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.
Oh! Dipper tried. He tried so hard to look Velocity in the optics. She was a beautiful looking femme. Very ornate. And totally out of his league. Instead, he was just shaking some more. His body was uncertain with what to do with itself. On one hand, Dipper felt like he was going to be sick. On the other, he also felt like he was going to pass out.
What happened was something that essentially amounted to an odd cross between violent coughing before collapsing to the ground in a near faint. Nice job.
Vel could hear him whispering, the stuttering gave it away but she commented not at all to what he was saying to Airazor. What the frag was wrong with this mech? He needed a check-up or something, maybe Ratchet could see what was wrong with him. Nervousness was one thing but this was bordering on some type of processor disorder. Things were really messed up in his neural net, or so it seemed. Her bright optics flashed once and she practically glared at Dipper while she was thinking these things.
“Your logs? You mean you keep your own counsel so to speak and do not log things in the general database?” She accused him archly, her servos on her hips and her upper body canted downward so that she could come face to face with Dipper. He kept not really responding to her and this Primus-awful stuttering was driving her up the wall!
Finally there was progress! The smaller Autobot actually looked at her again, on his own this time. Vel looked quickly at Airazor and gave her a small smile, the other femme was good for encouragement it seemed. Velocity herself was harsh and demanding and bossy, she always had been. When she turned back to watch Dipper, hoping he would actually answer some of her other questions she blanked a moment. He looked rather sick suddenly, like he might fall over on the spot. Apparently that was exactly the case as she watched in confusion as the mech started to topple over.
Thankfully for Dipper she was fast and not too far from him. Instinct had her diving to her knees on the floor and arms outstretched as she caught the smaller bot. He lay across her arms and partially over her legs. “I think we may need to get Ratchet, or take him to medbay. This is far from normal, he could have injured himself, again.” Looking toward Airazor she shook her head, having no clue what to do with this one at all.
Velocity was faster than Airazor was, reaching Dipper and catching him mid-fall. Airazor looked down at the small mech in concern. She genuinely hadn't thought he was damaged when she retrieved him from the mesa, but Vel was right: this sort of thing was definitely not normal.
"I think we ought to get him to medbay," she agreed. "I don't know how long he was hanging out there; he could have swung into the cliff face and damaged his processor before I arrived."
"Medbay? Oh yes perhaps that is a good idea after all. It seems that somehow he may have damaged himself. Since neither of us saw the actual fall we cannot tell how extensive the damage may be." Slowly stands up continuing to cradle Dipper's frame in her arms, especially now since there could be something wrong with them that neither her nor Airazor could see. "Whatever is wrong with him Ratchet should be able to find it. We are lucky to have someone that good on our side for sure." Hazards a small smile to the other femme.
"Please lead the way then Airazor? I will follow right behind you, this way we won't, hopefully, have to worry about anyone stopping and asking a bunch of questions." Doesn't gesture the way out as the other had come in that way but indicates with a tilt to her head for her to go so she can follow. Obviously dipper needed some serious help if he passed out just from having to look into her optics. That was not normal or even close to right.
Airazor was glad Vel was such a large frametype and could lift Dipper easily. The alternative would have been calling Ratchet to retrieve the small mech, which would almost certainly have irritated the medic, and from what she had dealt with immediately after her arrival (when she had fresh from her ship crashing and dealing with water trying to pool in her internals, and in no need of a lecture, thank you) a torqued off Ratchet was not something anyone wanted.
She set a brisk pace toward medbay, sure that Vel would have no trouble keeping up, and wanting to have a slight lead in case they did encounter anyone on the way. Better by far for her to intercept anyone with questions, rather than allow them to delay Velocity.
As she walked, she said over her shoulder, "I'm sorry we haven't had a chance to talk before this. I spent the past few dozen vorn in the black with just one companion; I'm afraid I've been trying to ease back into the social niceties slowly." A quick check of the duty roster to confirm that she had the shift rotations correct. "Your shift ends in a few breems, doesn't it? Maybe we could meet and chat under better circumstances."
For some reason unknown to her just yet, and maybe at all, Vel was relaxed in Airazor's presence. Normally that might not come off as a big deal with others but with how she had been feeling ever since she came back to base, this was nearly a miracle. Instead of trying to analyze it like she did almost everything else, Velocity just enjoyed the feeling.
Looking down at Dipper she briefly wondered if the poor mech was going to be alright. Bossiness aside Vel could be somewhat soft-hearted at times, if one was to get to know her. Even so she wondered if he was just broken or, hopefully not, naturally this way. It made no sense to her but if he was than he was going to have to get over that fairly quick on this base. They didn't have a lot of femme's but the ones that were here tended to be strong of will and mind.
Airazor's voice cut through her thoughts and she focused on the femme as the made their way to medbay, Vel be careful not to knock Dipper's head on the wall, or his pedes. "I understand the wanting to ease in slowly. I spend most of my time alone, at one point it was because there was no one around. Now it's because I am uncertain about nearly everyone." She shook her head then, knowing how silly that sounded but she couldn't change the truth of it all.
"I think that would be nice. I normally just do more work, personal work, when my shifts are over. You seem like someone I might even be able to get along with, a rarity anymore." The smile wasn't so much as nice as it was more of a inner directed smirk. The irony of her getting along with lost 'Cons better than her own faction was not lost on her. They rounded the corner and entered med bay and Vel lay Dipper out on the empty berth. Ratchet of course was not going to be pleased but she left it to Airazor to explain what had happened while she made sure the little mech didn't fall off the berth.
"From what I've seen," Airazor said, not wanting to discount Vel's feelings, "Most of the Autobots here are friendly enough. A bit distant, perhaps, but from what I understand, many of them are rather new arrivals themselves." She smiled. "And not everyone is as outgoing as Rattrap, thank Primus. You may not be the only one here who's feeling uncertain of things."
Still, the mood on this base was a far cry from the Axalon, where even Sagewind, quiet as she was, had been drawn into the social life of the ship. She wondered how much of that was a difference in function classes and personality types, and how much was the result of too many vorns of war tearing apart cohorts and hardening mecha against loss. They had, truly, been lucky on the Axalon, surviving for so long with so few losses.
"I tended to work a great deal myself," she said, dismissing her musings. "Of course, that was before the war, when the Axalon was still a scientific exploration vessel. Now, when I actually get to do the work I was sparked for, I feel more like I'm indulging in a hobby." And I've learned not to waste any opportunity to spend time with others, she thought, but didn't say. It was a lesson drawn from her own regrets; she wouldn't judge Velocity if the lessons of her life were different.
She watched Vel lay Dipper carefully on the medical berth. "I'll go find Ratchet, if you don't mind keeping an optic on Dipper," Airazor said, a bit surprised that they had not already been treated to Ratchet's voice loudly demanding to know what was going on. "I doubt I'll be gone long."
Dipper was uncertain about how long he was out or that he had passed out all together. He blinked a few times as his system rebooted. His vision was was still soft and fuzzy. He couldn't make out any fine details what so ever and his mind was a foggy soup.
"Buhhhh.... wha..... what... h-happened....?" said Dipper with a slur.
She hadn't really thought of that before, but she was not prone to reflection of the self either. Vel was big on work and work alone. Delving deep into one subject or another and finding out everything about it. Airazor's words made a great deal of sense and she would be thinking about them now from time to time, so that perhaps it would better help her understand everyone else as well.
“A hobby, yes that is what my work feels like now. I don't have a particular purpose anymore so I just do whatever but I try to keep as busy as I can.” There really wasn't much call here for her primary function anyway. Maybe later on there would be but currently she was adrift. There were other things she could be doing but her feelings toward others kept her from exploring these avenues.
Looking up she nodded to the other femme. “I will keep an eye on him, doubtful he would move though. Whatever happened to him must have really scrambled his processor. Why else would he act...” That was when Dipper stirred and Vel suddenly had all of her attention on him. She bent in double to be over the berth and looked into his optics not very far from his face at all. “So you awaken then Dipper? How are you feeling?” Her voice was very close to him and she even placed a hand on the berth beside his head to steady herself.
"Do you always stutter like that Dipper? Perhaps there is a problem with your speech. You may want to have Ratchet check that out and get it fixed. It makes understanding you difficult and also it can be a tad bit annoying." She continued to stay that close to him looking him over, some concern in her field over a fellow Autobot. One who was obviously suffering through some very serious problems currently.
Lifting the hand that was not supporting her she cupped his chin in her sharp red claws and turned his face this way and that way. Checking to see if there might be a ding in his helm or faceplate. Satisfied that there was nothing outwardly wrong she finally let him go, slowly standing back up to her full height and regarding him from there.
Bright cyan colored optics regarded the smaller mech blankly. Velocity was thinking though, deeply. He did stutter, that was somewhat annoying. Okay no scratch that it was very obnoxious and she wanted to throttle him when it got real bad. "Have you ever thought about getting that taken care of? I am sure Ratchet could work wonders for you to help stop that. I know I find it hard to listen to you as it is." Her tone was very holier-than-thou, but that was actually the norm for Vel.
She traced a hand down the side of his frame, a cursory inspection before Ratchet got hold of him. First one side and then the other, she was looking him over checking for scratches or dents but didn't really see anything worthwhile. Vel was, without really paying much attention, practically molesting the smaller mech. Really though she was just moving him this way and that and looking over him with her servos and optics.
"You can never be too certain. So, you will stay here and wait for Ratchet." There was such emphasis on that one word it would be obvious that there should be no argument. Not unless you wanted to irk the tall and rather well armored femme with the incredibly sharp claws and whip quick mouth.
Velocity had felt the tension in his frame but really didn't think much on it. Maybe he was hurting in places she couldn't really see. Ratchet would be able to figure this out, she was no medic after all. In fact this was really out of her skill set. Vel thought back to the few times she had tried being a field medic and almost laughed out loud. Sideswipe had complained for what felt like vorns about the shoddy job she had done. For all her attention to detail that was just one of the things she honestly could not do, at all.
Dipper said he was nervous and her optics snapped back to his faceplate and she scanned over him. "Why are you so nervous? I'm not a 'Con or anything. I may not be a medic but I am well versed in simple injuries. I figured this would just save Ratchet some time. He is fairly busy being the only medic here and the sudden explosion of bots surging in." She backed off a little, arms crossing in front of her chassis, claws resting on either elbow joints. "Do I intimidate you then? Is that what it is?" This was something she was used to actually. With both her height and armoring tacked on to her businesslike demeanor and quick mannerisms, she intimidated a lot of bots in one way or another.