We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
Jack was eavedropping. From around a far corner. Not so subtle, but that happened a lot on this base. It was a small and kinda cramped sometimes and with Rhinox and Steeljaw around (well, more Rhinox technically) it was likely to get even more cramped. Optimus acknowledged that they were probably going to have to open up some of the subterranean passages and clean them out to make room since Team Prime had expanded so suddenly in the last few months – League and Vel first, then Blaster, Bluestreak, Dipper, Ironhide, Shadowrunner, all at once. Then Steeljaw and now Rhinox…
Optimus was glad of survivors, glad of some sign that the obliteration of Cybertron did not spell the extinction of their race… and then just as swiftly some part of his spark dreaded to hear the news that those like Steeljaw and Rhinox inevitably brought with them. He’d listened carefully to the initial report sent to him via comm. with his scout and the addendum from Shadowrunner. Team Axalon. He knew of them, engineers and soldiers, Autobot fighters with an excellent reputation for getting the job done…
“Gone?” repeated Optimus quietly. A moment of quiet followed this, the Prime quietly processing Rhinox’s initial report for the Axalon’s status. All hands lost. It seemed improbable that two survivors, one after the other, should seemingly be sole-survivors of doomed ships. He looked at Rhinox. “You are certain of this?”
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Rhinox couldn't meet the Prime's optics, after the initial formality of salute-the-Prime, nice-to-meet-you-too. Relating the fate of Team Axalon tore a strip off his spark, but he'd been prepared for that. The Prime needed to know. And his teammates deserved to have the story told. But that didn't make it any easier.
"As far as I know," he answered in response to Optimus Prime's question. "I did a flyover of the Axalon after the Decepticons had left - nothing but scrap metal. I suppose it's possible one or two might have survived that crash, but if they did, they would have been picked up by the 'Cons and killed, or - worse." He didn't elaborate. Optimus would know what 'worse' meant. "And I couldn't stay too long to search. The 'Cons would return soon with salvage teams."
He sighed, letting his own sadness and regret have free rein for a moment. "I didn't want to leave. My friends - my commander - they deserved a better memorial than that."
Optimus moved to lay a hand carefully on the other mech’s shoulder, EM field rippling slowly with strong frequencies of camaraderie and understanding. From Rhinox’ service record he knew, distantly, that the engineer was older than him (Megatron’s age, point of fact) but eons of war had an equalizing effect on them all… and the Matrix in his chest made him feel ancient sometimes. Often in ways he couldn’t explain.
“Rhinox. I have known you for a very short time but it is clear to me and to the soldiers under my command that you are incapable of not doing everything in your power for your comrades. And while there is little more than words I can offer you now, I promise you that the sacrifice of team Axalon, their names and their bravery will not be lost to the eons of war that erases so many.” A deep pulse of sincerity inhabited this promise, a physical weight behind each glyph that described in frequency that what he was saying he would do. “They will be remembered.”
And that, right there, was the reason Rhinox was still alive. The reason he had scraped himself out of that crater when all of his friends were dead. The reason he had fought so hard, did everything he could, keeping himself alive and his ship flying sometimes only by a bare wire and Primus's grace - so that someone would be left alive to remember. Someone other than the slaggers that killed them, anyway.
He'd wondered, sometimes, if the journey would be worth it. Now he knew.
"Thank you, sir," Rhinox murmured, trying not to let his voice wobble. "Thank you."
Optimus nodded carefully, maintaining the low pitch of his field against Rhinox’s, sensing easily how completely the sum total of his loss was really hitting the engineer. They had all lost. Lost so much that in so many cases so many mechanisms had given up their capacity to care. The depth of grief Rhinox was putting off, thick and painful against his own EMF, was a testament to the type of spark the mech carried within him – a soul likely too gentle for war… like so many of them had been. After the other mech’s unsteadiness had passed, Optimus took a step back, his own electromagnetics returning to normal.
“Rhinox, you should take some time to refuel and settle in. My soldiers will see to your ship and making sure none of it is discovered by the natives. Like any Autobots who find us, you do have a choice to make.” He paused a moment to let that sink in. “If you choose, you may join my team here on Earth in our fight against Megatron. It is also your right to abandon this fight and pursue whatever other course you choose. Until you make your choice, however, you are safe with the Autobots.”
Rhinox's optics widened, struck dumb but only for a moment. "Prime... my choice is already made. It has been ever since your soldiers told me the Decepticons were here."
He stopped and cycled a moment, trying not to sound too eager lest the Prime think he didn't understand the gravity of what he was asking, but - no, it was no good. "Sir, I assure you - I have not lost my will to fight. And what little I've seen of this planet - it's beautiful, and I want to protect it." He shook his head. "If I can prevent Earth from sharing Cybertron's fate, I will be content. If you will have me, Prime, I'm yours to command."
Smiles during war were a hideously rare commodity, so it said something that Optimus was entirely willing to spend one – even if it was a small one – in that moment with Rhinox. Because as rare as moments of genuine gratitude were in war, mechs like Rhinox tended to be rarer still – not just an unfailing well of fighting spirit, but a sincere and intense sense of kindness that soldiers supposedly could not afford. It was a very unexpected mote of light in a deep crush of dark and there was very little to say in that moment other than:
Rhinox was hit with a sudden but mild wobble - mostly of relief, but as a low-fuel warning blinked at the edge of his vision, Rhinox remembered the suggestion Optimus had made to him at the end of his retelling.
"Thank you, sir," he said again, managing a smile back to his leader. He hadn't spent much time in the mech's company - yet, it seemed - but he had a suspicion that smiles from Optimus Prime were rare, and all the more precious for it. He was grateful to have gotten one of his own, if a bit saddened by the implication of the effect the burden of Primacy had on the mech.
"If you don't mind," he put forward respectfully, "I think I'd better go and refuel. It's been a long road." Understatement of the millenivorn, that. "Will I be reporting to Ratchet as an engineer after I'm fueled up, or to you directly?"
“Report to Ratchet first and get cleared for active duty first. Then report to me.” Because otherwise Ratchet would throw a wrench at him or something. “I’ll make sure the others know that you will be added to the duty roster within the week. In the interim, take some time to get settled. Arcee is my long-time lieutenant here on earth. Feel free to ask her anything about operations on base. Bulkhead and Bumblebee have also been here the longest though you will want to query Bumblebee about matters related to the human race and our interactions with them. He’s complied most of the reports”
He folded his arms, tone warming slightly. “Or it may be prudent to introduce yourself to Miko, and Jack, our other two human charges on base.” He glanced significantly to the corner where he knew Jack was still hiding and almost on cue, the young human came walking around the corner with his hands in his pockets. Prime was not yet an expert on human emotional nuances but he supposed this was Jack’s attempt at feigning casual.
“Hi,” said Jack, utterly brightly. “You’re Rhinox?”
And, just like that, Team Prime had another member.