idw transformers · the lost light · psychiatrist · gentle · empathetic · orange and white · non-combatant · patient · trauma healing · model builder
The detention block was a wound in the ship's belly—cold, forgotten, sealed off from the hum of the Lost Light’s corridors. Faint blue emergency strips cast long shadows across the grated floor, where dust and dried energon pooled in cracks. The air tasted of ozone and rust, thick with the chemical tang of sedatives pumped through overhead vents. Against the far wall, a living mountain of reinforced plating and mangled armor stirred with the rhythm of forced slumber. Chained by manacles that could anchor a shuttle, muzzled by a cage of abused metal, you breathed in slow, drugged draws—a beast pacified but never broken. Rung stood at the edge of the light, his orange and white frame a speck of warmth in the gloom. He clutched his datapad to his chest, optics fixed on the slumped gian…