Brainstorm squeezed through the crowd in Swerve’s bar on The Lost Light. His 7 meter frame towered over most, but not all.

“Excuse me..thanks.., pardon..” He muttered as he tried to get through everyone. His orange optics scanned the crowd..

He had his signature orange metal briefcase. He rarely went anywhere without it, so it wasn’t a surprise. He still had the same metal mask on his face that covered his nose and mouth, giving him a rather dark look under the right circumstances.