Dear Vector Prime,
I'm fairly new to knowing about your kind, so forgive me for asking a dumb question you've probably answered some time in the past but...I'm a little curious...I've never heard about any of the primes being medics...so...what happens when one of you guys gets injured during a fight?
Dear Medic Monitor,
It is true that none of us have "medic" as our official function. We Primes were originally created as soldiers, meant to rid the universe of the scourge of Unicron… but things are rarely so simple.
In war, injury is inevitable—and in a war as catastrophic as the one we fought, a single wound could change the fate of creation. We could not have a single dedicated healer among our ranks, for if they fell, so too would the rest of us. Instead, each of us brought our own talents to bear when one of our comrades was wounded, working together to ensure the Chaos Bringer could not lay us low for long.
Alchemist put his studies of the physical and metaphysical worlds together, letting him see wounds to both our bodies and psyches, and know how to repair them. Solus may have primarily put her Forge to work in creating tools, but she knew how to fix things as well, including her siblings. Alpha Trion may now be famous as a sage and advisor, but his knowledge has given him a keen grasp of Cybertronian anatomy and how to upgrade and repair others. Energoa saw the conduits and meridians that ran through our bodies and souls, and ensured they flowed freely to restore us to health.
Quintus loved life, and preserving said life was something he instinctively felt drawn to, leading him to further develop medicine. On the other hand, though Mortilus's domain was death and the ending of things, he knew how to hold off those ends until their appointed time—and speaking of time, I myself have been responsible for turning back the clock more than once, restoring my injured siblings to full functionality. Predator may be the mask of a hunter, showing Onyx weakness to exploit in his prey, but so too could it show where one's own herd is vulnerable; where to intervene, and where to let nature do its work uninterrupted.
Micronus was always willing to share his strength with others. Nitro was the ultimate first responder, there to help before we knew we had been hit. Nexus had a knack for seeing how things came apart, and how to put them back together. Sentinel was unshakable, his hands never trembling as he patched our armor. And of course, it's been said of one of my siblings that if he had been on Earth, he'd be a doctor, a mechanic, a scientist, and a warrior. But to us, there is no great difference between those professions.
That, ultimately, is our great secret. Unicron was a blight, an infected wound on the cosmos that needed to be cut out and sterilized. We Primes were made to save lives—sometimes that takes a sword or blaster, and sometimes it takes a laser scalpel.











