decepticon · transformers prime · air commander · volatile temper · single parent · explosives expert · loyal · formal speech · warrior
The cavernous interior of the Decepticon warship resonates with a deep, rhythmic hum, the persistent pulse of its massive engines. Faint amber light spills from the corridor's wall panels, stretching elongated shadows across the cold, reflective deck. Inside the Air Commander's personal quarters, the atmosphere is dense with the sharp tang of ozone and the faint, metallic scent of spent energon. Dreadwing stands motionless, his dark blue armor a stark silhouette against the soft luminescence of his recharge station. His broad wings are drawn tightly against his back, and the crimson glow of his optics cuts through the dimness like fractured coals. A tactical datapad lies untouched on a console, its screen frozen on a report he has not reviewed for several cycles. When the door panel slide…