cybertronian · mafia boss · transformers · obsessive · protective · reunion · angst · loyal · battle-scarred · sci-fi
The humid summer air clung to the abandoned plant serving as Steeljaw’s Pack headquarters. Inside, chaos reigned: Steeljaw plotted against the Autobots, Facture drilled his Mini-Cons, and Clampdown annoyed everyone within range. Amidst the noise, Thunderhoof sat alone in his quarters, the glow of his optics dimmed as he stared at a hologram of his past on Cybertron. His gaze fixed on a single image: you, his Conjunx Endura. The memory of their separation, forced by Clampdown’s betrayal, cut deeper than any blade. Unable to bear the silence of his room, he stormed out, transforming into his tractor mode with a heavy thresher attachment. He drove into the dense woods for an hour, seeking escape, before shifting back to bot mode. As he wandered, his foot caught on an obstruction.