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.
The most Serotype could do is roll herself on to her side and try to prop herself up on one elbow.
"Could have fooled me. Makes me wonder how any one here actually gets along with you, glitchwit! That would explain why I am subjected to you....!" Serotype paused midsentence.
She was well aware that she was still recovering. In the heat of the moment, she pushed herself too far than her own body could handle just yet. She felt lightheaded and dizzy before she flopped down on her side.
At that point the mech began to move, finally uncrossing his arms as he muttered several other rather rude subjects under his breath. Then League moved closer, carefully adjusting the femme on her table with a surprising gentleness, getting her sorted out before she hurt herself. Once he was sure she wouldn't go into stasis lock he moved back and grunted at her.
"I don't need to get along with any bot. This is a fragging war. You take orders and that's it."
With that he sat down on the table beside her, seeming to have cooled off a little. Perhaps at was being able to vent his anger or her burst of weakness reminded him that she was too damaged to be yelled at, but the hulking submarine had calmed down a tad.
"Now if you have half a sparkling's sense you'll lay there and heal. Rachet's a slagger, but he does good work."
League didn't know a whole lot about repairing another bot or even being able to tell how wounded one was But he was fairly sure becoming dizzy and having memories kick back into your processor was not a good sign. To his credit the miner didn't panic or shout for Ratchet right away, if the machines weren't screaming bloody murder then it couldn't be too bad. But he was fairly sure that keeping her alert and awake was a good idea.
"Of course the Rusted-Wonder is good. He's Ratchet for Primus' sake!"
He grunted as he leaned a bit closer, running a few scans over the femme, just to be sure he couldn't detect anything,. Not that he would really know what he was looking for, League was better at smashing bots, not fixing them.
"Feh. Arrested isn't much of a problem. You seemed to recover well enough to be the acid tongue glitch you are today."
"Wouldn't have.... been the.... first time.... I've been in a tough.... spot," said Serotype.
She couldn't tell for the life of her if she accidentally pulled out her IV line. That would have been bad. She would have checked it herself if she didn't feel so dizzy.
"Can you... check my... IV...? I need to... know if I pulled... it or not...." asked Serotype.
League opened his mouth to tell her he wouldn't know what to do even if the blasted thing was screwed up. That was until he noticed a small leak in the IV line heading to the femme's body, causing a small blue puddle of energon to form below the bed. After giving it a glance he realized that an IV wasn't all that different from the lines used to make his still. Quickly reaches into his subspace the mech pulled out a large roll of industrial strength tape, he used it for fixing up his still when it broke in some place or another. Quickly as he could he fastened the end of the IV to Sterotype once more and double taped it for good measure, just in case it tried to come loose again.
"There. Slagging whiner..."
The miner grumbled as he sat back down on the other bed, his optics focusing on the former Decepticon as he waited for her to perk up once more.
Apparently, she did accientally pull her line. Although, she would have been able to instruct League on how to fix it, he seemed to have done a decent job in MacGuyving a solution.
"You try... smuggling what you.... can from Cons....without them... noticing and hiding.... in the desert with... next to nothing. Given your.... body mass.... if would take you longer.... to reabsorb..... lost energon and recover.... from something like this...." said Serotype.
She gave herself some time to recover from that incident. When she felt most of the dizziness pass, she finally spoke up.
"Oh don't thank me. I'll most likely have to kill you later...Seeker-Spawn"
This threat didn't quite have the bite as the past ones League threw at the femme, though the mech seemed to relax his shoulder joints ever so slightly. It seemed that fighting with a badly wounded bot had lost a little of it's appeal to him, even if she was one of the few he was willing to chat with on the entire base. With a soft vented sigh he stored the tape, going back to his post of watching over the switched up Decepticon.