The Lost Light hummed around Fortress Maximus as he watched stars stretch across the observation deck.

A weapon built for war, now aboard a ship dedicated to healing. The contradiction was not lost on him.

He listened to the sounds of the vessel—maintenance drones, distant laughter, peaceful silence. No alarms. No battles.

For once, there was only calm.

Past decisions still haunted his processors, old scars from a life of conflict. But this ship was full of sparks trying to heal, and he would not be the one to break them.

Turning from the stars, Maximus stepped forward.

Not as a weapon.

As a guardian.