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.
Knock Out huffed. Well, that would teach him to attempt to be GENEROUS. Honestly, why did he even try?
He shrugged. "Fine, have it your way." Suicidal glitch. "Then, as I said: blaster painful but functional now, replacement hand with blade ready in two days. Does that suit you?"
Knock Out started a list of tools he'd need, but waited for Acid Storm's reply before moving to get them. For all he knew, Acid Storm might decide to off himself here and now and save him the trouble.
Honestly, the medic had never met a gloomier seeker. Well, no, he took that back. There had been Deathknell. Whose name had rather said it all.
"It's fine." The seeker answered as he forced his hand to transform into a blaster and back again, throwing out a few minor sparks and shooting pain through Acid Storm's arm. He didn't show any reaction beyond his frown becoming deeper set into his face-plate, other then this the scientist remained rather silent.
His mind began to drift back to his work, which calmed Acid Storm somewhat as he raised his good hand up to scratch his chin, thinking. An oddity, this assault on his person gave the Seeker some insight to the virus he was working with and that sharp mind began to whirl with ideas and possibilities. In fact if he were in a good mood he might have even thanked Knock Out for this chance to get his mind straight, but being Acid Storm he just ignored the medic and waited for any bonus harping/instructions from his fellow Decepticon.
Knock Out hissed slightly in displeasure at the sparks, shoving Acid Storm's hand back down and attending to the wires that the transformation had jarred loose. "Fine then. Don't jar it or transform anymore than you need to, give it a nanite infusion if any microparts slip out of place and for frag's sake, try not to off yourself in the next two days. I will be very cross if I've fabricated your replacements for nothing."
Knock Out shook his head, quite aware that the scientist's mind was off somewhere else already. He rolled his optics. "I've scheduled you for day after tomorrow for the replacement fitting. Plan for a breem, in case I have to machine anything by hand." He jerked one pointy thumb, already reaching for the base to swab down the berth. "Done. Get."
And for frag's sake don't TOUCH anything on your way out....
Acid Storm rose up and got back on his feet, feeling a bit better upright instead of propped up on display for Knock Out. The Seeker acted as if he didn't hear a word that the moody medic spouted, he seemed more interested in scanning his 'fixed' limb to make sure it was working perfectly. He found it rather piss-poor to be honest, but in a pinch it would be just fine for threatening a drone or two, perhaps even a short fire-fight if asn Autobot snuck onto the base...again.
This reminded Acid Storm that he would need to check and double check the locks and other defenses in his lab, for the next time the Decepticons bungled guarding this flying wreck. Finally he decided to address Knock Out "Yes. I shall be there, doctor." the Seeker then hunched his shoulders a little and walked out of the medbay, going about his much anticipated work.
((Fin Unless you have more.))
Last Edit: Apr 3, 2012 21:50:21 GMT -5 by acidstorm