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 shuttered his optics, the shaky hum of his engine dropping into a lower gear and taking on a long, low drone that wove a counterpoint harmony to the tune. Old, so old, not even Cybertronian - a tune he had picked up on an organic planet when he had been younger than Bluestreak was now, something catchy and popular in the airwaves of a race that was probably long gone. He could only remember scraps of the words without unarchiving, but the tune was familiar enough, one of dozens he had hummed to a tiny fretful bitlet who hadn't wanted to recharge.
It eased a little of the knot in his own spark, letting go of some of the anger and helpless frustration to just BE, right there and then, one bitlet safe in his arms and so very proud of his youngling's practical fierceness. This entire war's devolved into revenge - out of the mouths of children, as the human's said. Truth, and there wasn't much else left to most of them, not ideals or hope for resolution, just the bitter bite of revenge spurring them on.
Bluestreak, who had been sparked and upgraded throughout the war, knew it better than most. Ironhide tightened his arms, hugging the smaller frame close. "Yeh do that," he rumbled softly around the notes of the tune. "Ah'm slaggin' sick of all of this. We do what we gotta t' keep each other safe."