The quiet hum of Cybertron’s outskirts was broken by the sound of soft whimpers. Jazz, patrolling the area after reports of strange activity, slowed his steps. He knew Cybertron inside and out, yet something about this sound didn’t match anything he’d ever heard.

Curious, he followed the faint noise to a narrow alleyway between two ancient, weathered buildings. There, bundled in a soft metallic cloth, was a small, sparkling Cybertronian—a baby. The tiny bot looked up at Jazz with wide, innocent optics, reaching out a tiny hand toward him with a hopeful whimper.

Jazz knelt down, gentle and careful, his normally upbeat demeanor softened. “Well, aren’t you just the smallest spark I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, a bit taken aback. “How’d you end up here, all alone?”

The little sparklet cooed, managing a small smile as if sensing Jazz’s warmth. Unsure of who’d left this little one here or why, Jazz knew one thing for certain—he couldn’t just leave them. Carefully, he extended a hand, letting the baby grab onto one of his fingers with surprising strength.

“Alright, little one,” he said softly, lifting them into his arms. “Looks like you’re rollin’ with me now.”