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.
Omega Outpost was a constant work in progress. More and more allies appeared each day it seemed, and so their base of operation had to grow with it.
Except saying it just “grows” turned out to be a bit of an oversimplification. The silo they were built out of was (relatively) old, and expansion wasn’t as clever cut as just making the building wider or taller.
They mostly expanded into the underground, trying to expand both storage areas as well as living areas.
Optimus had entrusted both her and a mech named Thundercloud with the construction due to their larger size. However, Skystone’s only experience with building things are the materials required. Even then, she wouldn’t always ask about the things she was transporting.
So that left her in her usual storage compartment/unofficial office, pouring over blueprints, trying to figure out where to put the next set of living areas, and if it was even a worthwhile endeavor with the resources they had.
She had some schematics up, but so far had only accounted for rooms that would suit the smaller Cybtertronians on base. She hadn’t quite figured out how to safely excavate through the untapped walls and Earth surrounding them, taking into account both building supplies and Energon for those who would be building.
She supposed she could ask around, and she probably would later, but right now she was in her “zone”, and determined to power through this issue best she could before she reached out.
It was always rough, starting over at a new command. Doubly so this time. It had been a while since she'd been at an outpost where she wasn't the senior officer, where she wasn't ultimately responsible for those beneath her, and she still wasn't sure how exactly she fit into the garrison's command structure. If there even was a command structure. Things at Omega weren't organised the way she was used to.
Sure, she'd usually get to a place where she could be pretty informal with her troops once she'd been with them a while, but that was because they'd been hammered into a unit, one that knew how to get serious when it counted. This place didn't feel like that. Without any formally assigned troops, she wasn't overseeing their training, or dealing with the usual internecine squad squabbles; she felt oddly lost with all the free time on her hands.
Nevertheless. It was still basic command 101 to get to know the troops, and if some of them ended up assigned under her later on, she'd have saved herself a bit of time.
To that end, she was roaming the low level halls of the garrison, her heavy steps thrumming subtly through the ground. Somewhere down here, a femme called Skystone had an impromptu office/lair/hiding spot, which seemed like as good a place as any to get to know her and her duties. Avalanche tried another door, then sighed at the sight of stacked equipment crates from floor to ceiling. If Skystone was in there, she was better at stealth than she'd been given credit for.
Ka-thunk. Ka-thunk. Ka-thunk. A few more steps down the corridor, another pressure plate, another door-
And finally, the mecha she'd been looking for. She was tall, though not quite as tall as Avalanche herself, with an impressively sweeping set of wide white wings and unusual yellow-green optics. Raising a blunt fingered hand in greeting, Avalanche stepped inside, the door sliding shut behind her.
"Hey. You must be Skystone. I'm Commander Avalanche. Got some time? I'd like to get a feel for your duties and capabilities, if you're free to."
The mecha headed her way was large, surely rivalling her own size, by the sound of the pedes hitting the ground. Skytone paused a little unsurely in her task, trying to work out whether the steps were headed her way or not.
As she stood up slightly to get a better view, she saw a very tall femme walk in.
She was mostly dark, with silver peppered through her armor design- she very nearly blended in with the wall behind her.
Skystone caught her wave and nodded, her optics locked with the other femme’s orange ones.
She introduced herself as Avalanche. Interesting name.
Skystone listened quietly to the rest, a little bemused (but not displeased) by Avalanche’s interest.
She straightened a bit, her wings draped behind her.
“It’s good to meet you, Commander. I can certainly make time, if you’d like to talk...honestly, it’d be good to step back from this,” she gestured to the blueprints underneath her. “I’m tryin’ to map out the next set of living quarters...but I’m no construction bot. It isn’t exactly going well.” She winced a bit at that last part, a tiny amount of frustration entering her field. She hated feeling like she couldn’t perform a task set out in front of her.
Avalanche had a... complicated relationship with her origin in construction. On the one hand, she wasn't ashamed of it, and she'd shown no reservations about adapting those skills to excavate bunkers and hammer together fortifications. On the other hand, she was grimly accustomed to Autobots that had once populated the higher tiers of society looking down on her for the caste she'd originated from, casually questioning her devotion to the cause given that so many of those she'd been sparked with had taken up the Decepticon banner.
Constructicon. A single word so easily used to dismiss her and all she'd done.
But this wasn't that. This was an opportunity to be useful, to contribute to her new garrison.
Stepping forward, Avalanche frowned, taking an upside-down look over the blueprints spread out in front of Skystone. "Hrmm. So you need more space. Not surprised, after the rallying call. Bunks, storage, exercise spaces... but these are all small. Structural integrity issues?"
Straightening up, Avalanche shrugged a shoulder, the thick pauldron rising and falling. "I was built for construction, back before. I'm no architect; wouldn't know where to start designing some of the fancy stuff I laboured on. But If you want to draw up plans for some holes in the ground that won't fall in on you, basic doorframes, air circulation, I can help you out with that."
Holding out her forearm with her palm upwards, she exposed a wide channel fully occupied by a heavy cylindrical weight, mounted atop a piston. The piston retracted, pulling the weight up her forearm towards her elbow, then, as she clenched her fist, the piston slammed out to its full extension, hammering the weight into the baseplate at the end of her arm with a resounding clang. "Pile driver. Don't know what equipment you've got here for excavation, but I'm built to dig out rock with my bare hands. I know the way it feels when it's getting unstable, and I don't mind getting my hands dirty."
Lowering her arm, Avalanche gave Skystone an assessing look. If the garrison had a flier working on plans for expansion, a flier with no experience in the work at that, they had to be pretty short of personnel with relevant skills. Breaking into a grin, the massive femme turned and rested her back against the wall, crossing her arms across her chest.
"So what did you do to end up with a job like this?" she asked, good-natured humour in her field.