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.
"Well, I suppose an instinct for that sort of thing is only to be expected; all things considered, we could have done worse than have him collecting xeno-erotica," Airazor said. "What worried me was how eager 'Professor Rattrap' was to share his 'discovery'."
She raised an optic ridge, looking up at Rhinox. "You do know that the reason Siege almost took his head off that time was because he had Sagewind cornered with a stack of diagrams, right? In the name of 'innerplanetary cultural understandin' an slag'."
Rhinox shook his head. "Of course I know. Who do you think donated his lap and berth space to the Anti-Nightmare Effort for the next six off-cycles?" He tilted his head innocently. "And why do you think I made it a point to be holed up in my workshop with Very Important Repair Work when Siege was on the warpath that time?"
“Only six? Rattrap must have been having an off day; he managed to keep Tigatron from recharging for a month one time.” Airazor had, in fact, assumed Sagewind had gone to the commander or Siege himself after that incident, but wasn’t terribly surprised Rhinox had been involved. Rattrap was, for good or ill, his best friend, and he seemed to feel a certain responsibility for dealing with the fallout from Rattrap’s mischief.
She couldn’t help teasing him just a bit, though, field sparking mischief. “I suppose the reason you never mentioned that is so Rattrap wouldn’t hear you’d had Sagewind in your berth, hmm?”
Rhinox rolled his optics, but his field radiated amusement. "It seemed the strategically sound thing to do, to keep that particular knowledge from him. Sagewind had suffered enough."
He smirked. "Fortunately, it was easy to keep that information from him. Rattrap was... distracted at the time." Having Siege trying to bite your head off for the better part of a week tended to do that.
"I think by the end of it he didn't remember what he was in trouble for." Airazor smirked. "Of course, Siege was enjoying the chase so much he might not have remembered what excuse he was using, either."
It was the sort of thing which had happened with some regularity on the Axalon, and the sort of thing she could not, under any circumstances, imagine happening here, under the command of the Prime himself. It was also the sort of thing a sparkling should probably not be exposed to.
That didn't stop her from missing those days. Just a bit.
"It's a shame Cheetor's not here. I'm sure he would have recorded the chase." She laughed. "Come to that, the commander probably did, too. He just wouldn't admit to it."
Rhinox gave her a smile, his glyphs for homesick and wistful mingling with hers. "He swore me to secrecy on the subject," he confided with a flurry of amusement that displaced the sadder glyphs. "I think he was planning on putting together a documentary or something about all of us. I'm sure it would have made him famous. Or maybe infamous, depending on what he edited in or out."
He tapped the edge of his datapad thoughtfully, smiling. "I suppose a documentary on this place would be interesting too. Although definitely not rated 'unsafe for sparklings'."
"A documentary or a comedy. With our crew it could have gone either way." Airazor considered the idea of a documentary of this place, this ragtag bunch of refugees somehow in the service of the Prime. "Maybe we should let Rattrap leave some of his bugs in the toy. Imagine the kinds of candid footage we'd get, of everyone playing with the sparkling."
Despite himself, Rhinox found himself picturing it. For all of half a second, but he did picture the docu-comedy of life on Team Prime, presented Earth-reality-show style. Possibly with Prime himself as narrator, consensus being that his voice was the most pleasing to the audial, though it would be a struggle for him to describe what his troops got up to on a regular basis with a straight face. Which, now that he thought about it, was not a point against the idea.
"With any other cohort," he demurred with some reluctance, "I'd consider it, but this cohort has Jazz. If anyone could find Rattrap's bugs reliably, it'd be him." He gave Airazor a crooked grin. "As interesting as it would be, I'd hate to have to explain to Jazz or Ironhide why their sparkling's toy has been recording them."
"Oh, I don't know; I don't think Jazz has figured out yet that the official security feeds aren't the only surveillance on base. Though that may be because you keep getting to Rattrap's cameras before anyone else notices them."
Airazor leaned past Rhinox, making a minor notation on his diagram. "Image controls," she said, "so that when the sparkling is old enough to do more than look at the pretty holos, ou can select and zoom in on specific locations."
Rhinox smiled to himself. "It keeps life interesting. And it gives him something to do. I have no doubt he puts up three for every one I find. He seems to enjoy the challenge." Actually, he 'seemed' to complain to no end about it, but a complaining Rattrap was a happy Rattrap, and a Rattrap with nothing to complain about was a sad and sorry Rattrap indeed.
He nodded at Airazor's suggestion, already making changes to incorporate it into its design. "Perhaps label the major features, to help hir integrate the language packs with environmental stimuli. I'm sure ou's cohort will only approve if it's an educational toy," he smiled.
"Lucky for us he's found a new thing to complain about," Airazor said. Rattrap had been fond of gloomily predicting they were "all gonna die"; not a sentiment particularly well taken after the Axalon disaster. Though, she thought, bracing herself for the inevitable, given a new group he was very likely going to take that up again.
"That's a good idea," she said in reference to Rhinox's suggestion. She had a strong suspicion, given her own experience with sparklings and good intentions, that 'educational toy' was rapidly going to take lower priority than 'bitlet likes it', but there was absolutely no reason for them not to plan this toy to cover both requirements. It wasn't as if they needed to mass produce it or turn a profit, after all; they could shamelessly pack in every feature the sparkling and hir cohort might desire.
And if they missed a few, well, she very much doubted the Prime would prevent them from a second try in their off hours...
At least you couldn't fault their intentions, no matter what the finished product wound up looking like. It would certainly be the most over-designed sparkling toy ever seen.
Watch the bitlet like the box it came in more.
"Right then," Rhinox said firmly, noting the addition. "That shouldn't take too long to program, at least." He tapped his stylus against his chin thoughtfully. "...I guess I should slow down on acquiring new plants for my garden," he mused aloud. "To give myself time to work on this." He gave Airazor a slightly sheepish smile. "I have more free time than I'm used to these days, but it's not unlimited."
"I'll start designing the housing and control systems," Airazor said, "and see what Rattrap has in his subspace that we can use. If we can't find a suitable," and her glyphs may have implied capable of powering a small shuttle, "power supply, we may have to scale back a bit."
((OOC: Moogs, are we about mad scienced out? You can wrap on the next post unless you have Brilliant! Ideas! XD))
Rhinox chortled, answering Airazor's glyph with a ping of the Axalon's power core blueprint, an innocent query attached - too much? "I'll rummage through my stores too. I can get started on the memory core today if nothing else comes up."
And thus, the Axalon Sparkling Toy Design Committee commenced with its evil, rather unadvised plans.