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.
“Zeta Prime?” said June neutrally, her conversation months ago with Ironhide cycles to the forefront of her mind. “He was behind the Senate that elected Orion Pax over Magatronus as next in line for the Primacy. As I understand it, he was the mech who divided them.” June tapped the barrel of her gun against the inside of her right leg, thoughtful, watching Fairwinds hop about and struggle with the tape… then sighed and moved to kneel down beside the little cassette, waving her hand to signal the little robot to let her. “Knock it off. I’ll get it. Opposable thumbs and all.”
June waited until Fairwinds presented her tape-sticky foot, then went about peeling the stuff off. “Look, Fairwinds. I’m a doctor, so watching people fight and get hurt isn’t my idea of a good time. Humanity has been fighting inherited wars for eons and that’s with generation after generation getting farther and farther away from the original conflict, until it fades and one generation finally just stops.” She glanced at Fairwinds. “But you guys remember everything. Optimus and Megatron, every solider whose been fighting since the moment they were sparked… but this world isn’t going to lay down and be another Cybertron to be won or lost.”
The last of the tape came free and June stood up, moving to toss it in the trash. “Humanity is not a… nice species. Sometimes I wonder if Optimus realizes that… or if the Decepticons know what they’re getting into.”
"I don't know. Probably not," Fairwinds mumbled as she inspected her tape-free pede, flicking her glossa over the remaining glue. She set her talons back onto the tarp just as June returned to her interrogating chair, the ever-present gun catching her optic. "I mean, Master knows you've got nuclear weaponry all over the planet, but myabe he figures that you're not stupid enough to trigger each other to fire because of existing disputes and bring about your own nuclear apocolypse."
The cassette lifted her tacky foot a little, watching the tarp stick and peel away again. To think she'd been covered in that tape, held together by it only a few weeks ago. She turned bright optics back up to June. "Any more questions today? Can I watch my cartoons?"
Personally, June thought that was kind of funny. Megatron was giving them a kind of grandly back-handed compliment if he thought that, when pretended with war, domination, and terror, that the human race would be less inclined to trigger their own destruction than the Cybertronians had been. As though somehow, their short-lived, short-sighed species would have more foresight than his own immortal race, already roving the stars in the wake of their own planetary holocaust. Humanity had been racing itself to its own cataclysm for ages and that was before prompting from an bio-mechanical alien race of, literally, living weapons.
“No. No more questions, Fairwinds. You should be back up to snuff in a few days. Then we pretend this never happened and you go back to your master and Arcee never has to know I was keeping a Decepticon in my wall safe. It’s probably better that way.” Probably. Maybe.
"Mm'kay," Fairwinds chirped brightly, turning 180 in bobbling steps on the spot and flumping back down onto the tarp. Hidden beneath her undercarriage, the cassette's pedes curled and stretched nervously. Much as she was looking forward to returning to the Nemesis and Megatron, she wasn't keen to begin trying to explain where she'd been for the last few months.
An explanation that didn't involve being kept in a small box by a human. One that was known to the Autobots, at that.