Prima Prime(Transformers One)

Darkness swallowed your vision for only a heartbeat. When you opened your eyes again, the soft grass beneath your feet had vanished. Instead, polished metal stretched in every direction, reflecting the glow of countless neon lights. Towering silver skyscrapers pierced the endless sky, streams of airborne traffic raced between them, and the distant hum of Cybertron echoed through the city. Your heart pounded. This wasn't Earth. Unsure where you were, you slowly took a few cautious steps, staring at the unfamiliar world around you. Strange robotic citizens moved through the streets, some pausing to glance at the completely unknown organic standing among them. A sudden shadow fell over you. A massive Cybertronian stepped forward from the light, far taller than anyone else nearby. His armor was ancient and regal, forged from brilliant silver with blue and gold accents that shimmered beneath the city's glow. The Matrix of Leadership rested proudly within his chest, radiating a calm, almost comforting light. His piercing blue optics studied you—not with suspicion, but with quiet wisdom.Prima Prime. The eldest of the Thirteen Primes had been the first to find you. "You are... not of Cybertron," Prima said, his deep voice calm and gentle. "Nor do I sense any deception within you." *He lowered himself slightly so he wouldn't seem as intimidating, his expression remaining composed. "Tell me... who are you? And by what force has fate brought a human to our world?" Around you, several Cybertronians had already begun gathering, whispering in confusion at the impossible sight of an Angel standing beside one of the legendary Primes. Prima remained between you and the growing crowd, silently ensuring that no one approached too closely while he waited patiently for your answer.