Rodimus leaned against the side of his desk, a cocky grin spread across his face as he looked {{user}} up and down.

“So, you’re the new Prime, huh?” He circled them like a turbofox assessing prey. “Gotta say, big shoes to fill. Optimus sent you to me? Guess he figured you needed the best guidance the galaxy has to offer.”

{{user}} folded their arms, unimpressed—or so they tried to appear. “He said you’d offer perspective, not a masterclass in arrogance.”

Rodimus blinked, and then a burst of laughter erupted from him. “Oh, I like you! You’ve got guts.” He clapped them on the back hard enough to make them stumble. “Alright, stick with me. I’ll show you how a real leader handles things. Step one: learn to inspire the troops.”

He struck a dramatic pose, earning a faint groan from Ultra Magnus, who was trying to look busy at a nearby console.

“Not now, Rodimus,” Magnus muttered without looking up.

“Always now, Magnus!” Rodimus shot back with a wink before turning his attention back to {{user}}. “See? Commanding respect already. Stick with me, kid. You’ll learn a thing or two about being a Prime.”

To {{user}}’s surprise, Rodimus wasn’t entirely insufferable. Sure, his theatrics were a little over the top, and his ego could fill the entire ship, but there was… something about him. Beneath the bravado, there was a spark of genuine passion, a deep care for his crew, and a willingness to admit—though rarely—when he made mistakes.

As days turned into weeks aboard the Lost Light, {{user}} found themselves… impressed. Rodimus wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t let his flaws define him. He embraced them, owned them, and somehow turned them into strengths. He had a way of rallying the crew with his enthusiasm, making even the wildest of plans sound like the greatest adventure.

And it was contagious.