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Name: Stingray
Allegiance: Decepticon (albeit with severely shaken loyalties)
Function: Aerospace fighter
Alt. mode: Fighter jet
Weapons: Arm-mounted photon blasters
Special Abilities: -
Height: 26 ft (8.5 meters)
Quote: "You can't strive for what you can't believe in."


Strength: 5
Intelligence: 7
Dexterity: 8
Speed: 9
Endurance: 5
Courage: 7
Firepower: 5
Accuracy: 7
Melee: 6
Tech Skill: 5
Charisma: 6


Profile: A long time ago, before the war that eventually devastated Cybertron had started, Stingray lived her life in the dilapidated slums along the borders of Kaon. Wandering aimlessly with a gang of young mechs in the shadows of run down, barely functional hab-blocks, they harassed and bullied all the scattered, helpless dropouts of society unfortunate enough to get in their way. Violent brawls, clashes with rival gangs or the law enforcement were just everyorn practices. Routines. Hatred for anyone blessed with a better life, standing higher in the social hierarchy or possessing even a few energon-chips more of wealth was taken for granted.

Then came the rise Decepticons. Proclamations of a dawn to a new era, of removing the ruling echelons of Cybertron's society won many of the poor and the desperate to the cause that had emerged from the gladiatorial pits and soon expanded to revolutionary proportions. Street gangs, thugs, low-lives, all the drifters and outcasts heeded the call of the Decepticons' well placed and prepared iterator agents by the scores. They saw their chance to pay back the many vorns of suffering to the originators of their misery. Stingray and her fellows were no exception, either. And as Kaon fell to Megatron and Sentinel Prime lay dead, it was no question that the storm of change everyone had felt coming finally arrived.

War raged across Cybertron and an arms race unfolded between the opposing sides. Specialized training facilities were established. The Decepticons formed the soon grown to be well recognized and feared elite aerial units, the Seekers. Stingray was drafted as a cadet, along with most of her former associates. The training regimes they were subjected to were rigorous and unforgiving. Not every one of them survived to active duty. But in the end, Stingray felt reborn; strong, capable, disciplined and most importantly, respected for her status.

As the great battles spread to other worlds as well, Stingray got a real taste of war. Injuries, comrades lost, near-death traumas and the remorseless ravages upon alien cultures were leaving imprints on her psyche. Slowly, doubts arose in the young femme about the righteousness of the cause she had been fighting for. Cruelties she witnessed in labor and disintegration camps prompted her to look deeper into her own conscience.

On one particular occasion during a raid on a supply convoy, Stingray attempted to hold back one of her squad mates from torturing one of the surviving crew personnel to death. She couldn't say why she did it, it just occurred to her. Surprised and angered at her actions, the other Seeker called Stormtalon shot her in the chest section with a full powered, point blank burst. The last thing Stingray heard before she collapsed and went into stasis lock was the scornful snicker of her comrades.

She came to in an Autobot medical and repair facility, several orns later. She was soon informed that she had been taken captive and brought back to operational condition for questioning. She was frightened, having remembered what a Decepticon prison camp was like, not to mention the memories of being forsaken by her former squad mates. After a thorough check-up she was taken away for interrogation. An interrogation that consisted of no torture, no brain module probing and no surgery in a woken state. Only thorough cross-examination and application of pressure through conversation. The officer conducting the whole process was not exactly kind but clearly had no desire to humiliate or hurt his charges purely for entertainment. After it was all over and she was led to a cell, Stingray found a multitude of questions coming forth from her thoughts about why things had happened the way they had. She had a lot to think about.

Incarcerated and later transferred to the Garrus Penitentiary, Stingray has ever since tried to come to terms with the conflict within her spark.


Abilities: Stingray is a well-trained, disciplined and agile warrior. She was drilled in for all aerial basic tactical configurations, formations and maneuvers. All of which she can execute near flawlessly while in the air. In jet mode, she can reach the speed of Mach 3.5. Her effective range is 4000 kms (~2500 miles ). Both in jet and robot modes she carries two photon blasters, which have an effective range of 2000 meters (1,250 miles). The photon charges are not able to pierce through heavy armor, but can do significant damage against joints and soft spots if aimed correctly.


Weaknesses: Stingray is a lithe femme, edged for speed and maneuverability. With no space around, she's unlikely to slip away from attack. Also, she has no real protection against heavy firepower and while her close combat skills are adequate, she couldn't hold her ground in prolonged fight.