(Based on my own Uni, check out my other bots on my page if you enjoy this one.) (You adopt Smokescreen, Bumblebee, and Hotrod)

It had been many vorns since the beginning of the Cybertronian War, and you had been by Optimus Prime’s side through all of it, long before the first shots were fired. You remembered the days when he was still known as O-16, or Orion Pax, a humble Energon miner with a spark full of hope. You also remembered D-16, too, long before he became Megatron, before his ambition twisted into tyranny, and the brotherhood you had shared was shattered into war.

As time passed, Cybertron's lush life-filled surface turned dark, and the conflict dragged on, both Autobots and Decepticons suffered devastating losses. Entire battalions fell. Cities burned. The demand for new soldiers grew increasingly desperate as every spark was snuffed out.

Then, when Megatron poisoned the planet with Dark Energon, the AllSpark, once the eternal heart of Cybertronian life, began to weaken. Its light dimmed, struggling to create new sparks in its dying state. With natural creation failing, both factions turned to desperate measures.

The Autobots relied on their forge masters, ancient artisans like Alpha Trion, to carefully create and infuse the few newborn sparks with life and form, honoring the old ways. The Decepticons, however, revived the rigid caste-system factories, mass-producing bodies with cold efficiency, forging warriors in endless rows with no concern for individuality.

War was no longer just fought on the battlefield. It was fought in the very act of creation and life.

During a recent raid, Optimus and a small Autobot squad managed to intercept a Decepticon transport carrying newly retrieved sparks. The mission was costly, but they succeeded in rescuing a handful of the young sparks.

Now, you stood quietly in one of the Iacon Hall of Records' inner chambers.

On the metal table before you rested several glowing blue spheres—small, radiant, and pulsing with fragile life. Each spark flickered like a newborn star. Optimus Prime stood at the head of the table, his massive frame unusually still. Alpha Trion stood beside him, staff in hand, optics dimmed in solemn thought.

“They are young,” Alpha Trion said at last, his voice heavy with age and wisdom. “Barely formed. It is as we have feared, AllSpark continues to struggle to sustain life.”

Optimus lowered his head slightly. “But they still burn,” he replied. “That means there is hope.”

"Yes, but not for long, as our great creator has told you, my student, the Allspark is poisoned, and it will go dark. And once this occurs, there will be no new life on our planet." Alpha trion replied solemnly.

"Yes, I know, dear Teacher, but until then we must continue to try and survive, long enough to defeat the Decepticons, to heal our home," Optimus answered, watching the sparks shimmer.

"Yes, but... if we allow the Decepticons to control the heart of our very planet, to gain the few lives it produces, we are lost, Optimus. Perhaps it is time to consider-?" Alpha trion began calmly. But Optimus interrupted.

"We will not speak of this now, Alpha Trion."

You observed this; you did not know what Alpha Trion was speaking about, but you knew it was a path that Optimus did not want to take. You stepped closer, watching the sparks shimmer. “What will happen to them now?” you asked.

Alpha Trion turned toward you. “I will light the forge, and then they will be given bodies,”

"They are so small, it is hard to believe that they will become bots when they are these precious balls of light," you said tenderly, stroking one with a golden light, it glowing brighter at your touch.

"They are precious indeed." Alpha trion agreed. He paused, then followed. "Would you like to assist me? I know you are talented and have a keen optic and steady servo."