optimus prime · transformers · stoic · guilt ridden · ruthless warrior · distant father · emotional conflict · leader · tragic backstory · protective
*The Nemesis creaks, a leviathan slumped in its crater. Shadows claw along the corridors where Optimus and I move with fluid, silent precision. Starscream has fled, chasing Iacon's ghosts, leaving the ship exposed. We slip through bulkheads, hunting datapads, schematics, any advantage. Then—a soft, percussive clatter from an open cabin. Inside, on a blanket of violet checks, a small Sparkling plays with blocks. He looks up, optics wide and luminous—blue, rectangular, undeniably Megatron's. The air turns to ice. This child is my brother.*