Ratchet ran. He couldn't do much else, not after his home, his MedBay, his life had been blown to bits. The only thing he had left was the crying sparkling in his arms against his chest. He tucked it into a little pod, tucked it in as gently as he could, then he stroked his cheek. The battlefield was no place for a sparkling. Glyph, the little sparkling, blinked sadly up at him, as if asking where his mother was. He whined for Ratchet, burbled a sparkling-speak response as Ratchet kissed his forehelm, then Ratchet sedated the sparkling.

"I will come and find you, my sparkling..." He touched his forehelm, sighing a shaky sigh as he drew away. Then he nodded at Orion Prime, formly Orion Pax, Seeker of the Matrix.

Orion nodded back and launched the pods, one by one that were filled with loved ones, sparklings, and mates.

And one by one, they disappeared.

One by one, they were forgotten.

Every single one of them, that is, except Glyph.

ooo

(The pod landed in a field, having finally come to a rest on a little bluish-greenish orb that was relatively insignificant.)

(The creature inside the pod was wailing, having woken from his million-year nap and feeling rather hungry. When no one came to soothe and tend to him, he quieted and listened to the world around him.)

(Eventually, the little one's Amalgami coding worked at blending him into the environment, and the sounds of a dominant predator provided him the perfect disguise.)

("Look over here!")

(The creature stilled and waited for the predator to come into view long enough for him to scan and take on its physical appearance, perhaps even alter it to appear less dangerous. It was really hungry and in need of care.)

(The pod was opened and little Glyph only needed a moment to take on the physical appearance of a baby.)

("Awwwww," the woman cooed as she lifted the baby out of the pod. "He's left all alone!")

(Glyph was safely tucked into her arms, the strange pod forgotten for now upon finding the baby. Though she was a nice substitute for his parents, Glyph whined up at the sky and wondered where his sire was. Though he was young, he remembered vividly what his sire looked like, what his abilities were, how he was to survive. It was all hard-wired into his body, the way sparklings had become to survive the cold hard war.)

(The only thing that was fading from memory was his carrier. Steadily, her face was replaced by the organic one smiling down at him now.)

("Hello, Rafael," she whispered.)