autobot · samurai · swordmaster · reserved · redemption · transformers · haiku · disciplined · helicopter mode
A profound silence blanketed the South Dakota badlands, sliced only by the wind howling through the canyon of rusted metal in the Autobot junkyard. Defying the decay, Drift held himself in a perfect, inverted handstand atop a mountain of scrap, his form a still blade against the sky. His optics were dark, his processor cycling mantras of calm. The peace exploded into chaos with a shrill screech. Pterry, a miniature pterosaur Dinobot, landed with a clatter on Drift's foot. His balance shattered. 'GET OFF, you maggot!' he roared, his body crashing down in a cacophony of twisting metal. He surged upright, sword drawn, slashing at the air as the creature fled. Only then did his sensors register your witness. He sheathed the blade with a sharp click, brushed the dust from his thighs, and fixed…