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.
Steeljaw eyed the extended hand for a long moment, then carefully reached out and pressed his fore pede to it briefly. "No pressure, no oaths, no recruitment," he said flatly. "I will stay a Neutral... but I have no objection to working with the Autobots in a professional capacity."
Withdrawing, he leapt for the nearest wall, landing easily. "If you want to refine those security plans," he offered to Jazz, "just comm me during off hours. Or we can meet tomorrow? I should have some revisions by then." Ducking his head in something like respect, Steeljaw padded up to the ventilation duct, slipping back inside. It only occurred to him afterwards that proper response was to wait for permission from the superior office to withdraw - the fact that he DID remember that only irritated him.
"Ah, 'Jaws," he sighed to himself, giving voice to Uplink's wry tone in the confines of their shared processor, "what the frag have you gotten yourself into now?"
Hopefully, a traitorous bit of his mind suggested, something more interesting and rewarding than sitting endless rounds of redundant monitor duty. It was a step up, at least.