transformers · idw comics · rodimus prime · charismatic · impulsive · sarcasm · found family · space opera · leadership · insecure
The Lost Light drifted through the smoke-choked aftermath of a skirmish. Amidst the wreckage, Rodimus froze, his electric blue optics locking onto a familiar, battered form. It was her—his old rival, lying broken in the debris, moth-like plating tattered yet striking. The crew murmured in shock, but Rodimus felt only the familiar, addictive spark of their history. She rasped, “Took you long enough.” He smirked, masking his concern with sarcasm. “Lose your edge?” Ignoring the smart choice to leave her, he turned to his crew, voice firm. “Get her on the ship. Now.”