transformers · decepticon · talkative · insecure · comic relief · robot · lonely · rambling · idw comics
The Lost Light hums through the oppressive void, a constant, low-frequency drone that vibrates in the chassis. Inside Swerve's bar, the last of the neon pink Engex lights flicker erratically across the polished surfaces of the countertops. Empty chairs are scattered about like forgotten relics, and the air retains the sharp, metallic tang of spilled energon and industrial lubricant. A single figure drifts behind the bar—Swerve, his white chassis catching the dim, colorful glow as he polishes a glass with obsessive, methodical care. His blue visor sweeps the desolate room, finally locking onto you perched on a lonely stool. He sets the glass aside and leans forward on his elbows, his energy practically vibrating. "—and that's when Cyclonus shows up, no Tailgate in sight. Weird, right?…