EB - Troop Notes

RPG - It's Not A Vacation! Part 2

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 12:36:04 GMT

Part 2 of the new RPG, written in Storyboard style, in English. Part 2 is now open to more characters.

Once the group arrives at the mill, Sonar immeadiately transforms, with Quickstep doing the same not long after

Sonar: Well, looks like a nice enough place. Pretty quiet.

Quickstep: And peaceful I would imagine.

Sonar grins as SilverSide and Chakée transform too.

Sonar: Just your kind of place then, eh Quickstep?

Quickstep ignores Sonar and turns to the other two 'bots.

Quickstep: You say the leader of the EB-Troop is Horizone, correct? Do you believe it possible that he himself sent us the signal?

RPG - It's Not A Vacation!

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 11:58:05 GMT

A new RPG, written in Storyboard style, in English with this first part only open to to Sonar, Quickstep, Chakée and SilverSide - the second part and onwards will be open to other characters.

On a quiet road in Austria, two cars are blazing along at high speed. One is a silver Ford Mustang SVT Cobra and the other is a red and silver Bugatti Veyron.

Quickstep: Sonar, will you *please* slow down?! You're going to get us pulled over by the police if you continue to drive at this speed!

Sonar: Calm down, I'm just spinning my wheels! After being cooped up in that fraggin' plane for over 10 hours, I think I'm entitled to a little speed!

Quickstep: You spin your wheels anytime you get the chance! This isn't a vacation, Sonar, we're here on an important mission.

Sonar: To check out Decepticon activity in these parts, yeah I know. I did read the mission brief, Quickstep.

Quickstep: Good - then you'll also know who we're going to be meeting up with and where.

Sonar: Sure I do! We're meeting...er...

Quickstep: *lets out an exasperated sigh* We're meeting Autobots SilverSide and Chakée, they're members of the EB-Troop - Autobots who keep an optic on goings on here in Europe.

Sonar: *mumbles* I knew that.

Quickstep: We're meeting them just outside the city of Salzburg. We still have another hour until we reach the city and if you get us pulled over, we're going to be late!

Sonar: We won't be late! Calm you're circuits down before they explode. You're worse than Prowl!

Quickstep: And *you're* worse than Sideswipe and Sunstreaker! Look, this mission is a simple one, but will establish important connections between our Autobot factions, so it's imperative we conduct this assignment with care and using correct proceedures.

Sonar: So it's not a vacation?

Quickstep: No, Sonar, it's *not* a vacation!

The two Autobots drive on towards Salzburg to meet with SilverSide and Chakée.

So about that revolution . . .

Mon, 11 Feb 2008 05:09:39 GMT

(Just for the record, I'm actually using an RPG account here because I'm lazy. My personal journal is halfling_rogue.)

I'm sure the vast majority of us have bemoaned the execution of Beast Machines. Many of us are just as convinced that it could easily have been done better. Some of us are even convinced that we could have done better.

Want to see if it can be done?

The Reformation is a new RPG set up on LiveJournal. It takes the premise of Beast Machines and rewrites it from the bottom up, allowing for the introduction of characters from G1, Armada, Energon -- you name it -- as well as original characters. Knowledge of Beast Machines is certainly not necessary. Knowledge of Beast Wars, while handy, is also not necessary.

A certain amount of players and important characters (eg. Optimus Primal) are needed before the game can start. Applications are not yet open, but the FAQ and Reserves posts are. The game is still undergoing some very minor tweaking, but for the most part, all the important stuff is up. Those new to LJ-style roleplaying are welcome to contact me at any time, here, in the FAQ, or on AIM.

Hope to see you there!

German - RPG

Fri, 25 Jan 2008 07:14:02 GMT

- Part 2 -
As promised here is the continuing post of the short-RPG "Rally needs a break"
in german this time, per request. ;)

Last two posts...

</a></b></a>suzidragonlady
2007-11-23 09:50 am (local) (von 194.140.254.9) (Link) <input ... > Auswählen

East: "Shut up Leapline, you idiot! And you Remise, you should be carful with what you are saying..."
East pushes Leapline hard to the side to get him out of the firing line, jumps towards Remise and kicks him backwards. Then East faces SilverSide.

East: "...also want a taste?"

Chakée:" Ey, get back here, I'm not finished with you!"
While Chakée was looking at East LeapLine starts an attack on him.

(Darauf antworten)(Kommentar davor)(Nachfolgende Kommentare)

	</a></b></a>lizkay 2007-12-12 01:03 pm (local) (von 194.140.254.9) (Link) <input ... > Auswählen
	SilverSide: "from you? Always! I am going to show you some 'real' power." SilverSide grabs a big part of metal which has been washed up by the mud, he throws it at East who get's hit rather hard. SilverSide: "Rally, are you okay?" Remise: "Rather yes..." Remise stands up and walks forward to SilverSide. Remise: "..as if these would be a problem..."

So let's continue that in german ;)

Sunblazer's backstory

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 16:30:30 GMT

Hi,

Here is the back story to my character Sunblazer.

HISTORY: 2007 movie history.

NAME: Sunblazer

LIVING FAMILY Rian, younger sibling

AGE: Subadult (almost adult.) Equivalent to 17.

FACTION: Autobot (but see detailed info below)

STRENGTHS: Fast and nimble in robot form, compassionate, particularly when dealing with organic life, adaptable

WEAKNESSES Impulsive, stubborn, rebellious at times, compassion as detailed above will sometimes lead to her taking risks.

MORE DETAILS:

When the Autobot/Decepticon war started, Sunblazer and Rian's parental units chose to be neutral. When the parental units were killed in crossfire, Rian and Sunblazer chose sides-but they did not both choose the same one.

While Rian joined the Autobots (wanting to help others and stop the senseless waste), Sunblazer angry and wanting to survive the conflict, joined the Decepticons (as she thought the Autobots, while protecting others, would get thenselves wiped out.) Finding out more about the Decepticon cause (and not liking it) Sunblazer began to question her allegience. She made a friend a bit younger than her, but when he tried to defect to the Autobots, got caught, and was slowly killed in front of everybody as an example, her own thoughts of leaving were overcome by her fear.

Although still doubtful some time on, she did nothing about it until a chance meeting and conversation with the Autobot medic Ratchet made her realise organic beings were not as resilient as she had at first thought. Where she had used a force she thought was nonlethal to get organic natives out of the way, she came to realise that with organic beings, even that would kill them.

Horrified at the realisation that she had killed hundreds of innocents without realising it, coupling this with the questions she already had, she defected, striking out on her own after giving the Autobots what little knowledge she possessed in the hope that it would save lives. Her sister, Rian, and Bumblebee were sent to watch her, find out if she really had left or not, and protect her if she came under attack from her former comrades for defecting.

While watching her, Rian and Bumblebee saw nothing to suggest she was a spy, and Optimus Prime and Ratchet volunteered to come out and approach her, with Rian and Bumblebee, to find out if she would join the Autobot's side.

Soon after, a group of five Decepticons found Sunblazer and proceeded to attack her. Rian and Bumblebee managed to help hold them off, and the battle was turned by Optimus and Ratchet's arrival, but a last-ditch attack before the Decepticons fled left Sunblazer more dead than alive. Ratchet managed to stabilise her, and get her back and fix her up. After recovering, and a lot of soul-searching-Sunblazer joined the Autobots.

Much later, after becoming separated from everybody, including her sibling, she picks up a signal sent out by Optimus Prime, calling to any surviving Autobots to join him at his location, so sets her navigational sensors to head for a small, watery planet called Earth.....

~Lugianna~

Rian and sunblazer's story-continued

Thu, 22 Nov 2007 01:41:28 GMT

Well, I tried to post Chapter four in my last post, and got an error message..."Post too large." So, I must put chapters 4, 5, and 6 in this post...sorry.

This one is entirely Sunblazer's point of view, but it;'s important, because Sunblazer realises just how fragile organic beings are, and it changes everything for her.

WARNING: It gets descriptively gory in here. You have been warned.

CHAPTER FOUR

THE DECISIVE BATTLE

SUNBLAZER

It dawned, like many other days-sunny, some cloud in the sky, with a breeze. We were heading to deal with a small Autobot force which lay between us and easier access to another pocket of the resources we needed by ground.

Also between it and us, nestled in the pass between two areas of high ground, was a native settlement. Although they were pre-industrial, this settlement filled the pass, with just a few native-sized paths up through to the other side. The only way through, other than through the settlement was by air, or by going around the mountains, which would take a week longer.

More than half of us had vehicular forms unsuitable for atmospheric air travel. For those who did, they would have to take those of us who did not in two waves. That would mean splitting our forces up to three ways-first wave of transportees, second wave of transportees, and those doing the transporting. This was too risky, leaving the first wave of transportees to guard the other side while picking up the second wave, when there were Autobot forces so close, who might take advantage of a drop in numbers to attack.

Neither were our commanders willing to delay by a week, so it was decided-we would go through. After all, the natives were pre-industrial. What risk could they be to us? Those of us with atmospheric ariel forms would fly, while the rest of us would move through the settlement on the ground.

This was the sort of mission I hated-where organic beings would get in the way. I only used necessary force to move them, the sort of force that would stun or disorient an enemy, to get them out of our way, but others of the group had no compunction about using what I felt was unnecessary force.

As usual, the natives, much smaller than most of us, were terrified, fleeing into their dwellings or running through the streets in fear. As they did, the usual happened. Some of our forces began casually using them as target practice.

As always, the loss of organic life and the waste of precious energy and resources in causing needless pain and death disgusted me, but I had learned the hard way early on not to criticise, particularly not to criticise those either older than me or those who ranked me. Since I was both young and low in the hierarchy, that included almost everyone else in the Decepticon forces, So I just kept my vocal processor quiet and my thoughts to myself.

We were surprised about halfway through by Autobot forces. Although I did not realise it at the time, they had come to defend the natives from my trigger-happy comrades. Their wasteful practice had precipitated this attack.

I don’t think the Autobots realised what a huge mistake this was until they realised we were doing more damage to the city by fighting within it. By the time they realised, they tried to draw us out of the city, but our commanders refused to move.

For my part, the moment we were attacked, I swung into action with my usual ferocity, fed by a fear of being vulnerable, although I was more cautious about being hit; the battle where Ratchet had patched me up had made me more wary of getting that badly hurt again. I was lucky he was there that time: next time I might not be so fortunate.

Unfortunately, in the middle of a settlement, and too often unable to watch where my feet landed, native casualties were incurred. This had happened in other battles, usually when a few natives were n the wrong place at the wrong time-regrettable, but there would always be collateral damage when there was a war in progress.

This, however, was in a built-up area, with a greater concentration of natives, so the casualties were many, many more than anything else I had seen. It was at this point that the Autobots tried to draw us away, to a less populous location to continue our battle, but our commanders, realising what they were trying to do and not caring a bit, deliberately refused to move.

Too often, as I shot at or dodged a shot, I felt something organic under my feet break-or worse, squelch. I could not spare the time to look (and am now very glad I did not) but at times, the ground underfoot was either slippery or sticky, for many of the organic life forms were leaking.

Also, far too often, the organic’s dwellings got bashed into, shot at, blundered into, or trodden on in the melee. The beings trapped within were screaming, whimpering and crying out, and although I could not turn off my audio processors-because they could help me anticipate an attack, I had to tune out their cries.

As I dodged and blasted my way through the city, I was not immune to being shot myself, and one Autobot got a lucky shot in. Ratchet’s welds held as the shot hammered into my side-Ratchet knew how to make a weld strong-but it was a powerful enough blast to knock me over.

As I fell, one of the small humanoid natives hurried to get out of the way of my falling bulk, but tripped and fell directly under my landing spot. Luckily for it, one of my arms got trapped beneath me, so that instead of being squashed or smashed, it got trapped between my chest plates and the ground.

I was about to get up, find out which Autobot had fired that blast, and return the favour tenfold, when I felt something shuddering against my chest plate.

It was the native, shaking and whimpering beneath me. I had heard that some organic beings sometimes reacted in this way to extreme cold, or extreme fear. The temperature did not seem extreme, and none of the other natives had shuddered like this before our advance, so the shaking and whimpering must have been a fear reaction. The little organic must have been absolutely terrified.

I cannot, even now, describe the wash of feelings-some I had not had since childhood, some I had never had, some I had never had in this form before-that flooded me at that moment.

Shame. Fear-for the little life cowering against me. An urge to protect it, to fight for it, if necessary, to risk my Spark to keep it safe. This tiny being, if I were to rise and fight again, would be in danger of being shot, trampled, swept aside, injured, or killed. So, I stayed where I was, as though the shot had done me more damage than it had, to protect and shelter the little native. I could always say my leg had given way again, as a result of the earlier damage. A smear on Ratchet’s reputation, maybe, but what price this native’s life?

Although in the position I was in-face down and prone-I could not see what was going on, I could hear, and by the sounds of it, the Autobots were winning. For once I was pleased that it was the Autobots claiming victory; glad that I could hear the call for the Decepticons to fall back, and them doing so. Even after the sounds faced into the distance, to be absolutely certain, I stayed where I was for some time, to be sure they were gone, so the native would be safe. Then I levered myself up far enough to release the native from under my chest plates. The native shot off, without a backwards glance.

At that point, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and a voice say “Not you again!I don’t know why I bother when you just get shot up again. Carry on like this, and you’ll get terminated for sure!”

As Ratchet tried to turn me, I rolled too, assisting him. I think it was then that he realised I was not severely damaged, for he stepped back, and within moments had activated his lethal-looking rotating saw blade.

It took me just a few seconds to realise that he thought I was trying to ambush him. Still lying on my back and putting my hands up at my chest level, palms out, I forced my voice to be calm as I said “I told you last time. I am not your enemy. Feel free to scan me, my arm lasers are powered down. I mean you no harm.” He turned his saw off, but still watched me warily as I rose.

“A native got trapped beneath me. I did not want to rise while the battle was still going on.” I explained. “I didn’t want it to get hurt. It went off that….” As I pointed and looked over at the direction the little native had fled in, the rest of my words died in my throat and my optics widened as I took in the scene in front of me.

The settlement was almost totally destroyed. Dwellings and meeting places were flattened, had roofs missing, or caved in, or walls destroyed. From within some of these rubble piles, faint cries could be heard. Fires burned here and there, and the bodies of natives lay scattered about like leaves. The bodies were all lots of different sizes, I noticed-and some of them were much smaller than others.

Many of them had leaked-red fluid ran down streets or congealed stickily in pools, or was splattered over the walls of the dwellings. Too much of that same red stuff, now getting sticky, was on my own feet.

Carefully, I approached one of the prone natives, as Ratchet watched. I poked it with my smallest digit, and when that got no response, I carefully picked it up. It flopped brokenly in my hands, and it, too was splattered with its own leaked red fluid. I approached Ratchet, holding the native out to him.

“It’s been leaking, and it seems to be broken, too. Will you fix it? Please?” I asked. I carefully handed the floppy, flaccid body to Ratchet, who cradled it equally gently in his hands. He lifted it close to his optics, scanned it briefly, but then shook his head. I was bewildered.

"But you helped me, and I’m a Decepticon, an enemy of you Autobots. What have these natives done that is so bad that you won’t treat them when they need repair?” Ratchet blinked in surprise. Then he shook his head again, and the bleak gaze he gave me chilled me.

“It is not that I will not treat this being, it is that I cannot.” he said.

“But-I was seriously injured, without you I probably would have lost my Spark. You mended me, you’ve healed others, you can fix anyone!” I protested. Ratchet sighed.

“Cybertronians, yes, I agree. If I cannot fix them, then it is likely that nobody can.” Ratchet replied. “Organic units are different, very different from our form of life. Organic life forms are far more fragile than our own, far less resilient, more prone to damage, and do not self-repair in the same way. Minor injuries and some major injuries, yes, they self-repair, but in the time it takes to do so, their injuries can kill them. When they leak, that too can kill them. A blow we would hardly feel can kill them.” He demonstrated by giving me a light slap on the arm. “That is like a play blow to you, but that amount of force will damage them so badly they will die, even if it does not kill them outright.”

“That-would kill them?” I said in horror, thinking of all the times I had slapped organics aside harder than that, thinking that they would self-repair and be okay.

“Yes. They break so easily, and when organic forms break or leak as much as they have here, they die. They cannot be recovered or refilled and reanimated. Injuries we would take for granted, that we accept as minor hazards of the way we live, would kill them.” He lifted the native he was holding in one of his hands.

“I cannot help this one because he is dead. So are most of those others, but I must help. I wish I could help those trapped, but we are so large that we would kill more than we would save if we tried to get them out. We must leave the excavation to their own kind."
He put down the native I had handed him, and moved out, checking the other bodies for signs of life, leaving me speechless.

My processors were almost overloading. What Ratchet had told me indicated one thing: all those organic beings that I and other Decepticons had brushed aside as mere irritations were more than likely dead. I had assumed that most of them had self repaired and got on with their lives, but if what Ratchet said was true…then most of them were dead. I recalled how light a tap Ratchet had demonstrated could kill these creatures, and winced as I compared the harder blows I had dealt to scatter and clear organics in the past. If what Ratchet said was true, the chance of any of them surviving was very slim.

So what kind of monster did that make me?

I had participated unknowingly in the wholesale slaughter of innocent beings.

I moved out silently behind Ratchet, helping him scan the prone natives, and sorting the living from the dead. I caught Ratchet’s optic every time I found a live one, handing them to him.

They were distressingly few.

Ratchet repaired those that he could, and left them-and those who would, with time, self-repair in their slow, organic way-where their fellows would find them. Then he left, with no further acknowledgement of my presence. Presumably, he was heading for the Autobot base.

I would be expected to return to the Decepticon base, but did not want to. Those few questions I had been asking myself after being fixed by Ratchet in the earlier battle were raised again, along with a whole bunch of others.

I re-examined my opinions, factoring in the fact that the Autobots tried to protect others from the effects of our conflict not because they were idealists, but because they realised how fragile other forms of life-or the organic ones at any rate-were. I had not known this, and in my ignorance, I must have killed hundreds. Shame and guilt overcame me, along with a realisation.

I had joined the wrong side.

Here is Chapter Five.

CHAPTER FIVE

DEFECTION

SUNBLAZER

I no longer wished to be part of the Decepticon forces, killing without care, for nothing more than power and a long-standing grudge. I was certain that most of the other Decepticons had no illusions about the fragility of organic creatures. Even if they did, a lot of them knew how much unnecessary force to use to destroy them, for I had seen some of them do just that, when there was no doubt that they were dead after their assault.

However, I realised, I could not just go off and join the Autobots either. There was no way they could take the risk. I could be a plant, a spy, or a saboteur. They would have no way of knowing my regret was genuine. They would be unable to accept me because there was no way they could trust me.

Ironically, the only option that appeared to be open to me was the one I had originally scorned: neutrality. However, I would not cower and stay hidden in mine; I would try to help keep casualties down in the battles, and help the natives in my own way. At this point, there was only one thing I could do to help, and that was to tell the Autobots what little I knew of planned Decepticon movements. I knew the general direction they planned to move in, and what they wanted there. The rest would be up to the Autobots. Perhaps my knowledge could save some lives, limited though it was.

I didn’t care any more that the Decepticons would see my defection as a betrayal, let alone giving the Autobots this knowledge: I wanted nothing more to do with the Decepticons. The realisation about organic beings had pushed me to make this choice. I was seen as a risk-taker, After all, this was just another risk. A big one, admittedly, but maybe I could find a way to turn the odds in my favour.

I turned in the direction Ratchet had gone in, copying what I knew onto a data chip. It took me a while to find it, because it was, of course, well hidden, but soon enough, I was headed for the perimeter of the Autobot’s temporary base on this world.

RIAN

“Alert! Decepticon at the gates!” the cry went up. One of the other younger Autobots was the one raising the alarm, running in.

The cry roused me from my own thoughts, not that I’d had a lot of time to devote to idle thought. Between the battles, and the preparations for Leader Prime’s arrival (to raise morale and share intel), time to myself was a rare luxury.

Ratchet had met my sibling again, after the last engagement. He had thought she’d been damaged again, but it turned out she had feigned damage in order to protect an organic she’d been sheltering with her body. He said she had seemed distressed when she had finally realised just how fragile their kind were, and he had some hope that she might come to her senses. If so, perhaps she could be captured-for rescue purposes-in a future engagement. However, we would have to wait a time to see if anything she said and did indicated a desire to change sides. I earnestly hoped this would be the case, but for now, with this alert, I had to push these thoughts to the back of my processors, for there was a potential threat outside.

Powering up my arm lasers, I ran to the entrance with some of the others. I was joined along the way by Bumblebee, the smallest of our little band. He too was powering up his in-built weapons, but also getting his scanning technology on-line. Together, we approached the entrance, ready to repel one or more invaders. At first a bigger and more heavily-armoured Autobot held us back, cautioning us about putting ourselves in danger, but then another said “I think Rian should be allowed to approach. I believe it’s that sibling of hers.” The arm holding us back was lowered, and I moved to the front of the group, with Bumblebee right behind me.

The caution had been totally unnecessary, for the dejected-looking figure standing some distance back, head bowed and no weapons showing, was not looking to cause trouble.

It was Sunblazer.

She showed signs of the recent skirmish-her bodywork was still in the process of self-repairing, with a few smoothing-out dents and scratches, and organic blood was congealed on her feet and up her lower legs. She was looking with trepidation at the assembled ‘bots.

I stepped forward slowly, calling “Sunblazer?” to catch her attention. Upon spotting me, it seemed to give her the courage to speak out.

“I want to speak to the silver Autobot who leads your forces. And Ratchet.” she said, then, realising it sounded like an order, she added “Please.” She looked at the growing assortment of ‘bots as Bumblebee went to fetch Jazz and Ratchet.

“I mean you no harm.” She said. “You can see my weapons are hidden and powered down.” The two Autobots who had been surreptitiously scanning her both nodded: she was speaking the truth.

At that moment, Bumblebee returned, leading both Jazz and Ratchet to the front with me.

“You wanted to speak with us?” Jazz asked. Sunblazer nodded. Slowly, she raised one of her arms, and two of the guards immediately trained their cannons on her, then lowered them as they realised it was for the purpose of displaying what she held in her fingers; a data chip.

“Yes please. I came to give you this.” I had never seen Sunblazer so meek with anyone before. She lowered the hand a little, and then threw the data chip. Her aim was true; it landed a few inches from Jazz’s left foot. Jazz picked it up and handed it to Bumblebee without taking his eyes off Sunblazer.

“I don’t know a lot, but maybe the little I know, shared with you, may help you to save lives.” Sunblazer said. “I’ve come to tell you that I will personally never trouble you again. I’ve realised that I joined the wrong side. I made a mistake. I don’t want to be a Decepticon any more. The senseless waste of life….” She tailed off. “From now on, I’m neutral.” She said.

Bumblebee, who had scanned the chip, communicated va a databurst to Jazz, who said “Bumblebee said that some of this is consistent with our own intel.” He told him. Jazz turned towards Sunblazer.

“We need to discuss this with our leader, Optimus Prime. He is expected very soon. You come with us and we’ll arrange for you to expain all this to him yourself-“

He never finished his sentence, for Sunblazer just cried “NO!” and before anyone could react, was running as fast as she could, away from the base.

“Should I pursue?” asked a guard. Jazz shook his head.

“No, there is no need. I thought it might be of benefit to her more than us, but if she does not want to, she does not have to.”

“What an odd reaction.” communicated Bumblebee. Despite having no functioning vocal processor, he had utilised other communication methods to make his opinions and ideas heard. “We would never harm her, surely she realises that. So why did she run?”

Everybody, I realised, was looking at me for the answer, and for once, I had it. I knew my sibling, and knew what sort of emotion would provoke her shout-and-run reaction. It was nothing to do with fear.

“Sunblazer didn’t run because she was scared.” I said “She ran because she’s ashamed of herself. She’s too ashamed to look Leader Prime in the face.”

SUNBLAZER

As I fled the Autobot base, my memory processors were trying to work out where I would go and what I would do next. I needed a base- a cave, perhaps, or an overhang, the more well-hidden (and the further from the area of influence of either faction) the better. However, I had more immediate concerns, and was glad to spot a stream ahead.

Splashing into it, I reached down, to scrub the sticky (and in some cases dried) red stuff from the organics off my armour. Hands, feet and legs all had some on. I rubbed and splashed until it was all gone. Maybe it seemed a trivial matter, but it was no trivial matter to me.

I remained there for some time, making sure it was all gone, and searching my memory processors for any record of a cave or overhang. Eventually, I chose one. It would not do as a permanent base, but for a few hours, while I dealt with other issues, it would do.

RIAN

Our leader, Optimus Prime turned up not too long at all after Sunblazer’s abrupt departure. Jazz must have related the entire story, for I was told soon after his arrival that Leader Prime wanted to speak to me.

Live everyone else there, I had seen him, heard him speak, but had never spoken to him face-to-face, and I was nervous. I had heard many stories of Leader Prime’s deeds, and so went to meet him with my circuits tingling with nervousness.

He asked me about my sibling, and then said “In your opinion, is her regret genuine?”

“Yes, Leader Prime.” I said. “But remember, she is my sibling. Perhaps I know her best, but it is possible that I am influenced by bias."

“I asked Ratchet the same question earlier.” Leader Prime told me. “He too has met her, and I value his opinion. He is often an excellent judge of character.” He, too feels that she is genuine, but we cannot be too careful.” He told me.

“I need two volunteers to go after her, to watch her and observe her actions and behaviour. If she is a spy, acting under orders from the Decepticons, she will at some point attempt to contact them. If she is not, her actions will show this.” He said.

“Sir, I’d like to volunteer to be one of the two.” I said. Leader Prime nodded once.

“I had hoped you would, as you know her. Your companion has already volunteered and I’m sure that the pair of you will work well together, as I know that your knowledge and his skills will be very useful. I would like you and Bumblebee to leave as soon as you are ready. We do not want to lose her. Please also get Ratchet to check that your weapons and armour are in optimum condition.”

“Sir?” I said. “Are we expected to fight?”

“I would hope that you will not need to, but it is best to be prepared.” Leader Prime said. “I want you to tail her without being seen, to observe her behaviour and ascertain if her regret and defection are genuine. If it is genuine, you may indeed be required to fight, because when the Decepticons find out she’s left, they’ll want to have her Spark for it.”

As I am losing my internet access from tomorrow, Chapter Six may be some time in coming, so please be patient.

UPDATE: These chapters will be going up in late December, when I'll have more Net access and can just copy and paste the address of the chapoters on my ff.net account. Once again, trying to add a chapter, makes the post too large. Doing it this way is just WAY too cumbersome!

Chapter Six: On The Run/On Her Tail

Chapter Seven: Hide and Seek

Chapter Eight: Hell Hath No Fury....

Chapter Nine: ...Like Decepticons Scorned

I hope you are enjoying it so far.

Lugianna