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.
This was how training took place in the Pits. Riling one another up; support delivered through steel; directing unproductive brooding into anger and thus life-saving violence. The Autobot army had therapists. The Decepticons just got on with it.
She was less than half his height, but his backstrut still defaulted to a slight hunch -a trait of his roots- and he could reach her without stooping. Megatron laid a single talon on her leading shoulder, the tip making contact quite deliberately with the center of a plate rather than a vulnerable seam.
There and gone again. No pressure, no threat. Then he left her to her calibrations, returning into the gloomy ship.
She waited tense as a bowstring until he left. Which took a considerable effort. Still wound up from the anger a scant moment earlier; she'd frozen like a unconvincing statue when he'd touched her. Any frustration and anger leaked from her like a untethered balloon. She wouldn't have been surprised if those emotions had made that high-pitched 'frapping' noise as they fled her.
Why?
"What the hell was that about?!" Her own voice startled her into a backstep and she tensed, her mind still screeching he was right there. When of course he wasn't. She flailed at her own taut nerves and made herself stand in a relaxed position. Shockwave was surely cackling at the show...if he was inclined to do so. She was almost positive someone had blackmail material on her by now.
Which still didn't really help her with the many questions going through her mind right now. She could guess at the words and intimidation. Rhymed with motivation and that seemed to be the most obvious answer. But why the touch? She honestly couldn't settle on one reason as to what he'd meant by the gesture.
When in doubt...go ask Shockwave. But not before she finished her calibrations. It was going to be a long night.