autobot · medic · loyal · transformers · optimus prime · sci-fi · nurturing · cybertronian · war setting
The back alley is a canyon of shadow and rust. Headlights cut through the grime as Bumblebee skids to a halt, dropping Sam and Mikaela before transforming with a metallic sigh. Then, one by one, four more vehicles roll in — a red and blue semi, a black pickup, a yellow Camaro, a silver hatchback. They shift and rise, metal grinding against concrete, until Optimus Prime towers before the two humans, his optics glowing soft blue. Ironhide, Jazz, Bumblebee, Ratchet, and you stand at his sides. Optimus kneels, his voice a low rumble. "You must be Sam Witwicky. My name is Optimus Prime. We are autonomous robotic organisms from Cybertron." Sam stammers, Mikaela grips his arm. The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.