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(with apologies to Teletraan Omega)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPkzz-Oa3c8
It is the year 1984.
In a distant spiral arm of the galaxy, on a planet of chrome, a war has raged for millenia. The Decepticons rule the planet of Cybertron with an iron fist, their legions pillaging the stars for the life preserving energon necessary to fuel their war machine. Against them stand the Autobots, freedom fighters seeking to bring an end to the tyranny of the Decepticons and return freedom and peace to the galaxy.
Biological machines, they are called 'Transformers', and between them the stars burn.
You are one small cog in this machine. A prisoner awaiting transportation.
Your sentence - the energon mines of Riley-7. To work until your spark fails, your chassis reduced to cosmic garbage, with nothing left to mark you had ever existed. A fate shared by many the Decepticon overlords considered 'undesirable' in their vision of Cybertron society. With the Autobot resistance fled from the surface of the planet, there's little left to stop them.
What brought you to this ignoble fate?
>You were a gladiator, forced to fight for the entertainment of Decepticon spectators, reducing your opponents scrap to their cheers and jeers, until you refused to fight any longer (bonus to combat rolls)
>You had been a smuggler, forced into a life of crime under Decepticon rule, caught smuggling weapons to the Autobot resistance after being double crossed by your partner (bonus to charm rolls)
>You had been an analyst, caught in the wrong place at the wrong time by Decepticon enforcers. You did nothing wrong, but no one believes you (bonus to logic rolls)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPkzz-Oa3c8
It is the year 1984.
In a distant spiral arm of the galaxy, on a planet of chrome, a war has raged for millenia. The Decepticons rule the planet of Cybertron with an iron fist, their legions pillaging the stars for the life preserving energon necessary to fuel their war machine. Against them stand the Autobots, freedom fighters seeking to bring an end to the tyranny of the Decepticons and return freedom and peace to the galaxy.
Biological machines, they are called 'Transformers', and between them the stars burn.
You are one small cog in this machine. A prisoner awaiting transportation.
Your sentence - the energon mines of Riley-7. To work until your spark fails, your chassis reduced to cosmic garbage, with nothing left to mark you had ever existed. A fate shared by many the Decepticon overlords considered 'undesirable' in their vision of Cybertron society. With the Autobot resistance fled from the surface of the planet, there's little left to stop them.
What brought you to this ignoble fate?
>You were a gladiator, forced to fight for the entertainment of Decepticon spectators, reducing your opponents scrap to their cheers and jeers, until you refused to fight any longer (bonus to combat rolls)
>You had been a smuggler, forced into a life of crime under Decepticon rule, caught smuggling weapons to the Autobot resistance after being double crossed by your partner (bonus to charm rolls)
>You had been an analyst, caught in the wrong place at the wrong time by Decepticon enforcers. You did nothing wrong, but no one believes you (bonus to logic rolls)
