Transformers rp invite only {Crim/Tonic/OP}

[Crimson_Raven]

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The Autobots continue to defend humanity against Decepticons, although, is it the Autobots that need defending from humanity?
The threat of the special forces of Cemetery wind could always be around any corner which brings the Autobots to question their services what with an Energon shortage and an increase in the ranks as more bots join the team.
Some might think the Decepticons have it easy but to no avail whilst Earth technology is considered pitiful in comparison it is always advancing and so are the teams who hunt the Decepticons.

Post character sheets on discussion page please

All CS rules comply

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[Crimson_Raven]

Optimus Prime-_Autobot-_Base-_Tags; Nothing

The big rig slowed as he entered Autobot base, his parts opening, twisting and sliding as he shifted from alt mode to ped mode.
It had taken much longer getting to base by road and not groundbridge, although he had arrived as fast as possible.
He dashed to the mainframe, the tiniest of sighs escaping from his vents as he started tapping at the keyboard to find answers.
What had happened to disrupt the groundbridge?
"-_Ratchet, can you hear me? Optimus to Ratchet._-" the Prime said, attempting yet again to contact his old friend.
Still he was met with static fizzing sounds and the screen read >Communication link error<

(I'll add wild and the others in the next post)

Ratchet-_Autobot-_Somewhere in remote Canada-_Tags; Blazen

"-_This is Ratchet, does anyone read me?! anyone at all would suffice!_-" the old Medic exclaimed a little wildly out of pure desperation.
He had been scattered from the rest of the team when he had aimed to ground bridge himself to aid Optimus when something corrupted the coordinates, causing the portal to fling him into Canada, a whole different country to where he had been set to go.
Now here he was.
Cold, exercising a new level of tiredness and absolutely in no mood for the frolicking of childish youths.
Ratchet felt something suddenly hit him square in the back, sending a freezing cold slushy trail down his plating.
Ratchet turned his helm, his faceplate wearing a murderous expression as he pinned his optics on the shiny oversized tin can.
"Blazen, you would be of more use to me if you were a paperclip right now other than this great Archer that you claim to be." he said in a threatening tone as he knelt in the snow over a contraption he had been working on for some time now.
"In fact, why don't you come over here so I can take you apart and bend you into something of actual use." he seethed, turning back to his work.
None of the comm links had been working and it had been established that somewhere in the country was a Decepticon frequency scrambler.
But Ratchet had a plan to outwit the dimwits, if Blazen allowed him some peace.

Blazen-_Autobot-_Somewhere in remote Canada-_Tags; Ratchet

The chrome blue mech crept alongside a wall of rock and snow behind where the old timer was busy at work.
Blazen decided that he looked like he needed cheering up so he reached and grabbed a servoful of snow and crammed it into a ball, popping up and throwing the snowball straight at Ratchet's back.
Blazen snickered and vaulted over the wall, skidding down it some and came to a stop.
He paused when he saw the look on Ratchet's faceplate and bit his lipplate before grinning.
"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the igloo this morning." Blazen winced, still grinning as Ratchet threatened him.
"Sounds fun, we should try that." he responded but Ratchet didn't care about fun.
"For your information, I have not been in stasis for long enough to cause myself great risks of malfunction due to these conditions.
This project is of utmost importance." Ratchet babbled on as Blazen rolled his optics and kicked at the snow.
"I slept like a Polar Bear.
Guess your just not cut out for this cold weather are ya, kitten? well I'm no science-quack but a bit of stasis wouldn't kill you.
I'd be hoping for a miracle if I expected it to help your mood, but your more likely to keep screwing that thing up and screwing yourself up and making everything worse if you carry on." Blazen crouched and looked sideways at Ratchet.
"Better leaving progression alone for a few klicks before you push the big red button and leave me all alone." he said as early morning light spilled over the horizon, making the snow glitter.

[Tonic_Memories]

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Ｒｉｓｅ！ Ｍａｋｅ ＇ｅｍ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ ｙｏｕｒ ｎａｍｅ
Ｒｉｓｅ！ ＇ｃａｕｓｅ ｉｎ ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｔｒｕｓｔ
NitroPlug • femme • Autobot • front liner trainee • crush: WildStreak • tags: open

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Nitro was on a patrol. With Decepticon activity slowly increasing base security had bumped it's way up to FPCON Charlie. More patrols, more people on duty, and a scrap less sleep. Rather than waiting around for something to occur the front-liner in training decided to get out of the stuffy base and cycle in from fresh air. One thing Nitro did appreciate about Earth was their fresh air supply. It didn't gunk up her intake valves and helped clear her processor when she needed time to think. Folded down in her alt mode, with her holoform activated, the little speed demon zipped down the currently barren roads. Not many organics drove out here, which was fine by the femme. More room to stretch and a less then likely chance to be spotted by curious humans.

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Ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ ｐｅｒｃｅｎｔ ｒｅａｓｏｎ ｔｏ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ ｔｈｅ ｎａｍｅ
Feral • mech • Autobot • warrior • crush: none• tags: Ratchet, Blazen

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The cherry red viper was sitting a bit away from the grumpy medic and giddy archer. Feral was recruited by Ratchet, along side Blazen, to help assist Optimus with something. Naturally at the ready to kick some 'Con aft, the warrior was rather excited to get out of base. Of course, something had to fritz up and crash land them into some cold human country. Feral's internal heating system was at full blast, doing its best to fight off the cold that was creeping up on him. Feral's armor was made for bullets and blades, not for the cold. His armor clattered quietly in an attempt to fight off freezing. "Yo, Blaze, cut the medic some slack. Huh? He's tryin' to contact Boss Bot so they can warp our cold afts back to base." The mech's freezing gears groaned in slight protest as he stood to his full height. "How 'bout we run a perimeter check? Make sure no 'Cons are out and Hatchet here can work in peace. Besides, if I sit around any longer I'm gunna become a popsicle."

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Ｓｈｏｗ ｍｅ ｈｏｗ ｔｏ ｌｉｅ
Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｔｉｍｅ
Jazz • mech • Autobot • TIC & Head of Special Ops • crush: Prowl• tags: Optimus

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The Third in Command was beside Prime every step of the way. Using the side computer Jazz plugged himself in and began to type away. As Head of Special operations the silver sabator knew his way around a communications link. He was no where's near as impressive as Blaster, the head mech of communications, but the spy had a trick or two up his sleeve. "Frag." Jazz muttered as his results reflected his leader. Visor glowing a harsh blue in concentration his nimble fingers typed away. "Ah don' understan'." The mech finally spoke. "One nanoklik Hatchet was on his way, da nex' he's off da grid." Engine grumbling in frustration Jazz began a new tactic. He would need to retrace Ratchet's steps. If he could figure out what initially happened then maybe he could locate them small group and bring them back. "If only Blaster were here."

[little_light]

deathbringer | mech | autobot | warrior | tags: optimus prime, jazz

The onyx predacon had been snoozing lightly and listening to what was going on, yet when Optimus sped into the base it jolted him completely awake. He stood up and stretched his limbs and wings before shaking his plates before walking towards Optimus and nudging his shoulder gently with his snout to try and comfort him. He turned to Jazz and listened to him speak, "If you can find out where his signal was last I might be able to fly to them? I can travel much faster than most of us and if there are Decepticons in the area I can fight them off." The predacon offered as he looked to the entrance of the base, wondering just how far away the small had been scattered.

[ hope this is okay ]



lysandra | femme | autobot | scout | tags: blazen, ratchet, feral

Lysandra had been traveling with the small group of bots in an attempt to aid Optimus when something went wrong, one second they had been traveling through the ground bridge and the next in a freezing climate. She had been pacing back and forth in her alt mode to try and keep warm but when Blazen started to pick on Ratchet she decided to pick on him. She blended her plates into the white of the snow and crept closer to him before pouncing, knocking him into a nearby snowdrift. She jumped up before he could get her and stood a few feet away, her frame shaking slightly as she tried to fight back her laughter. She saw the irritated look Ratcet shot her and she gave him an apologetic look, though she remained mindful of the older medic. The femme fell silent when Feral spoke, paying attention to him while she let Blazen sit in the cold snow, not bothering to help him up before she transformed. "If you'd like I can stay here and keep the old timer company while you two go scout out the area." She joked lightly as she used a derogatory name for Ratchet, though she mean no harm in it and she gave Ratchet an innocent smile but yelped when he threw something at her and she ducked in time.

[ she has a snow leopard alt mode, though it is not necessarily made for snow she does stay a bit warmer. I am hoping to post for the others in the next post. c: ]

[Crimson_Raven]

Wildstreak-_Autobot-_Patrol-_Tags;NitroPlug
Although it seemed unnecessary, Wild knew it was better to be safe than sorry.
But he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't bored.
Bored was turning into just plain depressing as the bright red Ferrari patrolled the neighborhood aimlessly.
Not even the music stations were playing anything decent.
Red lights felt like they were taunting him as he pulled up and waited to drive again.
Yep.
Wild hated patrols.
Then his Spark skipped a beat and his engine almost cut out right there and then.
The sound was distant at first and gradually purred around the corner, turning into a roar as the dark orange streak blurred past across from him.
A grin mentally spread across the rowdy mech's lip plates and just like that the lights changed to green and his luck had changed dramatically.
The Ferrari's engine let out a growl and he burnt rubber as he peeled away, power-sliding around the corner in pursuit as he shot the femme a comm request.

(Hahaha! Yesss that's our two rascals, Tonic ^_^)

Optimus Prime-_Autobot-_Base-_Tags;Jazz, Death Bringer
"This is troubling." The Prime stated after Jazz tried and too, failed to find out information.
Optimus heard someone approach and turned as Death Bringer rubbed against one of the Prime's shoulderstruts.
Optimus listened to the Predacon and looked at Jazz.
"We have had problems with the groundbridge in the past such as this.
Statistics haven't faltered in quite some time, it does not make sense." He shook his helm unhappily.

Blazen-_Autobot-_Somewhere in remote Canada-_Tags;Ratchet, Feral, Lysandra
The blue and red mech abruptly fell backwards from some unknown source, yelping as he went down unexpectedly with snow tumbling over him.
He realised why when he was almost nose to nose with Lysandra.
He was going to kiss her on the nasal receptor just to make her squirm in front of the others but he never got the chance as she was gone almost as soon as she was even there.
"If you wanted a closeup you could have just asked." Blazen put a servo under the back of his helm, lying casually in the snow as if he'd been there the whole time. He blew her an air kiss before glancing at Feral as he spoke.
"Hey, speak for you own aft.
Canada is my old stomping ground, landed here fresh from Cybertron, ice cubes and all." He sat up now and flicked snow off of his frame at Lysandra after she transformed.
"Remind us what that thing is supposed to do again, Ratchet? Ya know, despite it looking like something that came out the wrong end of a Dinobot." The Canadian asked, getting up.

(I love Feral and Lys already)

Ratchet-_Autobot-_Somewhere in remote Canada-_Tags;Blazen, Feral, Lysanda
The white and orange mech watched as the others now joined them, at least they seemed like they were trying do more than frag him off.
Or at least he though so until Lysandra leaped on Blazen and then gave Ratchet nicknames which he resented, earning herself a glare and a stray piece of scrap metal tossed her way.
But what Blazen said made some sense as much as Ratchet hated agreeing.
"Yes I...I cannot go on working like this.
Go on a sweep of the area if you will but do not let me stay in stasis for too long." Ratchet moved stood up with some groaning of tired gears and plating.
Ratchet rolled his optics as Blazen referred to his work looking like something not so pleasant.
"Yes, thank you, Blazen, I will pass your compliments on to Grimlock." Ratchet cleared his pipes and gestured to the contraption.
"This is a signal booster.
I plug my radio into it and in theory my comms will broadcasted on a higher frequency so that the scrambler, wherever it may be, cannot interrupt it." He explained to the three.
"No more time can be wasted and remember if you go out that comms are down here, do not go out of each others sight." The old Medic warned before his plating opened, twisted and adjusted until Ratchet was in his alt mode, which allowed him to retain more heat as well.

[little_light]

deathbringer | mech | autobot | warrior | tags: optimus prime, jazz

The predacon fell silent for a bit before he spoke again, "What if the Decepticons are behind this? I for one wouldn't be surprised." DeathBringer stated as he paced a few steps before stopping and looking behind him at the entrance to the base.



lysandra | femme | autobot | scout | tags: blazen, ratchet, feral

When Blazen blew her an air kiss she scoffed and shifted on her peds but not without a subtle blush working it's way across her faceplates, but when he gave her his offer she cocked an optic ridge. "Maybe some other time." She teased back with a small smirk and felt him flick snow on her frame and she shot him a look as she brushed it off. She grabbed a small servo-full of snow he flicked on her and chucked it back at Blazen, not failing to hit his shoulder and she chuckled. When he insulted Ratchet's project she nearly laughed but remembered that it would probably end up working and save their lives so she kept quiet. When the medic finally agreed to get some rest she nodded, "Don't worry Ratchet, I will wake you from recharge when it is time." She said as she watched him transform before turning back to Blazen, shifting her weight to one ped and crossing her arms over her chassis and looked up at him. "Don't do something stupid or get your aft in trouble, I am positive that Ratchet wouldn't be happy to fix you up." She said seriously though there was a hint care for him in her tone but she tried to mask

[ I have a bit of writers block for DeathBringer, I can change either of these. ]

[Tonic_Memories]

☣ＮｉｔｒｏＰｌｕｇ☣

Ｒｉｓｅ！ Ｍａｋｅ ＇ｅｍ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ ｙｏｕｒ ｎａｍｅ
Ｒｉｓｅ！ ＇ｃａｕｓｅ ｉｎ ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｔｒｕｓｔ
NitroPlug • femme • Autobot • front liner trainee • crush: WildStreak • tags: WildStreak

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The orange fea was roving about when a soft ping from her scanners alerted her of an Autobot's energy signal. This one was very familiar, and she knew exactly which bot it belonged to. Increasing her speed she was in luck when the red Ferrari was stopped by a red light. Her own traffic light blinked from green to yellow, and with one last burst of speed she ran through the yellow light in time. A few seconds later the sound of tires squealing echoed through the small town. If Nitro was in bi-pedal mode she could be seen smirking in amusement as WildStreak worked hard on catching up to her. Another ping, this one a bit different, alerted the front-liner of an incoming comm. link. Without a second thought she answered it with a cheery "Hello~" Her voice light as she sang out her greeting.

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Ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ ｐｅｒｃｅｎｔ ｒｅａｓｏｎ ｔｏ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ ｔｈｅ ｎａｍｅ
Feral • mech • Autobot • warrior • crush: none• tags: Ratchet, Blazen, Lysandra

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Trying not to shiver as a small gust of wind breezed over his armor, the red mech watch as Blazen and Lysandra flirted with each other. Feral was a lady's man himself, but there was a time and a place for that. Not when they were stuck in this cold aft organic country. "Don't worry Ratchet, we're just doing a quick check. Besides, we're big mechs we can handle ourselves." Subspacing his plasma blaster, the weapon hummed to life as he nodded towards the femme. "Roger that. Keep Ratchet safe and make sure he doesn't freeze up in this primus-awful weather. We'll be back in roughly half a groon, and will only be about one Earth mile out. If anything happens and you need back up use this flare. It only fires once so use it wisely." Handing Lysandra the flare gun Feral turned around to face Blazen. "Alright mister 'I-don't-feel-the-cold', let's roll out. I want to get this over with and get back to base." Despite being a younger mech, it wasn't uncommon for Feral to take charge of a situation and ensure all of his troops were well taken care of.

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Ｓｈｏｗ ｍｅ ｈｏｗ ｔｏ ｌｉｅ
Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｔｉｍｅ
Jazz • mech • Autobot • TIC & Head of Special Ops • crush: Prowl• tags: Optimus, DeathBringer

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"It coul' be." Jazz replied to DeathBringer. Pausing in his work, the Spec Ops leader flick up a small latch on his right wrist. A plug stuck out. Pulling the plug to its full extent Jazz plugged it into the computers hard drive. The silver mechs body went ridged as his visor lit up a light blue. All types of coding and cybertronian quickly scrolled through the computer and Jazz's visor. Being in Spec Ops meant that Jazz would have to recover information from time to time. Part of getting information meant hacking computers. When the computers were hacked Jazz found it easier to plug himself into the mainframe and pick out pieces of information that was needed. Using the same tactic Jazz had just plugged himself into the computers hard drive and was now on a search for what happened to their medic, and why.

[Crimson_Raven]

Wildstreak-_Autobot-_Patrol-_Tags;NitroPlug
"-_Hello ya self, where you been hidin' at, femme?! Thought I might have ta knock out Jazz and jack up the patrol shifts so we can hang, how come I never see you no more?!_-" Wild said, speeding a small distance behind her and damn he loved the how the sound of their engines intertwined when they drove fast together.
It felt like forever since he'd seen Nitro and it just gave him a sense of belonging and knowing that it was right being with her.
But it hurt as well because of how much he'd missed her whilst they'd been apart.

Optimus Prime-_Autobot-_Base-_Tags;Jazz, Death Bringer
Optimus stood back as Jazz set about with a more thorough attempt to gain some insight on the situation at hand.
"It may well have something to do with them." Optimus agreed with Jazz.
"Things have been too quiet." He added again in response to the dragon-like Predacon and watched Jazz work.
The Prime's plating shifting quietly as he thought.
There hasn't been much activity this week and it had been gnawing at Optimus that something was coming.
The groundbridge malfunctioning had seemed like a fluke at the time, but was it in fact a staged to appear so?
Optimus' plating tightened and his optics grew darker at the sinister thought.
He should know better than to be jumping to conclusions, there was no evidence to suggest this had been set to happed.

Blazen-_Autobot-_Somewhere in remote Canada-_Tags;Ratchet, Feral, Lysandra
Blazen glanced at Lysandra after what he said about the booster, smiling slightly at seeing her lip plates twitch but when she saw him she threw a snowball at him, which he turned away from but felt it squish against his shoukderstrut.
Blazen looked at Feral as the other mech spoke to Ratchet, taking charge of things as he usually had a habit of doing when they had no official leader.
Blazen didn't really mind as long as he didn't have the responsibility.
"Gotcha, Chief.
Don't forget your mittens." The Archer mech smirked and looked towards Lysandra with the smirk still in place as he listened to her.
"Ooo, do I detect a thread of sincerity in your voice there or are you coming down with something?" Blazen's smirk softened just a moment before he grinned at the femme and then raised an optical ridge as Feral passed her a flare gun.
"Sure, she gets a flare gun and I get Frosty The Snowbot for company." He lightly scoffed and went ahead on walking.

[little_light]

deathbringer | mech | autobot | warrior | tags: optimus prime, jazz

DeathBringer watched Jazz sift through the database curiously, it was odd seeing him do it and it intrigued him slightly. When Prime spoke he nodded, "I haven't heard of any activity in a bit, let's hope they aren't planning something big." He added as he began pacing but stopped himself, he was worried for the rest of the team and he didn't want anything to happen to his friends. "If the Decepticons suddenly attack our comrades— wherever they may be— and offline or seriously injure them what will we do?" He said as he huffed in worry, about to sit when he saw Optimus's own worried expression and he gently rested his helm against his arm to distract him, silently reassuring him everything will be alright.

[ he is almost like a giant metal doggo, loyal to the very end and caring for Prime ]



lysandra | femme | autobot | scout | tags: blazen, ratchet, feral

Lysandra took the flare and nodded to Feral, "Understood, I know both of you are very capable of keeping yourselves alive but stay safe, and hopefully I won't need the flare." She said to Feral and Blazen but rolled her optics at Blazen when he asked if she cared. "Personally I don't want to be stuck with grumpy over there." She said in a lowered voice as she motioned to Ratchet, who was finally recharging after a long time. She subspaced the flare and then smiled at the two mechs, "Don't be gone too long, if we were to be attacked I don't think Doc will be of much help." She said before she transformed into her alt mode and brushed against Blazen in goodbye briefly before crouching and leaping swiftly onto the wall of ice and rock, obtaining a high vantage point to keep watch. She blended her plates white, disappearing into the snowy landscape, though her teal optics still shined brightly.

[Tonic_Memories]

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Ｒｉｓｅ！ Ｍａｋｅ ＇ｅｍ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ ｙｏｕｒ ｎａｍｅ
Ｒｉｓｅ！ ＇ｃａｕｓｅ ｉｎ ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｔｒｕｓｔ
NitroPlug • femme • Autobot • front liner trainee • crush: WildStreak • tags: WildStreak

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"-_You? Knock Jazz out? Ha! You do realize he is head of Spec Ops, right?_-" The femme joked. Nitro was very happy that WildStreak was around, she had missed the mech for a long time. The two had been separated from each other, each getting stationed to different bases. After orns of not seeing each other Nitro splashed down on Earth, and even then she hasn't had time for the mech. Between training and being put on patrol the femme hasn't had time to be with Wild in forever. "-_I know, I know. I've been waaaaay too busy. It completely sucks exhaust fumes. I was planning on talking to Jazz and seeing if we can be on shift together._-" Nitro sincerely was sad about not hanging out with her favorite mech.

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Ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ ｐｅｒｃｅｎｔ ｒｅａｓｏｎ ｔｏ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ ｔｈｅ ｎａｍｅ
Feral • mech • Autobot • warrior • crush: none• tags:Blazen, Lysandra

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Feral ignored Blazen's muttering and gave Lysandra a quick wave goodbye. "No worries, this shouldn't take long." The duo left, stomping through the snow as they scouted the area. So far, so good. Nothing was popping up on the mechs radar, and he couldn't physically see anybot around. Just to be sure Feral switched over to thermal radar. Nothing. It was all a cold, barren ice land. "So, you and Ly seem to be hitting it off." The red mech spoke with a suggestive grin.

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Ｓｈｏｗ ｍｅ ｈｏｗ ｔｏ ｌｉｅ
Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｂｅｔｔｅｒ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｔｉｍｅ
Jazz • mech • Autobot • TIC & Head of Special Ops • crush: Prowl• tags: Optimus, DeathBringer

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"Aha!" The mech cried out as he pulled himself away from the computer. "Da glitch doesn' appear ta be of 'Con origin. Howeva, dey seem ta have landed nex' ta 'Con ground. Ah can input da last coordinates an' hopefully we can find 'em." Jazz's visor was bright as a triumphant smile was plastered on his face plates. "Looks like dey landed near Blazes carsh point. Canada." The mech let out a laugh. "Ha! Ol' Hatchet and pretty mech Feral ain't too happy 'bout that! May wanna pack warm Boss Bot."

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Ｗｈａｔ ｔｈｅ ｈｅｌｌ＇ｓ ｇｏｉｎｇ ｏｎ？！
Ｃａｎ ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ ｐｌｅａｓｅ？
Ｗｈｙ Ｉ＇ｍ ｓｗｉｔｃｈｉｎｇ ｆａｓｔｅｒ ｔｈａｎ ｔｈｅ ｃｈａｎｎｅｌｓ ｏｎ ＴＶ？
Jeopardy • femme • Decepticon • Sniper • crush: none• tags:

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The tall and slim Decepticon sniper was lounging around in the break room. She had just finished target practice and had decided to relax for a moment. The femme was known to be rather jumpy, her emotions were constantly on the fritz as she bounced from happy to sad to angry to paranoid within astrosecond. Jeopardy's moodswings have caused her to be feared by a few mechs and femme, or at the least cause bots to be weary around her. Many compared her to Blitzwing, which she hated. Keeping mostly to herself the sniper sat in the corner sipping on her energon ration.