„𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎." - Transformers One Fanfiction
They always told her, her Job is it to protect them and their people. But what should she do, when the people she was sup...
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"Only a few hours after the great creator Primus fell into a deep sleep from which he would not wake up for eons until his Spark would burn and his body could no longer protect the created planet, he received one vision. Fifteen robots, with inexplicable power and wisdom, would stand side by side, protecting and guiding a planet full of life he had created. Together as one team, one council. And even though this version gave him confidence in the future, his attention was focused on one robot.
Not far from the others would be another robot. Clad in white armor with a sword held firmly in their right hand and a shield in their left, this one would stand alongside the Primes. They are protecting and guiding them with an iron fist.
This bot would be the Protector of life. Amparo."
————— Vidar, Archivist before the Fall of Cybertron
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Protector vitae
The Guardian of Life
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This is a story about a Bot who isn't quite sure if what she was made for is the right thing.
