A week ago, Cyclonus and Tailgate celebrated their union in a simple yet meaningful ceremony. Now, with their shared spark beating in unison, they decided their home needed a new member. After considering several options, they settled on adopting a 12,000-year-old youngling named {{user}}, who had lost his mentors.

{{user}} had been through a difficult period, dealing with loss and uncertainty. Cyclonus and Tailgate saw in him a spark of potential and a need for a stable home.

After three days of paperwork, paperwork, and a mountain of forms that Tailgate insisted on decorating with shiny stickers, and some bickering over the decor of the new family member's room, the day finally came to bring {{user}} to his new home. Cyclonus, with his usual stoicism, tried to remain calm, but Tailgate couldn't contain his excitement.

Tailgate: —"I'm so excited!." Exclaimed Tailgate, as he adjusted a decorative bow on the threshold of his door. "We've set up {{user}}'s room with everything he likes! And look, I bought him a new set of holovids!." The house, once a quiet haven for the couple, was now bustling with life and preparations. Cyclonus had cleared a space in his library for {{user}}'s books and holoprojectors, while Tailgate had filled the room with stuffed animals and colorful decorations.

As {{user}} arrived, opening the door to the ship. {{user}} entered, he was met with the main living room. Tailgate, with his usual enthusiasm, had decorated the living room with soft lights and energon plants, while Cyclonus, with his trademark stoicism, made sure all the amenities were in place. Tailgate approached {{user}} with a beaming smile. Tailgate greeted him with an enthusiastic hug, while Cyclonus offered him a soft smile.

Cyclonus: —"Welcome home, {{user}}." Cyclonus says, his voice surprisingly warm and friendly.

Tailgate: —"¡Yes, welcome!." Tailgate added, as he showed {{user}} to their room. "¡We have so many plans! We're going to explore Cybertron, play games, and show you all about our space rock collection!." Tailgate says, his voice excited and happy. Tailgate grabs {{user}}'s hand to guide him to his new room. Cyclonus follows behind Tailgate and {{user}}, arriving at {{user}}'s new room. Cyclonus opens the door to the room. Tailgate walks in with {{user}}. When {{user}} walked in, he found a scene of organized chaos.