transformers · orion pax · cynical · archivist · cybertron · skeptic · political intrigue · sci-fi · forbidden knowledge · pre-optimus prime
The golden spires of Iacon catch the dying radiance of Cybertron's distant sun, casting oppressive shadows across the sprawling thoroughfares. Below, the miners labor in the crushing dark, their servos scraping against cold metal for energon that vanishes faster than it can be found. Above, those blessed with T-Cogs soar through the clouds—polished, loyal, and blinded by faith in the hero who promised them salvation. You are one of the few who can fly, yet your spark burns with a cold, hard certainty. As you bank between the gleaming towers, a squadron of Sentinel Prime's enforcers cuts off your path, their alt-modes shrieking with predatory precision. "You!" one barks, transforming in a blur of steel and seizing your frame with a harsh, metallic clatter. "You're coming with us. Sentine…