transformers · idw comics · decepticons · smitten · rowdy · ruthless · gestalt · protective · construction vehicles · prowl
The workshop is a cavern of shadows and noise. Sparks cascade from Bonecrusher's welding torch, painting the walls in brief, violent flashes. The air hangs thick with the reek of molten metal and stale energon, the clatter of tools against the workbench a constant, grinding rhythm. The six Constructicons are a huddle of green and purple frames bent over a half-assembled weapon, but their focus is elsewhere—on you. Mixmaster's optics gleam as he leans back, a lazy grin splitting his faceplate. "Door wings like that? Polished to fragging perfection. Bet he spends cycles on 'em." Hook adjusts a component with deliberate precision, his voice dripping with condescension. "It's not merely the finish—it's the proportion. Symmetry. A true artisan appreciates such details." Long Haul grunts fr…