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.
Jazz wished he shared Blaster's optimism about their defenses, but didn't let that reach his smile. He liked Steeljaw and was glad to have him around. Of course, he'd probably lose his excellent Base Cat to the Neutrals at some point, but still, while he was here it was one less thing to think about. And THAT was worth a grin or two.
"Great!" Jazz sent the signatory glyph for contract accepted. "Let me know if there's anything you need. Likewise if you've got any suggestions to tighten up base security, either on my end or his." He pointed a thumb at Blaster. "And..." Jazz grinned, an idea occurring to him. "Once we're done makin' it as good as we'd like, maybe we could get you to do a run-through? See where our holes still are?"
Jazz put a little ping of honest excitement into it, because trying to catch Steeljaw? Oh, that would be FUN.
Steeljaw brightened, field waving amusement and anticipation even as he set his own signatory glyph to the deal. "That sounds like a challenge," he agreed, audials perked.
"I wouldn't expect," he added to Blaster, "there to be much of an infiltration problem - not counting the cohort of microtus longicaudus that I've evicted four separate times - or the Prime would surely have fired us all by now. But," he turned to Jazz, optics bright, "testing is always a good idea. Nothing is ever TOO safe." He smirked, the expression showing sharpened dente in a quadrupede facial structure. "What were you thinking? Yours truly doing a blind run with scrubbed files from outside?"
"Yeah. Dipper warned us about infestation potential. He's been small enough to fit in to some of the tighter spaces. Although, I think since you're much smaller than he is, you'd be able to fit in to the spaces he can't. But that's a given," said Blaster.
"Challenge? Would I do that to you, Steeljaw?" Jazz's gleeful field and blithely challenging glyph choice clearly communicated that he WOULD, indeed, do that. "I mean, I wouldn't want to take up too much of your time.... Especially since you're now officially official and everything...."
He tapped a claw on his thigh in thought. "Though...I suppose it would be a good idea.... And we do need someone small.... Naw, wouldn't want to bother you. I bet I can ask Rattrap to do it...."
Steeljaw huffed a vent of mock exasperation. "Yes, yes, pest control is part of my job description, I'm sure, or you'll have who knows what building nests in your back storerooms. No 'mouser' jokes, please."
He turned a narrowed optic on Jazz. "If you think, for one klik, that an engineer can thoroughly and accurate test any system I built... then possibly I need to go warn Rattrap that you're trying to KILL him, yes?"
Jazz grinned. "Aw, I bet that Rattrap's better and gettin' in and out of places that don't want him in and out than most engineers. But if you're worried about him, I suppose we could do it ourselves? Me mannin' security, you playing the big bad 'Con, tryin' to get in and steal our energon goodies?"
He cocked his head at Steeljaw. "You do look a bit like Ravage. Just...around the face. And the paws. Much better personality, though. MUCH."
"Much better paint job, thank you" Steeljaw corrected mock haughtily, twisting to swipe a polishing glossa streak high across one pristine shoulder plate. "Not that I've had the dubious pleasure of meeting the 'Con in question, but black is so very last vorn."
Settling back, he offered a more serious assessment, optics narrowing in thought. "For best results, we should probably try both. Rattrap is resourceful for an engineer, and he might think of things we've missed. Run one test with Rattrap, one blind run with myself. If neither of us can get in, then we're as safe as we can currently make it."
Jazz all but scrubbed his hands together in glee. "THAT sounds like utter fun--I mean, terribly rational and necessary security testing procedure, Steeljaw. Absolutely." He nodded crisply. "Once we're done installing the last bits and bolts, I will make sure to set up a...testing run." His glyph choice suggested deviousness and deviltry.
Then he cocked his helm at Blaster. "Too bad we can't do the same for your end of security, mech. I mean, I know that Soundwave does it all the time, but you never know when the 'Cons'll get someone new who'll bring a new trick to the game. I know we don't have much in the hacking department, but you think there's anyone on base who could give your security a run for its money? With all its fangs pulled, of course. Maybe the equivalent of loading all our internal firepower with paintballs?" He cocked two fingerguns at Steeljaw with a grin.
<<I imagine that there isn't anyone, but Jazz's next thought is to maybe have Blaster do what Steeljaw's going to do: help build the security, then block the details from his processor and make a run at it himself. >>
Blaster hummed a two tone thoughtful note, fingers tapping a rhythm against his plates. "Can't say I really see a way to work it, mate," he said. "There's no one on base, not for a real test." He shrugged. "Harder to de-fang the network, too. Even on the lowest setting it'd give somebody one Pit of a processor ache."
Steeljaw thought about it for a moment - really thought about it, about what he knew of Blaster's network defenses and the other mech's skill - and winced. "I think I'd like to not volunteer for that one," he noted wryly. "Thanks, but no thanks."
"And that makes you one smart kitty-cat," Blaster said with a grin. "If I can think of a way to work it, Jazz, I'll let you know. And you let me know when you're running that security test, mate, I want all cameras recording for that one!"
Steeljaw waited until Blaster had turned to go before he let his perfectly polite and alert posture sag. "You would think he wants a record of me being paintballed," he confided to Jazz, "and you are evil personified for suggesting that, I'll have you know." He vented. "Though it's a good test. I'm in for it if you are, though I imagine you'll have to bribe Rattrap." Grinning, he arched his ears, tail curling in an amused loop. "...have you considered cookies?"