Transformers One Orion x Oc Female Reader

Chapter 11

Warning. There will be errors

In the Golden Tower in Iacon, Airachnid threw Alpha Trion hard to the floor hard. "Alpha Trion!" Sentinal said as he walked towards him with his servo behind his back. "You are still alive. Look at that." Sentinal leaned over him. "You look horrible." Alpha Trion struggles to get up. "Traitor. You are a disgrace. Primus will surely...." Sentinal cut him off. "Uh, huh. Yes, shut up." Sentinal did not want to hear his speech. "I seized an opportunity to take control of my future." Sentinal walked around him. "Anything that can get out working for you and that boring Council of Elders." Sentinal said as Airachnid watched him with an evil smile.

"Seriously! I would watch you Primes spend half the day losing a war and the other half sitting around and waxing poetic about loyalty and honor. Now look at you." Sentinal glanced down at Alpha Trion. "Hear my words...!" Alpha Trion growled as he struggled to get up. "You will fall, and another Prime will rise...." Sentinal cuts him off, putting a sword under his chin. "Here we go again. I don't want to listen to any more speeches!" Sentinal glares at him. "There were others in the cave with you. Who are they?" Sentinal commanded. "They are to be your undoing. You've lost, Sentinel. Nothing...." Sentinal stabbed him on his back, killing him as he fell on the floor with a thud.

Airachnid smiled. "Oh... Didn't I just say no speeches?" Sentinal said with disgust. "You heard me, right?" He glanced at Airachnid. "This is what I'm talking about. Unbelievable!" He walked around. "All of them are like that. So disrespectful!" He pointed at the dead Alpha Trion with his sword. Sentinal sighs. "Okay, hunt down the others." Sentinal commanded. Arachnid backs away as she transforms into a flying mode. "With pleasure." She responded as the troops followed her.

Meanwhile, the five bots were walking back to Iacon. Silverstorm was worried for D-16. She couldn't stop thinking about his strange behavior. Orion glanced at her as she looked back and tilted her helm at D-16, signaling Orion to talk to him. Orion nodded. "Hey, buddy." Orion walked up D-16. "Oh, hey." D-16 responded. "You've... been a little quiet." Orion worried for his friend. "You, You alright?" He touched his shoulder. "All I could think about is Sentinel's smirking face!" D-16 growled. "He must pay for what he has done. Someone has to do something!" He ducked a tree.

"We are." Orion said. "With Alpha Trion's proof inside that device, we will show everyone the truth." Orion pointed out. "Do you honestly believe it'll be that easy?" D-16 looked at him in disbelief. "Iacon doesn't want to hear the truth. They worship Sentinel. There's got to be a better way to bring him down." Orion takes the small chip out of his servo. "You just have to trust that everyone would believe what we show them...." D-16 cut him off. "I trusted Sentinal!" D-16 screamed. "With everything..." He glared at Orion. "I will never trust a so-called leader ever again." Orion was in shock at his response.

D-16 begins to walk. "There's only one bot I know how to...." D-16 was cut off when he was hit with an gadget, knocking him out. "D!" Silverstorm yelled. The gadget also hits Orion, Elita-1, and B-127. "No!" Silverstorm yelled. One gadget was coming towards her as she ducked. She looked up and saw two bots with flyer mode landed. She growls at them, following her instincts as she roars and charges them. The two bots started to throw gadgets at her as she bit them one by one. They called for backup as she charged at them. One of the bots behind her shot her with a tranquilizer gadget as she felt dizzy, trying to keep her balance as she shook her helm, and felt tired as she lay down and went to recharge. Everything went black.

"Alright, wake them up." A voice commanded. Orion wakes up with a gasp. The others wake up as he notices that Silverstorm is awake, but she is tied up. Orion looked around with bots with flyer modes around them. D-16 looks around with a glare. "Now, are you spies? Or just incompetent lackeys?" The flyer mode leader asked. "We're not spies." Orion responded. "But he is incompetent." Elita explained. Silverstorm laughed softly. "Scanning electrical impulses." A bot with dark blue, gold, and gray bot as he put his digit against his helm. A sonic wave scanned on Orion. "He speaks the truth." He stopped scanning. "That just means he believes himself! Like any spy would!" The flyer mode leader said. B-127 tried to talk, but he couldn't.