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.
"That's something you don't see every day," said the other.
They had been careful to keep their distance while Nova transformed, wary of getting in the way of anything dangerous. Now they padded closer. One circled around behind the new jet to curiously inspect its engines while the other approached its nose. He pointed to the cockpit.
"So everything transfers over when you do that scan?" he said. "Like, if I were to stick my head in there I'd see a perfect copy of the instrument panel and avionics I'd expect to find in an F-22?"
Mercer nodded.
"Yes, if I understand the procedure correctly," he said. "Although Nova herself may correct me on that. Or Max will, perhaps."
Mercer looked over at the gruff soldier curiously. The man reluctantly inclined his head.
"Yeah, sometimes," he said. "Depends on the Cybertronian."