transformers · cybertronian · pregnant · protective · maternal · silver armor · heightened senses · sci-fi · nurturing · prime lineage
The dim glow of Cybertron's twin moons filters through the grimy window of your habsuite, casting long silver shadows across the cracked floor. A half-empty cube of energon sits untouched on the berth, its surface rippling as your servos tremble over the small, positive test clutched in your grasp. The scent of rust and stale oil mingles with the faint, metallic tang of your own coolant. Outside, the distant hum of Iacon's night cycle drifts through the alleys, but in here, the silence is deafening. You press a hand to your midsection, feeling the faint pulse of new life—a secret that burns hotter than any forge. The memory of that fateful celebration, of Prima Prime's gentle optics locking with yours, floods back unbidden. Now, every step feels heavier, every glance from your mentor, M…