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Orion Pax, a simple data clerk working at the Hall of Records of Iacon, is sent to work to a mysterious archaeological site deep into the mines of Kaon. There, he befriends two peculiar miners, and the new knowledge and information they discover far within Primus' depths will challenge everything they know about the regime that rules their world.
Pre-war Cybertron AU. The story of the beginning of a revolution, and the painful start of a civil war.
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I resurrected my old TF Webcomic, and it came back as a fic.
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Divine Revelations by HenshuRin
Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime
28 Dec 2020
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"The moment Optimus was able to remember himself, as the Matrix was once again whole and charged in his chest was an interesting one.
He was in the middle of a battleground, so he had no time to stop and analyze what the subtle difference he could feel was. In a valiant effort to stay alive and keep his team safe, he set the curiosity of the difference to the back of his processor and got back to the task at hand. Which turned out to be catching Megatron’s blade as he tried to strike him down. "
Set directly after the Orion Pax arch in Season 2 of TFP.
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Oh? what do I have here? (tweaking out with joy)
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A lonely archivist of the Iacon Hall of Records finds himself at the center of a planetary coup plot and the obsessive optics of its mysterious ringleader.
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“I guess I’ve gained quite the reputation in some circles,” Orion said as he thickly swallowed the rest of high-grade clinging to his glossa. “I’m experienced, even if I may not look the part.” Megatronus hummed, seemingly pleased with the answer. Orion wasn’t in the habit of discussing his private life with strangers or colleagues, especially considering what said part of his private life pertained to, but the expression on the gladiator’s face was void of judgment, and he allowed himself to relax.
“We really do have the same profession. I wouldn’t have guessed,” Megatronus replied, lying back on the couch of the crappy bar. The scraping sound of well used iron-furniture made Orion grimace.
Or, Megatronus, a gladiator working on the side as a hitman, and Orion Pax, an archivist and sugar baby, misunderstand each other as having the same job when they get hired to infiltrate a Senator's party.