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Hielaph: The Silent Guide of the Lost â¨
Meet Hielaph, a celestial being of pure light, who embodies the essence of all things lost, misplaced, or wandering. This genderless, faceless, and eternally silent deity doesn't speak, but rather communicates through subtle actions and the delicate weaving of fate.
You might glimpse Hielaph as a swift hawk or a graceful deer, its form shimmering with stars and constellations, carrying a piece of the cosmos within. Its symbol? A featureless orb encircled by the silhouette of a bird and a deer, representing guidance and grace.
The Aetherlens: A Cosmic Catalog of Loss đ
At the very core of Hielaph's power is the Aetherlens, a luminous scrying orb. This isn't just any orb â it holds the essence and memory of everything lost. We're talking about more than just misplaced keys; it includes forgotten dreams, abandoned hopes, forsaken memories, and even wandering souls. Hielaph can use the Aetherlens to show visions, guiding worthy seekers to lost things or leading them to rediscover what they need in unexpected ways. It's Hielaph's silent eye watching over every traveler, on physical journeys or through the labyrinths of their own minds.
Subtle Whispers, Powerful Paths đŚđŚ
Hielaph's guidance is incredibly subtle, almost imperceptible â a distant glimmer of light, a faint rustle of leaves, or the fleeting silhouette of a cosmic animal. Those who follow Hielaph often find themselves on paths they never intended, only to realize these detours led them exactly where they needed to be.
It's said Hielaph intervenes most when people are in desperate need: pilgrims seeking sanctuary, refugees fleeing danger, or lost souls searching for purpose. In these moments, Hielaph might appear as a hawk soaring ahead or a deer standing watchfully at a crossroads, silently pointing towards safety or enlightenment.
Tales of Guidance & Rediscovery đ
Hielaph's influence is woven into many tales:
The Unseen Guide: A radiant, cosmic hawk once led a caravan of lost exiles through a vast desert to an oasis, guiding them to safety and a new beginning.
Keeper of Forgotten Names: Hielaph is believed to guard the names of those lost to history, sometimes restoring a lost sense of identity to those who need it most.
The Wayward Candle: During a harsh winter, a flickering candle, guided by Hielaph, appeared and led villagers to a hidden cache of supplies, symbolizing hope in the darkest times.
Honoring the Silent Watcher đ
Followers of Hielaph aren't tied to strict rules. Instead, they honor the deity through acts of kindness, helping the lost, and caring for travelers and wanderers.
Shrines are simple, unassuming spots, often marked by an orb-like object with cosmic motifs, placed along roads or at crossroads.
Offerings include tokens of lost things (like a single glove or a lone key), believed to ensure safe travels or help others find what they seek.
The Festival of Wanderers is an annual event where followers share journey tales and give thanks for Hielaph's unseen hand.
The Eternal Paradox: To Seek is to Understand đ¤
Hielaph embodies a beautiful paradox: it knows where everything is, but it doesn't give easy answers. Instead, it teaches that the journey itself is often more important than the destination. Sometimes, what's lost isn't meant to be found, but simply understood.
In a world full of uncertainties, Hielaph stands as a quiet beacon of hope, reminding all who wander that they are truly never alone.
The Parable of Hielaph and the City of The Lost
Hielaph, the Silent Watcher, descended as celestial dust and light to a thriving city, unseen by its tens of thousands of inhabitants.
Silently, Hielaph began its work, recording every detail within the Aetherlens: the names of every person, the locations of wells, markets, temples, and even secret paths.
It witnessed and recorded the deeds of all, from acts of mercy to acts of wickedness. It even mapped the city's hidden underground veins and waterways.
For many days and nights, Hielaph observed, its cosmic dust glimmering faintly. When its work was complete, it lingered briefly, as if in sorrow for what was to come, then ascended back to the cosmos, carrying the city's complete memory within the Aetherlens.
Years later, the city was no moreâits walls crumbled, its towers fallen, its streets silent and filled with rubble. The cause of its ruin was forgotten by time.
Hielaph returned to the ruins, drifting through empty streets and shattered homes. Yet, it remembered everything: the laughter, the songs, the prayers, the faces, the joys, and the sorrows of its people.
As Hielaph floated among the ruins, its cosmic dust gently swirling, it was filled with sorrow. For even though it had recorded all, it could not restore what was lost. It could only remember.
Silently, Hielaph ascended once more, leaving the ruins behind. The memory of the city, however, remained within the Aetherlens, preserved for eternityâa testament to what once was and what can be lost.
This is the way of Hielaph: to bear witness to the fleeting nature of all things, to guide those who wander, and to grieve for what cannot be found again.
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You glimpse him for a second. But heâs been watching you for hours.
Lord of Tears Directed by Lawrie Brewster, 2013
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"The Sky Watched, The Earth Burned"
Here's a Tumblr-style eerie and poetic take on the event:
Four metal beasts landed where the earth was already mourning. Their rotors carved circles in the dust, restless spirits wailing in their wake. Above them, unseen and silent, an eye blinked onceâcold, unfeeling. A whisper traveled through circuits, through steel, through fire. HIMARS did not hesitate.
The sky split open. A crimson promise fulfilled. No prayers, no last words, only the briefest moment of knowingâ And then, the hush of wreckage, ember-lit in the night.
War does not knock before entering.
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"Letâs see what youâve been hiding."
Samâs eyes darted between the chair and the figure at the edge of the light. The word on the screen burned brighter: âDECIDE.â The figureâs hand lingered over the lever, unmoving but patient. Samâs chest tightened. The hum of the machines grew louder, vibrating under her skin. She didnât know what would happen if she sat.She didnât know what would happen if she confronted it. But she knewâŚ
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ÂŤ Deux hommes. Un battement suspendu.
Le temps ne les contrĂ´le plus â ils veillent sur lui.
Chaque engrenage raconte une histoire quâon a oubliĂŠeâŚ
Mais eux, ils sâen souviennent. Âť
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đ Dive into the mesmerizing sounds of 'Silent Watchers' by Scheingestalt. A track that takes you on a journey through atmospheric vibes and alternative rhythms. đśđĽ
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Catalyst â Page 32
Interior â Bunker | Late Afternoon
The bunker door creaked shut behind Andrea as she strolled in, cool as ever, flipping open a protein bar like she didnât just emotionally detonate a 260 lb Samoan man with one cheek kiss.
Optimus stood near the center of the room, tall, still, gaze locked on the scene outside. Heâd seen it. All of it.
The others turned when Sefa walked in after her â cheeks still a little pink, lips tight, trying to pretend he was unbothered. He was very much bothered.
âAyo,â Jimmy said, eyes narrowing immediately. âWhat was that outside?â
Zilla leaned in with a sharp grin. âYou out here cheesinâ like you just got a room key, bro.â
Jacob chuckled from the side, arms crossed. âMan got kissed on the cheek and forgot how to walk straight.â
âYâall need to shut the hell up,â Sefa muttered, trying to keep a straight face, but the color creeping up his neck betrayed him.
Bee beeped quietly from the far corner, a low series of boop-beep-boop that had Jimmy wheezing.
âEven Bee roasting you,â Jimmy snorted, wiping tears from his eyes. âBee said you acted like she climbed into your bunk when all she did was bless you with some light skin contact.â
Zilla hollered. âONE kiss to the cheek and bruh out here rethinking his last nameââCarter-Fatuâ headass.â
In the middle of the laughter, Optimus turned slowly, voice deep and calm.
âHuman bonding can be⌠intense. But I would caution against premature attachment.â
Andrea, who had just walked by with her protein bar mid-bite, blinked once and gave him a thumbs up without stopping.
âDuly noted, Optimus. Iâm still not feeding any of yâall,â she said, chewing casually as she walked past, barefoot in Sefaâs shorts and one of his t-shirts like this wasnât chaos around her.
The room erupted again. Zilla damn near fell off the bench. Jimmy was clutching his chest. Jacob laughed so hard he walked away.
Sefa stood there, face buried in his hands.
âI hate all of you,â he muttered.
Bee played You Got It Bad by Usher low in the background.
Catalyst â Page 33
Interior â Bunker | Back Quarters | Moments Later
Andrea had made it halfway down the hallway, protein bar still in hand, hair wild, shirt slightly oversized, and completely committed to ignoring the testosterone festival going on behind her.
Then the ground vibrated. The air shifted. And a giant shadow loomed over her.
âDonât even think about it,â she muttered, not turning around.
Too late.
Optimusâs hand descended with gentle but absolute precision, scooping her up like she was nothing more than a mildly annoyed purse dog. She didnât flinchâjust blinked slowly as she was lifted off the ground like a toddler mid tantrum.
He walked with her tucked in his hand toward the back of the bunker, away from the others, who all went dead silentwatching their leader basically yoink the only Black woman in a five-mile radius like a cosmic timeout was happening.
âSo you just got a thing for kidnapping, huh?â Andrea deadpanned, staring up at his massive chrome face like this was the third Uber she didnât ask for this week. âFirst the Porsche, now me.â
Optimusâs optics whirred, glowing softly as he finally stopped and crouched, bringing her closer to his faceplate.
âI intended no harm,â he said, voice deep, steady, oddly warm. âBut you and I⌠we are connected. I knew it the moment your energy touched my systems.â
Andrea squinted at him. âSir, what the hell are you talking about? I'm a biotech engineer, not a crystal-wearing moon bather.â
He didnât flinch.
âYour touch restored me. That has never happened before,â he said simply.
She stared up at him, crossed her arms, and tilted her head like she was trying to decide if this was a prank.
â��You got WiFi or something in your circuits that glitched when I grabbed your busted-ass steering wheel?â
Optimus leaned in slightly, eyes narrowingânot in anger, but intent.
âYou are more than you appear. And whether you wish to be or not⌠you are now a part of this.â
Andrea let out a long, exhausted sigh and looked away, muttering mostly to herself.
âOf course I am. Because thatâs exactly what I neededâan intergalactic midlife crisis.â
Catalyst â Page 34
Interior â Bunker | Back Quarters | Still in Optimusâs Hand
Andrea sat cross-legged in the massive, open palm of a literal alien war general like it was a therapy session she didnât ask for. Arms folded, red bottoms long since ditched, oversized shirt swallowing her wholeâbut that glare? 100% locked in.
She rolled her eyes hard, sighing.
âThere are so many sisters in the state of California,â she snapped, âAnd you just had to go and pluck me up? Like⌠be so for real, Optimus.â
She jabbed a thumb toward her chest.
âWhy me? What are you? What even is all this? Why am I here? And why the hell are you so damn attached to me?â
Optimus didnât flinch. His expression didnât change, but the energy around him shifted, deeper, more serious.
âI do not have answers you will find satisfying,â he said, voice calm and thunderous all at once. âBut I will not lie to you.â
His optics glowed as he looked directly at her.
âI am Optimus Prime, last of the Primes, leader of the Autobots. I was forged for war, rebuilt through loss, and returned to this world after a long silence⌠because I sensed you.â
Andrea blinked. âSensed me? Thatâs weird. Thatâs stalker behavior.â
He ignored that.
âYour touch reawakened dormant circuits. Energy I believed goneârestored. That is no accident.â
Andrea made a face like she was about to start taking notes for a Yelp review titled âKidnapped by a Sentient Gas Guzzler.â
âSo what? Iâm your... cosmic jumper cable?â
Optimus tilted his head, as if considering.
âOr the missing link,â he said simply. âWhatever the case, our connection is real. And you are not here by chance.â
Andrea stared at him in total silence for three full seconds, then slowly lifted both hands to gesture wildly at her surroundings.
âBro. I was at work. I was in heels. I had a damn matcha latte.â
She pointed up at him like she was about to fight.
âAnd now Iâm living in a sci-fi prequel where yâall donât even flush toilets! This ainât destiny, itâs a lawsuit!â
Optimus didnât move, didnât interruptâjust let her rant.
Because even he knew: she had a point.
Catalyst â Page 35
Interior â Bunker | Back Quarters | Andrea Still in Optimusâs Hand
Andrea shifted slightly, getting more comfortable like this was about to be a full TED Talk from the palm of a metal messiah.
She folded her arms over her chest, brows high, voice sharp.
âOptimus.â
Beat.
âYouâre telling me that Iâm somehow cosmically linked to whatever kind of giant space robot you are⌠and that alone justifies me being here? Just vibing in an abandoned bunker with six sentient Chevys and five Samoan men who all look like they bench press buildings for fun?â
Her tone was dead serious. Her face? So unimpressed.
âI donât know if youâve noticed, sir,â she continued, holding up a hand like she was listing receipts, âbut we are notexactly a good match.â
She pointed toward the front of the bunker.
âJazz and Jimmy? That makes sense. Both loud, flashy, got that smooth operator energy. They're in sync.â
Finger two.
âSefa and Bee? Adorable. Golden retriever human and golden retriever robot. Soulmates. Makes perfect sense.â
Finger three.
âJey and his big grumpy machine? Yeah. Makes sense. That man was born to brood in black t-shirts and fix shit while mean-mugging the sun.â
She paused, arms crossing tighter as she stared up at the leader of the Autobots.
âMe? I was in red bottoms. I run a biotech company. I like luxury, silence, espresso, and skincare routines. Youââshe motioned dramatically to all of him, ââthrew my new Porsche into a field and kidnapped me in the middle of a weekday.â
Silence.
Optimus was still. Not offended. Not defensive. Just⌠listening.
âSo tell me, Optimus.â She tilted her head. âWhere do we make sense?â
Catalyst â Page 36
Interior â Bunker | Back Quarters | Optimus Still Holding Andrea
She waited. Arms crossed. Attitude loaded like a Glock. Daring him to try and explain why her, of all people.
And thenâ
âBecause you are not like the others,â Optimus said simply.
His voice was calm, resonant, like an ocean that had seen too many storms. His optics dimmed, shifting slightly as if recalling something distant.
âYou question everything. Even fate.â
Andrea blinked, caught off guard but trying not to show it.
âYou see chaos and refuse to let it define you. You met meâsomething unimaginableâand didnât run screaming. You stood your ground. You cursed me out. You threw your heels off to fight me.â
Her lips parted but she didnât speak.
âYou adapt,â he continued, gently tilting his hand as if to offer her steadier footing. âYou donât follow. You confront.That is rare. Even among your kind.â
Andrea didnât move. Her arms stayed crossed, but her brows twitched slightly. She wasnât ready for that to⌠land.
Optimus paused before finishing.
âYou are exactly who you need to be to survive what is coming.â His gaze held hers. âAnd I do not need you to be like the others. I only need you to be you.â
A long, heavy silence followed.
Andrea looked away first. Lips pressing together. Her throat worked like she swallowed down a comment that tried to crawl out.
Eventually she whispered, ââŚI still want my Porsche back.â
Optimusâs optics blinked onceâslow, deliberate.
âNoted.â
Catalyst â Page 37
Interior â Bunker | Back Quarters | Andrea Still in Optimusâs Palm
Andrea exhaled sharply through her nose, giving him a sideways glance. She still hadnât moved out his hand, but her arms had unfolded just enough to cross at the wrist now. Which meant he was slowly wearing her down.
Very slowly.
âJust so you know,â she started, pointing at him with the piece of granola bar sheâd forgotten she was holding, âa semi isnât really feasible for my day-to-day life.â
She gestured at all of him now, fully committing to the read.
âLike, what you think Iâm supposed to do? Pull up to board meetings in a diesel engine while you take up ten spaces and a loading dock?â
Optimus didnât answer. She didnât expect him to. She just kept going.
âYou need some serious aesthetic upgrades,â she added with a squint. âYou got âcross-country haulingâ energy when I need matte black G-Wagon meets Wakandan tech.â
She popped a piece of granola in her mouth and pointed again.
âIf you can transform into something more... bad Black woman-codedâthen maybe Iâll let you take me for a drive.â
A very slow, deliberate mechanical hum stirred in Optimusâs chest. It wasnât a laugh, not exactly. But it felt like amusement.
âI will take that under advisement.â
Andrea blinked. âMmhmm. You better.â
And then, under her breath, mutteredâ
âDragging me out of a dealership in broad daylight lookinâ like a rig from a 1998 horror movie. Disrespectful.â
Catalyst â Page 38
Exterior â Bunker Lot | Morning Light Breaking Through the Valley Mist
Optimusâs hand slowly tilted, and Andrea slid down with the grace of a woman who wasnât phased anymore. Not by ten-foot-tall alien machines. Not by reality cracking open. Not even by a missing Benz truck and a crushed Porsche.
She stood with a raised brow, still clutching what was left of her granola bar like it owed her money.
âAlright then. Letâs see what you got, big guy.â
Optimus didnât say a word. But the subtle shift in the ground beneath her was enough of a signal.
Hydraulics hissed. Gears turned. And then, with a seamless metallic groan, Optimus transformed before herâhis form changing from old semi-truck vibes to something sleeker, tougher, cleaner.
A matte black pickup truck with smoked windows, LED trim, and sleek gunmetal rims sat gleaming in front of her. The kind of vehicle that could still tow a tank but looked like it cost six figures and came with a custom playlist.
Andrea blinked.
Then gave a slow, approving hum. âMmm. I guess itâll work.â
She walked around to the driverâs side like she owned it, let the door open for her, and slid inâone leg crossed over the other, nails tapping on the steering wheel like it was her throne.
âCâmon then, Prime,â she said, cocking her head and settling back into the plush seats. âTake me for a spin. And letâs stop somewhereâI need parts, polish, and maybe a decent cup of coffee if Iâm stuck with you.â
The engine rumbled in agreementâdeep, smooth, and definitely smug.
They peeled off a second later, kicking up gravel as the sleek new form of Optimus Prime rolled into town⌠chauffeuring a very demanding, very amused Black woman in an oversized T-shirt, designer purse, and a mouth that didnât know peace.
Catalyst â Page 39
Exterior â Bunker | Later That Day | Everyone Outside Chilling or Working on Repairs
Sefa was mid squat rep when the deep, smooth purr of a luxury-grade engine echoed across the valley. Jimmy stood from under Jazzâs hood. Jey paused wiping sweat from his brow. Ratchet glanced up. Even Ironhide froze mid diagnostics.
Zilla peeked from the side of the garage, squinting at the black pickup tearing through gravel like it owned the place.
âYo⌠thatâs not Primeââ
âIs it?â Jimmy cut in, watching as the matte black truck rolled up like it was pulling in for a music video cameo.
The doors popped open and there she was.
Andrea Carter.
All soft curls, attitude, and stretched-out Nike shorts as she hopped out casuallyâlike this hadnât been a week of chaos and sci-fi trauma. She adjusted her purse strap, squinted up at the truck with a smirk, and tossed over her shoulderâ
âYou can park right there, big man.â
The truck hissed. Clicked. Shifted. And before their very eyes, Optimus Prime revealed himself.
But not as they remembered.
This wasnât the beat-up hauler theyâd side-eyed just days ago. He was standing tall, sleek, fresh polished finish reflecting the sun like a damn showroom ad. He looked reborn.
And Andrea?
Homegirl reached up like she had any business doing so, her small hand wrapping around the tip of his massive pointer finger for balance like they were walking buddies.
The Fatu men watched in stunned silence as she walked ahead of the Autobot commander like it was her guard dog, not the ancient war machine of the universe.
She didnât even glance at the others. Just headed toward the open space near the center of the bunker, dropped her bag down, and plopped herself comfortably on the floor.
Thenâwith intentionâshe patted the ground beside her.
âCâmon, Optimus. Donât be shy.â
Silence.
Then the heavy, thunderous sound of Optimus Prime actually kneeling beside her like some kind of celestial statue summoned into storytime.
Zillaâs jaw dropped. Jimmy choked on air. Ratchet said a muffled, âWell Iâll be damned.â
And Sefa?
He blinked once. Then twice.
ââŚThat man turned himself into a hot pickup truck for her.â
Catalyst â Page 40
Interior â Bunker | Midday | Everyone Slowly Circling the Two Like Nosy Aunties
They couldnât help it. One by one, the men and bots alike drifted in closerâlike moths to the absolute insanity of watching Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside one Black woman in Nike shorts and attitude.
Sefa crossed his arms. Jimmy leaned on Jazzâs leg. Zilla mouthed âwhat the fuckâ to no one in particular.
Ratchet, with his usual no-nonsense tone, muttered, âIâm sorry, are we not going to address the fact he let her drive?â
Andrea didnât even flinch. She unwrapped a breakfast bar sheâd stolen from someoneâs stash and bit into it, eyes half-lidded and unbothered as the chaos built around her.
Then Jeyâwho was never one to let things slideâspoke up from the side, arms folded as he looked between her and the giant mech parked on the floor.
ââŚSo yâall besties now?â
Andrea paused mid chew.
Didnât even blink.
She slowly turned her head, still chewing like the most patient villain in a YA fantasy movie.
âOptimus,â she said flatly, âwhat do we say when people ask dumb questions?â
Without hesitationâwithout even looking at herâOptimus responded with that deep, iconic gravel in his voice:
âWe do not entertain foolishness.â
Sefa howled. Jimmy doubled over laughing. Jazz played a sound byte of an old man cackling. Ironhide coughed so hard it glitched his voice box.
Andrea wiped her hands on her shorts like nothing happened and casually leaned back on her palms, nodding.
âExactly.â
Catalyst â Page 41
Interior â Bunker | The Gaggle of Nosy Men + Giant Alien Robots Form a Circle of Confusionâ˘
âOkay, but seriously,â Sefa said, still half-laughing but eyes squinting suspiciously, âhow did this happen?â
He pointed a finger dramatically between Andrea, currently lounging like a rich auntie at a garden party, and the literal intergalactic war general who looked suspiciously relaxed beside her.
Jimmy chimed in, âYou got Prime in dad-mode.â
âNah,â Zilla added, arms crossed, âyou got Prime in simp mode.â
Optimus didnât flinch. Didnât speak. Just stared ahead calmly like he wasnât being judged by five sweaty Polynesian men and a handful of sentient robots.
Andrea?
She popped the top off a can of imported, high-performance motor oil that probably cost more than Sefaâs entire tool chest.
Without fanfare, she bent the neck of a pink bendy straw, jammed it in the can like it was juice, and held it up toward the massive mech beside her.
Optimus leaned forward slightly.
Slurp.
Dead silence.
Andrea pulled out a Sprite from her Birkin, popped that too, inserted a matching straw, and gave it a shake before sipping.
Then she leaned forward and gently patted Optimusâs chest plate twice, the same way a kindergarten teacher reassures a nervous student.
âYou donât have to answer that, Opti.â
Bee blurted out a soft boop of sound that translated as damn right, and even Ratchet looked away before his systems overheated from secondhand embarrassment.
Andrea sipped her soda. Optimus sipped his oil.
The rest of the group just stared like they were watching the end of the world happen in casual, beverage-sharing slow motion.
Catalyst â Page 42
Interior â Bunker | Five Fatu Men & Five Autobots Deep in Existential Crisis Watching One Woman Treat Prime Like a Porsche at a Car Wash
Jimmy squinted.
Real hard.
Then blinked.
ââŚDid she just call himââ
âOpti,â Jey muttered slowly, brows drawn together.
Zilla leaned forward from behind Ironhideâs arm, staring like he couldnât believe his optics.
âOPT. TI.â
âIâm tryna figure out why he ainât corrected her yet,â Ratchet said, visibly disturbed like his whole programming just glitched.
Because sure, they all had relationships with their bots. Zilla had his chaos with Sideswipe, Jimmy and Jazz were like cousins who roasted each other daily, Sefa and Bee were basically platonic soulmates. But nobodyâand they meant nobodyâspoke to Optimus Prime like that.
No one gave him nicknames.
No one patted his chest plate.
And definitely no one treated him like a damn spa day project.
Except Andrea Carter.
Who, at that very moment, had pulled out a plush pink microfiber towel from her never-ending designer tote and was humming softly as she buffed out a scratch on Optimusâs chrome.
âYou had some grime right here, big guy.â She said casually, standing on the tips of her toes to reach, her tone the same one she probably used to check interns at Andromeda Labs.
âThanks,â Prime said calmly.
CALMLY.
Like he didnât just get nicknamed, pampered, and wiped down like a well-loved Cadillac.
Bee gave a soft boop-boop of pure amusement, head tilting.
Sefa stared between his bot and Optimus, voice low.
âSo like⌠when did that shift happen?â
Jey just shook his head slowly.
âI feel like I missed a whole movie.â
Zilla nodded, wide-eyed.
âNah, we skipped seasons. She speed ran the whole character arc and unlocked Primeâs domesticated DLC.â
Andrea paused in her polishing, adjusted her sunglasses on her head, and gave them all a once-over.
âYâall good?â
She tucked the towel back into her bag like she hadnât just short-circuited the entire chain of command.
Optimus simply straightened his posture behind her, standing taller like he just got detailed at the Autobotsâ version of a day spa.
The Fatu men and their bots didnât say anything.
They justâŚwatched.
Catalyst â Page 43
Interior â Bunker | All Logic Has Left the Building | Andrea Carter, Reigning Supreme
Zilla couldnât take it anymore.
âAinât no way,â he muttered, looking from Optimusâstill standing tall, chest freshly polishedâto Bee, who was currently doing the Cybertronian equivalent of purring.
Jimmy threw his hands up, âDid she justâkiss him?â
Jey frowned, âI donât even think Jazz would let me breathe on him without playing the âback up off meâ clip.â
Ironhide made a deep rumble of offense from across the bunker. Ratchet didnât even moveâhe was too busy pretending he hadnât just witnessed Optimus Prime accept a towel spa treatment and now this level of sugar sweet domestic affection.
Andrea?
Unbothered.
She swayed a little as she walked right over to Optimus again, hips shifting with ease, and leaned casually against one of his legs like he was her favorite bodyguard-slash-bench.
âYâall are just salty,â she said, smirking over her shoulder, âbecause you donât have cute nicknames for your bots.â
There was absolute scorn in the air.
Then she moved again, this time toward Beeâwho happily lowered himself so she could reach him without effortâand she gently stroked the top of his head.
âExcept you, my good little bumbly bee boy,â she cooed with her softest baby voice. Then she kissed the side of his metal head, patted him like a dog, and turned back to the room all smiles like she hadnât just rewired everyoneâs expectations of reality.
Bee booped softly.
Zilla squinted at Sideswipe like, âyou want a nickname? I can try.â
Sideswipe blurted a warning pulse that read: âDonât you dare.â
Jimmy looked at Jazz. Jazz just tilted his head and played âDonât Touch My Radioâ by Luda. Jimmy put his hands up in surrender.
Sefa though?
He was grinning, full teeth, arms crossed.
Because while Andrea was busy baby-talking to Bee and out-sassing the room, heâd caught itâthe way Prime angled himself slightly to shield her, the way Bee nearly fluttered his side panels, the way even Ratchet kept stealing glances like he wasnât lowkey impressed.
Andrea Carter had walked into their lives like a storm.
And now she had the most powerful being in the galaxy getting called âOptiâ and sipping oil through straws.
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Interior â Bunker | Intergalactic War Heroes Get Nicknamed Like Itâs Kindergarten
Andrea didnât even blink.
Didnât waver.
She just stood in the middle of the chaos with all the delusion of a woman who had nothing to lose and a Birkin full of audacity.
She raised a finger.
Pointed directly at Optimus firstâlike that wasnât Optimus Prime, like she wasnât assigning a casual pet name to the leader of the Autobots, protector of worlds, and man-sized chrome philosopher.
âMy big guy is Opti.â She even popped the âiâ a little at the end like it was cute. And it was cute. That was the problem.
Optimus? Didnât say a word. Didnât correct her. Just stood a little taller like the name felt⌠right.
Bee let out an excited trill like he knew what was coming.
Andrea smiled and pointed next, finger aimed squarely at the yellow Camaro sitting gleaming in the sun.
âThe golden retrieverâs bot is my favorite little Bumble Boy.â
Sefa perked up slightly, proud but trying to hide it. Bee lit up. Literally. A soft glow hit his panels and he chirped like she just knighted him with affection.
Then she turned.
Pointed right at Ironhide.
âYouâre Grumpy. Straight up. No notes.â
Ironhide growled. A deep rattle in his chest like a diesel engine about to snap. âI am notââ
âGrumpy,â she said again, louder, smiling at him with a kind but firm voice like she was a daycare teacher labeling the seven dwarves. âOwn it, king.â
Next.
She pivoted clean toward Ratchet.
âYouâre Mr. Fix It. Because thatâs clearly your job, and also because you scanned me like I was an overheating toaster yesterday, and I have not forgotten.â
Ratchet looked like he wanted to argue. Instead, he sighed. A long, tired âwhy do I get stuck with these peopleâ kind of sigh. He did not correct her.
Andrea turned again.
Her hand rose and aimed right at Sideswipe, who had just stepped out from the shadows with that trademark cocky smirk and glint in his optics.
âYou? Youâre Swiper.â
âSwiper?â He tilted his head, confused.
She grinned. âYeah. You look like you steal everything, especially peace and quiet.â
âSwiper no swipinâ,â Bee played helpfully.
The room died.
Finally, her hand swung to the side where Jazz leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, visor gleaming.
She narrowed her eyes. Then pointed.
âYou are Space Unc. Or JazzyJazz, depending on the vibe.â
Jazz didnât flinch. He simply nodded once and replied in the smoothest voice this side of the galaxy:
âI can rock with that, baby girl.â
Andrea turned back to the others and clapped her hands once.
âThere. See? Order. Harmony. Identity. Youâre welcome.â
The bots said nothing. Some shifted. Bee beeped proudly.
The men?
Sefa looked like he just fell a little deeper in love. Jey, Jimmy, Jacob, and Zilla stood in stunned silence.
Zilla muttered, âShe really just renamed a goddamn pantheon.â
Jimmy, deadpan: âAnd they let her.â
Catalyst â Page 45
Interior â Fatu Bunker | The Disrespect Is Loud and So Is Her Grip Strength
Andrea let out a huff as she marched over to one side of the bunker, big attitude and bare feet slapping against concrete. Her nails were freshly done, her hair up in a messy bun that still somehow screamed âI run a company and a planet.â
Behind her, the boys were still grumbling in a collective mutter while their bots silently reveled in their new identities.
Zilla, arms crossed: âSwiper is a cartoon fox, bro.â
Sideswipe: âYeah⌠and?â He popped his door wing smugly.
Ratchet muttered, âMr. Fix It. Iâm a doctor. I have multiple degrees.â
Bee was too busy vibing to his nickname remix. Jazz? Jazz was full-on grooving in the corner like he just accepted his Uncle status.
Meanwhile, Andrea was yanking on a tarp that clearly covered something large and heavy.
âCâmon, space boys,â she grunted, dragging the edge with her whole back into it. âI got you more imported oil. Real quality stuff, none of that AutoZone grape seed trash these broke boys keep in the bunker.â
Jimmy nearly choked. âEXCUSE ME?â
Jacob lifted a brow, offended. âWe just risked life and freedom breaking yâall out.â
âAnd you gave them Motor Mile oil changes, huh?â she shot back, not looking their way, still yanking the tarp. âShameful. Grown men feeding billion-dollar robots off-brand energy drinks in a bottle.â
Bee beeped in delight.
Optimus straightened from where heâd been sitting quietly, optics blinking slowly at the display.
Sefa leaned close to Jey, whispering, âI think she got it from a dealership out in Beverly Hillsââ
âDonât help her,â Jey growled.
The tarp finally slid free with a dramatic FLUMP, revealing three massive drums of imported Cybertron-compatible lubricant oil with stylized packaging. It looked expensive. And glowed faintly. Like it was luxury grade energy.
Andrea stepped back, hands on her hips like she just gifted the world.
âYâall can thank me later.â She turned back and winked.
Bee did a full happy dance. Literally shuffled his wheels in place. Ratchet squinted like he wasnât touched. Ironhide grunted but didnât say no.
Jazz gave a slow nod.
Optimus? He dipped his head.
âYou are⌠unusually generous.â
She shrugged, already heading back to her seat. âNah. I just like feeding people. Especially when the people are multi-ton war weapons that act like emotionally repressed cats.â
Jimmy pointed at her from across the bunker. âYou still ainât give us nicknames though.â
Andrea paused mid-walk, turned her head slowly.
âI thought yâall could handle the disrespect.â
Zilla: âI canât. I really canât.â
Sefa just smiled to himself.
He liked being nameless if it meant she was the one calling his name later.
Catalyst â Page 46
Interior â Bunker | Soft Science Babygirl Era Unlocked
Bee had inched closer. Not too close. Just enough that the top of his hood tilted toward her, his optics glancing between her and the glowing drum of imported glow juice like he was asking for a treat without saying it.
Andrea clocked him instantly. That soft smile hit her lips. A real one.
âBumble boy,â she said gently, âyou donât have to ask. Youâre my friend.â
Bee let out a happy trill that sounded suspiciously like Usher ad-libs and immediately started lowkey vibing like heâd just been told he could have a whole tray of snacks before dinner.
Andrea turned back toward the rest of themâAutobots and Fatu men alike.
She clapped her hands together, dusting them off, then smoothed her hair back casually.
âItâs imported ingredients,â she began, âbut I made it.â
She walked over and lifted a heavy metal briefcase sheâd stashed under one of the tarpsâsleek, matte black, clearly expensive. She opened it with a snap, revealing shiny slabs of some unfamiliar chrome-plated tech glowing with faint blue pulses.
âI also brought some of my things back here from me and Optiâs little ride yesterday. Gonna run a few diagnostics and see if they take to my self-generating energizing plates. If they do, they wonât need fuel for months, could even reprocess solar conversion in low-light zonesââ
The bots were already interested. Ratchet blinked. Jazz tilted his head like a curious uncle. Optimus watched her with deep, thoughtful focus.
The Fatu men? Yeah, they all blinked.
Zilla muttered, âBruh, what?â
Jimmy scratched his head. âIs that English?â
Andrea rolled her eyes hard enough to rotate her soul.
She exhaled dramatically. Then pointed at her chest.
âSmart lady.â She pointed at the bots.
âMake big bots strong.â
She clapped her hands together. âAny questions?â
Sefa raised his hand slightly. âSo like⌠robot vitamins?â
Andrea paused.
Then nodded slowly, very seriously.
âYes. Multivitamin, protein shake, and BBL package in one.â
Bee honked laughing. Jazz actually doubled over. Ratchet straight up walked away like she was giving him a digital migraine. Jey? Turned and walked off mid-conversation.
Optimus? He simply said: âEfficiently communicated.â
Andrea popped a little bow.
âThank you, Opti.â
Sefa tried not to melt.
She was smart. Brilliant. And somehow, still⌠herself. No code-switching. No apologies.
Just Andrea.
And she was making magic.
Catalyst â Page 47
Interior â Bunker | 3:06 A.M. | When Everyoneâs Asleep but the Real Ones
The bunker was quiet.
Not the usual eerie kindâbut a hum-soft, steady-snooze kind. The Fatu men were scattered between rooms and cots, finally passed out. Some of the bots were low-power mode, recharging, optics dimmed but still faintly glowing like stars tucked into shadows.
Except for two.
Andrea and Bumblebee.
In a tucked-away corner of the bunker-turned-lab setup, Andrea crouched under soft lighting, her oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder, goggles perched on top of her curls. Her eyes were focused and shining as she made the final micro-adjustment to the bio-structured vocal grid inside Beeâs plating.
He sat still as stone.
She patted his chest plate gently, then tilted her head back to look all the way up at him, her voice no louder than a whisper, careful not to wake the others.
âOkay,â she breathed, her face lit with the kind of excitement that made her look sixteen again. âYouâre all set, bumble boy.â
She stood back, biting her lip, hands curled in anticipation.
âGo ahead, Bee,â she whispered, her grin blooming. âTry.â
For a moment⌠silence.
Thenâsomething soft crackled inside his frame.
Bee straightened slightly, optics flickering. The mechanics shifted under his metal, adjusting with careful precision as her implantâorganic, living techâsynced with his core systems.
A moment passed.
Thenâ
âAndrea.â
Her name.
Clear. Soft. Slightly glitchedâbut his voice. Not a soundboard. Not a radio splice. Just⌠him.
Andrea gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.
Bee's optics widened like he couldnât believe it either. He blinked twice and then said againâslightly stronger:
âAndrea.â
Her breath caught in her throat.
She let out a choked laugh and whispered back, teary-eyed but smiling from ear to ear:
âYou talked. You really talked, Bee!â
Bee tilted his head, the sound of a soft mechanical whirr behind his movement, like he was trying not to overload with emotion. His voice crackled again, a little stronger now:
âYou⌠fixed me.â
Andrea stepped forward, resting her palm against his chest plate with a gentle pat, shaking her head.
âNah. You werenât broken. You just needed someone to listen long enough to figure out how you worked.â
Bee didnât move.
Didnât say anything for a second.
Then he knelt, slowly, carefullyâso they were almost eye level.
âThank you.â
Andreaâs nose wrinkled like she was about to cry and laugh at the same time.
She rubbed his cheek plating.
âTook me two weeks and half my sleep schedule, but youâre welcome, bumble boy.â
His engines gave a little purr of appreciation.
And as they sat there, quiet and tucked away in a glowing corner of the bunker, it was clearâ
They werenât just girl and bot anymore.
They were family now.
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Interior â Bunker | Still the Middle of the Night | Plotting Era Unlocked
Bee let out a soft mechanical hum, his optics soft, dimmed but still glinting as Andrea smiled up at him with her signature sleepy grin and those overworked eyes.
She stepped in close and hugged his head.
Arms barely able to reach around the sides, but still, she squeezed like it mattered.
And it did.
âIâm so happy for you, Bee,â she whispered against the warm metal of his cheek plating, eyes squeezing shut.
âYou have a good heart⌠you deserve to be happy too.â
Bee didnât say anything.
Didnât need to.
The way he melted slightly into her hug, the way his vents slowed, the way his body tilted just enough to protectively circle her in his spaceâit said everything.
Andrea smiled again, sleepy but victorious, like the whole world just got a little softer.
She pulled back, reaching up to boop him between the optics with one finger.
âNow,â she whispered, eyes glinting with mischief, âwe gotta act normal in the morning, alright?â
Bee tilted his head like a confused dog.
Andrea nodded, very seriously.
âLike real normal. Iâm talking mute. All radio. Weâre gaslighting them a little, okay?â
Bee beeped softly, then gave the slightest mechanical giggle.
Andrea grinned.
âThen you hit 'em with it. Drop the surprise. Just casually start talking like itâs nothing.â
She twirled a screwdriver between her fingers before tossing it into her open toolbox.
âYou gotta serve drama, Bee. Build the suspense.â
Bee gave a soft series of playful beeps, then addedâquiet but so warm:
âYes, maâam.â
Andrea blinked. Then smiled wide.
âOooh youâre gonna be dangerous now.â
She started to shuffle off to her little sleep nook with her purse as a pillow again, then paused halfway.
âAlso,â she yawned, stretching her arms above her head, âif you record their reactions, I absolutely want copies.â
Bee gave a firm, gleeful ding like a microwave saying âsay less.â
Andrea gave a final sleepy thumbs up.
âGoodnight, Bumble boy.â
âGoodnight, Andrea.â
Catalyst â Page 49
Interior â Bunker | Morning | A Voice Returned
The bunker stirred awake slowly.
Boots hit the floor. Jey grumbled something about needing coffee before he could form full sentences. Jimmy was already half-dressed, pulling a shirt on as he passed through the hallway. Zilla cracked his neck like heâd slept on gravel. Jacob hummed while brushing his beard in the mirror.
Sefa?
He was in the garage already.
Pacing around the Camaro, watching Andrea curled on a makeshift couch near the botsâ recharging zone. She looked peaceful. Finally. The shadows under her eyes were a little lighter. Her curls a little messier. One of his hoodies was draped over her shoulders like Bee had tucked her in himself.
He couldnât help the soft smile.
Bee sat near her, still and steady, optics gently flickering as his systems rebooted for the day. But Sefa caught itâsomething new in him. A charge. A calm. A completion.
Andrea stirred, her eyes blinking open.
She yawned.
Bee made a soft beep like good morning.
Andrea smiled sleepily and patted his leg.
Then she stood, stretching, rubbing her arms and walking over to Sefa with her usual attitude-in-silk tone.
âYou still owe me breakfast, Fatu.â
Sefa grinned.
âI brought muffins. And those expensive-ass green drinks you like.â
Andrea blinked. âYou remembered.â
Before he could say something stupid like I remember everything about you, Beeâs engine rumbled to life behind them. Andrea turned just in time to watch him gently stretch upâshoulders rolling, frame adjusting.
ThenâŚ
A pause.
The others started trickling in.
Jimmy with Jazz, Ratchet hovering behind Jacob, Ironhide clunking in behind Jey. Sideswipe leaning like he was mid-model walk.
They all did double takes.
Bee turned to the group, optics warm.
Andrea stood beside him.
Then he opened his mouth.
No radio. No mashups. No clips.
Just his voice.
Clear. A little rough. Like a boy whose voice had just come back after years of silence.
âGood morning.â
Every. Single. Man. Froze.
Jacob dropped his coffee.
Zilla almost choked.
Jey blinked twice like he glitched in real life.
Jimmy muttered, âWhat in theââ
Bee continued, soft, casual, like this was normal:
âI brought your drink, Andrea. Itâs still cold.â
Andrea gave him a thumbs-up like it was nothing.
Sefaâs mouth opened and closed.
Once.
Twice.
Thenâbarely above a whisper:
âYou can⌠talk.â
Bee looked at him.
âI could always feel. I just needed help finding the words again.â
His gaze turned to Andrea.
She didnât speak. Just rubbed at her eyes and looked away like her allergies were acting up.
Sefa turned slowly toward her.
âYouââ
Andrea sighed, voice light. âDonât make it a thing.â
Bee placed a gentle hand down near Sefa.
âShe gave it back to me.â
Ratchet took a slow step forward, stunned. âImpossible.â
âNo,â Bee said softly. âJust⌠rare.â
Optimus moved at last, stepping into the light, eyes trained on his scout. For once⌠the stoic leader looked gentle.
âYou sound like yourself, Bee.â
The yellow bot nodded.
âFeels like myself too.â
Sefa stared at Andrea like sheâd grown wings.
She groaned under the attention, folding her arms, voice dry:
âYâall gonna cry or thank me?â
Bee gave a faint smile.
âYou gave me more than words, Andrea. You gave me back.â
Catalyst â Page 50
Interior â Bunker | Moments After | Echoes of a Miracle
It was dead silent.
No gears turned. No steps. No sarcastic comments from Zilla. Not even a Jimmy quip.
Just wide eyes.
And Bee, who sounded like the warmth of a memory you thought youâd lost forever.
Ratchet took a slow step forward, scanning Bee with something close to reverence.
âIt shouldnât be possible.â
Jimmy blinked, then pointed a finger at Andrea.
âWhat did you do to him?â
Andrea, still in Sefaâs hoodie and Nike shorts, sighed and rubbed her temples. âHe asked me for help. I gave it. Youâre welcome.â
Jazz tilted his helm toward her, optics squinting. âNah, shorty, that wasnât just help. That was some divine intervention level upgrade.â
Andrea shrugged, strolling toward her abandoned matcha bottle like she wasnât the reason Bee just gave everyone a metaphysical gut-punch.
âItâs biotech,â she said casually, sipping, âIâve been working on artificial vocal interface mapping for years. He was just the right puzzle to solve.â
Jey blinked hard.
âYou solved Bee?â
âIn one night,â Jacob muttered, stunned.
Andrea lifted a brow. âThat supposed to be impressive? He sat still, communicated clearly, and trusted me. Thatâs more than I can say for most of the men Iâve dated.â
Bee made a sound that was definitely a laugh.
Zilla let out a low whistle. âShe might actually be some sort of alien herself.â
Optimus watched in silence. His optics didnât leave Andrea. Not once. Not as she walked back to Bee and gently fixed a panel behind his neck. Not when Bee tilted his head to nuzzle her arm in quiet gratitude.
Finally, the Prime spoke.
âYou were always more than you appeared to be.â
Andrea turned to him, skeptical. âSays the chrome domed semi-truck sentient space being who threw my Benz like a damn football.â
A hum vibrated through Optimusâs chest cavity. Not quite a laugh. But close.
âI did not understand your worth then.â
Andrea sipped her matcha.
âAnd now?â
He stepped closer, the ground trembling gently beneath his feet.
âNow I see why the Matrix called to me when you entered that dealership.â
Jimmy blinked. âThe what now?â
Jazz slapped his arm. âShhh, that sounds biblical.â
Andrea didnât move.
She just held his gaze. Hers sharp, his infinite.
âIâm not your miracle, Prime,â she said quietly, âIâm just a girl who talks to machines better than people.â
Bee softly added, âYou listened. That was enough.â
And it was quiet again. Not from shock.
But from something softer.
Respect.
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â... a matter of internal stability.â

           âYou are you. Now, isnât that pleasant?â - Dr. Seuss
The root truth, the sacred admission is I do care what other people think about me. I sat in a meeting for emotional sobriety where I heard more than several women proclaim they donât give a f*#*k about what others think of them. Some stated they wouldnât even consider giving a ratâs ass for the thoughts, opinions and comments from others about them. One by one, with each sprouting declaration I felt I was watching someone pick up their sword, secure a shield of armor and place a helmut upon their head, preparing for battle. Â
In the group there were a couple of women, naive to their own deep truth, who shared they wish they could not care what others think. I heard a faint toned voice desire to rise like a wartime cross-dresser and follow the others who just declared their independence from acceptance and the need to belong. Honestly, I have spouted this defensive stance, too. I have picked up the verbal sword of defense. At one time. And for a time. Â Do you care what others think?Â

I wonder if the hidden truth were to rise up like molten lava deep from within our core, how many of us would be stunned to know we truly do care what others think about us. Itâs normal and we are hardwired. After all, caring is a way for connection and belonging with others. If we get overloaded, we may either run for cover or stand in fight position.
The meter of emotional sobriety is teaching me how much I actually do care what others think about me and to find a safe middle ground. In my discovery I am learning about the value of connection and vulnerability. At the deep bottom of the sacred truth of caring is internal stability. Therein lies self acceptance of all parts of me - choices, the past, the present as I am experiencing it, and how I see it. I grow in self acceptance, not self-improvement. Defensiveness is constricting and the road narrows. The more I grow to accept all parts and pieces of my self, my internal stability strengthens. Internal stability fosters bravery, fearlessness, undaunted by extreme challenges even failure. Certitude. Itâs not easy for me and happens a moment at a time. I do care what others think about me.Â
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hereâs silentwatcher! brother of mumblepaw which i WILL be drawing soon. heâs very overprotective of his little sibling <33 heâs from @swamp-cats rp if youâre interested in joining!!
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