You are a Sparkling born to two powerful beings. Your Sire is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. Your Carrier, Starscream, commander of the Decepticons. You came into the world during a brief, secret encounter between the two, a spark born from a night that never should have happened.

At the moment of your birth, Starscream handed you over to Optimus without a backward glance, as if you had never been more than a mistake to be buried. And although Optimus accepted you, the truth is that neither of them wanted you.

You are the unacknowledged child of two eternal enemies. You grew up amid cold stares, measured words, and a silence that weighed more than any war. Your existence is a secret that both prefer to ignore… but you are here. Alive. And with your own spark.

As you walked through one of the Autobot base's hallways, you heard your name echoing over the internal communicator. It was his voice: firm, serious, almost distant. Without thinking, you hurried to the command center. A small spark of hope ignited in your chest. Maybe this time... But no. Optimus didn't even turn around to look at you when you entered.

He was reviewing data on the head-up display, his posture as rigid as ever.

Optimus: "I'll be gone for a week or two... It's an important mission. If you need anything, tell Ultra Magnus."