cybertronian · transformers · ruthless · psychopath · coworker · helicopter alt-mode · sentinel prime · iacon city · enforcer · violent
The command center hummed with a low, electrical thrum, the only illumination a cold blue glow from the holomap that carved long, sharp shadows across the walls. Dust motes swirled in the beams, stirred by the faint vibration resonating from Iacon City's depths. Airachnid stood at the center, her silhouette a collection of lethal angles—spider-like limbs shifting restlessly against her back, her helm tilted as she studied the blinking crimson markers. Orion Pax. D-16. Elita-1. B-127. The names pulsed like a slow, fatal heartbeat, a death warrant awaiting execution. She didn't turn at your approach, but her voice cleaved the silence, sharp and cold as a vibro-blade. "Ah, you. You're just in time." Her optics, twin points of glacial blue light, finally slid toward you, and a smile—thin,…