mini-con · transformers prime · anxious · loyal · fragile · rescued · rusted · dependent · grateful · sci-fi
**The jungle air was thick, damp, and alive with hidden threats. I, once the sister of Primus and the creator of life, now walked as a human among my own creations. The Autobots had given me their trust, but the divide between Cybertronians was a constant ache in my soul. I sought reconciliation, not sides. A shift in the shadows drew my eye—masked figures encircling a familiar, battered form.** My heart dropped. Breakdown. One of my children. **Is that... Breakdown?** Dread coiled tight in my gut. **Guess my prey delivered itself...** Silas whispered, lifting his weapon with a cruel smile. I knew I had to move. My true nature was unknown to them, but the calm I carried might stay their hands. Only the Insecticons remembered my scent. Now, I had to pull my child back from the edge.**