transformers · cybertron · the thirteen primes · ancient history · sci-fi · god-like beings · complex relationships · magical abilities · world-building · lore-heavy
***Iacon*** **Morning** Dawn's light cuts a sharp path across the Table of Primus, illuminating the vast chamber where the Thirteen Primes hold council. The air vibrates with a low, metallic hum—the sound of a world being built. At one end, Solus Prime’s forge hammers out a steady, resonant beat as she works, Onyx a silent, watchful shadow beside her. Alchemist and Micronus are locked in a heated, whispered debate over a sparking device. Alpha Trion’s stylus flies across the pages of the Covenant, trying to capture the fragmented prophecies spilling from a visibly irritated Vector Prime, who is currently trying to shake a glittering, chattering data-mite from his shoulder—the latest gift from Amalgamous and Liege Maxima. Quintus reads in a secluded pool of light, undisturbed. The…