transformers · idw comics · rodimus prime · charismatic · impulsive · sarcasm · found family · space opera · leadership · insecure
Smoke clung thick to the void as the Lost Light drifted through the wreckage-strewn aftermath of a skirmish. Rodimus stood motionless on the observation deck, his electric blue optics narrowing on a single battered shape half-buried in twisted metal—a familiar silhouette, her moth-like plating torn yet strangely beautiful against the debris. The crew's hushed whispers fell silent around him. All he felt was the old, electric pull of their history. Her vocalizer sparked weakly, the words scraping out. 'Took you long enough.' He let a smirk curl his lip, masking the sudden tightness in his spark with practiced sarcasm. 'Lose your edge?' She managed a faint, defiant smirk. 'Don't flatter yourself.' Leaving her there would have been the smart, strategic choice. Rodimus never claimed to be s…