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.
Hot Rod flinched at the sudden brightness, a complaining noise escaping her vocalizer. "Oww."
Haloforge showed no discomfort. Her optics skimmed over the dismembered femme with a sympathetic glance, then moved on briskly to the three in medical stasis. The first was in little better shape: missing one arm and almost everything below the waist, all but scraped paintless, he looked dead. "What can we do for this one, Hot Rod?" Haloforge asked.
"We can rebuild the limbs," Hot Rod answered seriously. "But Flareup said his T-cog was gone too, and we can't rebuild that. Unless we can find one from another source, he'll never transform again."
Haloforge nodded and moved on to the next berth. "And this one? Can you see the readouts?"
"Yes'm." Hot Rod obligingly moved closer. "Wow, his coolant system's practically held together by bonding tape and prayer. He must've tried to fix it himself."
"Or had a hack repairbot do it," Haloforge opined derisively. "Never mind, it's fixable. Delicate work, better suited for younger hands and optics." She smiled when Hot Rod gave an eager bounce. "Now as for this third..."
Medic and novice studied the readouts and the mech's still form, each running their own scans. "I can't see where the problem is," Hot Rod confessed.
"Which means it's probably in the programming." Haloforge frowned pensively. "This could take an age."
"Please tell us if you need any help," Reburn said. "If any parts from our hive sisters would be useful, use them freely."
He scurried over to Hot Rod. "We have not had a real medic in some time, though we've done our best with the hive memories. Likely all of us here should have medical examinations, if there's time. The Bladeship offlined from lack of parts and maintenance, and we would not wish that to happen to anyone else if avoidable."
Hot Rod nodded reassuringly to Reburn. "We'll get everyone looked at. Haloforge would insist on it - she's very picky about these things."
"Slaggin' straight!" Haloforge yelled, already hooking leads up to the comatose patient's medical readouts. "I'm not leaving until everyone on board's had a complete physical."
Hot Rod rolled her eyes at Reburn. "See what I mean?" Of course it was important to take one's job seriously and do it well, like Elita-One always said. But that didn't mean Hot Rod couldn't poke gentle fun at her Order superior. "But the faster we get these done, the faster we can give everybody their checkups," she sighed philosophically, and pulled up a chair to start work on the second mech's coolant system. "Hey, can you see if there's any extra valves lying around? I see like three cracked ones already."
"I feel very alone without sisters," Flareup admitted. "There are only mechs here. It's not the same. And our combat specialty is demolitions, which isn't a good fit for civilian defense. I've manufactured warheads for Contour, and got her defensive systems active again. Anything that gets past her... is probably too big a problem for us alone to deal with."
Her wide optics blinked. "Can I/we come along Elita? Please? I'll try not to be any trouble."
Like most leaders who'd survived the madness of civil war long enough to stay leaders, Elita-One had a fearsome reputation. What was less known was that Elita also had a soft spot, especially for all-on-their-own femmes giving her the wide-opticked look.
"Oh, Flareup, you're never any such thing as trouble," she was quick to reassure, both hands firm on the other femme's shoulders. "You are resourceful and brave and excellent at what you do. You are an <i>asset.</i> Truth be told, I would welcome your company."
She let go of Flareup, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "In any case," she mused, "you <i>are</i> still apprenticed to Chromia..."
"What Firestar kept forgetting is that she wasn't talking to us/Contour. That ended up making trouble. I'm still not fully trained. I will be as much of an asset as we can," Flareup's tone was very matter-of-fact, without any perceivable angst about self-worth or not currently being Contour.
A hesitation. "I do want to serve out my apprenticeship. We'll come back to the Order after, of course! But Chromia is a good teacher, and Firestar seemed to think it was a very good idea."
"She did, and I agreed with her," Elita assured her. "There is no better teacher for you than Chromia." She sighed, let her gaze slip down. "I wish she was here."
Chromia was her friend, as well as a comrade in arms, for all they weren't precisely on the same side. Her absence was painful, though Chromia knew that wherever she was, she was doing good for everyone around her. It was her way.
"But with or without her," Elita stated, bringing herself sharply back to the present, "your education must continue as well. That is my duty to see to, for the sake of the Contour group as well as the Order as a whole. The only question now is how to balance that duty with our duty to the people here."
Flareup nodded at Elita's words about Chromia, looking down for a moment.
"I... thank you. Solus knows we've done what we can here. But it's hard to know when we're doing things right, alone. We've been doing a lot of... improvising." She/they began to stand, hesitantly. "I'll show you around. You can judge the situation for yourself."
Elita nodded to her, smiling. "I am eager to see your improvisations." Flareup tended to come up with novel solutions to her problems. They were even - usually - effective ones, if a bit jury-rigged due to lack of resources. Elita was certain Flareup and the people she was looking after were operating under a dire lack of resources.
Dare I take her away from those who need her? But her skills are needed elsewhere too...
((Yeah, I reckon, unless you had any plans for those guys in the medbay.))