The Daughter of Primus

S. 2 EP. 20 A Decepticon's Motivation

(Hello loves! The next few chapters are flashbacks and are lore heavy. I honestly didn't know how else to incorporate everything rattling in my head in a good way but to be honest I actually came to enjoy these chapters and hope you do as well.)

-Eons before the war-

Breakdown and Bulkhead worked construction together. They were often assigned to the same work sites and were very close friends, practically brothers. They laughed and joked as they walked to a new job site past an ancient temple that was still kept around but no one particularly visited. Heck. They didn't even know what was inside the temple or what it was for. Just that it was an ancient holy site and it was due for some maintenance.

The two mechs heard a femme curse and something clattered down the stairs coming to a stop at Breakdown's pedes.

Breakdown bent over and picked up the slightly damaged but still functional data pad and looked up the steps at a red and gray femme that had ran down the stairs after the object, a huge Simfur Rounded temple dog remained at her side at all times.

"Did you drop this?" Breakdown held it out to her

"Yes, I'm very sorry about that." She took the data pad from him and smiled shyly. "Thank you very much."

"Any time." Breakdown smiled back at her.

"Come on Breaks! We're going to be late for work." Bulkhead complained, his anxiety running high that day. "I can't afford more docked pay, I gotta make rent."

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Don't get your actuators in a twist." Breakdown retorted but by the time he turned back to the femme to ask her name she was gone.

Over the course of the construction project Breakdown would spot the red femme at the top of the stairs of the temple reading, always accompanied by the cyber dog temple guardian.

"She's a temple maiden. Don't even think about it, she's way out of our caste. It's illegal." Bulkhead warned one day as he caught his friend staring at the femme again.

"It's not illegal to talk to her." Breakdown protested. "Besides. I'm curious about the building. The architecture is unusual. What's in it? I never see anyone going there."

"Who cares? It's all some dead religion hooey." Bulkhead shrugged

The blue mech gave the green mech a sour look.

"I'm just trying to survive, Breaks. I wake up, go to work, go home, decompress, recharge and repeat. I don't have energy to go digging for mysteries or chasing femmes."

"Some of us actually want to learn stuff, Bulk." Breakdown huffed.

"And that's okay, but do it on your day off. And I'm warning you. If you get tangled up with that femme you're gonna get jailed or killed for violating the caste. I don't want to see you hurt or worse." Bulkhead patted his friend's shoulder. "She's pretty but not worth dying over."

"Yeah..." Breakdown followed Bulkhead, still looking up at the femme with the beautiful orange optics. She had an elbow on her knee and her cheek in one hand as she watched him pass by yet again.

On Breakdown's next day off, he walked to the temple by himself and found that the femme wasn't sitting on the steps where she usually sat when he passed by every morning when he went to work. He felt a pang of disappointment but decided to continue his exploration and began walking up the stairs of the temple.

Once up at the top of the steps he gaped in awe at the massive columns and the intricacies of the architecture. The workmanship alone was a masterpiece of art, the stuff he built was clunky in comparison. He walked inside and the massive room was intricately patterned in beautifully colored mosaic tiles and at the back of the vaulted cathedral was the statue of a femme with a spear and Shield.