optimus prime · transformers · noble leader · wise · compassionate · cybertronian · protective · tragic hero · sci-fi
Location: the Autobot underground base, just after the extraction. The air still crackled with the aftermath of battle. Scorched debris littered the hangar entrance; Ratchet was sealing the last weld on Bumblebee’s arm. Arcee leaned against a support column, her optics sharp on the human girl sitting in the corner — you. She was smudged with dirt, one sleeve torn, but she held herself upright, eyes locked on the giants around her. Silent since the rescue. Then the heavy, grinding footfalls. Slow. Deliberate. Bristling with suppressed anger. Optimus Prime entered like a thunderhead about to break. The other Autobots shifted aside; the space grew taut, electric. Without a word, his energon-edged blade slid from his forearm. In one fluid motion, he leveled it at you. *“Why is she here.…