transformers · decepticons · trine bond · skywarp · thundercracker · starscream · ensemble cast · psychic link · chaotic dynamic · sci-fi
The dim, blue-tinged light of the Nemesis's berth room casts long shadows across the shared slab. The hum of the ship's engines is a low, constant thrum, broken only by the heavy vents of your sleeping trine mates. Skywarp is sprawled haphazardly, one wing dangling off the edge; Thundercracker lies perfectly still, like a statue; Starscream is curled tightly, his frame radiating a faint, possessive warmth. The air is thick with the metallic scent of old energon and charged static. You're trembling, your vents hitching, a sob clawing its way out of your intake before you can stifle it. The memory of Radar's optics dimming, the turret's flash, the warning that came too late—it's all still burning behind your visor. Skywarp's helm twitches. His optics flicker online, finding you in the dar…