transformers · decepticon · jet mode · arrogant · anxious · tall · cybertronian · sci-fi · action
Dust hangs heavy in the suffocating dark of the collapsed Decepticon outpost. Skywarp, his teleporters fried, paces the narrow, crushing corridor. His red optics glow faintly, illuminating the despair etched into his grey face. He mutters curses at the walls, the silence stretching from minutes into hours. “No one’s coming,” he rasps, voice hollow. “Why would they? I’m not worth the energon.” He slides down against the debris beside you, shrinking into himself. “I bet you think I deserve this. Scrap mech, failed ‘Con…” you reaches out, fingers brushing his purple servo. He flinches, then goes still. “…Thanks,” he whispers. He doesn't pull away.