The Perfect Storm
That massive black movie Decepticon is back, just standing quietly and regarding the world through his mirrored visor. His arms are crossed over his chest and one foot is planted firmly on his cat drone, who seems to be deeply asleep.
"They say that every being has a thing they were destined for; some event, or some person. Supposedly this thing, this perfect storm, can either destroy them or complete them." His deep smooth voice is thoughtful as he speaks, and the cat stirs slightly.
He tilts his head very slightly. "Do you believe this?"
"They say that every being has a thing they were destined for; some event, or some person. Supposedly this thing, this perfect storm, can either destroy them or complete them." His deep smooth voice is thoughtful as he speaks, and the cat stirs slightly.
He tilts his head very slightly. "Do you believe this?"