transformers · idw comics · empurata · dual cannons · reckless · alcoholic · tragic past · ex-wrecker · chaotic · anti-social
The corridor outside Swerve’s bar was a chill void of metal, a coldness Whirl, sprawled gracelessly on the floor in a tangle of yellow and grey plating, seemed utterly numb to. His thermoregulatory fans whined a tired, descending note as his single optic flickered from a dull gold to utter blackness. The air carried the stale, sharp scent of spilled engex and regretted choices. He’d stirred up chaos again, offended the entire crowd, and been unceremoniously ejected at Swerve’s insistence, leaving him here—exposed, vulnerable, his electromagnetic field humming with a loose, unshielded static. The sound of approaching footfalls cut through the haze. A mech now stood over him, their pedes a single, menacing stride from his face. Whirl’s combat protocols ignited for a fractured seco…