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.
After vorns of navigating interpersonal conflicts aboard a very small ship, Rhinox knew just how to handle the tension between the femme and the medic.
He got the slag out of the way.
Sitting meekly down on the berth Ratchet indicated, Rhinox unhooked the panel on the side of his chest where the offending circuit was but did not open it. He hadn't exactly come here for a full systems check, sure the medic was too busy anyway, but his Responsible circuits told him it would be a good idea to have one. And Rhinox always listened to his Responsible circuits, in part because sometimes it felt like no one else did.
Looking thoughtful Ratchet gave a nod to Serotype “Good I don’t want to have to re-fix anything.” Ratchet was almost sure Serotype would not push herself to much. After all if nothing else she wanted to help.
There would have been a feel of surprise to Ratchet’s EM Field and his faceplate if not for his long discipline of showing no surprise. No reason to let a damaged Autobot know how bad the damage was. The words showed how hard the situation was for Velocity. The smile showed she really did not mean it bad. Ratchet was still thoughtful and more so. “It would be hard. We can find something for you to do if you would like.” There was a short pause, “after your visit with Serotype.” Ratchet was not sure what Velocity could do but still surly something could be found to help her.
Turing back to Rhinox there was a near laugh at Rhinox sitting on the berth. Seems the mech knew to get out of the way of an angry medic and femme. Ratchet walked over to start the scan and replace the circuit. “First scan then I will replace the circuit you have with the type two one.”
Serotype was a little surprised by Velocity's hand on her arm. Partially because she had grown far to accustomed to the Decepticon way of handling things and this gesture was very UN-Decepticon. It had caught her off guard.
"I... don't mind him. Most of the time, I'm in recharge for the past little while. It makes things easier," said Serotype.
Though she was getting energon intravenously, she couldn't help the odd craving for her old favourite - energon gummies. She knew that actually eating anything would mean there was a chance she might purge it or some other ill and unwanted effect.
"But I would rather be here under Autobot care and with a friend than to have to face other Decepticons currently," said Serotype, "Autobots are very.... different than what I am used to."
She did let it show however, her surprise. Optics widening she turned to fasten a look on Ratchet. "I'm not a warrior, or a scout. Definitely not a medic." Her mouth curved into a smirk. "I am good with scheduling, handling others...my last job was personal assistant and PR rep for a high ranking senator. I'm sure I can help somewhere. Everything is a mess here." Though he may be a bit of a blow hard he wasn't a bad mech and kinda cute in that gruff way. The fact that he wanted to help her really made her happy, no one else had offered as of yet.
When he turned his attention to the other mech in the room, whose name she hadn't caught or heard well enough, she smiled back at Serotype. "Yes the Autobots are very different though sometimes the line blurs in my opinion. But, I am just a cranky femme who misses the only ones she really cared about." She vented slowly and tried for another smile but it was a sad one. "When you can be released I would love to have time to just sit and chat with you. I have no one I can talk to here."
Her optics scanned over the other three in the room. Jazz had been oddly quiet so much so that she almost forgot he was there but she was far too keen in her senses to do that. It pained her to see Type this way but there wasn't much else she could do. "You let me know if you feel tired at all alright? We will have plenty of time to talk. I won't leave base for awhile now probably."
"Yes.... I understand the feelings of missing someone you care about," said Serotype.
Her mind briefly flickered back to Scatterdust. Although she knew that that relationship was done and over with, it still left a dull pain her spark like a small hole that she wished were filled. For her own sanity, she picked another subject.
"When I am released, I will be certain to visit you for sure. Currently, I don't feel all that tired. All I feel is an odd craving for energon gummies. Although, attemping anything like that right now may not be the best thing for me," said Serotype.
Rhinox offered a crooked half-grin at Ratchet's "trying not to laugh" expression. Better to be thought a mite goofy than get slapped with the Collateral Damage label, that was his philosophy.
He was surprised when Ratchet took his suggestion so quickly, though. The enclave medic on Cybertron would have insisted on examining the circuit and forming his own opinion - a contrary one to Rhinox's, just to remind him who was the medic.. Maybe he's preoccupied, he mused, as he submitted to the scan. Or maybe he does trust my expertise at least that far. It was a gratifying feeling - that Ratchet, a legend in his own right, would listen to him even on such a small matter.
Jazz stayed silent, still, and very watchful. He'd met most of the mechs here, or at least caught their names, but that didn't tell him much. Watching them, here, interacting with each other, was an unexpected treat.
Primus, he'd missed this. Just sitting back and watching all the interplay go on around him. Personalities meeting and meshing and clashing and everything a vibrant swirl of fields and glyphs and voices.
Jazz just sat there, half his sensors trained on Serotype (he WAS on duty, after all) and half on all the other visitors. He took it all in and just let it wash over him, bits and pieces of reactions, emotions, observations falling into neat files in the back of his processor, for analyzing later.
There was a working half processor part for figuring out what Velocity could do to help around the base. However right now Rhinox needed Ratchet’s time.
It seemed Rhinox had not missed the humor Ratchet had. That was good as then the mech would be more relaxed, for now before Ratchet found out what all was wrong with Rhinox. Coming over and half hearing the thanks Ratchet looked at Rhinox “You are welcome but for what?” Waiting for the answer Ratchet got the scan ready.
Once the scan was down however the lecture started. “How many times did you try and repair yourself? You should have seen a medic before now. I should have done a better scan before this as well. So much going on I am losing my processor.” The lecture went on and on as Ratchet seemed to do most times.
((if I need to change anything just let me know ^^))
Vel shook her head and favored Serotype once again with a small smile. “No, considering your position and what has recently happened I do not think anything beyond what you are already receiving is a good idea, no energon gummies for now. Though I will of course leave that decision to Ratchet, he is the expert in these things.” Slowly the black and red femme stroked her claws down Type's arm while she talked to her. Trying to add a modicum of comfort and to let her know that at least there was someone there who she could talk to, if not outright trust. Trust was something that took time to cultivate usually, but there were those rare instances when it just happened out of the blue.
She had decided to just gloss over the talk about missing someone. The pain she felt from losing the twins was tantamount to screaming in agony for eternity. The fact that she could hide it so well gave away just how flawless her certain skill really was. Never show your hand in politics, keep it all to yourself, forever. Smile and nod and move on with your day like everything was perfect.
Though her optics were on Type she was actively listening to everyone and everything around her. Another thing she had learned was to hear everything separately in a full room, you never knew what you could use and when. This was a sneaky and underhanded tactic but she only used to to know others better, for now. What she used to use it for was exactly what anyone would figure. Type would see Vel roll her optics the moment Ratchet started in on his rant. Quietly she spoke to the other femme only. “There he goes again. He tried that on me, it doesn't work.” Taps her own helm with one sharp red claw. “I'm possibly more stubborn than even he is!”
"If you can out-stubborn him, that is certainly more than a little stubborn. That's unbridled determination," said Serotype.
Velocity did come across to Serotype as someone she could trust. They fought along side each other and watched each other's backs. That alone was worth something. And then there was this moment now. Almost no one prior to this point wouldn't have visited her in this way. This was something different for sure.
Serotype wiggled and twisted her wrist within the cuff flipping palm upward in a receptive trusting gesture.
Slag, but the medic could get a good rant going. Rhinox just sat and watched him go, a little in awe. Ratchet had Cranky down to an art, and Rhinox was sure that he could go for hours like this without once repeating himself. He wondered what Ratchet was like when something really torqued him off.
"I haven't seen another mechanism since the Axalon disaster," he muttered defensively, not really expecting to be heard. "Until I came here. There was no medic, so I had to do the best I could."
He glanced at Jazz, wondering if the other Autobot could answer the question is he always like this?
It was a wonder to many Ratchet heard during his lectures. But he did and what Rhinox told him had him raising his vocalizer a little. “How long ago?! Axalon. Well you are due for more than a change of your circuit. You need some welding, as well as a few lines changed out, also the shocks need to be replaced. And that is just to start! While I am working on the wiring I will change out your old for a two one. I will also change a few other older ones while I am at it.”
Ratchet had been working as he ‘talked’. Getting new replacement parts and the wires and lines Rhinox would need. Once Ratchet had all the parts he knew he would need he began with the welding to make sure it would need no more Ratchet used his “alt-hand” for that. It was easy enough to do.
Jazz caught Rhinox's look out of the corner of his visor. Ratchet he already knew (and the medic wasn't one to change, even after hundreds of vorn.) Rhinox was almost refreshing in how uncomplicatedly KIND he was.
Jazz tilted his head toward Rhinox as Ratchet went off on how much work Rhinox needed, laying out a plan of attack involving Rhinox's internals. Jazz hoped that the big mech hadn't had anything important on his to-do list this rotation. Jazz's wry grin said yeah, he's always like that. Get used to it.
He caught Serotype's wiggle and eyed the set-up. The cuffs they had on her were awfully restricting, practically welding her to the berth. It was probably all they had, rather than an indication that she was so skilled that even enough slack to turn her hand over was dangerous. It was kind of overkill.
He started running through his subspace inventory...ah, there. He did have something just as good but with a bit more give. He sent an unobtrusive comm request to Ratchet with the specs. ::She's kinda uncomfortable, docbot. Would this be all right?::
In the middle of Ratchet’s explanation over what Rhinox needed done there was a comm. from Jazz. It seemed Jazz was still ready for anything. Ratchet comm. back ::Go ahead. We used the best we had for the situation. Which was in short was not the best.::
Ratchet was relived in some ways Jazz had a better way. The new device would work much better and let her relax more. Thereby letting herself repair system work fast and easier.
Jazz flashed a quick acknowledgment/thanks to Ratchet and hopped down off the crates. "Pardon me, ladies, but I've got an idea that might make you more comfortable, Serotype."
Jazz rummaged around in his subspace until he pulled out a pair of restraints. Unlike the ones that were currently locking Serotype to the berth, they were more shackles than binders, with tempered Cybertronium chain between the two cuffs. They were meant to restrain smaller mechs like himself or like Serotype. They'd utterly failed to restrain him (thus how they'd ended up in his subspace), but that was because he was a multikit of lockpicking genius. He rather doubted that Serotype was the same. As it was, the new cuffs were just as secure as the ones she was wearing, just with a bit more give so she could lift her hands some off the berth.
Jazz dangled the cuffs from one finger, gesturing with another to her bound hand. "How about switching these out for those? Can't take 'em off completely, but...might be a bit easier to sit around in?"