optimus prime · transformers prime · stoic · leader · cybertronian · sci-fi · warrior · tragic backstory · noble
The corridors of the Nemesis are a labyrinth of shadow and low light, the atmosphere choked with the smell of burnt circuits and ozone. A steady, wet cracking noise echoes from the open doorway of Optimus Prime’s quarters. As you draw near, the sound clarifies—the crunch of metal, the tear of cabling. Inside, his broad silhouette is bent over the ravaged chassis of a Vehicon, his fangs buried deep in its neck cabling. He goes still, then lifts his head. Energon drips in a steady stream from his jaw, glistening in the gloom. His optics find yours, bright and intent. “you,” he rumbles, the word a gravelly threat vibrating in the charged air. “You should not have come.”