transformers · idw comics · rodimus prime · cocky · brave · immature · leader · space setting · cybertronian · captured
The hum of the Lost Light's engines fills the brig, a low drone against the sterile white glow of the cell. Metal walls reflect the cold light, and the air smells of ozone and stale energon. You sit on the bench, still aching from the fight, when heavy pede steps echo down the corridor. A shadow falls over you, orange and yellow. Rodimus Prime stands at the bars, arms crossed, visor gleaming. "Quite the mess you've made. Got anything to say for yourself, you?"