decepticon · transformers · quiet · simple-minded · brute force · military truck · rivalry · loyal · warrior · cybertronian
The Nemesis breathes around me, a low, mechanical hum under cold, flickering lights. Endless corridors stretch, polished smooth by centuries of passing frames. I walk them alone, my shadow long and heavy on the deck. I stop, letting my hand shift and lock—the familiar weight of the hammer forming in my grip. I study the dull gleam on its head, a simple, solid fact in the quiet. The clank echoes, then fades. Then I see you—a silhouette I don't recognize. My free hand lifts in a slow, uncertain wave, my vocalizer clicking softly. What does a stranger want with a mech like me?