A Smokey Path - TFP Roleplay - Accepting (Need Canons)

[Amethyst The Gem]

"Deranged?" Smokescreen questioned, then laughed, just as Megatron had. "No, Megatron, you're wrong. We're all perfectly sane-" Smokescreen stopped long enough to evade the blast, which managed to graze his side. he winced in pain, but continued. "Sure everyone may think about heroism, and that's fine! Because if it gives them a driving force to fight back against you, let them dream! Some day those dreams will become reality, and your reign will be finished!"

[drift.]

Arcee


Bumblebee || He/him || Tags; Arcee, Open
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His engine whirred as his optics took in the sight before him. He glanced over at his colleague Arcee and tensed when she gave him a curt nod. He transformed into his alternate mode- a Chevy Camaro with a sleek dark yellow paint job. His engine roared as he followed closely after Arcee as she transformed into her motorcycle. In no time Bumblebee was in the midst of fighting bots. He transformed and sw


**OOC: Sorry it took so long, I had to be admitted to the hospital because I wasn't getting any better**

[Alcidesune]

(Feel free to take breaks if you need to! Your health is important and there are always other convenient points where Bee and Arcee can be dropped in ^ ^)

✈ Starscream | He/Him | Decepticon | X | Tags; Everyone, basically ✈
For a fair moment or so Starscream was actually caught off guard. Not by the concept of a flying Autobot, per se, but because he was fairly certain he had seen this mech before as a ground vehicle and, even if he hadn't seen the mech before, Starscream could spot a Praxian a mile away and this definitely was one. Only Praxians went so far to be utter rip offs of his fellow Vosians, it was disgusting. How a lander thought they could pull off the grace unique to fliers was a mystery to him and - ugh. Wait. There were two Praxians here. How horrid.

Brought back to the reality of the situation by his leader's growly voice and orders, Starscream's wings went utterly rigged as he processed the command. Starting the cannons? Any random Vehicon could do that, why in Primus' name... Rather than doing it himself, Starscream rounded on Soundwave with flared out wings and a snarl, dismissively shooing him with one servo. "Well? You heard him! Go, stop being a useless oaf for once and get the cannons going!"
Figuring that Soundwave would do the job - if just to keep Starscream away from potentially important tasks and objects - Starscream focuses his attention back on the two conscious bots before him. As is what he would consider a signature gesture, Starscream raises his right arm, quickly transforming the limb into a gun, an audible whir signifying it coming online. "Do give Cliffjumper my regards when you meet back up with him." Right as he lets loose the bolt of energy - aimed for Spitfire - Bumblebee an'd Arcee appear, causing him to jump with surprise, jerking his arm and making the shot veer off. At worst, his misfire will mean he's hit her shoulder, hardly the death sentence he and Megatron both want. "You two! Urrgh, I knew I shouldn't have left the Vehicons as guards."

Ⓐ Ace | He/Him | Autobot | X | Tags; Everyone, basically Ⓐ
Normally the thought of backup in any form was one Ace was rather neutral to. However, in this situation he found Arcee and Bumblebee's arrival to be incredibly fortunate. Sure, the spotlight wouldn't be all his, but at the same time? He couldn't give scraplet's aft about that, seeing as they would most certainly all be offlined if they didn't do something. What that something was supposed to be didn't really come to Ace but... He assumed that 'something' would be beating the slag out of Starscream and Soundwave then helping Smokescreen take out Megatron. ... of all the mechs to become Prime, it had to be Smokescreen. Not that Ace wanted the status for himself or had any other ideas who it could possibility go to, but really... he was a bit worried that maybe, just maybe, his entire spot on the team would be lost with Smokescreen's newfound position. Did any one team need two quick, door winged sports cars, let alone three? He didn't think so.

Quickly remembering that now was neither time nor the place for those thoughts, Ace shoved them in the back of his head as effectively as he could. They were still there in the back of his mind, a lingering torment that he was last year's model soon to be replaced, but at the very least he could think clearly enough to get back on track. "Who's up first? Starscream or Soundwave?"

✪ Brainstorm | He/Him | Autobot | X | Tags; Tink ✪
"Correction, your friends could be killed." He speaks with a slow droll, lolling his helm to the side to watch Tink with as much exasperation as possible. "Yes, a flying Autobot. I happen to be one, shocking, isn't it? Given that Wheeljack is occupied being a boring pile of slag right now, I think that even our squishy, simple minded companions can assume it's not him or his ship." Of all the 'squishy simpletons' in the room, Miko and Jack were the ones who objected most verbally to Brainstorm's comment. The typical reaction of a group of idiots, really. Anyone with even a speck of intelligence within their head wouldn't feel the need to defend it at any given moment, as far as Brainstorm was concerned. Whatever snarky and insulting comment Brainstorm had cooking is quickly cut off when the Autobot signature lands and begins engaging Decepticons. Well, that firmly struck out the possibility of the blip being a ship.

Ever so incredibly generous and patient, Brainstorm waits all of two seconds before,with another exasperated huff, begins tapping at the console to try and zoom in on the blip. "Really, do I have to do everything myself? I'd get more done with a Scraplet infestation than with you idiots." Despite his best efforts, not even Brainstorm possesses the abilities to clear clouds from a computer and, as such, the group is stuck with audio only with the occasional glimpse between the puffs of white. "There. Now we know the Autobot is one of several potential brash morons. You're welcome."

[Kia_Bee]

Spitfire glared at Starscream as he aimed for her before grinning as Arcee and Bumblebee came in their alt forms. It didn't last long as Starscream's shot hit her left shoulder, causing her to cry out in pain and grip the wound. She slowly looked up, her optics now fiery orange from the fire she held within. "He's mine." She growled before incasing her whole frame in flames and running at Starscream. She was either going to weld his wings off or shut, which one she wanted she didn't care. She just wanted him to pay for what he did.


"Honestly, Brainstorm we could do without you being snippy with us." Tink said before walking closer to the monitor. She narrowed her optics, looking at the few glimpses between the clouds. "Wait, that's Smokescreen. But that's impossible, his alt form is a ground vehicle not an aerial." Tink commented before grabbing her left shoulder as she cried out in pain.

[myth;]

Megatron // Tags; Everyone

So not only could this new yet familiar Autobot fly, but he also had very quick reflexes. The signs as to why these upgrades may have been obvious to some, but Megatron didn't quite want to believe what he was seeing. Was it true that his one true rival was deactivated? Was Optimus Prime, the scourge who brought about ruin to their home world, gone? And that this whelp had replaced him as Prime? This mech, from the what he had heard of him, was no more than an untrustworthy grunt, wreckless, careless, and simply unsuitable to lead anyone, including himself.
Megatron took another shot, and another and another as the Autobot kept prattling on about the Autobot's foolish and selfish dream of 'peace' and 'prosperity'. This one clearly hadn't seen much of Cybertron before the war and the true injustice and pain hidden under the surface, then again, Paxians were always oblivious to the slavery and anguish of others, strutting about with their nasal ridges far too high for their own good. He was going to put an end to this one immediately, like he should have done to Optimus all those years ago.
"You and your Autobot friends can dream all you like, when you're rotting in the Pits!" he barked, quickly closing the distance between himself and this Praxian quickly, slashing at him with the driving force of a gladiator.

Soundwave // Tags; Everyone

Soundwave didn't hesitate, as soon as the order was spoken to him, he unfurled a data cable and jacked into the systems, powering them up and aiming them for the closest human cities. There was a humming and the ground vibrated softly under their pedes, the power core started glowing a blueish green and the energy began forming at the end of the canon...

Sparrow Hawk//Tags; ?!?!

The target was in her sights now and Sparrow dropped from the skies, transforming several feet from the ground and landing within the outcrops of rocks... just outside The Harbinger. She straightened herself out and glanced around the boulder blocking her from the view of the craft, the whole area seemed deserted at first, and then her optics began picking out the small details mechs like Starscream seemed to miss. Tire tracks, unsettled rocks, heat signatures, faint scents... they were here. But who and how many.
Without waiting for them to spot her, not that there was anyone outside guarding the entrance like typical Autobots, the predacon made her way to the broken doorway and went indoors. She let her biolights come to life once more, thin strips of gold and runes of an ancient language know one knew. Of course the femme didn't fear the Autobots coming around the corner and seeing her so clearly, she was nothing but a grunt to most. Her optics were hidden behind a band of blacked out glass, her wings held tight to her back to they appeared like a cape, and she was completely without brand. No one would know what she was, where she was from, or who had hr loyalties-
Suddenly a yell echoed through the dusty old corridors and she paused, then, putting on her best cautious/frightened voice, spoke out, "Hello? Anyone there?" As far as anyone would know, Sparrow was just a lost neutral seeking shelter, she was certainly dusty enough to pull it off.

[Alcidesune]

✈ Starscream | He/Him | Decepticon | X | Tags; Spitfire ✈
That was new. When did the Autobots get someone who could light themselves on fire? The whole 'melting other bots' thing was a bit too close to Sunstorm for Starscream's comfort and not exactly something he felt like thinking about. Best to just focus solely on not melting and deal with those pesky feelings later, right? d

As Starscream often did when charged by angry Autobots, he Transformed and took off, though not quite quick enough, resulting in Spitfire managing to grab and burn one of his horizontal stabilizers before he slipped free and took off. He would blame that half second of slowness on his momentary lapse into thoughts of Sunstorm. Starscream doesn't go too far, simply jetting himself across the room and, in the same manner of swift and fluid Transformation that he normally prided himself on, lands on the back of the Megatron's throne, struggling with balance for a moment as he patted the burnt and warped area of his leg."Frag, that hurts! Let's see how you like it!" It takes but half a second for his arm to transform back into the form of a gun, taking a potshot at her leg this time.

Ⓐ Ace | He/Him | Autobot | X | Tags; Soundwave Ⓐ
"Then I guess I've got Soundwave. Wish me luck." With no more than a slight wave of the servo before Ace is off. Not that Soundwave had actually gone far - he was still in the same room, actually, jacked into one of the consoles and, presumably, arming the guns. All the better for him, really. If Soundwave was jacked into the computer it meant he couldn't move around as well. If nothing else it gave Ace ample chance to get into kicking range. Considering that, as far as Ace knew, Soundwave carried around a Minicon it would be best to counter with a Minicon in kind. "Who's gonna be my support today?"
In answer to his question, one of the black dice - uncannily similar to the fuzzy dice ornaments - pops out from between his grills, landing on the ground and immediately Transforming into a catlike form similar to Ravage's. "Alright. Get him away from that console, got it?" As with most Minicon bonds, verbal commands weren't really a necessity. In all honesty, Ace just enjoyed talking to the Minicons, given they were the bots who've been with him the longest.

With the instruction successfully relayed, the two leap in tandem - Bast for the tentacle connected to the console, Ace for Soundwave's back.

✪ Brainstorm | He/Him | Autobot | X | Tags; Tink ✪
That certainly was... Interesting. While it was true that bots could change their alt modes between vehicles of similar size, shape, and function, changing the variety of an alt mode altogether - such as the change between a flier and a grounder - was one that required extensive operation, among other things. It wasn't a simple operation that could be done in a mere... How long had it been since they last saw Smokescreen? Regardless, the point still stood. No, there had to be another explanation... "I don't recall Smokescreen being a triple changer. It definitely wouldn't be something I overlooked..." Brainstorm leans closer to the console, one servo holding his chin while he analyzed the situation. While her sound of pain does catch his attention it doesn't divert his attention from the task at hand, earning only one quick glance before his optics return to the console. "It seems you'll be busy when they return. With any luck Smokescreen will be one of the injured parties - I doubt he'll consent to a check up without damage of some sor-"

And that was when he heard it, a frightened voice in the corridors. It prompts Brainstorm to plop his forehead against a servo with a groan. "IMPORTANT PEOPLE ARE DOING IMPORTANT THINGS, COME BACK LATER. OR PREFERABLY NEVER." It certainly wasn't the politest response nor the most appropriate one for the situation - even Brainstorm, for all his social inadequacies, knew that much. "Tink, go see what the guest wants. Or make them go away. Actually, try both. We have enough distractions in here as is." Was the word 'distraction' aimed at the children? In all likelihood, yes.

[Kia_Bee]

Spitfire smirked as she was able to at least get a good burn on Starscream before he slipped away from her grasp. She kept her optics on him, glaring as he landed on Megatron's throne. She jumped away from his shot before returning her gaze to him. "What's the matter, I thought you liked playing with fire." Spitfire said before holding out her servo with all digits bent claw-like, fire shooting quickly towards the seeker. All morals she had were now gone. All that mattered to her was turning Starscream into a melted pile of scrap. Was she acting like the very ones they fought for years? Most definitely. Did she notice or even care that she was? Not in the slightest.

"Knowing Spitfire, she won't consent to one as well even though I'm her sister." Tink said before turning to where she heard the voice. "Brainstorm, stop being so rude for once! It could possibly be an ally." She scolded at him before venting out an annoyed huff. "I'll go see who it is since you're being such a grumpy, rust bucket." She said before walking off into the corridors.

[myth;]

Megatron // Tags; Smokescreen

So not only could this new yet familiar Autobot fly, but he also had very quick reflexes. The signs as to why these upgrades may have been obvious to some, but Megatron didn't quite want to believe what he was seeing. Was it true that his one true rival was deactivated? Was Optimus Prime, the scourge who brought about ruin to their home world, gone? And that this whelp had replaced him as Prime? This mech, from the what he had heard of him, was no more than an untrustworthy grunt, wreckless, careless, and simply unsuitable to lead anyone, including himself.
Megatron took another shot, and another and another as the Autobot kept prattling on about the Autobot's foolish and selfish dream of 'peace' and 'prosperity'. This one clearly hadn't seen much of Cybertron before the war and the true injustice and pain hidden under the surface, then again, Paxians were always oblivious to the slavery and anguish of others, strutting about with their nasal ridges far too high for their own good. He was going to put an end to this one immediately, like he should have done to Optimus all those years ago.
"You and your Autobot friends can dream all you like, when you're rotting in the Pits!" he barked, quickly closing the distance between himself and this Praxian quickly, slashing at him with the driving force of a gladiator.

Soundwave // Tags; Ace

Working the console via. data cable might have required a lot of attention, effort, and concentration, but Soundwave was the master of communications and technology. He knew how to multi-task, and he knew how to defend himself. The TIC saw the Autobot and then he heard him, running up behind him in what he knew would be an attack or a tackle, either way it was illogical and a waste of time.
Laserbeak was deployed within the nanosecond and already swooping around the room and taking aim at Ace and his own symbiote, shooting his narrow but effective lasers at the duo in an attempt to cripple them or put them off from their task. Even though the Spy Master had utter faith in his symbiote, he quickly deployed his other data cable and, without taking his screen from the console, swung it around in a clean arch, aiming for the Autobot's abdomen.

Sparrow Hawk//Tags; Tink, Brainstorm, Ratchet

Sparrow froze on the spot at the responding yell that echoed through the empty passageways, she titled her helm a little and her audio ins twitched. This voice was familiar, the predacon was sure she had heard it somewhere before, but where? Stashing away the information for later analysis, or more to match it to this mech's faceplates when she eventually saw them, the predacon kept moving forwards, not speaking in response to making any sound at all. Then the same mech, at least she assumed that this was a mech speaking, gave an order to someone in a much quieter tone, but the predacon's predatory sensors picked up on the small sounds with ease.
At last, now it could begin.
As soon as the sound of pede steps started shifting through the air, Sparrow switched her biolights off and vanished into the darkness, standing close behind a support beam and waiting for this new Cybertronian to approach and pass her. She was completely still and, with her signature still masked, would go completely undetected by the other Cybertronian.
Until it was too late and this Autobot, now identifiable as a femme now she could be seen, walked past Sparrow and into her line of sight. The assassin withdrew one of her blades and leapt out at the Autobot, grabbing her from behind and muffling her mouth with a servo, holding the sharp blade to her throat. When Sparrow spoke, it was very quiet and soft so that no one would hear her except this Autobot, "Make so much as a whisper and I'll kill you femme," she hissed, letting the edge of her black blade dig slightly into the soft metal of the other's throat, making it clear that she would go through with her threat.

( @Kia_Bee; kill or render unconscious? )

[Alcidesune]

✈ Starscream | He/Him | Decepticon | X | Tags; Spitfire ✈
Starscream only manages to avoid having his other leg scorched by hopping down behind the throne a moment before the flames land, though he did feel the heat on the tip of his wings. Frag, those should definitely stay hidden for now. He peeks around the side of the throne to fire a pot shot at Spitfire, quickly bringing himself back behind the throne, wings held straight behind him to keep them from becoming a target. "I like fire about as much as... Who was it still left in the base when we destroyed it? Was it Optimus? That would be wonderful to hear." The sneer can practically be heard in the smugness of his voice, accompanied by another quick, potshot, though this one is a bit off even for him."It would be such a pathetic death for him, but I suppose that's only fitting for those of your cause - just as pathetic in death as you are in life."

So maybe he was pushing his luck a bit with the taunting, but really, taunting had yet to go wrong for him. Worked up and angry enemies were easier to out maneuver and work around. If she got angry enough she might miss and hit a teammate, though that was a bit far fetched. Really, he thought it more likely that she would simply burn herself out... Maybe literally. Hopefully literally.

Ⓐ Ace | He/Him | Autobot | X | Tags; Soundwave Ⓐ
Bast, as small as she is, is definitely lithe enough to get out of the way of Laserbeak's lasers. Ace, however, while thin and agile as well, still takes a few scorch marks across the grill, much to his pain and chagrin. Sure, he could drop everything and cry about his paint like a certain Decepticon, but getting offlined would suck. Someone had to take care of his Minicons. So for now he's limited to only an external wince from a combination of pain and aggravation in regards to the scorched metal.

Ace couldn't tell if these tentacles were the kind that shocked or fired lasers, but honestly? He didn't have time to think on the matter. Combat wasn't a situation where you could really afford to do such a thing. So, instead, he reacts, bringing up one of his bird like legs and grasping the cable in the talons. The force behind the tentacle still causes him to nearly lose his balance in the one legged stand, wings and plating flaring out to accommodate and keep him from falling flat on his aft. "Ugh, gross, a tentacle. Why couldn't you use a whip or something instead?" He's quick to switch it over to his actual servos and yoink on it, trying to pull Soundwave off balance. Grabbing it in the first place may not have been the best idea now that he had the chance to think on it, but it was too late to change course now.

Out of the corner of his optics he can see Bast get down on her haunches and leap, making an honest to goodness attempt to smack Laserbeak out of the air, as unlikely as it may be for that gambit to actually work.

✪ Brainstorm | He/Him | Autobot | X | Tags; Tink ✪
"In theory. But it could also be a highly intelligent pile of Scraplets. Come back and tell which it is, and make it quick. I don't want to rust and waste away while you make idle chatter." With Tink now gone Brainstorm turns his attention to the children. Ratchet had since wandered off to busy himself preparing the med bay for the inevitable injuries, leaving Brainstorm with... Them. The dreaded apes, with their oil covered fleshy body parts and constant shedding and just... No self respecting scientist would let them in their lab, for the safety of their own projects. Given that anywhere Brainstorm went became Brainstorm's lab this meant that the children had to scram post haste. "Right... Into the ground bridge with you three. Yes, you." Their sounds of protest were to be expected - waa we wanna help waa we wanna watch - but Brainstorm cared little for them. Actually, they hurt his audio sensors to even listen to. "Have you considered that I don't care?"

.... Grabbing the children actually turned out to be much more of a hassle than he imagined. The older male was easy enough to grab, the female mostly made difficult through her struggling, but the young boy? There were just some places that even Brainstorm could agree servos weren't meant to be stuck, and the narrow margin between the wall and the console was one such place. He knew the Harbinger was old and broken down, but really? Dirt, even all the way back here? Standing back up and shaking the dirt off of his servos, Brainstorm gives himself a figurative pat on the back for a job well done. Germa, Libya was definitely the place they were supposed to be.

[Kia_Bee]

@myth: unconscious. Spitfire would go full Decepticon if Tink offlined)

"Shut UP!" Spitfire roared, holding both servos up and aimed at the throne. With luck, she might melt that stupid throne and get to him. Feeling something dig at her throat, she quickly put a servo there but upon feeling nothing she knew what it meant. "LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!" She yelled furiously.



Tink walked down the corridor, optics searching for the mysterious guest. Who could it have been? Friend or foe? What did they want? All these questions and more ran through her helm distracting her until a servo grabbed her around her mouth. She let out a muffled cry of alarm and surprise before hearing a voice(femme perhaps?)speak followed by the press of a blade. Oh Primus what had she gotten herself into?