of awe for the younger Femme.
"It's my Designation, or at least the last time I'd checked. If there was another one of me running around, I'd be a little perturbed," Kup softly laughed.
"You've found the one and only Kup, of Tesarus," he'd say. "An Honor, Rain,"
"I think we might need to discuss that with Optimus before we schedule a trip outside for that. I wouldn't even known where to find one. I scanned mine in an old Gold Mining Town," the Old Warrior explained.
He had to admit that the young Femme had certainly been enthusiastic, and would be an interesting addition to those gathered at the Outpost.
"What about you, Neon? Do you need to discuss it with Optimus too? I think the three of us could go try to find him,"
"Happy to meet you, Kup, Rain!" He exclaimed meekly, letting the two chat for a bit, listing their options and hatching a plan. After the old bot was done with is piece, Neon continued.
"Uhm, actually...I've done some research and the nearest highway isn't far. I could stalk by and just pick the first suitable thing that zooms by. I'm not picky, really! So long as it blends and isn't tacky. But as for Rain and Optimus—"
Neon twiddled his thumbs awkwardly, clearly anxious about the prospect of prodding Optimus about such a venture. Surely, the leader of the Autobots had better things to do than worry about two newcomers and an old war hound, right? He has often known other Autobots to be busy and they did not have half the worries on their shoulder like Prime.
"Maaaaaybe we don't have to bother him. I don't know. Sounds a bit, uhm, rude. I'm sure he is super-busy and doesn't have time for us newbies," he shrugged innocently.
"Oh, what about that grumpy human?! Uhh...Agent Fowler? I thiiiiink he was covered in my welcoming brochure, but it kinda got lost between the paragraphs upon paragraphs of safety protocols. (The local security chief must be a menace.) Anyways, can't that guy hook us up with an altmode for you, Rain?"
The young scientist was totally willing to hear Kup and Rain out. They seemed a bit more adjusted. Any social situation outside of his comfort zone was a bit difficult for Neon to deal with. And, well, his comfort zone started and ended with a cold, lonely laboratory. After all, he did not know much about Earth. Very little in fact. He was even less confident in his knowledge after yesterday since Thunder proved that a good 20% of what Neon thought he knew about Earth was wrong.