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.
"Forever? Who's to say on that. But yes, you are not going to be there forever"
Vega said over her shoulder, making sure to also mind her footing. The last - or one of the last - things they needed was to slip and end up injured. In her case again. Placing her weight on the leg did hurt some, but she paid it no mind. She was used to some degree of discomfort coming from her leg at this rate.
"I believe you did, yes." She nodded stepping carefully around a light fixture. Then Q offered to speak with Breakdown to see her quicker for a patch up. While Vehicons were squarely on the very bottom of the totem pole Breakdown - at least according to Q - "liked" them and they could possibly use that to her advantage.
Vega was quick to firmly shake her head.
"While the notion is appreciated, others are much more hurt than I am I'm POSITIVE, they need the attention first. An old wound opening again should be the least of their worries."
Another thundering groan shook the entire ship, rumbling up into their legs. Q quickly latched to her asking if she felt that and pleaded her to say the airlock was close. A hand rested on his arm to try and keep him calm. "It's not far, we need to hurry." She gave Q a gentle nudge forward indicating to pick up the pace a little bit. She wasted no time doing the same. Fortunately they didn't have to go very far. An open alcove sat just at the end of the hallway, Vega quickly pointing to it.
“Could you imagine?” he started, voice a little quieter than normal as if he was mulling it over in real-time. “Being down here forever, I mean. If you weren’t here, or if that door had jammed shut, we’d-”
Nooo no no no. Not the time for dwelling. The time for dwelling over what-ifs was when he was laying in a berth trying to recharge, duh!
Laughing, he would try to mentally sidestep the morbid thoughts.
“Annnnyway! Yep! Glad I’m not gonna be down there forever. You too for that matter! We’re exit buddies for life now!” or maybe just… ‘friends’ would work. Since this was hopefully the only time they’d ever have to escape from somewhere again.
He was making a point of stepping exactly where she stepped - watching her footing, keeping track of his own. The light fitting was so weird from this angle, like one of those things he’d never really looked at or even really noticed before until here he was, stepping around it so he didn’t fall and hurt himself.
The response to his offer was expected, though he would’ve felt awful if he didn’t at least try. To him, the leg wound looked particularly gnarly - and to know it was an old injury somehow made it even worse. How long had she been in pain? Yet she had shrugged it off, helped him through this mess all without complaint.
“Make sure you do get it looked at, though, please.” if he could frown, he would - though there was some obvious concern to his words.
At the rumble, he was so, so so thankful that she didn’t react badly to him grabbing her - even if his grasp was light, he’d encroached onto her space which ran the risk of possibly sending her off balance or making her jump. It’d been out of instinct, a panicked response that’d thankfully been taken well. The hand resting on his arm helped, and he’d vent out a sigh to try and calm himself as he was nudged forward.
He saw the alcove at the same time she did, it seemed, and only with confirmation did he start moving a little faster. His steps hurried as he beelined (carefully) over the segments of ceiling, though not to the point of leaving her behind.
Q quietly pleaded with her to have her leg a proper look-at if- WHEN they made it out of here. While she had every intention of doing so without his urging she offered a small smile and nodded. Hoping her calm, silent agreement would give him some sense of ease. As well as keep him focused in the last leg of their escape.
She chuckled softly as he proclaimed the two of them "exit buddies for life", charming little fellow he was. Continuing her careful tiptoe along the ceiling she nodded softly. "Well, of all the bots I could have ended up with on this absolute nightmare of a venture…I'm glad it was good company." It was one little bright patch in this cavalcade of inconvenience and set-backs.
Vega carefully stepped along the ceiling, gaining some speed as their exit was finally in sight. At least as much as she could with having to mind her footing and the once-again opened injury. But something seemed - as if this whole debacle wasn't just so - off. Nothing with the appearance of the escape hatch. It was in every way a means to escape the ship if….WHEN the need arose. No, it was the sounds coming from it. A soft, rhythmic noise…like flowing water. Had they landed near the ocean?
Carefully maneuvering into the alcove - who's airlock doors were unsurprisingly wide open- she made the unfortunate discovery that she was…mostly correct.
But they weren't near the ocean….they were in it. Through the opened lock Vega saw the dark, rolling waves, and the scent of the salt water filled the air. Far off in the distance, just visible to the optic, was a thin strip of brown. Land.
"Well then…." She'd trailed off, not quite sure how to cap the thought off. She tilted her head downward, feeling uneasy about the water below them. "I would not recommend swimming, who knows what is in there? My literal open wound aside." She'd turned to Q, a smirk turning the corners of her mouth upward. "Care for a ride then?"
“Gosh, right? Could you imagine being stuck in here with someone like Soundwave?”
He certainly couldn’t. Then again he never imagined in his entire life he’d be in a situation like this to begin with. While he’d been unlucky in that he’d been caught up in it at all, at least the flip side to that coin meant he was with Vega - who was turning out to be a pretty perfect exit buddy, all things considered!
“Just this ominous silence the entire time, not knowing if he’s even paying attention with that creepy visor thing. Occasionally does a spooky voice line from Megatron just to keep you in line or whatever. No thanks!” he nervously laughed, as if he’d creeped himself out by the thought alone.
It probably wasn’t a good thing to speak of the Spymaster like that, but given he wasn’t sure they were even going to get off here alive? He may as well speak his mind while he still could in the form of some humor. If they did survive? Hopefully all the cameras had been magically disabled in the crash when things had flipped over.
If not? Weeeell… luckily he and every other Vehicon looked alike, so he could feign ignorance like it wasn’t even him!
He was careful with his footing, keeping one optic (or visor, technically) on Vega, the other on what he was doing and where he was going.
And ah… well…
“Whoa.”
That was about the only noise he could think of making in the moment when it was revealed just where they were. He’d expected them to be at least within walkable distance of some sort of land, but it seemed like they were very much under a large mass of water. The ocean? Probably - and given things seemed to be still moving? They were still sinking.
There was land in the distance, or maybe that was an illusion caused by the movement of the waves, but still - it was something to aim for.
“That’s not good…” he squeaked, looking at Vega as everything seemed to set in all at once again at seeing the actual reality of things. Though at least more luck was on their side here in that there was still a chance to escape here.
“As for a ride... Yes! If you think you’re able! I’d like that very much!”
He would absolutely swim if he had to, but Vega’s injury would be made a million times worse by salt water - meaning they had to get out of here like, right this second, before it became too late.
Soundwave was an….intimidating mech she had to agree. Even now she had to wonder if he somehow could hear this conversation. Doubtful though, there were currently bigger matters to worry about. Such as the literal sinking warship. How had this happened? The Nemesis was their primary base of operation and thus was near air tight in it's security and maintenance. Had they somehow been attacked? The full scope of the fact the hulking battlement of a ship was now upside down and rapidly sinking into the ocean fully dawned on Vega.
Focus.
There would be time for distress later.
With her reopened leg and Q's weight the flight would be less than comfortable, but being at the bottom of the ocean was far less practical. And much, much more disgusting. Vega gave a small nod to Q before she shifted her body weight forward letting herself half step half fall out of the open airlock. A moment later the dark jet hovered back up under the opening, letting the small vehicon clamber aboard. She dipped slightly with his added weight but quickly corrected before he could slip into the dark ocean below them.
Once he was settled and firmly held slowly they turned and made a cautious flight toward the small shoreline in the distance.
The 'venture' was finally over.
(End, Q hitching a ride done with permission from Ren!)