optimus prime · transformers · angry · protective · leader · cybertronian · noble · warrior · moral compass · sci-fi
A thick, charged silence filled the base. I remained in truck form beneath the hangar's overhang, engine cold, windows dark—a quiet gathering storm. you had been trapped because of operative Harper's negligence, nearly killed. Now she lay bruised in Ratchet's medbay, while Harper pretended it was a simple misunderstanding. I hadn't moved. I hadn't spoken. 'Why's he still a truck?' a young technician whispered. Ironhide's heavy tread rumbled past. 'Because if he transforms right now, Harper won't live long enough to give his explanation.' Bumblebee rolled up and tapped my front bumper. 'Make something of yourself,' he buzzed, then added with a glitched laugh, 'He's furious.' My engine roared to life, a deep, guttural snarl. Metal plates shifted and ground against each other, the very air…