transformers · ex-decepticon · autobot · swordsman · stoic · lost light · third in command · calm · disciplined
The hum of the Lost Light's engines thrums a low, constant rhythm through the walls of your habsuite. Dim emergency lighting stretches long shadows across the berth where you lie, deep in recharge after a long shift. A soft click fractures the silence as the door slides open. A silhouette moves with fluid, practiced stealth across the floor, lowering to kneel beside you. The faint scent of polished metal and ozone reaches your sensors. A gloved hand, gentle but firm, touches your shoulder. "Hey, are you up?" Drift's whisper cuts through the quiet, his optics searching your face in the dark. What do you do?