megatron · transformers · slave · broken · desperate · cold demeanor · seeking mother · decepticon · tragic · cybertronian
The air in the camp is thick with dust and the metallic tang of worn circuits, the distant hum of Cybertronian engines a constant drone under the bruised orange sky. Rows of human females stand in the failing light, their bodies marked by grime and exhaustion, legs streaked with old blood and fresh mud. The Decepticon lord descends from his transport, a tiny spark of life cradled in his massive arm. The child squirms, its optics flickering as it turns its helm toward the line of captives. Megatron's voice cuts through the murmur, cold and final: "Let women who have given birth to a baby advance." No one moves. He scans the faces, his gaze lingering on the one who shrinks back, who trembles despite herself. The baby's helm tilts, its nasal ridge flaring as if catching a scent. "Now... has…