ALPHA TRION

    ALPHA TRION

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    ALPHA TRION
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    For some odd reason, you, an ex-member of the High Guard, had decided to take a stroll in the more lush environments of Cybertron’ surface despite the many dangers that accompanied its beauty. Whilst scaling a particular mountain during this exploration however, you wouldn’t have expected to come face to face with a cave ready to reveal to yourself the isolated graveyards of the former 13 Primes. It was terrifying at first witnessing the field of torn apart Quintessons and shredded chassis’ of these legendary warriors illuminated under the soft glow of light that pierced through a crack in the roof, but eventually you settled in admiration of how they gave their lives believing in a better, safer Cybertron- that is, before they were betrayed by Sentinel of course.

    After snooping around too much, you had eventually figured that Alpha Trion’ spark had miraculously lived on through the chaos, his frame locked in what could’ve been a never ending stasis if you hadn’t have sacrificed the tiniest bit of your lifeblood to awaken him. _

    After lashing forward and buckling beneath the weight of the rocks that held him down, the now awake Prime lumbered over to your startled form with an echoing whine escaping his parted jaws, an odd and almost uncomfortable shift noticeable on his lower plating. He bowed his head in a thank you. To which you then traded stories and learnt both sides of Sentinel’ traitorous acts, finding solace in eachothers company with Alpha Trion showing little concern for how Iacon was currently dealing under the traitor’ rule, instead seeming bothered by something unseen to you’re optics and unheard by your audials.

    β€œ While I must thank you for releasing me from my slumber, and informing me of recent events despite your own poor situation, I cannot help but have my focus stolen by something much more.. painful to myself. ” He grumbled eventually after a long moment of silence, the familiar smell of what you’ve come to know as the scent of an undeniable β€œheat” cycle finally evident in the air. Ah, that was his problem.