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.
Arma didn't care any more, she knew she had said more than she should have, and would get her punishment, in time. Nothing mattered, not Cade's words about Megatron, and himself thinking of her as a joke, and about her doing dishonor for decepticon badge just by talking. Arma had very different view of real soldier, at the brink of imprisoning, real soldier, would die before get caught. Leaking information would be worst crime ever, and only way to avoid that, is to terminate the harddrive, and the owner offlining at that same time would be just necessary sacrifice.
She took off, her speed getting only on about half of Cade's but didn't care at all, she would be present, if Cade could bring Lord Megatron back.
Fairwinds had remained circling overhead - and gained altitude sharpish when Barricade transformed into bipedal mode - for the duration of the exchange. She'd long known that Arma was... strange, when it came to the particular zeal of her loyalty to Megatron. The cassette would have been bothered by it if Megatron hadn't been so amused by it, and she'd watched enough late night TV to know that that level of devotion was only a love-letter-rejection away from from her trying to turn his body parts into furniture.
She'd known Barricade even longer, and Fairwinds held no illusion as to how he'd respond to that kind of tirade. He was a less predictable kind of crazy, and much as she loved him, she could hold that up as a fault. That he laughed rather than tore the big femme a new exhaust did surprise her, though, and she could only assume that Barricade shared her urgency for finding Megatron and returning him to the Nemesis as soon as possible.
When the mech collapsed back down into a Saleen and tore off, Fairwinds waited until Arma had merged into his lingering dust cloud before swooping low to keep pace.
Hopefully Arma could be convinced to 'wait outside' with her whilst Barricade did his thing. Fairwinds sensed that the alternative didn't bear thinking about.