Misplaced Little Seeker

INACTIVE

[littlestoverlord]

Fuck           you,

 I’m  

                  not

                   s     h     o     r     t

[thraexicon]

Another Dull Day In Paradise

[thraexicon]

...Did he just shoot himself in the arm? What an idiot. Really? Was this what the Decepticons were made up of these days? Megatron must be in a bad way. "Are you sure you're a Decepticon?" She holstered her pistol and slowly rose to her feet. "Not some imbecile they just sent out here with some fool's errand so they wouldn't have to deal with him?"

She strode to the river bank and picked up his sniper rifle, resting the butt on the ground as she crouched down in front of him, slapping his hand that was attempting to slice through the cuffs. "Bad!" She looked him over and shook her head, "So, what do the Decepticons have you doing out here? Did they send you to get elbow grease? Headlight fluid?"

Scythia sighed, she almost felt sorry for the poor Seeker. You know if it wasn't for your little stunt with those EMP grenades I probably would've been able to come out of a roll and then shoot you with this thing."

[leap-before-you-look]

"Rrrgh- are, are you insulting me?!" Dart bellowed. He thrashed around and snarled when she slapped his weapon away.

The shame of this situation fueled his mounting anger. The Autobot was in his clutches, then he wound up getting himself captured, disarmed, and then he shot himself. If he died here and Bolo went through his drives, he was certain the flier would crush his entire helm via face-palm.

"I was following you, Autobot scum! I detected you more than a hundred miles away, it was easy! I-"

He already said too much. Any mech capable of that kind of range, without external assistance, was well-known to be a communications mech... more valuable than the common grunt.

Only one option remained. He took advantage of this lull in action by firing both of his thrusters! The seeker zoomed off in the grass, hit the opposite bank of the river with a loud thud, and cartwheeled to a stop among a copse of hardy trees. Branches, twigs, leaves, and an abandoned birds nest infested his optics, his antennae, mouth, and all of his vents. When he vented, detritus flew in all directions.

The cuffs squealed from the heat of his thrusters, and his arm and leg had blackened painfully. Oh Primus that hurts! He gritted his teeth as he stumbled to one pede and gritted his dentae. With all of his might, he yanked hard on the cuffs, and tried to saw at it with his khopesh.

The cuffs began to give...

[thraexicon]

[thraexicon]

So looks like her grazing shot got him. HAH! That’ll show the Decepticon to mess with her! She used her strength and height to advantage; her system was beginning to regulate and she could feel the pain fading. “I’ll just be taking…those.” She took the cuffs from the Decepticon. “You won’t be needing them anymore.

She slapped one cuff on his right wrist and then snapped his arm down, connecting the second cuff with the seeker’s left ankle. After pushing the now awkwardly positioned short round onto the ground next to her and sat up. She grabbed her sidearm and aimed it at Dart’s head.

"Okay, now that I’m not negotiating from a disadvantage, I want you to call off your backup. No need to drag any other trouble into this, hm?"

[leap-before-you-look]

"H-hey!" He protested, but his complaint was short-lived; she snapped the cuffs onto his wrist and ankle despite his flailing. When she pushed him, he tried to hop away, but wound up crashing face-first into the dirt, wings fluttering wildly. With effort, he popped out his arm-lasers, reached back toward the cuffs' weakest point, and...

...He shot himself in the arm. "WARRGH!!" He shrieked.

This would not do. He came so close to capturing an Autobot, and NOW SHE HAD CUFFED HIM WITH HIS OWN CUFFS?! He did not dare call for backup... the other mechs would never let him live it down! Instead, he clumsily scooted away from her, drew his shotel with his free servo, and reached for the cuff. Even when activated, it would take time to cut through the damned things.

The Decepticon was completely at her mercy.

[greetings-deactivated2015-01-23]

me trying to flirt with a nerd

[thraexicon]

Another Dull Day In Paradise

[thraexicon]

Oh crap, he had backup?! Just fragging great. Wait, what?! He was on top of her. the sudden assault caused the flyer to fire her pistol once into the air to the side of Dart. She struggled as she dropped her pistol, grappling with the Decepticon.

"I told you, I'm not letting you fraggers take me...prisoner!" She tried going for Dart's stasis cuffs, her intent to use them on him...and leave him hopelessly awkward while she can get away. "I know what you do to Autobots!" She continued her struggle. "I won't let you frag my life up!

Times like this she wished she was better at hand to hand...at least she had a height advantage on this seeker.

[leap-before-you-look]

Primus, this femme was strong! The moment this turned into a struggle, he knew he had made the wrong move. Too little, too late.

And then she shot him in the side, blowing off a panel and exposing a few delicate wires. With a yelp he tried to lurch away, and danced while holding his side. "Ow OW OW FRAGGING AAAAAAUGH!" He screamed. Despite their struggling, her height and strength gave her grappling advantage. He found himself snarling and kicking feebly at her shins. His wings arced in the excitement.

[thraexicon]

Another Dull Day In Paradise

[thraexicon]

The Decepticon spoke up…causing Scythia to slowly open her optics. She saw him reaching for her wrist with a pair of stasis cuffs. …No…she couldn’t go out like this! What could she do? Too close for her sniper rifle but…wait, of course.

Despite the pain, the Autobot flyer reached for her waist, looking straight at the Decepticon seeker as she drew her pistol from her right hip, aiming the barrel straight toward his face “Back the frag away.” She slowly started to push herself away from her own rifle and the river, she needed to give herself room to stand…and buy as much time as possible for the EMP to wear off and her body to straighten itself out.

"I’m not…letting you fraggers" she heaved, causing her to stop pushing with her legs momentarily, "take me prisoner."

[leap-before-you-look]

Dart began to reach for his own sidearm, but the femme was faster - remarkably so, despite her predicament. He froze with stasis cuffs in hand and complied with her demands... for now.

"You're in no shape to fight, Autobot. There's a lot more where that came from!" He bluffed. "You can either come along willingly, or a squadron of bigger mechs can drag you off by your finials!"

Before she could respond, he did the smartest most abrupt thing he could think of: he pounced at her!

[thraexicon]

Another Dull Day In Paradise

[thraexicon]

The silence of her respite was broken when she heard thrusters in the air. The flyer looked around in the air before she saw an F22 Raptor transforming. "Slag!" She stood, grabbing her sniper rifle off her back and racking the action. She shouldered the rifle, aiming at the incoming mech as grenades dropped. The femme's orange optics widened as she made a run for the river to jump across.

As the grenades impacted, they detonated, the EMP field doing the charm. She screamed and dropped her rifle at the bank of the river. Her body tensed, a reaction to the surge of electricity. She fell onto her back, not knocked out but not yet mobile. Aside from the extreme pain and the headache, she felt like expelling her energon.

Scythia lay helpless, immobile, but she couldn't let herself slip away. She just couldn't...she'd fight this Decepticon.

[leap-before-you-look]

He hit? He hit! The seeker was shocked at his accuracy and dropped straight down, pitched forward and transformed. With his nose pointed straight at the earth he rolled to celebrate his small victory. I can't believe it! Wait 'till Bolo sees this! He thought.

Dart spiraled down with a noisy roar and landed in robot mode between the prone Autobot and her rifle. Once he sensed no motion and was certain she was knocked out cold, he approached her with his stasis cuffs in hand. "Lucky you, Autobot! You made this easy on both of us!"

The seeker reached for her wrist...

[leap-before-you-look]

[leap-before-you-look]

"Fish men?" Dart asked curiously. "I have examined records on conspiracy sites that discussed people living within your seas, among other things. Are you suggesting these conspiracies of your people are true?"

Of course, water-dwelling sapient life was not a new encounter for Dart. During his travels, he had found no less than a dozen space-faring races whose means of life remained in aquatic environments of varying levels of pressure. That such a form of life remained a conspiracy amused him. Perhaps they would find such life here among the wreckage, or evidence thereof.

Perhaps they would find nothing of the sort.

Dart threw up a cloud of sand as he navigated his way down the slope of the mound. He trudged toward the largest hole in the vessel and illuminated its rusted interior with his fog-lights.

Toppled cargo containers were strewn across the gargantuan bay of the ship, some of which had broken open and spilled frayed canvas-like bags and piles of reddish dirt. He detected the properties of the dirt long before he tasted it in the water: “Rust. These bags contain rust… do your people normally ship such things?”

One of the hefty bags - iron ore, weighing in at a ton, as labelled on its side - remained intact. Another frayed bag hinted at the same.

"I think these containers held iron ore? At any rate, the rust content in the water is high enough for me to taste. I’m not going hang out in here too long."

[forceguardian]

"I meant it as a joke really. Though it WOULD be interesting if they did exists!" he would say eagerly as he smiled while looking through the glass, curling up and getting cozy within the cockpit, pulling blankets from his subspace to keep warm. When he noticed the rust coming from the bags he would frown slightly, shaking his head at the question. “Noooot that I’m aware of … my guess is these things were shipping something made of metal that just rusted after being submerged for so long. and yea, that’s fine.” he would state in response to Dart claiming they’d be leaving soon. “once we get to the surface I’ll make you something to eat, how does that sound?” he would ask smiling.

[leap-before-you-look]

Dart trudged across the ruined cargo bay, careful to avoid throwing up more clouds of rust. "Something to eat? Heh, I prefer liquid intake, though I've eaten energon crystals when I was far from civilization. I'll keep your offer in mind... I wonder what's over here?"

The seeker navigated through a large hole and into a collapse corridor that spanned three decks. The gutted remains of crew cabins and public spaces were exposed, and all furniture and trash had since been reduced to wet dust. He detected various metals and numerous plastics, fibers, and wood pulp. His fog lights illuminated the dark walkway and scattered a small school of fish and an octopus that was roosting in a broken shower.

"This is just incredible! It's amazing how similar life is all over the galaxy. You know, I've been to hundreds of worlds and everywhere I go, ocean fauna mimics what I've seen here." With some effort, he shoved open a fire door. At this rate, only two decks had collapsed, forcing him to stoop in order to proceed.

"I'm sensing a larger chamber nearby, and a metallic cavity within. It... feels like a box? It's intact, but I cannot detect what's inside. Should we go have a look?"

[sergeant-cookie]

Play with any dance music in background and enjoy.

Saw a clip of dancing people. Decided to make a gif of Fulcrum dancing.

And now I’m making a 3 and a half minute long flash of MTMTE robots dancing.

What the hell.

[thraexicon]

Another Dull Day in Paradise

A single propeller driven aircraft soared above a suburb in Oklahoma. The craft, a flat black, red tailed P47N looked like an old warbird painted to represent the 56th Fighter Group of old, save for the roundels. The aircraft was no simple Thunderbolt, it was an Autobot; the star of the US Army Air Force roundel replaced with the Autobot insignia.

Ugh, the bot inwardly thought to herself yet another boring day looking for Decepticons that aren’t there. With nothing to report over the Broken Arrow suburb, Scythia thought she might as well report in again.

"Base, this is Insecti-Razorback," she quickly corrected herself, still so used to calling herself by her old squad name, even now. It was taking some getting used to, "still no Decepticons." Her flight took her over an open field across a river from a forest reserve in the city, "I’m going to put down, stretch my legs. I’ve been in flight mode all day. Will resume patrol after thirty, over and out."

Scythia made a nosedive, stopping just above the ground to transform into her twenty foot robot mode; the first thing she did after she landed is stretch her back. “Oh sweet Primus did I need that break.” She stretched out her limbs before continuing another personal audio log.

"Still nothing, what’s with these guys? I honestly think things would be better if Thraex were in command around here." She had an audible tone of irritation as she spoke, "I feel like I’m following a bunch of paranoid maniacs. What’s next, are they going to ask me to start looking for Unicron? Hah!"

She stopped her log to look at the sky and relax for a while. She had the city itself to ‘patrol’ before she could call herself done. She took some comfort in that she could enjoy the views of Earth’s cities at least, small as they were compared to Cybertron. Might as well have some enjoyment to a pointless duty

[leap-before-you-look]

The communications mech had been tailing the Autobot for some time, lagging more than one hundred miles behind. He still felt her presence within his 150 mile range and seamlessly tracked her across the American Midwest, taking great care to deter human military pings with false flags. He did not encounter Autobots very often on Earth, and he hoped this one would lead him to a hidden base. His commanding officer, Bolo, would love that.

When she landed into a small human settlement, he banked a wide circle around her. Why did she land? He wondered. Was this some kind of ruse?

A brief message to base was in order.

[ Dart: Autobot sighted, tracked for three hours. Flight path included. Target has gone to ground, no bogies detected. Orders? ]

[ Command: A task force will be sent to eliminate target with extreme prejudice. ]

[ Dart: Think I can capture her alive? ]

[ Command: You have a go. Don't get caught. ]

This was his chance! The seeker approached with his jammer on - at least, for a short time - and transformed into robot mode high above the riverside field. His subconscious system corrected for altitude, wind direction and speed... he was sure his aim was on target. The seeker primed a pair of EMP grenades and dropped them.

[leap-before-you-look]

I am always wanting to write Rated R material threads but I’m never sure of who would be comfortable doing so. Can roleplayers please reblog this post if you are fully comfortable writing mature subjects in your threads? { Blood, Gore, Rape, Murder, Alcohol and drug use, Hack&Slash etc. } I’d like to find out by this post who IS comfortable with these types of roleplays rather than making someone uncomfortable just by asking. Thank you!

[leap-before-you-look]

Dart remembered everything he had seen in the human movie with the human named Ripley and that alien ship filled with hungry, parasitic young, he knew what happened to her crew mates who ventured too near those eggs and did not relish sharing that same fate! He pawed at the pouch’s vent, seeking some latch or release to bid his own escape when the walls themselves seemed to lurch and grab a hold of him. With blinding speed, he felt himself forced back up that slimy gullet and spat out upon the ground outside.

The seeker pushed himself up and dashed to the side, bewildered and frightened of this new turn of events. They were in a large chamber now - locked in, by the looks of that heavy grate top-side - and toothy Fallcore leered at him with all of the menace he had wielded back in the jungle ravine.

And there was… peeping? He felt out into the chamber for the two sparklings and beyond for their new coordinates. Just what was happening here?

He looked back to Fallcore with drooped wings and dirty chassis. The eggs that surrounded him, the eager (and probably terribly-hungry) young nearby meant he was not out of trouble yet. That he would be devoured at any moment remained quite possible.

That previous speech he had prepared in his head resurfaced, and now was a good a time as any to give it: “Umm… please don’t kill me?”

That was not how the speech went in his mind. Alas.

[notfalcor]

A low rumble of a laugh meets the words that come from the tiny mech’s vocalizer. The massive helm tilts as the gigantic form stretches out in a long curve around the nests, his optics flickering to the tiny little hatchlings attempting to climb the sides of the nest and failing, their little peeps loud in the silence following Dart’s plea.

"I’m not going to kill you. You have value far beyond that I could glean from your frame, or whatever nourishment your…" He turns back to snort at Dart, narrowing his optics, lip curling as much as the stiff thing can, "..I’m sure high quality plating, could give. No."

A huge muzzle darts out, trying to push the tiny Seeker, surprisingly gently, towards the nest with the two peeping babies in it. The little ones bitty muzzles are just visible above the lip, their sensors the best sense that had at the moment. Not that they aren’t trying, tiny blunt digits scrabble at the edge, and almost as one, the pair squeak in sadness as they skid back down into the blankets.

"I actually have a much greater purpose for you to fulfil." He purrs lowly, his voice rich with threat, and pure promise if Dart decides not to follow along with whatever the dragonformer has planned. 

"This could be the single most important thing you’ve ever done in the entirety of your tiny life." Fallcore shifts slightly, edging closer to the three nests. "You get to help raise the next generation of an otherwise extremely critically endangered species."

Fallcore grins, a toothy lifting of his lips, “You’re my new babysitter.”

[leap-before-you-look]

Dart stumbled as he was bumped to the edge of the nest. Stranger, and stranger still...

Once he steadied himself, he gaped at the younglings below. They squeaked, crawled over each other, clambered up the sides of the nest (and tumbled back down), scratched with their tiny claws, and they nipped and nibbled with tiny fangs. They were the cutest things Dart had seen in milennia. His optics drooped with adoration (though he was still confused and frightened). "I... I don't really understand what's going on, but are these your sparklings? They... they're so cu-BABYSITTER?!"

The seeker whirled on his new "employer" and flailed for balance. "B-BABYSITTER?! I- NO, NO no you misunderstand! I'm a, a scout! I just, er, run recon, and my fellow soldiers blow up anything shifty that I find!"

Dart had just given Falcor every reason not to release him from captivity. Good job, Dart.

"I, uh, I mean, not that, you know, I would EVER say anything if you were to so generously allow me to return to my duties, heh! Just, see, I, er, Autobobs-BOTS! AutoBOTS, yeah! They are the enemies who must face the wrath of Lord Megatron's might, and he really doesn't care about happy families such as your own can I go now please?"

[frostedspark]

Against Time ((Closed RP))

[leap-before-you-look]

His scans returned a definite malfunction not only with her T-Cog, but also her optics.

"Not… allowed? Not allowed to transform?" Cue a look of puzzlement. "There’s definitely something wrong with your T-Cog… we’ll have to get you a closer examination…"

He squinted at her optics, which she had not opened. Very peculiar.

"If you can’t transform, you probably can’t fly… which means we’ll be walking. From here to the nearest outpost, that’s a good thirty hours - you know what? I will just have us bridged out. I’m not making you walk that far when you’ve just woken up."

Dart commed his base.

[ Dart reporting. One impact event at my coordinates, an emergency transport carrying one neutral. ]

Communications buzzed back. “Received. Is your area secured? Is the neutral in your custody?”

[ Affirmative on both counts. Neutral sustained… ]

He looked at her frame again.

[ … minor injuries. Requesting a ground-bridge for analysis. ]

He hoped for the best. Please don’t make us walk for thirty hours. Minutes passed, and he pinged them. They messaged him back: [ Hold position. ]

They were deliberating. If his CO was in a generous mood, the femme had a new job on her servos. If he wasn’t…

The ground bridge opened suddenly in a scintillating whirl of blue light. The vortex’s roar shattered the post-impact tranquility of the savannah, and sent flocks of birds to the sky. Dart took her delicate servos into his own and lead her to the vortex.

"It’s okay. I’m taking you to get help, we have medics who can get a better look at you. Don’t let go."

[frostedspark]

"Okay." Her soft voice chimes out as he speaks, her whole manner just a little quiet and lost, still thrumming with nervousness. Right now, groping at air and missing every attempt to latch on, all she can do is listen to him, she really would just like to…Wait, what? Her attention flickers, and she blurts, "Bridged? What is a bridge?"

True curiosity is in her tone, she tilts her helm, birdlike, towards his voice as she listens…of course, then he is on the comm, and she falls silent as he speaks to his superior, simply waiting. Her field pulses soft confusion, and gentle worry, but an overall not unhappy disposition. If he would JUST LET HER GRAB HIM…she holds back a whine as she is inadvertently denied that comfort. She can’t quite pin his exact location…

The noise of the bridge opening startles a gasp from the slender femme, her delicate servos curling into balls at the disturbing noise, her arms pulling up to her chest. She can’t help staggering a step back from the cacophony, her overly cranked audials reeling from the assault, compounded by the feeling of his servos on her own, which she grabs as if she was desperately clutching to a lifeline, her vents coming in tiny pants. “O..okay. I won’t.”

A shiver ripples through her frame, the old fears rearing back up, her denta sinking into her lip, her only though repeating again and again, please don’t let go again.

[leap-before-you-look]

Dart guided the slender, chilly-framed femme through the ground bridge. Even after millions of years of use, the vortex of energies had always disoriented him. Once on the other side, his grip tightened.

Awaiting them was a semi-circle of guards, all blistering with guns - guns trained directly at the femme. With a flash, the bridge evaporated, leaving them all secured in a windowless bunker. The seeker came to a complete halt and blinked at the lot of them. "Uh, I - sh-she's, uh, unarmed, guys, heh..."

The semi-circle parted to allow a hulking flier to thunder up to the two of them. He was easily twice Dart's height. Eons of intense battle had scarred his thick plating and shot his face through with a harsh scowl. "Soldier!" He barked, "All prisoners are to be restrained. Report!"

Dart grew uneasy. She was no prisoner, and the last thing he wanted was her energon on his servos. "Sir! This femme displays no Autobot nor Decepticon insignia. She literally fell out of the sky... I think we can hel- er, recruit her for our cause!"

The flier glared at him from behind his lurid, red visor. "You are out of line, scout," he remarked with derision. "I am the commanding officer of this battalion, and as such I have the final say. Did you even interview her?"

"Yes sir," Dart replied.

"Oh? Well what's her designation and affiliation?"

"She... has no name, no serial. Does not identify with any groups."

The flier tilted cocked his scarred helm. "Oh really? And you know this how?"

"Er, I- no designation, serial, nor any other personal identifiers showed on scanning. And she's, well, not wearing any insignia, so I thought-"

"You thought?" The flier laughed. "You thought, because she's not wearing insignia? HA! HAHAHAHAHA!"

Dart's wings drooped. This was not going as well as he had hoped.

"This is what we will do. Soldier, you will shut the frag up. I will conduct a proper interview with our security risk."

The flier turned to the femme - his internals and well-oiled gears betrayed a powerful frame and weighty mass. "I am Bolo. Look at me when I speak to you - why aren't you opening your optics, hmm?" Dart turned helplessly to face her, and remained quiet.

[leap-before-you-look]

-= Online =-

[shiftyturian]

It’s just a bit early (and messy) but I panicked because I get so caught up in my work that I forget to do birthday stuff for people. (I am a terrible friend).

SO, FINALLY, I HAD TIME TO DO SOMETHING EVEN THOUGH IT WAS THE LAST MINUTE.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY sneakymedulla !!!!!!! I figured you’d like a pic of Lockdown, so I took another crack at drawing the dork.

[decepticonartschool]

"hey, how do i get better at-"

[rabbit-of-carbonfiber]

REBLOG IF YOU'RE AN ARTIST!!!

Professional or not, no matter what art style, I wanna see how many artists are out there.