Robomb!
From Axalon RPG
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Basic Info
- Created by: Tarantulas
- Boards Active: Children of Axalon RPG
- Aliases: Caveman
- Faction: Decepticon
- Type: Basic
- Alternate Mode: Stratofortress (Bomber)
- Size: X-Large (28ft)
- Gender: Male
- Primary Function: Engineer
- Secondary Function: Artillery Hulk
- Rank:
- Theme Song: Brad Sucks - Making Me Nervous
Statistics
- Strength: 4
- Stamina: 8
- Speed: 3
- Skill: 4
- Firepower: 9
- Aim: 9
- Intelligence: 10
- Discipline: 6
Skills
- Technical: Weapons, Military, Aerospace, Propulsion, Supertech
- Computer Programming
- Heavy Weapons
- Gunnery
- Shiphandling: Astral
- Astronavigation
Noted Quotes
“WARNING! DANGER! DANGER! WARNING! DANGER! EVAC-U-ATE IMMEDIATELY! ALL AUT-O-BOTS IN SURROUNDING AREA ARE IN SEVERE DANGER!” (“Oh no! From what?”) “...FROM ROBOMB! HA-HA!” (fires weapons)
“UNIT ROBOMB DIRECTIVE: DE-STROY! DE-STROY ALL AUT-O-BOTS! DE-STROY!”
“AUT-O-BOT NOT WORRY. DEATH NOT BE THE_END. UNIT ROBOMB RE-CYCLES. HA-HA!”
“NEW UNIT! EITHER: TRANSMIT FASTER, OR: NOT WASTE PRECIOUS TIME OF UNIT ROBOMB. UNIT OF EXTREME ADVANCED AGE, MAY EXPIRE ANY PICOSECOND, NO WARNING.”
“WAR: WHAT IS GOOD FOR? APART OB-VIOUS: CHEAP LAUGHS, FREE LAND.”
“STOPPING EVIL PLAN OF UNIT ROBOMB NOT MATTER MUCH, WHERE AUT-O-BOT SOON BE GOING -- ON ONE-WAY TRIP TO_NO-WHERE! HA-HA //HA-HA!”(fires weapons)
“NEW UNIT: LISTEN/LEARN FROM UNIT ROBOMB’S LONG, BORING STORIES. FIGHT/WIN EXPERIENCE = NOT FINISH LONG LIFE ON BUSINESS END AUT-O-BOT PULSE RIFLE, OR ELSE BE CAST ADRIFT IN ENDLESS YAWNING BLACK ABYSS OF SPACE BY UNGRATEFUL ‘COM-A-RADES’... FIGHT, LIVE. NOT, NOT. WAY OF UNCARING DARK UN-I-VERSE SINCE TIME BE-GAN. AH, BEGINNING_OF TIME...UNIT ROBOMB REMEMBER IT LIKE IT YESTERDAY...UNIT BE SO INNOCENT, CAREFREE BACK THEN...”
“01010111 01101000 01100101 01101110 00100000 01001001 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 01110010 00100000 01100001 01100111 01100101...”
“ROBOMB DIRECTIVE SHIFT: ...TAC-TICAL RE-TREAT! TAC-TICAL RE-TREAT!”
Physical Description
Alternate Mode
Cybertronian strategic bomber, dark gray with a white underbelly. Wide circular nosecone with no visible cockpit. Humpback forms a kind of sunken pyramid, a rear-facing graduated staircase of rocket launch bays. Very long wingspan, angled slightly back with four slim jet engines built in and a number of air-to-air harpoons along the underside. Wide tailfin with two larger engines for travel to, from and in space.
Robot Mode
Robomb appears extremely broad and squat, corroded and with heavy gray armour, a hunchbacked posture and stumpy legs. His wings fold close to his sides and angle back and up, accounting for a considerable portion of his height. His arms are quite long and thin, skeletal armatures like girders with threadbare housings around old-fashioned hydraulic joints. He has severely flattened features, his entire front taken up by banks of missile launchers and telescoping gunbarrels. Even more launch bays form a line across the top of his shoulders.
His face is recessed slightly, and may be shadowed or completely hidden by a retractable protective cowl of overlapping metal. The face itself is rather featureless. It has no optics and no mouth, only strategically placed slots. Robomb in truth has a number of sensors, optical, radar-based and otherwise, mounted all over his upper body, forming a web of interlinking glowing studs. Taken individually they are primitive, but as a whole they give him access to numerous scanning modes to equal the best of modern Cybertronian technology.
Robomb’s voice is a blaring monotone. When speaking he gives the impression that every syllable was pre-recorded separately of any other.
Personality
A curmudgeonly survivor, others often view Robomb as an outmoded relic and unsophisticated throwback -- much to their peril. In truth, Robomb is vastly more proficient in machine languages than Galactic Standard, resulting in his clumsy manner of speech. In reality he is highly intelligent and creative, unswerving in his loyalty to the Decepticon cause and effective at furthering it. Robomb first love is weapons R&D. he can and will produce an average three or more working prototypes a month if left to his own devices.
As with most Ancients, Robomb prefers to reminisce on the Good Old Days rather than embrace modern reality. He has faith and trust in his superiors’ strength and cunning, and so has difficulty accepting that times have changed, the Autobot threat is growing and the Decepticon rule he has stood under for so long could be in real danger. As a researcher, Robomb is big on progress; but not change. He is not ambitious, and he often counsels other Decepticons (changed this from Predacons - -81306 - Shadowmane) to be the same, keeping one’s head down and following orders.
Robomb views Autobots and other lifeforms with condescension at best, contempt at worst. They are playthings and test subjects, and occasionally, meddlesome vermin. They exist only to be destroyed, a purpose in which Robomb is only too happy to oblige. He does not consider them as fellow sentient beings and will rarely engage in conversation beyond the occasional taunt to amuse himself.
Elemental Key Function
- Elemental Fire: Atomic Shield - This function generates deadly heat and electromagnetic interference in a localized field surrounding Robomb. It will disrupt weapons fire and heavily damage anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in Robomb’s path. Fortunately for others, Robomb is slow and the field is only about twenty-five feet around, a hemisphere centered just above Robomb’s head. It leaves a fairly obvious mark on the terrain, melting sand and disintegrating life. Mod’s Discretion: Robomb must remain stationary for the function to remain active. It only lasts for a minute out of every hour.
Inventory
Ordnance
- Harpoons - Can be launched with or without following tether. Armour-piercing hooked shafts. Long-range, high accuracy, high penetration. Can be used simply as a weapon, but Robomb’s preference is to launch two of them along their unbreakable cables into the wings of an aerial opponent. He then turns, abruptly. If properly executed this technique will clip their wings neatly, often tearing them right off. It is difficult to time such an attack properly, however, and if done wrong, Robomb can be sent into a tailspin which he is not maneuverable enough to recover from.
- Rocket Launchers - Small heat-seeking cluster rockets, useful at reasonably close range, fired by the dozen and moving along unpredictable flightpaths. They have a wide blast radius and pack a forceful punch, though this can be ablated by strong armour. Even so, they can cripple the toughest bot’s joints and sensors. They appear as army-green cones about six inches long, with ring-shaped stabilizers.
- Missile Bays 1-6 - Devastating cruise missiles, able to target a destination thousands of kilometers away only minutes after being fired. ‘Smart’ missiles have rudimentary A.I., sufficient to identify targets by sight, describe their surroundings, and follow a wide range of verbal commands as authorized by Robomb. Two feet long with a large conical head and stabilizing fins about two thirds of the way down. Most often white.
- Diagnostic Drones - Two drones shaped like small floating theatre stage-lights. Primarily useful as scouts, but also allow Robomb to spread himself a little thinner than he otherwise might. They contain scanners on par with Robomb’s own, point-laser welder-cutters (also able to be used as a weak mid-range weapon) and an improved A.I. built on a similar model to Robomb’s smart missiles. They are not very smart per se, but are linked to Robomb’s extensive databanks and possess vocal user interfaces. Oddly enough the drones are considerably more eloquent than Robomb himself.
Equipment
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History
Robomb often talks about the old missions, all the battles and missions of exploration (and conquest) he’s been on. But he doesn’t talk much about how he came to be.
Built in Cybertron’s Golden Age, Robomb was among the very first Cybertronians to join the budding faction of Decepticons. He was there during their rise; he was there all through their epochs-long reign under Shockwave; he is there still, even now as the inevitable decline has begun. Yet as intelligent as Robomb may be, it seems all through his long life he has proven dangerously shortsighted. His place among Decepticons is unquestioned, he has been a cog in the war machine as long as anyone can remember. But cogs can be replaced.
A genius he may be, but when genius can be factory-built, that’s not always enough. Being valued isn’t the same as being invaluable. To be too loyal can be dangerous, when loyalties are divided. Times are changing, and the unchallenged Decepticon Imperium is no more. The threatened, cutthroat Decepticon Imperium, on the other hand, is rearing its ugly head, baring its teeth and ready to lose a few old molars if need be.
Robomb’s a cog. And a molar. And loyal. And a genius. He’s all those things, but one thing he isn’t is stupid, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Easy Street just took a hard left.
The way Robomb figures it, it’s time he started working some serious overtime, and proved just how expendable he’s not.
Commanders’ Notes
- Megatron - “He puts on a fierce face, but I have little patience for cowards.”
- Shockwave - “An apt subordinate. I find no fault in his logic.”
Known Acquaintances
- Shockblast - Decepticon leader, longtime CO
