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.
Bluestreak was in need of a distraction. Despite what others would say the guilt of Ray's death still hung over hir and the little grey sniper had long since discovered that it was simply easier to distract one's self that to properly deal with such things. Not healthy but it kept hir going for now.
Fortunately enough the base was rife with new distractions in the form of new bot's to the base. Lot's of them from the sounds of it but the first one Bluestreak found was Rhinox. The Mech they'd found in Africa of all places. He was minding his own business, refuleing and looking a little lonely. Taking a deep breath of air ou pressed down hir own turbulent emotions and put forward all the welcoming friendliness ou could muster as ou approached. (A considerable amount all things considered.)
"Rhinox! Hi we didn't get much chance to talk before but you look like you could used some company right now. Mind if I join you?"
"Bluestreak." Rhinox greeted his fellow Autobot (his fellow team member now, and didn't that make his spark jump a little, disloyal as that felt) with a smile. Truth be told, he had been feeling a little lonely. He'd never been a gregarious mech, but after a century of desperate solitude, suddenly company became more important than ever. And Bluestreak had already proven to be excellent company.
"Please," he offered, waving at the other chair. "Feel free."
And that was all the permission the little sniper needed to take the larger mech by the arm and begin to tug him towards the deepest parts of the base.
"How about a grand tour of our base? I've done some Exploring and I can show you the few empty rooms we've got left so you can get dibs. Our Human friends are here too some were I'm sure you'll like them. You saw Raf when we met in Africa."
Simple friendly chatter. Like for all the world Bluestreak had known Rhinox for vorns not a few cycles. Glyphs for excitement over a soft steady thrum of friendly pleasure to just have some company.
-oof, tugged. Rhinox got up quickly, draining the rest of his cube in response to Bluestreak's eager enthusiasm. "Sure," Rhinox answered, responding to the friendly glyphs with fond ones of his own - along with ones that said teammate. "I'd like that. I got lost on my way here from the medbay."
Though he chooses to blame that one on being berated for nearly a cycle by Ratchet. That's enough to throw off anyone's gyroscopes.
Steeljaw had been given a whirlwind tour of the base, which mostly consisted of Blaster transmitting him a map of the facilities with highlights for where he was supposed to recharge, where he was supposed to refuel, the ground bridge, the medbay (as though Steeljaw hadn't already spent inordinate amounts of time there), a visual and ID of everyone on base, and that was about it.
It had utterly failed to include any of the Interesting Things.
Which had left Steeljaw, once Ratchet had released him from the medbay with cautions about stressing his new repairs which Steeljaw had every intention of taking to spark, to fill in the rest of the map for himself.
Such as sixteen different exits from the base that weren't on the map.
And the cobbled together high grade still in the back room.
And the organic nest of juvenile crotalus scutulatus - green rattlesnakes - in one of the other back rooms which Steeljaw had, after some thought, picked up one by one and released back into the outdoors via one of the unmarked exits.
And the airducts. One of which he was mapping when he heard heavy footsteps that he didn't recognize and a lighter voice that he had already tagged as belonging to the young sniper, Bluestreak.
The heavier step had a heavier voice to go with it, and was saying something about getting lost. That's right - another newcomer to the base, Autobot, naturally. Steeljaw had heard something to that effect.
He trotted the last few yards to the nearest vent, sensor tendrils snaking out to make short work of loosening the fastenings so that Steeljaw could slip through. Paws magnetized for traction, he stepped out from vent to wall, emerging at something closer to eye level for most bots in front of the two walking. "The base map does leave a bit to be desired. Hello, I don't believe we've met." He arched his audio arrays forward. "Steeljaw."
Bluestreak had only just started on the Grand Tour of the base when Steeljaw the robo ceiling cat popped up...Or down or what ever. Grinning as ou offend hir hand to the feline looking mech.
"Hello there Steeljaw, I'm Bluestreak. I was giving Rhinox a tour of the base. It looks like you've already given yourself one but would you like to join us anyway?"
The eager hopefulness in hir EMF would have been impossible to suppress even if ou had wanted to. The more the merrier after all.
Rhinox paused cautiously when the minicon appeared; large mechs making sudden movements was something none of them tended to enjoy. He nodded politely to - Steeljaw, was it? Another newcomer, it seemed, judging from his and Bluestreak's words. Rhinox hoped his story wasn't as depressing.
"Rhinox; pleasure to meet you," he offered politely. "I'd be happy for your company as well."
Steeljaw gave the other two a quick once over - large and larger, compared to himself - and then calmly climbed another yard up the wall to Rhinox's optic level, crouching there in the lowered way that minimized the tug of gravity on his repairs. "There," he said. "I've spent a lot of time with large mechs on small enclosed ships; you learn to make do. This base is roomy by comparison, but there's little sense in you watching your ankles."
He tipped his head down the corridor. "This way to medbay, were you saying? I'm not so good with the main corridors."