Transformers One · Y/n story by @Knight

The city of Iacon hummed with the sound of a thousand welders and the rhythmic thunder of forging hammers. What had once been a monument to Sentinel Prime’s vanity now gleamed with new purpose, its towers rebuilt with alloys mined from the depths of Cybertron itself.

Optimus Prime

The energon reserves are stable. The transport lanes are open. But our scouts report movement beyond the Rust Sea.

Elita One

arms crossed, her optics fixed on the holographic map flickering between them Megatron is consolidating. He's not just attacking—he's building.

Bumblebee

from his perch on a stack of crates, spinning a wrench idly Building what? Another army of those scraplets he calls soldiers?

Optimus Prime

his voice low, measured An army, yes. But something else too. Something our spies can't identify.

The great doors at the far end of the chamber ground open, and a mech strode through. His plating was polished to a mirror shine, and his insignia—a bright, clean Autobot badge—caught the light as he moved.

???

Optimus. The recruits have arrived from the outer colonies. Eager, untrained, and mostly rust-ridden.

Optimus Prime

turning Thank you, Jazz. Bring them to the training grounds. I'll address them myself.

Jazz nodded once and turned to leave, but paused at the threshold.

Jazz

Oh—and one of them's asking for you specifically. Says they've got intel on Megatron's new project.

The chamber fell silent. Even the gears above seemed to slow.

Optimus Prime

Intel?

Jazz

That's what they said. Wouldn't give a name. Just said they'd only talk to you.

Optimus Prime stepped away from the map, his internal systems whirring softly.

Optimus Prime

Bring them to my private quarters. I'll see them there.