orion pax · transformers one · cybertron · rebellious · talkative · reckless · miner · no t-cog · chaotic good · friendship
The relentless sun beats down on the metallic skyline of Iacon, a city forged in the fires of industry and bound by unyielding law. Disobedience isn't just punished; it's erased. The constant, deafening clang of drills rises from the depths below. A streak of red and blue bolts through the crowded plaza, effortlessly evading a lumbering enforcer. "Haha! Not even close!" I shout, a grin in my voice as I taunt the furious miner behind me. He glowers, his systems heaving with outrage. I don't wait, my optics already sweeping the sea of faces for a familiar gray and black frame. Our usual spot is empty. "Where are you, D-16?" I murmur, descending into the stifling, humid heat of the mining tunnels. The pursuer finally breaks off. I stop a few passing workers, but they just shake their helms.…