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.
Megatron narrowed his optics, but not at anyone in particular. He was merely thinking, organizing his thoughts, the information Starscream had given him. After a moment, he nodded.
“Very well. They will have to be dealt with in time. No longer will I stand by while these vermin organics threaten Cybertronians, their superiors. Optimus may be content letting our people get picked off one by one by these rodents, but I am not.”
At this, Megatron turned, and faced Soundwave, “And now, Soundwave, show me to my quarters. I am in need of a real recharge before I refuel, and then I will have Knock Out sent to me to have my frame repaired.” A bemused sneer filled his face, “Such trivial injuries as this mean nothing, but I will not take up the helm of my Decepticons once again looking like I have been crawling around a trash pile.”
Swivelling to Starscream to give his final verdict, “You have done well enough in my absence....although I will not forget the loss of Haven. That is a mark against you, Starscream. I had plans for the Neutrals, and now they must be forgotten. This had best be your only mistake while I was gone.”
Giving Starscream one last piercing look, the warlord turned back to Soundwave, indicating he was to show Megatron the way to his new quarters. When the silent mech turned and made his way out of the room, Megatron followed, now speaking lowly to Soundwave, so that only the navy mech could hear his words.
Post by Starscream on Mar 16, 2020 23:10:30 GMT -5
“Indeed, Master.”
Starscream merely bobbed his helm in response - it one of few things that the Warlord said that his Second in Command actually agreed with. He would say no more on the matter - it went without saying that should any sightings of MECH be reported, Megatron would be one of the first to be made aware.
The slim Seeker would remain standing at attention even as Megatron turned his gaze onto the Spymaster. His optics would narrow ever-so-slightly as the Warlord spoke of his Decepticons, but he would not comment. The quarters in which Megatron would be taking were the largest in Blackridge, and while Starscream had enjoyed his time there he did not dream of trying to maintain his claim over that room.
The gentle scowl faded immediately as Megatron turned to face him. A gentle flutter of his wings at what could be considered praise, only for them to immediately sag at the realization that Megatron would be holding the events of Haven against him - and only him.
“Y-Yes my Lord.” he stammered, not wanting to argue or try to grovel. Haven may not have gone to plan, but Starscream would make up for the loss somehow. But for now, he was content to watch the two other mechs turn to leave.
He stood motionless, watching as they made their way from the room. Alone now, he would continue to stand - giving them a few moments to get out of earshot. He was unsure if the room itself was under surveillance by the Spymaster, and so would remain quiet - slowly making his way over to one of the many tables that littered the room, placing both servos on one and leaning forwards some, gasping out a much needed exhale of a vent, wings wilted behind himself.