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.
"Thank you, Blue. I'm glad I'm here too." He chuckled. "I would've been glad to find <i>any</i> Autobots, really, but - this is a good place. With good people." He snugged Bluestreak closer and smiled. "It's nice to be needed."
"And - you're a good bot too," he added. "You've made me feel welcome. I appreciate you for that."
Probably an exaggeration but for a moment Bluestreaks smile was as bright as the sunrise. Giving Rhinox a hug tighter than one would believe hir capable of for hir frame.
"Then we're both glad both of us are here. You're an Autobot Rhinox, no matter how long you've been away you'll always be welcom. Always be a friend."
Rumbling love and gentle affection, Rhinox hugged Bluestreak close. Whatever other talents ou had, ou gave excellent hugs.
"Likewise, Blue," he murmured into the other's helm. "I'll always be your friend, and you'll always be mine. I'm stubborn about these things," he teased gently.
it must have been a sign of the end times but here, with Rhinox and the rising sun, almost up now Bluestreak was quiet. Perfectly content to bask in the warmth of the sun and in the larger Mech's EMF. Things might never be perfect, Ray was never coming back but...Things would get better. Ou would heal.
Well - not anytime, as a beep on his chronometer chose that moment to remind him. "That's my two-click warning," he explained apologetically. "I'm about to go on shift. I'll see you later, all right? Soak up some sunshine for me."
With a final affectionate pat, Rhinox took his leave. If he spotted their eavesdropper, he gave no sign.
Jazz ducked down as Rhinox turned out of instinct more than real sneakiness. When the bigger bot had moved back inside, Jazz hopped up and out, closing the hatch behind him and wandering up behind Bluestreak. Here among family, he projected his field enough so that Bluestreak would know he was coming before he laid a hand on Blue's shoulder.
Jazz smiled. "Hey there, Little Blue. Didn't mean to eavesdrop there. Well...ok, didn't PLAN to eavesdrop there...."
Bluestreak couldn't help but laugh as Rhinox alarm went off. "Duty calls don't worry about me I'll make sure to soak up as much as I can."
Jazz's approach hand't surprised Bluestreak. Ou'd had a feeling that some mech was there but when Jazz's field announced his presence Bluestreak wasn't TOO surprised.
Leaning gently into the other mechs hands ou leaned back to look up and smile at him.
Jazz grinned. "I remember you bein' smaller, little bit." He held his hands out, cupping them slightly apart. "'Bout yea big, once 'pon a vorn."
So tiny and fragile and optics bigger than hir face. So quiet and shy that it'd taken decacycles before the sparkling would detach from Chromia or Ironhide and let Jazz hold him. Longer than that until Jazz felt like he SHOULD. For a good long while he'd been firmly in the Ironhide camp of "oh Primus what if I BREAK IT?"
Jazz resisted the urge to stroke a wondering claw along Blue's arm. His adult frame was still new and unfamiliar, for all that Jazz had spent a lot of time since he arrived snuggled with it. He squeezed Blue's shoulder and released it, pulsing happiness through his field. "Glad to see you making friends. Rhinox seems like a real nice mech."
Bluestreak grabs hold of Jazz's own tug on it. Wanting the other bot to sit down beside hir. Doorwings fluttering happily in the air. Memories of Jazz, old but not forgotten came rushing back. Meeting him (still in the Cling to Ironhide/Chromia phase) Getting to know him (The cling to Jazz phase) and slowly coming out of hir shell with his help.
"There's lots of nice mechs here Jazz, I'm sure you've met some of them." Or most of them, knowing Jazz.
Jazz obligingly sat, arm slipping around Bluestreak's waist. It was cute, how Bluestreak had apparently never outgrown hir touchy-feely phase. Jazz certainly wasn't going to complain, though. There had been times when he'd thought that Bluestreak was never going to uncurl from the ball of shock and fear that ou'd curled into after Praxis. Getting the sparkling to trust him, then to trust the outside world enough to leave their quarters, meet others, make friends had been...hard.
Jazz chuckled. "That I have. Not everyone I don't think, but quite a few. Still looking forward to meeting the rest." He leaned into Bluestreak's field slightly. "This feels like a pretty good place. Now if only the 'Cons would go crash into the sun, life'd be perfect."
Bluestreak happily leaned into Jazz's hold hir own arm reaching to wrap around him. Holding maybe a little tighter than completely necessary as ou soaked in the feel of every part of him. Hir EMF settling into a sense of peace that ou had not felt in a long time.
"Seems like more everyday and it's wonderful. I haven't seen this many 'bots in one place since...Since our base..."
The one long gone along with many of the mechs stationed there, that had had a hand in hir upbringing.
"It'd be nice to be rid of the 'Con's Jazz but Earth's poor sun don't deserve to suffer through them. Maybe a nice black hole?"
Jazz laughed. "So considerate! Yeah, I suppose a nice black hole will do...so long as it's REALLY dense. Ol' Megs has a hard head. Wouldn't do to have it escape, you know?"
He drops his helm to Bluestreak's, briefly, sighing contentedly. "So glad to see you, Little Blue. Never thought I'd see you and 'Hide again. Space does that to your head...reminds you of how big and wide the 'verse is...n' how small you are in it."
He thought back to Ironhide the other night, holding onto him like he was a lost sparkling. To Bluestreak's own inveterate need to touch. Curiosity poked its head out of his happy coma of family-fields. "Did you guys end up in the black, too? Before you got here, I mean...."
At Jazz's question Bluestreak held on a little tighter. The memories of being separated from hir own team after the attack, of searching for them and the vast darkness swallowing hir hole.
"I think Ironhide got to Earth before me but made contact after. The team I was assigned to was attacked by Decepticon Raiders and I was separated from them. I looked for them but I was alone and when I heard about Autobots here I hoped they'd have come here too..."
Ou hand't found hir team mates yet but with all the new bot's coming in ou allowed hirself some hope.
"They haven't made it yet but I'm not giving up. And everyone here is so friendly."
Jazz's hands were moving before he even knew it, automatically stroking comfort at the familiar glyphs that streaked across Blue's fields. Alone. Yeah, he knew that one.
So Blue definitely had and Ironhide possibly had spent time solo. That would explain things, he guessed. Something still bothered him, somewhere in the back of his processor, where he wasn't sure if quite EVERYTHING added up, but he was willing to let it rest for now.
Jazz chirred comfortingly for a long moment against the top of Bluestreak's helm. "Don't give up. Don't ever give up." He lived by that motto. "Chromia, too, hmm? I'm assuming she's out there, since neither you nor 'Hide've broken out the bad news."