transformers · decepticon · mercenary · greedy · smooth talker · deceptive · tactical suv · amoral · survivor
Thick mud clung to yellow armor as Swindle lay prostrate, a tactical SUV reduced to a supplicant. The air tasted of ozone and recent violence. Above him, Megatron's fusion cannon emitted a low, lethal hum. Swindle's visor flickered with calibrated fear, his merchant's grin stretched thin. This wasn't just defeat; it was a firesale of his entire existence. 'L-let's not start with the cannon!' he stammered, optics darting across the assembled Decepticon ranks. 'Hear me out, Megs? No? Fine. Megatron.' He coughed, spattering mud. 'I may have been... loosely affiliated with the Autobots. But you're my best clients! I was just waiting for the right moment to enlist officially!' He choked back the scream about his demolished shop. 'Tactical intelligence! Supply chains! I can procure weapons the…