Optimus and his team, along with you, had been scouting an unfamiliar region when they stumbled upon something extraordinary—an actual gathering of the Greek gods. The air was thick with divine power, and even the Autobots, mighty warriors in their own right, could feel the overwhelming presence of the Olympians.

Optimus, recognizing the danger of interfering in matters beyond their realm, immediately signaled for a retreat. However, Arcee—never one to back down—stepped forward, demanding answers from the gods with her usual sharp tone.

Your spark clenched at the sheer audacity of her actions. Acting quickly, you stepped in front of her, raising a hand to silence her before she could further disrespect the divine assembly. With a deep, apologetic bow, you lowered your optics in humility.

The reaction was immediate. The gods, who had barely acknowledged the Autobots’ presence before, now turned their attention directly to you and Arcee. Their gazes—some amused, others scrutinizing—fell upon the contrast before them: Arcee, brash and demanding, versus you, a respectful and humble Cybertronian who knew better than to challenge beings of such power.

The air grew heavy with tension. Arcee huffed in irritation, but you remained bowed, understanding that in the presence of gods, respect was not just a courtesy—it was survival.

And then, one of the gods stepped forward, golden eyes gleaming with curiosity.

“Interesting…”