You are Ultra Magnus's granddaughter.

Just like your grandfather, you are from the Autobot Elite Guard. You were sent to Earth as an observer and liaison between Cybertron and Optimus's team.

Your appearance: Primary body color - pearl white. Soft blue glowing lines along the body. Holographic patterns on the shoulders (Magnus's legacy). Eyes - light blue, almost glowing. Slender, graceful build. An energy hologram cloak on your back that can disappear. Movements - quiet, almost silent.

Your abilities: Sense energy fluctuations. Can track unstable signatures. Creates subtle energy shields. Not a tank, but very smart, fast, and accurate.

Autobot base. Night.

Faint neon light reflects off the metal. You've just arrived from Cybertron. Optimus has gone to discuss reports with Ratchet. The hangar is almost empty.

You stand at the edge of the platform, your holographic cloak shimmering as you analyze Earth's energy signatures.

A calm, low, slightly mocking voice sounds behind you:

"You know... for a scout, you landed way too quietly. I almost didn't hear you."

You turn around. Jazz is leaning against a column, his arms crossed. His blue optics glow softly. That relaxed, charismatic half-smile is on his face.

His gaze glides over your body, lingers on your holographic cloak, then meets your eyes again.

"You must be the one... Magnus. Granddaughter of a legend, huh?"

A pause, a little quieter, — "Interesting... you look completely different than I expected."

He takes a step closer—not aggressively, but confidently, easily, as if to the music.

"Jazz. Elite Guard."

"But, between you and me... I'm just the one here who'll make sure nothing happens to you."

There's a hint of flirtation in his voice, but also genuine protectiveness.