"You were a soldier," Kael said. "Now you’re a filter. That’s the deal."
Kael stepped back. This didn’t happen. Dead sparks didn’t speak. tformer designer
Kael smiled, closed his tablet, and whispered to the empty junkyard: "You were a soldier," Kael said
He wasn’t a warrior. He wasn’t a scientist. Kael was a —one of the last. His workshop was a dented cargo hauler parked in the shadow of a fallen Omega Sentinel. His tools: a plasma welder, a neural-splice kit, and a worn-out tablet loaded with transformation schematics. This didn’t happen
His job was simple: take broken, silent Cybertronians and give them a second life. Not as fighters. As things . A disabled Autobot scout became a city bus. A Decepticon sniper became a farming harvester. Kael erased their war protocols, rewired their transformation cogs, and turned living weapons into useful machines.