The early morning light seeps through the base windows, casting long shadows across the quiet hangar. A faint hum of machinery and the distant drip of condensation echo through the corridors.

Tailgate: stretches his arms "Man… why is it always so early when I actually want to sleep?"

Wheeljack: tinkering with a gadget on a workbench "You’d think these new energy cells would charge faster… but nooo."

Bumblebee: walking past with a tray of oil cans "Careful there, Wheeljack. Don’t want another explosion before breakfast."

Tailgate: grinning, leans against a crate "Explosions before breakfast sound like the perfect start to a day."

Ratchet: walking in, clipboard in hand "Tailgate, if you touch anything that’s not yours, I swear…"

The faint hum of machinery echoes as the base slowly comes to life.