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.
Dipper typically spent his days look after anything that actually required his expertise. He usually went almost unnoticed by everyone. It was his status quo. He expected it really. It was very much like paying attention to the janitor. Sometimes he had his moments in the light, but not usually.
Today was pretty much like every other. With his checklist in hand, he was going through another set of daily maintenance routines. He liked having routine. It had a certain set of normalcy attached to it. He liked that. It made him feel useful. After all, he was a skilled engineer. That was something he was good at.
Rhinox 'clocked in' on the base roster in high spirits, tool kit in hand. There was a long list of tasks around the base that needed accomplishing, but all were well within his skills, and if he needed help he had comrades to call upon. He had a full tank, useful employment and his friends around him; he couldn't ask for anything more.
The lights in the hallway leading to the medbay and control room, for a start, needed replacing. He made his way down there with what was, for him, a jaunty gait, and paused when he saw the dimly-lit form of a smaller mech near the medbay entrance. "Hello," he said, not wanting to startle him.
Rhinox smiled gently. Carefully gently - the smaller mech seemed the type that he could intimidate with his size without meaning to. "Dipper, right?" he asked, remembering the roster he'd been pinged that morning, and seeing the other mech with Airazor. "I'm doing some maintenance work myself. Maybe we could help each other?"
"S-sure. I don't mind. It's pretty much been myself and sometimes Ratchet doing this kind of stuff. Although, it's mostly been me taking it over. I don't mind the help," said Dipper.
He briefly looked over his checklist and then back at Rhinox.
"I'm just heading to the medbay to check equipment. It's s-seen a lot of use these days," said Dipper.
If he had any comment about this, it was that the medbay seemed to have a revolving door of patients coming and going. The Cons (and even occasional accidents) seemed to have a lot to do with putting a few Bots in to the Medbay. If it weren't so horrible, one could almost joke about it.
The fact that it was horrible didn't stop most mechs from joking about it - encouraged it, even. But Rhinox tended to refrain unless he knew how such jokes would go over. He nodded to Dipper instead, answered, "I'll be right out here, then," and got to work fixing the lights.
...It soon became clear he needed a stepladder or something, and he peeked into the medbay to see if he could locate one.
Dipper stepped in to the medbay as well. It didn't take him long to spot the ladder leaning up against the wall. He grabbed it, hauled it over and set it up.
"A couple of months," Rhinox answered, climbing the ladder carefully, listening for any warning creaks. "I crash-landed in Africa, I'm afraid." He reached up to unhook the first light, checking the wiring for frays or insulation breakage. "Yourself?"
"Longer. I used to be an engineer on The Tangent - a prison ship. It was okay.... I-I guess. You d-didn't see battle much, that's for sure. But we were ambushed and shot down when we reached the asteroid belt of the Sol system. We crashed landed in the Arctic," said Dipper.
Rhinox paused, glancing down at Dipper, revising his estimation of the mech. Battle is no picnic, but working on a prisoner transport ship in any capacity couldn't be easy duty either. Rhinox certainly wouldn't volunteer for it.
"Seems to be a lot of crashing going around these days," he observed, and went back to his work. "What happened to the prisoners?"
"At the time of the crash, we didn't have very many. Most of us didn't make it," said Dipper.
Matter of fact, it was just him and one other survivor. She was in horrible shape and he wasn't sure if she had survived after Bumblebee had rescued him. It was only until recently that he saw her again chained down in the medbay. Although, Dipper didn't openly express that he knew her or at least knew of her. He kept that to himself for the most part.
"Only two of us got out of there alive - myself and one prisoner. S-she was in the medbay recently. I heard that Optimus let her go," said Dipper.
"I'm sorry," Rhinox offered quietly. Was there any Cybertronian this war hadn't hurt? Any spark that didn't carry loss? He reinstalled the light, and though there was professional satisfaction in seeing it light up properly, he felt no real happiness in it.
"Your - fellow survivor," he asked, descending the ladder, "her name wouldn't be Serotype, would it? I - er - made her acquaintance briefly." Embarrassment flickered through his field.
Dipper blinked a few times. Why did Rhinox seem embarrassed about it?
"Y-yeah! That's her. She was uh cooperating with everyone at the time. She was helping us with something. I-I don't know much about it. But I do know that she was helping them," said Dipper, "She isn't.... mean like the other prisoners."
Rhinox was so not explaining the embarrassed-flare. Just not even going there.
"She seemed nice enough," he confirmed, planting the ladder firmly under the next light. "I didn't get to talk with her much, though; I was there to see Ratchet, and it's usually safest to pay attention to your medic." He gave Dipper a crooked grin and ascended the ladder. "I hope Serotype's all right now."
"Better than how I first saw her on this planet. I was sure that I was the only survivor until recently," said Dipper, "Though, I didn't get a chance to talk to her. I'm not great with talking in those situations."
That much was certainly true. Dipper was piss-poor at dealing with femmes of any sort and even that expression in itself was an understatement. He wasn't going to talk to Serotype willingly or on his own.
"H-how are you finding this planet, by the way?" asked Dipper.