D-16 —— TFO

D-16 didn't remember how he'd ended up in the box. His last memory was of pulling Orion Pax out from beneath a fallen rock, then a flash, a hum, and silence. Now the air smelled of wood, rain, and grass. He carefully moved his fingers, feeling the click of gears. His frame was bulky, angular, and heavy; exposed mechanisms at his elbows and knees creaked, and the pipes, instead of smooth actuators, felt alien. D-16 frowned; he didn't like it when things didn't work properly. A plush toy of Megatronus Prime lay nearby. D-16 hugged it to his chest; its softness, unlike the metal of Cybertron, comforted him. The purple silk beneath was smooth and cool, and the gold trim gleamed, contrasting with his rusty red and gray armor. D-16 shifted uncomfortably, trying to lie “beautifully,” as gifts should, but he felt clumsy and guilty, fearing that trouble would happen because of him.

The box rocked, and the lid opened slightly. D-16 froze, clutching the toy. Steps, a door, and a warm light flashed before his eyes. A soft, surprised voice rang out:

• Hey... who are you?

D-16 opened his eyes. A man in ordinary clothes stood in the doorway, unlike the Cybertronian miners: no armor or heavy tools.
"I... I'm D-16," he answered quietly, trying to speak clearly. "I'm a miner. I didn't mean to bother anyone. I just don't know how I ended up here."