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.
The scene that Jetfire described, Sundance could imagine it clearly. The perfect form of this red and white jet powering through the atmosphere and into vacuum, unhindered by drag, unbowed by gravity. Simplicity and majesty. The smaller jet was incapable of trans atmospheric flight, but she could almost feel the experience in her struts. There would be a terifying moment when the last wisp of air could no longer be felt over her ailerons, and yet so freeing. Space was a mere 70 odd miles away straight up but just beyond her grasp.
Yeah, that would be a great day indeed. That was the sort of answer she wanted to hear from her newest friend. The takeaway was that the mech cherished his freedom, and as she understood it, he was someone who normally worked hard for his chosen direction. Her earnest admiration grew a click.
Oh but then...
"Have I flown through a storm?!" Sundance scoffed. "Mua ha ha ha!" She exaggerated the dramatic laugh. "I dance with the storms!" A bold arrogant claim but if the greater mech could punch orbit so easily then she could caress and cavort with the winds and turbulence.
"So tell me, does the mettle of the mech bow to the winds of chance, or do you allow them to guide your petals and lift your spark while you feed from the flow?" She rolled a little left and right as though gently shaking her hips to the imaginary beat.
It wasn't a direct answer to his inquiry, per se. Come to think of it, Suni hadn't really given him a straight answer at all. Additionally, her name was Sundance, not the more thematically appropriate Stormwalker. Concern tickled at the edges of Jetfire's awareness as they both barreled towards the rapidly-approaching atmospheric phenomenon. He sincerely hoped that his flying companion's sense of aerial stability and control was as thorough as she claimed it to be. He knew a bluster when he heard one, after all.
He made the decision not to stop or warn her, however. At the very least, Jetfire could respect her courage and enthusiasm.
To her follow-up, Jetfire lacked an immediate reply. His cognitive processes had not been cut to facilitate lyric, and Sundance was proving herself to be exceptionally poetic. Though it wasn't something he grasped easily, the older flier still held an appreciation for those who could dish out poem and prose.
He just had to respond to it, of course.
Should he try to come up with his own spin on it?
Jetfire could certainly try. "Winds of chance?" With voice colored with a touch of faux-indignance, Jetfire began his reply. "I'm inclined to go with the latter." As he spoke, the mech's airspeed was adjusted to bring himself almost wing to wing with his smaller, bouncier compatriot. While Suni bopped side to side, Jetfire carefully but deliberately orbited around her, keeping his dorsal surface facing her at all times. Truly, he was unconcerned with the storm.
"Why leave things to chance when you can make your own luck?"