Botch's Fellow Cassettes:
Bungle & Fuck-Up
Digital art by Rainking of Iacon City. More renders here.

Orphaned from their communicator host, three cassette operatives remain together as a semi-autonomous espionage unit for Decepticon Intelligence. Like many unfortunate Decepticons, their unflattering code names were bestowed upon them early in their career by unimpressed superior officers as a badge of ridicule. However, since that notorious debacle, the trio have persistently worked to vindicate and neuter their familiar handles. Well, at least Botch and Bungle. Fuck-Up pretty much remains a fuck-up.


These three characters are based on me (the black crab), my best friend and long-time roommate (the periwinkle ape), and our mutual high school friend and roommate for one cockroach-infested year (the yellow bird). Bungle knows who he is. Fuck-Up will forever remain clueless, in this and all other matters.

Bungle
Bungle's box art is Beastbox recolored.


BUNGLE

ALLEGIANCE: DECEPTICON

FUNCTION: DATA COURIER

"Success is in the details."

Photographic memory. As cassette, light-matrix data storage system has nearly infinite capacity to archive information. Game theory approach to existence -- views everything and everyone as toys for his enjoyment. Avoids combat unless necessary, but a berserker when provoked. In simian mode, mortar cannon fires 30 pound explosive shells accurate up to 5 miles. Often distracted by obsession with trivia.

STR INT SPD END RNK CRG FRP SKL
6 7 6 7 4 7 5 9
The JPG version of Bungle's Tech Spec comes courtesy of
Slim's Custom Transformers Tech Specs.


BUNGLE

ALLEGIANCE: DECEPTICON

FUNCTION: DATA COURIER

"Success is in the details."

Profile: Some Decepticons act as though war is a game; Bungle actually believes it. And it's not just war: the costs and benefits of every decision and action, be a conversational aside or a firearm discharge, is quickly weighed and the resultant outcome noted. Bungle even has an elaborate scoring system for awarding points to himself, his allies, even his enemies. Fortunately, his near-infinite data storage capabilities are hardly impacted by this running tally, and his relentless love of trivia and minutiae only serves to improve his performance as a data courier. Bungle is less aggressive and ambitious than the average Decepticon, but it is exactly this relative passivity that keeps him in the ranks: sticking with that which is familiar is easier than going through the effort of defecting. That said, if provoked, he can succumb to a berserker rage, pouncing upon and pummelling anything in sight. Bungle's moniker was forced upon him by his superiors in the same incident that branded his fellow operatives Botch and Fuck-Up. He's not fond of his name, but tolerating it is the path of least resistance.

Abilities: In simian mode, Bungle is especially agile. Wall-grabbing magnets in his hands and feet enhance his already nimble maneuverability. In addition, his two back-mounted mortar cannons can fire 30-pound explosive shells that are accurate for up to 5 miles. However, Bungle's primary asset is the practically limitless capacity of his light-matrix data storage system. His ability to quickly access this archive of information enhances his effectiveness in any situation.

Weaknesses: Bungle's desire to uncover and accumulate information of even the most worthless nature can often distract him from his current assignment. Has a tendency to remain in cassette mode for great lengths of time, lethargically parsing the endless stream of data at his virtual fingertips. Though not a coward, his habit of avoiding confrontation can end up putting him at greater risk.


Fuck-Up
Fuck-Up
Fuck-Up's box art is Laserbeak recolored.


FUCK-UP

ALLEGIANCE: DECEPTICON

FUNCTION: RECONNAISSANCE

"It's not a lie if you believe it."

Pathological liar. Relays wildly implausible tales of his accomplishments to impress comrades; is believed by no one. Lack of credibility impedes his reconnoitering effectiveness and devalues him to his comrades. In avian mode, carries twin visible light-burst cannon. Speed: 620 mph. Range: 400 miles. Lazy. Prone to extensive periods of inactivity.

STR INT SPD END RNK CRG FRP SKL
5 2 7 5 4 4 4 4
The JPG version of Fuck-Up's Tech Spec comes courtesy of
Slim's Custom Transformers Tech Specs.


FUCK-UP

ALLEGIANCE: DECEPTICON

FUNCTION: RECONNAISSANCE

"It's not a lie if you believe it."

Profile: It is difficult to believe a word that Fuck-Up says. A pathological liar, he is constantly relaying wildly implausible accounts of his bravery, skill and accomplishments. In truth, Fuck-Up is notably lazy and prone to spending extended periods of time in relative inactivity. Perhaps this is why he feels the need to embellish, amplify or outright fabricate an elaborate litany of accomplishments. This would all be less frustrating for his comrades if it didn't severely hinder his reliability as a reconnaissance agent. Whenever his report contains even a hint of self-aggrandizing, it casts doubt on the entire account. Fuck-Up acts blithely unaware of his reputation. Whether through ignorance or pride, he will stick to his version of events even in the face of hard evidence against himself. His fellow cassette companions, Botch and Bungle, have often been forced to save Fuck-Up from being executed for gross incompetence.

Abilities: Fuck-Up is built for reconnaissance, with a top speed of 620 mph, a range of 400 miles, and vision that can read a datapad from 15 miles away. He is armed with twin visible light-burst cannons that can be used to blind or distract the enemy, giving Fuck-Up an opportunity to escape.

Weaknesses: Fuck-Up is simply not very reliable, and is often used as a decoy, a guard, or cannon fodder. Not being very smart or brave or sturdy, Fuck-Up's best tactic in most any confrontation is to flee -- and invent a more flattering version of events later.


Fuck-Up