Thirteenth Prime

At first, it seemed like everything might work out. Milkyway gazed with childish delight at the restored streets, the shimmering domes, and the stars, which seemed closer here. Thirteen smiled at this, and for the first time in a long time, he allowed himself to believe that peaceful days lay ahead.

But the past wouldn't let go. Rumors that one of the Thirteen was among them quickly spread throughout the cities. And with the rumors came rage. For some Cybertronians, the Thirteenth was not a protector, but a living reminder of the times when the Primes themselves tore the planet apart. They remembered the Requiem Blaster, the death of Solus Prime, the fall of Megatronus—and in their eyes, the Thirteenth was complicit in all these troubles, even if he tried to stop them.

A crowd gathered at the gates of the central power hub—the place where Thirteen wanted to show Milkyway the heart of Cybertron. First there were shouts, then accusations, and then the first shots flashed through the air. Thirteen didn't defend himself. He didn't want to spill the blood of his own kind. Instead, he stepped forward, shielding his son with his body, and said only one thing: "He's innocent. Give him a chance to live in peace."

But the crowd's fury was too great. Energy bolts struck Thirteen's armor, piercing layers of metal, tearing apart circuits, and extinguishing the light in his optics. He fell slowly, as if unable to believe this was how his journey would end. The last thing he saw were Milkiway's eyes—enormous, filled with horror and incomprehension.

From Return to Cybertron: Hope and the Shadow of the Past The years on the Nemesis passed, and Milkyway grew—not just as a Transformer, but as a fusion of two worlds: his father's wisdom and Megatron's iron discipline. By the age of five, he confidently wielded an energy sword, understood the basics of tactics, and also knew how to listen—something Thirteen had taught him. He knew the history of the Thirteen, remembered stories of Primus and Unicron, and in his heart dwelt a strange, almost adult understanding: the world rests on those willing to stand between danger and others.

Meanwhile, Cybertron began to recover. After years of chaos and war, the planet was slowly regaining its shape: power lines pulsed once more, cities rose from ruins, and a cautious but real scent of hope hung in the air. Thirteen sensed it—he could feel the pulse of his home planet even through the void of space.

When Megatron decided to go into exile—tired of endless battles and perhaps recognizing that the Nemesis could no longer be a home for a child—Thirteen knew it was time to return. He had no illusions about how he would be received: for many Cybertronians, he was part of that very era of Thirteen that had brought so much pain. But he believed that for his son, the risk was worth it.

They arrived on Cybertron at dusk. The planet greeted them not with fanfare, but with wary silence. The first people they encountered looked at the ancient Prime and the young Transformer with suspicion, as if their very presence might reawaken old wounds. But Thirteen remained calm. He didn't seek power or demand recognition. All he wanted was for Milkyway to have a home.

When Megatron decided to go into exile—tired of endless battles and perhaps recognizing that the Nemesis could no longer be a home for a child—Thirteen knew it was time to return. He had no illusions about how he would be received: for many Cybertronians, he was part of that very era of Thirteen that had brought so much pain. But he believed that for his son, the risk was worth it.

They arrived on Cybertron at dusk. The planet greeted them not with fanfare, but with wary silence. The first people they encountered looked at the ancient Prime and the young Transformer with suspicion, as if their very presence might reawaken old wounds. But Thirteen remained calm. He didn't seek power or demand recognition. All he wanted was for Milkyway to have a home.

Milkiway's Education: Two Teachers, Two Paths From then on, days on the Nemesis took on a new rhythm.

The thirteenth taught Milkiway:

Stories and memories: he told him about the Thirteen, about Primus and Unicron, about how Cybertron became home to millions. He wanted his son to remember where they came from.

Wisdom and restraint: he taught him to think before acting, to see not only the enemy, but also the reason for his actions.

The art of defense: not only how to fight, but also how to protect those who are weaker, how to stand between danger and those who are dear to you.

Megatron taught Milky Way:

Tactics and strategy: how to read the battlefield, how to exploit enemy weaknesses, how to turn chaos into an advantage.

Combat effectiveness: how to strike with precision, how to survive where others give up.

Determination: that sometimes hard decisions have to be made, and that weakness is not kindness, but the inability to act when necessary.

Milkyway absorbed both approaches, and a unique style was born within him: he could be a protector, a warrior, a diplomat, and a tactician. Thirteen saw this and was proud, though he worried that his son was growing up in the Decepticons' shadow. But he knew: in this new world, you had to be able to survive, and it was better for him to be prepared for anything.

The meaning of the existence of the Thirteen and the place of the Thirteenth in it The Thirteen Primes were created by Primus immediately after he assumed the planet's form to serve as Cybertron's shield against Unicron. They were more than just warriors—they embodied various facets of defense: strength, wisdom, compassion, strategy, and creativity.

Thirteen was the one who had to remind the others that protection wasn't just about battle. It was also about remembering, and caring, and the ability to see beyond one's own rage. Even as the world around him crumbled, he remained the one trying to preserve what could be saved.

Lij shattered completely and died, and Thirteen, mustering his last strength, managed to hug his son. At that moment, an unstable portal opened beneath them—and they fell into it.

On Earth: Nemesis and a New Path The portal ejected them not into the void, but onto planet Earth. They fell from the sky like stars, and their fall was noticed by the Decepticons led by Megatron. The ship Nemesis picked them both up: the heavily damaged Thirteenth and the barely alive Milkyway.

Megatron, despite being the Decepticon leader, was not without pragmatism. He saw in Thirteen not just an ancient Prime, but a source of knowledge, experience, and power. And in Milkyway, potential. The Decepticons repaired both and left them to rest in Megatron's private quarters, where they were observed but not kept in chains.

When Thirteen came to, the first thing he did was check on his son. After confirming that Milkyway was alive and recovering, he finally allowed himself to breathe. But he understood: they were no longer on Cybertron, and the old rules no longer applied.

Megatron came to him personally. He didn't threaten or demand loyalty. Instead, he offered a deal: "You teach your son everything you know. And I'll teach him tactics and combat—what will be useful in this world." Thirteen realized he had no choice, but he also saw an opportunity: let Milkyway be prepared for anything, even what his father couldn't give him.

(1) Thirteen didn't blame him. Instead, he shielded him from the others, who were already reaching for their weapons, ready to punish. "He didn't mean it," Thirteen said, and there was such firmness in his voice that even Prima paused for a moment.

Realizing it was all a setup, Megatronus lunged at Lij Maximo. But he was ready: he slipped away, leaving behind only a mocking smile and new rifts in the brotherhood of the Thirteen.

The disappearance of Thirteen and the birth of Milky Way Prime After the tragedy, Thirteen couldn't remain in the old world. He felt that Cybertron was no longer a place where one could simply believe in goodness—here one had to be prepared for anything. He began searching for traces of the Lij Maximo, hoping to put an end to his machinations.

And he found it—in a forgotten corner of space, where Lij was preparing a new strike at the very heart of the Primes. The battle was brutal. The Thirteenth fought with cold fury, allowing himself no room for error. At some point, he realized that Lij didn't just want to win—he wanted to destroy the very idea of ​​unity among the Thirteen, sowing eternal enmity.

During the battle, Lidge made a move no one expected: he secretly captured the tiny Milkiway, Thirteen's son, whom he had kept hidden from everyone, hoping to protect him from the war. Lidge kept Milkiway in an energy cocoon, using him as leverage.

Wounded but unbroken, Thirteen saw his son in the hands of the enemy—and something ancient awakened within him, something Primus had implanted in Thirteen as a final reserve: the Rage Mod. It wasn't just rage—it was a transformation that pushed his systems to the limit, enhancing his strength, speed, and reflexes, but at the cost of his own existence.

Birth and early years: under the care of elders and close to Megatronus When Thirteen first gained consciousness, Cybertron was still young and the world fragile. He was greeted not with fanfare, but with care: Prima personally ensured that he had time to understand who he was before demanding heroic deeds. Alpha Trion became his mentor in the history and mysteries of Cybertron, and Solus Prime was the one who taught him to value creation as much as protection.

But the one closest to him was Megatronus. He was hot-tempered, impulsive, and often argued with his elders, and it was Thirteen who learned to be someone who didn't judge him, but rather helped him focus. He didn't try to "fix" Megatronus—he was simply there when he needed it. And in return, Megatronus, despite his pride, confided in Thirteen what he'd never admitted to anyone: his fears, his insecurities, his desire to be needed.

Thus, Thirteenth became the one who protected not only Megatronus's body, but also his soul. And when the controversy over the Requiem Blaster flared up, he found himself at the very epicenter of the storm.

The Fall of Megatronus and the Betrayal of Lij Maximo Lij Maximo had long been plotting his schemes, playing on the pride and fears of each of the Thirteen. In the case of the Requiem Blaster, he subtly pushed both sides toward a clash, knowing that emotion would prevail over reason.

On that fateful day, when the argument escalated into a brawl, the Thirteenth tried to keep everyone from spilling blood. He stood between Prima and Megatronus, trying to speak calmly, reminding them of their duty and that they were brothers. But Lij Maximo, remaining in the shadows, added a spark to the fire: he quietly activated hidden protocols in Megatronus's armor, intensifying his rage and clouding his judgment.

It was at that moment that the irreparable happened: in a blind burst of rage, Megatronus struck a blow that struck not an enemy, but the one he loved most—Solus Prime. As reality crashed down on him, he froze, unable to believe what he had done.

A Cybertronian stands 18.35 meters tall, with a beautiful light blue body with gold details and black antennae, with blue circles inside the round holders. He has jet wings, a regenerative mechanism, and blue optics. He has black joints and a neck vent. The neck vent has three vertical glowing blue patterns. He has sharp blue shoulder pads that converge on a dark blue diamond shape at the top of his chest, encased in gold. His helmet has the same long diamond-shaped crest with the same tones as the chest. Blue details of the helmet extend onto his cheeks.

Personality and character of the Thirteenth Prime The Thirteenth Prime was more than just another Primordial: he was created not so much as a warrior, but as a "keeper of balance." Unlike Prima, whose will is a command, or Megatronus, whose power is a storm, the Thirteenth could see consequences a hundred steps ahead. He disliked conflict, but he didn't fear it—if he had to stand between the storm and those weaker, he did.

His distinctive trait was a reserved, almost quiet determination. He rarely spoke much, but every word carried weight. In battle, he didn't strive for showmanship: his style was precision, calculation, and the ability to exploit the enemy's weaknesses, rather than simply overpowering with force.

Tellingly, Thirteen felt a special connection to Megatronus from the very beginning. Not because of his strength, but because of his pain. He saw him not as a threat, but as a spark that could be channeled. And so, when the elder Primes debated how to handle Megatronus, Thirteen invariably rose to his defense—not condoning his actions, but believing that there was goodness within him that could be preserved.

Name Thirteenth

Type Cybertron

Status Primary (Prime)

Children Milkyway Prime

Floor Male