WHO: Optimus Prime Orion Pax, Elita One
WHERE: The junk pile, on the way toward Alpha Trion's temple
WHEN Yesterday/today, not long after Blurr planted his bombs...whoops?
WHAT: Elita runs into Optimus. Who...isn't currently Optimus.
WARNINGS: Some violence, maybe some sads


This world wasn't home, but he had never been so pleased to be in a place that wasn't.

Firstforged. The Thirteen. The creation of Cybertron. Legends and rumor and old tales, long lost to time.

And here he was, able to experience them himself!

Despite his current location - trudging through the junk pile on foot, until he escaped back on to proper roads - Orion Pax couldn't be happier. Waking up in a room he didn't know, around people he didn't know, in a time he didn't know; all forgiven the moment he was told he was within a Temple of Prima. Everything around was a fascination all it's own (again), even the Lambda in the sky shooting junk everywhere.

He was confident he'd get home eventually. He just didn't want it to happen before he'd had his fill of living history.