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.
Only when the shuttle was resting securely in a bed of snow did Maximus straighten. He stepped back and vented, cycling warm air that had built up in his chassis during the arduous trek through the filters in his back. A flurry of snowflakes whirled about him before settling on his treads again in a soft white coat.
He laid a hand on his shoulder and rotated his arm. He noted in satisfaction that every joint moved seamlessly, without friction. The new frame was performing well, even in the cold. Good.
After flexing his hands to work out the kinks Maximus turned to face the other Autobots. He looked down at Dusk and raised a brow. His concentration had mostly been focused upon the work involved with pushing the wrecked shuttle across the clearing, but his audials worked just fine. Over the sound of screeching metalwork and crunching snow had overheard a little of the conversation that had taken place between Dusk and Bluestreak. Now he silently wondered at it. Ironhide's name had been mentioned. The cheerful Dusk had gone quiet after that. Which was odd, because Maximus had him pegged him as a talker. Hm.
He was grinning now, though. Maximus brushed his suspicions aside.
"Area forecasts predict the approaching low and associated fronts to arrive at roughly nineteen-hundred local time, less than an hour," he rumbled. He fixed Dusk with a stern red optic. "A ground bridge back would be wise. And then it's straight to the medical bay. Bluestreak, would you inform base that we are ready for a bridge back?"
Bluestreak watched Dusks bizarre reaction with a mix of confusion and concern. Of all the reactions ou was exception, had witnessed before. This was not one of them. Homicidal rage (usually from Ratchet) yes but this...Sadness and loss? Not so much. Ou was saved from having to respond to him right away by Maximus' request. Instead nodding to him and letting base know to open up the bridge again.
At the same time ou opened up a private comm to Ironhide to let him know.
::'Hide there's a mech here, kinda reminds me of you in a way and I think he might know you. I'm not completely sure since I'm that landing looks to have rattled his processor loose but could you meet us at the Ground bridge just in case?::
As an after thought ou also sent a breif ping to Ratchet to prepare for a mech with possible processor damage.
"All sent! Our Bridge home should be any moment now!"
He raised his hands in a playful gesture of surrender. "To the med bay with me, yes. I wouldn't have gone anywhere else." It was the truth. Though it had less to do with formality and more to do with the fact that he had neither the equipment nor the resources to patch himself. Plus, he supposed he needed to check in with the CMO and offer his services in any case. "Now, then! Let us get out of this snow before I'm tempted to make another angel of myself."
The greenish blue vortex bloomed before them, and Dusk followed behind Bluestreak, any indication of his suddenly solemn state wiped away.
<< Shifting the thread to the 'Bot base. Continued here>>
Last Edit: Feb 21, 2013 22:14:49 GMT -5 by Deleted