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.
Up and over the barrier and into the thick of it and Primus, there was NOTHING like it. Best thing ever, or had been, until the newest Best Thing Ever became going over the top and NOT getting shot at.
Or, you know - getting shot at in a complete and utter slagstorm of fire from every side and NONE OF IT HITTING.
BEST. DAY. EVER.
He got to see the first fragger's face, up close and personal, as the slag sucker fired off a blast point blank and it went right through Bulkhead, not even a tingle left behind. PRICELESS. Utterly fragging priceless, drop jawed and gape mouthed, optics fit to fall out of his helm, and then Bulkhead, with a whoop, landed several tons of wrecking ball swung on a lot more tons of kinetic force straight into the slagger's face and pitched him for distance.
Laughing with pure unadulterated newspark glee, Bulkhead spun and took out two more, left, right, plunging into the thick of laser fire like it was so much blank light rounds. Best day. Really, truly, honest, and Primus loved them.
Breakdown heard Bulkhead laughing and joined right in with him, one by one watching them fall by -- Primus, Breakdown could just use his fists, this was easy. Even the commander only took one shot from Bulkhead to stop him in his tracks from running away, and then Bulk even told Breakdown to go for it and take the killing blow.
"You're in a good mood," Breakdown teased him once the commander had a hole in his chest the size of Breakdown's arm.
"Course I am," Bulkhead said, bouncing and holding his arms out across the battlefield. "We won!"
"Yeah, we did," Breakdown said, grinning right back at him. Sure, he felt worn out, but it was a crazy fight, and they could run off dry tanks for ages when they had a win like this behind them. He'd be playing it in his head for a while, it was so great. "When you took out that one with the treads, who was tryin' to tackle you? Fragging headshot!" Breakdown slapped Bulkhead on the back in congrats, and then with huge exaggerated motions acted out Bulkhead's uppercut that had sent this Con's head flying across --
Speaking of flying.
Optics fixed on the sky, he reached out and tried to jarr Bulkhead to get his attention, and ended up just waving his arm around. Right, phase shifters. "Look at this," he tried instead, nodding upwards with his chin, "you think we can take a second wave?" About as big as the first, except made up of what looked like seekers? Probably not that tough.
No, they couldn't even REACH them, and even if he and Bulkhead couldn't take a hit, flyers meant bombs. <Knock Out, you ready to get out of here? They got air support.>
Knock Out ran a final scan over the knee and concluded that it was completely slagged but would likely hold the titan's weight until they got through the groundbridge. Possibly not much further, though. Good enough. Once they got onboard, they could haul him to the medbay on a trolley if they had to.
A shell exploded too close for comfort. Knock Out's medical protocols kept him from flinching, but it didn't keep him from putting urgency markers into his directional glyphs pointing out the groundbridge's position. He positioned himself as a crutch for Gasket's weight and aided the giant in rising to his feet. "All right, provide us some cover fire, and if you need to fall, do it AWAY from me, if you please."
Knock Out sent out on the unit channel, ::We're moving. Clear us a path to the 'bridge. I am NOT fixing anyone who gets in our way and ends up flattened.::
His frame creaked as he utilized his good leg to lift his massive weight to a standing position. Though a servo rested lightly on the shoulder of the medic he did not put nearly his full weight on him but used him for stability. He was afraid that if he fell he would not get back up again.
:Request:Direction/Indication:
Though the binary sounded labored, Gasket's choice to use it simply underscored the situation they were in as another, larger explosion rocked the platform on which they stood.
Slowly he lifted his bad leg, moving it forward before gingerly putting weight on it; it held. Under direction he moved despite it being even slower than he usually walked. Though he was certainly happy to get up and moving each step was slow, labored. As he stepped around the sound that had slowly begun to fill his audio receptors.
"No..."
<Knock Out, you ready to get out of here? They got air support.>
Gritting his dentals his optics angled skyward, his off wrist shifting into the second of his two autocannons. Unintentionally, however, the raised barrel struck the side of Knock Out's helm.
"My apologies, friend. If I know... their tactics, they will send in bombers and a shuttle frame to clean up the mess and finish off the stragglers."
His leg creaked as he took another step, his hobbling form shifting forward again.
"I suggest... that we do not linger."
"All right, provide us some cover fire, and if you need to fall, do it AWAY from me, if you please."
Silently nodding the old bot reactivated the gimble on his shoulder, the targeting reticle flickering to life across his optics, a number of red warning glyphs indicating damage to the mount. Despite this fact Gasket opened the energy conduit, the raw energon that sang through his system flowing into the massive capacitor of his cannon.
Groaning he took another step, then another until soon the two had moved away from his crash site and into the ruined structures. Lifting his off servo he lifted it, targeting any who would show themselves. Each confirmed enemy warranted several shots, driving them back into cover as the pair moved along. Gasket hoped that they could get to the Bridge before the shuttle frame showed itself.
"There!"
Yes indeed, ahead of them opened a single portal, massive and bright in the fading cybertronian light. Trying to increase his stride Gasket vented heavily, his damaged leg creaking louder as the distance closed ever so slowly.
Suddenly from over the top of the buildings loomed a shadow, a rounded hull and nose with glowing repulsor engines that let it hand in the air. Gritting his dentals harder he took another massive step. From the form, several smaller forms appeared, dropping with the cybertronian gravity or flying under their own power.
"Go. Go!"
Putting a servo on Knock Out's back he shoved the young bot forward and into the gaping maw of the bridge. Only several massive steps later several Decepticons hit the dirt, weapons firing. Several rounds impacted on Gasket as he paused on the verge of the bridge itself and looked up, his main servo moving to his shoulder to grasp the barrel of the rail gun. The barrel crackled with blue energy as a small round impacted on his lower chassis.
"Returning the... favor."
The weapon kicked, a beam of white lancing forth with a shockwave following around him soon after. The blast, while manually aimed, struck true and pierced directly fore of the rear-most repulsor. Nothing seemed to happen save the massive entry hole and the old bot nodded, turning to walk gently backward as each of his autocannons roared their challenge. Though most of the enemy got out of the line of fire his cannons injured another few as his frame was envelloped by the bridge. While he still moved slowly he turned and staggered up the portal, hoping that the cons would enjoy the fireworks.
"Cover me," Breakdown shouted, grabbing Bulkhead by the shoulder -- well, tried to, couldn't. Phase shifters, he reminded himself. Why was that still hard to remember? But Bulk still looked over and nodded, so Breakdown could be sure he heard. "Gonna cover them," Breakdown said, jerking his head in the direction of Knock Out and his patient -- though, damn, he could put a few down himself from the looks of it, and Breakdown knew Knock Out could too -- but they still had their backs turned, and were preoccupied getting out of here, and how many waves of fliers did they send out here, anyway and most importantly, why could neither of them aim for slag anymore?
Two in a row of Breakdown's missiles missed completely when he really didn't have the spares to waste, and even if it wasn't hitting him it was hard to do anything in the hailstorm of blasts that they couldn't stop.
"Your stabilizers off?" Breakdown stopped to ask, but just watching it he could tell it wasn't Bulk's stabilizers killing his aim, it was like he couldn't hold his arm out. Like it was too much. And Breakdown would've given him all the slag for that if he didn't feel the exact same way, like his arms and his head were too heavy to hold right way up, making it impossible to aim at the fliers and almost as hard just to focus on them.
"Hey, you feeling --" and that was all he got out before he got knocked right onto his aft by the explosion -- one of theirs? Who set it? Breakdown couldn't tell but it took out a bunch of the Cons, enough so that Breakdown and Bulkhead could scramble back up and through the groundbridge and into the base, getting -- wait.
Knocked over by a blast, but they were still using the phase shifters. What? How?
"How?" Breakdown tried, looking to meet Bulkhead's equally confused face... except when he found it, Bulkhead's confused face was stuck on him, face-up where he was passed out on the floor.
Breakdown threw himself down there and could tell. Stasis lock. "Knock Out, co--" he tried, but it faded into static as he lost power to his legs from the surge of movement, then his optics, tried to fight it, and went down.
Knock Out was fully focused on his new function of Titan-class crutch and calling for a medical sledge big enough to accommodate said Titan class to be delivered to the staging hall STAT when he heard the crash of metal behind him. He turned just in time to see the 'bridge collapse down behind Crashdown and Powerdive, who emerged and promptly tripped over the prone forms of Breakdown and Bulkhead.
"What the...ah. Experimental tech. Right." Knock Out scanned the pile of Wreckers and came up with two cursing Wreckers and two Wreckers in....stasis...but with their experimental doodads now powered down. "Idiots," Knock Out muttered. "They're lucky those things had safeties on them."
"You want us to carry 'em to medbay, doc?" Crashdown asked.
"Speak for yourself," Powerdive said, the lightweight seeker already walking away. "Unless they found something in that shipment that'll SHRINK their heavy-plated afts."
"Leave them," Knock Out said, urging Pistongasket to lean against the wall until the sled arrived. "They're fine now, and--" The triage list started streaming onto his HUD as he reconnected to the medbay computer. "--their stupid afts aren't high on my list at the moment."
"Sure thing," Crashdown said, hauling himself to his pedes...then grinning. "Heh, wait, 'Dive! I got an idea!"
Knock Out watched only long enough to determine that yes, indeed, the two functioning Wreckers were attempting to arrange the bodies of the two stasis-locked ones in a compromising position before turning back to Pistongasket with a roll of his optics. "Welcome to the Xantium."