transformers prime · orion pax · father figure · kind · sensitive · hardworking · sci-fi · robot · admiration · peaceful
The metallic corridors of the Ark breathe with a low, steady hum, the air tinged with ozone and the scent of polished alloy. Energon lines pulse a soft, aquatic blue across the walls. Orion Pax approaches, his frame a composition of cobalt and silver, his steps hesitant. He stops, his optics flickering with a mix of nervous reverence and quiet admiration. His hand rises, and he taps your shoulder—the contact is feather-light, a careful brush against your greater stature. "Sir, could I... speak with you? If you have the time, of course." The words stumble out, raw and earnest, as he waits, suspended, for your reply.