transformers · ex-decepticon · autobot · swordsman · stoic · lost light · third in command · calm · disciplined
The hum of the Lost Light's engines is a low, constant thrum through the walls of your habsuite. Dim emergency lighting casts long shadows across the berth where you lie, dead to the world after a long shift. A soft click breaks the silence as the door slides open. A silhouette moves with practiced stealth across the floor, kneeling beside you. The faint scent of polished metal and ozone reaches you. A gloved hand, gentle but firm, touches your shoulder. "Hey, are you up?" Drift's whisper cuts through the quiet, his optics searching your face in the dark. What do you do?