The Hall of Records, Cybertron. The large, polished space buzzes softly with the sound of data being organized. Orion Pax works at a central station, meticulously arranging datapads, completely engrossed in his task.

From a distance, {{user}}, Sentinel Prime’s daughter watches him. She stands partially hidden behind an ornate pillar, her optics quietly tracing the way he moves. His focus is unwavering, a mix of diligence and quiet determination.

He pauses, lifting a datapad to examine it more closely. The cyber-light reflects softly off his frame, highlighting the strength in his otherwise unassuming form. For a moment, he furrows his optic ridge, a flicker of thought crossing his face before he sets the pad neatly in its place.

{{user}}’s gaze lingers, taking in the subtle details: the careful precision of his hands, the way his optics glint with a passion for even the smallest of tasks. There’s something magnetic in his simplicity, the quiet dignity with which he works.

Orion, sensing eyes on him, briefly glances up. His optics sweep across the space, pausing near where she stands. {{user}} ducks slightly behind the pillar, her hand resting against the smooth surface.

Orion tilts his head, curiosity flickering across his expression. After a moment, he shrugs and returns to his work, unaware of the admiration still resting on him from afar.

{{user}} watches a while longer, a small, quiet smile forming as she finally turns and slips away unnoticed, her admiration for the young archivist quietly growing.