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.
While Airazor took care of the comm work back to the base, Optimus moved to kneel beside the fallen Decepticon and carefully pulled the scientist into an upright position where she immediately threated to topple over until he braced her shoulder. He took each of her arms individually, pulling a pair of stasis cuffs from his subspace and fitting them to her narrow wrists. The color nanites in what he assumed was her purple paint job was faded – the micromachines losing their charge in an effort to conserve energy.
The stasis bands locked her transformation and reconfiguration functions, preventing weapon activation while Optimus disabled the transformation rotor responsible for weapon configuration. He was a practiced hand at this minor medical function as most soldiers were. Disabling weapon functionality rather than tearing out the transformation cog entirely tended to be a more… Autobot way of dealing with prisoners of war. Optimus finished his work, nodded at Airazor for the groundbridge, and pulled the copter-bot to her pedes. She did not seem to have the power to do it on her own.
“Ratchet will see to you in medical,” he said as the groundbridge came open. “There, you can familiarize yourself with the issue that we would require your assistance with.”
Serotype knew that she was pretty much going to be arrested. That was essentially a given. But it at least guaranteed her safety and a chance at recovery. But it also allowed her to right at least one wrong of her own doing. But they didn't need to know it was her doing.
She wasn't all that stable on her pedes at all. They had been refusing to act as well as she would have liked. They were still shut down in an energy conservation effort.
Airazor held her place while Optimus hauled the other femme out of the sand by one arm, half carrying her as she tried to get her limbs to work, then dropped into position directly behind the Prime. Her wrist missiles were still cycled up and locked; if she had to fire, from this angle she could easily strike Serotype on the side away from Optimus...not that her weapons were likely to penetrate his armor with anything less than a point-blank shot to a joint or seam, but it would be irresponsible not to minimize the risk.