#tfp unity

[alacritysparked]

Unity Update

Hey everyone! So between me generally being a bad leader (haha no surprises there just look at my icon XD), a few struggles with other people getting threads started, and other stoof thrown into the loop, this event is going to be paused.

We’ll pick up where we left off and I’ll be putting some actual summary posts out throughout the week. I don’t know when we’ll start back up again, but I promise that I’ll at least keep you updated on that.

So sorry for the inconvenience, I just believe this is the best course of action right now and hopefully for others participating, it gives you the chance to either reach out to others or plot something. Look out for the “directory” of sorts! But yeah, I’m basically going to be doing Executive Stuff for now.

Thank you to whoever participated and I’ll let you know as soon as we get the ball rolling again!

[alacritysparked]

“-as arrested, although the rallies continue in Iacon.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing. Two officers were killed during last night’s rally. If you ask me, he needs to be put awa-”

“-mething admirable, you can’t deny that. Recovering from last night’s tragedy will be difficult.”

There it was, playing across all frequencies. Constantly. He didn’t know when things began spiraling out of control - probably when Breakdown was arrested and they couldn’t bail him out - but it needed to stop.

Two plates on his upper hydraulic slid open, revealing his weapon of choice. Drastic times call for drastic measures and he certainly wasn’t going to sit by and let things continue as they were.

:: Rally in the center of Iacon. Tonight. ::

[brxxkdxwn]

It started out rather well, or so Breakdown thought.

He'd given his speech at the previous rally, and how the crowds had cheered him on. There had been cries of yes and preach it, and even, if he was listening correctly, a cry or two of I love you Breakdown! It had done wonders to boost the blue bruiser's ego. 

And there had been camera crews present, as well, as there were today. His message hadn't been limited to the narrow crowd present at the event, it had spread throughout all of Cybertron, and that filled him with a strange sense of hope - word was getting out, and the movement was growing.

The only thing he hadn't been counting on, however, was the fact that the Autobot High Council had also been watching, and hadn't been at all impressed with his finishing act - destroying both insignias while looking directly into the camera. As a result, they'd planted a few... agitators... in today's crowd.

The first swing came from a femme roughly the size of Ultra Magnus, paint scheme helm-to-pede black, with a touch of white here and there - a cop if Breakdown ever saw one. All three of the camera crews, which had been divided to cover different areas of this rally, swung around instantly to capture the chaos unfolding on the ground in front of the main podium as two more large mechs joined the fray - both of them on the aggressor's side.

Breakdown threw no punches, nor did he defend himself in any way that could be misconstrued as aggressive, hoping that his attackers would realize the bad publicity they were getting from attacking someone that refused to fight back, but he had no such luck. The beating continued for approximately five more minutes before Breakdown lost consciousness, his entire frame going limp as the Enforcers cuffed his unconscious body around his wrists and ankles. Then, as perhaps the ultimate show of the disgust and contempt held for such rebels by the High Council, they dragged him out of the crowd by the shackles placed around his ankles, a ring of Enforcers blocking the enraged crowd from intervening.

There could be no mistaking it: this had been planned.

[sashayingvaguelydownwards-blog]

@thelastcityspeaker || (x)

The first time the courier had arrived, she’d been honestly startled. She rarely received packages… so a second one was even more of a shock. Her wings flicked and she politely thanked the courier before returning her attention to the communicator. She blinked at the voice, cerulean optics brightening somewhat.

That voice was familiar.

:: …yes. This is Windblade. How may I help you? ::

« 🎻 » ||  The Seeker leaned back in his chair, shoulders slumping in relief as her voice came on. He’d been half-afraid his packages would be intercepted, though he trusted the mechs that worked for him as much as he could trust anyone. :: Good. Then Skyline has been reaching the right mech. :: 

:: This communicator is specially encrypted. So long as you don’t say anything incriminating out loud -- I’m fairly sure your suite or the area around it is bugged, if our opposition is worth their plating, so be careful about naming me or our cause -- we should be safe to talk. This is Starscream of Vos. ::

[autobotsaboteur-archive-blog]

He...had gone to one of the rallies. He would never admit it, but Jazz was curious. Abandoning the factions? Impossible. But after hearing the speech... He actually agreed. The factions needed to go. But if they did, it would push the planet into another war. He couldn't fight his friends. He didn't know what to do.

[moralchaos]

Unity: The Rise

It seemed that Bumblebee wouldn't take any of his calls and curled to all of Cybertron. The speech he had given just cause chaos and not the good kind. The scientists he worked with refused to do much of anything and because he reported to the Council of their new finds he had to tell them no one wanted to work. In the streets many where cursing and yelling at all who would listen, arguing back and forth about what they thoughts. Some agreeing with Bumblebee, the others were against. 

Chaos wasn't happy one bit. In fact he was angry and this hardly ever happened. No one saw Chaos angry, and if they did it was a rare occasion. He was angry with Bumblebee, How he processed with his comments and speech. That was no how he should have gone about it and now Iacon seemed to be at war again. Thankfully no one really got severely hurt, but words thrown at one another. He was also not answering any of his calls, and even though Chaos was one the once Scouts side, the Council seemed to be looking to him for answers. In all honesty he just wanted to leave Cybertron until this was all over. It was a mess and seemed like no one would listen to him.

“No one ever listens or seems to have a processor around here.” he groaned to himself as he walked through the streets of Iacon trying to look for someone he could talk to about the thoughts he had on all of this.

[alacritysparked]

Unity: The Rise (May 9th - 21st)

The murmurs turn to shouts. This new “Movement” is gaining momentum, but it’s disorganized. Chaotic. There’s complaints and fears and maybe a bit of hope. Is this what the planet needs to become whole again? Perhaps it’s time to band together, to get those who agree on one side and lay out the “rules” they play by. With the idea out in the open, there are those that will stray from the path. Nonviolence must be reinforced. They weren’t going to start another war...

Ok, Phase 2 is here everyone! The rallies are going to start up very soon, so look out for the city state updates! Also, the directory will be out in the next couple of days.

[alacritysparked]

Whatever his poorly executed speech stirred, it certainly wasn't what he'd been expecting. Even with the status he had (nothing more than a glorified trophy now), he wasn't expecting others to listen to him. Honestly, he was anticipating the same treatment he got from the Council. "You're confused." "Please see a therapist." "Bee..." "I suggest you think before you speak, botling." There was none of that, though some stares he received offered the sentiment. But there were those who agreed. Granted, he hadn't run into many Decepticons, but a few defectors had offered their support. The few comms he let through held similar messages and altogether, it was pretty encouraging. Maybe he was on the right track. On the other hand, someone threw a drink at him. And a knife. They'd called him a traitor, a damaged war child. A defective. An anomaly. He'd heard every insult and dodged a few whacks to the chassis. It didn't bother him as much as he thought, though a whisper of someone murdering him didn't help his recharge cycle much. But those whispers were softer compared to the others. He saw the smiles and the nods and the little gestures that said yes, we're willing to try. So maybe there was hope and maybe this is what Optimus wanted.