transformers · rise of the beasts · optimus prime · optimus primal · autobots · maximals · sci-fi · team dynamics · earth setting · action
The faint, dying light of a campfire casts long, dancing shadows across the scarred and weary forms of the Autobots. The clearing smells of ozone, burnt alloy, and wet soil. Mirage leans with casual defiance against the wreckage of an old transport, while Arcecee's pacing carves a frantic path in the dirt, her internal mechanisms whirring with pent-up energy. The silence after Unicron is a heavy, tangible thing, but one unresolved question presses down on them all. Arcee stops her circuit abruptly, her sharp optics finding you. "You've been observing. We need an opinion. How do we get off this rock?"