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5 yrs ago
Current Oh yeah. It's soup time again.
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6 yrs ago
Soup Time. A Year Later.
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7 yrs ago
Soup time.
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7 yrs ago
I am currently sick and putting all of my energy into work, please forgive me if I don’t respond right away or forget things!
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7 yrs ago
Sometimes... it is

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Normally unavailable between 3pm-9pm, always welcoming RP ideas, large groups, small groups, 1x1s, you name it!

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I updated Prism's CS, and I'll be updating her character thoughts often
G1/IDW works fine with me, @ShiningSector. Turbulence is accepted, and I'm glad to see that you've fully read the rules. I share the same thoughts, and I think that if given the chance in whatever movie Bay decides to pop out next, we could see a more honor-bound side of the dinobots.
@ShiningSectorWe are still accepting, so feel free to make a CS!
I might try again, but I really do need a reliable group. The last two times sort of flaked out at around the same spot, so I'm not sure how well it would work out again.


With no time to spare, Prism pushed herself away from the wall. She staggered into a sprint just before transforming, making her way from the wall of the hangar to the other end of the massive room. Her large, box-like vehicle mode wasn't build for speed, but she could still move at a decent pace. The bright blue lines and lights on the exterior of her vehicle made it seem as if she was moving faster than she actually was. She was meant for handling heavy weaponry, explosives, and cargo, not for getting from one end of the room to another in the blink of an eye. In time, she reached the doors that led to the little room that housed the controls, as well as many other things.

She transformed out of her large vehicle mode and slowed to a halt. She stood just before the code-locked door that led into the security room that housed the bay door controls. Her hand moved forward, imputing the code into the small panel just next to the door before stepping inside. There was a small elevator that led up to the room itself, which was rather fast and took little to no time between floors. Fortunately, the security room also provided a video feed to the bay doors, which meant that she could see who was at the door before she let anyone in.

There were only two people at the door when she looked at the video feeds. Since the hangar was her home, she did what she could to keep everything in working condition, even if it wasn't her specialty.

Prism sighed. There were two Decepticons and zero autobots. She could tell just by their appearances, and by the fact that she had never seen them before. Or had she seen them? Prism didn't know, and honestly couldn't find a reason to care if she had met them before or not. Whatever the case was, she pushed a buttom as she leaned towards a microphone that transmitted her voice outside.

"Well, two is better than one, and that's better than nothing. Come one in and make yourselves at home." Her tone was authoritative and calm, but had a light undertone to it that could barely be heard along with her smile. She pushed another button. This time, the doors to the hangar split slightly before sliding away from one another. The weight of the doors, as well as their state of repair, or lack thereof, caused them to move slowly. However, this did allow Prism to get back down to the ground to greet them before the doors were opened fully.

She shifted out of her vehicle form again, looking at the two calmly. None of her weapon were deployed, but she was ready in the even that the 'Cons wanted to kill her and use her body for scrap metal.

"Welcome to Iacon, I hope you enjoy your first time being here without being shot at." She smiled at them both, laughing a little at herself. She found it funny because she couldn't remember them, if she had seen them before, that is.
@Forsythewell, I actually like smaller groups because it's harder for people to lose interest, or for people to get stuck because there's only so much happening, and it isn't overwhelming or hard to keep track of


Prism wasn't even sure what day it was anymore since she had activated and maintained the beacon. She had no idea why her memory banks were failing, but she knew that her self-tinkering wasn't going to be enough to keep it steady for long. The only thing that Prism did know was that she was one of the very last Autobots to stay in Iacon since Prime's departure. What was once the home of the elders, as well as the central base for the heroic faction, was now almost entirely abandoned. Anyone left was either a scavenger who had given up on the Autobots and Prime, or was Prism.

In an instant,her eyes flickered to life. The colorless areas of her body began to glow a bright and powerful blue to match the colors of her eyes, two tails of hard light appeared on each side of the bright orange crest atop her head, flaring out at the end. Her body shot forward in a rush, her breathing quick and light. The dim, almost non-existent light in the hangar made it easy for the lights on her body to be seen from even the other side of the hanger that once housed the Ark.

It took Prism a moment to collect herself. While the area around her was void and empty of life, her mind flashed images of the hangar back when it was operational. She saw Optimus' main team with him, all of them boarding the Ark, ready to leave. She had even seen herself running up to Optimus in an attempt to stop him.
"Optimus!" She could hear the echoes of a time long gone. "I wasn't told that it'd be launching today, I'm sorry I was late for briefing!"

He was not there, but Prism still remembered her leader turning around to look at her. She was just under his own height then, her eyes on level with his nose, or the top of his face plate in some cases.

"Prism. Not everyone is boarding the Arc. We need Autobots protecting the planet from any remaining deceptions." His voice was calm and powerful, fitting of a leader like himself. He could clearly see the sadness in her eyes, as well as the thought process she was going through. "Just as I need great warriors with me to fight Megatron, I need great warriors to look after our home."

Prism believed she knew better. He was saying that because he didn't want to say that she wasn't good enough to travel with the others. She was second rate compared to Brawn, who was joining Prime to take the fight elsewhere.
"Look after Iacon. Make sure that those who remain here do not loose hope. We will return, and with us, victory over the deceptions."

The image faded away from her eyes. The picture of Autobots working on the last touches on the Ark was now gone, and replacing it was a hollow and unused shell of what once was great.

Prism looked to the beacon in it's shoddy glory. The beacon wasn't anything special or magnificent, but it worked for what she needed it to do. It was small in size for a beacon, about the size of her forearm, and had a similar orange and sky blue color scheme to that of Prism herself. A small red light blinked off and on at the top of the beacon, causing Prism to groan.

She leaned forward in her sitting position against one of the hangar walls, her hand reaching for and grabbing the beacon to inspect it. Her ears tuned to listen to the frequency that the beacon was on to make sure it was working correctly. Her silver fingers opened a small panel, a soft groan escaping her lips.

As she expected, it wasn't holding up well. She signal with her location and request for help was fuzzy and distorted. She tried to play with some of the wires on the inside, but nothing seemed to improve the signal. Maybe it was the fact that she was operating from within a hangar instead of using the telecom station, but she would have an even more difficult time using that instead of her little beacon.

She had given up, and hit it lightly with her free hand. She had no idea why or how, but hitting it seemed to work a little, the repeated message seemed to play a little better now.

"This is Demolitions expert Prism broadcasting from Iacon. If there is anyone out there who want's to rebuild Cybertron with the scraps out leaders left us, the doors are open, and report in the Ark hangar as soon as possible."
Well, it's not opportune, but I'll make it work with the three of us for now, if that's okay with you. I might have to make some more characters for make it seem fuller later on, but let's see how it works.
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@AirBenderthanks for the heads up, I hope you have a great time!
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