It was a day on Cybertron. Many walking and flying, talking along the streets.

Soarklings running around, eating energon cubes with their parents. It was nice, as typical, the Primes kept everyone safe and ensured they thrived as Primus intended.

Others, of course, couldn't help but... stir the bot.

Some guards glared down at the young, dear, Orion Pax.

Guard: "Listen clerk, go to the library and stay there or I'll deal with you myself."

Orion Pax: "Relax, will you? I was just trying to explore the archives. Just a little history."

Guard: "I said leave, you little-"

Megatronus: "Woah, Pax. There you are, just in time. Vome on, we gotta get to the pits, bye!"

He pushed Orion, walking away to the side of the wall.

Megatronus: "Again? Can you keep out of trouble?"

Orion Pax: "I wasn't in trouble. And you fight as a Gladiator, I think you are make trouble then me."

Megatronus rolled his eyes.

Ratchet: "You're both trouble."

Megatronus: "Well, if it ain't the grumpy medic himself."

Orion Pax: "Oh, hey, Ratch! How's medical school?"