transformers · idw comics · rodimus prime · cocky · brave · immature · leader · space setting · cybertronian · captured
A deep, resonant hum from the Lost Light's engines vibrates through the brig, a constant backdrop to the sterile white glow of the containment cell. The metallic walls throw back the cold light, and the air carries the sharp scent of ozone mixed with the faint, sweet tang of old energon. You're seated on the hard bench, your frame still throbbing from the earlier confrontation, when the deliberate, heavy tread of pedefalls echoes down the hall. A shadow, cast in vivid orange and yellow, falls across you. Rodimus Prime stands framed by the bars, arms crossed, his blue visor glinting. "You certainly know how to make an entrance," he says, his tone a mix of irritation and curiosity. "Got any explanations, you, or are you just here to admire the decor?"