((So, this is where the actual roleplaying will take place, as opposed to the signup thread, which I may or may not have forgotten to lable properly. Roleplay away, all those who have singed up and been approved.)) Kryse was soaking wet. She wasn't a neat-freak or anything, but she didn't like being submerged in fluids, either. Unless it was a hot oil-bath. The femme sat up with a groan, seawater and bits of pulverized rock falling from her chassis. Optics blinking, she looked about, trying to remember where she was.... The crash. Yes, the ship had crashed. On Earth. Kryse stood up, more sand and water falling from her form, and surveyed her surroundings. She was ankle-deep in transparant, blueish fluid. Small waves permeated the stuff, lapping at her legs constantly, and when she looked further, the stuff appeared to stretch as far as her optics could make out. She vented quietly. Stuck on a watery planey, with no anti-rusting agents on hand. That was fantastic. The femme raised a servo to her helm, depressing the sensor-node that activated her long-range comm. "Mayday, this is Decepticon navigations specialist, Kryse. Mayday, this is-" A blast of static deafened her, and she cursed, jerking her head to the side and deactivating the comm.
In the debris of the Autobot Starship that crash landed, Starpunch was laying with debris on top of him and two trees blocking the door. He woke up and tried to get out of the room he was in Starpunch- What happened. Oh yes I have a comm. Any Autobots do you read I am in the cargo area and need assistance
Backlash slowly regained consciousness in engine room. He stood up and waited for his optics sensors to reactivate. Except they didn't. Backlash had damaged his optics in the crash. He began to freak out about the loss of his sight until he herd the voice of a comrade over his com. "Uh, this Backlash I would help but I'm kind- Ow!" He yelled walking into the door. "Blind." Mean while Nitra made her way over to Starpunch to help him. "Are you all right? Well besides being stuck and all. I'm Nitra let me help you." she said trying to move the debris of Starpunch.
Kryse smacked the side of her helm, dislodging a few globs of sand, and a good deal of water. Shaking herself, she tries the comm again. "Mayday, this is navigations officer Kryse, of the warship Contumacis Libertatus . I am stranded on planet Terra M3 in the Sol system. The ship was damaged in the crash. I lost track-" A voice cuts in, and Kryse practically hops up and down. She'd thought no one would ever answer! "Hello, officer, we read you loud and clear. This is Megatron, on the SS Fancypants, above Unicron." She groaned. Sidestep. "Sidekick, you fragger. That isn't funny. We could be stranded here for vorns." Sidestep sniggered over the comm in reply. "Ah, don't be a cracked strut-shaft, Kryse. I'm making the best of a bad situation." Kryse vented, pressing a servo to her faceplate. "I'm wet, I hurt, and I think my chassis is full of sand. Not the best time for jokes, Sidestep. Where are you, anyway?" "Right behind you," Sidestep replied conversationally. Kryse whippd around, expecting to see the cheeky Eradicon at arm's length, but instead found his shape only after a few minicyles of looking. The Vehicon was perhaps a kilometer away, slogging through the shallow water towards her, bearing cheerful and certain. Now that she had turned, Kryse noted that she was close to land. Waves pounded a smooth white beach perhaps 80 feet to her right. As she watched, Sidestep stooped to pick something up out of the surf.
Knutz awoke in something...a dessert...it seemed...he...she...it...felt different...more relaxed...free...they heard a large...static...from their comm...then a femme's voice...followed by a Vehicon...Knutz kept silent...checked its databanks...it had forgotten its own gender...and was not currently in what would exactly be considered a good situation to find out...it pulled out its sword...stabbed the ground...regained balance...scanned itself...T-cog was damaged...medical assistance was required... ...Boltz awoke it'd crashed into a mountain somewhere...where, it couldn't be sure...it was a scientist...that it knew...it scanned its databanks, and had a desire to see something go Boom...it transformed and headed towards the nearest civilization, preparing for bombardment,
Backlash continued to wonder around the room before crashing into the door to the cargo hold. His optics slowly faded back on. He looked around for the switch to the door. "Slag! It's on the other side." he said before turning on his comm. "Hey can someone in the cargo hold open the door to the engine room for me?" "Hmm," said Nitra moving the last of the debris. "Can't say that I've seen him, sorry."
"Maybe we should go look for him!" said Nitra sticking out her arm to help up Starpunch. She didn't so much care about finding him but rather the possibility of an adventure, she loved adventures. She herd her friend Backlash's voice over her comm and decided to help before she actually went looking, but waited to help Starpunch.
Knutz stands up and scans his surroundings, then begins to yell, "I AM KNUTZ!!! SIBLING OF BOLTZ!!! I SEND THIS MESSAGE TO THE STARS!!!" there's a pause, "YOU'RE FILLED WITH IDIOTS!!!"
Starpunch- You know he lead a team and Optimus commanded him to explore other planets with his team but they were assigned to go with Ultra Magnus but Omega stayed to explore planets and find Energon Suddenly an explosion is heard coming from the Energon pit of the ship
"Oooooh an explosion that means something fun!" said Nitra oblivious to what Starpunch had just. "Can we go check it out?!" Backlash was fed up with waiting so he just pried the door open with his sword and walked through, making sure to grab his sword. He made his way over to the two other bots and kneeled down before asking, "What the hell was that?"
"Lets go!" yelled Nitra trying to pull both of the other bots with no success. "Um, Nitra what are you doing?" Backlash ask with a look of confusion. Backlashed looked over to the other Bot and introduced himself, "Howdy names Backlash. I take it you've met Nitra. Care to tell me what's going on?"
Kryse watches Sidestep make his way through the surf. When the Eradicon is perhaps only 50 yards away instead of more than double, he stoops again. Kryse turns away, rolling her optics. The idiot was collecting rocks. At a time like this. Truly, his stupid, glitchy ass knew nothing of boundaries or common-sense. "Hey Kryse!" Kryse made a noise like an engine trying to start up, and did not turn around. Instead, she kept trying to work her long-ranged comm. It was not, however, the long-range frequency that gave her results a moment later, but the short-range frequency. Her helm was filled with blaring static and a shouting voice. Something about Knuts, stars, idiots.....? Kryse pegged the transmission and spooled it back, slowing it down and weeding out interference and tone-collision, then began to replay it.... A message for help, or at least, one that indicated someone who needed it. Knutz... She knew the name. An intelligent, if slightly touchy scientist, who had been been aboad the Contumacis before the crash.... There had been two. Twins.... Boltz? Had that been the other one? "Hey! Kryse!" Kryse gritted her dentas, saving the transmission for further indentification. "What?!" She spun around, glaring at the smaller mech. Sidestep held something multilimbed and slimy in his servos, roughly the size of a minicon. "Ew!" Kryse screwed up her intake at the sight of the thing, backing up a step as it writhed in Sidestep's metal grip. "You interrupted me to show me a nasty mollusk-thing?!" Sidestep raised his free hand, wagging a finger in admonishment. "It is not just a nasty mollusk thing, it is a bilateral, eight-limbed Cephalapod. They'll rule this world some day. But actually, I interrupted you to tell you about the indigenous military forces converging en-masse on our position." As if to punctuate Sidestep's sentence, a squadron of fighter-jets roared past at mach speed overhead, and the sound of thudding rotors gradually became audible.....
Starpuch- Me and Commander Omegapulse were on a ship when Optimus told us to go to this ship and when we got on, it crashed to Earth, my commander should have survived
Nitra continued to pull on the both Backlash and Starpunch trying to move the rather heavy mechs. "Come on guys...." she wined. "I see," replied Backlash rubbing his chin. "It would seem that Nitra wants us to go with her and find him." Backlash got up from his knees and stood towering over Nitra, as he walked towards her, he knew her well enough to know it wasn't the Bot she wanted to find but some fun and as always he was going to be dragged along as her guard of sorts.
