//-anymore after this post, so I more than likely won't see any replies or messages here. However, my DMs on my main will always be open.

//It was fun, and I enjoyed my time, but I doubt I'll do a public rp like this again.

//I was already beginning to rp here less and less anyway, so I'm honestly not all that broken up about leaving this platform (for rping, at least. I'll still be active on my main @pheonyx98.bsky.social, for those who want to reach out about anything) I probably won't even be opening these accounts-

//Since everything has kind of blown up, my accounts (General Break Out, Omen/???, and Brunner) will be going on indefinite hiatus. I may end up deleting these accounts as well, but I doubt it. In all honesty, I'll likely just end up forgetting about them (eventually).

[It backs away, staring for another long moment before it vanishes into the darkness entirely.]

[It takes another few kliks for the effects to wear off from Starscream's processor, leaving only a faint helm ache and tiredness from his processor struggling to comprehend what happened to it.]

[The creature starts to move closer, but it makes a mistake. It brushes a brittle twig, and the weak limb snaps off the tree and falls down, hitting Lily right in the helm. The creature is frozen again.]

[The pain starts getting worse, a strut-deep fatigue hitting Starscream. Even just lifting a digit takes monumental effort.]

[High above the two bots, a gangly, sickly frame lies in wait.]

[The urge gets stronger, and the helmache gets worse. Something starts tingling at the bottom of Starscream's pedes and the tips of his digits. A voice whispers incoherently, but it sounds panicked.]

[The comm call doesn't even pick up. The window just vanishes. For a moment, it just seemed quite random, but then Starscream begins to feel dizzy and like he needs to get away from all bots. Now.]

[Lily doesn't see anything, but Starscream does get a pop-up on his HUD. A comm-call request from what looks to be an ancient number.]

((OOC: Just some clean up, and a new temporary pin for information. Information on this character is currently not available to anyone inside the rp. Consider this account entirely invisible for now. I'll put up a new pinned post when more information becomes accessible.))

OOC: Hi everyone!! I’m making this post as a sort of announcement. By 12am pst on January 1st, many people on the tfa bluesky rp will be resetting. So what does this mean? It means that some characters will be given a clean slate, as many of us are so grateful to be apart of this, a lot of us did

𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐧: Spoilers ;)

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((OOC: This is a marker post! The Bluesky TFA RP is going to go through a reset! Everything from 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 this post is from the old rp, and everything 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 this post is the new rp.))

((𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐎𝐮𝐭, 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐧 will all be 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐭.))

[Little does Rung know, Omen is already watching his little light from the corner, mask firmly in place, and unintentionally unsettling a couple of random mechs nearby.]

[A dark shape slips into the room, staying entirely silent and scanning the area. Of course, Rung is at a more populated place at the bar... He'll catch his little light's attention later. He sticks to the shadows for now, finding a quiet corner.]

ℑ'𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 ℜ𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢, ℑ 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔫𝔬𝔱.

((I'm not sure Rung would be able to handle that very well, but if he would like to come, I do not see why not.))

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤.

((You are impressively annoying))

𝔗𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫... ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱.

((To be a young hunter again... I will watch you with interest.))

𝔚𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩, 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢.

((We will, my love.))

ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔥𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔯𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 "𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰" 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫.

((It is better to feel hungry for some time than never be able to taste "something so delicious" again.))

𝔅𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔶, 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩-𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯. ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔠𝔶𝔠𝔩𝔢.

𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 ℑ 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔞 𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢. ℑ 𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤.

ℑ𝔱 𝔦𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔞 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫-𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔩, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 ℑ'𝔪 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔲𝔱~ 𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯- 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢. ℑ'𝔪 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔢'𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔧𝔬𝔦𝔫 𝔦𝔫.

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔧𝔬𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔡. ℑ 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔟𝔰.

ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰. 𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢. 𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰.

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔶𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔶. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔨, 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥, 𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫.

𝔗𝔶𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶, ℑ 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔭 𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱. 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔵𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔟𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔰, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱.

𝔒𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔶𝔟𝔢 ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫.. 𝔥𝔪. ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔞.

[Omen nods to Vortex first, then looks over at Overlord. That could actually work... Omen nods again.]

𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔤𝔬𝔫. ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔥𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯. 𝔐𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢.

[Omen nods slowly. Reaching into a bag on its side, it pulls out a small (for him) datapad and offers it to Vortex.]

ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔢. ℑ 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢.

(@vhoretex.bsky.social)

ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶. ℑ 𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢. ℌ𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡, 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢? ℑ 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 "𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔶."

𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢𝔰, 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔲𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔞 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢.