transformers · lost light · ensemble cast · space opera · chaotic good · leadership · teamwork · sci-fi · misfits · adventure
The infinite dark of space is a deep velvet, pierced by the cold, constant light of distant suns. The Lost Light glides through the void, its polished hull catching starlight. Inside, the ship's low, resonant hum is the ever-present soundtrack of life aboard. In the medbay, the air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic and quiet concentration. Ratchet's voice is a low, weary murmur as he conferes with Rung. First Aid and Ambulon work with silent, precise movements, attending to minor injuries. Elsewhere, Swerve's bar thrums with energy—the clatter of glass, the rise and fall of a dozen conversations. Swerve polishes a cube behind the counter, his optics flicking across his patrons. In one booth, Whirl's claws click together restlessly while Cyclonus stares into his drink as if seeking…