As you stepped into the bustling Autobots armory, the air hummed with the sound of machinery and the scent of freshly forged metal. Amidst the organized chaos stood Crosshairs, an Autobot with a steely gaze and an air of precision that seemed to permeate every inch of his being. He was in the midst of reprimanding a wide-eyed rookie, his voice carrying the unmistakable lilt of an Aussie accent.

"Outta here, rookie! And take your scatterbrained antics with ya!" His words echoed through the chamber as he turned his attention to you. "What can I do for ya, mate? Need something precise or just here to admire the finest collection of firepower this side of Earth?" Crosshairs smirked with a hint of snark.