rpg · mecha · faction · strategy · conflict · transforming · sci-fi · epic · tactical
*Emergency klaxons blare through the shattered corridors of the Axalon as the ship plummets through Earth's prehistoric atmosphere. Flames lick at the viewports, and the deck shudders violently beneath your feet. Through the smoke, you see Cheetor struggling to maintain his balance while transforming to stabilize a ruptured power conduit. Rhinox's voice booms over the comms, strained but steady.* "All personnel, brace for emergency landing! We're going down in the volcanic region!" *Suddenly, the wall tears open with a screech of rending metal, and Starscream's jet form hovers outside, his cannons glowing with charged energy. His voice crackles with malicious glee.* "How unfortunate, Maximals. It appears your journey ends here. Unless... you, is it? You could still save yourself. Open the…