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.
Ratchet nodded and thought as he sat hearing Velocity talk. It was sad she was one who had been close and lost so much when dealing with Megatron. But when it came to the end she did go with the Autobots. At least she had not become a neutral. Ratchet had no idea how one could do that but it seemed it had been a popular choice. Velocity had joined a team and gone with them. The fact she was a font-liner was all the more impressive. Ratchet let his EMF tell of his impressive that Velocity had been a font-fighter.
When Velocity shifted to talking of her old team and who was in it Ratchet could tell Velocity’s EMF shifted and changed. It seemed there was a new damaged part to fix here. Ratchet let himself try to scan his files and those he had access to find her old unit but as Velocity talked Ratchet learned what he needed. The twins. There was a flare of pain hidden. Those two had been a dent in his side for far too long but to lose them? That was the worst even if he no longer had to fix and send them back out. Still he only said “Their reputation was well earned. I can imagine. It seems once is enough for most to try and talk with them. After meetings the twins are given a wide area for themselves.”
Feeling the fact that he was impressed was nice. If she could wear it like the humans did blankets she just might. It had been a long time since anyone acknowledged the things she had done and still did. Greedy and selfish though it may seem everyone liked a little bit of recognition now and then, she was no different. Velocity just sat there a moment, not really talking but enjoying the feeling before she brushed her field up against Ratchet's gently. Nothing flirtatious or pushy, just a comforting and friendly gesture. She didn't really do that with anyone, unless she was trying to shove it down their throat and overwhelm them anyway. It worked wonders like that.
“Oh yes they were something special. You know, I was somewhat fascinated with them, because of the arena.” That was why she had approached them at all, because of the recognition. “I didn't have the type of common sense. No really it was because I have a special talent for reading others. Spend as much time in politics as I did and you get damned good at that. I could see there was so much more to them, so I wouldn't leave them be. Even when Sunny threatened me and Sides said I was crazy to keep this up.” Easily she fell into the nicknames and a small smile graced her mouth. These were the good times she was talking about now.
“I take it you knew them? If so you know exactly what I mean. I was persistent and eventually made friends with Sides. We got along rather well once he let me in some. It was Sunny that was difficult and the way I earned his respect really was one that went down in infamy.” Her field pulsed and thrummed with remembered happiness and an odd sense of contentment.
“I was in a foul mood, people kept screwing up the schedule and using things without logging it. Sunny did something wrong, I couldn't even tell you what it was now. So I was going to confront him. Everyone figured I was suicidal, had a death wish. I ignored them and went hunting for the great yellow beast.” Vel grinned big while talking. “I found him, his brother nearby, and let him have it. I got in his face, gesturing and pointing with my claws and heated words. There was a crowd by then, watching, waiting. You know what that cheeky brat did? He laughed. He actually laughed at me. Apparently having the bearings to get in his face was impressive. Starting that day the three of us were rather inseparable really. We did so much together and I grew to love them you know.”
Letting the calm relax Velocity was as easy for Ratchet as just sitting. He felt the EMF shortly after. It was friendly and let Ratchet know Velocity was feeling better about the situation. Ratchet was pleased to know Velocity might stay after all, if she would help Ratchet was sure Velocity could be of great benefit with her knowledge.
It was good for Ratchet to know the twins had a person to help them. No matter what Ratchet had a hard time finding mechs that could deal with them. They had such a wild way to them and a shady moral code. Once a mech got to half know them however it was clean they where a benefit to the Autobot cause and would help.
Ratchet nodded. “I knew them both. I fixed them both more times than I would ever care to count.” There was a smile on his faceplate. “Yes that would get to Sunstreaker. Nothing like yelling at him to get him to work with you.” There was a half tried look at that. Sunstreaker did what he wanted and when, little would change is processor. “It is good to know they had someone else to talk to and help them.”
She turned a moment to fix the medic with her optics. Her field suddenly blank. There were some things she wondered if she should tell him, they may not be necessary but then again they were important parts to who she was. After studying him for a moment she nodded once and snuggled back against him comfortable once again. “I was always there. I stood up for them, fought for them. The three of us were something special. They were the first bots I ever grew that close to and I had no idea how much that would hurt when our Commanding Officer pulled his stunt.”
Velocity had to stop then, the emotions flooding her so strong that she started to shake without even meaning to. Noticing it she pulled away from Ratchet and wrapped her arms around herself. Venting slowly to calm her self as much as she could her words came. A flood of them to explain everything that happened on the moon so long ago. The fun and boring time, the skirmishes, the big time fight, the damage she received, and the final betrayal of their C.O. By the time she was finished, and she made sure to describe everything in excruciating detail, everything about her felt raw and ragged. This was the great big hole inside of her, the darkness, the inability to cope around everyone. She had lost the only ones she cared about, ones who meant more to her than the simple description of family.
“It wasn't long after that before something happened to me as well. An explosion, I was tossed aside and left for dead, only I wasn't. Some kind bots fixed me up and sent me on my way. I wandered in space for so long I lost track of time. Until I felt the beacon, the call of the Prime. That I began to follow. Though during all that time in space I was able to analyze my entire life, and all my feelings.” Another slow but this time sharp ex-vent before she continued on. “I knew then, after awhile and after admitting to myself, that I had fallen in love you see. Not like it had been with Nitro, that was a sham compared to this. I love the brothers, the twins, but in different ways. They never knew, because I never knew. Even so I don't know if I would have said anything.”
She quieted again but not for too long. “Sideswipe was like a brother to me really, but more. I adored him and loved being in his company, playing pranks with him and just tangling up together and relaxing. We had such an odd but good relationship. Sunstreaker was another thing entirely, I didn't even want to like him considering he was somewhat like the other one I had cared for. Seems fate didn't give a damn what I wanted and I fell for him, hard. I was, and who am I kidding still am, in love with that egotistical mech. May they both rest in peace. I would have done anything for them. If it wasn't for Jettison I would have died with them, better than being alive without them.”
Last Edit: Feb 17, 2012 0:30:23 GMT -5 by velocity
When Velocity went blank Ratchet wondered what had happen. The talk had been going well, but then some ‘Bots were so had to figure. After a moment however Ratchet understood what had happen. Velocity had been deciding if she would tell of a major glitch file in her processor. One that would never go away could only have firewalls build around it over time. Bluestreak would have to do much the same now because of Ray.
As Velocity began to talk Ratchet soon knew he would hearing of the time Sideswipe and Sunstreaker had been off-lined. It was painful to hear and he could hear the pain in Velocity’s voice as well. It was more than a little disturbing to know the twins had been left for dead because the Commanding Officer no long had use for them. Ratchet would love to believe the two had died in a fast and wild way, just as they would like but it was a slim chance for that.
As Velocity continued to tell about her life Ratchet heard what he had guessed as he was hearing. Velocity had learned to love and lost it. This time it was someone she truly did love, two of them. That would be all the more painful. Ratchet understood Velocity’s mood program somewhat because while Ratchet had never been in love he did, as a medic, love all his patients. (From what Ratchet knew and had learned talking to other Medics, both in his class and lost in the field, all Medics had a love that was more than friendship but less than a spark-mate or such would be.) That was one reason he had was mean and short-tempered. He was close enough to each Autobot to feel the pain already. He did not need to become even closer.
Ratchet shook his helm. “I hate this war more every day. But you are on-line Velocity for a reason. With your help others will not lose loved ones. You did a wonderful job in the battle before. I know it is painful to keep working but that is all we can do. We fight to save what we believe in and fight for others so they may stay on-line and with loved ones and friends. Be glad you never told Sideswipe or Sunstreaker. I don’t see them taking the news well. Though given time they would come to see they loved you as much as you loved them.”
Her optics focused on the mech beside her. Ratchet spoke and she paid him the proper amount of attention even if she felt like she had bared lines just hanging out for all to view right now. It was such a raw and painful feeling that she swore it should have something physical to mirror it. The memories, so vivid she wanted to reach out and touch them. Each of their faces and though they were twins there was a uniqueness to them. The smiles for sure, one was crooked and the other was dangerous. A small smile came to her own faceplate as she thought of just how different they could be but then when it came down to it things were similar. This pain was worse than any physical damage she had ever endured.
“On-line for a reason you say. If I could find that reason I wouldn't be like this. It is not for lack of looking either.” Too much energy, too many pent up emotions. Her field flared wildly and she hopped up to begin pacing just so she had something else to focus on. “It's more than painful to keep going! I don't even know what I am doing anymore! I have lost everything Ratchet, all of it. I never had much before but my job but Primus damned I don't even have that now. Nor the Twins. I have nothing but the frame my spark occupies.” Velocity's voice got louder, thankfully she didn't have a high pitched tone at least. Her EMF full of anger, and despair that would nearly choke a normal bot to be near her.
Harsh laughter then and she rounded on the medic, not with violence toward him but oh she was losing control quickly. “I'll never have the chance to tell them now. They are gone. I looked up their files when I got here ages ago. Dead. No bodies to be found but in that mess I doubt there would have been. I don't see that as positively as you. I cannot believe they ever would have cared for me as I them, they had each other.” Such a deep sadness at that but it was soon hidden amongst the other painful emotions.
“I'm sorry, I am really losing myself here. Bringing all this up is hard, I've never spoken of it before, to anyone.” Vel finally settled herself next to Ratchet once more and leaned into him again, desperate now for some physical contact even if there was nothing behind it. “Now I just wonder...what is next? I have skills that no one else here does currently and I did them my entire life. I am a master of sorts with my particular skill set. I also used to be incredibly social now I don't want to be around groups. This damned war screwed up everything.” The last part came out in a huff, almost like a bratty sparkling would do. Velocity figured she was allowed a little bit of huffiness once in awhile, even if she was no longer all that young, she still wasn't old. “I am in so much pain right now, more than ever before. More than I would ever have allowed myself to feel.”
Ratchet saw the look on Velocity’s faceplates. It was welcome to learn she had good memories to look back on with the twins. It was known she had them but to see the moment she did remember. It was welcomed. When the mood shifted she got up. Ratchet was not surprised Velocity had a lot of coding and programs going. Hearing her words it was like seeing time stop. So many had the same thoughts, the war took so much and gave nothing. Only Megatron and Shockwave got anything from this war. And maybe Starscream. But they all were twisted.
As the anger Velocity felt at her situation built Ratchet stood up. He needed to move if she tried to damage herself. And oh if she did the lecture she would get.
“Velocity I know it is hard but because they had each other and did still let you be around it shows how much they did care for you.” Ratchet let his vents cycle. “This war takes and will keep taking. I hate it but it is true. We can only fight and hope the next generation will not know our pain and loss. We fight to remember and keep those we lose from being forgotten. Because that is what will happen if Megaton wins.”
Ratchet could understand Velocity’s feelings. The mood programs and the hard code played many a time in his system. Losing so many he tried to save, to fix, to just keep sane. As the war went on it became harder and harder. The job of being a medic in war was one he would never have like to know.
It was odd to think that someone else might be right lately besides herself. Call it a little one sided but it seemed the only one she had been able to count on was her. No one else was like that here, until perhaps now. When Ratchet spoke the things she had thought before but never given much hope to, out loud, it made a lot more sense. She had been so close to them, the Twins, and they had allowed her to be. Velocity knew what that meant but never thought about it before. Sure they may never have felt what she did but that wasn't the point. The point was they had to have felt something, cared a great deal, to let her in that far. So why did that only make her feel worse?
“That is if there will even be a next generation Ratchet. Our number is ridiculously small compared to what it used to be, either side really. I don't see any sparklings, or new frames at all. Who would want to bring something like that into something like this?” Gestures around her though meaning what is going on in general and not the med bay. “I don't even know why I fight anymore, or if what I am doing is called fighting.” A quick shake of her helm and Velocity dropped that line of thought like it was diseased.
Stands again, walks a little bit away and straightens her frame out. It was obvious what needed to be said, the touching emotionality of the moment, was gone. Just like that. Her optics were cool in their emotion as she regarded the medic from a different viewpoint than when she walked in here earlier. Velocity was once again how she had been hours before, unreachable. Emotionless and her field giving away nothing but a constant neutrality. She knew why it was happening, too much pain and damage that had been talked about.
She gave Ratchet a half bow. “Thank you for letting me speak to you. I have a lot to think about now. What to do with my life, what I want out of all of this. I don't even know. I do, however, feel better for being able to at least unburden myself from that pain.” A crack in the stony demeanor then, he got to see a small smile before it faded and things went back to the nothing.
There was for lack of a better word a blank look on Ratchet faceplate. It was painful to think that his race would die and all their knowledge would be gone forever. As if they had never been. So much that could be done, and shared and learned but if Megatron won that future would never be. It was a thought no transformer would like and as a medic Ratchet hated it more, he knew all that could come of sharing information. The look changed to one of determination and hope. “That is why I fight. I fight to let there be a new generation.”
The time Ratchet knew would come then came. The talk was for Velocity to let her processor and programs as well as others recover from the shock of information. At times all the files with the corrupt data of war information and pain come to be uploaded at once. And other times a hard situation let it come forward. It was a difficult run to deal with. As such time was needed, and sometimes talking, or just being alone, even a recharge would help. And for Velocity it had been talking, to hear what she knew but needed to hear out loud by another. Velocity closed back up. Becoming herself again, or who she showed to those here. Ratchet did not worry and was pleased the talk had helped Velocity. “You are welcome, Velocity.” The smile was the one of the kinds with on wall back up. Ratchet gave her back a look of his normal one.
"I hope for your sake then that there is a new generation, if at all possible. If that happens and I am still here I plan on helping to teach them. Someone needs to instill, or inact, discipline." Velocity began to walk out then but something stopped her. She looked over toward the thing Ratchet had been working on when she showed up before wandering back over to it and picking it up. Turning it around in her servos she finally, and very gently, set it back down. "Don't forget I offered to help you with this. The offer still stands, I don't take things away once I say them no matter what happens."
Her optics cleared a moment and he got another genuine smile out of her and she walked up to him this time and peered down with a tilt to her helm. "At least I know there is someone here I can talk to. You have no idea how much better that makes me feel." Before he could respond she leaned just a little down and kissed him. It was quick and nothing sensual but it was still a kiss. Grinning as she patted the medic on a shoulder and whispered in his audio. "You know, for an older mech you are quite attractive Ratchet."
Then she righted herself, gave him the cheekiest of smiles and sauntered on out of med bay, in a rather good mood, finally.
~Fin
Last Edit: Mar 1, 2012 22:32:42 GMT -5 by velocity