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.
Or at least, for the eternity of that first nano-kilk, he thought he’d woken up alone and it was exactly like waking in the long-term care sector of Iacon’s last military hospital – that gaping sucking sensation of his head ringing empty. The buzz of silence in his brain, humming in his neural net like a charge of static into his brain and he found himself trying not to cry out for his brothers and sisters, names he’d long since smothered behind code, firewall, and broken bond programming. He woke up grieving and confused, a throb of heat in his spark like the fading edge of rage…
And then he realized Bluestreak was looking down at him… and the whole world righted again. He chirped a little weakly, Basic wobbling. ‘Hey, Blue. How long was I out?’
As soon as Bluestreak had finished watching the sun rise with Rhinox and later Jazz, who was totally not eavesdropping before ou had made a bee line for the Med-Bay so to speak. After all Bee had been there for hir when ou was waking up in here and hir affection for the yellow scout aside it was really the least ou could do to return the favor.
Reaching out and taking one of his hands in hir own and squeezing gently. The sniper wasn't going to ask about the sudden spark breaking panic ou'd felt before Bumblebee would tell hir when he was ready.
"Too long? We were worried Bee. How are you feeling? Should I get Ratchet?"
Relief, concend and a warm affection were all evident in Bluestreaks field. Just happy Bee was Bee agian.
‘I… am also glad that I am okay,’ said Bumblebee, sitting up slightly from the medical berth and looking around. The humming beep from Ratchet’s scanners and the that clean metal smell of sterilizer and raw energon was familiar to the scout as the pitch of his own EMF by now and while this was not the first time he’d woken up in med bay this was the first time he’d woken up in med bay completely baffled. Optics flickered alertly about the room before settling on Bluestreak again.
‘And I dunno if you should get Ratchet. What happened/is going on? I was on an energon scouting mission with League. My chronometer is says I’ve been out for a full cycle.’ He tilted his head, door wings tweaking up. ‘I think I yelled at him…’ Optics got very large. ‘DID LEAGUE BEAT ME UP? ’
"I don't think so...You were really sick Bee this virus you got some how it was messing with your emotions."
Ou really couldn't help hirself and hugged onto the yellow scout. Wanting to comfort him as much as confirm to hirself he's okay. Holding tight and not wanting to let go just now.
"We've got to stop waking up in here Bee it's getting ridiculous ."
‘Well I keep promising to not get shot/blown up/poisoned/hacked/slagged but somehow I keep finding a way,’ chirped Bee, EMF warming with fond gratitude at the sniper’s presence. He quirked his head slightly at the sudden hug, whirring before he decided to enjoy the plate pressure and free longwaves. He looped an arm around Blue and tugged the other Bot over, tapping his knuckles against the other Bot’s helm, chirping with dangerous amounts of cheer. ‘But I promise to not get mysterious viruses from no where anymore.’
And speaking of…
Bee sobered a little, pulling Blue back a little, hands on hir shoulders to look his fellow Bot in the optics, buzzing a little in confusion. ‘Where’s Ratchet? Did he say what was wrong with me/what happened/what kind of virus? What did I do? I yelled at League. Where is he? I gotta apologize’ Again. His habit of flipping out at his allies was getting to be a running problem…
Last Edit: Feb 9, 2012 0:20:54 GMT -5 by bumblebee
"Maybe just stick to promises you can keep? Sometimes it feels like Primus himself is out to get us."
Bluestreak squeezed Bee just a little tighter before letting go enough to look him in the optic. Waiting until he'd stopped asking questions before ou spoke again. And they sa OU talked too much.
"Slow down Bee you're not going any were till Ratchet clears you, I don't know were he went but he'll be back soon I'm sure. I don't really know what the Virus was but that Femme from when we picked up Sniper was the one that got rid of it. Just... Relax for a bit okay? If you like once Hatchet gets back I'll get league and tell him you want to talk."
Not that Bluestreak really wanted to leave. Ou Still needed to assure hirself Bee was really doing okay.
Hearing Bluestreak and Bumblebee talk had been a welcome relief. Ratchet felt it was best to let the surprisingly innocent Bluestreak get Bumblebee back to speed. It was also relaxing to hear them talk. Bumblebee was much younger than he let on. It was nice for him to talk to another more his age. However it seemed Bluestreak had run out of answers and Bumblebee wanted more.
Coming in to view Ratchet gave Bumblebee a look of annoyance and relief the little scout had woken finally. “I cannot say what happen with League. However when you came here you became increasingly violent and it came to the point you wanted to kill us.” Ratchet’s EMF was flat. “You had contracted the Hate Plague. But with Serotype’s help the antivirus was found and given. There will be no lasting damage and that I know of everyone is fine.”
There was a lecture lurking in the back of the words. Ready to come out once he knew Bumblebee was truly ok in his processor. All the scans said he would be but only Bumblebee coming back and being fully working would tell there were no errors somewhere.
Bee chirruped in confusion. ‘Another Deception/Serotype? Really/why? Where’s Optimus /the others? Bluestreak, I have a whole cycle with nothing in it. I want to know what happened/what I did. Did I do something?’ a spark of fleeting terror diffused through his chest like a bolt off an ungrounded current, but before he got further, Ratchet made his appearance. Bumblebee froze, optics brightening and refocusing as he processed the tonal indicators in the other mech’s voice, filling in the blanks rapidly. He’d attack the others – to what degree they might not tell him right now or ever depending on what he’d said. The thought paralyzed him.
‘I… didn’t mean to…’ Bee trailed off, whirring softly. ‘So the virus wasn’t… it had nothing to do with the shared fluxes I was having…’ with Megatron ‘…before.’ He shook his head, EMF going frazzled. ‘I don’t understand/get it. How did I contract a virus that’s not communicable?’
"We know you didn't mean to Bee. You ARE a good mech weather you believe it or not we know you are."
Bluestreak allowed hir EMF to pules softly with soothing emotions. Fairly certain that Bee getting upset would be counter productive. Still holding onto the scouts arm and squeezing it gently.
If it was just the Virus and you're cured that's good right?"
“Bluestreak is right. We know you did not mean it and there is no reason for you to worry anymore about what is over and done.” Ratchet was about to let it off as being done and over. The danger gone but this was Bumblebee, from the last time the scout had wanted to know more. To understand the worst, or near worst that it could be.
With a quick look at Bluestreak, Ratchet focused on Bumblebee. “I am not sure where the virus came from however I am sure you are over it. I do not think it had anything to do with the fluxes but as I don’t know where it came from I can’t say with certainty only near certainty the two are not linked.” Ratchet kept his voice even and factual.
Bee ex-vented slowly, Ratchet’s unmerciful frankness putting a slow calm into his otherwise anxious systems. He nodded, doorwings quirking slightly, self-diagnostics running carefully picking out signs of anti-virals running through his neural circuitry and sensor grid. His neural net felt like it was running three times too slow. His head felt heavy with extraneous code, slogging through his thoughts in thick, soupy waves. He needed a defrag like no body’s business just then, but he could wait on that for a little while. His systems felt otherwise clear so with caution, he hopped off the medical berth and stood carefully on his own, waiting to see if he crashed and toppled over offline.
When he didn’t, he looked to Blue and Ratchet again. ‘Serotype fixed me? The one who helped Sniper before?’
"The same one. I think after we left with Sniper she decided to neutral."
Bumblebee probably didn't need it but Bluestreak kept a supporting hand on the yellow scout. More for the comfort of feeling him there alive and healthy. A little sluggish but his field was vibrant and warm. Better than ou had see him in a while.
"She's gone by now I think but we've had a lot of new bots come and go."
Last Edit: Feb 13, 2012 22:40:30 GMT -5 by Deleted
The relaxed look of Bumblebee helped Ratchet feel better. He was pleased with the scans and the way Bumblebee was acting now. He would be sure to keep an optic and scans on-going but it did seem the little scout had pulled though another close scrap.
Bee chirruped anxiously, glancing between Blue and Ratchet and knowing that no matter what he was likely to be confined to berth-rest and recharge for days after this. He flashed a warm EM pulse of gratitude at his friend, the sniper’s hand on his shoulders a welcome tactile contact in the wake of his dread and confusion. This was the second time in the last three months that an outside factor had incited him not just to anger but outright violence against his fellow Autobots and as he sat there, tense, Ratchet running scans to clear him of all traces of the Hate Plague, Bumblebee felt his hydraulics lock up.
He looked up at Blue. ‘My systems are all tweaked/messed up. Will you help me defrag later?’ He looked to Ratchet. ‘Is that… am I safe/okay to do that?’
Bumblebee's next guest soon came stomping down the hallways, his heavy footfalls made small booms on the metal of the base. Shortly after the thuds stopped League poked his head in through the medbay door before slowly lumbering on in.
"Hey there kid. Seems you pulled through alright." The sub grunted as he made his way over to the small group who were gathered around the plucky little scout. The mech didn't show it but he was quite relieved to see that Bumblebee had made it and was now being comforted by little Bluestreak as well as the 'Rusted-Wonder' himself, Ratchet. The little bot couldn't be in better hands, League was just dropping by to check up on Bee, but didn't want it to look like he was worried about the little bot. Soon enough he would leaqve after he was completely sure that Bumblebee was on the mend.