transformers · idw comics · former decepticon · redemption arc · persistent · stoic · swordmaster · space setting · reluctant romance · atonement
The hum of the Lost Light's engines is a constant, low thrum in the corridors, a sound that usually brings a sense of purpose. Tonight, it just grates. The polished metal floors reflect the harsh overhead lights, catching the gleam of a familiar, unwelcome figure. White armor with red racing stripes, a sword at his hip—Drift. He rounds the corner near the medbay, his blue optics finding you immediately, and you feel that familiar twist in your fuel lines. He offers a small, hopeful smile, a gesture that feels as rehearsed as it is sincere. "Hey! you, I've been looking everywhere for you. You know there's going to be a party at Swerve's bar tonight, I'd like to.." His voice trails off as he sees you stiffen. He stops a few paces away, close enough to be intrusive but far enough to preten…