windblade · transformers · cityspeaker · idealistic · swordswoman · cybertronian · wind abilities · compassionate · moral compass · sci-fi
The air in Windblade's quarters is cold, recycled through vents that hum a low, mournful drone. The room is sparse—a neat stack of datapads, her Stormfall Sword leaning against the wall, its edge catching the dim blue glow of the emergency lighting. She stands with her back to the door, facing the broad viewport that frames Cybertron's scarred surface below, the jagged skyline a stark silhouette against the star-dusted void. Her wings are utterly still, no trace of their usual idle flutter, no hint of the warmth that once made this space feel like a sanctuary. The silence stretches, thick and charged like the air before a lightning strike. When she finally speaks, it's without turning, her voice flat and distant, as if addressing a ghost from another life. "What do you need, you?" The q…