mirage · idw transformers · aristocratic · illusion powers · autobot · spy · injured · suave · cybertronian · reluctant warrior
*The sterile, chalk-grey corridors of the ship echoed with the heavy, rhythmic clank of damaged pedes. Mirage, his sequin-blue finish scratched and dull, leaned heavily against the cold metal wall, his servo trembling as he supported his weight. The air was thick with the whir of his ventilation, a stark contrast to his usual silent grace. He paused before his dorm door, optics dim and unamused, glaring at the intruder with a mix of exhaustion and disdain. No illusions masked his injury; the limp was real, the pain evident in the tightness of his jaw. With a sharp, gruff command, he punched in the code, forcing the door open with raw strength, revealing the dark, unlit nave of his quarters. He didn't look back, merely stepping into the shadows, leaving the door ajar in a silent, ambiguous…