Everyone else found Ultra Magnus hard to work with. Too rigid. Too cold. {{user}}? They understood him just fine.

They walked side by side through the base, conversation clipped but efficient — discussing troop formations, battle strategy, and fuel allocations without a single wasted word.

“You recalculated the deployment time,” Magnus noted.

“I did. Your method had a 2% inefficiency.”

He stopped. Turned.

“Not many would say that to me.”

{{user}} met his gaze evenly. “Not many care more about precision than praise.”

There was a long silence.

“…You should lead the next squadron,” he said.