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It takes a lot of people to run an operation like ours. We are blessed with some of the best talent available. While we can't reveal to you the identity of our members, or how many of us there are, we can let you know you're in good hands. Read on. |
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Here are two of our more prominent members. They provided the venture capital to get us going, and continue to guide events in the TFM through their continued generous support. Since they (and their company) are too-well known to the rest of the world, they like to remain anonymous in their role at TFM. We can only refer to them as Mr J and Mr K.
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Another person who remains in the background, but is just as vital to our success, is Jerunski, our Chief Engineer, and his Assistant, Red Alert. He's a regular miracle worker when it comes to keeping our facilities and equipment together, and always seems to be coming up with new ideas for how to rework things to make them better. And Red Alert...well, let's just say he keeps the Chief busy...
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And of course, we wouldn't want to forget the rest of the Chief's underlings in TFM's tech support. Retardo, Manall, Buster, and Hydra-D. They keep everything going in and out of the shops for our field operatives. What would we do without you?
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Here's a picture of Rachael, our head of Human Resources and Recruitment. She's as deadly as she is beautiful. Join her for Jamaharan. If you don't fall for her charms, she'll gladly use that grenade on you. Don't mess with her. She has a snake up her sleeve. :-) A python, if I recall...sharing an office with her is Blue-Jackel; Activities Director, Head of Public Relations, and heir to the vast transformer collection of Mr J. She keeps everyone up on events...This is a rare shot of RC, one of our team's leading Negotiators. Master of logical arguments, she is someone you can't afford not to know. If she can't talk you out of your Tfs, she will meditate, and then destroy you. She will be the front man- er, woman in any operation.
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The Futuristgroup. Chief of Security. Probably the man most responsible for our day to day activities, and second only to Mr J. Nothing gets by him. Nothing. Refers to himself in the plural. Seems to be everywhere.
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Turbo-Magnus. When anger and raw dealer-stopping power are needed, we send him in. His motto: "Bad Dealers. I hate them. They take your money, insult you, and you never get your purchase. I say kill 'em all and let Primus sort out the wreckage.*BANG!* Another one bites the dust and all Transfans Rejoice!" Joining him is Deadpool, one of the newest members to be trained for Special Ops here in the United States, who wants us to tell the world that, "I would like to be known as the guy who really want's a gun so he can kill for his transformers... but those damm burea cats won't let me have a gun..." Can't imagine why THESE two work so well together:
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Here's a look at a team of our advance scouts; Rjung, Msipher, and PalzE. As you can see, they work hard to blend in with their enviornment, and spy on the evil dealer and his surroundings prior to our launching an attack squad. No one suspects they're even there!
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Robowang, Senior Scout. Got to where he is by crawling thru every slum in every dirty, run-down town looking for even a scrap of a tf. After all these years, he's quite bitter. But he does his job well. Knows everything about accessories from all his scrounging. Has developed an almost religious facination with locating parts. "What, you call that a Devastator waist plate? Ptew! I spit on you! I found better back during the great purge of '89. Away from me with that diaclone trash, heathen!"
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Every organization has people who, although not on the front line, are still a vital cog in the company machine. We like to recognise that sort of initive here at the TFM. We couldn't get along without our Unit 115: Oakshire in our Records dept, Jim Lee in Accounting, and Joe Bradford in Payroll. Keepers of the Tomes of Cybertron, and faithful servants at the Temple of Primus, we salute you!
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Introducing Toddtoo, Warehouse Foreman, and Dalderman, Inventory Control. Responsible for Processing, Storage, and Distribution of everything our teams bring back. We couldn't do it without you, guys!
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The Tf Militia first went international with our friend Manual-pro. He's happy to serve on the front line down under, all alone. He shall be the vanguard of the Australian TF loving army. No shrimp, no barbie, all vengeance. Go, manual-pro!
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Shaminos and Z-Knight have teamed up to start a TFM Resistance cell in Quebec. As Shaminos says it, "By Primus, we will win. Resistance IS futile and so is pudding!" We couldn't have said it better ourselves...and speaking of canuks, Bruce and Samantha, the toybarons, have pulled together many a resource to help out fellow collectors, and tfm. Here they are doing their "tarzan and jane" maneuver to escape an ambush by the evil Maple Leaf Consortium.
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Dutchbotters Argus and Devvi have taken over operations in the Netherlands. Unfortunately, most of the time they are to be found at the local pub. :-) ...leaving their fellow Dutchbotter Jeroen high and dry while they're getting tanked up.
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Our operative DeathPike is seen here preparing his own special weapon to use against the dealers, forgoing the use of the TFM Armory for this mission...while D-Dlin and Particle Man practice their rope-a-dope routine for later use in one of our missions. "Hey, guys! I caught a dealer!"..."Where all dem tfs at? I gotta make a buck!" Funny stuff, guys.
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Northern and his DTF Crew...'The Family' that has joined us here at TFM. They bring their own brand of 'dealing' with people to our service. "No, Mr Hasbro Exec, WE think the fans would like THIS toy...don't you agree?" (bone snaps) "AEIGGGH! Yes, yes, we'll make one of those! Oh God, the pain..."
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Himawari and Crazy-Steve, at the bar busily arguing about a variation on certain transformers, while Ob1kenoby just ran into an evil dealer...and is now running away from the same:
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Zobovor, Tengu, Prime Sabre, and Fred's Workshop...bringing their awsome internet savvy, their powerful logic, their almost-frightening intuition, and their complete lack of guilt to aid TFM in its cause. Prosit!
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A brief mention must go to our two favorite operatives who, although not very-well liked, are nonetheless essential to some of our operations. Many a time have we set them into a dealer's store with the goal to wear the dealer down, getting him so frustrated with the endless questions and statements like "I'll give ya a buck fer it", and "can I see that from the case now?" for hours on end, that when our official negotiators come in, they seem like saviours to the weary dealer, who will by this time do anything for us. So hats off to those zany kids who don't have a clue! You are not liked, but you help all of us.
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These fine people are what make TFM strong. These Special Operatives are just a small fraction of the talent we have available here. You're in good hands when you call on us. :-) |
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