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.
Jumping from out behind his cover, Acid Storm rolled in mid air before coming down hard on the other side of the room. There were mini bombs everywhere, though he didn't care about the destruction, for some reason lab-raiders never understood that everything could be rebuilt. Aiming he transformed his arm into the blaster and shot a few more acid laden shots at the fleeing Autobot.
When the mech was gone from his spot the Seeker could see a rather large bomb sitting where the bot used to be. Acid Storm made a low annoyed growl before racing for it, crouching down over it as he gave the bomb a few scans. He was forced to ignore the smaller blasts that sounded off around his lab, the ringing of broken glass and charred metal flying through the air. Some of these ripped into Acid Storm's back, but he ignored them, focusing on the bomb which looked powerful enough to take out his lab and the surrounding rooms, that was far too much destruction for Acid Storm to just shrug off.
Reaching into his weapon he pulled out an acid charge and broke it over the bomb. The scientist could easily disable the bomb on his own, but this way was far quicker and safer. The acid flowed over his fingers and began to rip through the bomb's metal, eating away the wires, timer and firing mechanism in all one go, rendering it harmless.
Jazz didn't look back, except to verify that the seeker was more concerned about the ordnance than he was about shooting Jazz in the back. When the door slid open, Jazz abandoned the table and darted through into the (blissfully acid-free) corridor. He startled a group of Eradicons down the hall, but this wasn't the first time his dark frame and lack of obvious Autobot symbol in a dark Decepticon corridor had served him well. He hunched down as he ran in the opposite direction, smoking, shouting over his shoulder, "The Autobots hit the labs! There's acid everywhere! It's gonna blow!"
Jazz didn't see it, but he heard four pairs of pedes pausing, shifting...then running in the opposite direction.
Grinning, he dove for an inter-deck crawlspace. If he was lucky, he could run through the Deck 4 washracks on his way to the rendezvous....
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