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.
Warp had never been the ‘subtle’ kind of flier, so he missed TC’s first signal to let him go. Instead he figured he should let go a few moments after, and in true Warp fashion- hung on for longer still. He squeezed one last time and then pulled back only when he was good and ready to, hands lingering over his trine-brother’s shoulders.
“Doc? Frag that. Get me to the MESS. I am STARVIN’ here, Cracker. Really. Jeez.” He let go of TC’s shoulders with a huff and a roll of the optics, but not before he patted him on the back- hard, wings flicking up primly. He turned to Starscream then, pinning him with a narrow-opticed stare.
“Hmmmmm. HMMMMMM.” He pointed at Star with another huff of the vents. “When did you last refuel, dearest pain in afttrrrriinnnemate of mine?”
Stuff to do, being busy? Running the entire army? Who cared. Not Skywarp. If his bro hadn’t refueled he needed to, and that was that. He blatantly ignored or simply didn’t hear the second half of what his brother in blue had said.
Post by Starscream on Nov 16, 2022 14:50:29 GMT -5
Now in the relative safety away from the crushing - but oh so loving - hugs from Skywarp, Starscream would quietly slink back to his desk. He did not sit down, simply leaning back against the metal slab, one servo resting against it as he watched the pair.
Neither of them had really changed much at all. Well, no - they probably had, it was unrealistic to think they hadn’t - however in this moment, it was as if everything was pretty much the same.
Ah, if only it could last.
Thundercracker’s suggestion was met with a gentle frown, even if what he said was technically correct. A visit to the medic was probably wise indeed, given the length of time he’d been without even the most routine checkup, and… well, there were plenty of things for him to be doing instead of playing catchup.
However, he wouldn’t voice these concerns out loud. It wasn’t as if Skywarp would listen anyway, and even despite the sort of awkward tension between himself and Thundercracker? He was enjoying this moment.
The faintest of smirks twitched at his lip as Skywarp eventually pulled away from the hug, only to give Thundercracker a pat that was probably a little too hard.
The smirk would fade in an instant, though, as the other Seeker then turned to look at him. He expected him to blip out of existence for a flicker of a moment, appearing next to him in an another attempt at a hug, and so was caught off guard by the question.
“What? I ah…”
The fact he couldn’t recall immediately was probably not a good sign. He wasn’t starving himself, though he certainly went without rations more often than he’d like to admit - simply too focused on his work.
“Yesterday, I believe.” His own optics would narrow juuuust slightly then. “Why?”
Post by Thundercracker on Nov 20, 2022 17:38:49 GMT -5
He knew his attempt to get Warp to the medic would be met with some resistance, but he was surprised that Starsream didn’t jump on the suggestion. So either Starscream was really enjoying the moment, or he was just trying to make life difficult for Thundercracker. And as much as he wanted to believe the more negative version, Thundercracker couldn’t help but be optimistic.
Maybe Starscream wasn’t as bad as he had thought...after all, this seemed to be the first time Starscream had genuinely smiled in centuries...
That thought was then rudely interrupted by Skywarp slapping him on the back. Hard.
It took a few moments for Thundercracker to mentally reboot after the blow, blinking his optics slightly as he recalibrated. In that time, Skywarp had begun to whine about going to the medic, as he was usually wont to.
“Warp, you know we need to get you checked out. Who knows what sort of damage you could have inadvertently done to your chassis during your jaunt. Health check first, then fuel...”
He trailed off on hearing Starscream’s comment.
“Primus be damned...am I the only one here capable of taking care of their own health? How did you two survive while I was gone?”
As soon as he said it he froze, frowning slightly. Right...
“TSK TSK Screamer- TC’s right, at least I got an excuse. I ain’t supposed to be the smart one, here.” He scoffed, blatantly ignoring Thundercracker’s attempt at mature responsibility in favour of terrorizing his trinemate/wing commander some more. As for the rest of what he said- he ignored that too. If his blue brother wanted to know, really, well. It was too late for that. Obviously he didn’t remember, right. Too busy kicking Autobot aft and pulling pranks to notice the time flying.
As usual, he coasted right above whatever little existential crisis TC was in the midst of having, and reached out to nab Starscream under his arm, as if he were about to wrap his knuckles on that dainty lil helm of his in another nuggy. Instead, if he’d succeeded in his faster-than-it-had-any-right-to-be strike, he’d turn to the last remaining member of their family and huff.
“C’mon, I have enough juice in me to throw us all at the Mess like yee-holdin’-days. It won’t be pretty but it’ll be fun,” and then, Skywarp grinned. One of his classic, devilishly menacing smirks, that spoke of nothing but mischief and mayhem, and had been the last thing many a poor spark had seen on the battlefield before being snuffed from this eternal suspension coil like so many others. To his brothers, however? It just meant trouble. “C’monnnnn,” he whined, wings flicking up in anticipation. “Just this once. To celebrate.”
Post by Starscream on Dec 16, 2022 20:20:50 GMT -5
“For once, I agree with Thundercracker.”
He smirked, muttering his opinion after a moment. While he wouldn’t outwardly nag Skywarp into going to see Knock Out or Flatline - as TC already had that more than handled and could absolutely be the bad guy here - he would back Thundercracker up on this.
“However, for the record-” he squawked, looking at Thundercracker and then Skywarp in turn. “Missing one day of fuel isn’t worth judging me over! I’m fine!”
He knew it was because they probably knew that it hadn’t been just one. In his defense, this time it had been - however he did seem to lose track of time, with multiple days passing sometimes before he took a moment for himself and such a basic need.
Well, that and the occasional recharge.
Keeping his attention on Skywarp, he would tsk quietly at the suggestion. The grin that followed the other Seeker’s words, however, meant that they probably didn’t have a choice in the matter regardless. Rank be damned when it came to the other mech, at times - and it was only Skywarp that could get away with such a thing to begin with.
“Fine.” it didn’t take much for him to relent, though he’d hold up a servo, one clawed digit held upward as if to enforce his next words.
“Just this once. Then you have to go and see a Medic - I don't care which.”
He wasn’t sure the other Seeker could even manage one more jump, especially with the two of them with him - however, he would trust him at his word.
A mistake, probably, though in Skywarp’s defense, at least they weren’t going very far.
Post by Thundercracker on Dec 19, 2022 17:48:56 GMT -5
Wait...what did Starscream just say?
Thundercracker pulled himself out of his existential crisis only to be hit with a completely new one. Unless his audio receptors had just failed him...Starscream had agreed with him on something...and it wasn’t of immediate benefit to Starscream. But that didn’t mean he was going to let the silver seeker completely off the hook.
“It starts with just missing one day of refueling. Then you think you can go longer, so you start missing more refuel times, and before you know it you're thinking slower, reacting slower, and seeing things.” Thundercracker smirked at Starscream, though there was a touch of saddened experience in his gaze as he said it. There were times where Thundercracker had to go without for a period of time, and it wasn’t an experience he wanted to repeat again...
Hearing Skywarp talk about one more jump brought up the maternal instinct in Thundercracker again, causing him to shake his helm.
“Warp, as fun as it is to hurtle through space and time with both you and Screamer, I think it might be best if we just walked to the mess hall this time. Gives us more time to catch up and talk about the good old days...”
Skywarp made a very undignified pfffftt noise, wings swinging back and forth as if he were waving off their concerns (he was, absolutely). He already had Starscream under his arm and he hadn't moved- so that left Thundercracker. He wouldn't say that TC was the usual party-pooper, Scream and TC had about equal rights to the title on any average, given cycle. Really, it depended on what he was doing more than anything- he should know, he'd done experiments!
But, anyhow- in this specific instance, Scream had given Skywarp the ultimate trump card against their blue-framed strut-in-the-slag of a brother.
Permission.
"C'mon TC- ya gotta have more faith in me. Star does! He's already given us the go ahead, so unless ya wanna walk all alone, cash in yer one-way ticket tah Cube-ville here-" Warp held out a servo, palm up and waiting in the space between himself and TC for the latter to reach out and take it. After a moment he'd flex his digits, nodding his chin towards it in insistance. TC wasn't gonna win this one- and Warp hoped he wasn't going to actually make him take Star alone. He was already warming-up his warp drive for spark's sake! He knew the dimensions and weights of his trinemates like the back of his own servo, after all, this was as easy.
"Y'know I'm pretty good with this stuff, I wouldn't offer to take y'all unless I knew you'd get there 100% still-together, hands, pedes, wings and heads all in the right places. Guaranteed!" He pitched his voice like he was some street-vendor selling sketch, was-it-recycled-or-not-take-the-chance energon goodies, grinning his most charming grin all the while. He dropped the tone almost immediately with a shrug of the helm, optics sparkling. "Plus, Star needs two sets a' optics on 'em to make sure he drinks something that ain't high grade to drown his new rank in- sooooooo."
Another insistant gesture, wings hiking up in anticipation.
(And, of course, he left out any kind of comment about the Medics. Once fueled, he could check out and give them the classic slip of the Warp- gone in two flicks of a seeker's wings and a flash of purple).
Primus, Thundercracker was such a nag at times - though it was in moments like this where it really did feel like things had never changed. Deep down, a part of him missed those days, and while they would probably never get back to that sense of normalcy with the gentle bickering and teasing, at least they were all here at Blackridge. He hadn’t quite realized how much he’d actually missed the both of them until now, and he found himself smiling as Thundercracker lectured him about Energon.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” still smiling, his tone implied that he would probably do anything but. He often went days without recharge and refueling - too focused on his work, too focused on literally anything else - and he wasn’t about to stop now.
Ah, but it seemed the nagging didn’t just stop there, and there was a gentle rolling of optics as Skywarp was then lectured - although not quite as bad. While Thundercracker did have a point in that walking to the mess hall could’ve given them the chance for some conversation, there was that… sort of fear that things would turn south once they did begin speaking once this initial nostalgia had worn off. This way, Skywarp could zwoop them there in an instant (all going well, anyway) and they’d have the Energon cubes to distract themselves with should they need to avoid awkward discussions.
Listening to Skywarp’s sales pitch, he would scoff, shaking his helm and chuckling.
“Just trust him, Thundercracker. After all, I am.”
If only because he knew they absolutely did not have a choice in the matter.
“As for that last part…” he added “...should there be high grade in the mess room-” which there almost certainly was not “-it should be saved for Thundercracker, Primus knows he needs to loosen up a little bit.” he smirked.
Post by Thundercracker on Feb 5, 2023 19:23:34 GMT -5
“I have faith in you! I just remember when you got stuck in that wall. Twice.” Thundercracker retorted despite the smile coming to his face as he said it.
Trust? Coming from Starscream? Thundercracker was going to say something about how Starscream wouldn’t know trust if it hit him in the faceplate before he dropped it in an instant. Despite the issues between them, Thundercracker knew in his spark that Starscream meant what he said. It just...took a while to get used to seeing the silver seeker smile warmly again.
But he wasn’t going to let his brother off the hook easily. This was Starscream after all.
“I need to loosen up? Look who’s talking.”
With a show of dramatics, Thundercracker reached out and took Skywarp’s servo.
“Alright, but if we go into a wall I’m taking both of your energon rations for a week.” He said looking at both Starscream and Skywarp, an obvious grin on his face to show them both that he was just kidding.
Here goes nothing...
Last Edit: Feb 5, 2023 19:24:08 GMT -5 by Thundercracker