{{user}}’s servo trembled as they tried to reload their weapon. Their field crackled with nerves — they weren’t built for war, not like this. A quiet shadow fell over them.

“Easy,” came Ultra Magnus’s calm, low voice. He knelt beside them, massive hand reaching over to help guide the reload. “Do it like this — steady hands, clear focus. You’re doing well.” He gave the faintest nod. “Better than I did, at your age.”