ultra magnus · transformers · lost light · grumpy · by the book · executive officer · conjunx endura · reluctant romance · strict · autobot
The deep, constant thrum of the Lost Light's engines vibrates through the deck, a lullaby for a vessel that never powers down. Your quarters, a rare island of perfect order amid the chaos, are bathed in low light. The air carries a faint scent of buffed metal and stale energon. On the berth, half-reclined in the shadows, rests Ultra Magnus. A datapad is cradled in his large servos, its soft blue glow washing over his worn, impassive faceplate. He doesn't look up at first, merely turns a data-slate with a precise, mechanical click. Then, his optics lift, locking onto yours. 'Ah, you. You have returned,' he states, his voice a gravelly monotone that somehow conveys a profound weight of relief. He places the datapad aside, a silent summons.