282Chapter 1: Heed the Call
Before the Allspark…
"Optimus Prime." A familiar voice boomed all around. "Optimus Prime."
As if waking for the first time in eons, the battle-hardened Prime opened his eyes and looked all around. He was in a short of shadow zone. Nothing was clear, yet this place screamed of familiarity to him.
"That voice." Optimus murmured in recognition. "I know it well."
"You have returned to us, my student." The voice of Alpha Trion. "You have made us all proud."
Optimus stood up as straight as he could. He took a step forward, feeling nothing out of place. He found this to be unusual given that he had just given his life so that Cybertron could generate new life. He expected to feel different, ethereal rather than normal. He expected to feel… lifted from his material form. He felt no difference in his presence.
Curiosity overrode his sense of confusion as he continued to explore this place, seeking out the voice. The memories within him began to stir, memories of a time beyond his days as Optimus Prime the Autobot leader and his days as Orion Pax the archivist. He was being taken back into the memories of his earliest days as Optimus Prime, the last of the Thirteen. Those memories were ones he hadn't thought about for a long time. They were comprised of some of the best and worst times of his life.
"Optimus Prime." Alpha Trion's voice echoed throughout the realm. "Come this way. We have much to discuss."
"But which way?" Optimus Prime questioned his former mentor's voice. "I am unsure how to proceed."
"Follow your instinct." The master archivist instructed. "It will guide you to where your destiny lies."
Optimus nodded at this and began to scan his surroundings. At a glance, there appeared to be nothing outstanding, but patience had taught him that a great deal of things were not as they seemed at face value. As an archivist and as military leader, he had honed his ability to observe and analyze details to a very fine point. It was a matter of condensing all relevant details into a clear and concise all the while funneling out distractions.
Calming both his body and mind, he felt more of his curiosity ebb away. His own senses were telling him what to do now.
He began to walk the path that he felt most confident in. It had been a long time since he had to make a choice which would only affect his being. His days as an archivist at Iacon had been the last time he had only himself to think about, but that did not mean he had no worries for others still.
Just like the previous time he had seen Alpha Trion, he was worried. He had friends and comrades alive on Cybertron and in the galaxy. While the future for all of them was more positive now that the Great War was all but over and Cybertron was now on its way to once again become the home of all Cybertronians, he still could not help but worry just a little bit. He always worried about those that he cared about.
Optimus could even say that he felt concern for Megatron, his former brother in arms. Despite all the fighting and the war and everything that had throw against each other in the name of the Autobots and the Decepticons, it didn't change the fact that at one point in their lives, they were very close. Of course, he never wished for the Great War to have happened, but at the end of the day, the past could not be changed, and given Megatron's decision to disband the Decepticons and his decision to go into exile, it proved that every sentient being possessed the capacity for change.
"You think of the past, Optimus." Alpha Trion was able to read him like an open hologram.
Optimus looked all around himself, yet found no trace of his mentor, not in physical form at least. It was a voice to be sure, but there was no denying that the old Prime was there.
"I do." Optimus gave no hesitation and spoke truthfully. "I only hope that our race can learn from the mistakes of those that we have lost and those that are still alive so that our future will be brighter."
"It will be difficult, that is a certainty." Alpha Trion answered with a nod of his head. "Lessons and history can often be forgotten. That is why it is the duty of individuals to remind each other of the past and all of its teachings."
"That is true." Optimus nodded his head. "Which begs the question: am I to be reborn once more?"
"In a way, but not in the way you have known your entire existence." Alpha Trion answered at first, then had more words. "Optimus Prime, you have led a life of duty, honor, courage, leadership, compassion, and sacrifice. We would ask that you return to life not as our own race, but that of a Human?"
"A Human?" Optimus raised an optic. "For what purpose?"
"It is a dual-edged blade so to speak." Alpha Trion continued on. "We wish you to simply live your life not as the world demands it of you, but as you wish it."
"Have I not done so before?" Optimus was confused by what was being said. "My time as a librarian and archivist was more than satisfactory."
"Perhaps so, but you were reborn into that life, a life dictated to you by the caste system that Cybertron had been using." Alpha Trion said with much wisdom. "We wish you to be reborn into a life that will allow you more freedom to go where you please, to do what you wish, and to meet people that you can form relationships with."
Optimus thought on this. There was nothing more important than seeing Cybertron and his race being brought back to a golden age in which all would have the freedom to do as they wished it. In a sense, it was not only a fight for his entire race, but also for himself. Despite it not being to his liking, the experienced Prime knew that he was superb at fighting, tactics, and warfare, nothing that he should be good at by any means. All of these things were done out of necessity.
Now he was being offered the chance to be reborn as a Human? It seemed almost unreal to him, but considering what he had witnessed in his entire existence, it wasn't that unbelievable. It also did not hurt that he had Human friends, so there was that.
"...why am I being given another chance at life?" Optimus felt some of his old regrets coming back. "I have merely done what I needed to do to secure Cybertron's future. I have committed horrific tragedies to achieve that goal, and even accounting for all the good that I have tried to do, my hands are stained with the energon of millions of our kind."
"And that is why we are giving you that life." Alpha Trion relayed in a more comforting tone. "Living your life is but one reason we grant you this. We also hope that you spread what you know to younger minds. Cybertron's future is safe; now Humanity has need of your aid. If you do not wish to live for yourself, then do it for Humanity."
If there was one thing that Optimus could not stand, it was not being able to help anyone. Humans, thought not his own kind, were very similar. There was a Human term called the uncanny valley. So close, yet not quite there. Cybertronians and Humans were of like mind in some ways, even resembling each other in a way, yet both were made of different materials, forged by different events, and had different ways of changing the world and universe around them. Still, it was those differences that made him want to learn more about them. Jazz would have certainly wanted to study up Human culture, because Primus knew that there was much in the way of Human culture.
But if Humanity did indeed need his help, then he would gladly go and do whatever was in his power to help.
"If there are those that need my help, then I will gladly go." Optimus knew what he had to do. "I will help Humanity in any way I can."
"Very well." Alpha Trion nodded, seemingly satisfied. "We will be providing you with the means to sustain yourself in the Human world to get you started, but remember that you will be able to life the life you wish. Our brothers and sister give their regards."
His old friend and mentor could no longer be heard. The beating spark that was the Allspark began to shine brighter. This, combined with the core of Cybertron, began to radiate power. This was the power of Primus, he who charted the universe when it was new, he who battled Unicron in the beginning of time, he whose power gave life to Cybertron and the race of Cybertronians. It would now grant him a new form in which he would set out to do what he always wished to do: to help others.
"Let us begin." Optimus chanted.
High School DxD - - - Transformers
Optimus felt his eyes open. He was staring up at a ceiling, not one that he was familiar with. It was not just what he could see that was unfamiliar. It was what he was feeling all around. The feeling of oxygen entering and carbon dioxide leaving, the feeling against his skin, the way that smell gave him a different perspective of his environment. All of his new sense came to him, but it did not overwhelm him. He took these new senses in stride, getting to know them.
He raised himself from the comfortable surface he was laying on. Although not intimately familiar with Human necessities, he did know that he was laying upon a bed. A few sheets fell off his body. He must have been covered as well. It provided just enough warmth to keep him comfortable. He felt no discomfort in any part of himself. With that in mind, he began to flex his body parts. His arms, his legs, his head, even his new genitalia. He was familiar with how Humans procreated, and while it was different from how new Cybertronians came to be, he did not have any right to judge. It was how they continued their species, after all, and that was natural.
Optimus took a good look around himself, familiarizing himself with his surroundings. It was a fairly spartan room, with nothing in the way of decorations. Four white walls with a single black work desk. Also, large shelves for storing books and other odds and ends lined two walls. Shelves attached to the wall adorned one wall. The final wall was covered entirely by a curtain, no doubt covering a massive window. The former Cybertronian carefully stood to his feet, testing his footing, and once he found himself to be steady, he walked to the curtain and pulled both sides back all the way to reveal what was beyond.
Apparently, he was located somewhere a bit more isolated from the rest of civilization. It would appear that he was residing within a house that was located somewhere closer to the wilderness, but civilization could be seen. In the distance, there looked to be a town, so he wasn't completely apart from other people.
I should get an idea as to where I am. Optimus thought to himself. And I should also reacquaint myself with Human culture.
There were a few basic Human principles to consider. Firstly, he had to get some clothing on. With that in mind, he turned to scan his room. He was looking for either a dresser or a closet. He found the latter, indicated by a single red door. When he approached it, the door immediately parted, splitting in two with either side retracting into the wall. Inside, he found an-already stocked closet full of different types of clothing. The color, the variety, and the composition were so many. In reality, it was no different than a Cybertronian being able to transform and switch their color schemes and make upgrades to their own body. Clothing was merely the human way of expressing this change.
By his own knowledge, Optimus knew that he could not hope to choose an outfit that was consistent and sensible. His first time on Earth had him using the world wide web to learn Earth's languages, and any and all practical knowledge regarding culture, laws, and other things to consider while on Earth. Ultimately, things like fashion, trends, and other things of a more personal preference were not deemed important to the mission of fighting the Decepticons and protecting Humanity. Now that he was at least partially human, he wondered if he even had his old capabilities.
On instinct, he began to call upon his Cybertronian side. Amazingly enough, he was able to instantly interface with the world wide web, and it was a cinch to simply look through current trends and other posts, blogs and informative sites regarding clothing and attire. The only thing that struck him as odd was the all local signals and sites seemed to be written in Japanese.
I may not even be within the United States of America. Optimus mulled over. While that is not a problem in terms of the language, there is a concern on my physicality.
Like Cybertronians, Humans came in all different shapes, sizes, and colors, and based on what he was seeing, foreigners in Japan were a somewhat tricky subject. On one hand, Japan was a nation of people who almost uniformly carried the same ancestry. Not that the Japanese were necessarily adverse or untrusting of different races or ethnicities, but they did value uniformity and order, and foreigners could be neither. On the other hand, in recent years, there were more cases of Japanese families with mixed heritage, a sign of a closed society becoming more accepting of others, even if only marginally.
Optimus casually began to scan through his own wardrobe, finding nothing in particular that caught his eye. These colors and themes were all reminiscent of his old friends and enemies. Grey, red, blue and yellow, black and yellow, blue, nothing quite to his own taste.
Then his hand caught onto a red jacket featuring a hood and a zipper up the center. A closer inspection made him realize that on the front. The coat was clear and bright red lined with the occasional white trimming and decoration, fairly minimalistic in its design, but still noticeable.
Picking up the jacket that had his colors, he also noticed a few accommodating t-shirts. All of them were solid colors, but with their respective inverse color of the Autobot symbol on the front. It was easy to choose a black shirt with a white Autobot symbol on the front. It really made it stand out.
From there, finding leg-wear was simple enough. Blue cargo pants, plenty of pockets to carry around whatever was small enough to fit, and then some white socks.
Optimus finished fitting himself when he saw a mirror big enough to see his own body from top to bottom. It was the first time seeing his own Cybertronian-Human hybrid form.
He stood at a above average height of 72 inches, or 182 centimeters tall. His hair was a dark sapphire blue and was fairly long; though not long enough for him to be mistaken as feminine, it was a lot longer than he remembered human males having their hair. His eyes were a light aqua blue, clearly distinct from his hair. His jaw was clean shaven with no noticeable facial hair either on his sides or around his mouth.
His own body appeared less bulky and more lean and toned. It was a good combination for combative purposes. Admittedly, he was of a much greater physical stature than a majority of his fellow Autobots, and one of the few that could compete with Megatron's more bulky and muscular build. His evolution into his new body had placed him on virtually equal grounds with his arch nemesis, but he was still most use to the body that he had spent so much time honing during the Great War for Cybertron. This body was like the Human version of that body.
This is the body that I have been granted. Optimus noted to himself as he tested his reflexes. If I am to keep this form in peak condition, I must take the proper steps, and that first step is obtaining food and water.
With this in mind, the former Autobot leader took one last look at himself before exiting the room. Navigating through the hallways was a simple affair. It looked to be a family home, with enough space to accommodate four people, maybe a male and female parent along with two children. It seemed like an unnecessary amount of space, but for now, he would remain on the cautious side and not dismiss what he was given, considering that he had no idea where he was located on Earth exactly, only that he was somewhere in Japan most likely.
Walking down, he discovered what appeared to be a kitchen area and dining room space. From his own information, this was the place where Humans traditionally created meals and beverages for survival. The amount of possibilities were only limited by the imagination, so he had a lot to learn in that regard.
Optimus also discovered an office space, lined with even more empty bookshelves and a desk containing all sorts of devices. Apparently, these were the latest on the market. A smartphone, a computer, a laptop, and a tablet. These devices were comparatively more primitive than any Cybertronian interfaces, even to pre-war tech. Still, his first instinct was to power up the computer. It took him only a few moments to reach his login display, and in very clear print was his old name.
Orion Pax.
Using my name before the war will be more fitting to Human society. Optimus… no, Orion, said to himself. Yet it is the name Optimus Prime that gave me life and meaning. To part with it now feel so bittersweet.
All things came to an end eventually. Perhaps it was time once and for all to put down the mantle of Optimus Prime and embrace the name Orion Pax for the rest of his days.
Transformers - - - High School DxD
Kuoh Academy had been undergoing a rather unusual time in its history. The introduction of boys had been met with mixed results.
On one hand, there was Yuuto Kiba, the most well-liked boy in all of the school. He was polite, cheerful, cool, and just plain awesome. Add this to the fact that he had top-notch grades and was an excellent athlete and there was the making of an ideal boy. There was also the fact that he was really good-looking in just about every way. Those long blonde locks of hair, those blue-grey eyes that sparkled in the light, the elegant way he composed himself, that built and slim body. Not a single girl in the entire academy had a bad thing to say about him. He was, without a doubt, their prince.
On the other hand, there was the Perverted Trio. The three of them were little more than nuisances, annoying little brats that were horndogs all of the time. The only reprieve that came was during class, but as for the rest of the day, the three deviants would be gallivanting off, trying to catch a peek of the girls in the Kendo club. Well, they stared at everyone to be sure and there just was no end to their desire to see it all. All the girls avoided those three like the plague. The only good thing to come out of them was the satisfaction of the beatdowns that would ensue once they were caught in the act.
But there was big news in the academy. Supposedly, the second year was getting a transfer student, and to make it more intriguing, it was a foreign male student, the very first one that Kuoh Academy would be seeing. It was true that male students were allowed into the academy, but there had been no entries from boys outside the nation. That is, until now.
But transfer student or no transfer student, time stopped for no one. Students were beginning to arrive in large numbers at this time. The sun was up and bright in the sky. It a perfect day to be outside more or less. It was neither hot nor cold, just comfortable enough for the students as a whole. Perhaps on the surface, this was a sign of a good day.
A girl then shouted, compelling more heads to turn to see what the fuss was about.
The first thing that the girls saw was a boy. He was a foreigner without a shadow of a doubt. His facial structure was so much different than a Japanese boy's face. He appeared so mature and masculine, but there were still hints of boyishness. He sported eyes that were just as bright and vibrant as that of the clear blue sky of the day. His hair was dark blue and glistened so much in the sunlight. It looked so silky and soft. His other outstanding feature was his height. He stood at least half a head taller than all of the other boys in the academy. Not only was he tall, but anyone would be able to see that he was stacked.
In short, he was eye candy for all of the girls. It was like another coming of Yuuto Kiba, but this one had the added bonus of being more exotic and more manly.
The same could not be said for the boys, who were already scowling and muttering bad words about handsome guys getting all of the attention.
In addition to his unfair good looks was his posture and demeanor. The way he walked, the way he carried himself, it was so enticing to watch. He commanded a sense of authority and had quite the presence, but it was not an oppressive feeling at all. Quite the opposite actually. It felt more like a firm but fair kind of vibe. It was like convincingly asking people for attention.
The transfer boy stopped to survey his surroundings, seeming to take note of the dozens of girls that were staring at him with varying degrees of looks. From love and lust at first sight to dreamy sighs and admiration, every girl there was swooning at him. In response to these looks, he simply lifted his mouth into a smile, one that was genuine and true. It was easy to determine that his smile was friendly and caring because his eyes didn't lie. If there was any doubt about this boy now, they were all gone in an instant.
The girls loved him now. The boys hated his guts now.
From her viewpoint, the president of the Occult Research Club, Rias Gremory surveyed what was currently going on the courtyard. New students were always of interest to her; they were potential pieces for her to acquire and welcome into her family. She already had an eye and ear out for Issei Hyoudou, but the new guy was just as interesting.
What she was sensing was something holy, but not the type of holiness that came from angels and holy beings of Heaven. No, this was some other divine power.
"You feel it too." Akeno stood nearby, commenting on the power. "That divine power."
"Yes, I do." Rias nodded in contemplation. "But for the life of me, I can't get a reading on it. I've never felt power like this before."
"Neither have I." Akeno said while joining her friend at the window. "But at least he appears pleasant if nothing else."
"I hope that's the case." Rias replied while watching further. "So far, I'm not seeing anything that would indicate bad intentions."
This school was meant to house some powerful elements, and to ensure peace here, all elements had to be carefully watched. Personal interpretations aside, they needed to be sure what they were dealing with here. Just because someone was holy it did not mean they were clear of suspicion. A test of character would come with time, but for now, watching his behaviors and patterns would have to suffice.
"And there's Issei Hyoudou." Akeno giggled at the sight of the boy in question. "Now things are getting interesting."
"With him around, the days are less normal." Rias smiled a light smile. "Of that we can be sure."
High School DxD - - - Transformers
Orion had gone to the headmaster's office and had finished up all the necessary paperwork in order to officially be recognized as a Kuoh Academy student. The process was painless and straightforward.
Besides this, his first impression had left quite a positive impact on the student body as a whole. He wasn't oblivious to the looks he was receiving. At first, he wasn't sure what to make of it, but then he was reminded of something that he learned about Humans when first coming to Earth. Unlike Cybertronians, it was necessary for both males and females to exist in order to continue the species.
Among the many ways to know whether or not one was desirable as a mate was how one looked at a person. The former Autobot couldn't really be sure if he was reading correctly, but all of the female population appeared more or less enamored with him. It was such an alien feeling, having never really felt something like this before. Romantic attachments on Cybertron were quite common, but he had never found the time nor the right femme to become invested in. There were just greater things to worry about like the future of Cybertron and all of its inhabitants. Now he had all the time in the world to figure out if there was a girl out there who might be compatible with him.
He wondered…
"Okay, you can come in now." His new homeroom teacher waved him into the classroom.
Orion filed away those thoughts for later, reorienting himself to focus on what he was about to do now. With his best foot forward, he entered the classroom, gazing only momentarily to get a glimpse of his new classmates. Already many faces brightened significantly as the sight of him, but he could pick out a few not-so-friendly faces. He would have to get to know those faces and see why they disliked him. Once he was satisfied with his glimpse of his classmates, he wrote his name up on the board. He did his best to translate his own name, but it was better suited in english, so in addition to the japanese, he wrote the english version down too. Once he did so, he faced the classroom.
"Hello, my name is Orion Pax." Orion bowed his head. "I hail from Jasper, Nevada, located in the United States of America. From this day forward, I hope to become friends with all of you and hopefully we can all become better version of ourselves."
He lifted his head, seeing what he could only describe as absurdity. It was like all the girls in the class had stars in their eyes. He knew that people seemed to take a liking to him, but he was unprepared for this kind of reaction. For the first time in a very long time, he felt nervous. It was only thanks to his own mental and physical discipline that he remained calm on the outside.
"Now, then, Mister Pax, you can sit next to Issei Hyoudou." The teacher pointed to an empty seat.
Orion's eyes followed and he spotted who he presumed to be Issei Hyoudou. The boy had really long brown hair paired with brown-gold eyes. He looked really unhappy about the seating arrangement. This might be more difficult than initially anticipated. Making enemies right out of the gate was not the intended outcome.
With all the dignity and grace he had, the former bot grabbed his bag, moved to his seat and sat down. He looked to his right once more only to see what his neighbor was thinking. Clearly, the boy's mood hadn't changed one bit. He was still glaring energon daggers. Thinking of a way to diffuse this tension, he smiled in response. It did not work and Issei just looked even more annoyed.
This lasted only mere seconds as every girl in the class began to stare down Issei and the brown-haired boy shrunk down at these piercing looks. Once he had been sufficiently subdued, the girls then become sparkly and friendly, looking back to Orion, who really had no idea how to react other than to smile and nod his head in acknowledgement. He appreciated that small gesture in a way, but it it was not necessary and it felt too forceful.
Aside from that little mishap, the rest of the day proceeded in an orderly fashion. The former Autobot had no trouble understand the material, but he would have to get acquainted with past lectures and their knowledge so that he would be learning the material in chronological order. All of this reading and learning and listening was awakening a dormant part of himself, the one which wished to evolve with more know-how. Being a librarian at Iacon was something he took immeasurable joy and pride in. His time in the war had seen him practically shoving aside that side of him. Returning to it felt like getting to know himself again, and it felt good.
There was history, english, geometry, science, and a physical education. While Orion was no scientist back in his day, his basic knowledge of technology, science, and mathematics were higher than any Human. What Humans considered to be highly advanced and complicated was common knowledge for the average Cybertronian, especially with fields in regards to mathematics and science. After all, this knowledge was necessary for self-repairs and maintenance.
When lunch break rolled around, he was instantly approached by a flock of girls asking him a multitude of questions.
"Where do you live now?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"What are you doing this afternoon?"
"What clubs are you considering joining?"
For a normal person, it would be nigh-impossible to answer all of the questions being flung at him, but with his Cybertronian physiology still at play, he could process and respond accordingly. Thankfully, most of the questions fell into one of four categories, so after swiftly perusing through the net for word and term clarification, he answered succinctly, but he also wished to ensure that he would not be too bogged down in further responses.
"I am currently living on the outskirts of Kuoh City. I do not have a girlfriend as of yet. I have no immediate engagements after school. I have not considered if I wish to join a club or group. Unfortunately at this time, I am more concerned with getting acclimated to my schedule. Perhaps with time, I will be able to decide upon further extracurricular activities."
While he regretted not being able to be of some service to others, he did need to get used to his own body first before he considered setting out to try new things. Familiarity with himself was key to becoming the best he could be. Knowing his own mental self inside and out was the first step which he had mastered already. Now he had to relearn his own physical body quite literally. Unlike with his previous robotic body, this human body needed considerable more time to work in synch with his mind.
The reactions from the girls were a mix. A few disappointed faces, a few eager faces, and everything else in between. This seemed like the perfect time to let everyone know his disposition towards the student body.
"Should any of you require anything from me, please do not hesitate to call upon me." Orion couldn't help but smile once again. "If it is within my power to help, I will do so. I live to help others."
The girls surrounding him perked up at his proclamation and returned his smile with their own. It was nice to see some genuinely innocent smiles, smiles that weren't tainted or plagued by the evils of the world.
Orion glanced to his side to see a disgruntled Issei Hyoudou still with that look of disgust. He would also need to figure out a way to be at least amicable with the boy if nothing else.
I stumbled upon the High School Dxd/Transformers crossover section and found this place strangely lacking. While there are a couple other stories with Optimus Prime as the primary protagonist, the problem I had with those stories were how they were written. As a writer of five years on this site, I have become decidedly more noticing of grammatical errors.
I can accept a few mistakes here and there, but some of those stories with Optimus have consistent awkward phrasing, past and present tenses in the wrong way, and just errors that throw the entire vibe off. Plus, some of those stories feel like they're moving too fast. Still, it was those stories that inspired me to write my own, so while I am critical of them, I am also thankful for their inspiration.
From this point on, I will refer to Optimus Prime as Orion Pax. Using this name is logical because for one thing, it fits in the Human world. For another, Optimus Prime is decidedly a Cybertronian name, not at all fitting for Earth.
As for characterization, I've been thinking hard about that one. Optimus Prime has spent millions of years in battle and combat and has a natural talent for leadership, strategy and tactics. He's also brave, courageous, determined, rational, no-nonsense, and loyal. I'm sure everyone who knows Transformers lore knows that.
That being said, all of these things that Optimus has translate into something akin to a Special Forces soldier and commander. Keep in mind that in order to make it into any Special Forces, you need to be a cut above the best. Physically and mentally, you need to be above the others. Certainly, a normal person can push themselves and become a Special Forces soldier, but sometimes, it all comes down to have those traits and talents and skills that no one else does.
So why does all of this matter for characterization? Well, if I equate Optimus to a Special Forces soldier, than I believe that the way he conducts himself should be different than a normal teenager. He needs to be a leader. He needs to put others before himself. He needs to translate fear and dread into something productive. He needs to be doing things by his own code of honor. I could go on, but the point is that Optimus is a character that is treasured so much because he embodies many things that we as people want to have ourselves. He can't really be at his best if he's a servant, so he will remain autonomous and independent.
Also, I have been battle with Issei's role in the story. I originally wanted to write him out, but then I thought about it again. If I were Optimus, I would not seek to destroy the people that disagree with me, but try to come to an understanding. This is why Issei will remain within the story, but this is the story of Orion Pax at the end of the day.
On a completely unrelated topic, which is the best girl for Optimus/Orion? I know that it's really early to be deciding that king of thing, but this is High School DxD we're talking about. You all know why you're here, and it sure ain't for story right?
Right?
In any event, what do you readers think? Is this concept story worth pursuing? Who's the best girl for you? Who's the best girl for Orion Pax? Reviews and feedback are greatly appreciated.
I hope you guys enjoyed reading.
"Leadership and learning are indispensable to each other."
John F. Kennedy
P.S. I was at Anime Boston 2018 and I got to hear from the English voice actor of Issei Hyoudou, Josh Grelle at his own panel, and he says that his favorite girl in High School DxD is Akeno.
