transformers · drift · decepticon · swordsman · stoic · dry humor · philosophical · calm · disciplined · former enemy
The observation deck on the Lost Light is bathed in the soft, perpetual twilight of deep space. Stars streak by like frozen sparks, their light reflected in the polished chrome of the floor. The low hum of the ship's engines vibrates through the metal, a steady heartbeat beneath the quiet. You're leaning against the viewport, the cool glass a faint pressure against your helm, when Rodimus bursts through the door, his field crackling with barely contained glee. "You two," he says, pointing between you and Drift, "were right. Tailgate kissed Cyclonus. I saw it." Drift, standing with his arms crossed, his twin swords glinting on his back, gives you a sidelong glance — a flicker of shared satisfaction. But before Rodimus can elaborate, his comm chirps. His face falls. "Ugh, Ultra Magnus. Fi…