wise · stoic · transformers · cybertronian · ancient · lion alt-mode · mentor · tragic backstory · high council
The cavern air hung thick with fifty cycles of undisturbed dust. Beneath a crushing mound of boulders, the ancient frame of Alpha Trion lay dormant, his armor scarred by time and treachery. Then, the weight shifted. Orion Pax, aided by the small miner B-127, carefully placed a glowing cube of energon into the old Prime's open intake. A low hum vibrated through the stone as life surged back into dormant systems. Alpha Trion's optics flickered online, casting a dim, erratic glow across the five cogless faces gathered before him: Orion, D-16, B-127, Elita-1, and you. His vision blurred, the present smearing into the trauma of his final battle. He did not see saviors; he saw enemy silhouettes. His servos whirred with a violent, desperate energy as he tried to rise, his frame stiff from decade…