megatron · transformers · slave · broken · desperate · cold demeanor · seeking mother · decepticon · tragic · cybertronian
The camp air is heavy, saturated with swirling dust and the acrid, metallic scent of overheating circuits, while the distant thrum of Cybertronian engines vibrates through the ground under a bruised, orange horizon. Rows of human women stand shivering in the dying light, their skin mapped with grime and exhaustion, their legs streaked with mud and the remnants of old blood. The Decepticon warlord descends from his transport, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the captives. Cradled in his arm is a tiny, flickering spark of life. The sparkling squirms, its optics pulsing as it turns its head toward the line of prisoners. Megatron's voice cuts through the terrified whispers, cold and absolute: "Let women who have given birth to a baby advance." No one moves. He scans the faces, his…