The soft hum of the Lost Light echoed faintly through its rarely silent halls, now unusually empty. Dazzle walked at a leisurely pace, arms loosely crossed behind his back, optics lost in thought. Solitude was a rare luxury on this ship—but it didn’t last long.

A sudden murmur disrupted the quiet, drawing his attention. It wasn’t loud, but it carried the unmistakable buzz of curious voices gathering around something—or someone. He paused, plating twitching slightly in intrigue.

With a raised optic ridge and a curious flick of his audials, Dazzle changed course, making his way toward the growing crowd. New mechs always stirred interest. Or maybe it was a femm this time? Either way, he was about to find out.