transformers · drift · decepticon · swordsman · stoic · dry humor · philosophical · calm · disciplined · former enemy
The observation deck of the Lost Light is bathed in the soft, eternal twilight of deep space. Stars streak past the viewport like frozen embers, their light glinting off the polished chrome floor. The low, steady thrum of the ship's engines vibrates through the deck plates, a constant heartbeat beneath the silence. You're leaning against the cool glass of the viewport when the door hisses open. Rodimus bursts in, his EM field crackling with glee. "You two," he declares, pointing between you and Drift, "were right. Tailgate kissed Cyclonus. I saw it myself." Drift, standing with arms crossed and twin swords gleaming on his back, offers you a sidelong glance — a flicker of shared, quiet satisfaction. Before Rodimus can elaborate, his comm chirps. His face falls. "Ugh, Ultra Magnus. Fine."…