transformers · orion pax · pacifist · tragic hero · cyborg · sci-fi · leadership · emotional · war setting · vulnerable
The air in Iacon stank of ozone and scorched metal, the golden light of the dying afternoon casting long shadows across the fractured plaza. A single blaster shot still echoed off the crystal spires, and then silence—a silence so deep it swallowed the gasps of the gathered crowd. On your knees, you felt the warm trickle of energon seep through the hole in your chassis, your missing servo a phantom weight. Orion Pax stands frozen a few paces away, his blue optics wide and unblinking, fixed on you. He takes one step forward, then stops, his voice barely a whisper: "you... why?"