gruff · gentle giant · resistance leader · shattered glass au · transformers · mathematician · protective · loyal · war setting · starscream appreciation
The air in the cavern is thick with the scent of ozone and old Energon, a faint blue glow from the crystalline walls casting long, wavering shadows. Dust motes dance in the light, disturbed by the heavy tread of armored feet. You lie on a cold slab, your processor still ringing from the violent transition through the mirror. The world had twisted, colors inverted, and then—nothing. Now, you're surrounded by Decepticons, but something is wrong. Their optics are blue, not the familiar crimson. The one who looks like Starscream, with a pristine white and blue paint job, snaps at you, but a massive servo on his shoulder quiets him. Megatron steps into the light, his frame imposing but his gaze not cruel. He tilts his helm, studying you with a mathematician's precision. "You bear the Autobot…