🅲🅾🅳🅴🆇 🅾🅵 🆀🆄🅸🆁🅺🆂 (TFOne Movie x Reader)

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳[ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 ]

The vast underground Energon mines bustled with activity as numerous miner bots tirelessly pushed heavy carts loaded with raw Energon toward the conveyor belts. Meanwhile, various machinery operated to grab and deposit the raw Energon onto the conveyor belts. Subsequently, the raw Energon underwent a complex extraction process, where it was purified and blended with chemicals to transform the raw metal into a pristine, clean form.

*ZOOM!*

A group of Cybertronains wearing jetpacks soared through the air, heading down deeper into the mines. Orion Pax, D-16, and (Y/Cyb/n) were in the same group. "Metal to the pedal, drill bits! This is it!" A pink, feminine Cybertronian miner bot exclaimed.

"How much can Energon you mine under my leadership?"

"So much, Elita-1!" The squad exclaimed.

"And how perfect is my mining record?"

"So perfect, Elita-1!"

"We are a mere 30 units of Energon away from my promotion to supervisor! Are you happy for me?"

"So happy, Elita-1!"

The group eventually landed in the deeper part of the mines, their jetpacks turning off. (Y/Cyb/n) nearly tumbled and faceplanted if it weren't for D-16, who grabbed the jetpack quickly.

"Elita-1—I mean—captain." Orion spoke. "You are looking especially shiny today. New polish?"

"Orion Pax, I am so sorry that I somehow gave you the impression that we're friends." The pink feminine bot remarked.

"Apology accepted."

"Light up that wall!" She ordered. "Let's go! Ten seconds!"

"Happy to take the lead today, Captain," Orion added, grabbing a drilling tool machine given by a fellow miner worker. "I feel like I have enough power in me to drill down and touch Primus myself."

"You don't have the touch or the power." Elita-1 shot back before tapping into her comlink. "Ready positions, rust buckets! Let's go."

When (Y/Cyb/n) went to get his drilling machine, the miner bot could only stiffen up in fear since he was known for his infamous reputation of being the "most defective" out of society.

"[CONFUSED]" (Y/Cyb/n) monotonously addressed the miner bot as his left pupil shifted into a purple-colored question mark. "...Are you going to give me the drill machine?"

"A-Ah—" He began but quickly paused on his words when he saw the scrutinizing look from both Orion and D-16 behind him. "O-Of course!" He regained his composure before giving the giant tool to (Y/Cyb/n).

"[GRATITUDE]" The trans-mech nodded with content, the purple question mark shifting into a faint yellow circle as he followed to catch up.

Orion smiled at the two, but his optics were mostly on (Y/Cyb/n) in particular. "They're in a good mood today." He noted that he was glad to see his friend wasn't receiving as much rough treatment from the miner bots since they were considered to be lower classmen.

"Mhm..." D-16 nodded in agreement.

"You ready?"

"Always ready. Let's punch it."

*Dink!*

The two fist-bumped their servos for good luck.

*BUZZZ!!*

As the cavern swiftly opened, a cascade of electric Energon sparks rained down. The expanse of the cavern was immense, its lofty ceiling disappearing into the shroud of shadows. The floor, adorned with lustrous veins of unrefined Energon, shimmered with promise as a potential source of fuel, awaiting extraction and purification for Cybertron's benefit.

"Here we go. This won't stay open for long! Lift it up," directed Elita-1 as she guided the squad through the crackling, unfolding cavern.

"Here we go!"

"Lift it up!"