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G1 Chromia

Chromia’s engine rumbled a growl as her tires clumsily jerked and skidded along the gleaming white road. She was still a little ways away from the range and was definitely not making good progress in her alt-mode. Not with all the irritating white stuff hindering her speed and course.

Damn Cybertronian tires!

It was true. The fragging ( Read more... )

[ooc: As titled, this is an open prompt. Feel free to jump in at any time]

( Cut to save your space and IQ; clicky at your own risk! )

G1 Chromia
( Chromia has a dream that leaves her pretty shaken. )

G1 Chromia

Currently sitting cross-legged with her back against a shooting point’s fence, Chromia has a small pile of assorted scrap and electronics laid out in front of her; along with a data-pad in one hand and a cube in the other. Her optic ridges are knotted in focus, gaze drilling into the data-pad’s contents with an unusually studious air. She ( Read more... )

G1 Chromia

Chromia eyes the gaping hole of the shooting range’s rear barricade with a dangerous gleam to her optics. She never was a patient femme by any stretch of the word. And each klik longer that crater sits there, another figurative thread of Chromia's brittle tolerance snaps; physically expressed through the crushing death-grip she ( Read more... )

G1 Chromia

The shooting range is devoid of it's archetypical sound effects, nothing but bluebird twitters and the gushing of wind through trees to be heard. The sky is less than promising; any sign of blue kept well concealed behind a thick curtain of dirty grey clouds. Still, for some reason she cannot fathom, Chromia finds herself out here. And ( Read more... )

Having spent the last hour and a half boring over her datapad on weapon engineering, barely comprehending half of the highbrow language used in the text, Chromia sets to a more practical take on the subject. Hefting herself up from where she’d been plopped on the ground, she moves over to one of the control consoles that had been damaged from the ( Read more... )

Chromia is in a less than stellar mood and, in essence, rather fragged off. But having just realised that one of her favourite spots in the whole of slagging Nexusville has been completely burnt to a smouldering heap can do that to a girl. So much for her regular watering-hole anyway...

'Fragging lighting. Couldn't have just hit a little east of the ( Read more... )

G1 Chromia

*After hauling a sizable boulder to the forefront of the clearing, Chromia plucks a spare welder from the inside of her subspace and sets to scrawling into the stone. *

Welcome to The Shooting Range

Anyone and everyone are welcome to come use it. For now it’s BYOW (Bring Your Own Weapon). Just to be clear, the name may say Shooting Range, ( Read more... )