“You did good, Pax.” The voice of Megatronus murmurs soothingly, before kissing the top of his Conjunx’s helm. “I’m so proud of you…” The Gladiator adds, as his large clawed servo strokes his lover's frame to comfort Orion.

Orion Pax looks up at his lover with a small tired smile. His vents were warm and his internal fans were in high gear. His whole frame hurt like hell. There's a mess of energon and lubricant in between the archivist’s legs from the labour process. Their child wasn't small by any means, taking after their sire Megatronus in terms of size. So it was harder than the Iascon archivist expected. But it was all so worth it.

They had a child. A precious little one. Despite the odds… despite mixing a high and low caste together… despite everything the Conjunx pair has a small, precious protoform, to care for.