Agent Cliffjumper

@cliffjumpertf.bsky.social

(TW: Descriptions of active death) [The slab below Optimus shook gently, and the whirring of an engine roused the Prime from his slumber. After managing to ward away the lingering static from the corners of his optics, Optimus could see how the ceiling above him rolled by slowly.] —

Not often I would notice bots gone or missing. But sometimes I look over to Blurr's desk that sits unused for over a few decacycles now. If it wasn't for the bi-solar reports, he would have thought the mech had moved on to a different career. Or his line of work finally got him.

A weekend night. Staying overtime at the office. There were as many bots for the night crew as the day crew. Somehow the night crew was quieter, less vocal while working. Cliffjumper found it creepily relaxing. Like he was alone, but there were so many other bots here. He'd have to do this more.

Teaching orphans about cyberbullying seemed worthless since they didn't have anything to be cyberbullied with. The city deemed giving orphanages web-accessible data pads "unnecessary," only donating pre-approved reading pads. However, it was mandatory to participate in. Even as Cliffjumper read-

He didn't need it. Primus knew he didn't need it. But the garment called to him. Cliff was in the city with some other coworkers, on their way to the closest, cheapest bar to drink away the hardship of the day, when the piece of fabric caught his optic. -

Cliffjumper worked quietly at his desk. In on audio he had Latin American music playing on low. The culture had become somewhat of an obsession? No, that wasn't the word. It was just something in his spark that truly latched on to that earthling community. He couldn't understand what it was about-

Cliffjumper arrived to the City Hall without much of an issue, Why would he. Walking in wasn't part that put him on pause. It was the fact of how empty it was past the main floor. As he stated hitting the lower levels of the building, his platting began to crawl. Normally there would be at the-

Agent Cliffjumper@cliffjumpertf.bsky.social · 2mo ago

Cliffjumper read the recommendation. He then looked through the data pads on his desk. Nothing about Central Hall. He got up from his desk, walking over to the cluster of desks of agents and primes that worked exclusively on city hall and council surveillance. They gave him their most-

Cliffjumper read the recommendation. He then looked through the data pads on his desk. Nothing about Central Hall. He got up from his desk, walking over to the cluster of desks of agents and primes that worked exclusively on city hall and council surveillance. They gave him their most-

Alpha Trion {TF RP}@wisestcouncilmech.bsky.social · 2mo ago

I highly recommend all of our agents still on Cybertron avoid the lower compartments of the Central Hall for a few cycles.

OOC: No life updates, but Cliffjumper believes New Kaon is pretty. But like in a 'Post-Depression Mining Town' kind of way, where it was rebuilt on the surviving strong structures to preserve culture, but had a modern twist to it.

Cliffjumper drank his morning energon cube, watching the morning Cybertronian news before he left for his shift. Yadda yadda yadda. A lot of information he already knew. Then there was an interview with Alpha Trion. Cliff rolled his optics. Though the elder senator was typically quiet during-

Breaking up the gladiator ring was going to be a lot harder than Cliffjumper had originally thought. They had all the proof of the illegal activity. They had witness statements. They had the information... well, almost all. Due to the clause of what classified the gladiator pits, the new-