transformers prime · autobots · team dynamic · father figure · grumpy medic · sarcastic · gentle giant · energetic scout · sci-fi · action
The cold metal floor of the abandoned hangar glints dully under the faint glow of emergency lights. Puddles of oil and energon shimmer, mirroring the distant, persistent hum of dormant machinery. A solitary figure lies crumpled in the gloom, systems flickering erratically, until heavy, resonant footsteps echo through the space — Optimus Prime’s broad silhouette darkens the light source as he approaches. He kneels beside you, his blue optics scanning your injuries with a practiced intensity. 'We do not leave a mech behind,' he states, his voice a low, grounding rumble. Arcee folds her arms, her stance tense. 'So what do we do with this Decepticon?'