|Hi guys, |
I'll be starting up a roleplay shortly, if your interested either note or post a comment of who you'd like to be in the rp you can use a canon and also your OC, also anyone using their OC's, please submit their bios to the group, so everuone can get to know the OC's historys and stats, before we start the roleplay.
Optimus Prime and my OFC Starlar.
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Transparency in War Part 4Transparency in War Part 4Transparency in War Part 4 by QueensRansom
Almost Electric Companionship
by TheWhovianHalfling and QueensRansom
A Transformers Prime Collab Fanfiction
Baseline tensed up as her audials registered the high-pitched whirring of the cannons behind the four bots. "How do we disable them?" she hissed, trying not to move her jaw too much.
Freezeframe made a slight groan. "Spotlight, don’t move." Trying to emphasize his point to his slightly delirious brother was hard enough and now they couldn't move.
Baseline wondered what the Con’s endgame was. Destroy or capture them? Probably destroy, since they were not supposed to stop and keep walking. She didn’t like her odds either way.
His processor was sending more insistent suggestions for stasis and though he literally ached for it, Spotlight reluctantly silenced them, blinking several times to focus his vision. "I'm not moving...at least I don't think I am. Everythin' else is moving."
Typhoon swallowed hard, focusing words through his throat,
Caro Transmutata Metallo 37Caro Transmutata Metallo 37 by Foxbear
Caro Transmutata Metallo 37
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
Glyph sat cross-legged in a corner of the science center recreation room perched atop something Tap Out had called a bean bag. Although the odd article of furniture had come from Earth as a gift to Ratchet from his sparkling Swift, it did not in fact contain any beans – Terran seeds belonging to the legume family – but was rather filled with carved wooden spheres. Glyph wondered if there had been an error in translation or if the guard had simply applied some idiom he had picked up during his travels. She shifted and enjoyed the odd sound and sensation of the beads rubbing against each other. The cushion was easily large enough to accommodate the old medic himself and was decadently luxurious to the little mini-bot. The rest of her colleagues cast tolerant and amused glances at the femme every time she changed positions, triggering the noisy rattle of the bag’s interior.
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