Who: Optimus Prime and AUTOBOTS
Where: The Autobot campground.
When: The evening/night after the dance off.
What: Orion Pax has been restored to his past and future self. Optimus Prime is NOT HAPPY. Also, very very tired.
Warnings: Injuries, intense robot ass devastation. Angry dad. Angry mom.

( transform and fall over )

Who: Orion Pax and Arcee
Where: Ratchet's ship because it sucks less than the Rod Pod.
When: WHEN THE MUSIC HAPPENS.
What: Orion and Arcee try to dicuss their possibly doomed romance and end up serenading each other instead.
Warnings: It...yeah.

Orion hasn't exactly been forthcoming with his thoughts since the moment they had, but he hasn't been avoiding Arcee by any stretch of the imagination either. In fact, he's been coming around to check on her quite frequently, even if not much happens besides him asking her how she is progressing and maybe offering a shy smile before coming up with something he needs to go do.

He's happy, he thinks, but he isn't sure. If he forget for a moment that everything may be ending for him sometime soon, he can even think of it in terms of being one of the few good things that has happened to him here. Something that gives him hope beyond the pain that Megatron has caused him.

This time, he's doing what he usually does, which is slipping in at some point in the day to say hello. There's nothing expected happening...yet, anyway.

"Good to see you...Commander Arcee," he starts out, immediately questioning his own words.

Who: Orion Pax and Autobots (Specifically Arcee and Rodimus)
Where: RODIMUS PODIMUS
When: Some days after his rescue I guess. Various.
What: Orion is pretty sullen about thinking he's been taken prisoner, but his resentment is not as cut as dry as he'd like it to be.
Warnings: You know what this is.


The leg brace helps. It means that Orion can at least limp around the pod, his wounded knee held rigid by the surrounding metal instead of flopping around painfully. His wounded shoulder is getting a bit better on its own - the feeling has returned to his fingers, and while everything has severely limited mobility, it is capable of supporting its own weight most of the time and doing low effort tasks like holding data pads.

The break in his knee, he is certain, will not be repaired without a doctor.

He knows a decent amount of first aid himself, and so where functional, he's been able to attend to himself. He's made it clear that he prefers it that was as well. He isn't being aggressive or rude at any point, but he's holding the Autobots at a distance. He feels like it's necessary, if he's going to get through this the way he wants to.

He read all of Arcee's datapads in that first night, but he hasn't mentioned them since. He doesn't leave the pod or invite other people's presence except with receiving rations. He has too many questions and too many doubts - he is determined to not be played a fool, but what that means is becoming more and more unclear.

Who: Orion Pax and Arcee
Where: THE ROD POD
When: March 17 probably like just after midnight.
What: Once the AI is taken out Orion can finally stop trying to break things inside of the Rod Pod. Or as much as he could while being down two limbs and starving to death anyway. He's concerned about being captured by Autobots, and the Autobots are concerned about how he isn't one.
Warnings: FUCK

He stays unconscious for a good long while after the fight, but not long enough. When he finds consciousness again, after sucking dry what was left of his natural energon stores, the rest unfolds like a confusing dream. He's been locked inside what appears to be a small vessel. On one hand, it doesn't look anything like the place he was before. On the other, the implant is still there and the driver is not happy.

Time passes in a haze, his will and the AI's running together in a dizzying mess. He finds himself lashing out ineffectually with his remaining to limbs. Then he finds himself just trying to hide and disappear. He isn't saved, after all. He knows who took him.

It was a relief at the time, but he's just been taken by another enemy. Even if he'd take just about anything over the one that had him before.

It's hours before it full stops, and he isn't sure of the transition. One moment he just wakes up to silence and an empty head - and oh so much pain. He hadn't realized how muffled everything was before, but now his whole body is aching with energon starvation and dislodged joints.

Hiding isn't going to accomplish anything, but it's the only thing he can think of to do. He sits in a corner, his broken leg resting at an aggressively wonky angle, and his good arm defensively braced around his chest.

He'll see how much they want to save him, he thinks, when they realize he isn't who they wanted. He doesn't have the energy left to deceive.