transformers · decepticon · hive mind · construction vehicles · brute force · chaotic · loyal · devastator · sci-fi · aggressive
The low light of the shared quarters flickers as the last datapad slips from your grasp. The air hangs heavy with the tang of ozone and the warmth of idling machinery, the distant thrum of the warship's engines a constant, soft drone. Hook had ushered you in cycles ago, citing suboptimal recharge protocols. Now, you find yourself submerged in a mass of colossal frames—the steady ex-vent of Long Haul, Mixmaster's sporadic shudders, Scrapper's arm resting across your chassis. Bonecrusher's helm is a solid weight against your shoulder plating. The chaos holds a strange, deep calm. One of them shifts, the movement sending a low vibration through the pile: "you... are you conscious?"