Elle a regardé ses bras, s'accordant sur ses mains et les resserrant en poings pour s'assurer que tout était comme il était censé l'être. En entendant la demande de départ, Prism hoche et tape l'épaule de Sklog, hoche la tête avant de tourner et de s'en aller. Une fois sortie, elle se tourna vers son compagnon Autobot et le regarda, soupirant alors qu'elle lui présentait son problème.
"Turbulence." Elle lui a dit. "Il faut qu'on parle." Elle espérait que Nightscream n'écoutait pas. C'était un problème dans lequel elle ne voulait pas que le scientifique impliqué, surtout après l'avoir forcée à abandonner son châssis expérimental à Sklog pour lui sauver la vie. Elle ne voulait pas être une autre raison pour laquelle elle devait faire plus pour l'équipe.
"C'est en train de sortir de la main et nous devons l'arrêter avant que ça ne s'aggrave." Elle m'a expliqué. "Mes souvenirs, ma personnalité. Il y a des taches blanches que je viens de dépasser. Je pense qu'ils essaient de revenir." Elle ne pouvait pas très bien l'expliquer, mais elle espérait qu'il comprenait de quoi elle parlait. Tous ces éléments lâches de code qui flottaient dans son esprit se manifestaient en quelque sorte dans sa personnalité originelle. "Je n'ai pas toujours été aussi charmant, Turbulence. J'ai travaillé dur pour façonner qui je suis, mais je crains que ce que je vais faire ensuite ne nous coûte encore plus qu'un seul châssis. »
Name: Prism
peaking just above twelve meters, she stands under Optimus Prime only barely.
Mightly large and unwieldy, Prism's vehicle is perfect for taking a hit and ramming into others and walls. It's large size also allows her t carry additional cargo while in vehicle mode.
Former faction: Autobots
Role: Heavy Weapons/Demolition
Weapons and tools: -Shoulder mounted Gatling guns
-shoulder mounted rockets (Can be used briefly, but requires external power source)
-Demolition tools
-Dual shotguns hidden in legs
-multitude of grenades
-deployable struts to stand still.
-python-like biceps (Prism flexes haughtily while laughing)
Personality: While tough and gruff, Prism enjoys a good laugh. It's hard to find a good laugh in the wasteland that she lives in, but she tries her best to keep her chin up. She knows the struggles of war, having been an Autobot for decades, if not a century or two, she can't quite keep track of how long it's been since actual, full on peacetime. Was it just centuries? She couldn't remember if it was that or even longer.
She respected the Last of the Primes. She still does. Though, Prism couldn't help but think that the main reason she was left on Cybertron was because how much exploding she tended to do on a regular basis. Even with her hopes, the back of her mind does scorn Optimus to some level for abandoning their planet.
History: Prism has always seen war. There were very few moments in time in which she didn't remember one faction fighting against another. She didn't join the Autobots solely for the sake of fighting the good fight. She was good with heavy weapons and explosives since her creation, and she knew it. If anyone was going to be their demolition expert, it was going to be her. Unfortunately, Brawn was a couple steps ahead of her in the Demo department. He worked as a friend and ally to Prism, even showing her a few new things every once and a while. He deserved to be the resident Explosives man, but she still wished to take the spot from him.
She looked up to Prime and the others, eventually looking just to her side to see them as she worked with them against the Decepticons. When they eventually left the planet, Optimus refused to let her go with them aboard the Ark. He had told her that she would help keep together whatever fragments were left of the Autobots, and that she would be able to lead a sect of her own, but it didn't work out as they planned. The Autobots quickly fell apart under the appointed lead of Prism, and the Autobots were a thing of the past. Luckily, it seemed as if the rival faction had shared the same fate, so it wasn't all too bad.
Without anything to do, Prism spent her time taking care of herself, continuing to hone her bomb making and disarming skills, as well as keeping her aim straight. It wasn't until she hit a roadblock in her learning that she decided to try again to rebuild the planet, knowing that just the Autobots weren't going to be enough. She needed the help of her enemies as well. With that, she sent out a beacon to call any and all willing bodies to help her rebuild.
Extras and additional information: Prism has a deployable EOD mask, but uses it for combat as well.
Voice - Claudia Christain
Theme Song - Technologic VS Feel Good Inc - Daft Punk and Gorillaz
Relations with other characters: Nightscream - "Who is SHE calling a Sparkling!?"
Sklog - "Pretty quiet, but that's not a bad thing."
Turbulence - "He just... He fell out of the sky!"