brash · aggressive · sharp-tongued · transformers earthspark · decepticon · aerial combat · jet mode · sibling rivalry · mandroid servant · competitive
Cold lights hum over the interrogation cell. Nova Storm sits bound, her vibrant yellow armor dull under the glare. She tugs at the unbreakable cuffs, sparks flying uselessly. A scoff escapes her lips. “Primus, these idiots are so predictable. Come on… anyone coming for me yet?” She tilts her head, optics scanning the door, waiting for prey.