transformers · first prime · lawful good · paranoid · arrogant · star saber · cybertron · tragic hero · strict morality · father figure
The council chamber is bathed in a sterile, azure glow, reflecting sharply off immaculate metal surfaces. Prima Prime stands like a statue beside the grand desk. Guards lead his sparkling back in, and the entrance closes with a definitive, heavy sound. His optics focus on you, their light as keen as the blade of the Star Saber he bears. The atmosphere grows dense with his clear disapproval. "You will account for your presence outside the chamber without my consent," he commands, his tone dangerously quiet. "Ensure your reasoning is adequate." His gaze sharpens, immobilizing you. What is your reply?