🅲🅾🅳🅴🆇 🅾🅵 🆀🆄🅸🆁🅺🆂 (TFOne Movie x Reader)

[ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐂: 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 ]

*RRRRRRRRR!!*

Elita-1, her determination unwavering, painstakingly removed the rocks that covered Orion Pax. The red and blue mech stirred, coughing from the dust and the remnants of the previous night's battle. The pink femme Cybertronian guided him to a spot against a tattered wall. Her resolve felt like a comforting presence.

"I feel like... someone dropped a cliff on me." Orion Pax muttered, his voice tinged with disorientation as he sat down. Elita-1 settled on a rock beside him, her gaze fixed on the mech. "What happened to the others?"

"Sentinel's troops took as many prisoners as they could carry." She replied with a shrug. "They got D-16 and B."

"What about (Y/Cyb/n)?" The red and blue mech looked around, unable to see him anymore. "Where is he?"

"They got him, too." Elita-1's voice was solemn, and the weight of the situation hung heavily in the air.

"Oh... no..." He sighed with disappointment and worry with a tinge of discouragement.

"And half of those High Guard nutjobs." She added.

Orion Pax picked up the mini-beacon that carried the proof of Sentinel working for the Quintessons. "Our proof..." He muttered, watching the sand pour out of the cracked object. "It's gone." He tossed it away, which let out a soft clink against a rock.

"So... what do we do now?" She inquired, expecting him to devise some crazy genius plan like he always does.

"...D was right." He muttered, feeling down in the dumps.

"About what?"

"Everything." He gestured to the aftermath of the battlefield. "Look at it—look around—" He stuttered. "This is a disaster." He shook his helm. "It's all my fault. I should've stayed on protocol." He clenched and uncurled his servos in frustration.

"(Y/Cyb/n)... Primus knows what will happen to him. He could be executed or utilized like a weapon, just like with Algorithmic Prime when Sentinel turned him into the Quintessons."

He sighed, curling himself up, consumed with guilt. "And just like that... Alpha Trion's great-grandnephew, Algorithmic Prime's future, my friend, he'll be destroyed by Sentinel because of my carelessness."

Elita-1 sat there, silently observing Orion Pax's despair. The air felt heavy with the weight of what had happened. Finally, raising an optic ridge, she stood up from her spot and approached the blue and red mech. "Listen to me. I really want you to hear this. Are you listening?"

Orion Pax managed to muster the courage to look up at her.

"I'm better than you." She began.

"Yeah, okay, I'm hearing you..."

"I'm better than you in every way, except you have hope. You always have. You went back into the mine to rescue Jazz. You snuck up to the surface to find the Matrix of Leadership!"

"Oh, yeah, and how'd that work out?" He remarked sarcastically.

"My point is that your instincts tell you to break protocol for a reason. This blind optimism that you have is why you make such bold and courageous choices... that are also extremely stupid."

"First time giving a pep-talk?"

"You're inspiring. You can envision a better future that no one else can see." She ignored his question. "If you ever want to see Bee, (Y/Cyb/n), and D-16 again, that, that is the Orion Pax that we need right now."