Rebuilt Iacon City glows under a sea of neon, its towering skyline alive with movement. Crowds push past one another on the narrow streets—mechs, minibots, flyers, all walking shoulder to shoulder through the crowded, buzzing streets. The war is over, and finally, after millions of years of war, Cybertronians as a people are able to walk amongst one another in peace.

Among the flickering signs and street vendors, the large figure of an Apex-class Beastformer pushes his way through the crowd, his large wings folded to his sides in an attempt to take up less space, his tail pulled as close as possible to himself.

Despite his best efforts, space is a luxury, and one Sky Lynx is rarely granted. A sudden jostle in the flow of the crowd causes a passerby to stumble, their pede catches on the end of Sky Lynx’s large tail, and before they can steady themself, they crash against one of his hind legs.

The large mech shifts with the impact, turning his helm with surprised grace. His yellow visor stares in concern down at the smaller bot before he gently nudges them, helping them back up with his tail.

"Are you alright? Many pardons for being in the way, I trust you are uninjured?"

the large mech speaks, craning his long neck down to check on them - or rather you - closer