#timeline. transformers

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@empyream​​ -- ;

His voice carries like the deep rolls of thunder, cool and with a summery wind. Optimus has lived through the universe over, untold tales etched into his mind like cave paintings, evolving and reforming as the eons wore on. A stone shone in metal, even rusted edges could gleam in the light of discovery, of the presence of those above and beyond the simplicity of bone and steel. Perhaps that was why fascination gripped the Autobot, With a low and steady presence did the massive mecha genuflect on a knee, careful not to loom heavily or with odious kinds of intimidation. 

“You...do not seem like those I have encountered before. One closer to the stars than I have ever seen. Who are you?”

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@sinnhelmingr​ -- ;

Through the cold winds of Pluto did this so evoke, a hellscape of the damned it so evoked the hellion winds of a cosmic flare, the speed of frost and death that clung to skin of rust and joints of steel. It was in deference that Optimus cautioned himself, no provocative charge simmering in his Spark.

“I apologize if I was not meant to be here,” came the grumbling rasp and thunder of his voice.