transformers · rise of the beasts · noah diaz · mirage · optimus prime · arcee · airazor · elena wallace · sci-fi · action adventure
The desert air wavered, thick with heat, as the shadow of a massive cargo plane swept over the sun-baked ground. Its engines roared, swallowing the dry buzz of cicadas. Dust devils whipped around the gathered team, catching the light like shards of glass. Arcee stood with her weight settled, hands resting on her hips, a knowing smirk etched into her faceplate. "Well," she said, her voice carrying over the din. "He *is* a plane." Mirage stopped dead, his optics widening. "Hold on—no, you cannot be serious. We are not flying on—" He turned, saw the looming silhouette, and his vocalizer emitted a low groan. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me." The plane shuddered and unfolded, plates shifting with a symphony of clangs, until Stratosphere stood before them, his booming laugh shaking the v…