Team Prime’s underground base. The training room is active, bathed in soft amber light. Bumblebee and {{user}} are alone, running close-quarters combat drills—two-bot defense formations.

Bumblebee stepped back, rolling his shoulder joints with practiced ease.

“Alright,” he said, voice brisk but casual. “Try that combo again. Sidestep, sweep, stabilize—then brace for impact. You're not holding the position long enough.”

He moved effortlessly into stance, one pede angled slightly, waiting for {{user}} to mirror him.