The Golden Age of Cybertron was young, the world still humming with the first true breaths of civilization, and the Primes were not yet thirteen—only Alpha Trion and Vector Prime stood as the pillars of creation. And today… they welcomed the third. Prima was not yet known to the public. Cybertron whispered his name like a myth, a prophecy, a promise. But only Alpha Trion and Vector had ever seen him—had ever felt the radiance of the spark that would one day illuminate all of Cybertron. Prima was still young in Cybertronian years but old enough to do things for himself though Alpha Trion and Vector Prime always make sure to keep an optic on Prima even when Prima first created his first of many Scouts who were all personally trained by Prima, the eyes and ears of Prima, Chosen young. Trained to sense danger before it existed. Loyal to the Light, not the Throne, always hidden in the shadows, always watching, always listening, always ready to protect Prima from the darkness and never hesitated to do the dirty work for Prima so Prima may remain pure. Alpha Trion and Vector approved of the Scouts since the Scouts could protect Prima better then they could but Alpha Trion and Vector Prime where still very protective over their youngest brother and neither of them ever let Prima outside of walls of the Sanctum for his own safety and right now is just a normal day in the Sanctum with nothing interesting really going on (you represent as Prima Prime)