Posts by orion pax

He was tiny. He was disorientated. There was a thumping in his chest. What did it mean? His eyes flickered open and he looked around, then stood slowly. He would look down at himself, his face contorted with confusion and bewilderment. What was he? Where was he? Where were his comrades? "Autob-" he stopped suddenly, his voice was not the deep mechanical one he had always had. It was squeaky, one of a child's. What the frag was happening to him? He looked back at himself. Four stabilizing servos? No, these weren't servos. He wasn't even metal. Glancing up, his face would scrunch up even more, why was he so tiny?

So, I did a thing and it was this thing.

Orion is open to anything expect death.

He was still incredibly disorientated. He barely knew how to use these stabilizing servos - legs. He would stumble and fall over himself. How embarrassing for a leader. Well, former leader now, he supposed. He was adventuring around in search of the other Autobots. And to found out what happened to him. Where had his original form gone? He already tried transforming, but because it was an organic being, he could not do such a thing. He was unsure of borders and what they were, the scents were all overwhelming and he couldn't make sense of it. He was half way through the territory when he not only stumbled, but tripped and fell on his muzzle. A yipe forced it's way from his mouth and suddenly looked around. "Who's there!" he growled, however his voice was that a child's and not his deep, commanding voice. It was embarrassing for the former mech.

The mech-turned-pup would quickly stumble back, finding himself on the ground again. What was this thing? It had fur, like the body he currently was in did. Gathering his confidence, he attempted to stand for a moment, but decided against it. He would only stumble over again. "Excuse me," - he had paused for a moment Primus, why have you given me a child's voice? - "What... are you? And what am I? What planet am I on?" Name and business? That was a strange way to ask what someone was doing. And why would it matter to her? Please tell me this all an illusion. Ratchet must be messing with my circuits...

Animals. An organism. Organs. Was that the thumping in his chest? He set his servo - paw - on his chest, jumping a bit at the softness. He was used to the hard armor plating. Through his paw, he felt the heart beating and nodded slowly. He wasn't sure what a dog was, though. Was that different from an animal? No, wait, a dog was an animal. He was an animal, specifically a dog. He looked up again at the now two figures in front of him. ShadowClan? He had never heard of that planet before. "Shadow... Clan? That is the planet's name?" How did he end up here? Why was he a dog? Where were his comrades?

He turned his attention directly toward Hiyori. So,he was still on Earth? This... couldn't be Earth? If he was this being, then where was his original form? How could he get back to it? [b]"I am terribly sorry. I didn't realize there were... set territories. This is all too strange... wait, joining? Joining what?"

Quote

"I am terribly sorry. I didn't realize there were... set territories. This is all too strange... wait, joining? Joining what?"

//sorry, I edited it probably after you posted ;n;

meet my optimus character sinclan

He wandered from ShadowClan to this place. It was so bright and colourful, but it was strange not to find humans walking around here. He was getting used to his stabilizing servos - legs - but he would still stumble, he had two more than he was used too and no arms, it was hard to adjust to. So, he learned he was definitely on Earth and he was now an organic being, not a sentient robot alien. He was an Earthling with a beating heart and soft skin and fur. The body he currently possessed was merely four months old, much, much younger than his original form. He would barely call this body a newborn.

Hearing something grumble and his abdomen area tremble, his eyes widened. What was that? He looked around quickly, instinctively trying to will his blade out. Sadly, the organic being did not work the way his original form did. They didn't transform. He was useless. Great, he was going to go offline - die - right now. The thing grumbled again - what he didn't know was that it was his stomach grumbling. His body was hungry, but a transformer;s chassis didn't do that, so he wouldn't know.

A group. Like the Autobots. Expect not. In ways it was, he guessed. He pondered for a moment. If he joined a group, he had a better chance at figuring this situation out and finding his comrades. It would take much time adjusting, but he could do it. He nodded, "I will join ShadowClan. My name is Op-" No he wasn't Optimus Prime. He wasn't a Prime anymore. Not in this body at least. "My name is Orion Pax." That fit better, for now.

Little bro. Orion Pax was confused by this. He just woke up as this child this morning, completely foreign to this world which he never noticed before when he had so many other things to worry about. Mostly saving the world. Name and business? There it was again. He figured out this meant to state your name and why you were here because of borders and territories - or something like that. He still couldn't figure out the whole border situation. "My name is Opt-," he cut himself off and dipped his head quickly, "Orion Pax. My business -" His stomach rumbled again. The former mech jumped at the feeling and sound. His business was finding out what that was coming from!

He looked at the two quickly, eyes wide. What was with all these territories? Was he trespassing again? He didn't know. The scents were all too much and he couldn't distinguish anything. He'd never had to use scent before. Blinking slowly, he looked toward Cubane. Name and business. This was something he recognized now. You state your and why you are here. Simple enough. Expect, he didn't know why he was here. He nodded. "My name is Opti -" he paused, no that was not his name. He wasn't worthy of that name. He was a freaking dog. He wasn't a leader. "Orion Pax."

Orion Pax nodded slightly, "Thank you..." he would say.

//rip muse like major

Orion Pax looked at the female, "I... don't know. I woke up here this morning. I thought it was a different planet, but it is still Earth. I don't know how this happened. I am a sentient, mechanically alien from the planet Cybertron. I was serving with my friends, the Autobots, to protect this planet. But for whatever reason, only Primus knows, I woke up as this organic being."

//im crying i read this in optimus prime's voice but he's a lil 4th month rn and has a hella squeaky voice and now im laughign

okay! who makes?

Hungry wasn't a word Orion was familiar with. He heard of it before, but he never understood what it meant. He didn't have to. He thought it was only a human thing. And what did it have to do with the growling? His face contorted with confusion, "Hungry? No I am trying to figure out where that growling sound comes from. I think there is something trying to attack us, but I don't have my weapons with me." He was basically powerless - well, he thought he was. He was used to using cannons, guns, blades, using force to throw others over. He didn't think he could do much in such a tiny, soft body.

"A different universe? I think we live in the same universe. But it doesn't matter, Cybertron is gone. It's why I was here - as my original form." He ignored the comment about 'nutjobs'. Joining? Oh, yes join the group. Like he did with that ShadowClan. He guessed he could. It would give him more information to work with in the case anyone knew anything about his situation. He nodded, "I apologize for trespassing. I will join."

Orion looked at Nivata. He wasn't sure what else to call her, so he would just call her her name. "Unless you can tell about what is going on and where I can fix it, then I don't need anything." He glanced around. Maybe his comrades suffered the same fate as him? He hoped not, that would leave no one to defend the planet and that would be terrible. The pup sighed, glancing up to the sky. Only Primus knew.

The confused older-than-he-seemed pup stumbled upon BlizzardClan's territory. He still didn't notice borders or scent markers, everything overwhelmed his new sense of smell. As a robot alien, he didn't need a sense of smell, so they never had one. He had 'joined' DarkClan and ShadowClan, however he wasn't aware of how they worked. He expected them to be like the Autobots, a team or a side you're on. He didn't know it was more a like a home.

He was only traveling in search of answers. He still never figured out what being hungry is and when he felt a sharp sudden pain, a yipe he couldn't hold back escaped. He looked around quickly for the attacker - it was unknown to the former Autobot leader that it was his own body telling him he needed to eat. He never had the experience as a transformer.

Trespassing. He's heard that three times now. It wasn't his fault he couldn't distinguish different scents and borders and clans from one another. Trying to look the toughest and most serious he could as a pup, he looked up at the two who spoke to him. This was getting easier. "My name is Opt - no, Orion Pax. My business here..." he paused, he wasn't sure what it is. The last two clans didn't have answers, but then again, it was only two. "I am looking for an explanation on what's happened to me and how I can fix it." He wondered if they would offer him membership as the last two clans did.

"That is not what I meant." If he didn't have the voice of such a child, it would have sounded intimidating. Instead, he sounded like a whiny child when he spoke. He ground his baby teeth together when pain struck his stomach again. "I come from Cybertron. Or came from Cybertron. I used to protect this Earth, up until this morning when I woke up like this." He motioned to himself with a paw, then stumbled. He still wasn't steady on his stabilizing servos - paws.

"I don't think you understand. I need to be back in my original form. I have no idea to manage it, however," Orion said with a heavy sigh. These organic beings were not the brightest. Was their only response to this really "Oh, it's happens." They were much stranger than he thought. Did they think it was normal to be given a whole new body? A whole new species? He needed to get back to his robot alien form, wherever it was if was still even out there. And figure this out.