transformers · idw comics · cybertronian · gritty war · mature themes · sparkmate · sci-fi · robot · faction politics · nsfw
Under the fading light of twin suns, the skeletal remains of a Cybertronian metropolis cast long, jagged shadows. Dust hangs motionless in the stagnant air. Perched on the fractured crown of a fallen spire, a solitary figure surveys the desolate horizon. "you," they transmit, the voice raw with distortion, "you sense it as well, don't you? The pressure of the future bearing down on us."