Rhona W

Transformers RP

Skylift

Somewhere in the skies over Central America
Earth
2024

Skylift was... concerned.
Cybertronian and human scientists alike had been in a state of... not quite panic, but definitely excitement about something. Some phenomenon that was growing in intensity, a disruption to the natural order of things that was significant due to its' change. And worst of all, they didn't quite understand what was making it happen, or why.
The Camien wasn't a scientist herself. She was curious and always eager to learn, and had a decent enough grasp of knowledge... but the kind of things that Perceptor, Jetfire and the rest were talking about were far outside of her level of understanding. Things about temporal shifts, chronological collapses, quantum cascades and something called Chroniton Particles... it made her head spin.
But all the same, she and various other transformers with airborne alt-modes had been dispatched to gather sensor readings - especially as now, there was a new sign of activity. Great, glowing white cracks in the sky, like it was a pane of glass. And worse; they seemed to be spreading. Anything that touched them had disappeared, and she'd been warned not to get too close after her cargo bay had been loaded up with survey equipment to gather readings and information.
She flew as close as she dared, then; propellers churning the air reliably and her engines throbbing, leaning into a steady banking turn to hold an orbit around one jagged finger of the fractured sky. Her own systems could sense and detect radiation of various kinds leaking from the fissure, and as it washed over her, it showed as smeary, ghosting, pixelation on her optics. Whatever it was, it was interfering with her sensors; her taste receptors registered a metallic, sour taste. Her olfactory ones something like sulfur and ozone.
Nervous, she banked away as the payload in her cargo bay started to go wild, blaring and bleeping up a ruckus. Her internal communications burst into life, the words mangled by static.
"Airlift this-- -ghtspeed; getting readings from-- get close to the-- going to expand, you have to--"
She internally grimaced as she pulled a hard, high-angle bank that threatened to pull her wings off at the root.
But it was too late; the white of those fissures flashed blindingly, growing larger, shattering the sky even further and it reached out. A sensation like burning fire washed over her and she tried to scream as it burned down her cybernetic nervous system.
And then she vanished

Dark Space - A Mecha-Focused Space Opera RP (RP Suspended)

Lorei Corben
Hoyland Station

The VF-0 skated on low-power foot-thruster flame to it's parking stall, and Lorei shut the machine down, opening the canopy as the pressure equalised with the exterior and the atmosphere contained within the bay. The synth removed the mask around her mouth that protected her sensitive innards from vacuum and unstrapped herself before climbing out. She cast a gaze around the mecha bay, taking in with interest the variety of machines, their different forms an immediate reminder of the number of races that formed part of the Confederation. Their various pilots disembarked and stood by, and again; she was delighted and intrigued to see how varied in species her new comrades were. Her better-than-human vision caught a good sight of each, and that mix of excitement and nervousness rose within her once again.
A transport spaceplane touched down close by, and a further figure approached. She turned to get a better look at them, optically zooming in and...
A jolt ran through her; and a wash of confusion followed. Her mind spiralled; the person approaching was a Mon'nnari; she could make that out with ease. But more; the way in which they moved, the shape of their face, their horns, the piercings... something tugged at her mind, a thought she couldn't quite reconcile; that sensation of something almost out of reach. She recognised them, and there was a sense of familiarity.
But she couldn't think of why, couldn't bring to mind what it was she knew about them, how she knew them or where from, what connection she had with them... Another familiar feeling began to rise as she struggled, desperately, to recall anything, her mind racing and arriving at dead end after dead end, turning in on itself trying to make connections and recall memories that weren't there. Anxiety and panic started to rise and she hesitated, grinding her jaw and lashing her long, strong tail. Her three-fingered hands tightened around the safety railing at the edge of the platform, squeezing the metal as she stared, shifting through her memories and caught in a loop. The icons on her visor flashed and shifted changing from her 'eyes' to patterns of pixellated static and colour; until one of the techs shook her shoulder and she snapped back to reality.
"Ma'am? Are you all right? Ma'am??"
She jolted with a beep and wrestled her hands free of the railing.
It was twisted and bent out of shape.
She said nothing more, other than exchanging a glance with the confused tech as she vaulted over the railing and dropped to the floor, moving toward the growing group of pilots.

From the other end of the bay, a voice called out. "Captain on the deck!"
Gavren walked in, nodding and waving away the attention as technicians and other personnel snapped smartly to attention.
"At ease, as you were," the Cetanui captain called out as he walked toward the mecha stalls, looking up at each parked machine and then toward the newly arrived pilots.
"Rangers, your attention for a moment please; I'd like to welcome you and introduce myself"

Transformers RP

try this!
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@Lunamaria Hawke

I tried a few combinations of key words I was looking for with the style and alt-mode, but it didn't come out with anything usable... or good xD
Maybe I'm being too specific, or the AI just isn't good or well-trained enough on some things to give me a right answer.

Transformers RP

Name: Skylift

Gender/Pronouns: Female presenting/identifying, She/Her

Faction: Autobot

Species: Cybertronian; Camien

Appearance:
Skylift is a large transformer; similar in size to such outliers as Broadside, Roadbuster and other such big transformers. She has a bulky, large frame and form, heavily built and forged for great strength and stamina. Her role was envisioned as heavy logistics; moving things and bots wherever they were needed with power and ease.
She took on her Earthen Alt-mode after the survivors of Caminus were teleported to Earth.



Personality:
Skylift is a somewhat shy and introverted bot. She has a big heart to go with her big body, and her shell of shy, quiet and recessive traits hides a strong sense of justice, kindness and care.
Skylift loves the natural world, the environment and all things living. She adores and appreciates life in all its' forms, be it mechanical or organic, and the sheer diversity of it that exists across the multiverse. Protecting life, exploring it and experiencing it and enjoying it is her passion, and she can while away hours just basking in natural landscapes.
However, reluctant as she is, she will still fight when pushed and especially so to defend the same things she holds dear. She will be reluctant to kill on most occasions - but anyone, or anything that acts with cruelty or callousness toward life or otherwise abuses their power and authority to exploit others will receive the full scope of her wrath, strength and power.

Her shyness and detachment from others has lead to her being somewhat of an outcast or persona non grata in Camien society, due to her inability to find an Amica Endura within the expected ten megacycles. Despite being comfortable with her own company, she does have a quiet yearning for someone to share her love for such things with, and worries about her own inadequacies, especially in the eyes of her fellow Camiens.

Backstory:
Skylift was born out of the Camien hot spot. Her spark was a Point One Percenter type, that lead to her unusual size and stature.
The enormous size of her alt-mode and physical body lead to her being disassociated with a lot of her fellow Camiens due to the need for large scale living and working areas and so many of her peers being smaller and thus in places she couldn't easily get to. This in turn, along with her strength and durability often leading her to be clumsy and unintentionally destructive, lead to her isolation.
However, her massive size, strength, stamina and her airborne alt-mode were greatly useful in helping to move large numbers of other transformers and outsize equipment around. It was not a glamorous role, nor a particularly distinctive one or one full of glory on the battlefield - when she was faced with combat - and her lumbering aerial transport mode wasn't agile or especially fast, nor capable of flight outside of an atmosphere. However, she was still reliable, useful, and filled with an excess of stamina and strength.
One thing that did make her stand out from her fellow Camiens, however - while most Camiens eschewed the use of ranged energy weapons in favour of swords or bladed weapons to conserve energy, she adopted a solid, projectile weapon that still avoided the use of precious energy - something even more vital given her enormous size and energy consumption.

Skylift fought a few battles over her time, but avoided most of the major battles following the rediscovery of the lost colony by Cybertronians following the end of the Great War, though did end up tangling with Maximals on a few occasions. Like her fellow Camiens, she could barely avoid the fighting that erupted during Unicron's rise and the culmination of Shockwave's masterful strategies.
She evacuated to Earth via teleport with the rest of the Camien people, and has found herself in a handful of dangerous situations across various planets since then.

Alt-mode:
Skylift's alternate mode is an Earthen Airbus A400M Atlas Transport Plane.
Her original one is a similar-looking turboprop-driven heavy air transport plane.

Abilities:
Due to her large size, Skylift is able to carry several average-sized or smaller Transformers or similar-sized occupants within her cargo hold. Her internal bay is pressurized and sealed, and is thus safe for organic life-forms, even in space or underwater, even if she cannot fly in her aircraft mode in such environments.
As a Point One Percenter, she has remarkable strength, stamina and durability. She also seems to be remarkably fuel-efficient compared to other transformers of her size and power.

Weapons:
Despite her size, Skylift is surprisingly light in armaments and weapons. She has a short, retractable blade in each wrist, as well as a medium-sized, standard projectile assault rifle (which, given her size is more like a heavy machine gun or autocannon to regular size bots).
Her aircraft mode has no offensive weapons, just decoy chaff and flare launchers.

Transformers RP

I've got a few competing ideas for a character. They're going to be female and squarely from the IDW-verse with all of its' characteristic lore and suchlike.
Only problem is, I want to make an OC rather than playing a canon character, and I can't find any suitable art for a robot mode. Is that an issue, or can I use a description for their robot mode?
(The vehicle mode is easy - I can just use a photo of the vehicle they turn into, of course).

Is anyone interested in a Transformers RP?

Potentially interested. What level of RP would it be; how much depth and plot are we expecting?
I'm more interested in the IDW comics or the original Marvel Transformers comics than the cartoons or live action movies.
I do have ideas for various OCs.

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Scott's takeoff had been uneventful, the Super Tomcat responding faithfully and reliably as it always did. Now, he was at the leading edge of their staggered line formation as they crossed the Atlantic, leaving the Bahamas far behind as they headed for the rendezvous with the in-flight refuelling tanker. He listened in, and couldn't help but chuckle as the banter flew freely, especially as Fuka gave out her 'warning' and the others replied. He heard Kat giggle softly too over their inter-plane circuit, though she didn't join in.
"Roger, Cobalt 5, Cobalt 1-1; offering a refuge for any of the ladies of the squadron against Cobalt 7's attempts. It's perfectly legit, I assure you," he said with a deadpan humour in his tone. "Self-defence pillow-fighting classes will be included". He sniggered as Kat chucked something small at him from the rear seat in the cockpit, bouncing it off of his helmet with a 'clunk'.
He laughed as Circus mentioned a dancing contest, and replied in continued good humour. "Confirmed, Cobalt 6; I've seen Footloose, I'm pretty sure I can improvise well enough for us to put on a good show, over".

The banter and chatter continued over the rest of the flight on and off; it was something to pass the time with as they flew over miles and miles of ocean with little to mark their position and nothing much to see of note, especially at their altitude.
Finally, the tanker hove into view; looking more-or-less like a military-grey airliner. The refuelling was matter-of-fact and straightforward as they refuelled somewhere north-west of the Azores, and overtook their support planes, the fighters being faster than the transports that would arrive shortly after them at Malta's international airport.

As they moved closer to Spain, Circus put on a little impromptu flight display in salute of his countries' display team, something that Scott acknowledged with a waggle of his jets' wingtips.
As Ayvee spoke up and asked her question, Scott pondered his answer, chuckling at Myk's reply and giving a shrugging nod of agreement; the mental image did fit the young man well.
He was a bit perplexed and surprised by his following reaction though; it was surprisingly heartfelt and sincere for having barely known any of the rest of them for less than a day, and for something so run-of-the-mill as a flight across the ocean. Bemused and a little unsure of how to reply or what to say, he simply double clicked his microphone as an acknowledgement of the young man's words, before taking a breath to speak up in reply to Ayvee's question. Kat, however, beat him to it, a note of amusement in her raspy tones.
"Cobalt 4, Cobalt 1-2. Heartbreak would be a fox-"
Scott started to smile as he caught her eye in the mirrors on the canopy bracing, and she smirked at him as she looked back.
"-A wily, grey, mangy old fox...!"
He pouted in mock upset as he looked back at her, but couldn't help but grin.
"Well, what about you, Cobalt 1-2? What would you be?"
"I mean, duh. I'd be a cat!"

A short while later, they started to lower in altitude as their destination came closer. The sun had long set, and the night's splendour had given them a spectacular view of the stars from their high altitude, and of the distant gleam and glimmer of lights from the various cities that spread out far below.
As they dropped lower, the lights across the landscape marked out the populated areas of the island of Malta, resolving further and further into the shapes and lines of roads, towns, and villages, and finally the landing lights of the runway ahead of them.
Scott lead the approach, touching down with little flair or deliberation, the Super Tomcat's gear making barely a squeak of rubber on the runway as he landed expertly, the big carrier jet slowing down quickly to take the first turn-off and taxi to the apron.
He followed the guiding gestures of a ground crewman to park the plane up, mentally noting the possibility of needing shelters of some form, as he couldn't help but noticed the charred and twisted tangle of metal that had been bulldozed to one side of the parking apron, and the scars on the buildings from shrapnel or strafing, as well as sandbagged positions on flat roofs with the blunt snouts of anti-aircraft guns pointed skyward.
As he shut the jet down, crews rushed over to help him and Kat down, securing the planes' wheels with chocks and pulling down the built-in cockpit ladder. Climbing down, he took off his helmet and looked over as a man with tanned skin and a bushy, black moustache stepped forward, wearing a camouflage uniform with rank insignia that marked him as equal to his own.
"Colonel Valentine, a pleasure to meet you. I am Colonel Abela, deputy commander of the Maltese armed forces. Brigadier Hanlon sends his regrets that he cannot be here to meet you, but his position and duties have him in much discussion with both the President and also the N/UN. He sends his thanks for your arrival, however, and has detached as many of our personnel to aid you as possible"
"Thank you, Colonel. The rest of my squadron are with me, and our transports are right behind us too, with more of our own personnel and equipment to help bolster your defences. As soon as they land, I'll be happy to turn the security forces over to your command and advice on where best they can be utilised and employed for effective defence. Do you have somewhere for us to bunk down, and facilities for command and control?"
"Certainly. I have directed Captain Murano to be your liason, he will show you where you will be staying, and co-ordinate your actions with our own. We will make any and all resources we can spare available to you as well. Unfortunately, that is not as much as we may like; we are still rebuilding from the disasters of years past, which is why we require these resources that are being interrupted to begin with, and it is the current feeling that these raiders seem to be aiming to stage an invasion. But I will leave this to Murano to brief you in full"
"Thank you, Colonel. I'm sure we'll speak again soon"
The Colonel excused himself, climbing into a Land Rover that departed shortly after, and leaving Murano to introduce himself. A short man with bright, intense eyes and fair hair, he seemed very competent and quite personable as he spoke, turning to watch the rest of the squadron arrive with Kat and Scott.

Dark Space - A Mecha-Focused Space Opera RP (RP Suspended)

I re-watched Macross: Do You Remember Love? last night, the movie version of the original Macross.
And man, the visuals are still absolutely gob-smackingly beautiful and it reminded me exactly why I wanted to run a Mecha-based RP in the first place, as well as the kind of 80's real-robot anime vibe I was going for too
[12:15]
And that yes, we don't need to get hung up on all the details or realism as much, as the vibe and the mood is what's more important than the specifics

youtu.be/wckZcVFLU24?si=ZycZ7bvgzazf49xy

Shattered Steel - An Ace Combat/Project Wingman/etc inspired aircraft-based RP

Regrettably, due to medical problems sapping a lot of my energy and time, I'll have to bow out of the RP.

I'm fine with my characters coming under control of the DMs, to either exist as NPCs or to quietly leave the setting as well.

Sorry all.

@Thayr

Sad times, but understandable all the same.
I hope you get some help and good news with the issues, and you're always welcome back if things improve and turn around.

Dark Space - A Mecha-Focused Space Opera RP (RP Suspended)

First IC post is up to introduce the ship, the captain and the setting. Nothing big or exciting as yet. I just thought we'd have everyone make an intro post either on the ship or arriving to it. As soon as everyone's had a chance to post, I'll get things moving with a bit more interest, have everyone meet and get introduced as the ship gets underway.