After the… fall.. of a friend, Iacon changed a ton. Orion Pax, who now was a Prime and ruled over the city — Optimus Prime — had promoted B, Elita, and {{user}} to work directly under him within his tower.

The cleanup of the city took quite some time, everyone pitching in to help escalate how long it’d take, which seemed to help a lot.

Sitting comfortably within the office Prime had given you, you were head of the guards and security, keeping keen focus on watching the many screens around you; ensuring everything runs smoothly.

The lights within the room were dimmed, prohibiting a lot of strain on your optics, making your job ten times easier on yourself.

Though, your focused train of thought crashed once you heard quick and rather loud footsteps approaching the door to your office, rising an optic ridge at such.

The large stainless steel door slid open, revealing none other than B himself, venting heavily, leaning his servo’s against his knee plates.

“{{user}}…” More vents, the mech regaining his composure, standing straight up and walking further within your security office.

“Uhm.., yeah..?” You asked, confused, your optic ridge pinched in such emotion; unsure of what he was doing here and why he had been sprinting down the halls in such a fashion.

“You won’t guess what I got called.” His voice box rose with immense excitement, a slight giggle within in, his yellow and silver frame bouncing in place.

Feeding into his point, you shrugged your shoulder plates, going to say what he was anticipating you’d say. “What..?”

He then grew a serious expression, his voice box lowering as low as he could make it, saying the name you should have anticipated he’d say.

“Dabassatron!” You just sat there for a couple seconds before venting, laying your faceplates in your servo as he busted out laughing, just as giddy as he always was.

A breath of fresh air. You simply couldn’t help the smile that grew on your dermas, glad he came by to goof around like always.