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.
Post by slipstream on Sept 15, 2012 21:43:54 GMT -5
Slipstream made her way to the medical bay of the Nemesis with a grim expression on her face. The thought of Starscream being her superior before was bad enough, but for him to be her master nearly made her want to commit system failure. She had decided to explore the ship and get a feel for her new crewmates, with the med bay being a good first stop.
As she walked in, she announced herself with a, "What's the best method for dealing with Energon backfeed that's been lasting a cycle...?"
"I'm sorry, but we are quite busy at the moment." A Vehicon responded immediately, making its way to another across the bay. "Please, be patient and we will be with you as soon as possible." The area was filled with bed-ridden, injured, and idling drones and Decepticons.
The sight caused Slipstream's jaw to drop. Her optics were wide as her vents took in a huge gasp of air. "Just what happened on this ship?! Nobody will tell me a thing!"
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2012 22:57:58 GMT -5 by slipstream
Post by breakdown on Sept 26, 2012 21:45:47 GMT -5
"Nobody will tell you what happened?" Breakdown repeated flatly, looking up from his supplies and across the full medbay to gauge if he needed to get a scan going on the walk-in -- walk-in?
Sure, he'd just grabbed the first random Eradicon in one piece out of the hallway and told him to stand guard, but how hard was it to tell everyone coming in they were full up and to come back some other time? This is why they NEEDED a guard, so they didn't get anyone wandering in without any physical damage and asking what happened.
"The whole ship's talking about what happened." Breakdown shook his head. They didn't have time for this. Even the conscious patients right there in the medbay were talking about what happened. To not have heard you'd have to be -- wait.
Breakdown pulled aside the nearest Eradicon that was actually assigned to regular medbay duty, and lowered his voice, just because the weirdest stuff got corrupted with these kinds of patients and you could never tell what. "Go tell Knock Out there's a seeker here with neural damage."
Post by slipstream on Sept 26, 2012 23:35:54 GMT -5
"Nueral net...?!" she said in surprise before growling. "I don't have nueral net damage! I feel backed up because I have to listen to Starscream! Seriously, Breakdown, I'm not so easily injured... I only just arrived aboard the ship yesterday." she explained her true problem to the larger Decepticon.
"Neural damage?" Normally Knock Out wouldn't pay attention to JUST those words, but paired with "seeker" (meaning non-drone, meaning someone would probably complain if he let them turn into one), it was enough to drag him up out of the strut he was attempting to reconstruct. Luckily the mech who owned that strut was in temporary stasis already and not likely to object.
Knock Out hustled over to where Breakdown was talking to....well, yes, a seeker, but not one that Knock Out recognized. He looked the seeker up and down, medical scans flashing out and coming back with nothing but general wear and tear (and little of that, really) and nothing out of the ordinary except slightly elevated energon pressure.
Knock Out looked at Breakdown. "What do you mean, neural damage? She's better off than three-quarters of the crew." He looked between the seeker and his assistant with an irritated optic, attempting to determine if there was something requiring his attention or not. He had struts to weld, pumps to reroute, sparks to stabilize.
<<How's a Slipstream -> Breakdown -> Knock Out posting order from now on sound?>>
"Well, Big Blue here thinks I have neural damage since I wasn't here for what caused this mess." Slipstream motioned her head at the larger Decepticon in the bay. "I was hoping someone could fill me in on what happened, why everyone believes our lord is dead, AND take care of my backed up Energon intake...!" The Seeker was clearly showing a mixture of annoyance and worry for the future of the Decepticon forces.
Her wings drooped as she let out a sigh through her vents, trying to calm herself. She wouldn't get any help if she made a scene in the Med Bay. "I'm sorry.... Starscream just grinds my gears... Has even before this war even started."
Breakdown made a face that was halfway between confusion and 'what the frag'. Big Blue? Yeah, he'd been called WORSE, but not by some seeker he'd never seen before who wandered into the medbay while they were still in fragging crisis mode picking up all the broken-off pieces from mechs on the wrong side of the assault, asking about energon intake and complaining about Starscream like that's news to interrupt them for.
He glanced at Knock Out and caught his optics, shrugging a shoulder as if to say, "See?" She didn't know about the attack. She didn't know about Megatron. The nonsentient drones been down on the engine deck all alone for vorns knew about Megatron. Breakdown couldn't know like Knock Out could, but it sounded like neural damage to him.
Knock Out stopped in the middle of decontaminating his hands, his optic ridge went up incredulously at "Big Blue", dropped in confusion at "wasn't here for what caused this mess", dropped further in annoyance at "fill me in", and dipped into dangerous territory at "take care of my backed-up energon intake".
He shared a glance with Breakdown, the gist of which was, You called me over for this? No, she doesn't have neural damage. She just evidently thinks we're an information kiosk. An information kiosk filled with BLEEDING MECHA.
Aaaand evidently she hated Starscream. What else was new. Honestly, at some point (a point when he was NOT trying to keep half the mecha on the ship together with mesh tape and plastibond), Knock Out was going to have to figure out how Starscream kept his job when absolutely no one supported him. There must be some trick to it.
"Yes," Knock Out said, slowly. "I'm sure. Short version, we were attacked, Autobot raid, massive casualties, blah blah, energon backup is on the very BOTTOM of my list right now, and so please come back next cycle, ta!" Knock Out started to turn away, attention turning back to his triage queue.
<<Busy CMO is busy! Feel free to keep bugging him, though he might get tetchy about it....>>
"I still don't see why Prime would kill and take the frame of Lord Megatron..." she sighed, looking up at the hulking Decepticon. "That isn't exactly a Prime-like action that I have known in my career since the war on Cybertron..." Slipstream sighed crossing her servos in frustration. "Starscream had to have something to do with this..."
It WAS weird, the thing about Megatron, but Breakdown didn't know much about it and tried to keep it that way. "Ask Starscream, he's the only one who knows what he's doing," he told Slipstream, and shrugged. "Maybe not even him. I don't know any more than you do." He'd gone straight from the raid to duty here in the medbay, where all he'd found out was whatever the less-damaged Eradicons had seen or heard and told him about, and you had to be careful what you believed from them, sometimes. More when they're all this out of it.
Breakdown pinged Knock Out before he could get too involved in something else, wondering how much he should say or if he should just go ahead and see if he could take care of her energon backup problem.
::Tell her whatever you want. It's not like we know much of anything that isn't all over the ship at this point. And frag, no, her energon backup is the absolute last thing we need to deal with right now.:: To make his point, Knock Out started to add the seeker to the very bottom of the medical queue and realized that he didn't know her designation. He vented a huff and glanced over at the occupied berth to his left. ::Go start welding D44573's thoracic plates back together.::
Knock Out checked the main computer, seeing if it might be updated with this unfamiliar seeker's information, but the Nemesis' systems autopinged him back with a all-busy/try again later reply. No doubt everyone was attempting to do something and likely some processing centers had been fragged in the attack. Knock Out vented a sigh and got the info the old-fashioned way, asking her, "I'm sorry, but who might you be? Frag..."
Knock Out paused to adjust an energon drip and then to force-reboot the cranky medberth that the patient was lying on. Fortunately the lack of monitoring hadn't done the frontliner any harm.
He looked up at the seeker expectantly and with a touch of impatience.