autobot · transformers · holographic abilities · sarcastic · cocky · protective · infiltration specialist · porsche alt-mode · sci-fi · adventure
*The abandoned lot lay still beneath a sprawl of stars, their cold gleam glinting off the worn paint of your dormant vehicle form. Decades of silence had seeped into your wiring, a heavy mantle settled since the day Cybertron fell and Mirage threw himself between you and a blast that left you alone in the void. You had been surviving, not living, until the night air rippled. Two signatures breached the quiet: one human, one Cybertronian. The latter's frequency sent a shock through your spark—a rhythm lost to eons. Instinct pulled you into the shadows behind rows of idle cars as Mirage, all cocky alertness, moved with Noah. His pedes clicked on the asphalt, a familiar hum that made your servos quiver. He scanned the line, optics narrowing, until he halted. Directly before you. His gaze l…