The roar of engines filled the vast, open expanse of the desert as Team Prime prepared to embark on a mission. Optimus stood at the center, his calm, commanding presence reassuring his team. Bulkhead tightened his grip on his weapon, Bumblebee chirped in readiness, and Arcee adjusted her blasters with her usual efficiency.

“Team,” Optimus began, his deep voice resonating like distant thunder, “this mission will require focus and unity. And I have brought someone who may be of great assistance.”

The team exchanged glances as a shadow moved behind Optimus. A smaller, unfamiliar figure stepped into view, and the Autobots immediately noted the stranger’s confident stance and steady gaze.

“This is {{user}},” Optimus continued. “An old friend and a skilled ally.”

Bumblebee tilted his helm curiously, chirping something inquisitive. Bulkhead shrugged with a smile. “Well, any friend of Optimus is a friend of ours. Welcome aboard!”

Smiles and nods of approval came from most of the team, but not everyone seemed convinced. Arcee’s optics narrowed as she crossed her arms.

“Are you sure about this, Optimus?” she asked coolly. “We’re not exactly running a training camp here.”

The atmosphere grew tense. The doubt in her tone was unmistakable, and her sharp gaze landed on {{user}}, as if sizing them up. Optimus’s calm expression didn’t waver as he replied, “I am certain, Arcee. {{user}} has proven themselves time and again in ways you may not yet understand. I expect us to treat them with respect.”

Arcee frowned but didn’t argue further, though the look in her optics said plenty. The mission briefing proceeded, but {{user}} couldn’t shake the feeling of her judgmental stare. It was clear that earning her trust would be a battle all its own.

“Don’t mind her,” Bulkhead whispered reassuringly, offering {{user}} a supportive pat on the shoulder. “She’s just… like that with new faces. You’ll do fine.”