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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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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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Deck 1 Command
Deck 2 Science and Medical
Deck 3 Recreation
Deck 4 Habsuites
Deck 5 Engineering
Deck 6 Docks and Storage

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30 May 2016 - 19 June 2016
On Velocitron, speed is what matters. Their mobile cities, the Velocites, traverse the surface to stay ahead of the searing heat of dawn. In the capital, Delta, the upcoming Inevitable 250 race is about to determine the new leader. The slow workers banished to the polar city of Mu are seething with rebellion. The older city of Transit, mysteriously slowing down, may require evacuation before it burns up.
  • NPCs: Blackfire, Bladerunner, Clocker, Clunker, Hazzard, Hitch, Lightrail, Override, Oversteer, Peel Out, Powerdyne, Pummel, Pursuit, Quadcam, Ransack, Rimmer, Road Rash, Slapdash, Starfire, Upshift
  • Team Leader:
  • Run by: Mox, Tez, Mia
13 March 2017 - 30 March 2017
The Shivans believe they were created at the hands of Nova Prime for the purpose of suffering, to prove their worthiness for their final release thanks to the deliverers, who they determine are the crew of the Lost Light. An enormous black monolith saps the energy of everyone and everything around, including the ship's engines. Soon, according to the Shivans, a great Immolation will burst forth from the monolith to end suffering for all.
  • NPCs: Veron, Vetik, Zikorne, Shanex, Eksilon, Sesterne, Polko, Gilstik, Lerrer, Dotzent
  • Team Leader:
  • Run by: Mox
14 February 2017 - 21 February 2017
A medic looking to create a vaccine for Rust Rash recruits some live test subjects, something goes a little more awry than usual.
  • NPCs: Lackluster
  • Team Leader:
  • Run by: Rung
29 December 2016 - 4 January 2017
The Lost Light stops by a spacestation run completely by Cybertronians. Seemingly occupied by neutrals, its actually run by Neo-Functionists.
  • NPCs: Clockwise, Proletariat, Lifeline, Dot, Scanner
  • Team Leader:
  • Run by: Soundwave
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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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