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.
The minicon flinched at Cleaver's words, feeling like he needed to hide behind something, even though he knew the femme wouldn't dream of hitting him, Reflector was far too small to take even a playful hit, on top of that he was all the medic had right now, at least until they got the slagged bot back on line.
"Okay Cleaver."
He agreed in a hushed tone, hoping that he didn't just get himself or the femme killed.
Grunting a soft note of thanks, Cleaverresettled the weight of the smaller mech against her chassis and led them back through the 'bridge. Though she understood Reflector's deep reservations, she knew in her spark that this was the right thing to do.
As well as that, she was also completely baffled as to how this mech was still alive. His build was comparatively fragile - not a frontliner, and almost every one of his systems was slagged. He should be gun-metal grey, but something significant was keeping him from the merciful slide into the Well. That, she wanted answers to.
Reflector was oddly calm as he sat on the medic's head, almost not moving at all, which was more then a little strange considering how twitchy he could be. He was scared, more then frightened, but also comforted by Cleaver who just seemed so completely sure of her actions. But every now and again he couldn't help but fall back on his basic personal faults, mainly wondering just how quickly he could escape before things start blowing up all around him.