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.
Blades had a lot of things that he needed to process. His mind was racing, trying to take in all of the information that he had just been given... and what it meant for him. Though the idea of having a proper bed again was an appealing one.
As Miko made her exit, he would give the girl a small wave, before redirecting his attention back to his fellow Cybertronians and addressing Bee. "Sure. I'm uh, not really picky about what room I get." Location wasn't really a concern, and he had a feeling that all of them were more or less the same inside.
The sound of a transformation in progress caught his attention, and the helicopter mech's optics traveled downward until they landed on Unit 74, now in his alternate mode.
...A floor scrubber? He supposed it made sense. Somehow, the minicon managed to be just adorable as a cleaning appliance as he was in his standard form. How was that possible? He wasn't sure. But he was.
"Lead the way?" He smiled softly at Bumblebee as he made the request, taking a few steps forward while conscious of the position of his feet as not to put their little buddy in danger.
Post by Bumblebee on Sept 14, 2023 22:29:01 GMT -5
In lieu of a smile - Bumblebee’s wings would flutter at Unit 74’s comment. He found himself relieved that these two were so… easy to deal with. It was late, they must be exhausted after making their way to this planet and trying to remain hidden and survive on their own, yet even in this moment of downtime where they could let their guards drop some, they were both so polite.
Not that they had many bad eggs here at Omega One, but for some reason, he was expecting them to be a little cranky - though he wasn’t sure why. Maybe because upon his own arrival, he’d been a little flustered and short with those around him. They’d stopped at many planets while being chased relentlessly by the Decepticons, and they had all been exhausted. Earth was just another one of these planets, meant to be temporary. Meant to give them a moment of relief before they moved on once more, only the Ark had been hit and… well, they’d had no choice in staying. Instead of trying to fix what they could of the ship itself to flee? It’d been salvaged and used to help reinforce their current location, including the dampening technology that kept them safe.
Which turned out to be probably the best decision they could’ve made. He loved this planet now, and the people that lived on it. Well, most of them, anyway!
Bobbing his helm at Unit 74, and then Blades in turn, he would quickly turn to type something quickly on the Control Panel. While he didn’t expect to be gone for very long, leaving the control room unmanned was a bit of a no-no, so he was quick to redirect any incoming messages to his personal comm for the time being so he could at least communicate with anyone in need.
”-I'm uh, not really picky about what room I get."
--Probably a good thing!-- he beepily laughed. --They’re all uh, pretty much the same. There are some bigger rooms but those are for those of us with bigger altmodes and frames - like wings and stuff.--
There was probably nothing against either one of them picking a bigger room, though it did mean that down the track if someone needed it, they may be asked to relocate.
--Okay! This way. It’s not too far down, then we can get you guys settled in for the night.--
With the Control Panel on standby, he would nod again - before swiveling on a heel and making his way down the corridor that Miko had vanished down only moments ago.
With the big Mecha on the move, Unit 74 followed dutifully behind. Despite their wide strides, the Minicon kept pace, rolling along as they made their way through the halls. It was probably a good thing that they weren’t in a great hurry. While he wasn’t being left behind, the scrubber's speed seemed to cap out at the casual stroll of the average ground model in root. Whether mecha of his size were able to move faster or not, it would hardly be appropriate for a scrubber to go racing through The Master's home.
Seventy-four was curious about their surroundings, but stayed on track. That didn’t mean he couldn’t pay attention, noticing halls, and doors, mapping out what he could see in his mind. If he was going to clean, he would need to be able to plan out the best way. Besides, this was their base now, their home. Everyone should know home.
Keeping silent for the journey, he listened to what conversation between Bumblebee and Blades that might take place along the way. If nothing was said, their steady pedefalls felt through his wheels was as reassuring as the sounds of heavy metal against the concrete. it was nice just hearing them, of being not alone. He would never complain about his hiding place, it was a good place to be, but it had been quiet, empty. No, not empty, there had been things, like cleaning units, but... they were machines. The feelings surfaced at the memory rose up strong, a brief flit of alarm. It made his processor hurt, recharge, that's what it told him. He needed recharge, everything was fine. He was told to hide, he'd done what he was supposed to. Why wouldn't he be happy?
Once they arrived where the personal quarters were found, he transformed, returning to root to get a better look. Seventy-four Bounced lightly, openly taking it all in, as he had in the control room. It wouldn’t be long before a few steps were followed by hops as he eyed the doors. How many had more Autobots behind them? Which one would Blades be behind? Would Bumblebee be close? Further down the hall, he stretched to his full height. That the handles to the doors were beyond his reach didn't upset him, it felt familiar, right. Cybertron was the same, being with Caliber, Spokes, any of his friends, everything was always high above him.
Turning back around, the Minicon lowered himself to rest on his full pede. Looking up to the big mecha, he waited to see where Blades would go, claws tips starting to tap against each other lightly. Words he'd heard before were just becoming important, where he hadn't thought about how they would affect him when Bumblebee had first said them.
"This unit... will have his own room?" his voice squeaked up, once there was a break in any potential conversation Blades and Bumblebee were having, trying to be polite and not get in the way. Confused the Minicon tried to reconcile that, of course he should not have his own room, he wasn't important mecha. Anxiety that he might be doing something wrong, brought with it a moment of clarity. "He will be alone?"
Seventy Four’s question, and the apprehensive tone in which it was delivered, was almost spark-breaking.
He seemed hesitant about being on his own. Though, after some thought…Blades had an idea as to why. When he’d still been working at the Rescue Headquarters, many of the service minicons he’d seen in both the medical wing and the other units had come in sets. They were built together, and from what he understood, were very closely linked to one another. A good number of them were likely not intended to function independently. Perhaps, the absence of the little mech’s “brothers” had bred some form of separation anxiety within him. Although Blades certainly missed his own siblings, he was not physically interconnected to them in the same way the minicon was with his own, so…he could only imagine how hard it must be for him to be without his companions. Being stuck in a closet in the hospital without any others of his kind, small or big, around him for a decent amount of time had also likely not helped matters.
“Ah, yeah, you’ll get your own room! But don’t worry little guy, you can come over to visit whenever you want. Maybe we could even be neighbors?” Upon saying this, The copter bot would gesture to two vacant rooms that were beside one another.
“I’m sure Bumblebee would let you visit him, too?” Blades blushed a little after saying this, in embarrassment, realizing he probably shouldn’t have made that claim on the other mech’s behalf….though, Bee seemed like a pretty friendly guy, and he didn’t think he’d be too upset about an occasional visit from their little buddy. Hopefully.
Bumblebee wouldn’t move too quickly down the corridor - just on the off chance they happened to run into Miko again. She’d probably already made her way to wherever Bulkhead was, but still, he knew the tiny human tended to forget about the catwalk rule and the last thing he wanted was to spook her or have her get underfoot somehow.
There wasn’t a whole lot to look at in the corridor itself, some smaller doors were on one side of the wall that indicated rooms only to be used by humans. Locker rooms for Nathan or Fowler to store their gear should they need to, and there was probably an armory somewhere too - not that he had ever looked. Bumblebee couldn’t get into these rooms even if he wanted to, and so had no real reason to point them out. The doors were kept shut and locked, anyway, so it wasn’t as if he could show them off.
Turning down a hallway, it was then that some bigger doors that were more suited for Cybertronians would come into view, with a small keypad outside each one. Not only did they have the space to currently afford every Autobot their own room, but they also had access to privacy. Even though he trusted everyone here at base not to go into his quarters and mess everything up or steal, it was nice having an area to escape to that was just his, and could only assume others would appreciate having an area of their own.
Easing into a stop in the middle of this corridor, he would turn at the sound of transformation, bobbing his helm at Unit 74.
At the question, he’d chirp - though Blades spoke before he did, and he’d nod again, showing he agreed.
--Yeah! Blades is right - everyone gets their own room.-- Well, except Thundercloud and Carbine, but they had broken down a wall to expand two rooms into one, so that probably didn’t really count. --Having your own space is good, I think. The keypad can be programmed with a four digit code, just so you can lock the door. Keep the number safe!--
He turned again, pointing at a room about five doors down.
--That room there is mine! And yeah! You guys can visit whenever you want!-- Blades absolutely wasn’t wrong there at all. --As for you guys being neighbors, uuuh…--
A beepy hum left him, and he’d count the doors again - almost as if mulling something over, his other servo easing to scratch at his helm.
--I am pretty sure these two right here aren’t occupied right now, they’re both pretty much the same size room, so you can take them if you want!-- they did have some bigger rooms for folks like Optimus or some of their fliers, simply because they needed more space, but even with the majority of the rooms being somewhat small, they still had ample room to move around.
Moving forward to one of the two rooms, he would slide the door open, standing to one side so the two mechs could inspect should they wish. The rooms were pretty standard, though kinda bare… furnished with a simple berth and a small table, and not a whole lot else.
--They aren’t much, but you can decorate them and stuff if you want to…--
Blades and Bumblebee both made it sound like having his own room would be a good thing. Seventy-four could see the appeal of having a place that was his, but it felt off.
If the room was ours, it would be better... but this unit is alone. He should not have the space to himself.
That was true, cleaning units weren't supposed to take up much space, even when there were many of them, and yet there was more to it than the old rules.
Our friends are trying to help him feel togetherness. They want him to be happy. He shouldn't let them worry.
Rising back up to his standard height, the small mech’s attention followed Bumblebee’s counting. In the 'map' he was making of their home, he placed that door with special care, to be sure he remembered which one was his. With Blades as his neighbor (and Bumblebee wasn't that far away either), he would be alright.
“Seventy-four would like to visit his friends. He'll be sure they aren't alone. ” His legs extended to their full height, until he was nearly shuffling on his pede ends. Assigning himself this important task, Seventy-four easily put aside his concerns. He was a small mecha, not able to do much, so it was important that he did what he could for his bigger friends.
“If Blades and Bumblebee will be close, He is happy to be anywhere.“ The best way to show this was to go into one, surely. Carefully crossing the threshold, he had no trouble ‘slipping’ past. After all, any standard sized doorway was large enough to grant several of his model access.
Skirting the walls to leave room for them, in case they wanted to come in too, his gaze followed the walls, where they met the ceilings. As significant of a difference that one of the ‘larger’ rooms would have made for a mech like Bumblebee, the ‘smaller quarters’ were far larger to the Minicon. Not quite half as tall as a two wheeler, (and they weren't exactly the standard), the top of the berth was above his helm, even extended to his maximum height.
Turning back to the pair, if he was going to ask something, the cleaning unit didn’t get it out, before the blue of his optics dimmed subtly. Yes, it was time for recharge. That had been his goal when he’d been heading back to the medic building to his hiding spot.
“... This unit… will recharge here?.” So long as they didn’t mind. If everyone seemed okay with it, the small mech would go to the berth, after a thought he would lower till he could spring up. Catching the edge of the berth he would clamber up the rest of the way, pedes sticking to the surface to help with traction. Tomorrow, he would get to clean again... Tomorrow would be a good day.