Cybotronians I am adding that are not in the Prime's verse:
Decepticons:
Barricade
Scywarp
Thundercracker
Sideways
Scalpel (Dwahahaha)
Ravage (The cyber cat)
(Dreadwing will be alive)
Autobots:
JAZZ
Prowl
Sideswipe
Sunstreaker
Elita-1
Chromia
Ironhide
Mirage
Prologue
In a remote corner of Cybotron hidden in a half destroyed building stood four Cybotronians. Well, technically only two of the four stood, the other two being held closely to a mother's chest.
The two sparklings cooed and held on to their mother's fingers tightly, examining and playing with the tiny pieces of armer on the digits that had to have been specially made.
The other Cybotronian in the room, also a femme, looked with sorrowful optics at the two sparklings a faint look of remembrance on her face.
The mother with a great sigh said as if the four words would change both their lives, which they would,"It is time HalfMoon."
HalfMoon nodded, stepping forward with long, purposeful strides holding out her hands in expectance.
The mother took one last look at her sparklings, and handed them to HalfMoon.
They fussed and whined through the bond they shared with their mother, having never before met this strange femme, wanting nothing more than to be back in their mother's loving arms, and making a mental effort to make their mother understand this, but that would never happen again.
Half Moon looked expectantly at the mother, knowing that she had not yet done it.
"Just give me a click!" the mother snapped. She had been preparing herself for this moment for a long time, but still when it came she was hesitant. She focussed on the bond she shared with her sparklings, and with all her might, she severed it.
Not one of the four Cybotronians moved. Then, the two sparklings began to cry. The mother knew they were trying to reach her through the bond, but there was no bond anymore. When they realized that their mother wasn't responding, they began to wail. Maybe from panic, maybe from the pain of a broken bond, though their pain was very minuscule compared to what the mother was feeling.
The pain was steadily growing within her till it became nigh unbearable. Her sparklings tried to reach out to her and every instinct in her body was telling her to rush to her sparklings, snatch them away from this femme, and keep them safe.
But she couldn't. If she kept the sparklings they would be killed. Whether by hardships or battles they would eventually perish. It was that thought that made her turn around, ignoring her precious children's cries, and leave, flying off to who knows where to continue her part in the war.
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