Transformers One Orion x Oc Female Reader

Chapter 6

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Darkwing brought them to the ground of the sublevel. Darkwing threw the three bots to the floor hard. "Wait, wait! You don't understand!" D-16 yelled at Darkwing. "We were supposed to go to Sentinel Prime's service bots!" Silverstorm and Orion glanced at each other and looked at them. "You two dolts are never going to see anyone ever again!" Darkwing pointed at them. "I'll make sure of that!" Darkwing took off. "You're making a big mistake!" D-16 tries to reason with him. "Ask Sentinel.....!" The door closed, cutting him off leaving Silverstorm, Orion, and D-16 in a room.

Silverstorm groans when the door closes. "Ugh, I hate that guy." Orion commented. "I know, right." Silverstorm groans in annoyance. They heard a clanging noise, making the three bots crouch as Orion pulled Silverstorm behind his back as they peeked over. They saw a yellow bot with a mask on staring at the garbage heading to the furnace. The yellow bot slowly turned its helm approaching the three bots. "You..." He said, pointing a servo at them. "How did you get down here?" He asked with a deep voice, walking toward them, causing Orion Pax to pull Silverstorm behind and D-16 to back away in fear.

The yellow mech stood up, the helmet open as it slid on top of the shorter, yellow mech's helm. "You're, You're, You're others! You're not me!" The new bot seemed excited to see new Cybertronains. "You're here! And you're not me! Hoo, hoo, hoo!" He pointed his two digits back at himself before laughing. "Uh... yeah." Orion nodded. Orion Pax, Silverstorm, and D-16 looked confused, glancing at the the yellow mech. "Awesome!" The yellow mech pointed his digits at them excitedly. "I am so sorry." He apologized. "That must've been weird. I haven't had a lot of company since they put me down in sub-level 50." Silverstorm tilts her helm.

She never knew that there were more levels. How come they never mentioned it? "50?" D-16 shared a glance with Orion, who seemed was surprised to hear the existence of a hidden level. "But there are only 40 sub-levels..." Silverstorm nodded her helm. "That's what I thought!" The yellow mech yelled. "Turns out there are ten more." He pointed his digits above. "And they are not pleasant. Probably no one ever really talks about it." Silverstorm looked up and down in shock. "How long have you been down here?" Orion Pax asked, concerned. "How long have I been here?" The yellow mech quickly began rambling on.

Silverstorm wanted to know too. He looks so gentle and kind. "Haha! Let's see!" He leans against the metal gate. "Uh, somewhere between a long time and forever." Silverstorm nodded her helm, listening to his reason. "I mean...I had other jobs. But I kept... getting reassigned because I'm so good at what I do." He explained. "Oh, I'm B-127, by the way. But you can call me Bee." He introduced himself. "I'm actually working on some nicknames. The one floating right now is Badassatron. Which is actually pronounced...." He stood still as he said in a deep voice. "Badasstron." Normal voice: "But if you have any particular....." Silverstorm laughed softly at his actions.

"Great, Great, Great....." D-16 cut him off. "But how do we get out of here?" He pointed his digits elsewhere, showing his point if there was to escape. "Great question." B-127 commented. "You don't." Silverstorm looked around if there was a way out. "We don't?" D-16 was in disbelief. "You have limited access to the waste management area. But the new ship management there does not like distractions." B-127 began explaining their situation. "No, no, they prefer we stay here on the task at hand." Silverstorm asked, "Like what?" "Which is?" Orion asked, looking at him.

They both looked at each other as they turned away in embarrassment. "Oh..." B-127 back away to show, using his helmet as an example. "The scrap comes in from the chute there." He pointed to the large garbage chute. "Onto the conveyor belt." He put his helmet onto the machine. "Our job is to look for anything valuable before it hits the furnace and gets smelted." Silverstorm watched as the helmet got burned. "So you watch garage burn..." D-16 mumbled. "Yes!" B-127 replied, pointing at them. "It is so great that you're here now. I can't wait to learn everything about you and then tell you everything about me!" He said with excitement. "I have a lot of hopes and dreams that I am just dying to share with three new best friends." Silverstorm smiled at B-127. "Oh, where are my manners?" B-127 laughed softly. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew..." Bee walks over to the metal door. "Hey guys! We got company." B-127 knocked on some metal door before sliding them open.