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.
Petrichor nodded, relieved Prowl didn’t seem to mind her question and taking in everything he said. So far the base seemed rather small by Cybertronian standards, but apparently there were other levels and more to see, so she wouldn’t say that it wasn’t large either. Planned expansion was a good sign; it meant that they were not totally without resources and that the number of bots present was increasing. While greater numbers meant a bigger strain on energon supply, it was always nice to know that there were people you could count on when it came to squaring off against Decepticons.
Briefly, Petra wondered if Prowl would continue to accompany her through the base, showing her the locations he spoke of, but figured he was a busy mech and was probably just being polite. While she would gladly – albeit nervously too – follow him around if he so chose to continue on their impromptu tour, she didn’t want to keep him if he had more pressing matters to attend to.
“Sir, if you have other duties, I’m happy to explore and acquaint myself with the space on my own.” She paused. Wait…what if he took that the wrong way and thought I just don’t like his company? Scrambling, she added, “not, that I’m not appreciative! I just, um…I understand if you have more important responsibilities to take care of.”
She kept her eyes carefully downcast and to the side, clearing her vocals. She didn't want him to feel like he was inclined to show her around either, even if it turned out he didn't have anything else to do.
But at the same time, she had not been cleared by Red Alert. And while Prowl had not been present for the incident when the Decepticon’s had snuck an infiltrator disguised as Wheeljack into Omega One, such an incident was still in the back of his mind, even if Petrichor had been cleared by Kamal. No system was ever perfect...
His eyes narrowed behind his visor as he considered his options. While the likelihood that she was a plant by Soundwave was miniscule at best, even Bulkhead had been fooled by what he thought had been Wheeljack. No, he’d keep an eye on her for now. At least until Red Alert could run his checks. And given the unlikelihood that Red Alert ever left that office except for energon it was extremely likely that he would still be there.
“That will not be necessary. It would be more prudent that you see Red Alert. I’ll escort you to his office.”
He motioned for her to follow him and began walking down one of the hallways. This time however, his datapad stayed tucked under his arm and his head was up and alert.
Right. Red Alert…background checks first and foremost, and then health check-up. Petrichor understood the necessity of such things and certainly would be the last to complain, but that didn’t change the fact that she wasn’t the biggest fan of being interrogated or poked and prodded. There was really no way around either task. If she had to choose between the two though, she’d take the medical exam over the security check any day. Something about the way the bots asked questions and didn’t give anything away always made her nervous; like she’d unknowingly say the wrong thing. She hoped Quillion was right and that Red Alert was “pleasant,” as he had put it.
Petrichor quickened her pace to keep up with Prowl’s brisk stride and slightly longer legs.
“If you don’t mind my asking, sir: but…what’s it like? Living here on Earth I mean.”
She knew it was a question that fell more on the personal end of the spectrum, but she couldn’t not ask somebody, and Prowl was right there. They’d already broken the ice anyway…kind of…not really.
She was curious, alright? About Earth. And him. It was practically written in her code to learn and ask questions. She knew next to nothing and would very much like to know more, especially if she was going to be spending a good deal of time on this planet – which it looked like she was. She had no other plans at the moment. Getting here had been her only solid goal, and now that she was here, she didn’t really know what to do or expect. Having someone with prior experience like Prowl give her advice – or any kind of wisdom – would be invaluable.
Prowl did not pause as he was walking down the hall, but did give it some thought, twisting and turning it over in his processor before he spoke. He had only been on the planet for a few days now, not as long as some of the other bots. Someone else might have been a better option to address this question to, but given that he was here.
“The native species are, for the most part, unaware of our presence. We live among them, hiding in plain sight. Should you wish to go out of the base you will need to acquire an Earth based vehicle mode. It would also be beneficial for you to design a holoform to appear inside the driver’s seat of your vehicle mode, as humans do not have self driving vehicles.”
Prowl would have to see who would be available to take Petrichor out and around so that she could find it. It would have to be someone trustworthy. That ruled out Carbine, Thundercloud, and Wheeljack.
By looking at Petrichor’s frame, Prowl guessed she would go for something more in what was called the “Sport Utility Vehicle”, instead of one of the many “Sports Cars” that some opted for. Something to be figured out when the time came. He'd probably recommend someone like Bumblebee or Jazz take this one. Either of those two were quite responsible, and both had a pretty good working knowledge of human automobiles. Bumblebee had been here the longest, having arrived with the Ark.
“I’ll be sure to look into my options. Although I’ll admit, I have no idea how I’m going to design a holoform or choose an alt form…artistic choices and personal presentation were never my forte. I’ve always been more of a ‘practicality over aesthetics’ kinda femme.” Petrichor rubbed the back of her neck and shrugged as she continued to try and match Prowl’s stride.
Speaking of alt forms and aesthetics…
Glancing over, Petra took in Prowl’s frame and colors again: sturdy and with a crisp, two-toned black and white finish. He cut an impressive and even a little bit of an intimidating figure; granted a lot of that was just how he carried himself, but still…he looked good. Immediately, her optics flicked away to the wall – it was suddenly very interesting.
“How did you decide?”
Maybe he could show her the best places to look for a vehicle to scan? Or at least recommend her to someone who could? She was excited to explore the planet – what with this being her first time anywhere other than Cybertron – and driving was the best way to explore.
This isn’t a fun little adventure expedition, you dolt. There’s still a war going on.
That thought sobered her right up. It was so refreshing to be on solid ground again and to see more friendly faces that Petra had almost forgotten about all the bad still to be concerned over. Almost.
Prowl bit back the urge to pinch the corners of his optics like he had seen Prime do on a few occasions, instead choosing to look back at her as he answered the question. To his surprise, Petrichor seemed to be quite interested in the nearby wall for some reason.
His optic ridge arched behind his visor before he decided to answer her questions. The part about his alternate mode was easy enough to answer.
“After my arrival I was escorted to a viable spot for viewing Earth vehicles. I had been recommended the alternate form of a human enforcement vehicle, and I saw one that worked for my frame size.”
The answer for his holoform was also quite easy enough to answer.
“As for my holomatter avatar, I was shown a picture of a human enforcer and copied it. I am told others created theirs from scratch with assistance from some of the humans that are here.”
He turned and continued to walk down the hallway towards Red Alert’s office.
‘Recommended?’ So he had had some assistance in picking an alt form then. Hopefully she would as well. And potentially from some of the native species? That little tid-bit caught her off-guard. Prowl had said that most humans weren’t aware of their presence, but she didn’t think that they’d be living together with the ones that did know of their existence.
“There are humans that reside here in the base?”
Petrichor wanted to ask more, but settled with just the one for now. She was already asking a lot and didn’t want to pester Prowl. It was hard to get a read on whether he was annoyed or relaxed or angry… His face remained as impassive and stoic as ever, with half of it behind that reflective visor. She only had his tone of voice to go off of and that wasn’t much help either, since it too, sounded much the same.
With a jolt she realized that he had started walking again and she was still standing in the middle of the hall like a fool. Petra hurried to catch up, feeling very much like a sparkling chasing after their creator. At this point it felt like they had been walking down the same hallway for ages. Where the heck was Red Alert’s office?! Her nerves over being interrogated were still simmering underneath her present curiosity and Petra would rather just have it done and over with so she could move on to getting herself acquainted with everyone and everything. Would Prowl sit in on the questioning? Usually it was just the one bot, but it wasn’t unheard of for there to be two individuals present. She wasn’t sure if Prowl being present would be better or worse.
Her servos began to twitch together again in anxiety, and she pulled out a small piece of tetrinite she always had tucked away to keep them busy. It's rough, grey surface had been gradually smoothed over with time and continuous fiddling on her part. Petrichor had randomly picked it up on one of her first geological field surveys so long ago, marveling at how such an unassuming piece of metal had the potential to save someone’s life. It was incredibly tough and durable, often used in armor plating additions. It was just a small reminder of how simple things had once been and provided her with a meager semblance of familiarity amidst all the newness. She was going to have a heck of a journal entry to write later.
Last Edit: Jan 12, 2021 22:30:04 GMT -5 by Petrichor
“There are some humans that work here, as well as a few younger ones who are under Autobot protection. They tend to spend time here socializing when they are not in school.”
Prowl’s lips twisted into a sort of a scowl for a brief moment before he regained his composure. While he understood the basic principle of the human/Autobot guardianship program, he personally felt it would have been better if the human’s had handled it themselves instead of taking three of some of the most highly trained soldiers they had on base. Especially since when this had happened, there had only been those three plus Prime and Ratchet here on Earth. But Prime’s orders had to be obeyed, as much as Prowl disagreed with them.
He turned slightly as he saw Petrichor hurry to catch up, seeing her pulling out what appeared to be a small mineral sample. As he was not a geology bot, he could not identify it but judging from her reactions to holding it, it seemed to serve some sort of comforting device. Prowl turned back towards where he was headed and stopped in front of a door.
“This is Red Alert’s office. He should be inside, any further questions you can address to him.”
With that, Prowl turned around and regarded her for another second before continuing back down the hallway to return what he had been doing previously. This one would be interesting to watch, as he would have to make sure that she wasn’t corrupted by some of the influences he had found to be at work here on Omega Base. Yes, this one could become a good soldier.