- CYBERTRON -
This is a cold rock, distantly orbiting a violent blue star, in a quiet corner of the galaxy. Just underneath its frigid surface is innumerable veins of a volatile, cobalt-blue material commonly known as Energon. Millions of years ago, a miracle occurred and life developed on this rock, beginning a complex dance through the ages, all the way up to the present.
Today is a sad day in Cybertronian history, following a long and drawn-out war between two ideological factions that sprung up just a few thousand years ago. The prideful Autobots espouse freedom and equality between bots, demonstrating honor on the battlefield, though really it seems as if they are fighting for the uncomfortable status quo. In recent years, their tactics have turned sour, and their use of energon supplies leads many a civilian bot to worry for the future of their world. Meanwhile, the brutal Decepticons campaign for an efficient society managed from the top down. They never fought particularly cleanly, attempting to undermine Autobot authority and destabilize their military chain of command. They make very public their efficient use of limited energon supplies, and claim political victories just as often as military ones.
You, though, you're neither.
Neither world the factions fight for sounds particularly realistic, especially with the rapidly-depleting supplies of energon worldwide. With local supplies running low, you're considering abandoning Cybertron altogether and searching the stars for more fertile ground- more energon. Right now, you work for an intelligence branch of the faction, monitoring communications between Central Command and various hotspots of activity. Your main job is receiving communications, recording them, and relaying them down the line, but you also occasionally aid the other bots in decoding encrypted messages picked up by listening across frequencies for the enemy's messages- decoding takes a lot out of a bot.
Your radio communicator is silent- combat has been in a temporary lull all across the planet for days, and now you cannot see anyone else in the room, so you are presented with a choice. You could excuse yourself from your post and adventure out into the Cybertronian environment, or you could stay dutifully at your communicator's side to be ready for anything that may come by. Leaving now may be one of precious few opportunities to find a way off this planet, but it is risky. You may be found by a superior officer and grilled until your circuits are friend, or a wandering hostile battalion might catch you off-guard and transform your combat-unready self into a nice little pile of useless slag.
- Leave your post and heed the call to adventure! It's your only chance to escape this planet.
- Stay for now, and play it safe. Perhaps you could even recruit a fellow rebel to help you later?