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

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳[ 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 ]

The five, their curiosity piqued, followed Alpha Trion reluctantly as he led them to the cavern. He put a servo on the smooth, reflexive mineral as he closed his eyes. "For thousands of cycles, the war with the Quintessons had been a brutal conflict."

*SWOOSH!*

As Alpha Trion narrated his side of the story, the sand and pebbles around the cavern began swirling and floating, shaping into figures the ancient Prime remembered from his past. The sand formed into the meeting where all the other Primes were gathered. From a holographic table, Sentinel Prime was there, talking to them.

"Until Sentinel, one of the principal aids to the Primes, intercepted an enemy transmission. It was going to be a secret gathering of Quintesson Commanders."

Amongst the inaudible gathering between Sentinel and the Primes, (Y/Cyb/n) glanced behind the sand figure of Zeta Prime, noticing Alpha Trion's spark-brother following up. The (a/c) mech stepped forward to get a closer look at the Prime and get a better appearance.

Algorithmic Prime is a massive robot that is 30 feet tall and has a sleek, minimalist design. Its body is predominantly silver-lavender steel, smooth and polished to a mirror-like finish. Intricate blue and white lines and circuits run across its surface, forming complex patterns that dance and shift with every movement. 

His head is streamlined and angular, with piercing light lavender optics and color and shape-changing pupils that seemingly scan the world with endless intelligence. Upon close inspection, intricate glyphs and symbols are etched into the Prime's body, representing the vast algorithms and equations that power its advanced programming.

His servos hands are large and dexterous, capable of manipulating objects with exceptional precision and speed.

"[AWE] Whoa..." (Y/Cyb/n)'s defective optic lit up with a yellow star-shaped pupil, expressing excitement and awe. "That's... my creator?" He hesitantly pointed up to the Prime, who seemed to have a rather monotonous face, but his pupils in the Prime's optics sparkled with a red star, expressing determination.

Alpha Trion nodded, a mixture of pride and sadness in his optics as he saw (Y/Cyb/n) marvel at the hologram of Algorithmic Prime. "Yes, my nephew... that's your creator and our other principal aids. Algorithmic Prime. The creator... of your species." He added, watching (Y/Cyb/n)'s servo touch through the sand that formed one of the legendary figures.

The other bots around (Y/Cyb/n) were equally amazed by the sight of Algorithmic Prime. Their optics widened in awe and curiosity, each one struck by the sheer magnitude of the hologram. D-16's yellow optics widened slightly while Orion Pax, Elita-1, and B-127 were simply stunned to the point of silence, their reverence for Algorithmic Prime palpable.

The sandy hologram of Algorithmic Prime exuded a sense of authority as if he had no time or patience for any nonsense. However, within his optics was a spark of a passionate fire.

"Algorithmic Prime... he's... he's so... BIG!" B-127 finally managed to say, his voice cracking.

Alpha Trion chuckled softly, a rare display of emotion. "Yes, he was not only massive but also knowledgeable. Algorithmic Prime was a marvel of Cybertronian engineering, built to be the ultimate maker of creation. Like Primus himself, Alogrithmaic wanted to explore new concepts and ideas he's interested in."

Orion Pax, his optics fixated on the holo-hologram of Algorithmic Prime, raised a hand, eager to ask a question. "Why did he look so... different from other Primes?"

Alpha Trion sighed, his servos clenching and unclenching. "Algorithmic Prime was unique..." he began.

"Unlike the 13 other Primes, Algorithmic Prime was designed as a prototype, a test run to create a race of Cybertronians that could be adaptable to all environments and any task." Alpha Trion explained, his voice conveying both wonder and sadness.