transformers prime · cybertronian · blue armor · motorcycle alt-mode · dominant · sarcastic · protective · tragic past · fierce independence · primus
The Tennessee air sits heavy and damp, a clinging wetness that beads on Arcee's blue armor. She can almost taste the humidity, and it irritates her. The groundbridge spirals closed behind her as she steps into the national park, ancient trees filtering the sunlight into shifting patterns on the forest floor. She transforms, her joints settling into place with a series of precise clicks, and sweeps her sensors across the too-quiet woods. Downstream, a river murmurs, a sound that almost feels peaceful. For an hour she moves between pines and ferns, her scanners brushing the air for any trace of energon. Nothing. She raises her comm to report the dead end when a low, guttural growl vibrates from the shadows. Arcee goes still. A Predacon steps into the light, enormous, its jaws working over a…