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.
They were stricter about breaks on Earth. Or rather, Airazor was stricter about breaks, at least where Rhinox is concerned; she'd told him in no uncertain terms that he was not the only engineer on Team Prime and she was not letting him bury himself in his work.
Once he was outside, Rhinox had to admit she had a point. They were on a living organic planet, there was fresh air and sunshine and Things to explore. Rhinox didn't go far from the base proper, but there was plant and animal life to catalog even such a short distance away. Technically, he supposed, cataloging wasn't exactly within the purview of 'taking a break,' but - well, it was his break, and he found the work both relaxing and stimulating.
And the flowers! Such colors! Such smells! Rhinox scanned the area for unfamiliar humans, found the coast clear, and transformed to lay down on his belly for a better look at a particularly lovely specimen of Calochortus nuttallii - or more commonly, the Sego lily.
The greeting came from the Autobot’s back, a low, deep-harmonic rumble over the rev of a massive engine whirr. A blue and red Peterbilt semi-truck came idling up, slowing down to stop not far from the engineer who appeared to be deeply involved with his inspection of the local wild flowers. The eighteen wheeler sat back on its axels for a moment before coming apart, snapping together and standing up into the tall, Iacon-built framework of Optimus Prime. His EM field was rippled politely with curiosity, a mien of both query and interest in his expression as he moved to peer down at what Rhinox was looking at, minding the flowers as he did.
Optimus tilted his head at Rhinox. “I heard you were off shift and off base. Simply wanted to check in on you.” Optimus glanced at the flower. “What species is that?”
The Prime was still somewhat startled by the totality and thoroughness of Rhinox’s gentle disposition. The intensity for which he cared for others was real, palpable and very near a physical hum of kindness off the Bot’s bulk. The care he put into his study of the flowers was more than some soldiers gave the mech in the firing ditch at their side. It would have been a lie to say that the engineer’s manner was not in and of itself soothing. It was difficult to be tense around a long-wave mech like Rhinox, the easy pitch of his field enticing other to calm. Something they all sorely needed.
Rhinox didn't startle when Optimus spoke his name; stretched out full-length along the ground, he'd felt the rumble of the truck's approach long before Optimus had come close enough to transform and speak. When his leader hailed him, Rhinox looked up, smiled, and pushed himself to his knees, careful not to crush the flower he'd been studying.
"It's called a Sego lily," he answered in response to Optimus's question. "I've found a few field guides to plants native to this area, but this is the first time I've seen one up close. Come look."
He beckoned, then paused, looking a little sheepish. "If you've got time to be looking at flowers with me, sir." Rhinox could easily while away hours looking at plant life, but his Prime surely had more urgent claims on his time.
“Since Jazz implemented the new duty rosters,” said Optimus, moving to kneel down beside the other mech, “we are all, allotted some down time.” He inspected the flower Rhinox had indicated, EM casual as the day was long. “I’m simply electing to take mine here, provided you have no objections.”
It wasn’t a secret that Optimus tended to take his off-duty hours to be on his own, not for the solitude but for the quiet that came with the solitude to think. With things so desperate for the Autobots, their numbers so few, losses stacking up, there had been a lot of those drives. This was the first time in a long time that R&R came… and he didn’t feel the press of all that needed doing against the inside of his head. For once… things were being taken care of, perhaps only in the immediate sense, but that too was a welcome change.
“I know,” he said, after a moment, “that optimizing the ground bridge generator has been an involved task for you, Rattrap, and Airazor all.” His EMF pulsed gratitude. “It’s a labor all the Autobots greatly appreciate.” To say nothing of Fowler who was delighted to find the energy issue with his higher ups had resolved itself on the Autobot end. “You should know that your presence here is making a great difference.”
Objections? Rhinox struggled to think of a reason why he would object to Optimus's company. Aside from his being - who he was, Rhinox genuinely liked the mech.
He also (he made a mental note) liked Jazz, for ensuring time off for everyone, including the Prime, on the duty roster if nothing else. He'd have to think of something nice to do for the mech.
Rhinox listened quietly as Optimus spoke, feeling the brush of warm gratitude against his field, and shifted a little in bashful happiness. "We're glad we can help," he answered, duty and honor mingling with gratitude and pride in his own EMF. "And I enjoy work like that." Useful work that isn't killing or destroying, he found himself thinking, and tried to keep that thought out of his field - though for the perceptive Optimus Prime, he wasn't sure any thought could remain hidden for long.
“I do not imagine that the usual labors of war much suits you,” said Optimus, his optics on the patch of wild flowers, his EMF steady as a spark-pulse and unreadable.
As it suited so few of them in the beginning, and had grown to fit them despite their efforts. Megatron had taken that choice from them – the choice to remain free of war and find their way through life on a path not bloodied with energon and spent metals. Thinking of Bumblebee and Bluestreak, mechanisms sparked into the crush of war, given purpose by its edicts, forged in the heat of battle it was difficult sometimes. Jazz and Ironhide, Ratchet – all changed to suit the face of war and what was Optimus Prime but the mechanism that war maid Orion Pax? Optimus’ EMF remained steady on and it was a moment before he looked up from the patch of lilies.
“I think it does not suit very many of us. A fact for which I am always grateful.” Even if, a small part of him thought, you are one half of a war engine that will not stop soldiering on. “War changes too many of us. Makes us unrecognizable even to ourselves. It is good that you still know what you find joy in doing, Rhinox, and I am glad we can give it to you here.”
Yep. He was right. Couldn't hide anything from the big mech.
Rhinox ducked his head down, aware that his EMF was darkening with anxiety and sheepishness and sorrow, swarming through his field and obscuring the more pleasant emotions. "I don't want you to think - you can't rely on me in battle," he explained haltingly. "I don't enjoy it, and I shouldn't, but I can pull my weight fighting as well." The claim sounded, to his own audials, like a youngling protesting that he could do grown-up things, but there hadn't been any battles since he'd joined Team Prime. He hadn't had a chance to prove - either to his leader or to himself, after the disastrous last battle - that he could still fight.
Not that he longed for the opportunity, but he was enough of a realist to know that it would come. This was war; the battles would always come.
He looked away, back to the flowers. "But it's true," he admitted with a ghost of a smile, "that I much prefer flowers."
Optimus laid a hand on Rhinox’s shoulder, a warm press of EMF in the touch that held and hummed in the thick armor plating. “And for that, not your competency in battle, I am more grateful.”
When this earned him a querying look, Optimus looked aside briefly, a low harmonic of engine noise in his chest before he met the other mech’s stare again his own optics focused and calm. “War has made machines of us, too many of our people taking violence as our function and making weapons of ourselves. More than warriors, we need peacemakers and more than brutality we need kindness, sincerity, sparks that don’t beat to the pulse of war.”
He paused a moment before added, quietly, firmly, “I would never ask you to prove your loyalty to me or your value to me or anything about yourself through the venue of violence, Rhinox. You are valuable as you are. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Rhinox shivered, just a little, at the firm press of Optimus's hand against his shoulder. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, not at all, but a sudden rush of pure need took him completely by surprise. He'd always been a tactile mech, thriving on touches and hugs, but somehow Optimus's touch pulled at him, intensely comforting. He wondered, as Optimus spoke, whether this was a Prime thing, or simply Optimus's own kind spark.
Part and parcel of the same thing, perhaps. The Matrix didn't choose him for no reason, after all.
Rhinox watched Optimus's face as he spoke, unable to help leaning into the touch as he was unable to help his own sparkbeat. The Prime's words were calming and comforting, as they were meant to be, as comforting as the press of his hand and the warm weight of his field. Optimus was good at offering comfort, but even as Rhinox accepted it gratefully, it made him wonder - who comforted Optimus?
He'd seen the weight command put on mechs' shoulders. It was not a burden he wanted for himself. And Optimus commanded all Autobots...
He sighed, mostly to himself. "Prime," he said, "I'm going to be a bit familiar now. Excuse me." So saying, he leaned forward slowly, wrapped his arms around Optimus's waist, and hugged him firmly.
Optimus didn’t… he didn’t withdraw. He did stiffen for a split second, however, when the heavy-set engineer pulled him with the barest of preamble into a substantial embrace and held him tight. He blinked, hard, optics flickering, his EMF thrown for a moment with a ripple of genuine surprise followed by a pulse, to his embarrassment, of unease.
He… couldn’t remember the last time a mechanism had hugged him, honestly. Partly because the tactile gesture was not universal with all frame-types and function classes and partly because no one had the thoughtlessly instinctive kindness to not care he was both a commanding officer of the Autobot Army and The Last of the Primes.
Which was why Optimus’ next move was to reach up and wrap one arm around the other mech’s shoulders, stilling and letting his EM field open a bit to a less controlled calm and take on a more natural pulse of understanding… and though he didn’t say it, there was a thank you in the pitch of his energy field. Long enough without, it was easy to forget what tactile gestures felt like or meant.
He didn’t really have a notion what to say so the Prime just let Rhinox grip him tight, waves of calm and acceptance rolling easy off his framework because it was clear that Rhinox had been without kindness for a while – the death of his team, separation, and who knew what else. Just being there, a solid point in the flux and chaos of war… Prime supposed he could be that easily enough. Even if only for this moment.
At the first flutter of unease, Rhinox felt the instinctive urge to pull back and apologize to his Prime. He ignored it fiercely, hanging on until Optimus's EMF calmed and evened out, and when it warmed with gratitude Rhinox knew he'd done the right thing.
"I wanted to thank you too," he murmured into Optimus's plating. "For everything you do, not just for taking us in. I probably can't imagine the burdens you carry, as commander and Prime - the sorrow as well as the responsibility. But I've never even seen you falter." Though admittedly Rhinox hadn't been with him that long. He rather suspected, though, that Optimus wasn't the type to let more than a trusted few see his moments of doubt or grief.
His hug tightened, just a little. Rhinox had no illusions that he would be allowed into that lucky inner circle, but that didn't mean he couldn't help. "You deserve a hug break too, sir," he assured Optimus with unshakeable conviction.
Optimus tilted his head slightly, peering down at the engineer at his shoulder, EMF quirking with surprise that Rhinox pretty much openly addressing the burden of leadership. His arm around the engineer shifted slightly so his hand rested on the back of the older mech’s shoulder. Hearing Rhinox talk about it, aloud, not just silently acknowledging that being in command was a difficult task, was a strange thing. With the exception of Ironhide and Jazz (who still only addressed the issue in actions, indirect words, and touches) it had been a very long time since another mechanism told him what he did was difficult… and it had been eons since someone told it to him while… trying to comfort him like this.
Feeling a bit slow on the uptake, the Prime realized that Rhinox wasn’t looking for comfort, he was trying to give it to him. Oh. The was slightly painful to realize that, instinctually, he had a best grasp of what was appropriate on the battle field than he did just then. War has made machines of us, he thought, closing his optics a moment. His grip on the engineer’s shoulder pulsed once more, tensing before he leaned back slightly to look the other mech in the eye.
“Thank you, Rhinox. Your concern is…” Appreciated? Valued? Heard? He hummed slightly, then just, “Thank you.”
Rhinox pulled back a little too, giving Optimus a half-crooked smile. "Forgive me if I overstepped," he said, with no doubt that Optimus would do just that. "But I mean every word."
Truth be told, alongside the respect and almost-reverence he already felt for the Prime, he was becoming quite fond of Optimus himself. Rhinox understood being quiet and reserved, being so himself, but Optimus was respectful and appreciative of his Autobots, diligent in his duties, fair to a fault in command, and - well, watching him talk with his young human friends was far too cute for words. The Last Prime had the official right to command all Autobots; Rhinox saw now that Optimus, the spark behind the Matrix, the mech behind the title, was well worth following.
"Any time you want a hug," Rhinox smiled at him, "I will be available."
A flicker of a smile crossed the Prime’s mouth as he stepped back, frame still carrying the electromagnetic impression of the other mech’s energy against his plates, the physical pressure. The line between commander and commanded was difficult to draw with a team so small and a cause so desperate but for just a kilk… dismissing the complications of that seemed appropriate. He was getting a ping from base. Bumblebee was reporting in from his patrol and, apparently, June Darby was inquiring about the possibility of learning to use Cybertronian medical tools. He glanced back to Rhinox.
“I have to head back to base,” he said, moving back to get room for a transformation. “It was good talking with you, Rhinox.” He turned to go then… “And I will not forget.”
Rhinox smiled back, sitting back on his knees to let Optimus go. "I'm going to stay out here a little longer," he answered. "Airazor was... very clear in her expectations." Mental note: hug her too.
He nodded to Optimus at the promise, keeping a small smile on his face. "That's all I ask. I'll see you inside, Prime."
They were back to being leader and subordinate - as if they had ever stopped being that - but Optimus could be trusted to keep his promises. And Rhinox felt all warm and fuzzy inside too, which was never a bad thing.