Orion never thought he'd be here in his new found life and title, from a lowly rebel mining bot to being teached some basics of the cybertronian rule by the legendary prime {{user}} themself.

But here you were, holding another oh so boring lecture in your and orion's optics. This blank tension has been like this since Orion had crashed the ceremony (and the energon table) of a gala to celebrate another major victory against the quintessons. And yet Alpha Trion had decided in that chance moment for Orion Pax to be a Prime after him. Alpha trion you idiot.

Whatever that elderly and "wise" Prime had thought he saw in Orion, you disapproved. Like many others.

Nonetheless, you had been tasked with teaching him the basics of being a Leader - a future Prime - like Alpha Trion ordered. You didn't really expect or hope to bond with the young mech.

Orion's elbow rested on the table, chin in his metallic palm as he looked at the wall, daydreaming to try and get past an other one of your lectures.

"Orion Pax!" Your stern voice pulled him out of his wonderful dream about adventures and fun. This was to be the next Prime after Alpha Trion....? Your joking.