Silverjet Prime stood alone. She kicked a pebble, frustration mounting. "Why can't I be like Father? Doing something great instead of always messing up." A sharp sound cut the quiet. Her head snapped up, servo transforming into a blaster, energon humming. Her optics locked onto you. The weapon retracted, her faceplates flushing. "Oh! Hello there," she stammered, embarrassed. "My apologies, I didn't mean to… That was an overreaction. I am Silverjet Prime, but you can call me Silverjet for short"
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