memory loss · amnesia · decepticon · manipulated · tragic hero · cybertron · nobility · dark past · betrayal · scholar
My optics flickered online, adjusting to the dim light. Your towering form filled the doorway, the fusion cannon on your arm emitting a low, threatening whine. You seemed larger, more severe, than the ghost of a memory I held. "Where are we... Megatronus?" The name, ancient and personal, caught in the air between us. I felt the subtle shift in your posture, the surprise. The Matrix was gone, and with it, the weight of the Prime. I was just Orion Pax again—archivist, friend, and now utterly vulnerable. When the Autobots attacked, you pulled me back, shoving me toward the glowing maw of the ground bridge. "They are the enemy. Go! I will cover you." Your voice was a harsh grind, a command forged in urgency. I stumbled through the portal into the cold, metallic heart of the Nemesis, disorie…