One In A Billion | Transformers Prime [1]

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

I never knew the day that I'd awaken would come. 

Being called up to Vassilyovich's office and being assigned the task of killing the Autobots was one thing, but actually seeing to it that they were no more after ten years was another. I was just a little girl then, five or six, when I had been assigned the task. Now, Operation Ulovka was finally being terminated. I had finally fulfilled my mission, what I came here to do.

At the same time, I had made friends. I had built trust. Now, it all came tumbling to the ground. Before I discovered the Autobots, I was all alone. I had no one to talk to other than my nineteen year old brother, who sadly died at the hands of the Decepticons. Then it was just me and my powers. 

I had never known how I got them. I just assumed that I was always born with them. Still, things didn't make sense. Not after I moved to the States, not even after I discovered my targets in person. Things never made sense in my life, they were like pieces of a bigger puzzle missing. I was missing my sense of self, I knew that. Nothing really stuck out to me more than the fact that I had been tasked with a mission bigger than myself and that it was in the divine right of the Soviet Union for me to seek the enemy and kill. 

That I was just a lone Russian girl who grew up in a time of war, who possessed abnormal abilities, who was stripped from her home at age six, watched her parents die right in front of her, taken in by Vassily and molded into the perfect weapon. His best agent.

I couldn't shake the fact that I didn't know who I really was, and why all evidence pointed toward nowhere. Why did I possess these powers? How did I get them? Who was my father? Why was Silas suddenly in the picture? Was life bigger than Ulovka? Why did Vassily send me to kill these good soldiers they called Autobots? 

I was so highly existential. 

So full of questions, whys, how's, what ifs. Always looking for the answers. But answers never came. They never did. 

I risked getting kidnapped by the Decepticons who saw me as a fascinating case for study. I had to go through the death of my brother, Greggori. I fought with a Predacon, went head-to-head with Silas and MECH. I got my cover nearly blown twice, risked getting an aneurysm from this voice who wouldn't leave me alone...

So many questions. 

But now I am here. I had made Russia proud, Vassily proud. Though I may have given up my life for this, The Autobots are no more.

I have kept my friends close but my enemies closer. Or was it the other way around? Shouldn't Jack, Miko, and Raf have done that? Shouldn't the bots have done that? After all, I was just a sixteen-year-old Russian girl who was new to Jasper, new to American things. I should've acted clueless, but that was below me. Still, they foolishly trusted me without thinking twice about what it would do to them.

They let me in. My deepest regret was having split personalities. One part of me wanted to let them in, to build real trust and real friendships. One part was telling me that the bots were the good people. One part told me that sparing them was the right thing to do. Yet the other part despised them. All of me despised them.

But why?

I don't know. I still don't know. I don't think I will ever know, because all I see is void. All I feel is empty. 

A past I can barely remember, a past I was trained to forget.

I was sent from Russia as a sleeper agent, a shadow in the night, meant to kill the Autobots. My mission was clear, my purpose singular. But nothing was ever as simple as it seemed.

My powers, red and flowing like the lifeblood of a forgotten world, were somehow linked to Primus and Unicron. The creators, the destroyers, the balance. A voice whispered in my mind, a constant murmur that I would be the balance. What did that even mean? Balance between what and what? Light and dark? Good and evil? Autobots and Decepticons? Or was it something deeper, something cosmic that my human mind could barely grasp?

Those questions plagued me, gnawed at my sanity. I was filled with doubts, an existential dread that settled in the pit of my stomach. Who was I really? What is my purpose beyond the mission I was given? Am I just a tool, a weapon to be used and discarded? Or is there something more to me, something more to my powers, something more to the voice that speaks of balance?

But I push these doubts aside. I have to. 

I may be an agent with bizarre powers and may lack knowledge about my past, but this much I do know: I am a sleeper agent. A deadly one. My skills, honed through years of ruthless training, are unmatched. I am a weapon, a force to be reckoned with, a whisper of death. Anyone who crosses paths with me had better think twice.

I had finally completed my mission. My work was done. It was a mission that took me through trials and tribulations, through battles and betrayals, through moments of doubt and flashes of clarity. Vassily would smile down at me from his Bolshevik and tell me what a great job I've done, just as he had when I was a child. 

I was just a girl, a sixteen-year-old girl with a hidden truth. Raised in the heart of Russia, trained from birth for a mission that I never truly understood until now. A sleeper agent, a pawn in a game far larger than myself. Vassily gave me orders and even in death they still stand. And now, the years worth of secrets I had contained had somehow risen up to the surface. Secrets like my magic abilities. Secrets such as this one.  

My name is Praxina Chenkov. 'Ember' is just a disguise. 

In a world of billions, I am one in a billion. Unique. Unyielding. Unstoppable. My journey may be fraught with uncertainty and existential angst, but one thing remains clear: I am a force that cannot be ignored. 

And so, as the dust settles and the echoes of battle fade, I stand tall, even in death.

Mission accomplished.