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.
Ironhide hesitated. The agreement had been for a different location, his choice - and he was still pondering viable, uninhabited, 'Con free, and possibly scenic locales - but that didn't rule out the possibility of having to return to Cleaver's coordinates if the femme needed something besides a bit of high grade.
Huffing, he nodded. "Just th' location Ah went t' th' other day. Any others, Ah'll use th' program yeh already gave me." Another hesitation, then a shrug, field flashing gratitude and embarrassment all at once. "Thank yeh," he added quietly.
"I owe you. For the upgrade." Shadow shifted a little, the thanks feeling odd; it wasn't as if she could have done anything else, after all. You looked out for your own. "I'll have that program done by tomorrow." She offered him a half smile. "And I really have decided on the upgrade, in case you were wondering."
Ironhide's smile wasn't forced at that, amusement coloring his field and the sound of his low chuff of laughter. "Are yeh sure?" he teased. "Absolutely positive? 'Cus if yeh get meh any more confused with th' changes, Ah might upgrade yeh with paintballs by mistake."
He let affection and humor take all the bite from the words, reaching out to flick a finger against her armor. "If yer positive, we can start workin' on another systems draft. Get yeh upgraded t' something proper, so Ah can stop worryin' every time yeh go out."
"Oooh, paintballs. I don't think we've discussed those yet." She relaxed into the teasing which had become so familiar over the past weeks. "And it's not my fault you can't keep track of things."
She swatted at the hand he'd flicked her with, optics narrowing with mock annoyance. "I don't know what you're worried about anyhow. I did manage to survive on this planet for forty years by myself."
Snorting, Ironhide gave her a light shove towards the door. "Yeah. In yer alt mode. Ah know yer fast, yeh don't have t' prove anything there. Time Ah'm done with yeh, yeh'll be an slagging dangerous an th' 'Cons won't know what hit them. An'," he added, "if yer good Ah'll see about some paintballs an' next time we run into Screamer yeh can find out why we call him that. Let's go."