#; war

[angelusmcrtis]

"Lighten up, darling," Lavender purred, a sly smile curling her lips as she reached out to gently push her companion's shoulder. Her touch was light, almost teasing, but there was an edge to it, a reminder of the power she wielded. "War isn’t all bad, you know. For some of us, it can be a good thing. Opportunities arise, fortunes change…" Her eyes glinted with a dangerous mix of amusement and calculation. "And hey, at least they’re not starving, right? There are worse fates than a little chaos. Sometimes, it’s the fire that forges something better—if you’re smart enough to see it."

[inkyorbs]

A chill seeped into her bones from the air around her, turning her fingers blue with cold, her eyes swollen from the pain inflicted upon her for crimes that weren’t her own. Once again, her father had caused her suffering, but this time it left a strange, bitter taste in her mouth. The pain hadn’t come from his hand—it had come from those she once admired, those who were supposed to free them from the oppression that plagued the citizens of Panem. But they hadn’t kept their promises. They had crossed their fingers while offering grand ideas to the public. Instead of being freed, she had been oppressed for the first time in her life, and now she was certain they meant to kill her.

Her eyes moved slowly upwards to the bars that confined her in the small, cold room where she had been held for months. Someone was standing there—she knew that much, though it was hard to make out who it was. Her gaze, dim and filled with pain, shifted away from the figure before her and returned to her fingers.

"If you’re going to take me back to the chamber," she began, her voice weak and hoarse from disuse, "just do it already."

[dockwcrker]

RP | First arrival to Earth

[ Starter for @leaderofteamprime ]

🌸 ] As the great war for Cybertron went on and continued on Earth Elita One was secretly following Magnus to Earth but instead of going where he was her ship crash landed in the middle of the woods, making her ship badly damaged. Damage was also made to her. She had a leg stuck between something and she was dangerously low on resources. Her frame could go into emergency shut down mode at any second. It was insanely low on energon since she left Cybertron. Her spark was also pulsing alarmingly to the one she loved dearly.

🌸 ] It was like an emotional smack in the face for the spark bond they secretly shared. It repaired itself when it finally felt close enough to the other once again. Elita looked around her ship exhaustedly, sighing. She was about to have a mental break down due to not knowing what to do next since she was all alone. On an unknown planet to her. She lost her entire team. She witnessed Alpha Trion’s death. Now? She didn’t know who to turn to. She couldn’t trust anyone. Not even Optimus Prime himself. She has been tricked so many times. She called herself a fool for falling for it. She won’t let it happen again! Dammed Decepticons! Elita panted softly as she laid back in the pilots seat. Everything was starting to become a blurr. Her vision was getting wonky as well.

🌸 ] The femme slowly proceeded to try and sit up to stand up but realized her leg was caught on something. Something was jammed into it, causing pain. She was having a hard time trying to make out what it is but attempted to shift her body and pull it out but it only caused her to let out a small whine. She growled frustratedly and gave up knowing she couldn’t move. She didn’t have enough strength either. She was in space for far too long. She laid back in the chair, dim optics glancing around again. She was now beginning to think this was a bad idea. She only came to Earth for one reason. To see him again. But she had no hope at this point. All was lost. Her ship gave off a beacon to the Autobots base, letting them know it landed. That beacon caused the base’s alarms to set off quite loudly.

[cowpokecole]

The sun crept up slow over the tops of the tall trees, their branches casting long shadows across the land. The pink of the sunrise peeked through them, brushing his skin as he sat outside the small café. The steam from his coffee curled up and tickled his nose, bringing a soft smile to his lips. His countenance was calmer now, far from the chaos of the Capitol. The wounds from the battle at the Cornucopia—and the fight to survive after the Vox takeover—had healed nicely, leaving behind a few scars as a testament to the struggle he’d endured.

But he wasn’t about to let his mind linger on all that, not with the beauty of the morning unfolding around him. Levi was just glad he’d managed to slip away from the Capitol when the Tarrenfree started their attack. He was finally home, the only place he’d ever wanted to be.

“Beautiful mornin’,” he remarked with a tip of his hat to a fellow patron who had just stepped out of the small coffee shop. “Looks like it’s gonna be a right relaxin’ one, from what I can tell.”

[samirkotecha]

It kinda feels like it worked out pretty nice for you But tryna be good, wasn't so good for me Yeah, I tried honest, I tried fair But that shit got me nowhere Nobody cares, you're living proof Now I know what I need to do

I'm gonna find myself someone I'm gonna break their heart for fun 'Cause if you've taught me anything Well, it's that bad, bad, people Bad, bad, people win

[delusionalseeker]

(( Closed RP for @arrasadordes ))

            As the word went around the Decepticons ship that Starscream had abandoned the ‘Cons the seeker retreated to his new home at the Harbinger ship that had crash landed EONS ago. Only Primus knows how it was still functional. 

                        While Starscream made it to the ship he let out soft ACHING sigh and entered, walking to the still very functional laboratory. He questioned himself how it was still functional but brushed it off as he typed away on keyboard SWIFTLY. “Curse you Megatron...One of these dreadful days you will pay the price for what you have done to me!” He snapped as he slammed a fist against the computer console angrily. He glared. Fortunately, he didn’t break it. He was mad at Megatron for various of reasons. Hell, he could make a list!

                        Starscream yet again let out a SIGH, letting his wings droop against his back. As he continued to work a thought hit him. It had been a lingering question in the back of his mind. Constantly repeating itself in different forms. He does not remember or know if his seeker trine survived. His face plates expression PALED while he continued thinking further about it. The more he did the more guilt he would feel. Why did he leave them? Primus he missed his twins.... he never knew how much he missed them until now.

                        Frag...Now he HAS to look for them! No excuses! Something in his spark SPARKED as a sudden need to look for them hit him. Well, since he was no longer Megatron’s spwan he was free to do what he pleased. He used a device within the abandoned ship to look for spark signals. That being said he even began trying to track them down ever since. In his helm he tried to think of what to say when he would meet them again...that is if they’re alive. Sorry for leaving you? No! Starscream you can do better than THAT!