Name: Fastlane
Faction: Decepticon
Height: 15'11"
Gendertype: Mech
Alt. Mode: Black 2010 Mustang GT
Basic Physical Description: (robot mode) Think evil Bumblebee. Same basic dimensions, Fastlane is very humanoid in appearence, unlike, say, some. The front end of his vehicle mode splits up to
become the various bits of his chestplates, separated and somewhat spacious much like the yellow Camaro, giving it an almost unguarded appearence. Underneath,
however, there is heavy plating to guard his spark chamber and vital inner workings. The front license plate on hims bumper sits with the 'Con symbol
directly in the middle of his chest. The taillights switch around to become layered thigh armor, and the long stoplight strip atop the trunk bends into a
'V' shape on his fauld. Yes, his crotch'll light up if he wants it to. Fastlane has bootlike feet and humanoid hands. His feet, however, are
jointed in the center by his rear wheels, and his feet can transform back similar to a mech's hands when forming a cannon, leaving nothing but the wheel
similar to Sideswipe, giving him a faster mode of bipedal ground transportation.
Description or picture of alt. mode: Last two pictures above
Personality: He's mean. Fastlane has never had any misconceptions regarding his abilities or his limitations, and as such he is mindful over whom he picks
fights with, if anyone at all. He is no Elite, and he knows it -- but that does not stop him from being the best at what he can be. Fastlane is not the fastest
car, the best fighter, or the stealthiest mission specialist, in fact he is rather average and plain and he likes it that way. Better to hide in plain sight
and let others put their guard down around him. To those he dislikes, Fastlane is a backstabber and a liar, wholly unafraid to sneak around like a rat and put
a knife in the back of some idiot's skull when they're not paying attention. He is verbally recalcitrant and snappy, although not unwilling to take
orders. To those he likes, he is reclusive and quiet, although fun for a late night game of dice or betting over a cube. Problem is, nobody can really be sure
if they can trust him or not. Overall, Fastlane works on his own agenda, for himself. He is number one, and always will be.
History: Fastlane was born on Cybertron at the beginning of the war, when Guardians were becoming Decepticons and civilians were having to get their shit
together. Virulent created him and his two brothers specifically to serve her; she was a thief and a killer and more often than not snuck into Autobots homes
who had recently been gifted sparklings from the Allspark and killed them. But, she was also 12 feet tall, and more than once she incited such ire from a
parent who found her and their dead child that it was her speed alone that kept her alive. Thus she set about creating Fastlane and his two brothers. Virulent
built them as young adults and physically programmed the basic knowledge a sparkling learns in life right into their brains, so they did not have to waste the
time growing up and all that, for it was pointless. She wanted them to serve her in short order, to protect her as she
went through destroying Autobot younglings. Fastlane spent a month after he was activated learning how to fight, after which time he and his brothers were
taken with Virulent to act as cannon fodder for when the kiddies happened to wake up and scream.
It really didn't take too long for Virulent to get killed in her endeavors, forcing
the trio of them to flee. Without knowing where to go, they sought out help, and the first mech they came across was a 'Con recruiter. The Decepticon
ranks, unfortunately, had no room for stupid soldiers, so Fastlane and his brothers were sent to the front lines after some training to act as what they had
been before: cannon fodder. Fortunately for all of them, they were not stupid, and managed to survive their entire
careers as front line soldiers. Eventually, they became quite good.
But as things tend to do in wars that last that long, one brother fell, and then the other, leaving
Fastlane alone as the war began to dwindle thanks to the fact that there were hardly any Cybertronians left. He
drifted for a while, coming across a transmission as it travelled across the vastness of space, directing him to a planet called Earth. There were others
there. Fastlane broke atmosphere and landed where he thought the largest concentration of 'Cons was... in Nevada.
Weapons:
Firing 1: Right arm shrapnel shotgun. Reconfigures as though it's going to turn into a plasma cannon, but instead it turns into a
dual-barrel shotgun with automatic ratcheting. It fires two bullets meant to pierce armor and upon doing so, these bullets positively explode. Once the impact
and the piercing have been made, the bullets break up into many small Cybertronian alloy shards, all sharp (except perhaps the bullet casing itself, sometimes
that remains smooth). This weapon is meant to shred wiring beneath the armor. Damage: L to HA, M to MA, H to LA. He has one magazine of 16 bullets (8 shots)
already in, and always has another magazine ready to go. It takes him 2 hours to configure another clip and 16 bullets.
Firing 2: Left arm napalm flamethrower. Reconfigures much the same way as his right arm does, only this time it looks like a
small-muzzle cannon. Several lines and hoses attach to the weapon (and are present even when his hand is in use), all extreme high heat insulated, and feed the
solution to the muzzle where it is ejected, waterhose style. Overtop the barrel is a small igniter that extends a small ways away from the lip of the muzzle,
and upon command it sends a spark into the stream as it starts and sets it on fire. The stream only has a 15 foot range. His weapons systems are what create
the napalm, and they combine the napalm with gasoline in order to create the very sticky, jellified solution, thusly Fastlane can only produce at a maximum 16
gallons of it. That's only if he wants to run his gastank dry. So, kill the weapons systems, kill this weapon. Damage: Medium to medium, but the direct hit
is not where the true damage lays. His napalm is sticky, but it has a viscosity much like that of syrup, and so when a gob gets shot at someone, it hits and
splatters and seeps into the armor. So, say, he shoots someone in the chest... they gain more damage in the neck and under the jaw where the napalm splattered
and burned.
Melee 1: Battle Staff. Looks a bit like this in blade style. it is encased in his back, folded into triple-sections, alot like a drone
might be, but when he needs it, the compartment opens to let him grab the handle and withdraw it. The compartment keeps the blade hot, and it glows a sickly
orange when in use. The entire staff is two feet shorter than Fastlane is tall. Damage: MD to LA, MD/LD to MA, LD to HA.
Armor level: (Light, medium, heavy) Medium
