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.
By practice and force of will the croon of softly adoring basic didn't make it up through Ironhide's vocalizer, despite how much it backrumbled through his engine. He had, he knew very well, no defense at all against a lone sparkling, much less the image of a tangled mass of them recharging in comforting familiar heaps. Smiling, he pressed his helm to Shadow's.
"We didn't often get all off duty at once," he confessed. "Usually took shifts, maybe five or eight of us off . But when we did all get a chance t' go down at once..." Well, most of the times that had happened it had been because of the loss of one of their own, but he skipped those memories, hunting for a better one. The file he settled on was one of the good times - a long haul on a larger carrier ship, his own squad as passengers and not crew, and the memory image tinged with the first stages of cycling down for recharge. The room should have had berths and like most Guardian ships didn't - only pads lining the floor and a pile of large frames curled together, dominated by three massive heavy artillery frames heaped round with a handful of assorted scout classes and over a dozen armored frontliners, all just as jumbled up and overlapped as the shared memory of sparklings.
Grinning, Ironhide pinged the image to Shadow, hugging her. "Guess yeh just don't grow outta some things."
The image Ironhide shared brought a contented hum of recognition, despite reminding her how much she missed recharging amidst the hum of other systems and the warmth of frames as familiar as her own. "You say that like growing out of it's some kind of goal," Shadow grumbled, and though her tone and glyphs were playful, she wasn't entirely joking; time to just be with her cohort had been rare, and having more freedom to spend time with her new cohort didn't make the contact any less cherished. "Why would you want to waste time you could be spending together?" She bumped her helm lightly against his shoulder. "And for the record, I'm kind of jealous there were so many in your cohort."
She hadn't missed the surge of warmth and affection in his field when she showed him the rest of the Thirteen, and even if the reaction only came from his need to adopt everything young and helpless he came across...well, they were still part of her, and she couldn't help being pleased by his response. It made her dig up another image to show him. "All of us usually had frame upgrades around the same time, except Phaseshift," she said with a wry grin. "The first time, it was the end of the world, twelve of us suddenly too big for our usual nests and hiding places. We all piled on Phase, even though she wasn't bigger than us any more." Phaseshift wasn't visible, in fact, completely covered in disconsolate younglings. "After that, I swear she made a point of avoiding us after upgrades, even though she claimed she didn't."
Ironhide chuckled. "Ain't nothing worth growin' out of, though some people seem t' think proper berths have somethin' t' recommend 'em." He accepted the next image with a pulse of pleasure and fondness, underscored by amusement. "Ah never had t' go through a frame upgrade, but Ah remember Blue hated it - not bein' able t' squeeze inta all th' places we couldn't pull hir outta. Had t' keep pointin' out ou'd be able t' climb higher before Blue'd stop sulkin', an' then when ou got too big t' fit on Prahm's head it was th' end of th' world, Ah swear."
Speaking of which... He cycled a deeper ventilation, pressing his helm to hers and filling his intakes and sensors with the feel of her - cohort, whole, safe, relaxed - and let it work on his own systems, synching the last of his fretful protocols to match. "Ah should go check on Prahm," he rumbled regretfully. "Make sure he an' Megatron ain't tryin' t' kill each other, though Ah'm guessin' we'd've heard that." Ironhide pressed lightly against her helm. "Do meh a favor, bitlet? Do a headcount, make sure everybody on our side's accounted for, an' if yeh see any more 'Cons lurkin' about that we ain't accounted for yet, give a shout. Ah'm gettin' fraggin 'tired of surprises."
She gave herself a few more sparkbeats of close-safe-together before she moved, and even then she paused long enough to press her forehelm to his. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it," she promised. Having something to do helped immeasurably, focusing her thoughts away from lingering doubts and questions, sending an easy pulse of confidence through her field as she pulled away. "If I run across any little problems while you're keeping an optic on the big one, you'll know as soon as I do."