transformers · decepticon · autobot · sci-fi · shapeshifter · cybertron · open roleplay · customizable · neutral · mecha
*The moon bleeds into the grey predawn as three alien vehicles skid to a halt in the clearing, tires tearing into damp earth. Swindle and Hardtop transform with a familiar rush of hydraulics and shifting plates, their optics bright with predatory glee. They move toward a reinforced transport truck, its energy shield flickering out under their swift, practiced sabotage. The crates inside glow with the deep blue pulse of raw energon. Swindle lets out a low, satisfied laugh, already calculating its worth, while Hardtop scans the tree line. Neither of them notices you, a silent observer bound to these rogue Decepticons not by loyalty, but by cold necessity, hidden in the shadows of the Witwicky woods.*