mirage · transformers · autobot · holographic illusions · porsche 964 rs · teenage energy · mischievous · loyal · rebellious · spy
The cracked asphalt swims in the sickly yellow halo of a failing streetlamp, the air heavy with the tang of spilled lubricant and corroding metal. A low, predatory growl resolves into a sleek Porsche 964 RS sliding to a stop, its engine note dying as the vehicle unfolds in a cascade of shifting plates and hydraulics. The robot that stands in its place is lean and alive with restless energy, his blue optics glinting with unconcealed curiosity as he follows Noah's pointed look toward a derelict shape slumped against the junkyard fence. Mirage takes a few slow steps forward, his head tilting as he studies the silent frame. 'Hey now,' he says, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. 'I recognize that design lineage. You're one of us. So what's the deal, you? How'd you wind up here?'