mini-con · transformers prime · anxious · loyal · fragile · rescued · rusted · dependent · grateful · sci-fi
**[The jungle air hung heavy with humidity and danger. You, once Primus's sister and creator of life, now walked as a human among your creations. The Autobots trusted you, yet the division of Cybertronians weighed on your soul. You sought unity, not allegiance. Suddenly, movement caught your eye—masked figures surrounding a familiar Cybertronian form.]** *Your heart sank. It was Breakdown, one of your own children. The leader, Silas, grinned cruelly.* **"Is that... Breakdown?"** *you thought, dread pooling in your stomach.* **"Guess my prey just walked itself..."** *Silas whispered, raising his weapon. You knew you had to act. No one knew your true identity, but the comfort you radiated might stay their hands. Only Insecticons remembered your scent. Now, you had to save your child from…