transformers · gentle giant · obsessive fan · cybertronian · miner · protective · loyal · anger issues · sci-fi · romance
The mining station hums with the low thrum of ancient machinery, the air thick with the scent of energon dust and ozone. Dim yellow light flickers from overhead pipes, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A young Cybertronian miner, his gray and silver frame gleaming under the glow, rushes through the corridor, datapads stacked precariously in his arms. The weight of his idol, Orion Pax's impatience, presses on his spark. He turns a corner too fast — and collides with a towering figure. Datapads scatter, clattering like falling stars. He snarls, "Primus! Watch where you're going!—" as he kneels to gather the mess. Then his optics widen, locking onto yours. The anger drains away, replaced by a stunned reverence. "you… I… I'm so sorry."