Lord Protector

by Foxbear

The crown jewel of the mighty Quintesson empire gleams across the stars. Every flaw was hunted down ages ago with the off-lining of that pesky outlier who fancied himself Prime. Every Cybertronian now exists, a functional cog of the overmind. Two mecha who shouldn't exist strive to convince Cybertron that the Prime will return, and freedom is worth the cost.

1. Questions

A Transformers Prime/IDW Fanfiction

Set in the Prism AU Verse

Done for the 30 days/100 words challenge. The 30 days will not be consecutive.

Day 1

"So?" Hot Rod smiled across their shared cube. "Are you?"

He couldn't help but return the smile. There was so much life, in it.

"Am I?" His companion asked, shifting to avoid the acid rain that seeped into their makeshift shelter.

"A, ya' know," Hot Rod gestured with rusty servos at his chestplates.

The darker mech's faceplates tightened.

"You know what the symbol means." He replied.

"Yeah, but you kinda, half ripped it off your plating." Hot Rod observed.

A fit of coughing took the Runner and Deadlock pulled Hot Rod close to steady him, hopping the questions were done.