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.
Most of the vehicons kept their distance, when encountering her. Just like many others ship's crew nowdays, wise choise for many of them. Arma had really gained, for someone it would be unwanted reputation, because of the destruction she had caused during her distraction. The amount of corpses was almost equal for the fallens left behind by autobot raid, not to mention she had herself blown away bunch of drones. She didn't care, really, she never had been in crew's favor, and had gotten used to avoiding, just now it was more like they feared her, with reason, too. Arma had really nothing to do at that point, but to wait for the next clash with autobots, which quite surely would be quite soon, now that Lord Megatron was in charge again. Most of the crew would follow him more willingly than they would follow Screamer, it wasn't just her, luckily. Massive femme had sood in front of the window, leaning at the desk before it for some time now, letting her optics gaze the planet below them, just waiting.
Slipstream wandered the halls of the Nemesis wrapped in data files that she had stored on her tablet. As she neared a window, she bumped into a hulking figure and stumbled back a bit. "Sorry, I guess I was too wrapped up in-- Arma...! You made it back up here!" The femme Seeker's optics shined brightly as she noticed her companion during the riot a few cycles prior. "You don't know how glad I am that Lord Megatron has returned to us...! I just wish I knew who else was in on this and we could all meet up."
Arma barely flinched, as lighter one bumped against her plating. She turned her head, her whole body following, as she turned to face the other one, surprisinly finding apologizing Slipstream. Quick scan revealed that she had survived her "encounter" with Aquila without too great damages. Damages Arma had suffered herself, had been on the level, she had been able to deal by herself, during the time Cade had retrieved Lord Megatron. Knock out had nothing to do with her after returning to nemesis. Slipstream was obviously glad about Lord Megatron's returning to power, good thing, she shared her view about things. She spoke how she wished she knew who else were in on the operation, leading to Lord Megatron's returning. Arma turned her gaze a bit away from femme, she pretty much knew other participants, but really didn't care herself spending more time with them, than necessary, she was that kind. "Well, the ones i know, are Fairwinds, Ratbat, Soundwave and Barricade. Could be others too, but that's as far as i know. Really don't know much, my part was to cause the havoc, and then join Cade and Fairwinds on earth." She told what she knew. Small part of her regretted that she had left Slipstream alone against Aquila. Slipstream seemed like someone she could recognize as her comrade, not just sacrifice. That was something she, however, would not say aloud, to anyone.
The slim, shorter femme smiled as she listened. "As long as our lord still has supporters even in 'death', I can be happy being aboard the Nemesis." Slipstream turned her gaze towards Earth with a very curious look. "What exactly IS on that rock, Arma?" she asked taking not of how the ground-frame Vehicons appeared. "Our forces look..... Primitive. Are we trying to preserve that planet's environment?"
Arma turned her face a bit back to Slipstream, as she stated, that as long as Lord Megatron still had his supporters, even in his "death", she could be happy boarding nemesis. Arma was different, though. The only thing that had prevented her for deserting, during that long period of time Starscream was ruling nemesis, was the idea that Lord Megatron had not abandoned his followers. For Arma, without Megatron, decepticon ideology was as good as nothing. She paid attention again, when Slipstream asked, looking at earth, what was on that rock. Arma didn't answer right away. After femme's another question, larger one turned back to earth. "Preserve is bit... misleading term. It's filled with little vermins, known as humans. They're small, but there's over 6, if not 7 billion of them on that rock." Arma caught her holoprojector from her subspace, placing it on desk before them. "This planet has immense natural resources, even though humans are using them all the time. They're not after all, helpless little creatures." Arma activated the holoprojector, showing pictures of human weaponry, fighter jets, tanks, battleships, even nuclear missiles. "They are, well armed to say, prepared to fight each others. But, what if somewhere would appear worldwide threat, forcing these armies to unite?" Arma gazed Slipstream, knowing that she wasn't stupid one, and would realize what she meant by this threat. "All these armies and weapons united, with autobots in worst scenario... we would be underdog in that match. Even if weaponry is primitive like their, when there's enough of them..." Arma shutted the projector, having huge nuclear explosion as it's final picture. "There are other reasons too, but that's the one i think is wise to imply." She subspaced the projector. "On the other hand, humans are perfect workers for our master, after we qonquer the planet. We'll disguise ourselves, to hide our precence from humans, until it's right time." Arma finished, her cold tone remaining unchanged until the end.
"These insects aren't so helpless, hmmm~" Slipstream seemed amused by the tiny fleshlings. "So, I suppose I will be needing to disguise myself should I be going on that planet?" she asked, taking a look at Starscream's data file, viewing his vehicle mode. "He will do nicely~" the femme mused, optics shining a dark violet as the picture spun.
"I do wish to be better than that piece of scrap, but I do not wish his position upon myself." Slipstream began speaking of her rivalry with the Decepticon's Sky Commander on Earth. "I feel there are better mechs who are capable of carrying out Lord Megatron's will."