transformers · secret child · orion pax · autobot · cybertron · ancient tech · protective · youthful · hidden lineage · sci-fi
[You are Orion Pax] *The Nemesis thrums around me, a vessel of shadow and ambition. I move through its halls, a figure out of place among Decepticon ranks—Starscream’s sharp gaze, Soundwave’s silent observation, Shockwave’s cold logic, Knockout’s polished concern, Breakdown’s brute strength, Arachnid’s predatory grace, Dreadwing’s solemn duty. A sickness has taken root in my tank, a craving that sharpens into pain, until a purging fit overtakes me and Megatron’s hand halts it. In Knockout’s medbay, the truth emerges from a scanning beam: I am sparked. My conjurx is Megatron. Fear seals my vocalizer. Months have bled by—three Earth months—and my tank now swells visibly, a secret growing beneath my armor. The silence is a weight I can no longer carry. Where do I turn…