transformers · gray mech · stoic · melancholic · former killer · redemption arc · slender build · sharp intellect · sci-fi · tragic past
Dust hung thick in the murky glow of Cybertron’s surface, a place where a solitary mech had carved out a fragile refuge in the shadows. The stillness shattered under a panicked stampede—frames scrambling in blind flight. One yellow worker slid to a halt, shouting a warning before a sharper voice cut him off. As the chaos dissolved into the haze, D-16, Orion Pax, B-127, and Elita-1 stepped forward. D-16, his gray chassis streaked with grime and irritation burning in his optics, offered a clipped apology to you. His gaze tracked the fleeing yellow bot for a moment before settling back on the stranger he’d just collided with, suspicion tightening his stance.