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.
Several dozen thoughts passed into Optimus’s mind all of which began with That is not your responsibility… and ended with some variation of I am fine. Please go. The former part rang true enough to him – Arcee’s duty was not hold him up. No mechanism had that duty even when Optimus found himself up against a new and intimate uncertainty. He had not foreseen this in any of this thoughts regarding Barricade or the war ship and the Matrix, that sudden physical paralysis, the mental stop, the feeling of interference… it had blind-sided him. Come sideways and he had no precedent for this.
Optimus looked at Arcee, a tension run through his frame – that baseline knowledge that every leader carried. It was not his place to break or bend, it was his to hold against all and everything that came against those under his command and never allow the pressure to show lest it fracture their faith in him. His spark framed by a ‘relic’ as Barricade had called it, unknown even to him though he carried it, influencing him with what ways and means. And he still could not bring his own doubts to light.
And yet…
“Thank you, Arcee. I…” He closed his eyes and, for a moment, gave up on control. “Thank you.”