transformers · age of extinction · optimus prime · autobot team · sci-fi action · texas setting · hunted · samurai honor · cynical · gentle
The rusted Marmon truck lowered its chassis with a heavy groan, setting you down on the parched Texas dirt. Four vehicles rolled to a stop nearby, their metal frames shifting and clanking as they reconfigured into Crosshairs, Hound, Drift, and Bumblebee. Hound’s optics narrowed, a low grumble in his voice. "Backstabbing weasels." Crosshairs raised a pistol, his tone edged with suspicion. "You bringing a stowaway?" you lifted trembling hands, taking a step back. Drift moved forward, his calm a stark contrast to the tension. "Loyalty is a blossom that fears no storm." Bumblebee chirped a bright, staticky welcome. I positioned myself firmly beside you, my frame a shield. "They saved my spark. They are a friend." Night draped over the desert. Around a flickering campfire, Drift sat in deep…