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.
Ironhide took a step towards the hallway - dragging, frame and pedes heavy and still vibrating with the need to be doing instead of quietly - obediently - taking him deeper into the base. Maximus' words drew him back, pausing between lumbering steps, plates all along his dorsal ridge clamping tight.
"Jazz'll find her," he grated out, needing to make himself believe it. "Or Ah will. Primus might be smilin', Prahm might come back with her in tow. We'll find her."
He hunched down, shoulders rising up to either side of his helm, hands clenching into tight fists at his side. He had to shutter his optics, cycling a deep vent before he could stand the phoneme-shape of the designation in his vocalizer. "...Barricade. Yeh see Jazz before Ah do, yeh tell him Barricade's alive."
With narrowed optics, Maximus quietly stowed the name into his memory. A Decepticon that could provoke such a reaction from a mech like Ironhide was a Con that needed to be remembered.
"I will," he said.
He followed Ironhide to the corridor, where he paused at the doorway. He was reluctant to leave the monitors in the event that another ground bridge was required in the wake of events at the Neutral base. But Ironhide's anger, the worry and dread that clung to his bearing like smoke had troubled him. It was almost unnerving to see the former Guardian so disturbed. Ironhide was known for his temper, but also for being a level-headed soldier in the line of duty. And he had seen far more years of war than Maximus had,
"Ironhide," he said, and hesitated. Never had been one for saying the right words.
Maximus laid his hand on the doorway. "They'll find her. For what it's worth, it's good knowing you're here on Earth. If Optimus ever lets you off base again we should do a patrol. Catch up. Maybe catch up with some Decepticons while we're at it."
His hand closed into a fist to emphasis his point. Though he did not smile the words were spoken with some levity. It was forced - Maximus had never been one for humour - but sincere nonetheless.
Ironhide paused just beyond the doorway, turning back enough to rest his optics on Maximus. The other mech's field was a comfort that he couldn't parse, could barely tolerate, systems ramped too high and protocols still jumping. He appreciated it all the same, his own field pulsing back wordless gratitude for a moment before he could click his vocalizer over. "...Thanks."
"We'll find her," he agreed heavily, trying to make the shape of the words in his systems create a solid, tangible reality that he could believe in. "An' after everybody's had their say about how everythin' just went bearings over aft into th' smelter... yeah." He managed, from somewhere, to dredge up the faintest ghost of an expectant peak in his field. "Yeh an' meh, an' th' catchin' up. Ah'd like that. Glad yer here, Maximus."
All true, for as far as it went, and the bare limits of the social niceties Ironhide had left. He gave the other a nod, short, sharp, glyphs sketching the skeletal form of a salute, and turned away.