Transformers: Steel Reign

[Dark Silver]

Scene: Tokyo, Japan
Time: 1100 hours Local

Optimus Prime looked over the city horizon, his blue optics taking in the sight of Tokyo. The cheers of the humans gathered in the city park - humans here to Honor him and his fellow Autobots - was satisfactory to his audio sensors.

Below him, on the podium, the Japanese Royal Family had arrived to bestow the honor in person. If he was human, he would have been humbled by this show of utmost respect, but he was not. As it stood, he felt honored by this, and more so by the statue erected by the citizens of Japan.

The statue was steel, bronze, silver and gold, a proud depiction of the Autobot Leader, surrounded by the crew of the Ark. The statue was life-sized, the Autobots gleaming in the bright afternoon sun.

The human Emperer made his way to the podium, cleared his throat, and began to speak.

His voice was drowned out by the sound of several hypersonic booms, the glass windows of the nearby skyscrappers blew outward, as the Autobot Commander scanned the sky.

"Powerglide, Jetfire, in the air! Autobots, protect the humans! We have Decepticon incoming!"

The Autobots spread out expertly, in a manner only taught by millions of years of constant warfare. Even as Optimus gave his orders, and the Autobots scattered, the first bolts of laserfire struck the ground around the robots.

Thundercracker streaked through the air, his lasers tearing up the ground, incinerating humans, and impacting the Autobot armor.

"Here's a message from Megatron" Thundercracker spoke, his voice traveling over the comm frequencies to reach Autobot audio receptors. Suddenly, a single bomb was released from beneath the blue and black F-15 that was the Decepticon Seeker's alt-form, a puff of vapor, and the bomb streak out, narrowly missing Optimus, and instead, impacting into the statue.

Fire poured over the statue, which exploded outward. Humans were caught in the shower of molten metal, their flesh eaten away in seconds, as Thundercracker streaked away, Autobot laser and missle fire missing him.


Autobots moved to rescue as many humans as they could from the shower of metal, Optimus himself barely saving the Emperor from being washed away in a wave of molten bronze.

Thundercracker was already half way across the city, by the time Jetfire made his report, "Optimus....Thundercracker just circled around....and he brought company..."

On the distant horizon- four small dots appeared, circling the smaller dot which was Thundercracker. Optimus' optical sensors quickly tightened the image, enhancing it till they came into stark view.

"By the Matrix.....Guardian Robots..."


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Location: Washinton D.C., United States
Time: Late Evening

Megatron walked through the streets of Washington D.C., his cold white armor didn't gleam in the bright full moonlight. Next to him, strode Soundwave, always attentive, always loyal. Their footsteps echoed upon the paved streets, their optics scanning infront of them, and Megatron's faceplate held a twisted grin, like one of triumph.

"Starscream, report."

"1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is being fortified, human police officers and military, only two of their tanks..."

"Lord Megatron," Soundwave's monotone voice spoke up, "Radar detects incoming F-22's from Douglas. ETA: Three Minutes."

"Starscream, Skywarp, Ramjet, eliminate the human jets. Soundwave, signal the Omega Sentinal, proceed to the White House. Initiate the Guardian Robots."

"At once mighty Megatron" all four Decepticons comfirmed their orders, and went to their duties.

The air was filled with the dance of a aerial ballet, as the Decepticon Seekers tangled with the human piloted jets. As advanced as the F-22 Raptors were, and as relatively ancient the Decepticon's jet diguises looked, they were still backed by Cybertronian science, positronic neuronets which could perform calculations and manuvers far faster than the humans wetware.

Human jets became nothing more than balls of flaming debris in midair as the three Seekers did what they did best. Within moments, it was all over.

Megatron and Soundwave strode onto Pennsylvania Avenue only to stop as the first bullets impact their armor.

"Megatron, you will halt in the name of the President of the United States. Any further movement will be considered an act of War, and we will open fire."

"Pathetic humans.....you think your toys could stop me?"

Megatron's laugh rolled over the humans, his head tilted back in mirth, as his right arm lifted, energy crackling around the tip of the cannon.

"I have a meeting with your President...stand aside, or I will kill the lot of you."

The answer to Megatron's demand was for the humans to open fire, various caliber bullets impacting against Cybertronian alloys. The hand held weapons of the humans were almost all but inconsequential, but still, there was the slight chance that a bullet could find a chink in their armor, strike a vital system.

As such, Megatron's fusion cannon burped forth hot energy, incinerating the humans, their cars, the roadblock, and weapons all in less than a second. Undaunted, Megatron and Soundwave continue on their way.

"The President has been removed to a subterranian bunker, approximatly five levels below the White House," Soundwave reported as he monitored the human radio transmissions.

"Excellent..."

Above the two Decepticons, the gleaming white and blue form of the Omega Sentinal, a massive Guardian Robot, who like the Autobots Omega Supreme, gained some level of sentience, blotted out the moon. It landed a moment later, on the formerly manicured lawn of the White House.

The two tanks posted there, Abrahm M1A1's rotated their turrents, locked onto their targets, and were obliterated a second later as the Omega Sentinal's claw crushed one, and it's energy cannon melted the other.

"Bring me the President!"

The sounds of destruction were starting to come from all over the city, as Megatron watched his Omega Sentinal tear into the White House. Within moments, the once proud home of American Leaders for over 200 years, had been turned into rubble and strewn over the city. Elsewhere, Sentinal Robots were doing much the same to the rest of Washington D.C.



Moments later, the Omega Sentinal arose from the rubble, clasped in his giant claw, was the form of the President.

"Megatron! I order you to release me immediately, or I'll..."

"Ahh, Mr President, I'm so glad you could clear your schedule to see me..Unfortunatly, your in no position to make demands..unfortunate for you that is."

Megatron smirked, as he took the President from the claw of the Omega Sentinal, holding the grey haired human between his thumb and forefinger, "I warned you, Mr President...if you attempted to attack the Autobots, or the Decepticons...or to harm either of us again....I would do this..."

For a moment, the President of the United States looked into the cold red optics of Megatron, before his life was snuffed out.

The crushed, bloody body of the POTUS was tossed unceremoniously to the ground, before Megatron addressed his warriors, "Burn this city to the ground.... Let it's ashes remind the humans how pitiful they are. Soundwave, initiate Phase Two....."

[Dark Silver]

The war on Earth has taken a horrible turn.

While the Autobots were attending a ceremony held in their honor, Megatron and the Decepticons launched a devastating, multi-front assault resulting in the death of the POTUS, the utter destruction of Washington D.C., and the conquering of the African continent and of the middle Eastern oilfields.


Players who wish to join will create a Transformer character, either a Autobot, or former/renegade Decepticon, aligned with Autobots on Earth, in a attempt to overthrow the Decepticons and drive them from the planet.

Character Sheets will be simple to make, and should be filled out in the following form:

Name:
Alligience:
Function:

Profile/history:
Weaknesses:
Weapons:
Alt Form:

[Cynical Cat]

Name: Deathstrike
Affiliation: Renegade Decepticon
Alternate Form: Space Strike Fighter
Function: Aerospace Strike Leader

Profile: Deathstrike was one of Megatron's lieutenants during the wars on Cybertron. A powerful Decepticon warrior with fast, heavily armoured, and heavily armed alternate mode that excelled at attacking ground targets and space craft, Deathstrike enjoyed a priviledged position in the Decepticon Empire. As the wars waged on and on and Cybertron's resources were depleted, Deathstrike came to see the war as a never ending exercise in futility. The mighty Decepticon left Cybertron, along with a small band of followers, and established his own empire. For a while the scheme worked, but Deathstrike's empire was eventually overthrown by a migrating band of Autobot warriors.

Forced to flee, the once formidable tyrant has been forced to scavenge for parts and energy to survive. He does not relish the welcome he will receive from Megatron due to his abandonment of the mighty Decepticon, but his slow side has made him increasingly desperate. Deathstrike is a cold and cunning warrior, and it is likely he will seize the best available opportunity to restore his fortunes. Although he is ruled by self interest, the Decepticon lacks the megalomaniac and treacherous streaks that have characterized some powerful Decepticons.

Abilities: In his robot mode, Deathstrike is a large robot with dark blue armour and a slender flanged cannon on his right arm. His robot form is quite strong, although he has been overpowered by Ultra Magnus. In neither form is he particularly agile, although he is a canny and experienced warrior.

Alt form: A fast (by virtue of powerful engines) and heavily armoured space fighter, which is not very maneuverable. Deathstrike excells at attacking ground forces, fortresses, and space ships. His record against other air units is less impressive, although underestimating the powerful and experienced warrior is a mistake few survive.

Weapons: His primary armament is powerful x-ray cannon, which is attached to his arm in robot form. It is capable of firing rapid pulses or acting as a continuous cutting beam. Ionizing radiation from the cannon can disrupt circuitry even if it does not breach armour. Both forms can unleash a formidable number of missiles and have heavy armour. His raw strength and fighting skill makes him a formidable opponent in hand to hand combat, although stronger or faster warriors will have the advantage.

Weaknesses: Deathstrike is powerful warrior, but his energy needs are considerable. Adding to his difficulties is that many of his components have been repaired or replaced with low quality jury rigs due to his long exile, meaning none of his abilities are functioning at full capacity. His armour is also patched with substandard materials and is cracked in several places. His state of disrepair has added to his energy inefficiencies and he possesses only a small number of missiles.

Appearance: This is reasonably close to how I imagine him appearing.

[LadyTevar]

I'll post later, when I have time to work up the history.

[Cynical Cat]

Is anyone besides me going to post? I'm not feeling the love. I'll be sulking over there in the junkyard, scavenging for usable parts and partially charged old batteries. *shuffles off*

[LadyTevar]

Name: Crimson
Alligience: Autobot
Function: Scout/Energon Prospecter

Abilities: Due to her primary function, Crimson has the ability to create blank cubes to use for Energon storage (energon cubes). She has also evolved a more efficient Energon Reserve, allowing her to store more Energon and share it with allies at need.

Weaknesses: Her function leaves her underpowered compared to other Autobots and gives her a petite, almost dainty Bot-form that roughly resembles a humanoid female. This lack of armoring makes Crimson avoid fights as much as possible.

Weapons: A seperate laser pistol, stored on her back in Robot mode. In extreme need, Crimson can focus a fourth of her Energon Reserves into a compact power globe and fire it similar to a grenade from the nose of her pistol. This 'Energon Grenade' is a surprisingly powerful explosive, delivering enough force to stun multiple opponents with the energon backlash.

Alt Form: Deep crimson HarleyDavison "RoadGlide" Touring Bike. Completing the image is a holographic rider.

Profile/history: Several hundred years after Optimus lead the Autobots aboard the Ark, Elita-1 sent out smaller ships in hopes of finding and smuggling Energon back to Cybertron to continue the fight against ShockWave. Crimson was one of those who volunteered for the mission.

The escape from Cybertron was under heavy fire, and Crimson's ship took damage to its stardrive. She was still able to travel, but it would take much longer to transit between systems. Thus, Crimson spent decades powered down between solar systems, wakening once she arrived in hopes of finding minable Energon. It took a few centuries for her to gather enough Energon to make the trip back to Cybertron worth it.

The return to Cybertron was not the heros welcome she would have liked. The Decepticons locked onto her as soon as she entered Cybertron's airspace, and Crimson was forced to dump her cargo in order to escape destruction. Part of the cargo survived, but to this day she does not know if any reached Elita-1's forces, or if Shockwave's minions took it all.

Once again forced to drift among the galaxy, Crimson again tried to complete the mission she'd been given. After more centuries of slow travel and long exploration, she finally received the call to join the Autobots on Earth.

Right Cycle... WRONG COLOR. She's a Deeper Shade of Crimson

[Dark Silver]

Both Cyn's and Tev's are approved.....come on people, no one else wants to play?

[Charon]

Name: Shellshock
Allegience: Autobots
Function: Tactical expert, long range fire
Alt Form: World War I Artillary Train

Profile/history: Shellshock has always been one of the more war-ready Autobots, and when Megatron and his decepticons made their move Shellshock joined the resistance where he made a name for himself as a tactical expert and helped to hold the line against Megatron's forces. When both the Autobots and Decepticons were forced to flee Cybertron, Shellshock and his partner Overload went with Optimus to stop Megatron's bid for more power.

After the crashlanding on Earth, Shellshock and Overload were the first to waken, during what was later called the First World War. Teleron's instructions were to scout, and so the two autobots took the advice of Teleron and scouted out the world during one of it's darkest hours. The two took on the form of an artillary train, with Overload as the engine, and Shellshock as the artillary cannon. They served during the war, and at the end went inactive, both being put in the German Historical Museum where they have been looked after until a few weeks ago when they were reactivated by the Autobots.

Weapons: Shellshock's main weapon is a 356mm cannon which is attached to his right arm. This cannon is capable of firing both shells and energy blasts. Shellshock also carries a 'pistol' which fires energy blasts. Shellshock is not a particularly strong Autobot, though strong enough to stabilize his cannon when he fires. Shellshock is also rather heavily armored.

Shellshock's true power comes in that he is a combiner, he and Overload can combine to make Overshock, a larger and more powerful Autobot.

Weaknesses: In the modern age, Shellshock's alternate form is neither subtle nor practical in many circumstances. Secondly, Shellshock has a massive cannon that he has to keep well stocked with shells as well as concern himself over keeping his energy reserves up if he wishes to fire energy blasts. (still working on this)

[SirNitram]

Name: Overload
Alligience: Autobot
Function: Logistics/Artillery

Profile/history: Overload and his partner, Shellshock, were revived to function prior to the rest of those aboard the original Ark to perform scouting and recon of the planet prior to full reactivation of those in stasis lock aboard it. Seeking out an alt form with the speed and combat capabilities necessary, Teletran-1 located and scanned a steam engine and it's attached artillery peice, and then sent the duo out.

Yet, Autobots always have felt a need to defend the weak, and in one of Humanity's darkest hours, they waded into the war. After the end of the so-called Great War, their scouting and reports to Teletran-1 complete, the two powered down in the capable hands of a war museum. Yet war never changes, and the two have been awoken to resume the fight.

Weaknesses: Can only operate at full speed and efficiency on rails.

Weapons: Raw momentum. In alt-mode, Overload will simply accelerate to maximum speed and plow through whatever's in his way, warmachine, barricade, or Decepticon. In robot mode, his prodigious strength serves him well in close quarters. He typically lets Shellshock handle ranged combat, in whatever form they're in, though he carries a small ion pistol to deal with the ever-present threat of Decepticon strikers.

Combined, the two form Overshock, a towering Autobot with a devastating main cannon.

Alt Form: Steam engine, one half of a restored and preserved peice of railroad artillery.

Quotes: "I have a 356 cannon you know..."
"That you'd never use on me."
"God damnit..."

'I've been working on the railroad, all the live long day...'
'STOP SINGING THAT!'

'Seriously. You were in a museum. How did you put on weight?'
'Stop your whining, at least the view changes for you.'

[Cynical Cat]

Now this is looking like a team:

heavy strike fighter
scout/support
brawler and big gun who are combiners

[Dark Silver]

now we wait for B4's admission....

and I'll post a couple of "custom" NPC's on both side for this little trip...

[LadyTevar]

Are you stopping with 5 players, then?

[Agent Fisher]

Could I join still?

[Dark Silver]

yep, Rogue Decepticon who joins....or Autobot

[LadyTevar]

.................... Why not just make Allison his spark, then?

Because I do NOT like the idea of a vampiric Decepticon Inflitrator working with me.

[B4UTRUST]

I'm actually not sure that a human, or a binary bonded could serve as a spark container. The only mention of something even close to that was with Hi-Q, Prime's bonded. Prime died(as usual), and the two minds and souls merged in the Hi-Q's body, displaying the perfection of binary bonding. The Last Autobot later deconstructed Hi-Q's body and recreated Optimus Prime using it, restoring him to life.

So using this particular instance, for it to work Alison would have to die. Doesn't exactly seem like the friendly thing to do to her...

[B4UTRUST]

I retract my character since everyone seems to take supreme issue with it. I won't play.

[SirNitram]

I'm actually not sure that a human, or a binary bonded could serve as a spark container. The only mention of something even close to that was with Hi-Q, Prime's bonded. Prime died(as usual), and the two minds and souls merged in the Hi-Q's body, displaying the perfection of binary bonding. The Last Autobot later deconstructed Hi-Q's body and recreated Optimus Prime using it, restoring him to life.

So using this particular instance, for it to work Alison would have to die. Doesn't exactly seem like the friendly thing to do to her...

This is what happens when a TransFan is deprived of the UK Comics. Please, won't you help a TransFan in need?

A human without binary-bond not only contained a spark, but The Autobot Matrix Of Leadership. Spike Witwicky didn't just tote the thing around like it was a shiny patch on his skin, either; he reconstructed and programmed Jetfire reflexively.

[B4UTRUST]

Again, one rare instance of it happening and this time it involved the Autobot Matrix of Leadership. However if it's the Marvel storyline you're referring to that this happened in it was Buster Witwicky, not Spike.

But again, an isolated incident involving a powerful leader of a faction that happened to have one of the holiest objects in Cybertronion mythology, nothing short of the Holy Grail for Transformers. In some continuities the Matrix was the holder of all the knowledge, experiance and power of the previous holders, allowing a Matrix Templar to gain this knowledge and to learn from it. It was also, in some continuities and storylines, rumored to contain a fragment of the essence of Primus.

But yes, an isolated incident involving the Jesus Christ of Transformers, the Holy Grail of Transformers, and what amounted to one of the disciples I suppose you could say. So I'm not seeing Black Ice, Hook, or any of the sick and twisted Decepticon surgical engineers being able to pull that one off.

[LadyTevar]

We've found Pics for Shellshock and Overload!


ShellShock


OverLoad

[Agent Fisher]

Name:Stryke
Alligience:Autobot
Function:Mid Ranged Combat

Profile/history: Stryke served with Optimus during the war on Cyberton. During the fighting he lost his three best friends and squadmates in one engagement, leading him to be cold and withdrawn. Stryke followed his leader to Earth to battle the new Decepticon threat. He was one of the last to awaken and as such has a much more modern form. He is a professional soldier, always ready to fight.
Weaknesses:In Alt Form and bot form, Stryke is not the most agile of the Autobots. Also his top speed in alt form is only 60 mph.
Weapons:105MM Cannon and a .50 cal Machine Gun. In bot form, the 105 is mounted on his shoulder and fires both tank shells and energy blasts. The .50 cal transforms into a energy machine pistol.
Alt Form:Stryker Mobile Gun System

[Dark Silver]

...a Stryker.....


I'm not sure even Cybertronian tech could make that rolling deathtrap a viable military vehicle..


alright..so far so good, I'll be posting NPC's today sometime.......

[SirNitram]

They worked out most of the kinks... On the basic Strykker....

MGS... Well.. It's an energy cannon, it won't have half the problems of the actual MGS...

[Charon]

Nitram Tahalshia: Hey! I'm efficient! ....Okay, I'm not, but I can run off wood.
ImperialFeline: Only if we get there in time.
IRWriter86: I'm... efficient...
IRWriter86: *cough*
Nitram Tahalshia: You're not efficient, you're lazy and make me pull you. That's not efficiency.
TeamhairTahal: I can hear the comlink now... "Uhoh.... nice kitty?" *THUD!!!*
IRWriter86: "That's totally efficient. I don't have to do jack shit."
TeamhairTahal: "Eeek!"
ImperialFeline: *holds up sign* "Will crack cpu housings for energon"
Nitram Tahalshia: 'Hrm. Hey, Shellshock. You still wanna test your theory that you can fit Soundwave's goons in your cannon and send them into orbit?'
IRWriter86: "Always and forever man."
TeamhairTahal: KaaaWHOOOOOOOOOOM"... uhg... thanks for the help guys.......... someone come get me, I can't stand right now...."
Nitram Tahalshia: Good stuff.
TeamhairTahal: Sigged it?
IRWriter86: "Sorry, still trying to see if I hit orbit this time."
Nitram Tahalshia: 'No, no... I think he came back down. Still, new distance record.'
TeamhairTahal: "just....... someone carry me back to the Ark, ok?"
TeamhairTahal: Anyway, we need to get a pic for Deathstrike.
IRWriter86: "I think he might land on Shockwave. Man that'll be good." *pulls out some binoculars*
TeamhairTahal: "Deathstrike? Stryke? Help me... the old men are senile again...."
Nitram Tahalshia: Sign you've been in too many wars: Watching a distant cratering is higher on your priorities than helping the little lady.'
agentfisherSDnet: *Stryke helps her up* "There you go, now quiet, I need to see how far we can get these decipticon's to fly."
IRWriter86: "Bah, no such thing as too many wars. Too many little ladies though... that might be a problem. Hey, you think if we were to fire smaller Autobots from my cannon that we would achieve faster response times?"
Nitram Tahalshia: 'We'd need a catapult. We can build a catapult.'
IRWriter86: "Care to be our test-bot Crimson?"
TeamhairTahal: "Scrap you... I'm not fieldtesting it"
IRWriter86: "Bah, no sense of adventure. Why, when I was your age I was ready to do anything! Well, most anything..."
TeamhairTahal: Looks skyward, "Matrix preserve me............."
Nitram Tahalshia: 'Stryke? Don't 'When I was your age'. I've got grease stains older than your alt-form.'
Nitram Tahalshia: Oh, damn. Mixup.
Nitram Tahalshia: Stupid colours!
TeamhairTahal: "See? Senile!"
IRWriter86: "Oh be quiet and get in the cannon."
Nitram Tahalshia: 'I blame that tainted coke they shovelled in in '16.'
TeamhairTahal: /me hides behind Deathstrike
agentfisherSDnet: *Stryke looks at overload.* "Oh yeah, totally crazy. And I'll have you know that my Alt form would destroy yours in a fight."
Nitram Tahalshia: 'The colours man. The colours.'
IRWriter86: "Touch him and we'll see what's bigger, the size of my cannon shells or the size of your head."
TeamhairTahal: /me remains hiding behind Deathstrike
agentfisherSDnet: *looks at Shellshock* "I'm not crazy enough to mess with both of you. Although if I was close in, I could take both of you. I can turn faster than you both in your Alts."
Nitram Tahalshia: *Unfolds upwards, cracks knuckles* 'Close in, you say?'
TeamhairTahal: /me peeks around Deathstrike "Don't get into the mobility wanking, guys... Deathstrike outruns all of us, and I can run circles around all of you on the ground."
agentfisherSDnet: *Backs up a bit* "Alt form only. I'm not stupid old man."
Nitram Tahalshia: 'You know, the little lady has a point. How about a simple, old fashioned game, kid? S'called 'Chicken'.'
IRWriter86: "I always liked it when we played that game with the other artillery trains."
agentfisherSDnet: *scoffs.* "And how do you want to run the game of chicken?"
TeamhairTahal: *facepalm* "I still have the energon for another Grenade, boys. Don't make me stasislock you
Nitram Tahalshia: 'Fine, fine, little lady. We'll behave. That includes you, brother.'
IRWriter86: "I always behave."
Nitram Tahalshia: 'Paris in twenty-three.'
agentfisherSDnet: *chuckles* "Fine, Crim, I'll stop."
IRWriter86: "That only happened once."
Nitram Tahalshia: 'Well, they'd need to rebuild quite a bit for you to do it -twice-...'
TeamhairTahal: /me mutters "And they wonder why I hide behind the Decepticon?"
agentfisherSDnet: *looks at her* "Maybe because you love bad boys."
IRWriter86: "Well they did rebuild since that happened."
TeamhairTahal: "Because he won't blow me up by accident!"
Nitram Tahalshia: 'I was guessing more the lack of danger of being stepped on, myself...'
IRWriter86: "I've never stepped on one of our smaller Autobot friends."
IRWriter86: "And for the record. I have never blown up anything by accident."
TeamhairTahal: "paris... twentythree?"
Nitram Tahalshia: 'That was a building, not an autobot.'
agentfisherSDnet: "Same here, I only blow up stuff on purpose."
IRWriter86: "That wasn't an accident."
Nitram Tahalshia: 'You told me you were drunk! ....Wait.'
TeamhairTahal: "I don't wanna know......."
agentfisherSDnet: *puts his head in his hand.* "This can't be good."
Nitram Tahalshia: You kids and your guns and your loud music and your shiny alt forms.
TeamhairTahal: looks to Stryke. "Didn't he say that already?"
IRWriter86: "He repeats himself sometimes. Well, all the time actually."
Nitram Tahalshia: 'Bad fuel load in sixteen.'
agentfisherSDnet: *looks back at her.* "Yeah." *He looks at Overload.*"And for your info, my alt form isn't shiny."
Nitram Tahalshia: 'Your music is loud then. Hah!'
agentfisherSDnet: "What music?"
IRWriter86: "You know, I remember having to tell you many times that you needed to turn down your music Overload."
Nitram Tahalshia: '....Shut up, that was different.'

[Dark Silver]

ahh..time to unleash two of my favorite NPC's into the ranks......and I'll let you think about them.....

A note to avoid further confusion: Transmetal simply refers to any Transformer with a metallic beast form as their alt mode. As such, Laserbeak, Ravage, the Insecticons, the Seacons, the Horrorcons, and the Predacons can all be considered Transmetals.
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Chimera
Faction: Decepticon
Function: Warlord - Scientist - Terror Trooper
Alternate Mode: Twin-headed Transmetal Dragon

Robot mode


Alternate Mode


Profile:
(From the Data Tracks of Megatron - Decepticon Supreme Commander)
Never before have I seen a Decepticon quiet like this Chimera. Propurtedly a creation of the former Decepticon scientist Fraxyl, he has become one of my most potent weapons since his arrival. His strength is possibly greater than my own, and while lacking any true ranged firepower, his transmetal claws, energon sword and heat whip makes him a deadly close range opponent even I would have thought twice of facing in my Pit Fighting cycles.

He has a unhealthy fixation with the "evolution" of the Cybertronian form....claiming that by combining the Organic and Robot, shall we rise to a new state. Apparently this was also the target of Fraxyl's work, of which Chimera is the final result. If it would not be for Chimera's animal like and cannabalistic tendancies - especially for the consumption of the Laser Core and it's accompanying Spark of his fellow Transformers - I would say Fraxyl's experiment was a success. As it stands, Chimera is viewed as a abomination, though I cannot afford to let him go on his own - I've already disposed of his previous remit to continue Fraxyl's work.

Abilities:
Chimera is one of the strongest non-combining Transformers on Earth. He is able to shatter a six meter block of reinforced concrete to little more than dust. His Transmetal claws are accessable in either his Robot or alternate forms, and can tear through even the strongest cybertronian armors in exsistence, which assist in his favorite pasttime, tearing the still pulsing Spark from his foes and adding it to his own essence. Chimera's heat whip retracts on holster above his right forearm, and when powered, can slice through human steel, or cybertronian armor with equal ease. His gyro-inhibitor rifle can disrupt the gryo-stabilizers of the mechanoid that it hits, causing them to lose all sense of balance, enabling his favored close range carnage.

His alternate form is a cyber-dragon, a two headed beast capable of releasing concentrated bolts of pure energon at his targets, while his heat-whip becomes a lashing tail. The two "wings" of his alternate form can unleash a barrage of up to fifteen micro-bomblets at a time, though they can only cause major damage to the smaller, less armored Transformers.


Weaknesses:
though one of the physically strongest and most intellegent Decepticons on Earth, Chimera is loathed by all other Cybertronians on the planet - indeed in the very universe. His consumption of his opponents Laser Cores and the Spark Energy concentrated within serve as a violition of every Transformer's sense of morales - including Megatron's. Because he is considered an Abomination (no one knows exactly his origins, or how he came to possess his own Spark), Chimera can quickly find himself outmanned and outgunned on the battlefield. In addition, in order to preserve the essence of the Spark in a opponent, Chimera has been known to consume Laser Cores in the midst of battle, often losing himself in the experience as the energy diffuses his form. This leads him to moments of vulnerable distraction, not unlike a drug addict receiving a hit.


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Trauma
Faction: Decepticon
Function: Surgeon/Interrogator
Alternate Mode: Hummer H2 Emergency Response Vehicle


Profile:
(from the Data Tracks of Motormaster - Stunticon Leader)
Only two things scare me in this whole stinkin universe, Megatron and Trauma. Don't you slagging laugh at me! How about you get a hole lased through your anterial servomotor and let's see you laugh when Trauma comes in to "repair" you. The creepy little mecha-worm delights more in causing pain to us, then he does in fixing our wounds. I've heard the cries of Decepticons coming from his repair bay far worse than anything I've heard while smashing through Autobrats. Even that number Optimus did to me awhile back didn't hurt nearly so bad as when Trauma got his tools into my cortical network. who would have guessed that puny little bot could be so slagging sadistic....

Abilities:
Trauma has a through grasp of Transformer physiology, and puts it to sinister use. While knowing just how to press to cause the utmost amount of pain to a subject, Trauma delights I using laser scapels and Energon blades to cut into helpless victims. Amoungst the Decepticons, there is no greater Interrogator than he, though he also puts those skills to work in the repair department also, where Decepticons cringe when told to report there.....and most choose to go into Stasis lock before Trauma gets his claws into them. His alternate mode can interface with the repair bay onboard the Decepticon's undersea base, allowing him to interface directly with the equipment to effect repairs much quicker than normal.....but it also lets him taste the pain he causes his "patients".

In battle, Trauma weilds a ion-blaster which is capable of penetrating a 6" block of industrial steel, and scrambling the electronics it comes in contact with.

Weaknesses:
Trauma is a rather small Decepticon, standing at approximatly five meters in height, and is thus, weakly armored. While he is stronger than humans, he is weak by Transformer standards.