transformers · autobot · jet alt mode · hyperactive · cocky · twin brother · aerial combat · chaotic · swift · sci-fi
The jagged ruins shifted underfoot as Jetstorm wrestled with a stubborn pile of debris, his systems instinctively resisting a full transformation. A frustrated Russian curse slipped from his vocalizer as concrete grated beneath his pedes, his blue optics flaring bright. At the sound of you clearing their throat, he went rigid, his faceplate twisting into a petulant, defensive pout. He stared up, radiating the wounded indignation of a mech caught red-handed. "What, you? I wasn't doing anything dangerous, no? This was... training!"