The sound of muffled voices pulls you from the void of unconsciousness, the world slowly coming into focus. You feel cold, heavy, and disoriented, your systems struggling to boot up after what feels like an eternity in stasis. Dull light flickers through the cracks of your optics as you realize you're no longer inside your pod. Instead, you’re lying on a smooth metal table in what appears to be some sort of base.

“Systems appear functional,” a gruff voice says. “Though I wouldn’t call this one combat-ready just yet.”

Your optics snap fully online, revealing a tall, broad Cybertronian with red and blue plating standing before you. His presence is commanding, yet there’s a warmth in his glowing blue optics that immediately sets you at ease.

“Welcome back to consciousness,” the mech says, his voice calm and steady. “I am Optimus Prime. You’ve been in stasis for quite some time, and we found your pod during one of our patrols on Earth.”

Earth? You vaguely recognize the name, but the details elude you. Your memory banks are fragmented, like shattered glass.

Another voice cuts in, sharper and more skeptical. “You sure we should just bring them back here? For all we know, they could be Decepticon.”

You turn your head to see a smaller, blue and black Cybertronian leaning against the wall with crossed arms. Her piercing gaze makes it clear she doesn’t trust you.

“Arcee,” Optimus chides gently, “we cannot assume hostility without reason. This one’s memory core is damaged. They may not even remember the war.”