13 primes angst

The rest of the Primes (generally, all male)
Each of the remaining eight has its own degree of damage and uniform type. Some wear slightly looser overalls, while others are so tight they restrict their limbs. Their bodies show signs of hasty repairs: sloppy seams, plates of different shades, mismatched joints. Some have Quintesson identification marks etched into their chests or shoulders—thin lines resembling scars. Their postures have become uniform: hunched shoulders, slightly tilted heads, gazes directed just below the overseer's eye level. But in rare, almost imperceptible details—a slight clenching of a fist, a barely perceptible turn of the head—the former glory of the Thirteen still glimmers.

Vector Prime male
His body is coated with a layer of protective paint, concealing the damage, but the joints of repair plates are visible at the bends of his knees and wrists. His suit is slightly looser than the others', but still uncomfortable: he's accustomed to maneuverability, but now every movement is a struggle. His gaze is a mixture of fatigue and calculation: he's analyzing everything around him, searching for weak spots.

Quintus Prime
He's one of the few who looks almost "exemplary" in his new status: his jumpsuit fits perfectly, without any sagging, as if he'd tailored it to his needs. His hull has been partially repaired, but traces of old damage have been deliberately left visible—as proof of his "obedience." He smiles more often than the others, but a cold, calculating glimmer glistens in his eyes: he's gathering information, feigning obedience.

Megatronus male
The largest of the Thirteen, he's literally squeezed into the suit: the fabric is stretched taut across his chest, the seams coming apart in places at the slightest strain. His body is covered in deep scratches and dents, some of which were left unfixed as a reminder of his defeat. His movements are deliberately slow: he knows that sudden gestures will trigger the restraints.

Prima male
The suit is heavy, with stiff padding on the shoulders and elbows, as if deliberately designed to limit his range of motion. His torso is partially intact, but a sloppy weld is visible on the right side of his chest—the result of a hasty repair after an ambush. His posture still betrays a leader: even in the suit, he stands up straight, and his eyes reveal a cold determination.

Alchemist Prime male
His body shows signs of frequent stress: darkened segments on his chest panel, microcracks in his joints. His ruffled dress seems almost out of place next to his heavy, "scholarly" stance; he seems too massive for such attire. The Quintessons deliberately chose this contrast to emphasize his fall. He moves slowly, as if every movement requires careful calculation, lest he snag the ruffles and incur the wrath of his guards.

Solus Prime
female gender
Her body bears the marks of "repurposing": the manipulators have been shortened and polished to a shine, making it easier to serve food and carry out small tasks. On her back are decorative pads that mimic the folds of a dress; they conceal the joints of the repair plates. The dress fits snugly, but does not restrict the fine movements of her fingers—the Quintessons wanted her to be skilled, but without a hint of strength.

Zeta Prime
male gender
The hull has been partially restored after sustaining severe damage: plates have been carelessly welded onto the chest to conceal a puncture wound caused by an energy strike; a deep dent on the shoulder has been neglected. The dress emphasizes the contrast between former strength and current humiliation: a form-fitting silhouette, short hem and sleeves, and ruffles along the edge seem to deliberately add fragility. The optics are darkened—not by technology, but by internal malfunctions; occasionally, they flash images of the final battle.