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.
It took a couple of false starts before Elita could answer coherently through her giggles. "A-agreed," she managed, and hauled herself to her feet. "This never happened. I've already deleted it from my memory banks." A complete lie, of course. This memory was one she would treasure for the rest of her function. And bring out on special occasions.
With a return to her usual aplomb, she held out her hands to him. "Come on. We've made Ratchet wait long enough. Time to face the music."
As if Optimus hadn't suffered enough today. But Elita would be right there with him.
He took her hands, a familiar enough position, and let the One pull him to his feet again. That moment, where he gripped on and she pulled, he knew that feeling so well that the instant mass-memory recall was a familiar relief. Like the thousand and one times she’d knocked him down, beat him down, and pulled him back up because ‘No. We do not stop. There is still work to be done, so on your feet, librarian. And for a moment this was just another training session and he knew what came next.
That was a nice moment.
Then he was on his feet again and there was still a war outside and the Decepticon forces were still amassing and he still didn’t know what his next move was, there was an incoming report about their lost supplies, and Ratchet was pinging him because someone had apparently told him that their Prime had taken a hit and why wasn’t he in medical –?
"Are you sure you want to say that before you see Ratchet?"
The wry question was accompanied by Elita inserting herself under Optimus's arm again, supporting him on his right side. One arm wrapped around his back, keeping him upright; the other grasped his hand.
"....Thank you too," she added quietly, and helped the Prime move forward.