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.
Reflector had to restrain himself from not blasting a nice little scorch mark on Barricade's aft for his parting shot at Cleaver. In fact his optic was starting to glow from the overwhelming urge to defend the femme's odd choices, even if they had doomed himself to this bond just as they had the moody Decepticon. Once the feeling passed the minicon gave a small vent before sliding off Cleaver's head to her shoulder and giving the side of her face-plate a pat. "Pay him no mind. You saved someone not worth saving, but you did it anyway and kept to your strict morals." Reflector stated in a soft tone "Not many can claim that..."
Cleaver ex-vented heavily, optics shuttering for a moment before she onlined them again on Reflector. She offered a thin, thoroughly humourless smile. "Every life is worth saving, Reflector. As for my morals, they end up carved out of my mesh more than not, so I wouldn't hold them in too high a regard."
She glanced back in the direction Barricade had vanished, shaking her helm with an irritated bristle of her plates. Lifting one blade across her torso, she held the tip to the tiny mech and lowered him to the floor. "I'm gonna go out for a bit. Found an energon vein the other day that might be worth the effort. Look after things whilst I'm away."
At Reflector's nod, Cleaver turned peded and retreated towards the ship's storage areas, and the groundbridge room amongst them.