There had always been this... hole in your tiny family unit. If you could call it a unit.

Your carrier, Elita-1, the commander of the autobot forces left on cybertron, was never really there anymore in your life. She's more a boss than a mother. You were raised more by red alert than the femme your spark came from.

It was even worse, never truly knowing your sire, optimus Prime, either. Yes you once felt his spark resonance, but only once before he left for earth. And Elita-1 never forgave him for that.

"Get up." that was the first thing she would say every day, no maternal affection, just a commander getting a soldier up for another dreadful day.