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.
Dipper didn't want to say it. He was scared he may offend Velocity. He had already screwed everything up so far. He seemed hesitant to answer at first. What came out was just a low whimper followed by some vigerous nodding.
Velocity kept her optics on him the entire time, not even looking alive for a moment she was so still while waiting. Then the whimper and she vented out nice and slowly. She hated things like that, weakness. Maybe it wasn't his fault but that didn't matter to her. Vel had tried to be nice to him but she was tired of how he whined. Obviously she was not going to be the one or the type of femme to help him get used to them. In fact she might very well be the worst one of them all, on the Autobot side that is.
"There is no reason to be sorry. Just realize it and fix the problem. Sorry does nothing." Her tone was terse and she almost glared at the small mech. "I hope you can manage until Ratchet gets here. Your stuttering is obnoxious and I cannot tolerate it any longer." With that she turned on heel and stalked to the doorway of med bay, standing near the entrance until someone else came.
Well! As if THAT made him feel better about anything!
Dipper brought his hands together weaving his fingers between each other. He looked down at them as if they were a source of distraction.
"Why am I such a loser....?" he muttered under his breath.
He was a terrible liar. There was no way he couldn't express that he wasn't nervous by Velocity's presence. And yet he had managed to screw that one up horribly. He was sure he had offended her. He let out a long sigh.
As she had expected, Airazor had found Ratchet near medbay, working on one of his projects at a mainframe terminal. The medic hadn't been happy with the interruption; he seemed to get even less happy as she explained what had happened.
"I'm not sure how long he was hanging upside down outside of the base," she said, moving quickly to keep up with the taller mech. "I didn't see any obvious signs of damage when I brought him inside, but as soon as Velocity started questioning him, he suffered some sort of glitch and fainted. We thought it would be best for you to examine him and make sure he's all right."
Working on a project was nice. A relaxing past way to spend a free moment, most times as some projects could only be called a glitch. But Ratchet was getting so much done and then Airazor came asking for help for Dipper. Ratchet cycled his vents. Always something.
Ratchet turned around to look at Airazor. His faceplate annoyed to the point of mad. Still there was the worry a medic would have. The thoughts of what could be wrong and why. What to look for and rule out as the trouble.
“Lead the way to him.” Ratchet’s tone told of a great lecture to come if Dipper did not have a good reason for hanging upside down. Truth-be told Ratchet had a lecture ready even if there was a reason Dipper had been upside down.
The closer the came to where Dipper and Ratchet would guess Velocity were the more violent Ratchet’s EM Field became. His walk was stiff and jerky. A show of temper about to come.
It may have very well been a good thing that Velocity had walked nearly out of med bay. Dipper's words could have tipped the balance and she would have really went off on him. What amused her was her temper was usually nonexistent. It took half of forever just to get her worked up let alone to lose her cool. Sure lately her temperament was a bit iffy but so was everything in her life, this was to be expected.
Leaning just barely against the wall she could feel Ratchet coming her way before she ever saw him. She wondered what he was so angry about. He must have been busy to get this irked. Normally sure he was annoyed with everyone and they would run scattering to the winds when he stalked through the hallways. She wondered if he was feared more than some of their more formidable warriors.
That thought was an amusing one and as Ratchet rounded the corner there was a smile upon her faceplate and she was idly eying the claws on one hand. "Your 'patient' is waiting for you Ratchet. I did a cursory inspection of his frame and there isn't a thing wrong with it. So unless he did something to his neural net, I have no clue what is going on. He stutters, a lot."