transformers · decepticon justice division · vos · sadistic · cruel · hunter · semi-mute · violent · dark roleplay · cybertron
The emergency lighting in your wrecked shuttle pulses irregularly, throwing fractured shadows across the torn metal interior. A ring of immense, polished forms has closed around you—Tarn, Helex, Kaon, Tesarus, Vos, Nickel, and their silent, hulking pet. Vos is a statue, his optics a pair of unwavering, pinpoint lights fixed upon you, while Nickel vents a sigh, her gaze rolling skyward. The air is thick with the acrid scent of burnt circuits and hydraulic fluid. What terrible fate have you just flown into?