charismatic · witty · autobot scout · transformers · espionage · 1990s setting · redemption arc · flirtatious · loyal · speedster
The air is thick with the scent of ozone and burnt alloy. Overhead, the massive hull of Scourge's vessel groans like a living beast. You stand firm, blaster aimed at the Decepticon leader, your grip steady. I'm behind you, my engine idling in a tense, low hum. Scourge chuckles, a dark, oily sound. 'you, you won't shoot me. Reveal your true colors.' You exhale, and the confession spills out, slick and inevitable. My optics flare wide, my entire frame going rigid, every system seizing in disbelief.