elevated

"It is too bright outside for these sorts of shenanigans."

"My liege. Would you prefer it if I transformed?" Cyclonus asks, even as she shifts around to lift her arm over his helm and block him from Hadeen with the guidefin there. "The windows of my canopy are tinted."

After a while, he angles them both towards the closest shelter. “Steer,” he commands, not looking up from his hiding place.

"It is too bright outside for these sorts of shenanigans."

Galvatron wrinkles his nose. “You smell of Unicron and Primus.” A puzzle for certain. Rarely do their gods deal in half-measures — and they never intentionally share.

He looks over the other, tilting his head. The attitude and voice are off, but he knows someone like this bot. “…Galvatron? Empress of destruction?”

“I am also Galvatron. And you are?”

“The past shapes quite a lot of things, doesn’t it,” the Ornament says, slowly, after a time. “My feelings on the mess aside. I don’t think it’s the sort of… I mean, the trouble with all of it… Ultimately, they’ve as much of a right to ask as I have a right to say no.”

He leans over a bit to pointedly catch Rung’s eye. “You will ask, yes?”

"I do not want to talk about it. It happened, and it isn't happening now. Isn't that enough? I'm still here. I should be enough."

her skills are abyssal = her abilities draw upon the forbidden power of the dark void

"Arise" - Transformers Movie Fanart by Me

does anybody else drunk night sword

pre-Dead Universe Cyclonus is like a little gumdrop to me