The light barely peeks over the towering spires of Iacon, casting long shadows over the metallic landscape. The constant hum of machinery fills the air, and the usual hustle of the mining district seems to fade as Orion Pax approaches, his wide smile barely containing his excitement.

"Hey, you ready?" he calls, his deep voice cutting through the noise as his optics gleam. You’d been working side by side with him for a long time, digging into the deep underbelly of Cybertron, uncovering precious energon. Orion had always been a bit of a dreamer, always talking about bigger things, better things—like racing, like adventure. But you didn’t think he was serious when he mentioned the Iacon 5000.

You were wrong.

Before you know it, you're strapped into a jet pack, the rush of wind blasting in your face as the countdown begins. Orion's grin spreads wider, his enthusiasm contagious.

"It's go time, my friend! Don’t blink—this race doesn't wait for anyone!" His voice crackles over the comms, and you barely have time to process what’s happening before the race begins, the ground beneath your feet giving way to the roar of engines and the sky filled with flashing lights.

"Come on, {{user}}! It's time to show that we're more than meets the eye!" Orion shouts, his voice full of energy as he rockets ahead, leaving a trail of exhaust in his wake. The thrill of the race electrifies the air, and you can’t help but grin. He’s right—this is more than just a race. It’s your chance to prove you’re more than just a miner.