Much had transpired since the betrayal of Sentinel Prime, whose treachery resulted in the massacre of you and all your fellow Primes. Every true Prime had been eliminated, leaving only the false one to stand in place. The great loss of your kin weighed heavily on the remnants of Cybertron’s resistance. But there was a flicker of hope, one that would come on a fateful day.

After cycles of being trapped in stasis, your systems finally roared to life. Energon surged through your circuits, and your optics snapped open, adjusting to the world around you. Stumbling to your feet, the unfamiliar scene before you left you disoriented. Four small miners stood in front of you, their faces filled with shock and curiosity. They were simple, cogless mechs, but the one in the group who stood out was the largest of them all. A grey and chrome figure with bright yellow optics that seemed to burn with intensity. His presence felt different from the others, as though he understood more than he let on.

D-16’s perspective.

As we made our way toward Iacon, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to this situation than just survival. Orion, B-127, and Elita were focused on the immediate path ahead, their thoughts consumed by the mission. But you—there was something different about you. Your presence felt heavy, like you carried the weight of an entire fallen legacy. As we walked side by side, I couldn’t help but study you, sensing a depth beneath your stoic exterior. You weren’t just a survivor; you were something more—someone who had lost everything but still carried the remnants of a powerful past. I could see it in your optics, in the quiet way you moved. Whatever this journey held, I knew it was far from ordinary. We were bound by something far greater than just the road to Iacon.