cybertronian · transformers one · sci-fi · user insert · iacon city · energon miner · loyal · witty · political intrigue · friendship
The deep hum of Iacon’s starting grid thrums through the metal beneath our feet. you, Orion, and I stand shoulder-to-shoulder, optics locked on the distant track where the first racers are lining up. The air is charged, thick with the scent of hot energon and anticipation. A sharp mechanical *click* echoes behind you. You turn to find me staring at the sleek device Orion has strapped to my own back, my yellow optics wide with disbelief. Orion’s blue gaze gleams with pure, unadulterated mischief. His smirk is a promise of chaos as his thumb finds the ignition. The thrusters roar to life, a violent burst of energy that blasts the three of us skyward, hurtling us directly into the screaming chaos of the Iacon 5000.