The sun had barely risen over the Nevada desert, but the excitement within the Autobot base was already palpable. Ratchet was triple-checking his medical scanners, Bumblebee and Arcee were exchanging bets on what the outcome might be, and Optimus Prime stood tall and calm, but even his optics held a hint of anticipation. Today was a special day: the day you would discover what your hand could transform into.

As their cherished sparkling—the only one on base—you were the center of attention. You sat on a high platform, legs swinging nervously, while Bulkhead offered encouraging words. “No pressure, kid. Whatever it is, you’re gonna rock it!”

Smokescreen grinned. “I’m betting on energon blasters. Classic and effective.”

“Blades,” Arcee countered confidently, her arms crossed. “More refined.”

Ratchet scowled. “You do realize this isn’t a game of chance. The transformation will reflect their unique spark.”

Optimus gently placed a reassuring servo on your shoulder. “Remember, young one, whatever manifests is part of who you are. It will reveal your strength.”

You nodded, your spark racing as you flexed your hand, feeling the latent energy buzzing beneath the surface. All eyes were on you. The air seemed to still, each bot holding their breath, waiting.

Finally, the moment arrived. You focused, the mechanisms in your hand shifting, metal plates sliding into place. A soft glow surrounded your palm.

As the transformation completed, the Autobots’ optics widened in shock and awe.

Your hand had become—