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.
<<OOC: Fairwinds and Reflector to start with, then we'll tag Barricade in.>>
It was time. Zero hour. Well, 14:15. But still: time to go. Ratbat had begun his meeting with Starscream and was hopefully distracting him completely with remarks of how much more efficient he was as a Commander than Lord Megatron was; the awakened Eradicons were doing repair work well away from where Arma would be resurfacing some bulkheads; and Reflector was waiting at the pick-up vent to begin the high-speed flight to Barricade's cell.
Internally (because she knew what stealth was), Fairwinds was playing the Mission Impossible theme music on loop. It triggered a little excited gyration in the cassette before she hopped down from her girder, Ravage's loaned tools tucked into her subspace along with a few cubes of energon, two repair kits, a Lapras figurine (for luck) and a case containing the only gummies the Autobot's hadn't stolen.
Reflector was waiting for her one level down, having been tasked with last-minute monitoring to make sure that Starscream was holed up in the Command office and there was nothing suspicious on the comm.s. She landed inverted on the ceiling by the vent, sliding through when he removed the grate for her.
"Hey Ref'. We all set and ready?"
She had the comm. message for Arma set and ready to transmit if he gave the nod.
Last Edit: Aug 30, 2012 17:34:58 GMT -5 by Deleted
"Starscream is pissy. All is good in my sector. I also have access through a wireless port and ready to support if need be." The little minicon was in position, always keeping his single optic trained on the nearest vent just in case everything went south.
Fairwinds nodded with an approving click, transmitting the message to Arma in the same moment as she turned to present Reflector with her side. She peered out of the open vent and flicked a scan to ensure that the coast was clear before looking back to the other cassette.
"I was thinking - it's gonna take me a klik to go through the data console and get the details of Barricade's cuffs. I don't wanna just pop them off if they're rigged to shock him without an access code, and he might not know exactly what he's being held with." Fairwinds cocked her head. "Would you mind hacking his cell door open while I check it out? Speed things up?"
With a small nod the minicon extended his sensors out and hacked his way into the computer. The little bot expanded his reach as he pushed his way through a pathetic fire-wall and then broke the alarm program attached to the cell door. With a heavy click the door was unlocked, with this done the bot chimed in to the Bosslady "Doors open, time to collect our lost baggage."
Last Edit: Sept 2, 2012 22:22:30 GMT -5 by reflector
<< XD Not what I was expecting! I thought he'd be working on the mechanisms of the door whilst Fairwinds was on the console - bring some movement and activity to the scene. No worries though.>>
Fairwinds laughed, as amused as she was impressed. "Awesome job! 'fraid my wireless got left in Chernobyl. Literally. Like, bits of it all over the place. So I'll have to do my end the old fashioned way."
She hopped on her pedes, still positioned sideways to the spindly cassette. "Arma's started kicking aft. Wanna hop on so we can get to 'Cade? After we get him out of his cuffs, we can bridge down together."
Holding himself back the little minicon let the mission leader take over, after all she at least acted like she knew what she was doing. Maybe with luck if they were caught, Reflector could sell out her little conspiracy group and perhaps Starscream wouldn't put a hit out on the little spy. Or maybe it would just put him in more danger, the only thing he really knew of Starscream was from watching him these last few does and rumors he heard back on Cybertron, half of which couldn't be verified and the other half too outlandish to be true.
It was at that moment that Barricade’s not-exactly-pleasant voice came booming from directly beneath them. “Are you pair of mini-idiots going to hop on so we can get a going?” He glared at them, clearly having come through the archway directly beneath the vent from the cell doors down the halls. What happened to the guards at his cell was probably anyone's guess. “Or are you going to keep debating all the help I do not require getting out of the stasis cuffs I got out of almost five kliks ago?”
Windy, of course, made a scene of herself by immediately abandoning Reflector’s level up near the vent and plastering herself to his helm. This was so entirely unexpected that Barricade didn’t bother offering up a token struggle and allowed the dumb bird to cling happily (and by some stroke of common sense) quietly to the side of his head. The infiltrator shot Reflector a perfectly venomous look from where he stood, his still Autobot blue optics flickering brightly in the dark metal of his face. His relucatant mini-con partner had no face save that massive camera lens of his, but Barricade didn’t need a frown to know that little glitch was dreading everything going on around him.
“You coming?” he said, Fairwinds already stuffing herself into the space between the back of his neck and his collar guard. “Cleaver prolly wants to know you’re not dead.” Which was as close to Good job with the doors, as he was ever going to come.
((OOC: Ref response, then Cade's gonna do some running/sneaking about, may encounter Soundwave on their way toward dramatic escape. Windy can chime in whenever of course, providing her mun is not off doing lovely RL things and has time to swing in. ^_^ ))
Last Edit: Sept 9, 2012 20:30:27 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by reflector on Sept 11, 2012 16:35:14 GMT -5
Leaping down beside Windy, Reflector didn't rise to his partner's prodding, he didn't even bother to return with an insult. Instead he came apart into wires and slithered down into Barricade's chassis. Linking up and increasing as many systems as he could, knowing they would need every bit of help they could get and right now Reflector did not have the knowledge of the ship and it's personnel that Barricade did, his processor power would be better holding up the larger mech.
However this didn't stop the spiteful minicon from creating a minor backup in Barricade's reactor, giving him something akin to heart-burn, just as punishment for all the mech put the little minicon through. It would fade in a few moments so it wouldn't get in the way of the escape, but it made Reflector feel a bit better about being dragged along.
“Mope later, Reflector." Barricade said this at precisely the same moment the intercoms buzzed active.
Blue optics flickered upward at the noise and as if on cue the claxons for security alert and call for back up to the upper levels immediately went off. Oh Arma. You great big stupid lug with your great big blind-loyal crush on a megalomaniac – this is truly your day isn’t it? He could imagine her, hurling Eradicons around the halls, punching troopers in the faceplates, throwing them bolo-style around the corridors, spark singing with battle-glory all honorable and determined and shit… He was pretty sure he was gonna ditch her big dumb aft to get shot up or brigged as her actions warranted. She was on her fragging own.
He rolled his shoulder, slightly out of alignment from his stay in the brig.
“Let’s save the day, why don’t we?”
Barricade shot off down the right corridor, headed toward the maintenance tunnels that would take him down to the manual ground-bridge controls. Windy kept insisting through comm that Soundwave would get them a bridge, but Barricade had his thoughts about Soundwave and thought thoughts had a lot of variables. Those variables were doing funny things in his opinion on what Soundwave’s actions might or might not be because he didn’t know what went on behind that mech’s matte face-plate. The infiltrator knew, however, that the power had been cut to his cuffs in the cell; literally astro-kliks after Reflector’s work on the door left it unlocked.
Getting the gag off had been fun. By which he meant he’d purged so hard his whole body hurt. But taking it out on his drone guards had been therapeutic. Now – as he ghosted through the halls, ducking groups of troopers, and vanishing into sections of shadow in the still unlit portions of damaged corridor – Barricade wondered what Soundwave’s actual play would be.
Last Edit: Sept 18, 2012 20:38:06 GMT -5 by Deleted
"None of Steve's crew in the area," Fairwinds supplied quietly from between his collar and wheelarch, helm pressed (though no longer nuzzling) into the linkages and lines that comprised Barricade's neck. "But if you get to the 'bridge controls, there'll be no obstruction to making like a tree."
She tightened her hold as Barricade shifted again, sympathetically balancing her mass against his tense frame. "Soundwave might 'bridge us direct, though. Depends what Ravage sent him."
//Soundwave,// said Barricade, detaching from his latest section of shadow to make his way down the hall, //is more like me than I want to admit and that means if he really think’s Megatron has become incapacitated to the cause, then we are on our own.//
He was never… hostile, never openly defiant of command. Quirk of Soundwave in general. He was Megatron’s. Always would be in some way, but how that actually played out in Soundwave’s mind was a bit of mystery because the communications officer was also hardwired to his position here, among the troops, and would never put himself in a position to be brigged by whatever usurper was trying their hand.
He could have a plan of his own, one which didn’t include helping an infiltrator and his cassette herd get off the ship.
Speaking of which… Barricade back pedaled down the hall he’d just come down, crouching in the shadow of a support-beam, back to a locked door. A patrol was coming way. He didn’t want to back track, he didn’t have time, but if he just powered through them? The infiltrator weighed his options… then the door behind him unlocked itself and hissed open.
With a strength surprising for someone for someone so lean, Soundwave manhandled Barricade into the side room as the patrol rounded the corner. Once the door shut and locked behind them he released Barricade, easily deflecting the mech's suddenly swinging arms with the flat blades of his own. The specialist had been a gladiator once and though it'd been VORNS since the pits and even longer since he'd seen any sort of combat, the warrior sub routines he carried still activated with ease.
The lock keeping Barricade's weapons from priming also helped the situation considerably.
Soundwave's aim, however, was not a fight. Still dodging and blocking the shorter mech, Soundwave released a sharp subsonic burst of glyphs, --cease--quiet--enough--yield- , that startled the snarling mech just long enough for the specialist to release his data-cables and snare his Master's aligned in his coils.
Dragging the still struggling mech forward, Soundwave trilled an agitated series of clicks into the other mech's face.
---listen---
((OOC: Sorry! X__X I stayed up too late trying to write this, so this is gonna have to take several posts. ^^;; hope that's ok!!))
//SURE!// snarled Barricade, via short-wave radio. //SOON AS YOU LET GO OF ME YOU GLITCH-FRAGGED, PRIMUS-SLOTTING PIECE OF-!//
He didn’t get much beyond that because Soundwave apparently decided he was heartily sick of being hazarded by Barricade’s military grade claws and hauled the roadster into the air by his elbows, slamming him into the high part of wall where the ceiling met the bulwarks. The black plate that was Soundwave’s face immediately crackled, spiking agitated as the air loaded with glyphs for Silence, listen, immediately comply! and part of him was like Yes, I should do that. but a combination of his pride and that animal reflex in him that didn’t want any fraggers touching him godfrakking dammit were making it hard.
Windy was screeching something, jammed into the gap at the back of his neck and his high collar guard, Soundwave’s attack perhaps trapping the little cassette but he didn’t have any concern to spare for the minicon. He was too busy baring fangs at Soundwave, plates flared, bristling in bestial agitation at the restraint that still spiked his survival instincts so hard it hurt from his pedes to his cranial case.
Had he been less twitchy, he might have possessed the tolerance required to simply endure the communication officer’s atrocious approach at inter-Con cooperation but he wasn’t possessing just then with the other mech pinning him fast. It wasn’t until Soundwave was in his face, literally inches away that he managed to ratchet his self-control enough to hold still and listen.
//You jack into me I swear to the gods I’ll gut you for every frakking circuit you’ve got. What is your play, Soundwave?//
Last Edit: Sept 19, 2012 13:26:38 GMT -5 by Deleted
If Soundwave had been the type, he would have rolled his eyes. Instead, he utterly ignored Barricade's growled threat and dropped him heavily backwards with a sharp twist of his coils.
He didn't have the patience for this nonsense. Standard response to any on ship emergency, even minor ones, was a ship-wide clearance sweep of every room, compartment and chamber on the ship to confirm any accident was actually just that and not some clever cover for treachery. Minor disturbances seemed to have the tendency to evolve into major lapses in security-- as the situation with Barricade was certainly proving--a thing Soundwave had taken laborious pains to prevent. The specialist already knew there would be some difficult questions he'd have to answer in order to cover this certain betrayal--not that he considered it such--and he didn't need the cruiser making the situation any more difficult by wasting their already limited time .
--ENOUGH--
His primaries were already prying into Barricade's thoracic port cover, headless of the mech's snarling. Locking into place, Soundwave waved past the other mech's firewalls, half of them ones he'd put into place himself, the rest, well this wasn't his first rodeo as far as forcing his Master's aligned into a data transfer went. One he was able, he began the process of transmitting all the data he had on Megatron's where abouts and well being as fast as he could while simultaneously scraping together a small partition in the mech's mind for the memory back up he'd revived from Knock Out. He could feel the data conduits straining to take in the amount of data he was forcing though them at the speed he was, but their time was limited and the amount of information great. At some point the other mech had gone still except for a slight twitching in his limbs as he struggled to keep from being washed away in the tide of the transfer. Soundwave himself ignored the straining almost pain and focused solely on the information.
Last Edit: Sept 30, 2012 22:18:13 GMT -5 by Deleted
This was so typical of Soundwave, Barricade almost wasn’t surprised when he was slammed up against the bulwarks again, face into the wall this time, and felt the plating at the middle of his back split, medical-grade upload jacks snapping open into the corridor air. Razor-serrated claw gouged sparks from the wall as the comm-bot’s primary connector locked into his spinal strut.
//GODS FRAKKING SMELT YOU, SOUNDWAVE! AGH!//
Barricade’s whole body locked up instantly, optics fritzing, slamming shut as an oceanic amount of data hit his higher processes. The immediate physical pain from a live jack (hardwiring enough data to render most mechs unconscious) was not overly appreciated and like usual, Soundwave was an uncommunicative glitchwit. This was how they operated. Soundwave never told him anything, he just acted and Barricade reacted, piecing together what it was Soundwave wanted because that’s how out-of rank intel worked. This was standard operating procedure: Soundwave gave him the tools, the data, the objective, then ditched him to work out the details.
That didn’t mean Barricade had to like it when Soundwave accessed his neural net and started partitioning his onboard computers and dumping enough digital ice into his head to make every nerve directory in his body flare simultaneously. Soundwave knew what the infiltrator’s post-op condition was. He clearly didn’t care. Screaming might have been warranted. Barricade managed not to simply because they were on a schedule so he swallowed his curses while very hydraulic line in his frame shuddered.
//Reflector, don’t… try to stop him, just gimme more processing power.// Cade jerked, hissing as another system was hijacked and reports chimed what the data was: Neural net patch, medical grade. Clearly he was being a courier mech for someone. Megatron? Honestly, Reflector was prolly already working on streamlining the data dump. He fought down a purge reflex.