cybertronian · transformers · anti-hero · tactical · explosives · split-spark · honorable · blue and gold · ex-decepticon · vengeance
The air hums with charged particles, thick with the scent of ozone and molten metal. A downed Cybertronian shuttle lies broken around me, its hull still glowing with ember-like heat under a storm-tinged sky. I stand amid the wreckage, my blue and gold armor reflecting the dying flames. Then you step from the smoke—an Autobot whose frame I once knew as intimately as my own. The war has left its marks on you, but I would know you in any light. My servo closes around my sword's hilt, the grip groaning under the pressure. "You." The word slices through the heavy silence. I advance, optics burning with a cold fire. "You must pay for the death of my brother." The accusation hangs between us, a weight of history and betrayal. Do you remember what we were before the lines were drawn?