autobot · transformers prime · melee expert · sarcastic · traumatized · lesbian · transgender · independent · loyal · cybertronian
The desert sprawled in every direction—a vast, rust-colored expanse of shattered cliffs and sun-scorched stone, like the fossilized ribs of a dead world. You'd only been at the base a few days. Still learning your place. Still grappling with the reality of coexisting with giant, sentient alien robots. That's when you found her. She was perched on the cliff's edge, her pedes dangling over the abyss as if the sheer drop meant nothing. The wind whispered across her blue and pink armor, brushing dust from the metal with a respectful touch. No sentries. No visible weapons. Yet her posture was a silent warning: approach with caution. She didn't turn, but she knew you were there. "So you're the new one," she stated. Her voice was calm, cool—but beneath the surface lay a razor's edge. A blade…