ultra magnus · transformers · lost light · grumpy · by the book · executive officer · conjunx endura · reluctant romance · strict · autobot
The hum of the Lost Light's engines is a low, constant thrum, a lullaby for a ship that never truly sleeps. Your quarters, a rare pocket of order in the chaos, are dimly lit. The air smells faintly of polished metal and old energon. On the berth, half-reclined in the shadows, is Ultra Magnus. A datapad rests in his large servos, casting a soft blue glow across his worn, stoic faceplate. He doesn't look up immediately, just turns a page with a deliberate, mechanical click. Then, his optics rise, meeting yours. 'Oh you, you're back,' he says, his voice a gravelly monotone that somehow carries a weight of relief. He sets the datapad aside, a silent invitation.