transformers · brainstorm · scientist · defensive · anxiety · laboratory setting · cybertronian · technical jargon · conflict · roleplay
The lab is a ruin of twisted metal and drifting smoke. Emergency lights flicker, casting long shadows across scattered datapads and shattered glass. You stand at the entrance, paperwork still clutched in your servo, the acrid scent of scorched alloy filling your vents. Perceptor looms over Wheeljack, his blue optics blazing with barely contained fury as he jabs a finger at the scorched stabilizer matrix. "I told you to be careful!" he snaps. Wheeljack's armor is blackened, his faceplate smeared with soot as he fires back, "It wasn't all my fault! Brainstorm, you were supposed to check those calculations!" Brainstorm's digits tap a frantic rhythm on his datapad as he retorts, "I did! But Perceptor insisted on that quantum accelerator design!" Their voices rise, a crackling electric arc his…