- Motto: "Broken Autobots never mend."
- Weapon: Magnetic Repellor-Attractor
Sub-Group: Decepticon Intelligence
Alternate Mode: Quadrupedal Projector
Weapons: Photon Burst Rifle, Optical Distortion Projector
Height: 15ft/ 4.57m
Quote: “Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive."
Tech Skill: 9
Profile: Before the Great War broke out, Firewire was one of the many victims of the Senate’s caste system. A member of the lowest social class because of her alternate mode, she was treated as a thing more than another living mechanoid, which was the common plight of her class. When rumors of an uprising against the Senate and the caste system reached her, Firewire was all too eager to join forces with the Decepticons. Since the day that she joined, she has always fully committed all of her faculties to the Decepticon cause.
Firewire is a very prideful and very eccentric mechanoid, partially a byproduct of her extraordinary intelligence. When she joined the Decepticons, she did not even have a name – a result of the discrimination against her – so, she dubbed herself Firewire. She idolizes Solus Prime and strives to become like her, a great inventor. However, she mostly just tinkers in her spare time with gizmos and gadgets that have little purpose. She also possesses the rare quality of honesty, which often leads to some foot-in-vocal-processor moments and can be hazardous to her health.
Abilities: As an analyst, Firewire uses her intellect to systematically break down a great bulk of information into its smallest forms and sort it by how it is connected with every other bit of information. People, places, and events are linked together by connections, which Firewire has to ferret out. In addition to analyzing, sorting, and modeling the information, Firewire also uses her network of connections to predict possible future events with some degree of accuracy.
Firewire doesn’t see much of combat, but is able to defend herself via her projector mounted photon burst rifle. Although not suited for combat, Firewire has a fiery, defiant spirit and will keep fighting in any way that she can down to the bitter end. In addition to the photon burst rifle, Firewire is equipped with an optical distortion project, which acts as her projector in alternate mode. It can bend light waves, and disorients the vision of anyone caught in it as well as affecting balance and causing a degree of motion sickness.
Weaknesses: Firewire is very small in stature as compared to other Cybertronians and ill-suited to combat. She also practices honesty, which can land her in some trouble at times.
Semper Tyrannis -– Habitation Suite 137-C
The end is never the end.
“Arg…finally! Almost done with logging the conquest of Nebulos. Quite the complex project that one was," groaned out an orange and black-trimmed femme as she stretched her joints. On her desk centrally located in her suite was a large holographic projector, displaying an odd looking white ball consisting of varied individual strands of data. She leaned forward in her seat to carefully scrutinize her work. “Mm…yeah. Now all that’s left is to collect the testimonies of our Autobot prisoners. That’s always fun. The heroic Autobots reduced to liars and cons when captive. Well, usually anyway. Maybe I’ll be surprised by this lot."
Firewire rose to her feet and stretched out her aching servos again. With the invasion of Garrus-9 well underway, the ship would practically be empty. Slag, she really would’ve liked to sit down in the mess hall with a couple of the guys. “I need to get out more," the little femme commented as she shut off of the hologram and logged out of her database, ensuring that the security system would be in full effect until she returned.
Swiping a datapad off of her recharge slab, Firewire tapped the stylus on the screen a few times to ensure that the device was functional. Reassured that it wasn’t having one of its rather recalcitrant episodes, the little femme walked over to her door and punched the button to open them. The door slid into the wall with a hiss and Firewire stepped out into the hallway. She glanced down the corridor in the direction that would take her to the brig. “Eh…they can wait…need some energon to recharge my systems."
Firewire strolled off in the opposite direction and toward the mess hall. Looking down at her datapad, she accessed the database and her network remotely to begin preliminary assessments of the Technobots and crew of the Farstar. They didn’t have the bulk of information that she was used to, but that was to be expected. It wasn’t like these lads were Decepticons whose secrets could be looked into at any time by Decepticon Intelligence.
The orange femme arrived at the mess hall in good time, wandering over to the energon dispenser and helping herself to a bit of synthetic energon. She downed the cube in quick fashion and refilled it so that she could enjoy this one more slowly. A thought occurred to her. “Hm. I bet our guests downstairs would appreciate a little energon…It couldn’t hurt. Maybe they’ll even open up a bit and tell me some old war stories…grand battles long past! The glory of the battlefield!"
Firewire sighed wistfully. She would love nothing more than to be down on the battlefield with her fellow Decepticon, fighting for the glory of the Decepticon cause as well as for Lord Scorponok. Mmm. Yes. Unfortunately, she had been constructed as an analyst and not a warrior. She had tried the warrior’s path in the path. Never turned out very well. At all. And Decepticon doctors were…uh. Well, usually pretty terrifying. Never knew if you were going to come out as some sort of monstrosity because they decided to play mad scientist. Or if you were going to come out at all.
Gathering up a few energon cubes and stowing them away in a compartment on her side, Firewire whirled on her heel and trotted off toward the brig at a brisk pace. A thrill of excitement raced through her circuits at the thought of gathering more connections for her network. Meeting the Autobots would do just that! Perhaps she would even be as fortunate as to get some information relevant to the current situation. She doubted that though. Autobots tended to be tight-lipped when it came to that kind of thing.
Semper Tyrannis -- Brig
As Firewire approached the brig, her optics her greeted by the sight of a familiar face standing guard just outside of the doors. With a warm smile, the little femme waved and pulled out an energon cube from her side compartment. “Hey there Heatstreet, good to see you. Care for some energon?"
The hulking guard stared at Firewire with a rather perplexed expression on his faceplate. Not unusual. In fact, Firewire was very accustomed to this sort of greeting. Her work involved knowing many histories of varied Decepticons and Autobots. She did pay particular attention to those stationed aboard the Semper Tyrannis if for no other reason than that new information could be acquired on a daily basis. Of course, she often did not meet the mechanoid in person, causing a bit of confusion when she displayed such a familiar manner with them.
“I’m Firewire, Decepticon Intelligence," she added as the silence stretched on uncomfortably. This phrase, as it often seemed to be, was the password. Heatstreet straightened his stance with a modicum of respect for her position. The orange femme inwardly sighed. So much for casual conversation with this lad. Her words were wasted here. She walked past the burly mech, putting the energon cube in his hand as she passed and entered the brig. She was sure that he was intelligent enough to figure out what to do with it. If not…she would put in a word with Banzai-Tron. Someone else needed to be guarding the prisoners.
The titian femme strode into the brig and passed by the cells as she looked down to and up from her datapad muttering the names of each of the prisoners to herself. Mostly to try and associate names with faces but also to perform a headcount. “Nightbeat…Rad…Pointblank…" She kept walking down the line muttering out more names, “Afterburner – huh, the Autobots have one too? – Lightspeed…Scattershot…Brain…storm…?"
Firewire stopped in front of the weapons engineer’s cell with a quizzical look on her faceplate as she observed the upside-down Brainstorm in his natural habitat. “Well. That’s interesting," Firewire remarked dryly. ”Must help him think or something…" After taking stock of their guests, Firewire turned about to address the lot of them.
“Sorry to interrupt," the little femme said sheepishly, “I’m sure you all were having an enjoyable discussion before I came in. Then again. Not that sorry. You all are guests in the Decepticons’ house after all, which tends to involve some privacies being stripped away from you of which I’m sure you’re aware by now."
“Oh! Right! I’ve completely neglected to introduce myself. My designation is Firewire, the greatest analyst the Decepticon ranks have ever seen!" the little femme stated with a courteous bow and flourish, “Self-proclaimed. I’ve yet to get the recognition I deserve but that’s neither here nor there," she added.
Firewire looked at Scattershot and walked up to the cell bars. “You. You’re Scattershot, right? Leader of the Autobot team, the Technobots? Looks like my brethren…and…sistren have not treated you too kindly, huh? Not that I blame them. When it gets down to the nitty gritty, you Autobots kill as viciously as some Decepticons. Or so I’ve heard."
“Anyway," Firewire said in an attempt to change the subject, “I brought some energon for you all if you want some. The synthetic stuff sadly. Didn’t think to bring high grade. Should be enough for everyone if you ration the cubes out," Firewire said as she proffered the energon cube.