She'll shoot your eye out, kid!

Floating high above Sanctuary is a ball of light. A golden sphere that starts a slow descent towards the city center as the clock ticks ever closer to midnight. Sanctuary is abuzz with activity as the entire city glows with the light and cheer of celebration. At events like these, the human holidays that tend to ring as inconsequential to the cybertronian mindset, the organics outnumber the mecha. The Varmegos, in the company of Chroma, Flyby, and Jettison are the few mecha that bothered to show and enjoy the food and festivities.

Against surprisingly stacked odds, the city has survived one more planetary rotation! Sandcrest is already tipsy, Treadline is close to joining him, and Chroma and Traction have started to good naturally squabble over one thing or another when it happens. A flash from far above.

The golden ball begins to plummet. Trails of ionized light trail after it as it descends. The clock ticks down.

5.

It glows brighter.

4.

The colors begin to shift.

3.

Its getting startlingly close.

2.

Its not slowing down!

1.

It hits the ground-

The ball explodes in a shower of hard light birds, the little generated creatures soaring back into the sky with light trails left behind. They flit in and out, leaving shining braids of light in the air as they reach the apex of their flight and explode into shattering rainbows of color- filling the sky above sanctuary with an artificial aurora.

Traction is the first to raise his glass, quiet and surprisingly grim despite the breathtaking display, “To another year survived!” He toasts.

“To another year!” The surrounding mecha raise their own glasses and drink.

Do you want a no stress environment to rp to your heart’s content?

Free of time constraints. 

Free of pressure to take part. 

Free of the confusion of individual rules pages.

The Sanctuary Social is an oc friendly IC chatroom for those connected to the tumblr transformers roleplay community. 

With a setting of a public text chatroom along the lines of AIM or Omegle chatroom, this server is meant to give a laid back environment to interact or develop characters without the stress of having tumblr’s information or time requirements.

Some Rules:

No minors. (age 18+ only)

Already present members have the right to anonymously deny your acceptance for reasons such as past negativity within the first 24 hours of you joining the server.

There will be a week or so “trial period” of sorts, during which you can learn the ropes then decide if you wish to stay or leave. 

Leave real world issues/problems/complaints at the digital door. 

Send 🌶 to learn what my muse thinks is hot about yours

“Wait- he could have been captured all this time!?” She scowls. Of course that dumb fragger would probably wait to call for help. She looks at the caliber of ammo he’s stuffing into his subspace, “Tormentor put that slag down,” She runs towards the door, “You wouldn’t scare a mosaic moth with any of that! Holdon.” 

She disappears down the hall, racing back to her room. Once there she dumps out her storage bin, tossing things around before she finds what she was looking for. One of Screw’s little toy boxes, the one he gave her. She pops the lid and grabs what she needs, bounding back to where she left the captain.

“Here!” She tosses him the box, “Those’ll do some damage.” 

Inside are about dozen bullets with a glass tubing surrounding the powder center. Each is filled with a viscous green fluid. 

“Do not fire those anywhere near Lieutenant or within a few meters of yourself. You’ll be in the splash zone. But they’ll melt straight through a wall even if its fireproof... also just.. be careful with them.” If he crunches one in his hand, well, he won’t have a hand anymore.

… I don’t en garde because I want to. I en garde because I have been challenged and I’m not a wimp.

Loser bottoms

“Same direction.” She guesses. As long as they can get where she needs to go, things should be ok. After all the mob would be a bunch of idiots to try and start something on a station full of just as awful criminals who would turn on them in an instant if any misfires happen. “Stowing away isn’t always as hard when you have a gun for an alt. knock over a crate, flip into alt amidst the mess. They’ll usually stow you away on their own!” Its just getting OUT that is sometimes the hard part but hey thats what knives and crowbars are for. 

“Depends on what you’re offering to drink.” The femme sinks down to the floor against the wall, cygar twirling idly in her fingers, “Chill. Right. I can do that.” 

“Pft, my version of fun probably wouldn’t be your thing. Don’t think I’m your type.” The idea that Sterling has any form of chill is laughable. Drinking will help he lack of chill settle a bit, though. The cygar is almost to her lips when she notices the combined cause of her trouble and savior lock up. 

“What’s happening?” In seconds Sterling is on her feet as well, following after him, “Uh… Yeah, I’m no suave space pilot but I’m assuming red dots are bad.”

Optics locked on that radar, there’s at least five dots creeping up to them. Activating one of the many cameras littering the ship, the backside camera shows its feed one of the screens. The classical black-and-white colors, with lights flashing immediately gives it away who’s pursuing them. “Seriously. Cops.” He mutters under his breath, concerned about the biggest vessel that slowly prowls towards them. This day couldn’t end. 

“We just hope we don’t get sucked inside, cuz’ once we’re in, we’re busted. End of fun, end of my smuggling for several years and if those mobsters find out I’m in prison, well, frag me right?” The ship kicks into the gear, flying faster; in response, the smaller ships speed up too. It will take a while for the quantum engines to fully charge.

“We get busted,” Sterling taps her heel against her other shin, where she is singularly aware of what’s inside the hidden compartment there, “I’m not going down without a fight.” If she goes down, she’s taking some of them to the pit with her. “So you might end up alone in that cell of yours.”

“Oh Yeah, plenty of running from the law. Really helps to get on the enforcers’ bad side when you’ve got a warrant on your helm. Usually literal running, though.” Throwing stuff at the enforcers pre war really never helped her relationship with them, either. Those guys were dicks, though. Real senate lackeys. 

You! Hey, yes YOU!

Have you ever wanted to anonymously speak with others across the multiverse?

Are you an organic hoping to become more familiar with Cybertronian culture or your robotic neighbors? Well have we got a chance for you! Come along and join-

THE SANCTUARY SOCIAL

Sanctuary Social is an oc friendly IC chatroom for those connected to the tumblr transformers roleplay community. With the setting of an old school public text chatroom along the lines of AIM or a multiple member access omegle chatroom, this server is meant to give a laid back environment to interact or develop characters without the stress of having tumblr’s information or time requirements.

 I will also give some warnings flat out that may disqualify some people: 

>no minors. I don’t have the time or energy to use kiddie gloves for people so I don’t get in trouble in case stuff happens.

>Mutuals of Beta Users Only. To keep things from getting out of hand, you have to be a mutual of one of the blogs under the read more in order to join. When you join, you tell who you are mutual with and they will sponsor you.. which is fancy talk for confirm you two are mutuals. Then so long as no one else contests you joining, you’ll be green lit!

>Leave real world issues/problems/complaints at the door. This is going to be a place for overall chill and relaxed fun, I want as little real world controversy leaking into it as possible. If you want to vent about your day or problems going on I’m sorry but this won’t be the place to do it.

General rules still apply (such as age limit) but anyone who is apart of the server can invite anyone else.

Meaning ‘Beta user mutuals only’ no longer matters! If you know a server member with sponsor status ask for an invite!

Some of the differences between Beta invite and Sponsor invite are:

>Sponsor status is active time and behavior based

>A person doesn’t have to be a mutual of anyone on the server or a Beta user, so long as there is a current member of the server with sponsor status who is willing to stand up as Sponsor for them

>Anyone in the server can veto that person’s invite anonymously within 24 hours of said person joining the server.

>The person invited is that sponsor’s responsibility, which just means if that person breaks rules and ends up kicked, then the sponsor will lose their ability to be a sponsor for a short time

“YOU STOP LAUGHING THIS INSTANT”

Even his sass can’t ruin her joyous mood at this development. “Alright, lets get you off the floor then.” 

Proceed to pick up tiny Meme by the scruff and stand straight, dangling him in open air as she picks up the device.

“Hey, hey, hey! Put me down!” Whatever she’s about to do, he doesn’t like this at all. 

He doesn’t enjoy anything about the current ongoings. 

“YOU STOP LAUGHING THIS INSTANT”

“YOU STOP LAUGHING THIS INSTANT”

Sterling stares at Meme, her optics drilling into the back of his helm as the ship ascends into the sky. It isn’t a surprise he knows of Faelstro. Even muggers on the streets know of Faelstro- you can’t call yourself a criminal and not be familiar with the near valhalla of crime. 

No, what surprises her is the coming offer. 

“You are asking me to accept an offer to go across the galaxy from someone who dragged me into a fire fight then ended up getting me on the slag on sight list for a multi-star system criminal organization?” The statement hangs heavy in the air, “…. Well, I’ve done stupider things.” 

Yes, give her the payment or give her the guns back. As soon as the cash is coughed up she looks out the window to watch the planet surface shrink, “… Guess we’re stuck together for awhile then.”

“We’re good then! Same direction? Same direction! And you save up on some money by not paying the ridiculous travel fees. Well, you can be a sneaky stowaway if you believe yourself enough but boy, I don’t recommend it.” By the sound of it, it almost feels like he did try to board on a ship without paying once.

“For a few days. A few quantum jumps, a few cruising and we should be fine. Anyway, you want some drinks? Otherwise, we really have nothing to do but to chill.” He shrugs, making his way over to the set of couches in the living area, where he sprawls himself on top of one. “Usually I either sleep after such a day but unless you have some idea what we could do, I’m game. Travel is sometimes boring.” 

“Depends on what you’re offering to drink.” The femme sinks down to the floor against the wall, cygar twirling idly in her fingers, “Chill. Right. I can do that.” 

“Pft, my version of fun probably wouldn’t be your thing. Don’t think I’m your type.” The idea that Sterling has any form of chill is laughable. Drinking will help he lack of chill settle a bit, though. The cygar is almost to her lips when she notices the combined cause of her trouble and savior lock up.