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Welcome to Transformers: Lost and Found! A text-based role-playing game set in the IDW Transformers comics continuity, following the travels of the Lost Light and its crew on their search for the Knights of Cybertron following the end of the Autobot/Decepticon war.
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Progess made collecting the artifacts of the Knights of Cybertron to create a weapon to defeat Unicron, aka the Awesome Meter:
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- 2017-10-22 Surprise Visit - There are better vacation destinations than the space-boonies, but the company's alright. (Lieutenant, Grifter, Highwire, Verve, Picket)
- 2017-10-22 Reaching Higher - Chimera teaches the ins-and-outs of being a cat. Perceptor gets stuck in a tree. (Perceptor, Chimera)
- 2017-10-21 A Monster Headache - Torque checks up on Hound for both a headache and as a friend. (Torque, Hound)
- 2017-10-21 Ready Player One - In which two greenhorns try to figure out how to work a videogame console. (Galaxy Shuttle, Mir)
- 2017-10-21 What Feels Right - Adagio has a few questions about Decepticons while crashing at Star's place post-party. (Starstruck, Adagio)
- 2017-10-20 Deceiptibarbeque - Deathsaurus invites the Decepticons (and some Neutrals) to his place for some grillin'. (Deathsaurus, Blackstorm, Windblade, Starstruck, Adagio, Blast Off, Breakdown, Leozack, Killbison)
- 2017-10-21 On the Hunt - Prowl has some information to share on the search for Bumblebee's half of the Matrix, but some species tension interferes. (Rodimus, Prowl, Hound, Perceptor, Bulkhead)
- 2017-10-21 Reply Hazy Try Again - Windblade pops in for a wellness check with Tempo and tests the Titan's response to her Really Bad Idea. (Windblade, Tempo, Titan Keeper)
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In the aftermath of over four million years of war, Autobots and Decepticons alike find themselves looked down on by a galaxy grown tired of their shenanigans.
The Galactic Council is the primary peacekeeping force in the galaxy. Cybertronians answer to the laws of the Code of Interplanetary Conflict as well as the Tyrest Accord.
Following the rebirth of Cybertron, Cybertronians across the galaxy have been called back to their home planet. Some of these colonies were formed during the war as military outposts, some were formed in protest to the war, and some were formed long, long ago when the Knights of Cybertron and metrotitans left Cybertron.
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- NPCs: Scorn, Phasma, Sequin
- Team Leader:
- Run by: Vap
- NPCs: Jaekel, Torrent, Incirrina
- Team Leader:
- Run by: Jay, Ems
- NPCs: Bob
- Team Leader:
- Run by: Tez
- NPCs:
- Team Leader:
- Run by: Ems, Koi, Mox, Sao, Tez, Jay, Jug
2017-02-20 Ten's Story by Boomer (talk) 20 February 2017
My dear, Torque,
It has come to my attention that I really have not shared personal information of myself from the past as you have. The thought of asking you to spare some time to tell you has crossed my mind. However, it is instantaneously followed by a rather crippling anxiety. Quite honestly I am not a vocal mech, as you know, so talking about myself can be intimidating. Not to mention I rather not talk all together. However, ou are my amica, so you have a right to know everything that Fantoccini does.
I hope writing this all will suffice.
2017-02-14 Tough Love by AJ (talk) 14 February 2017
In his habsuite, alone, Fritz sat cross-legged on his berth, cradling his colorful sphere, watching the myriad of shifting hues and shades that shine through its surface. His frame was bent forward, almost as if he was shielding the sphere from the rest of the room, though it wasn't necessary; Frisk wasn't there, either off on duty or stealing something. Fritz wasn't stupid, he noticed the new objects that appeared on his roommate's side of the hab every so often. He curled tighter over his treasure, optics squeezing shut for a moment. But he was, wasn't he? He was stupid. The last couple of interactions he'd had with crewmembers...Gyro looming angrily over him, Waspinator allowing him to lean only because he was distracted by the colored sphere, Lieutenant having to pick him up and watch over him because he'd sprained an ankle joint...Fritz held the sphere so hard against his chassis, all four arms wrapped around it, that it almost seemed like he was trying to shove it into his frame.
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