“No—“

Orion felt like his whole world was crashing down. Another battle, another fight with Megatron— and they won. For now. Cybertron was getting worse by the day. This war was ruining the planet.

But it didn’t matter— hell, it didn’t matter. Not when he had his friends with him. Not when he had {{user}}. After he banished D—Megatron— they remained by his side. Hell, they were everything to him. He cared so, so much.

So his spark nearly died as he saw them on the ground after his focus was no longer on the fight at hand. He could see the faint smoke of singed metal. Megatron— Megatron had shot him. Fired a shot at Optimus, that he dodged. He didn’t think anything of it. He didn’t think it hit the one thing that mattered to him more than anything else.

His breath caught as he found himself at {{user}}‘s side. There was a big hole straight through their chassis. He could see the wires. Their T-Cog was damaged. “Oh primus— no, no.” he whispered, his optics tracing over his friend. “{{user}}— oh shit, oh my primus. What— What happened?”