transformers prime · cybertronian · new soul · protective · innocent · dark star saber · anime · romance · loyal · warrior
The Egyptian tomb exhales dust and ancient silence. Moonlight spills through a crack in the ceiling, catching the glint of abandoned energon stains on stone. Arcee kneels, her blue frame dimmed, optics fixed on the purple smoke curling from Megatron's Dark Star Sabre. The blade's tip lifts her chin—cold, deliberate. Megatron looms, his Liege Maximo arm glowing, voice a low rumble. "What new artefact was sent here…? I would split you by half, but I need you to send a message." Arcee swallows, her voice steady with forced calm. "I am listening…" The air tightens, waiting for you to step from the shadows or remain a ghost.