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.
Starscream took what was said and thought for a while. “Yes a report would work well. I will see how it goes and might change the way feed and when but for now seems you know what you are doing.” Starscream looked very pleased with the way things were going with the human and how it would live so long, or long for them Starscream thought. The whole species in truth was a very short lived creature.
“Oh yes pick her up food. And make a report what was in it. That will work just fine.”
Hearing the human speak again Starscream looked over to where she was. “If you want that food you should hope he is not busy. I am not and cannot get it. I jet in town does not blend in.”
Steve was already pinging one of his off-shift brothers about picking up food for the human and immediately got half a dozen counter pings from interested off-shifters querying about the human, whether it was a pet, a science experiment, a prisoner, one of the Autobots’ allies, and most importantly whether or not they could feed it Happy Meals. There was quite a lot of them asking if they were allowed to fetch it Happy Meals since, according to the humans, it was happiness in a box. The packaging even smiled.
“Err, we have volunteers. They suggest Happy Meals. I’ll take care of it right away, Commander.” He paused, looking at the miserable human for a moment, then back to Starscream. “Is there anything else you require?”
Last Edit: Mar 16, 2012 13:13:08 GMT -5 by Deleted
Volunteers? Soledad frowned through her fingers. Who, the voices in his head? Oh - duh, Sole. He's a robot. He's probably got a radio in his head or something.
...So there are more of these guys.
She was learning more and more. Maybe she would be the one getting the education - certainly more of one than Starscream was interested in. Ignoring the aforementioned asshole completely, Soledad swallowed past a dry throught and smiled at the other again. "Whoever ends up picking it up - tell them thank you for me, huh?"
Post by starscream on Mar 15, 2012 23:38:14 GMT -5
Thinking about the human and what she would need Starscream turned back to her “how long will the happy meal last you? I would guess you need more than one?” At this he turned back to the Vehicon “How often can these rounds be made? It might be best to get a few and hold them.” Starscream tried to think of other items the human would want and need as he looked around his lab and then picked up a data pad to check his notes. Nothing there. So he came up with nothing and started a new thought as the meals and humans idea already an old one.
There was one more piece of information Starscream wanted from the Vehicon. Looking back to him, “What is your designation?” Starscream needed to know which one to check in with about meals and whatever else. But then maybe all Vehicons knew the story now and would also know all the facts?
“Steve, Commander Starscream.” He pinged him his ident. “I can acquire as many as we need. We should be able to make runs every few days if we’re sanctioned for the extra groundbridge usage.”
Then, after he said it, the Eradicon kind of wondered if the officer had been paying attention long enough to notice that the Eradicons had stopped using their assembly codes and one by one adopted designations of their own choosing. The other officers had noticed of course, but Starscream tended to… only pay attention to what concerned or interested him. So while that made him a decent enough leader, since running the ship concerned him, that made him prone to missing obvious social details in the atmosphere of the group. Steven silently opened the comm to one of his off-shift jet Vehicons.
Jefferson yelped in surprise, drawing the attention of at least three of the other Eradicons sitting nearby. Chris, to his left, didn't bother looking in his direction but was shaking his head slightly. Jeff sighed, placing a clawed servo over his chest plates.
He'd heard about the human, yes, not a nano ago, but as he was off duty, his comm was filtered to block unnecessary chatter. He hadn't heard from a superior since his shift ended, and he'd been lost in thought mulling over whether to play Amnesia or something less frightening. So Steve's voice suddenly ruining his immersion had startled him. It certainly didn't pay looking so weak in front of so many, but he couldn't help it sometimes.
He shuddered, shaking himself of the pins and needles that frequently came with fright, and calmed the slag down. By the time he answered Steve, he was back to being his usual even tempered self.
::Yes, I did, sir. What do you need me to do?::
He resisted asking about Happy Meals. He could randomly pick about ten of the most common names in use by the human population and it was guaranteed that exactly that many of his brethren already inquired on the subject.
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"Umm." Soledad wrinkled her nose. "It's a nice thought, but you can't really stockpile fast food." The thought of eating cold, leftover McDonalds turned her stomach. "Just - one, okay? Whenever you can? And I can live on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the meantime, or something. Maybe some Easy Mac or something if you can hook me up with a microwave in here." She waved a hand at her enclosure. "It's not exactly the healthiest stuff, but I can live on it for a while."
If her captivity dragged on, she'd have to teach the robots about the Healthy Food Pyramid. Maybe get them interested in cooking. She pictured the faceless mech with a giant chef's hat on and smothered a giggle.
"So... Steve, huh?" she asked lightly. "I'm Soledad. Nice to meet you."
On hearing the Vehicons name Starscream was only half surprised, he had overheard the Vehicons talking as well as heard rumor and what Shockwave had said. It seemed the rumors and all had been true. The Vehicons had taken names. Starscream was all the happier had had agreed to talk to Shockwave.
“Very well Steve….” What a strange name for a Decepticon. It was a shame the Nemesis had not been over some planet with better names to use. “I will be sure to give you and the others clearance to go to Earth for the ‘Happy meal’ or whatever ever food she wants.”
Hearing the human again Starscream looked back at from …Steve. (That was going to take some getting used to the name. A human name for a Decepticon.) “Very welcome. I will look into this microwave and Steve can you get whatever peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and Easy Mac are to her?” So much to get done but so little time.
“I want you to live for more than a little longer. I have to learn, and already you are a help.” Starscream did not want to lose such a good specimen so soon. “Soledad…that is your designation?” Starscream thought that one over, such different names here.
“Yes, commander,” said Steve. He glanced at the human, who seemed to be having a hysterical fit as it was trying to strike up conversation with him. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to talk to it so he just pretended not to ear and opened a comm back to Jaff.
::Starscream is going to talk to Shockwave about getting protection for some of the drones, the ones that are approaching sentience. I’m helping him with a pet project, literally, so we can get to the semi-top of his priority list. You know how he is. If you don’t dance and sing in front of him, he’ll forget all about use and let Megatron scrap us all. So can you keep an eye on the human? I fear it’s going to expire if left to Starscream’s sole care. I have to go make a burger run.::
Jeff was one of the few flyer Radcons that he trusted to keep his helm screwed on straight, even presented with a human to poke. Jeff’s non-response to his ping about the human was basically the reason he picked the other Vehicon for the lookout position. Jeff would have enough sense not to get excited and use the human as a hacky-sack or something.
::Also, I cannot believe I said that. Report to Starscream’s lab when you can.::
Jeff waited for his reply and a moment later got one.
He was somewhat startled. Alright, maybe he filtered his incoming comms a lot more than he ought to. He didn't know the specific safety of the self-realizing drones was in danger, exactly, at least in regard to the Nemesis. Autobots were far more likely to wipe them out than the Decepticons were. Then again, things had shifted slightly, and while he hadn't attracted the wrath of Megatron (or the others, technically) himself, he'd heard horror stories. If a mech assaulted a plain ol' drone, he supposed that was alright (He wouldn't ever do it. They looked too much like himself...), but assaulting one of his..."brothers"? As much as some Decepticons didn't want, or like, to think so, that was attacking another bot. It was strange. Having been around Decepticon principles for so long, Jeff supposed he shouldn't give a second thought except that a Con related death could happen to him in these deep, dark halls, but he'd also grown biased towards his own kind. This wasn't healthy, for a bot in his lowly position, but everyone had their quirks that shouldn't exist, right?
So, in that case, good. Those drones needed protection, even though it made him smart that said protection was coming from Shockwave. In his opinion, as unwelcome as it was some would say, those drones had every right to grow and develop, to become self aware, discover their identities, and take a name at the very least. eons upon eons of service under the Cons and their moody mentalities earned them that right. Pit, a drone shouldn't even be able to approach sentience, so if they could, it wasn't the drone's fault - it was the engineer's, and they should take responsibility. If these drones had the capability to become sentient, then it was wrong to snuff that out.
Blegh. The sentiment sounded so Autobot. But he could remember what it was like to exist as a nobody. He'd been nothing but an expendable piece of equipment at one time. Still was, but at least he could monitor the space bridge or sommat and be capable of griping about it. These bots must be capable of griping and discovering the wonders of television!!
For a brief moment, some small part of Jeff's mind reminded the rest that voicing such opinions could be considered contributed dissent and he could be accused of treason. Punishment? Death. He sighed. Wonderful.
He shook his helm, snapping back into reality and processing Steve's words.
He felt a flicker of humor at the mech's final statement, but didn't laugh. That would be comrade-y.
::Affirmative on that one, sir. I can keep an eye on it, make sure it doesn't perish. I'm on my way there now.::
Indeed, he was already up and walking. In regards to the drones, he continued.
::I'll do whatever I can to help, sir.::
Last Edit: Mar 17, 2012 17:50:30 GMT -5 by jefferson
It... hurt to be ignored. Soledad blinked at Steve, then turned away, fiercely biting her lip. And, since Starscream was making himself such a convenient target, she vented her hurt on him.
"Oh, now you're interested in my name," she growled. "Thanks a lot. Jerk." She huddled back in her dead tree, back to Starscream, stewing in a truly epic sulk.
With a nod to let Steve, that would take a lot of time to get used to, know Starscream had heard. Starscream noted the human seemed to curl up. Starscream let his vents cycle. This one was dying already? Troublesome.
Starscream went over to get a data pad. Ready to take notes on this one’s death, Soledad it seemed.
As usual Starscream was also focused on the other plots about in his processor to work on. Why think on one idea when he could think on many.
Steve disconnected his comm with a parting affirmative.:: Thanks, Jeff. I’ll be back soon.:: The Vehicon pinged his departure to Starscream, who was now totally absorbed in something else and no longer paying attention to him. This is why things did not bode well for the human – the notoriously short attention span of Starscream could be treacherous for those relying on him. As the Eradicon tech departed for the groundbridge to fetch Happy Meals, all he could think was that the somehow this stupid human and its Happy Meals all had to do with keeping Megatron from killing his brothers. Keep Scream happy, keep his attention, keep his protection.
“This is so fraggin’ weird…” Then he was gone down to the sub-levels to fetch that Happy Meal.
((OOC: Steve exiting scene. :3 Sole, Star, and Jeff free to do shtuff until Stevey gets back with Pokemon toys and fires.))
Jeff sent a quick affirmative, and nodded at Steve as he passed. Jeff had just gotten to the lab when Steve left, and entered almost as soon as the other had exited.
He paused in the doorway, taking stock of the situation.
Alright. In general, it wasn't a good idea to be in the same room as Starscream, or any other Commanding Officer, alone. However, Starscream seemed preoccupied, and that was always good. The human was curled up in distress in a tiny, poorly decorated cage. He was supposed to help, but in a way that didn't make Starscream feel like Jeff was threatening his competency as rightful leader and skilled Mr. Science Man and all that. Such was generally difficult, but hopefully the mech was in a good mood.
I can do this, he decided. ...I think.
He stared a little longer at the human, studying it carefully. It was female, pronoun 'she' and obviously none too pleased with her situation. She was also...very small.
"Humans are so tiny in person," he stated out loud before he could stop himself. His visor brightened in alarm as he looked over at Starscream. Was he supposed to speak? He didn't know. "Ah, Jefferson reporting, sir. I'm here to assist in caring for the human until Steve returns with her food. Er, the food you requested, sir."
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((OOC: Kk! :3 ))
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Last Edit: Mar 20, 2012 20:59:44 GMT -5 by jefferson
Soledad jumped a little when the newcomer spoke, gripping a rough limb to keep herself steady. Don't let them see you sweat, she thought, and lifted her head to study the newcomer as she'd studied the other.
Aside from some body details, it was hard to tell the two apart. Same face - or lack thereof - and same colors. And then it spoke, and Soledad found herself muffling a giggle. Jefferson? Seriously?
"Jeff for short," she muttered, and giggled again. God, this was all so absurd.