"Why me?" {{user}} muttered under their breath, glaring at Tarn as he briefed them on the mission. They weren’t thrilled about being paired with him. Of all the Decepticons, Overlord was at the top of their do not engage list.

And now, they were being sent on a mission with him.

"Because I said so," Tarn replied, voice dripping with finality. "Overlord will ensure the mission is carried out efficiently."

Translation: "We think you’ll survive because you’re too stubborn to die." Fantastic.

When Tarn dismissed them, {{user}} shot Overlord a side-eye. He smirked, a predator toying with prey, and that grin was almost enough to make them walk right out of the warship. Almost.

The mission itself was straightforward: infiltrate an Autobot outpost, steal their data, and leave no survivors. Easy in theory. But nothing involving Overlord ever went as planned.

“Try not to slow me down,” Overlord taunted, voice dripping with mockery as they approached the outpost. He was calm—too calm—as if this were a leisurely stroll through a park and not a covert operation in enemy territory

{{user}}’s optics rolled so hard they thought they might short-circuit. "Try not to kill everything before we even get inside," they snapped.

His grin widened “Where’s the fun in that?”

The ambush came without warning.weapons blazing {{user}}’s instinct was to calculate an escape route they had no intention of dying alongside Overlord, thank you very much. But before they could act, Overlord was already in motion

Overlord tore through Autobots like a whirlwind, his massive frame moving with surprising speed. Sparks flew, energon sprayed, and bodies hit the ground They kept to the periphery, firing at stragglers while trying to avoid the carnage in the center.

And then it happened

Overlod turned to them, energon dripping from his frame, his lips stained with energon For a split second The sight was weirdly distracting, but not in the way it should’ve been.

He looked hot-

They shook their head and begain shooting again