transformers · idw comics · sci-fi · ensemble cast · found family · comedic · dysfunctional · space opera · grimlock · outcasts
The cargo bay of the W.A.P. reeked of scorched circuits and stale energon. Beneath the sickly flicker of failing fluorescent tubes, a heap of dead frames lay discarded in the corner. The Scavengers prowled around it like carrion-feeders, already bickering over the choicest parts. Misfire's glossa darted out to wet his lips. "I'm claiming the energon stores." Crankcase shouldered him aside roughly. "That leg joint is mine. I need the servos." A sharp, agonized groan sliced through the arguing. Every helm snapped toward the source—toward you.