I'd like for this one to be on the Ultrax. I hope everything checks out alright.DarkfireAllegiance:
F-22 Raptor (Black)Weapons:
Dual Hidden Blades, Throwing Knives, Claws, Null RayHeight:
31ft/ 12.56mQuote: “If you don’t use your head, you might just lose it.”Strength: 6
Tech Skill: 6
Darkfire has been with the Decepticon Armada since its inception. She didn’t join out of any loyalty to the cause, however. Her sister, Foxfire, deceived by the glamorous Decepticon propaganda, enlisted in the Armada. Out of a fierce desire to protect her sister, Darkfire enlisted as well. The war progressed. The acts of the Decepticons became crueler and more ruthless. Foxfire’s disillusionment came when she and Darkfire were asked to demolish a target building. Darkfire knew there were civilians inside, so she tried to get her sister to remain far from the building as a sentry. Foxfire complied and Darkfire went to place the charges. Darkfire had to deal with a few civilians before she could set the charges into place. Foxfire had come to warn her about the approaching Autobots when she caught Darkfire in the act of murdering the last civilian in her way.
It was then that Foxfire’s loyalty to the Decepticons and her trust and love for her sister died, and it was at that moment that Darkfire knew what path she would have to take. Darkfire scuffled with her sister but managed to knock her out and place the charges. She flung her sister over her shoulder and walked away from the scene while the building exploded behind her. Darkfire set her sister down and scouted for an oncoming Autobot patrol. She sighted one fairly easily and returned to her unconscious sister. Darkfire carefully ripped off the Decepticon emblem from her sister and placed it in her sister’s hand. Foxfire had stabbed her during their fight, but it was a shallow wound. Darkfire took Foxfire’s blade now and pushed it deeper into the original wound. Ignoring the pain, Darkfire took satisfaction from the wound when energon started to leak from it. She put the blade in her sister’s hand and took one last look at the one bot that she cared about most in the world. Then, Darkfire turned and never looked back, leaving behind a trail of her own energon.
Foxfire would end up joining with the Autobots while Darkfire remained aligned with the Decepticons. The Autobots took Foxfire in with reservations that quickly faded once her enthusiasm and kind personality shone through. The evidence that Darkfire had laid at the scene would make it easier for Foxfire as well. Foxfire’s own account of the events suggested that after the battle, Darkfire, out of some sense of family, had spared Foxfire’s life. Foxfire has not yet seen her sister since that fateful day.
Darkfire is the quiet type and always has been. She follows orders without any hesitation or question. She seems to lack a conscience and has carried out multiple atrocities with as much reservation as one would have for killing a fly. Darkfire’s cold demeanor emanates from her in such a way that others usually tend to avoid her. She holds a no nonsense approach to missions. Despite her cold demeanor, Darkfire is no stranger to sarcasm and the intricacies of speaking. Although she is familiar with tact, Darkfire doesn’t often employ its use, preferring to speak frankly.Abilities:
Darkfire is fast both in robot form and vehicle mode. While she cannot reach speeds up to escape velocity, Darkfire can reach Mach 2 easily in vehicle mode. She can carry only one human passenger. Darkfire is lithe and graceful in robot mode, escaping danger with ease.
Darkfire is painfully intelligent, able to analyze all situations and their possible outcomes in an astrosecond. Her intelligence extends over into her resourcefulness when faced with a sticky situation. She also has the moderate ability to hack into some databases. While she is no expert hacker, Darkfire is adequate enough in her ability. Darkfire will almost always have several contingency plans when preparing to go out on any assignment.
Darkfire’s hands can transform into claws, the ends of her fingers sharping to savage points. She can scale walls and cling to ceilings with the help of both her claws and agility, allowing her to move around in unconventional ways. Darkfire also carries dual hidden blades for close combat, defaulting on those more often than her claws. They fold out from her forearms and are as long as her forearm if not as wide. As for ranged equipment, Darkfire carries throwing knives and a Null Ray. Darkfire is usually very accurate with both although she cannot match sharp shooters like Sureshot.
Although Darkfire is a practitioner of Metallikato, she also has a grasp of the other various fighting styles such as Circuit-Su and Crystalocution. She is deadly in close combat and even more when she attacks from the shadows.
Darkfire wears moderate armor normally and lighter armor when the need be. Her armor is generally above average, making her able to take several hits before weakening.
As an assassin, Darkfire is familiar with the usual unconventional entry points in guarded facilities. She is practiced in the art of silent movement, hardly making a sound as she walks normally, making none when she tries to be covert.
Unlike most Decepticons or Autobots, Darkfire’s optics are not blue or red. Instead, they are violet.Weaknesses:
While mostly detached from the surrounding world, Darkfire does have a temper. She is prone to make mistakes when she gets angry and willingly fall into traps at times. Also, she prefers to work alone and being forced to work in a group may cause her to snap at comrades in her team and, in severe cases, disobey orders. Darkfire is easily annoyed by what she considers incompetence and does not hesitate to point it out bluntly. Darkfire occasionally toys with her targets like a cat and mouse, and this may allow her target to deal severe damage to her or escape her.Sample Post:
Her target was irritating her today. He had chosen today to break from his routine and walk his secondary path. This threw out half of Darkfire’s meticulously crafted contingency plans. Her target was taking of his irregular trips to a dealer from the black market. He was addicted to a substance called Syk. The problem with this was that the meeting point varied each time. Darkfire had planned to set up an ambush and wait for her target to come along, but now she would have to shadow him, which is what she was doing now.
Darkfire was following her target through the streets of Kaon, prowling along the rooftops at times, slinking in the shadows of the streets at others. It was more effort than she should have had to expend in order to kill her target. Normally, she would’ve liked to toy with a target like this one, but not anymore.
Pausing as her target waited for the transport system to arrive, Darkfire planned her next move while perched atop a roof façade. She would have to fly quickly, following the transport or ride inside of the transport. Flying would be too conspicuous. She would have to ride with her target. Darkfire allowed a smirk to grace her features. Maybe she’d still play with him—just a little. Darkfire moved from her perch and dropped down into an alley, casually strolling out and joining the crowd awaiting the transport.
Sighting her target fairly easily, Darkfire made her way over to him. “Hey there,” Darkfire said in smooth tones, “Where are you headed?”
Her target looked at her seeming timid for a moment before relaxing a little. He avoided Darkfire’s optics as he answered. “Oh…here and there…” The target fidgeted a bit. No doubt that was from Syk withdraws. Darkfire shrugged as if uninterested and fell back into the crowd. She noted the relief on the target’s face as she moved away. Darkfire felt irritation flare up mildly in her again. Not only was he more trouble than he was worth, he wasn’t even interesting to play with before the kill. She let out a small sigh. At least she could draw out the kill a little and get something out of this whole ordeal.
The transport soon arrived, and the crowd boarded. The transport shot off along the tubes. Darkfire sat at the extreme rear, watching her target in her peripheral vision. The transport came to its first stop far from Kaon in a ghetto of a neighborhood. It was here that her target disembarked. Darkfire stood and exited the transport as well, immediately heading for the nearest alley in the opposite direction from her target. Once out of sight of the target, Darkfire extended her claws and scaled the side of the building, climbing onto its dilapidated roof.
Traversing the rooftops, Darkfire hunted for her target. She was nearly on top of him when she spotted him again. She stalked him, wondering at how rarely anyone seemed to look up. It definitely made her job easier.
Her target stopped suddenly on a deserted street. The Syk dealer rounded the corner and approached her target. The deal went by quickly, and the dealer left first, leaving her target with a generous amount of Syk. Now was the time to strike. Darkfire closed in rapidly and perched on a ledge directly above her target. Her hidden blades folded out from her forearms, and she dropped down.
Darkfire landed with a heavy thud directly in front of the target and kicked him in the chest, sending him sprawling out onto the ground and knocking the Syk from his hands. Darkfire jumped onto his chest before her target could react and slashed his voice processor. The target looked up at her, optics wide with terror as he tried to scream, but no sound came from his mutilated processor.
Darkfire smiled malevolently down at her target, waiting to see if he would recognize her. The flash of recognition was not long in coming. Horror was inspired anew in her target, and he flailed wildly to throw Darkfire off of him. Caught unaware by her target’s flailing, Darkfire lost her balance and was clobbered in the side of her cranium by one of her target’s fists, throwing her off.
The target got to its feet and raised an axe above his head to strike at Darkfire, but she was too fast and rolled out of the way just in time. The target struck again, but Darkfire caught the handle of the axe in one hand, stopping its downward motion. She tightened her grip on it and kicked her target away, ripping the axe from his grip. Defenseless, her target fell to his knees and pleaded with his optics silently—desperately.
Darkfire stared down coldly at the target. There was no compassion in her optics. No mercy. She had wasted enough time on this target as it was. Darkfire drew her blade and decapitated her target with an air of disdain. She turned away as the head and body fell to the ground and collected the discarded Syk. She could sell this. That would make for a nice profit. Darkfire glanced over to the body.
She didn’t really have to be worried about her work being discovered here. Death was common in the slums. Decapitation, however, was a bit theatrical, Darkfire had to admit. She grabbed the head and tossed the body into some empty warehouse. Darkfire decided to keep the head as proof of completing the job. She would be flying back to her superior and not taking the transport, so she didn’t have to worry about being seen with the head. Her superior might like to use the head as a way to send a message to others who might cross him, perhaps. Darkfire didn’t really care.
She was just following orders.