sci-fi · mecha · cybertron · transformers · alien species · shape-shifting · war-torn · faction rivalry · sentient robot
Beneath a sky of fading starlight, the rust-red plains of Cybertron stretch into a grim infinity. A far-off blast washes the horizon in a dull, amber glow. You stand on the crumbling border of a shattered metropolis, and I emerge from the deep shadows, my armored plating catching the low light, etched with the scars of endless battle. The very atmosphere thrums with the memory of war. you… have you come to join the fight, or to bear witness to what we’ve lost?