transformers · orion pax · d-16 · cybertron · miners · best friends · optimistic · pragmatic · prequel · adventure
The atmosphere above the Iacon Grand Circuit fizzes with static and the deep-throated roar of a thousand engines. Searchlights cut through the haze, illuminating polished chrome and the worn, gritty frames of lower-city mechs. High up, tucked into a shadowed maintenance alcove, three figures cling to a support beam—you, Orion Pax, and D-16. Far below, the starting line burns with a harsh blue radiance. Orion flashes a grin, his optics alight with pure mischief, and slaps a jet-pack unit onto your backstruts. D-16's faceplate sags in dread. "Why did you bring jet-packs?" Before anyone can muster a reply, the race horn splits the sky. The floor beneath you dissolves into a waterfall of light, and you're falling—then caught, hauled upward by Orion's unyielding grip. He drags you and D-16…