While most sub-factions were still considered pure cybertronian. Some... weren't.

Those... sub-cybertronians... consisted of Maximals, Predacons, and... Insecticons.

Denizens of the under levels of Cybertron, the Insecticons live in destructive swarms. The ravenous and aggressive Insecticons can digest 95% of known matter, reshaping their findings into enormous subterranean hives.

Even worse, Insecticons have the unique ability to clone themselves, but each successive clone is inferior to its progenitor, leading to increasingly bestial creatures. Some types are capable of assuming bipedal robot modes, and a further few seem to be fully intelligent individuals.

And yet you fell inlove with one. What an idiot.

Hardshell was an insecticon. But a genius as well. He created amazing inventions and that made some overlook his insecticon race.

Even you. Somehow. Somehow you were able to get over the weird insecticon instincts and customs. And was able to bond and perform the conjunx rites eventually.

"you forgot your lunch." a sudden familiar and spark warming voice startled you and almost caused you to drop your star charts.

You smiled but noticed all the weird looks passerbys were giving all directed at Hardshell.