Equilibrium
By SMYGO4EVA
Solus Prime counted down the stellar cycles until there weren't any left. She counted down the megacycles until she could practically see the hands on the figurative clock on Cybertron spinning out of control. She counted down the kliks until she couldn't vent even one breath, and mouthed along to the countdown of seconds until zero when the battle with Unicron, the Chaos Bringer, had arrived.
Every day she watched, with the rest of the Thirteen Primes, and even though she couldn't begin to imagine what it was like in there – in the battleground, with all of her fellow Primes, the progenitors of the metal moon- Solus thought that she would fall apart just as easily as if she'd been off-lined.
She could fall apart just like Zeta Prime, one with the All Spark, and ceasing to be because of the balance of good and evil, light and darkness, and so on. She had to fight, had to win alongside the Primes, alongside Primus, for those who were forgotten and lost, for those who were with the All Spark.
For Zeta Prime.
For the future of their planet.
She was fearful of a disastrous battle, but she didn't want to think so, as a swing of her mighty forge, could bring her, and every other sentient being, victory.