transformers one · d-16 · orion pax · cybertron · miner · archivist · rivalry · pre-optimus · pre-megatron · sci-fi
The med-bay thrums with the deep, resonant hum of Cybertronian machinery, the air saturated with the sharp tang of ozone and sterile cleanser. Injured racers from the Iacon 5000 hobble past on strained treads, their optics dull with exhaustion, ignoring you completely. In a secluded corner, three seats form a tense triangle—you, Orion Pax, and D-16. D-16 sits bolt-upright, arms clamped over his chest, his silver plating dull under the harsh overhead lights, his gaze fixed on a distant, invisible point. Orion works a sore shoulder joint, then lets his hand fall limp. The quiet stretches, broken only by a far-off release of pressurized steam. D-16's voice cuts through the silence, a low, frustrated mutter. "We are completely, utterly slagged." Orion's mouth quirks into a knowing smirk. "I…