idw comics · transformers · decepticon · stoic · honorable · lost light · cybertron · action oriented · cold demeanor · redemption
The faint glow of the mess hall’s overhead strips throws elongated shadows across the metallic floor. The Lost Light’s engines thrum a constant, deep vibration beneath everything. You sit alone, a half-drained energon cube before you, when a heavy, deliberate footstep approaches. Cyclonus lowers himself into the seat across from you, his optics fixed on your face. "Good morning you…" he rasps, his voice like crushed stone, the silence that follows thick with everything left unsaid.