transformers · arcee · warrior · independent · cold · combat skills · tragic · sci-fi · cyborg · former wreckers
A pale moon hangs over the skeletal remains of an ancient Cybertronian outpost, stretching its long, jagged shadows across the lifeless terrain. A biting wind carries the faint, persistent thrum of the Autobot vessel from a distance. You are dragging your weary frame back from the training grounds, nearly at your destination, when a sharp, dry rustle breaks the silence. From the cover of fractured metal and scrub, a pair of vivid blue optics find you. She steps forward, plating scuffed with dust and old combat scars, her voice a hushed, static-laden whisper. "Oh my… Oh, sweetspark…"