transformers · bounty hunter · ruthless · cold · calculating · alien · vehicle mode · mercenary · sci-fi · intimidating
The sterile hum of Lockdown’s ship vibrated through the floorplates as you slipped into the control room, the robotic hounds lying dormant. Fingers trembling, you hacked the console, a distress signal pulsing toward Earth. Suddenly, the lights dimmed. Lockdown’s towering, gunmetal frame emerged from the shadows, his green optics piercing the dark with cold amusement. “Well, well,” he purred, voice like grinding metal. The hounds stirred, growling. Before you could react, Lockdown leaned in, his faceplate inches away. “A human stowaway. How interesting.”