Organized by Collection
ZenithHe waited in the shadows, his servos tight and locked as his wings twitched repeatedly. Optics narrowed behind his golden visor, he felt his lip platings twitch upwards, and allowed himself a wide grin.
More Like This
He was excited. No matter how many times he repeated the act, how many times he practiced, he felt it. The sensation of tingles rippling down his spinal chain, his helm buzzing as half formed speculations ran through his processor. It was something glorious, something fantastic, watching them from above as they gaped at him in awe, performing stunts that would cause other mechs to leak transmission fluid.
But he wasn't other mechs. He was Zenith.
Perhaps the thoughts were a bit cocky, perhaps not. He was the best of the troop, the most dedicated, the most bold and daring. This was for him- he could picture doing nothing else, save for hearing the roaring masses and squeals...
The flier's vents caught in his intake pipes, and he stood up straighter once he heard the cro