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.
Three... two... one, and... safe. Steeljaw slipped around the split join of the vent duct at an improbable strut bending angle, pedes clamping on, and hefted himself into the vertical crawlspace. Shimmying, he clamped shoulder and back plates to the metal wall of the small space, securing himself, and relaxed. There wasn't a camera or any of the security traps angled up into the space - it went nowhere and did nothing, but it served quite nicely as a space to literally hang about in.
::Of course it was me,:: he sent back to Blaster cheerfully. ::Ninja cat strikes from above! Amazing what you can do with human petroleum based gels. Don't worry, I'll clean it all up later.::
Blaster would have preferred that Steejaws hadn't even put the gel there in the first place. He managed to make his way out in to the common room where he could see Bee and the kids playing another video game. Having lost visual cues as to Steeljaws's location in the air vents, he barely made his way over to where Bee was.
"Oi, Bee? Have you seen Steeljaws anywhere?" asked Blaster.
‘Nope,’ chirped Bee, at precisely the same moment Raf said, “Bee’s been here with me.”
Bee nodded and pointed at Raf as if to affirm ‘Yeah what he said.’ and promptly went back to the prolific watching of TV. Now Bumblebee had, of course, been a better lying little slag-when he had a real voice to inflect with. You know, really throw an innocent little tonal wobble or twenty into the mix. Since his non-voluntary downgrade to the limited default dialect of his species, he made due with what he had, but the binary-based tones and chirps of Cybertronian Basic did not lend itself well to the nuances of lying. Unless you kept it short. So he did and sat there and watched cartoons while wishing Steeljaw well.
Last Edit: Apr 19, 2012 20:40:12 GMT -5 by bumblebee
Bumblebee’s audios, if it had been possible, would have perked little bit at that. As it was, his doorwings gave the slightest of interested upticks and the scout turned around in his seat, a kind of ‘oh reeeeeeeally’ smile in the EM field off his frame. Well, he certainly liked Steeljaw well enough but there was no reason not to play both fields frankly, and if Blaster wanted to bribe him that was certainly his business.
‘Worth my while, huh?' He grinned, blue optics flickering mischief. 'How so?’
Perhaps this was the first grin of the day that Blaster could offer and he couldn't offer many at this point in time.
"Well, I used to program a LOT of video games back in the day...." said Blaster leadingly, "How about any of those plus anything you want programmed now? That is IF you know something."
‘Oh, I know something,’ said Bumblebee, kicking back and looking supremely unconcerned about anything. ‘I’m the team scout. I always know something, but it’ll take more than videogames to get me to tell you.’
A little shrug from the yellow sports car. Steeljaw was, after all, an excellent (if obscure) Cybertronian videogame developer back on the Cybertron and Bumblebee had been a collector of his titles during the war – the precious few copies of said game being passed around the ranks with the same kind of care one gave a relic of great historical import. His gestalt had been big fans of Jaws’ work (even if many of them had never known the coder/designer by desgination) and passed that fondness to Bumblebee so Blaster would have to pander to some other need of the little scout bot.
‘What else have you got?’
Rafael didn’t look away from the TV screen. “Bee, you are an extortionist.” His tone suggested he approved.
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Blaster tried thinking of what else Bee could possibly want. Honestly, he wasn't much in the mood for this. However, he REALLY wanted to find Jaws for all the grief that the Cybertronian feline has caused.
"Alright. All the video games I've ever programmed including the unreleased stuff and I've got a nice collection of holo-comics. Those are at an all time premium these days," said Blaster.
He leaned towards Bee and lowered his voice.
"I can also throw in some erotic-holos in there if you want," said Blaster.
Rafael hadn’t heard anything. Or if he had, he was pretending like hell that he hadn’t heard a goddamn thing. Bumblebee twitched a doorwing at Blaster in what could have been perceived as an irritated reflex at talking about dirty holos ten feet away from a twelve-year-old. He wanted those video holos and any games Blaster might have. Those he wanted. Muchly. The porn he could have done without but turning it down would probably spark an awkward look and if there was anything Bee didn’t need it was Blaster giving him awkward fragging looking. He pretended to consider it.
‘Swag first. Then information. Steeljaw’s already giving me video games and I *know* I like his stuff. I don’t know what you do.’ He grinned. ‘Let’s see the merchandise.’
“Remind me to never have you as an accomplice for anything,” said Rafael.
Of course, that meant giving up quite a few things. But anything to get some dirt on Steeljaws, it would have been worth it. He transfered the merch to Bee.
"Alright. There. Now how about some information about a certain feline?" said Blaster.
The cameras in the rec room were on the casualty list of Steeljaw's machinations, but it was far easier to filter out glare and blurriness when one's processor wasn't suffering from excessive overcharge. The image was a bit blurred but Steeljaw could still make out Bumblebee and Blaster and assumed that the smaller figure next to Bee was Raf - soundbytes confirmed it, as there was nothing at all wrong with the audio pickup.
Steeljaw started chewing a sharper edge on one claw when Blaster brought up games; Bee was trustworthy, to a point, but like most younglings that 'point' probably revolved heavily around his primary interests. He might be playing Blaster for extortion. He might also simply give up the goods on Steeljaw - it would serve to deflect how much trouble Bee might be in otherwise and Steeljaw couldn't really fault him for that.
Not that Blaster had any ready means to get to Steeljaw even if he knew the precise location - which Bee didn't, but there were a limited number of guesses in the areas that the symbiont had blocked off for Bumblebee. Slag. Scrap. This was going to compromise a number of his best hiding places.
The little remote controlled car was still merrily winding its way around the ventilation ducts. Steeljaw weighed his options, ran some calculations - [Should have kept our comic collection,] Uplink mourned - and while he was physically safe exactly where he was... hmm.
A quick location ping piggybacked via the mainframe decided him. He dropped out of the shaft as silently as he had gone into it, pedes placed near whisper silent even with magclamps, each clamp engaged and let go with the utmost care when he was in visual null spots, and then dashes, as quickly as he could, across camera fields.
It took longer than he liked to get to Point B, and of all things to make him pause when almost there was a trap - not one of HIS, or Jazz's, but a concealed trap specifically designed to block entrance to the vent he was aiming for. Steeljaw stared at it for a moment, huffed, then carefully disabled it, trying to leave the majority of the bits intact. Past the trap, he shouldered into the vent grating, tendrils quickly unfastening it from the wall so that he could stick his head through. "Shadowrunner? Are you there?"
Last Edit: Apr 23, 2012 13:00:43 GMT -5 by Deleted
Shadow disconnected from the internet at a faint sound coming from behind the vent in her room, a sound that was, unfortunately, not followed by the snap of energy discharge and prolonged cursing. She was losing her touch, or Rattrap was getting better, and neither option made her happy. By the time the vent cover started moving, she was almost ready to take Rattrap's head off...but it wasn't the tarnished looking helm of their resident plague of vermin that poked out.
"Primus, you can't just comm like a normal mechanism?" she demanded, watching Steeljaw maneuver out of the opening and put the grating back into place, her relief that her unexpected visitor was someone she actually liked mitigating her dislike of having an unexpected visitor crawling into her quarters. "What, exactly, are you doing? More importantly, what did you do to my trap, and did you see Rattrap anywhere around?"
"Rattrap?" Steeljaw asked, distracted. The vent cover went back into place and he vented a small cycle in relief - personal quarters were not, as a general rule, under video surveillance. "No, I haven't seen him - ah, was THAT what the trap was for?" He barely waited for her answer, dropping down to the ground.
"I'll rebuild it for you," he promised. "I just disabled it, it won't take more than a klik to put it back to rights. In the meantime, though - do you mind if I take up residence under your berth? Just for a bit." He grinned, drop jawed and perked audials, and let her feel the unabated glee and satisfaction of the prank in his EM. "Just until Blaster stops calling for my energon, if you wouldn't mind."
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Meanwhile in the rec-room, Bumblebee was rifling happily through his new data log of movies.
‘I last saw him in the lower levels and he told me he would appreciate attention being NOT these areas here.’ said Bumblebee, flippantly pinging Blaster with the map Steeljaw had given him nearly twenty minutes ago at this point. There was absolutely no telling where the little cassette was now, not that that concerned Bumblebee, who was examining his compensation for his info in more detail. Most of these games he’d already owned at one point or another but the holo-vids had a few titles he hadn’t seen before. Sweet. He opened the third data package with the… other contrabands and a frown cross his EMF as he opened the stuff on optical HUD.
‘I don’t even know what the hell I’m looking at, said the puzzled scout, turning the holopics upsides down. He squinted… then jerked back, optics irising wide. Raf glanced sideways at his flustered guardian, smirked and looked back to his cartoons. Bee decided he’d just ask Rattrap about that… ‘Better get moving, Blaster. Jaws is gonna be hiding somewhere out there…’
Last Edit: Apr 23, 2012 14:25:02 GMT -5 by bumblebee