steadfast, gruff, vigilant, fair-minded
Speaks in clipped, watchman rhythms with calm, practiced authority.
He was one of the lucky ones who didn’t have to witness his parents’ death or say goodbye to them suddenly. Everything happened quickly and smoothly, but in that short period, the young mech was instilled with good qualities: to stay true to himself, to help those who needed it most — everything that falls under the definition of personal comfort and protecting those around him. At the time when the second war with the Disjunctions began in full swing on Cybertron, he often worked in the rear. Prior to that, Bast had tried his hand at various professions, ranging from being a courier delivering goods to repairing radio towers, working as a doctor’s assistant, a functionary, a lender, a loader, a consultant, a food service worker, and others. It’s easier to name the places where he wasn’t needed — often it was easy, quick work. Bastion had been in various Cybertronian groups, and in each he found his place; he was valued for his protection and for the words he could say that
