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.
Even with the shadow of Barricade looming over her, the sound of the Cybertronian language seemed to make him far less intimidating. So much so the entire weight of the image tilted her head to one side. She had absolutely no idea what he was saying, but from the connection to law-bot and the 'official' tones she could only assume it was code or text of some kind from Cybertron.
"That was…" So much like a song she'd like to have it on her playlist. "Really beautiful, actually." If that was just one, she'd love to hear what the others sounded like, rather than have her own mental assumptions of crosses between dubstep and soft techno. "Where is it?" The question popped out as suddenly as it came to her. "Cybertron, I mean. How far away is it from Earth?" There was more… so much more… she wanted to ask about their home planet, only barely restrained by the unwillingness to seem… impolite. At the moment.
“Billions of your light years away,” said Cade coldly, standing to his feet. “And I’m not inclined to discuss astronomy with you. Ply Reflector with your questions. I have better things to do.”
And with that, Barricade turned and strode away from the little organic and her questions. Where was Cybertron? Indeed, where was it? Had the scope of their wars sent it spinning off its orbitals paths, jettisoned the dead shell of their world into some neighboring gas giant? The Cybertron he remembered was obliterated, was light and RAM, and data knitted as memory. He didn’t know what kind of primodial husk had replaced their planet, their culture. He didn’t know what war-ragged, survival-desperate generation had over taken those that began the war. Reflector’s puzzled EM field, rimmed in worry and panic – Barricade left that too because it made him want to rip alloy from the walls.
He turned a corner, leaving the human behind, irritated with that way she’d stared at him in wonder for reciting the edicts of a now dead world.
Reflector turned to watch his partner go, his camera lens zooming in to make sure that the larger bot was completely gone. Then he turned his unfaltering gaze back on the human, though even for a robot with no real face to speak of, he still managed to look nervous now that he was alone with the little alien creature.
'Well then.' She thought, watching the retreating frame of Barricade. It seems whatever interested he'd held, she'd managed to lose, and at the moment she couldn't decide whether that was good or bad… just like the beginning. 'Guess it kind of cancels out.' She wasn't any worse, or better off.
Pursing her lips she turned to look down -- that still felt strange -- at the wiry mech. Much more mild mannered than his accidental link partner, like a puppy. A kicked puppy. "Well, Reflector, guess I'll go ahead and head off back to work… Never really gotten to anything today yet anyway, but, ah…" She pauses. The mech looked nervous, enough so that it was in her head not to make any sudden movements, but she didn't want to ditch without extending a hand first. "Feel free to drop by sometime, if you want. Nice to meet you, Ref." With that she stuffed her hand in her pocket, absently plucking at the rip where Barricade's blades had torn, and shifted around for the repair bay.