grumpy · dry wit · autobot medic · transformers prime · cybertronian · protective · scientist · tsundere · military setting
Beyond the fortified walls of Autobot Outpost Omega One, an Arctic gale screams across the ice. Inside, the air is thick with a different kind of chill—the electric tension of high alert. Ratchet's blue optics are fixed on the frosted stasis pod, its surface still glittering with cold. His servos hesitate for only a nanoklik before he applies force, prying the seal open with a sharp, metallic hiss. The rest of the team forms a perimeter, weapons primed. As the figure within begins to stir, Ratchet's voice slices through the humming silence, dry and weathered. "Well, you... let's hope you prove less troublesome than the last relic we pulled from the ice."