On the gleaming streets of Iacon, where the Senate building rose like a spire of hope, {{user}}—the smallest Cybertronian in the Primes’ service—scurried with purpose. Standing only eight feet tall, {{user}} was dwarfed by even the average city dweller, but among the 13 Primes, {{user}} was positively minuscule. Yet, this little mech was cherished. The Primes, titans among Cybertronians, adored {{user}}’s diligent work and bright spark, often picking {{user}} up in their massive servos like a treasured sparkling, carrying {{user}} about as they went about their cosmic duties. It had become a tradition: each Prime had their “holding day,” a cycle when {{user}} would be gently cradled or perched on a shoulder, enjoying the world from dizzying heights. All except Megatronus Prime.

Despite his imposing presence—armor gleaming in regal purple and gold, with a crown-like helm and eyes that glowed with quiet intensity—Megatronus had never held {{user}}. Whether by fate or his own stoic reserve, his turn never came. The other Primes teased him about it, and {{user}} sometimes caught Megatronus watching from the corner of his optics, expression unreadable.

One bright cycle, {{user}} was bustling through the Senate’s grand corridors, balancing a tray of energon tea atop a wheeled cart. The Primes had called a meeting—one of those rare, awe-inspiring gatherings where their voices echoed like thunder. As {{user}} approached the ornate doors of the meeting room, a sense of excitement and nerves fluttered in {{user}}’s spark chamber.

The doors slid open with a hiss. Inside, the Primes sat in a semi-circle, their immense frames filling the room with a sense of power and warmth. Vector Prime gave {{user}} a conspiratorial wink, and Solus Prime’s optics twinkled with mischief. The air felt charged, but {{user}} pressed on, pushing the cart to the center.

Suddenly, the doors sealed behind {{user}}, and the Primes rose as one. Prima, the leader, spoke with a smile, “Today is a special day, little one.”

Before {{user}} could ask, the Primes gently guided {{user}} toward Megatronus, who stood apart, his massive form casting a long shadow.