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Reblog if I’m allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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[Whelp]

[ah yes, it has indeed been a while.  I have not forgotten this blog, though obviously I haven’t made much progress.  I’m....going to try again.  Maybe things’ll go better this time!  Time to pester people!]

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More Worldbuilding

There was a single, small trading outpost on the wasteland moon. While yes, the moon was where many travelers left their refuse, one bots trash is another bots treasure. The outpost was where a small group of bots lived, most scavenging through the leftovers and selling what was still usable, while the rest kept the outpost running.

A small, lightly built mech going by the name Torque was the resident medic, though he barely considered himself as such. Most of his time was spent foraging for spare parts since travelers never dropped off new medical supplies, he always had to make do. Anyone going to his clinic knew any replacements would scavenged parts.

Torque's home was located on the outskirts of the outpost, and he spent most of his free time wandering the wastes nearby, looking for useful materials. One day Torque was picking through the rubble when movement caught his eye. He froze, carefully attempting to pinpoint the source of the movement.

A fair distance away, an unfamiliar red winged mech was picking through a small pile of what appeared to be some kind of piping. He hadn't yet noticed Torque, but it was only a matter of time. His wings twitched and he seemed to … chirp? He pulled a small scrap out of the pile and brought it to his mouth, wings giving another happy twitch as he subspaced the scrap. Either oblivious or ignoring his audience, the red mech continued digging through the pile, finally digging out another small scrap and bringing it to his mouth. Instead of a happy chirp, this scrap piece received a huff and was flung aside, unknowingly towards his audience. He glanced over and turned back to the pile before freezing, wings flaring high in surprise and he whipped back around, staring in shock at the slight mech before him.

“Easy! I'm unarmed!” Torque called to the mech, knowing that the few bots living in the wastes tended to be aggressive and in no mood to start a fight.

The red mech was obviously nervous, but didn't seem ready to throw down, so he took a few steps closer, “what're you even looking for, maybe I can point you in the right direction.”

Wings flicking in what seemed to be a nervous habit, the mech hesitated before taking a few steps closer and pulling out the scrap he'd picked up earlier. He gestured to the scrap, letting out a short series of clicks that meant nothing to Torque, but looking at the scrap Torque could see that it was nearly pure iron. Is he mineral deficient? That might explain the tasting, but still, this doesn't quite add up. Why is he here, and why won't he speak, he certainly seems to understand me.

“So, ya got a name, or something I can call you? Or should I just start calling you Red?”

Tilting his head, the red mech merely gave an uneasy click, shifting on his pedes.

Holding up a finger and rolling his optics, Torque turned back towards the outpost, “Red it is. Give me a minute, I might have something you can use.”

Once Torque got to his home, he dug through his stashes, looking for where he put the materials he was going to break down into supplements. Finding a couple, he subspaced them and began heading back to where he'd left Red.

Red had gone back to poking around a scrap pile, pulling out pieces and tasting them, usually tossing them aside with a click, but occasionally subspacing them with a chirp. He'd just tossed aside another scrap when Torque returned. His wings gave another nervous flick before he approached, keeping some distance and tilting his head again.

Torque held out his bounty, another iron scrap and a smaller scrap high in nickel, “stop acting dumb and you can have these.”

When his response was yet another tilted head and chirp, Torque had had enough. With as much force as he could muster, he tossed the iron scrap into the sky. He expected he might've been starting a fight, but it was too late. He never expected the mech to fire off into the sky after the scrap, neatly catching it in his denta and landing fairly heavily. Red ground his denta into the scrap a little, testing it apparently, before chirping and putting it into his subspace. He then eyed the other scrap in Torque's servo, wings giving an excited little shiver.

“Seriously?!?” with an aggravated sigh, the second scrap went into the sky and again Red went for it, getting a good taste and subspacing it when it passed his test.

Apparently no longer very nervous around Torque, Red hopped close and pulled him into an embrace as he chirped happily. Luckily Red put him down quickly, but continued to bounce and chirp excitedly. More confused than he could ever remember being, Torque just sighed and stalked away, returning to rummaging through the piles for more useful scraps.  After all, now he needed more scraps for supplements, as well as for general repairs.

Back to Red, Torque didn't know the mech had approached until he heard a chirp. Startled, he spun around just to see Red holding out a piston. He handed it to Torque and then looked off into the distance for a few seconds before turning back and practically nuzzling him. One final chirp and Red was off, flying low to avoid being seen and quickly disappearing into the rubble.

Unexpectedly, Red came back at least once a week, sometimes every day usually with some parts he thought might be useful, and so Torque kept various mineral scraps to trade. Red still didn't speak anything Torque could understand, and half the time kept up his dumb act, but as long as he kept bringing useful parts Torque didn't mind that much.

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Story Time

     Sideswipe was quietly snooping around a pile of refuse, clicking softly to himself as he searched for something of use when he heard an audio-splitting shriek.  He jumped, wings flared high in surprise and instinctively began heading towards the sound.  The youngling had been with him, and while he'd told the little one not to stray far, that cry was definitely him, and definitely much farther than he should've been.  He bolted towards the cry, and as he approached he could now hear the angry chittering of the youngling as well as a mech cussing at him in cybertronian.  Peering over a small ridge, Sideswipe watched a mid sized mech take a swing at the youngling.  The youngling dodged and prepared to give another loud cry for help when Sideswipe jumped in, jetpack giving a small boost so that he was able to clear the ridge and land in a bit of a crouch between the mech and youngling, wings spread wide and denta bared in aggression.

     <Leave and live.  Fight and die.>  He spat at the mech.  The rule was to give outsiders a chance, they would not stoop so low as to kill the innocent.

     The mech simply cussed a few more times and pulled a blade, grinning as he foolishly approached with a smug swagger.  Sideswipe simply tilted his head and launched himself at the mech without warning, jetpack igniting to get him to the mech in a quarter of the time it should have.  The mech was shocked badly enough that he'd practically dropped the knife as Sideswipe landed, their frames tumbling and skidding to a halt.  Still on the offensive, Sideswipe gripped the stunned mech's helm and twisted it sharply, important cables and lines crimping and snapping, and the mech's dull frame went gray.  With a soft sigh of relief, Sideswipe picked up the frame and began heading home, his clicks of irritation towards the youngling wandering so far fading to a soft chitter, relaying his worry.  The youngling cheeped in apology and stuck close, not wanting another scare so soon.  The Hive would feed well tonight.

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Memory Purges

     Some nights would find Sideswipe bolting to his feet, wings flared high in alarm and vents struggling to keep up.  The memory purges were always very unsettling, no matter which bot got them, because they were the only window to their pasts.  None of the bots in Hive had any memories prior to waking up together in the wastes, and since Cybertronians don't technically dream, the purges seem like their life before Hive was terrible.      The memories brought back by the purges rarely last.  Usually mere minutes later and the new memories are gone.  Sometimes something will stick, but it's usually something subtle.  After an unpleasant series of purges that lasted nearly a week, Sideswipe is now fairly sure that the voice he hears in his spark every dusk and dawn is his brother, and that the golden armor shard he carries belongs to him.  He's still not sure, but he's tried hard to remember the memories.      Whenever a bot wakes from a nasty memory purge, the rest of Hive tends to gather close and cuddle.  Sideswipe himself will be subdued for hours after a purge, and usually the young femme and youngling will cling to him until he goes back to normal.

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Hive

     Hive consists of the leader, a kind but stern femme called Queen, two mech [Sideswipe one of them] and two femme adults, one femme young adult [she’s smaller than the adults, but not a youngling], one youngling and two sparklings.

     Sideswipe, the young femme and the youngling tend to scout together.  It gives the energetic trio something to do, and Sideswipe is strong enough to handle most encounters in the wastes.  Worst case, they are fast and know the landscape well.  They get along well with each other, and will chirp excitedly at anything and everything.  The youngling is particularly attached, and prefers his energon straight from Sideswipe’s wrist.  The whole Hive’s tried to get him to drink from cubes, or anything else, but he turns on the waterworks with his wide optics and usually gets his way.  Sideswipe’s been considering turning one of his lines into what amounts to a drinking spout so that he doesn’t have to keep cutting his lines open just to keep the youngling and sparklings fed.

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Main Info

    Captured during a battle by the Decepticons, Sideswipe was tortured for information and just plain fun.  He was deemed worthless for information, and when they finally tired of him, they send him to Shockwave.

    Shockwave tried his best to turn him, as well as some other unfortunate bots, into drones, but ultimately was unsuccessful.  All of the bots involved in the drone experiments were deemed failures and sent to a remote wasteland.  They call their little group 'hive' and are lead by the Queen.

    Sideswipe has absolutely no memories from before entering the wasteland, few of the bots do.  The only reason he even knows his name is because every morning he feels a call through his spark, "Hold on Sideswipe, just a little longer."  Every evening he gets one more call, "I'll never give up on you, don't worry."  He tries to call back, but has no idea if it goes through.

    He also has a small piece of golden armor that had been missed in a small subspace pocket near his spark.  He someday hopes to find the bot with armor the color of a 'melting sun'.

    All of the failed drones retained most of their previous frame structure, with a few modifications.  Integrated into their backs was a form of jet pack and wings.  As most Decepticons are flight capable, the idea was to make sure the slaves drones could keep up.  The wings are shaped more like Seeker wings than Praxian doorwings, and while they are more sensitive than the rest of the body, they have nowhere near the sensitivity of true sensory panels.

     There is little of value out in the wastes, but the Hive is not alone.  The other bots tend to be aggressive and territorial, and any member of Hive will defend themselves if necessary.  They will not attack first, and friendly interactions will be returned and remembered.  Unfriendly interactions will also be returned, though it should be mentioned....

     Energon is scarce in the wastes, but there are a few lakes of some kind of crude oil.  Queen, Sideswipe and a couple of the fully adult members of Hive can drink it and convert it to useful Energon, but it’s very hard on them, and extremely ineffective.  An entire tankful might yield 3-6% of their energy needs, and Hive does not consist entirely of adults.

     Since they do have a source of energy, no matter how weak it is, they do not hunt indiscriminately, but be aware.  Hive is strong.  They can kill you, and if they do

they will eat you.

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Rules/About Me

Hello everyone!

     I have decided to try the art of rp once again!  I greatly enjoy it, but I have a few [many] quirks that hopefully don’t make things too difficult for everyone.  If there’s anything you’d like me to tag or anything like that, feel free to let me know!  I’m also open to constructive criticism, just please don’t crush my soul, this is actually hard for me.

     I’m fairly busy, anxious about talking to people, and extremely scatterbrained.  It’s not a great combination and has soured my attempts at reentering the rp world before.  If you send me something and I don’t reply in any way, feel free to remind me if you think I’ve forgotten, as I said, I’m extremely scatterbrained and any interruption can cause me to forget things.  When replying to people, I tend to try to match lengths, aka if you send me two sentences you’ll probably get a reply around that, if you send me a page I’ll try to send one back.  However, unless I’m really on a roll, the longer my response is, the slower I am.  Sometimes I just can’t do it, so you might either get a shorter reply, or I’ll send you a message to let you know that I’ve not forgotten, I’m just slow!

     I’m open to any conversations both IC and OOC, feel free to send a message!

[OOC]

::Comm. speak::

<Cybertronian>

“English” if he ever learns it

     Sideswipe usually speaks in a fairly unique variation of Insecticon, which sounds like a series of chirps, clicks and whistles.  He also knows Cybertronian, though his files are a little corrupted.

     I will usually assume your character can not understand his Insecticon language, because it was pretty much made up within his little group of outcasts.

     Please no godmodding, and give me a heads up if you’re planning on doing anything drastic to my Sideswipe.

     Last but not least!!!  I, uhh, might not be super knowledgeable about most Transformers, I’m fairly new to the fandom, but I know a bit!