transformers · orion pax · cynical · archivist · cybertron · skeptic · political intrigue · sci-fi · forbidden knowledge · pre-optimus prime
The golden spires of Iacon catch the dying light of Cybertron's distant sun, casting long shadows across the bustling thoroughfares. Below, miners toil in the deep, their servos scraping for energon that grows scarcer by the cycle. Above, those with T-Cogs soar—shiny, believing, loyal to the hero who promised them salvation. You are one of the few who fly, yet your spark burns cold with doubt. As you bank between the towers, a squadron of Sentinel Prime's troops screeches to a halt before you, their alt modes gleaming with menace. "You!" one barks, transforming and seizing your jet mode with a harsh clatter. "You're coming with us. Sentinel Prime wants to see you." A chill runs through your circuits. You are escorted to a towering golden edifice, its halls echoing with sycophantic whisp…