Transformers R.I.D (Robots in Disguise)

[ιƲɴλρરίɱε]

OOC: Major Lennox is still a NPC, right? So everyone can use him? I’m just checking. =3

[MagicGirl]

(You know I haven't thought of that. Hmm, how about he and Epps and ect are npcs until someone makes a form for them? Sound good?)

[ιƲɴλρરίɱε]

OOC: Okay; I was just wondering because I planned on using him on those terms. Just for a couple of posts, of course, not the whole roleplay. =)

[MagicGirl]

(Ok go ahead. And thanks for pointing that out =))

[webkinzfan12]

OOC:Hola, guys!
"Hi, guys!" Laurel said on top of Silver Alert. She was in her cyborg form, nibbling on a chocolate doughnut and an eclair. She swallowed as S.A lowered her to the ground. In her left hand was her rolling suitcase, her right, a bag of Oreos. She wasn't unhealthy, she just liked sweets, and needed the calores. "So, we're going to Russia? Cool! Do you think we can sight see? I hope we can go to Anastasia's castle! But hopefully we wont see the road of bones and the Church on the Blood would be freaky. Did you know Anastasia's family was buried their? Maybe we'll get some chocolate! Maybe we'll see Irina Spasky! That'd be cool un less she tried to kill us..." Laurel said quickly. The sugar made her hyper, or maybe she was tired.
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Silver Alert face-palmed herself. Hyper Laurel stood infront of the two girls smiling her face off, trying to offer Oreos to Luna and Gabrielle. She chuckled, then froze. She picked up a energy sig re, and scanned the area. She couldn't find anyone...

[ιƲɴλρરίɱε]

Luna was on her way to the cargo plane when she spotted a flash of red out of the corner of her eye. Turning on a dime like a dressage horse, she saw one of the newer… ‘recruits’, so to speak: Cybrella. The femme had been an assassin for the Decepticons, but for some, unknown reason, she’d defected from the group to join the other side. Still, Luna was tense around her. Not only was she a femme without a spark mate, making her competition in Luna’s eyes, she’d killed countless Autobots. And she’d been good at it. As the daughter of Optimus, Luna should have been more forgiving… but she was also the daughter of a woman who’d been killed mercilessly by the Decepticons. Luna had learned quick not to have her back turned to the ’Cons, and just because they felt ’regret’ didn’t mean they wouldn’t take out a threat as formidable as the possible, future leader of the Autobots.

Just at the thought, Luna could feel her skin itching to change formats into her armour. She fought it down, though. It wouldn’t look to good to the soldiers, who had to trust Cybrella if they were going to fight together. They couldn't afford discrepancies in the NEST group, at least not when they were on missions. That could make a situation that was already bad go to catastrophic. Still, that didn’t mean Luna had to be comfortable with Cybrella, and she knew she never would be.

At the moment when Luna was finishing with those thoughts, she heard a familiar voice cry out. She turned with a smile to see her two friends, Laurel and Silver Alert. As always, Laurel had a bag of sweets with her. Of course, when you used as much calories as everyone else at base, candy was an excellent boost. She could probably eat as many as she wanted and never gain weight with all the physical activity needed on base. Still, the sugar made Laurel jittery, and the human girl chattered incessantly about the late princess Anastasia of Russia. Luna smiled. She wasn’t the only one excited to visit the icy country. When Laurel offered her some Oreos, Luna took them: they were great ways to keep her mind off of Cybrella.

“Thanks, Laurel,” The teen girl smiled, taking a quick bite, “Actually, I think we’re going to be farther north than where Anastasia lived; in the tundra. Hope you brought a coat.”

[MagicGirl]

Gabrielle and Razor laughed at Laurel's hiperness. “Maybe after the misson we can. You know, like a girls day out. Though I don't think Irena will be there.” Gabrielle said with a smile. “At lest I hope not. Have any choalote ones? Or Jolly Ranchers?” Razor had noticed the other femme as well and gave her a nod. While she also was wery of the ex-autobot killer, she herself knew that D-cons chould and can change. If not, she would be in big troble with her mechfriend. “When are we leaving? Might as well get this plane ride overwith.” Razor asked Luna turning her attention away from Cyberella.

[ιƲɴλρરίɱε]

“I’m not quite sure--” Luna was cut off before she could get the words out of her mouth. Major Lennox strode up to the group; he was obviously ready to get going just as much as they were. The black-haired man seemed a little more tense, though rightly so; many a time they’d flown into an area that seemed harmless only to lose a dozen soldiers.

“It’s time to load up, ladies,” The Major announced. Luna gave him a curt nod, cramming the remaining Oreos into her mouth and swallowing without tasting them. Lennox eyed her worriedly for a moment, as if he expected the girl to choke, but didn’t voice an opinion, merely walking off to the C-17 and up the ramp.

“Let’s roll!” Luna bellowed, giving her best impersonation of her father with a loud laugh afterwards as she ran to the plane. Without waiting, she took her assigned seat, checking the P-90† placed there with utmost scrutiny before turning to the Desert Eagles‡ secured at her hips. They were her first line of defense; without them, she’d be forced to use her armour, and that still yet sapped a lot of energy from her. After she was done with her near obsessive checks, Luna sat down and strapped herself to the seat. Take-off was quickly approaching, and a seatbelt became her best friend every time. She looked to the others outside, hoping they would hurry up. In a few hours, Luna would finally see Bumblebee again, and she couldn’t wait.

Luna’s Weapons:

† http://thumbnail.image.rakuten.co.jp/@0_mall/ggimport/cabinet/gun03/p-90.jpg
‡ http://www.lipseys.com/eImages/DE_Black.jpg

[lillyana]

She smiled. "Let's roll". That was a favorite saying of Optimus. She knew they were different. She followed again at a distance, but she knew that she had been spotted, so she acted as human and ordinary as possible. Her hand traveled from her side to the pistol in her jacket pocket, just in case.

[MagicGirl]

Gabrielle and Razor sighed. “Let's get this party started.” Razor said then transformed and drove into the plane. Gabrielle did what Luna did only with mini stun guns and a tazzer. When she was done she spun the guns around her fingers then put them in her hip holders. “Nice, Luna. You just need to be 20 or so feet tall and a guy and you'll be giving you father a run for his money. I'll meet you in the seats; hope your fine with the ale seat.” Gabrielle then walked to one of the window seats, (or at lest what would be the window seat if C-17s had them) two more open next to her. While it ment she wouldn't be able to get out into the ale fast, it still ment she could avoid being bumped into.