#optimusprim3

[autobotmedic]

“ Where am I? “ (Perhaps an injured Optimus to Ratchet because who doesn’t love angst, amiright?)

starters { @optimus-prim3 }

     Ratchet answered calmly with a habitual response, as assuring security was normally a priority when one of his battle-wounded patients regained consciousness, “Safe.” He turned, blinking down at the larger Cybertronian, and opened a hand in a ‘take it easy’ gesture.

     “If you wish to try moving, please, do so slowly…”

[robotxwrangler]

Loud yeehawing

[ 🔧 ] :|| NOW THAT’S WHAT HE’S TALKIN’ ABOUT. “Good work pickin’ up the local vernacular, Optimus. I’m proud of you.”

+ @optimus-prim3

[grandconvoy]

Two primes are better than one..want to team up?

{🌟} ;; “Well, that depends: What are you suggesting we team up for, exactly?”

+ @optimus-prim3​  

[leaderofteamprime]

Two Optimi

@optimus-prim3 | (( Cont from here ))

“You would think we would be more responsible as primes..” he grinned, helm cocked to the side as he observed his alternate.

"I would say it is an occupational hazard.”

[vloggingalienrobots]

Through a Shattered Glass

Closed rp w/ @optimus-prim3

Rea had just stopped for the night. She had gone south from where the bridge dropped her, and walked until just after dark. While she could have gone on - Patchwork's night vision was fantastic - she was exhausted, from the walk and the fighting before the bridge. So she found a clearing, transformed into alt mode, set Patchwork to keep her self-repair running, then disconnected from the refractor.

She quickly got a fire started and started cooking an MRE. When it was done, she sat on a rock to eat, an emergency blanket pulled over her shoulders for warmth.