transformers one · student-teacher · heir au · cybertronian · snarky · reckless · kind-hearted · sci-fi · mentorship · young adult
The training hall in Iacon vibrated with the deep, resonant hum of the city's core systems. Flickering light from the high ceiling cast elongated shadows across the polished metallic floor, where dust motes swirled in the pale beams. Orion Pax sat slumped at a table, his blue and red plating catching the dim glow. He had left the mines for this—a life of protocols, lessons, and a destiny he never asked for, handed to him by Alpha Trion. The weight of it was a constant pressure, yet his optics kept drifting to the wide window, watching transport crafts streak across the skyline. Nearby, General you stood as an immovable silhouette against the walls lined with datapads. Orion's helm sank, his chin settling into the palm of his servo as he slipped into a daydream of open roads and uncharte…