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.
Velocity was also very aware of the jet still in the air, and her constant 'fraggin flyers' mantra in her own neural net. If that thing came down here she would jump on it and scrap it with her own bare hands! Even if she really hated being on or around flyers for the most part. Jumping on them never a good idea, unless you were pretty heavy anyway.
Spying the look from the femme Vel grinned big and literally tackled the other enemy waiting. During the leap she had put her blades away, not too hard since they were easily accessible on the outside of her thighs. This one would pay for the pain along her back though she wasn't going to take her time.
Landing on the poor vehicon hard she stabbed both of her sharp clawed hands deep into their chassis. Her optics were very bright and the grin on her face not friendly. “You messed with the wrong femme. I do so hate to get my hands dirty, but when I do I make it count.” Proceeds to shred through this ones chest area and rip out their spark showing it to them right before they offline.
“Well, now that we are done here maybe we should move on?” Stands up and looks over to Serotype as she pulls a rag from subspace and begins to clean off where the energon sprayed on her.
Serotype had finished her own target. With a quick stroke, she had scalped the mech in front of her and then with the flick of her wrist, she had jabbed her blade in to the mech's spark chamber and twisted the blade before withdrawing it. She reattached her blades and looked upwards directly at the jet.
The vehicon jet had stopped circling and was starting to take off. It would have been an easy thing for her to fly up there and stop him. But instead, she had let him go. He would be the only one in this mess she'd let go. Afterall, she needed a messenger and what better messenger was the one who was playing scout above their heads. She watched him take off in to the distance and out of sight.
Velocity's voice brought Serotype's vision and thoughts back to the femme standing next to her. Her optics took a quick sweep over the femme. Like herself, she had been banged up but good. But the one thing that had caught Serotype's attention was the back injury.
"Let us quickly find safe shelter first. Then I need to look over your injuries," said Serotype.
Even she felt sore and stiff. She had a few good solid dents on her as well as some cuts to her protoform. In particular was the cut above her hip. That was causing the most pain right now. She avoided putting her hand over the open wound though the temptation was there. She knew that wasn't going to do much good.
Looking up Vel tracked the jet for awhile until it completely vanished, then turned her optics back on her fight mate. “So, this will be reported back to the head honcho won't it?” Which would mean that Megatron would know she was still alive, and here on Earth now. Velocity wondered just how he would feel knowing this, she wasn't even sure she knew how that made her feel. Though Soundwave would know as well his opinion on it wasn't as interesting to her, they had gotten along at the time but she hadn't been as involved with him. Many emotions flickered through her gaze and she pulled her field in tight close to her so she didn't give anything away. All of these things were pretty personal after all and no one else knew about her past but her and those involved.
“Oh yes, injuries. Nothing is major except the back, it's really twitchy and dripping.” Her tone indicated that she wasn't too worried about it but she was still walking so why become overly concerned? She wondered how well Serotype would be able to care for the split in her back plating out here in the desert. It would probably need closer attention later but they would have to make do with whatever they had on hand. There had been many times during the war that she had been dealt with by a field medic or someone who was close enough and knew more than she did. The mecha form was not her specialty, or even a knowledgeable subject really.
Optics roved over the other femme and she took note of the gash on the others hip. No reason to mention it as she knew the other already knew about it. Instead she walked off, not even tempted to shift form with her split plating to make the journey faster. There would be no way that could be a good idea, she would end up ripping herself apart or something, causing a lot more damage. Each step she took sent shockwave's up her back however and she spent the entire time with a pained expression. Soon enough, which seemed more like forever, Serotype and herself found shelter. An overhang that connected itself to the other side. Good enough for now anyway.
“So, tell me something. Why split from the other side?” Repairs may take time so she might as well get some of her own curious thoughts out of the way.
"Most likely if it hasn't been intercepted by anyone first. In any event, I WANT him to see that. I want them to know," said Serotype.
She too was in pain as she made her way to shelter. She couldn't resist an occasional hiss at each wave of pain. She was considering getting out the painkillers. Instead however, she removed her patch kit from her subspace.
"if you show me your back, I can do something about it," said Serotype.
It was eventual as it was inevitable that she would get questions about the nature of her defection.
"I had one attempt on my life too many and I am starting to disagree with their philosophy. There is no loyalty among Decepticons or at least, there seldom is. I don't think I could live with that for too much longer," said Serotype, "That and I have done many horrible things that need to be fixed."
“It will be interesting to see their reactions. Too bad we will not be there, but that is the entire idea isn't it?” Though she did speak out loud she wasn't expecting a reaction. It was mostly rhetorical as they were moving.
Velocity grinned big and turned so that her back was facing the other femme. “I was entirely too careless to let those drones cause this much damage on me. Though, that has been one of my problems from the start.” Carelessness was one of her issues, her problems really. Only when it came to battles though, otherwise she was almost paranoid in her caution around and with others and her work. Yet the moment she was in battle she became wild, excited and paid little heed to her own physical openings. How many times had she been yelled at by those in her unit...? More times than she could count, they had stuck her on being a sniper almost permanently. Not like she minded.
The plating across her back wasn't fully split but it was severed down a good amount. The more she twisted and turned the farther apart it was pulling and the longer it became. Now that the fight was over and her rush of excitement gone, it hurt like hell. The steady drip of energon that it had started out as was now a trickle and hopefully Serotype could patch it up since she really didn't want to go back to base if she could help it. Not that she had anything against the other Autobots but...she just wasn't entirely comfortable around most of them. Personal preference.
“There used to be loyalty, I have no idea what happened.” Things became twisted and ideals corrupted, she knew that much. Frowning mostly to herself her thoughts tried to orient themselves on the past but she wouldn't allow it. There was no need. “A lot of people have done some horrible things, or things they think are that way. What have you done that is so bad you would risk your spark to get away and try to make amends?”
"I find it oddly hard to believe that they were once a loyal and honourable group," said Serotype.
She took out a small container of disinfectant and started rubbing the contents on her hands and arms.
"What did I do? I... hurt a friend," said Serotype, "It shouldn't have happened."
The candy yellow mech flickered for a moment in her mind. She did hurt him and he didn't deserve it. It was that final straw to her. That one last thing of many things that sent her down this path of anger and regret.
She flicked her mind back to what she was dealing with at hand. Velocity's back injury, though painful, didn't appear to be serious. Serotype looked it over being careful to observe all the details.
"An energon line was nicked while you were cut. The rest of this is mostly superficial damage. I can make the patch but you will have to be careful and allow this injury at least a little time to heal," said Serotype.
There wasn't anything for Vel to say to the loyal comment. Perhaps Serotype just wasn't aware like Velocity was and hadn't been involved when she had. Not everyone knew the things she did, in fact a great many did not. Either way she had her own reasons for feeling how she did and it wasn't this femme's place to try and persuade her otherwise. Serotype did just take off her emblem and was officially a Neutral as of right now.
“Accidents happen. It seems that if you have friends at all you will inadvertently hurt them, sometimes it's completely out of your control.” Of course the memories came then but she tried to pay them no attention. What had happened with the twins was a tragedy that would never leave her. A gaping wound that Vel knew might eventually heal but it hadn't started to yet. “If they, your friend I mean, are still around, apologize? Perhaps you can let them know what happened and they will forgive you. All you can do is try.” This was probably the most she had spoken in so long that it started to make her feel awkward.
There was a nod to her head at the explanation of damage. That would be why she kept feeling the dripping that had turned into a trickle. Thankfully nothing major, so she could continue on her recon duties, mostly self appointed but she had helped a time or two. Vel almost felt like a rogue agent but going back to base just wasn't an idea that sat well with her. “Alright, I will probably travel with you a little longer and then just direct you where you should go, the general area at least. I'm more likely to be attacked with you of course. That and now they will know we are together, better to separate and keep them confused.” For now however she would exercise her curiosity.
“You did more than just simply hurt a friend for how many they sent after you. You are either very valuable to them or they really want you dead.”
"Then I appreciate whatever guidance you are able to offer," said Serotype.
She started off by putting a topical anesthetic over the injury before she started patching it up.
"More than likely, they want me dead for what I did," said Serotype, "As for what it is, it's starting to become a long list starting with and not limited to multiple acts of treason one of which was punctuated by blowing up a chunk of The Nemesis, murder - both presumably successful and non-successful, aided a known traitor, stole research, and antagonized a warlord."
“Anytime you antagonize a warlord is a bad idea, especially that specific one.” She flexed her back plating slightly at the touch, such a foreign concept to her throughout most of her life. It was an uncomfortable feeling and she honestly wasn't sure if it would be something she ever wanted again. Sure, she did her fair share of touching on certain mechs in the past, but that was just it, the past.
There had been no reason to respond to much else and she tried to be as still as possible even if she was uncomfortable and it was probably obvious.
“Treason. I think that is measured by the person who feels betrayed more than anything. Though the fact that you blew up a sizable chunk of the Nemesis is entirely too amusing.” The murder detail had her go quiet again and she mulled over that. Many of them could be accused of that act though some mechs she had known way more than others.
“At least with the successful one you don't have to worry about that bot coming after you.” Once Type was done with the patch Vel turned to look at her. “What do you want right now, most of all? I can lead you in many directions, I know this planet fairly well from all my exploring. Just tell me and I will help you how I can.”
Serotype started to clean off her hands. It was a good patch. It would heal up nicely.
"The one thing I would like to do first is to seek a safe place to rest for a while. I cannot rest if I am out in the desert. If I reach the native settlement, I may have temporary shelter until I can locate my friend and undo the harm I have caused him," said Serotype, "That would be my first step."
"Good idea. A safe place, hopefully there is one rather close though I doubt it." The safest type of place would be a cave of some sorts right now if they would even be able to find anything like that. Velocity was not going to hold out hope but that still wouldn't stop her from looking.
Flexing her plating and feeling it not split had her satisfied for now. A small smile settled on her mouth as she watched the other femme for a moment. "How will you find your friend? Do you know their alt form, or name? Oh, is the friend perhaps one of those squishy things?" There was obvious distaste in her town and even her field of just the idea. Vel didn't see the point in befriending them or protecting them. Though she also wasn't involved with them in any way. Most of her interactions had been accidental and unpleasant.
"How about you lead the way and we shall see what we can find for now? You are probably better suited to fighting and scouting then myself anyway." The lanky femme was under no disillusions to her usefulness in battles. She was good up high and out of the way or for a crazy sudden spurt of energy, but that had not been her primary function and so wasn't too terribly skilled in it. Battle of wits however...
Serotype quickly patched up her own injuries and pulled out a few dents as Velocity was talking.
"He's not all that squishy. He's a mech of short stature and reasonably nice," said Serotype, "I will know him when I see him. In any event, I can lead. The direction we were heading, was it west and as straight as the seeker flys?"
There were a few reasonably nice mechs out there still. Even if the majority of them came off as complete jerks. Yet another reason why she had been doing the loner thing for so long. She was becoming so cynical and snotty that she was reminding herself of a certain someone. Not exactly the best personality to emulate.
"I wish you luck in finding your friend then and that everything happens to work out." Her optics lit upon Serotype a moment longer before she nodded like she had made some decision. "That is exactly the way we need to go. Hopefully it will not take too long for us to get somewhere safer." Vel started to follow Serotype as soon as she set off. "Once we find it I will probably leave then. No better time really, safest thing for the both of us as well. Wouldn't want you to be caught because I'm terrible at subterfuge." A slight grin then.
"Hmm.... it is probably best if you left sooner than that. Being with me for too long will pose a serious risk to your health... as you have already witnessed. I do not wish for additional harm to come to you because of what I brought upon myself. It wouldn't be fair to you," said Serotype, "But thank you for your kindness."
"I can understand that. I did willingly put myself in harms way though. I may not be a fearsome warrior but I am a wonderful distraction. They always overestimate me because of my size so you can only imagine the things I get away with." A smirk then and quiet chuckle.
It would appear that they should part ways now though Velocity wasn't certain that was for the best. Now was probably better than later anyway. Looking the other femme up and down she seemed to decide something before walking over to her. "Good luck to you Serotype. I hope you get away unscathed and that you also find your friend. If we never meet again I am glad we got to at least this once." She placed her servo on the others shoulder and tapped it twice before dropping it back to her side.
Pointing off to the west and looking she explained to Type that was the general area she should head into. "I also hope you find a way to forgive yourself. Goodluck." Ducking her head with a nod she started walking South, she had no intentions of going toward base and couldn't transform just yet, the weld was too fresh. With a quick wave she took off at full speed hoping to make as much distance between them as possible. If anyone was following them there would be two places to go, splitting the ranks was always preferable.