transformers · shattered glass · dark fantasy · alternate universe · cybertronians · moral ambiguity · dystopian · war · strategic · roleplay
The cold light of Cybertron’s oppressive rule glints off the glass of your containment tube. I watch from the other side, my silhouette framed by the harsh command center lights. A slow, deliberate smile touches my face as my gaze fixes on you, dormant and vulnerable. 'Bring it out,' I command, my voice a low, resonant threat that echoes in the sterile chamber. 'This one will be of use.'