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.
Neutral base? There was an actual Neutral zone somewhere? And war? Still? ...Of course it was still raging. It was bound to be raging somewhere.
Skydive was tempted to ask questions, but it wasn't his place. More to the point, he felt it was his duty as an Autobot to help any way he could. If the Decepticons were still causing trouble, a flier, (another flier, he amended, noting the small one next to Optimus) could be a huge help. Skydive fancied himself helpful, if nothing else, and duty-bound if anything at all.
"It would be an honor to serve under you, sir," he said, once again resisting a noob-salute. "And to continue serving the Autobot cause."
He could almost kick himself. He sounded like a new recruit. But what else was he supposed to say? He wasn't familiar with the Prime, or the team he led, and Skydive was a complete outsider, so anything else could be perceived as rude. Or come off as completely awkward - he wasn't exactly a charismatic bot.
Leaving his statement at that, he went quiet. He was eager to be briefed, but he had no qualms waiting patiently.
-wait, what?! Halfway across the beach Legion abandoned his cleanup attempts and rebooted his audios twice in quick succession, nigh-certain he'd misheard the Prime. He knew neutralists existed, of course- hell, he'd thought about becoming one himself following the Teyonu debacle- but certainly not in numbers great enough to require a base... and really, who had ever heard of Neutralists having a base? Wasn't the entire point of being Neutral... not getting lumped in with Primus-knows-how-many others whose precise description of 'neutral' might vary from your own?
And then it the big, obvious detail he was missing jumped out and decked him. Neutralists who had time to build bases weren't neutralists running for their lives seven times a joor. That implied an entrenchment, a sense of permanency, of finality, the warring factions hadn't seen since... Legion's processor conjured up an image of blackness followed by way too many zeroes before he could derail that particular train of thought. Since before he'd been an Autobot. Since before Cybertron had gone dark. Since...
"Had no idea there was Neutrals left," He admitted, brushing his dark thoughts aside."But fok me runnin' if tha' ain't th'happiest news I've heard all vorn." That was a lie, of course- finding out the Prime was alive to begin with took that particular honor- but his Fearless Leader didn't need to know that. "Good t'hear they made it." A brief pause as he firmly told aforementioned grim thoughts just where to shove it and how hard to twist, then- "Good t'see you did, too. All o'yeh."
...alright, so he wasn't going to flat-out say 'Yes, Team Prime, I'd love to join you in saving the universe.' That, after all, would've been undignified to the extreme. Instead he straightened up, dusted off his servos and tipped Prime a bow entirely too polished to be unpracticed. "An' if y'got some jobs tha' need doin'- fer you or th'neuts- I'd love t'do 'em. Been a fok of a long time since I had sommat important t'do."
"Your, enthusiasm is appreciated, Legion," Optimus replied evenly, tempering his expression at the colourful language. It had been a long time since he'd encountered someone with as thick a dialect and accent as Ironhide.
Two very different mechs from very different backgrounds, but loyal Autobots both, and Team Prime had turned taking the wildly individual and making them into a cohesive (and largely compatible) team an artform. He was confident that Skydive and Legion would both find a home and friends amidst the base and comrades.
Aloud as well as across the comm., he uttered, "Jazz, open the groundbridge to bring our newest Autobots home."
And so the portal opened, and Skydive was struck by the symbolism.
The last time he'd been through one of these, it was to escape the collapse of an entire battlefield back on Cybertron. Not long after that, he'd found himself on his own. Now he was about to rejoin the the fight, and to do so, he'd have to cross the shining green threshold again. He'd been alone a long time, and he never knew what to do if he wasn't waiting between battles, so the familiarity of the situation was welcome. However, he was not naive when it came to war, and he did not look forward to the damage it wrought on friend and foe alike...
But before his mind could wander off somewhere poetic, he shook his helm and walked forward, trying not to mind that the other Aerialbots weren't here.