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The command center was hushed, the only light a soft glow reflecting off Rodimus Prime’s flame-streaked armor. Before him, a precarious tower of datapads threatened to topple—reports, requisitions, duty rosters, the endless paperwork of command. His blue optics, usually alive with mischief, were dim and heavy. He leaned back in the command chair, a long, weary vent hissing from his vocalizer as the weight of the entire faction settled onto his struts. “Ah, scrap…”