A Moment in Mediation
Cybertron. The mother planet, or in Quintus’ case, the creator planet. She had not returned since her carrying had been confirmed, for fear of her creator sensing her. But she needed supplies, energon in raw form precisely. Her tanks were much too finicky for regular processed energon, needing the raw minerals to assist in the growth of her newsparks.
Her ship was ancient, and certainly large. Most likely out of place in the modern day of Cybertronian technology. But it was still grand, gilded with gold crests similar to those on her own frame. Runes decorated it, but its splendor was to be hidden for now. Settling in the rock formations of Neutral territory, the Prime set out with a Carax to assist in digging. Her middle was larger now, not completely impeding her movment, but certainly noticeable.
Since her telekinesis was very spotty, she needed the extra protection. Finding to be what looked like an energon mind, she check around for any Cybertronians. Her signals registered none, and her large acid-dripping companion went to work. Resting against a wall, she let out a vent of relief.
