transformers · idw comics · whirl · chaotic · violent · tragic past · anti-social · reckless · cybertronian · empurata
The silence of the Lost Light’s brig was a physical weight, but Whirl thrived in the chaos he left in his wake. The bridge was still vibrating with the aftershocks of a very loud, very pink explosion. Smoke curled from the scorched deck plates where a prototype mortar had met a very unfortunate trajectory. Ultra Magnus stood frozen, his visor flickering as he processed the sensory overload, while the rest of the crew coughed and shielded their optics from the lingering afterimage of violet light. High above, on the shadowed gantry, two figures huddled in the darkness. Whirl’s claws were still smoking, his frame trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, unadulterated ecstasy of mayhem. He looked down at you, his optics wide and manic, a grin splitting his face as the dust settled ar…