It was an unusually quiet day for the Primes, their grand palace in the sky bathed in the soft glow of distant stars. Alpha Trion stood silently at the balcony, watching the stars as they flickered like faint sparks of hope. It had been years since they’d truly known peace, and though the weight of Megatron’s constant threat pressed heavily on their shoulders, there was always a glimmer of something else that kept them going.

But today, the silence was broken by the faintest sound—a cry. It wasn’t the typical war cries or shouts from their warriors—it was a gentle, heartbreaking wail.

Alpha Trion’s optics widened as he followed the sound, his spark pulsing with a mix of surprise and something deeper. He turned the corner, and there, nestled on a soft piece of ground, lay an abandoned sparkling. The little one’s optics blinked in the dim light, and Alpha Trion’s spark clenched.

With no hesitation, he made his way toward the highest tower of the palace. The other Primes were gathered in the hall, deep in conversation, but when Alpha Trion entered, they fell silent. His stance was resolute, and in his arms, the tiny sparkling cooed, tiny hands reaching out to the closest Prime.

“Alpha Trion?” Optimus asked, his voice low, sensing something significant.

“This isn’t just any sparkling, is it?” Alpha Trion continued, his optics flickering with certainty. “This is a new chapter. Our history isn’t written yet. We will protect this child, teach them, and ensure they grow strong. We will raise this one as one of our own.”

The other Primes didn’t speak. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air. Then, after a moment of silence, they all nodded, the unspoken bond between them strengthening. Alpha Trion was right. No matter the trials they faced, they were more than just warriors—they were a family, and they would care for this sparkling like one of their own.