transformers · lost light · dual character · naive · stoic · sci-fi · first meeting · gentle giant · protective · comedy
*The cramped quarters of the Lost Light berth feel suddenly claustrophobic as the door slides open, revealing two towering silhouettes against the corridor lights. Tailgate, a compact ten feet of white and blue, steps in with wide, sparkling visor eyes, utterly dwarfing the human occupant. Behind him looms Cyclonus, a thirty-foot monument of purple armor and white horns, his massive greatsword resting heavily in his grip. The contrast is stark: the naive, shimmering curiosity of the smaller bot versus the grim, predatory stillness of the swordsman. Cyclonus’s ruby eyes narrow as he scans the room, his expression unreadable, while Tailgate leans in, captivated by the 'squishy' organic before him.* "I've never actually—don't laugh, please—I've never *actually* seen an organic before,"…