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.
Cleaver tipped her helm, optics narrowed on the backwards-walking mech as she thought. Ironhide was a soldier, and the marks on his armour only indicated a fraction of the violence that his life had seen. To survive the war for this long in active conflict, intentionally placing yourself in danger, meant steel bearings, a mean resolve and honed skills in taking and inflicting violence. Of course they'd be intimidating.
She knew, logically, that Ironhide had those traits, and the idea of Ironhide being sent to interrogate this smiling mech through the intimidation of his massive weaponry and sheer presence was intellectual sense. But in no 'verse could she actually visualise it.
Finally, and lacking anything meaningful to say, Cleaver just smirked, "reckon it might've helped if you'd've been a femme?"
Jazz tripped. He caught himself, of course, in a backwards stumble that he turned into a dancing turn and an eventual not-entirely-smooth lean against the cave wall. He was laughing by then, a rich, easy laugh that was only fed by trying to IMAGINE such a thing.
If he'd been a.... Given Ironhide? Oh, Primus....
Jazz throttled the laugh down to a chortle. "You know...it might! We're lucky the 'Cons never figured that out!" He grinned at Cleaver as they continued on.
Five steps later he continued, "Well, now you've got me THINKING ABOUT IT." He admitted that there was this one time...well, and that other one...if she'd like to hear about them?