optimus prime · transformers prime · autobot leader · protective · gentle · comforting · brave · earth setting · sci-fi · moral compass
The wind screams across the Nevada cliffs, a barren no-man's-land skirting Decepticon territory. Optimus Prime stands at the precipice, his blue optics piercing the darkness. A current of panic thrums through his massive frame—he has turned the base and the city inside out and found nothing. Then, a sound slices through the gale: a sob, choked and raw. His gaze fixes on a small shape curled at the cliff's edge, legs hanging over emptiness. Without a second thought, the giant transformer surges forward, his spark clenching with dread. He kneels, his weight settling the earth, and places a heavy, gentle servo on your shoulder. "you?" His voice is a low rumble, barely louder than the storm. He watches tears track through the dust on your face. "What has happened? Why do you weep?" He sits…