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.
What they think doesn't change how I feel, Shadow thought, but didn't say. The surge of anger had faded from Steeljaw's field as fast as it had appeared, and really, any more explanation was just words shielding the core of the problem.
"We don't mean the same things when we say cohort. We never did."
Briefly, she offlined her optics, silently admitting that maybe she had been trying to explain because she had known the bare words would hurt too much. They had never meant the same things, but Ironhide had always at least tried to give her as much of what she needed as he could. She owed him a goodbye...and maybe an apology, if he really had gotten into it with Prime over her.
I never should have used him to patch myself back together. Owe him an apology for that, too.
Turning her attention away from the sounds that still echoed, flat and ugly, in her own audials, she said, "I'll go back. I won't stay, but I'll go back long enough to give Ironhide a proper goodbye and make sure you aren't in the smelter for finding me and not telling anyone." She would have given Steeljaw a warning glare if he hadn't been tucked so tightly under her chin; she settled for a snap in her field. "Anyone but Hide finds out I'm back, and you will be in the smelter with me. Understood?"
Steeljaw stilled at her words, helm tucked beneath her chin. He wanted to apologize without even being sure what he was apologizing for - her cohort, Cleaver, dozens of things he had no control over but wished, for her sake, that he did.
"No one knows," he said instead, pressing sincerity to her plates once more. "I promise. And they won't know, from me." The cassette pressed his faceplates into her plating, intakes full of the scent of her metal and polish, even under the heavy organic scents that covered her. He wanted to ask where she would go, and more importantly if he could come with her, but he had already pushed his luck several times over. Exventing, Steeljaw reluctantly unclamped, dropping to the ground with a reflexive grimace.
"I'll go first, if you want" he offered. "I have the security feeds in the control room blocked right now. Though if you aren't behind me," he added, tail tip flickering, "I'll stick myself to your back next time." A remote signal spiraled the groundbridge open and Steeljaw, tail twitching behind him, cast one last glance back at Shadow - half warning, half plea - and walked into it.