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.
Fairwind's optical ridge twitched upwards, belaying a slight smile better than the structure of her beak could. "Armies are as strong as their leader and as weak as their weakest soldier. We're both on the flag ship. Of course we're all only here because we could keep up."
Her talons rippled a short rhythm on his armor, tightening when she made the decision to speak. "And he waited for you."
The cassette regarded Barricade fully, both optics angled to his. "Most powerful mech in the universe, still leading the same army he conceived before the squishes on this rock even figured out mitosis, so many mecha who would lay down their lives, their anything, at his word. Two hundred years, no promises, and he knew you'd catch up. So shove that up your tailpipe and just let yourself be happy about it for a nanosecond, kay?"
Barricade pulled up on the controls, the Phantom hurdling up the wall of the valley and hooking up into the open air again, the world falling away again before planning out below the lower cloud layer, the alien world spread out beneath the ship. He eased the ship back into idle, auto pilot systems humming active as the infiltrator sat looking out at the planet and not at the little bot on his shoulder.
“I don’t do happy, little glitch, not until Prime is slag and the war is done,” said Barricade, his tone providing no particular inflection or indication about how he felt about what Fairwinds had just said – no comment on their validity or his own opinion on it. He’d been allowed to come and go as he pleased for eons and, as far as he knew, was still permitted. The core of his nature was to leave but the reverse of it was to come back and that was a pattern of behavior dating back to his days with the Maverick team of his law enforcement cohort. He paused, EMF humming thoughtfully. “But I do comprehend the risks…” and what it means to risk it for me. “Happy isn’t the word I’m going to go with for now.”
Fairwinds smirked, as used to Barricade's prickly nuances as she was to her master's ire and the feel of flight. "I'll cover the happy for you, then. That way you can stick to being cool and brooding."
Nodding back to the controls again, she gave a little bob. "So we gonna shoot something or what?"
Cade shot her a look. "No," said the Mustang with exceptional flatness in his tone. "The weapon systems are still locked. It has no auxiliary offensive drives so right now this things only defense is how tough it it, how good the pilot is, and the shielding. Shockwave got the defensive drives recharged with tech off the Nemesis but right now we've got no teeth."
He went back to manual controls. "I cant help you with the weapons, Fairwings. But I can help you pilot a bit. With or without the AI core the ship itself has personality. Get the feel of it, okay. I'll drop a few sense memory firewalls. You sync up and learn this. It's too important to mess up, Fairwinds. Understand me?"
The cassette flicked her head back with shuttered optics, sighing with overt heaviness through her vents. "Jeez, Cade - I think you've alligned with Megatron's cantankerousness." A flash of something dangerous and she flared her field with a submissive squawk, head dipping low.
She acknowledged the firewalls dropping, her systems automatically synching in with this beast of a ship, like a dog stretching to keep stride with a horse, but her head didn't rise. Finally, quietly, and without looking to Barricade: "I know how important this is - I really do. And master wouldn't have given me this task if he didn't think I could do it, and he modded me for this stuff, and he's counting on me. And so are you. And so's everyone. And I know it's stupid and small but it's important to me not to frag this up for, for more than just winning the war." Her optics narrowed to black, and now she did look at him. "And if you tell Megatron I said that, don't think I won't find a way to get my beak inside your helm."
"Infiltrator," said Barricade, a smirk pulling at his mouth and slipping through his EMF as the ship curves lazily through the sky. The buzz of power moved through the massive frame, coaxing the strain from his own hydraulics. "I don't give up the secrets I don't want to. And keep your beak to yourself, glitch."
"You're all spark, 'Cade," Fairwinds remarked dryly, though not unkindly, and smiled a little. A quick ex-vent and she resettled her wings about her compact frame, tightening and relaxing them before nodding. "Okay - I'm ready."