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 scanning Bumblebee again Ratchet backed up to give the yellow scout room looking over the results. Ratchet was happy to see all scans where normal and no warnings or side comments coming up. Bumblebee would have to stay on rest for a while but a few days on berth-rest would do Bumblebee good. He should be able to get a few relaxing and calm days.
“That would be an excellent idea Bumblebee. It should get your processor back to normal processing. While the virus is gone you have been though a lot.” Ratchet would do a final scan after and let the scout back to normal duty after it went well. Well not normal maybe light would be better. But there was no reason for Bumblebee to just sit around.
Hearing the sound waves of a large mech coming close Ratchet was happy to see League. Talking to him should help Bumblebee feel better and know all was ok.
Bluestreak smiled and kept hir hold on Bumblebee. Pleased to hear the all clear and that League wasn't holding a grudge over what had happened before. Ou didn't know the larger mech but he hadn't seemed like the type to do so.
"I promised to help you when you needed it Bee so of course I will. See no Harm no foul, you just need some down time and you'll be back to your usual, beat me at video games self"
Bee whirred gratefully at all three Bots, doorwings quirking up in a more hopeful configuration. ‘Thanks, League. I don’t… remember all of what happened, but I remember yelling/cussing/threatening you before I started losing cognition. I have pieces after that. I’m sorry for… being… crazy/mean/psychotic. I didn’t mean any of what I said.’ He looked up at the frontliner, optics glowing dimly with concern, EMF complicated with regret and embarrassment because he did recall with pretty good exactitude the things he’d been shouting that the miner… none of it very Autobot of him.
‘You should hang around and play some video games with Blue and me. Then I can whip you both!’ He beamed as he said this, obviously inviting contention, but in the back of his mind was that low-key hum of happiness that came with simply not being alone.
Last Edit: Feb 19, 2012 23:30:40 GMT -5 by bumblebee
Viruses could be pesky things, if not cured right away or if strong enough they could cause such damage to a bot's mind as to render them no longer the mech or femme they used to be. This had been the main worry on League's mind, as much as he grouched and complained about Bumblebee, Bluestreak or any other foolish young-bot, he would much rather get the slag kicked out of him weekly then see them hut so wrongfully. But against the struggle to keep his 'moody loner' bit all that league showed was just a hint of a smile as the sides of his face-plate relaxed on hearing the plucky scout challenge him to some games.
"Nah, gotta go on watch again. I was only stopping by to see if the 'Rusted Wonder' had you back to your smarmy self." The mech gave a soft vented sigh before shaking his head "And don't thank me. Instead get ready for our next energon patrol...gonna need a scout who can take a hit with me." it was about as close as he would ever come to saying he was worried or missed the little bot, but it more then ate up League's daily tolerance for 'polite words' or at least what he thought were considered polite.
It was good to hear Bumblebee acting normal. The ‘ all ok and all clear’ and understanding by League for Bumblebee was doing him much better than anything Ratchet could do. Also Bluestreak was helping by being hirself. The little bot knew how to cheer others up.
At League’s words Ratchet stopped all he was doing. Looking at the bot. “What?!?”
It was a little disappointing that League couldn't stay but ou understood. Besides he wasn't the most social of mechs so it was just good he'd come to check up on Bee.
And his nick name for Ratchet was priceless.
"Rusted Wonder?! I can't wait to tell Ironhide that one!"
‘Oh, League you… you might want to run,’ said Bumblebee, his optics very, very large. Ratchet’s rage face was something that you had to be around the mech a while to predict before wrenches were being thrown but from the looks of it things were about to get rather serious indeed. Despite that, Bee’s mood had improved in leaps and bounds; pushing his anxieties to the back of his mind about how – again – he had been compromised by the enemy. For now there was Bluestreak and Ratchet ready to beat people with hardware, and League, and the rest of his team.
League didn't even give Ratchet a glance, ignoring the older mech's bluff and bluster. "Feh. I run from no bot, he's just lucky I have duty and he's our only medic. We would be vulnerable if we had to wait for his recovery." And with that League turned his back on all three of them and began to lumber off.