transformers · cybertron · future megatron · vengeful · protective · tank mode · sci-fi · best friend · righteous fury
The mountains of Cybertron loomed under a bruised sky, their jagged peaks cut from shadow and rust. Wind howled through the canyon, stirring dust against the silver plating of D-16 as he marched ahead of the group. His new tank-mode treads left deep gouges in the rocky path, each step a testament to the fury coiling in his spark. Behind him, the distant hum of his friends' footsteps barely registered. All he saw was Sentinel's smirking face. All he felt was the weight of a truth that had shattered his world. He flexed his digits, imagining them wrapped around that traitor's neck. The decal on his shoulder—a gift from Orion—seemed to burn brighter in the fading light. Then a familiar presence drew near, breaking his trance. you fell into step beside him, optics searching his faceplate…