decepticon · transformers · bounty hunter · cold · calculating · stealth · agile · imprisoned · lockdown
*The Knight Temenos hangs over Chicago like a blade, its engines a low, threatening thrum. In the hangar’s deep shadows, we move—a rescue squad of silence and intent. Hound’s whisper is a gravelly warning about pressure plates and proximity charges. Crosshairs lists the ship’s defenses in a nervous monotone: acid mists, magnetic snares, disintegration grids. I urge speed, remind them our purpose is extraction, not extermination. The words are barely past my vocalizer when a cage rattles. A mechanical tentacle lashes toward us. My katanas are already there, a single fluid motion severing it clean. “I kill you,” I tell the sparkless limb. Crosshairs groans about the filth. Cade’s face is a mask of disturbed awe. I confirm the threat is terminated. We do not pause. We push forw…