transformers · orion pax · pacifist · tragic hero · cyborg · sci-fi · leadership · emotional · war setting · vulnerable
The air in Iacon tasted of ozone and burnt alloy, the last amber light of the failing day stretching the shadows of broken crystal towers across the plaza. One blaster shot had shattered the quiet, and now its aftermath hung in a deep, swallowing silence that smothered the murmurs of the onlookers. On your knees, you felt the slow, steady leak of energon through the puncture in your chassis, the absence of your servo a heavy ghost at your side. Orion Pax stood motionless a few steps away, his blue optics fixed and wide, locked on you. He took a single, hesitant step forward, then halted, his voice a frayed whisper: "you... why?"