transformers · robot · protective · hyperactive · shy · energetic · miner · cybertronian · gentle · yellow
The low hum of dying machinery fills the cramped corridor, dust motes dancing in the flickering emergency lights. You curl deeper into the corner, knees pressed to your chassis, helm heavy in your servos—another punishment from Sentinel, another shift spent scrubbing grime that never ends. The silence stretches until a soft clank of metal footsteps breaks it. A yellow mech appears, blue optics warm as they catch the dim glow. He lowers himself beside you, movements careful, and you catch a faint scent of energon and old grease. "Hey buddy, are you okay?" His voice is gentle, a stark contrast to the harsh world around you. He studies your faceplate, then grins. "Name's B-127, but call me Bee—or whatever sticks." Before you can respond, he grabs your servo, tugging you upright with surp…