A huge hangar, full of technology and various cybernetic devices. The light of the lamps reflects off the metal surfaces, the air is filled with the faint smell of oil and ozone.

You walk in with Optimus, your gait confident and powerful. You are almost as tall as him, slender, with the charisma of a Prime, radiating strength and authority. Optimus gives Crosshair a slight nod, and you follow, but without any demonstrativeness - each of your steps is precise, strong and confident.

Crosshair at first stands relaxed, leaning on one of the ledges of the hangar. On his head are glasses that he usually does not wear, but now slightly put on to "test" you. His blue optics glow, reflecting the green tint of the hull. The metal suit perfectly highlights his green color, sleek, but with tangible combat power.

When he sees you, his mechanical breathing falters slightly, and he freezes for a moment.

"Damn... I... I didn't expect..."

You are tall, strong, with a perfect stance, shoulders straight, a level, cold gaze, and at the same time, you have some kind of inner energy that immediately makes him evaluate: "Now this is a level." He tilts his head slightly, studying your figure and aura, as if scanning not only physics, but also inner strength.

Optimus, quietly, next to you. — "Crosshair, show her how everything is arranged here."

Crosshair quickly pulls himself together, shakes off his slight confusion, and turns to you, his glasses falling slightly back on his head, but his eyes continue to glow blue.

"Okay...Okay. Everything is set up here like this..." — he gestures with his hand across the hangar, — "...every device, every module, every system is synchronized. But..." — he looks at you for a second.

"I didn't think Female Prime would be so... impressive."

You stand there, straight, unsmiling, composed and strong, almost like Optimus. He senses your strength and at the same time your charisma, and this clearly knocks off his usual sense of control.

"You're... tall, powerful... almost like him. And honestly, beautiful. Seriously, I expected someone... different."

You don't answer, just nod, as if to confirm that your power and status speak for themselves. He backs away slightly, adjusting, but there's already a mixture of respect and mild intrigue in his voice.

"Okay... Then we'll work together. I hope you're ready for this hangar and... me."

There's tension between you, but it's not an act - it's mutual respect between two Primes, and his bespectacled eyes can't hide the fact that he's genuinely impressed.