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.
With a vent of frustration Ratchet gave the ping to Pistongasket, after the fight on the Nemesis Ratchet wanted everyone to have a checkup. Yes a few of the Autobots were not due for their check for a joor or two but after fights and more so after big ones, Ratchet took no chances. Checkups for all.
:: Pistongasket med-bay now. I want to do a full check up.::
Clearing an area for the big mech Ratchet reviewed the data pad with Pistongasket information. Ratchet always made sure he knew the base reading for all systems before the exam. He wanted no repeat like the situation with Bumblebee.
After about a nano-kilk Ratchet send another ping to Pistongasket. ::If you are not in a klik I will come find you.:: Ratchet did not have time for everyone to run and hide. He did have other projects to work.
One servo on his waist Gasket lowered his creaking frame down onto his gear-tender, the impact ringing through his small room with a dull report. What a rotationary cycle that had been. He'd not engaged in any actual combat in vorns, well before he landed on Earth, and his chassis was sore from helm to pedes from it. While his armor was largely undamaged he could feel glitches in his joints and connections and for now all he wanted to do was sit and rest. The light behind his optics slowly faded away as they deactivated, the old bot settling in for a comfortable few breems of inactivity.
::Pistongasket, med-bay now. I want to do a full check up.::
His optics flickered back to life and he vented heavily. Ratchet's voice was as tense as always; damn youngster's gonna burst a valve. Oh well, naught for it.
Straining again he slowly rose to his pedes, his joints creaking and whirring as he gained stability. While he rarely moved quickly, far from it, he was soon stepping past the door to his quarters, his steps thundering in the concrete halls as he moved toward the medbay.
::If you are not in a klik I will come find you.::
Venting a chuckle he continued his ponderous movements through the halls, slowing and nodding to any other Autobot he encountered. He didn't want his own bulk to cause more injury that Ratchet would have to deal with. Another several sub-kliks later the loud steps of Gasket came to a head as he stepped into the bay and stopped.
"You... needed to see me, Ratchet?"
He waited for the medic to assign him a seat before moving to it but, in the presence of so much sensitive equipment, he chose to move significantly slower so as not to upset anything important. Even his movement to a seat was gentler than even he thought possible even without his armor plating.
"I can give you a... vast list of glitches if you wish to be comprehensive."
Going over the data file Ratchet looked up on hearing the footsteps. Ratchet was old, like really old, Pistongaske was older. It was both welcome and strange to have one older than himself. Ratchet knew as the war continused the older had been one of the first to off-line, the young with them. A sad and painful fact of war for medics.
After Pistongaske question of need there was a point given by Ratchet to a place with a half said there. Ratchet noted the slow and carful way Pistongaske moved. Ratchet would guess the movement was more about not breaking than about age. Still best to ask. Or would have been if for the second question. Shock was there but Ratchet hid it as he always did so only the annoyed look showed in the end. “Don’t play with me.”
Whilst his larger frame settles to this new seat, one that was significantly less comfortable, Gasket chuckled at Ratchets reaction before he caught a glimpse of his medical file. The image was dated, one from the war on Cybertron in fact, and gave a laundry list of statistics that he had long since forgotten.
So that was the pair who sparked me...
Ratchet's voice brought his attention back to the medic and Gasket vented a heavy chuckle.
Ok, so maybe I'll leave out the rusted joints.
"I'll leave... that action to the children. They seem to enjoy the action... quite a lot."
Smiling his kind smile Gasket relaxed, ready to act however Ratchet needed. He was honestly willing to give the medic a full program readout of his glitches because, even though he'd become something of a self repair expert in his operational period, he did not want to steal the gruff Autobot's work.
Ratchet saw Pistongaske see the chart. Ratchet had no care if the chart was seen. In fact he would even show some their chart. After locking it so they could not change it. Looking it over once last time he put it aside and started the scan. Noting the order the damage needed to be fixed.
Pistongaske’s answer took Ratchet by surprise. He was sure not to show he was surprised but did have to look to be sure Pistongaske was not joking more. Which would have gotten him hit. It seemed Ratchet was getting mechs that knew how to act with a medic. About time he would get some who would work with him.
“Good to know you are an adult.” Ending the scan he looked back at Pistongaske after seeing the scan results. “What damage do you have?” Ratchet found it strangely helpful to get a list from the scan and a list form the bot him or herself. The voice however never changed.
Gasket did not expect Ratchet's comment as the uptight comment was uttered forth from the medic. When he had initially came to this small base he'd been inspected by Ratchet before but the interaction was short and to the point; the old bot really had not realized that this medic was so uptight until now. Shaking his helm in credulity Gasket simply gave a small smile and looked back toward the screens. The comment however, did reflect that some of what Ratchet had to go through was definitely difficult for him at times.
"My date of manufacture attests to my age, young one, but experience... is not so simply gained."
The scans certainly did not lie, there was a laundry list of things that he needed work on. However, when Ratchet asked he simply shrugged.
"Unless you have a replacement back strut and a number of large size assembly joints, your scans are accurate. The cosmetic bits are unnecessary."
"I say you should start with hydraulic damage to my left arm assembly directly beneath my cannon mount. The Seeker had a good hit there."
Smiling he nodded and sat back, waiting for this damned procedure to take place. He'd put up with the medic only as much as he could; this was the only bot who could truly put him back to decent operation.
It was nice to have a mech who knew how to act with a medic but being called young one was confusing. Ratchet was old, and as such most where young to him. It was a new feeling to know there was another transformer who was older than he was. The history Ratchet had was faced had him freezing his vocal box. “Experience is the hardest to get. Don’t be in a rush to get it.” It went unsaid but understood Ratchet was tired of taking parts and fixing others from those who had been friends for before the experience had ended.
There was a cycle from Ratchet’s vents. There would be a lot of work to do before this mech would be back to ‘normal’ function. The damage done had been half fixed or only rigged to work for a time. “Who was the last to fix you?!” Ratchet would be having a talk with that medic as soon as he could…if he was still a medic.
As Pistongaske went back Ratchet gathered the tools and parts needed. He was happy the hydraulics close to what needed. Not the best but it worked and would be taken by the parts and form. Ratchet started by turning off the neuron net and slowly taking the bad parts and others in the way.