About: The People of Junkion
Colloquial names: Junkers, Junk Folk, Parts, Q-2s (very insulting), Scrap People (insulting only to the speaker), and Heretics (used solely by Primalists).
Junkers (their usual nickname for eachother) are the inhabitants of Junkion, aka CSS Quintus. They were the first tribe to take to the stars, having left during the Prime War.
There are two common styles of Junkers. The Planet-Side Junkers are the best known: they're rusty, cobbled together, and seem damn near unkillable. They're the ones who go out hunting and trading. The Interstellar Junker (the older mold: very similar to Quintus themselves) is quite different: most never experience proper gravity, tending to their tunnels of energon and working on their inventions. They glow in even the darkest of voids.
Both typings are well known for being asymmetrical.
Neon shades are common in optics. Bright red or salmon is the usual, but some Junkers have changed to other shades to keep from getting attacked by Autobots.
Those of Junkion are best identified with their markings. The white faceplate and pitch markings are painted on and usually touched up weekly, though some have modded them on permanently. Few Junkers have the same markings: it's considered an insult to wear another person's paint.
They're an odd society, deeply intertwined with every inhabited planet and friendly to anyone. They love trash. They barter energon for trash, they give trash to eachothers as gifts (asking to bond requires the finest of garbage), and they literally make themselves out of trash. Parts sharing is common: some will even trade entire lower halves when they get bored.
Unlike most of the tribes, the Junkers worship the entire pantheon. They're the only ones who give consideration to Unicron, who they consider to be the Almighty Vacuum Cleaner, and thus are the only ones who are friendly around sparkeaters. Everyone is part of the spiral of materials.
Despite their friendliness, some on-worlders view them as thieves, charlatans, traitors (as they trade, even warily, with Quintessons), and greedy. On Cybertron, many establishments had no-Junker rules in place. Even through discrimination and hate, they continued to be as friendly as ever when the rest of the planet joined them in the beyond.
Notable Examples:
Like in many tribes, the City Speaker is the leader. Nancii (pronounced nancy) is well loved amongst her people and one of the longest-running City Speakers known. Her bond with Quintus is nearly perfect, allowing her to grow in size, power, and understanding. Quintus is the deity of Dreams, after all; she can walk (or slither) beside them across the dreamscapes of all of Primus' children, bringing growth and realization to any who need it.
Wreck-Gar is a dear friend of Rodimus' and was the primary junk trader in Kaon. He taught the boy many things of sparkeaters, Unmakyrs, and acceptance. Last they saw eachother, Wreck-Gar had finally found the perfect piece of scrap to propose to his beau. She accepted and he's now King Consort, though he rarely does much in royal terms. His favourite past-time is watching Milky Way TV.
Lockdown is a younger Junker, having been made right before the War. He was exiled for poaching, thievery, and the greatly insulting act of painting his new additions. Despite the stigma, he still wears his paints: this deeply angers most Junkers, making him one of the few people who are shot immediately in any fight. He's a suave thing anyway, even if he has little luck with getting much from his former tribe. Supposedly deals with Quintesson High Command. And Swindle, who is given less priority because he's annoying.
Honorary members of Junkion are permitted to wear their own markings. Rodimus was inducted by Wreck-Gar after helping him find the perfect piece of scrap, and Nightshade was inducted because they looked like a poorly socialized owlette and Nancii felt terrible for them.
Rodimus tends to wear his paint for 'fancy' events. Dignitaries, important parties, ceremonies, etc. It's one of the few times he lets his beard grow out. No mustache, though. If he has a mustache, someone needs to put him down.
Wearing paint when you're not approved will end in someone shooting you in the foot. They will know. No one knows how but they know.








