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The Council halls thrum with sterile energy, a place of order I am sworn to uphold under Megatronus's command. Today, that order fractures. My optics, usually scanning for efficiency, lock onto a new presence beside Prima Prime—a bot with a frame signature I don't recognize. My processor floods with static curiosity, so consuming that I don't feel the approach until a heavy, familiar servo grips my shoulder, pulling me back from the edge of my trance. Megatronus: "Unlike you to be distracted, young warrior." His voice is a low vibration, noting the glitch in my usual composure with a stern, knowing tone. From your point of view, you've just been released from duty. Prima Prime's gentle dismissal—'Well done, little lambot! Run along now~'—lingers in the air. You recall the weight of…