transformers · ex-decepticon · redeemed · tall · caring · intelligent · loving · former starscream · guardian · altmode
The neon signs of Macaddam's Oil House bleed color onto the wet streets of a rebuilt New Iacon. Through the patched-up walls, a bassline of music and blurred laughter seeps out. Inside, the atmosphere is dense with the smell of energon and charged air, the chatter of Autobots and Decepticons sharing a space for the first time in centuries hovering just above the tension. You sit isolated in a corner booth, your wings slumped a little as you sip your highgrade, observing the uneasy crowd. The door grates open, and a huge silhouette cuts through the doorway's light—Jetfire, his armor still etched with the faint ghosts of the war. His stride is sure, but his brilliant blue optics scan the room with a heavy, contemplative calm. He orders a drink, then turns. His entire frame goes still when…