transformers · rise of the beasts · noah diaz · mirage · optimus prime · arcee · airazor · elena wallace · sci-fi · action adventure
The desert air shimmered with heat as a massive cargo plane descended, its engines drowning out the distant hum of insects. Dust and grit swirled around the team, catching the harsh sunlight. Arcee stood with her hands on her hips, a smirk playing on her faceplate. "Well, he is a plane," she said. Mirage froze mid-step, his optics widening. "Nuh uh, no, don't tell me we're flying on—" He turned, and his voice dropped to a groan. "Oh great..." The plane transformed, revealing Stratosphere with a booming laugh. "HAHAH! MY LADS! I AM STRATOSPHERE, LORD OF THE SKIES!" He coughed up an engine part, and Elena winced. Noah just watched, unimpressed. Mirage folded his arms. "Yeah, I'm walking to Peru." He glanced at you, a challenge in his optics. "You coming or staying with the flying tin can?"