This FanFic will be the first in my own Transformer Continuity. Continuity: Original Plot: The Rise of Optimus Prime Chapter 1 The highways of Cybertron are no busier than usual; each lane on the massive transportation system is near capacity. Skyscrapers of unimaginable heights connected by bridges at least 30 stories in the air decorate the busy streets below. In the middle of the northbound section of the highway, a blue streak zooms dangerously fast through the crowded highways, barely evading collisions with other vehicles. It hums and moans to itself as it tries to hurry through the crowded evening rush hour. Finally, it sees a rare opening and darts towards it. At last, the blue vehicle makes it out of the main highway and into the Capital District of Iacon. Scanning the city, the blue vehicle finds his destination: The Elite Guard Academy. As its wheels begin to speed up and skid on the cold metal street, it's conscience reminds itself that he's in the city, not the raceway. The alien streetcar begins to unfold, bend, twist, and stand upright until it resembles not a vehicle, but a robotic humanoid. The robot runs towards the Elite Guard Academy and enters its doors. On the seventh floor of the Elite Guard Academy, two more alien robots talk and chuckle amongst each other. Both of the robots are tall, elderly and have seen the heat of battle many times throughout their lives. One robot is mostly blue with hints of white and carries a sledgehammer, while the other robot is black with white markings on his body and has golden, crown shaped features on his head. "You never cease to impress me, Ultra Magnus," the black robot with white markings says to the other robot, "The training that these Elite Guard soldiers receive is remarkable. I couldn't ask for a better mentor." "Always a pleasure, Nova Prime," Ultra Magnus replies back, "I always apply the most realistic situations to the trainees in order to better prepare them for combat. Of course, the situations are within regulations." The blue robot added afterwards with a light laugh. "Ah, they're more or less guidelines anyway. The better prepared they are, the greater chance we have against purifying Cybertron of those retched Decepticons." Nova Prime paused for a moment afterwards, thinking about how he could address the next topic without appearing completely blunt. Not to much longer, he realized the blunt way was the only easy way, "So I here about this one student of yours, Ultra Magnus. He's a fourth year and has skills in all areas that are equal, even superior, to that of the seventh year graduates." Ultra Magnus pondered his aging thoughts for a moments, and then realized who the Autobot Leader was referring to, "Ah yes, Orion Pax. A fine trainee; passes all of his written exams with flying colors, does remarkably well in the battle simulations, and gets along with the others quite easily. Well...aside from U-Turn." "Might as well put this bluntly," Nova said letting out a deep sigh, "I want you to advance Orion Pax to the seventh year. The graduating class." Ultra Magnus was shocked; not at why his superior requested so, but at the fact that Nova Prime was strict on rules. "With all due respect sir, I cannot. I understand your reasoning and agree...but the Elite Guard Code will not allow me to pass a student that far in their training. A year would be acceptable, but skipping the rest of his fourth year and jumping ahead another three?" "I know I'm one to stick to rules, but I can let this one slide. Orion's a great student, holding him back could bore him and hinder his true potential." "Even if I advance him to the graduating class, what will the Senate think? Their audio receptors hear everything and anything that goes around Cybertron and they'll be sure to..." Nova smiled and put his hand on Ultra Magnus's shoulder, "Magnus, listen to me. I'll handle the Senate. That's not their concern in the first place. Axalon Maximus has scrapmetal shoved far up his crankcase and will bicker at anything to boost his ego. Go ahead and advance Orion to the graduating class. Also, be sure to give him the final assignment, just like the rest of the graduates. Should anyone fret, I'll pull some bogus, yet believable excuse from out of my processor." "Will do, sir," Ultra Magnus nodded in obedience, and walked out the door with his hammer in hand. Before he could exit the room, Nova Prime interrupted him. "Don't think low of yourself for breaking the rules, Ultra Magnus. You've done well as an soldier, an instructor to these trainees, and as a comrade. After all, I was trained by the best," Nova Prime remarked before he himself departed the room. Before either of them had reached the beginning of the flight of stairs, a blue robot raced up the staircase and barely avoided knocking down Nova Prime and Ultra Magnus. Saluting, the blue figure began talking rapidly. "Blurr reporting for duty, Nova Prime...and er...Ultra Magnus. I'm here on behalf of Axalon Maximus to remind you both about the High Council Meeting tomorrow night. Axalon expects all the commanders to be there, including the both of you. Furthermore, I'm here to alert you that Prowl has doubled the security efforts on Polyhex due to the Decepticons raids. That it all. And do not be late." Blurr halted his speech and raced off before either of the elders could utter a sound. "Well my audio receptors are burning," Nova Prime grinned, "Oh...but they'll be worse tomorrow. Last thing I need is Axalon ranting over and over again. Wish I could bypass the Senate's decision just to avoid hearing that glitch." "A bit harsh choice of words, eh?" asked Ultra Magnus. "Harsh," Nova replied, "But accurate." ***Later that evening*** The Elite Guard Academy was having it's weekly showdowns in the indoor arena. Hosted by Meister, these approved sparring matches helped the trainees better prepare themselves for melee and hand-to-hand combat. The arena lights flickered on from above as Meister, a silver Elite Guard commander, stepped into the center of the arena, acting as the referee. From the surrounding bleachers, Elite Guard trainees howled and cheered in excitement. Two combatants entered from the east and west sides of the arena. From the eastern side entered a medium-sized red and blue robot with an orange and blue energy axe in one hand, and a shield in the other. A tall, black and green robot stomped in from the west side, spinning around two dual bladed lances in his hands. "Alright, Elite Guard Academy! Welcome to the Arena Showdown!" Meister announced to the roaring crowd, "Are you ready?" An ear shattering screech wailed from the audience as Meister saw their excitement through his blue visor, "Okay then. Tonight we're having two very special competitors in the arena. Two Academy favorites, that is. In the western corner we have the most skilled swordsman of the sixth year class: Turnabout!" A large majority of the crowd cheered as Turnabout sprung himself up in the air, and made a solid and earthshaking landing a few seconds later. Two black pieces from either side of his face came forward and merged into a battlemask, while a few pieces of armor bulked up around his body. He activated his dual energy lances, which glew a bright blue. "And in the Eastern Corner, we have one of our top students. Only a fourth year and having props like graduates: Orion Pax!!!" An equally loud cheer rose up from the audience as Orion activated his shield and his faceplate sprung up over his mouth. The look in his eyes changed from confidence to competitive. Orion stepped forward to greet his opponent. Taking both the combatant's hands, Meister made the two rivals shake hands before the confrontation; both combatants complied without misbehaving. "Okay guys, the crowd's been waiting for this one. Heck, I've been waiting for this fight. Now I want a clean fight from both of you. Originality is always welcome in the arena, but anything dirty will result in a victory for the other Autobot. Once your opponent declares defeat or I determine your opponent is no longer able to fight, you will stop fighting immediately. Am I clear?" "Yes, sir," Orion and Turnabout replied. "Good. Good luck to both of you, and make the crowd happy." ***In the bleachers*** "So Gears, who are you betting on?" asked a red, cheerful Autobot. "I'm voting on Orion. He's tough and he knows what he's doing," replied Gears "Stupid move, I'm betting on Turnabout. He'll crush Orion," laughed the red one. "I'm stupid, Warpath? Turnabout is only good in the beginning. Orion is a slow starter, but he's got the endurance of a veteran," Gears sneered back. ***Back at the arena*** "Academy Bots, let's here it for our fighters!" Meister announced as he gave the crowd one last shout of enthusiasm before the brawl began, "Okay. Orion, Turnabout, get ready." There was a long pause as the two fighters stared at each others' feet, determining their movements, "GO!" The arena exploded with cheers and jeers as Orion made the first move. Activating his short-distance jet-boosters on his legs, Orion veered off to the left before Turnabout could charge towards him. Attaching a cable to one of his double bladed lances, Turnabout threw his lance like a boomerang at Orion, making a minor cut in Orion's left forearm. Half of the crowd cheered as the other half started to encourage Orion. Controlling his temper, Orion assessed the situation. He went with his better judgment and decided against a foolish attack. Orion readied his boosters again, but this time charged head on at his opponent. Ready for his move, Turnabout spun his blades in circles around his hands and shoved his weapons towards Orion. In less than a second, Orion applied more power to his boosters and evaded the thrusts from Turnabout's lances. Seizing the moment, Orion punched Turnabout in chest with his left hand, and knocked out one of his lances with his axe. Turnabout steadied himself as Orion touched the ground. Rethinking his plan, the green and black Autobot spun his lances around again, but threw both of them at either side of Orion. Orion avoided the lances by backing up, but realized Turnabout had lunged over him. Returning the act from last time, Turnabout slammed his fists into Orion's back and retrieved his lances. Orion recoiled from Turnabout's punch and scuffled a few inches. Almost immediately, Orion swung his energy axe at Turnabout's legs and managed to hit his right one. Turnabout groaned as sparks started to fly from a little exposed circuitry. Orion contemplated a final blow attack that could quickly end the match, but thought for a half-second too long. The next thing he knew, Turnabout's right leg swept Orion from off his feet and on to his crankcase, and delivered a punch that indented into Orion's chest. With a few shards of glass from his the windshield of his Cybertronian truck mode shattered and major denting occured, Orion's temper was beginning to take over. Firmly grasping his axe, Orion activated his jet boosters and zoomed towards the other fighter. Turnabout spun around and he blocked Orion's frontal and right axe swings. The swing from the rear was unstoppable from his current position, and seconds later, Turnabout had a major indent in his back. "You're pretty good, Orion," Turnabout remarked as a green shrapnel fell off his back, "But I'm not out." Turnabout thrusted his lances forward, and along with Orion, engaged in their weapons clashing across the stadium. Both their momentums were being built and crumbled as axe and lances clung, each clash growing stronger and louder until the roar of the crowds made even the loudest clang inaudible. A short while later, Turnabout's left lance struck the bottom of the head of Orion's axe, causing the axe head to fall off. Orion's mighty weapon was no more than a pole with a jagged top end. Orion's temporary shock gave Turnabout an opportunity to send Orion flying backwards. Turnabout took the opportunity, slashing Orion's legs just below the knee, but unintentionally stabbed Orion in the upper chest with the tip of his blade, something Meister did not like. Looking towards the referee, Turnabout muttered "my bad" under his breath, although it was still frowned upon by Meister and the crowd. Nonetheless, the match went on. Now laying on his back, Orion's faceplate now donned a crack. He pushed himself upright and grabbed his broken axe. He used his shattered axe as a cane to stabilize himself on his injured knees. As he got up, he saw one of his boosters was broken, but left it alone. Deep inside, he thought Turnabout stabbed him on purpose, but his moral conscience stopped him from repeating his Turnabout's actions. Nevertheless, Orion's anger was starting to get the best of him. Turnabout started to charge forward in an attempt to deliver a crippling blow. Examining the moving target within a matter of nanoseconds, Orion threw his axe handle like a javelin straight at Turnabout. The axe handle did not penetrate through Turnabout's armor, but it did stop his momentum and halted his attack. Orion was ready and charged towards Turnabout, clenching his fist. With all his might, Orion delivered an uppercut which caught Turnabout off guard right in his opponent's middle torso. Turnabout crashed, and raised his hand in surrender. Meister approached Orion and raised the victor's hand up in the air for all to see. The crowd was pleased, and Orion's supporters rose from their seats. "You owe me," Gears grinned at Warpath. "Aww...shuddup...we never shook on anything." Warpath sneered back. Gears grumbled under his breath afterwards. "Psht. Still called it." ***Meanwhile from above the stadium*** A small radar dish with a small box is hooked up to the observation tower above the stadium. The dish itself moves as it captures the final moments of the fight. As the medics rush to the field to escort the combatants to the medical bunker, the crowd empties the arena and head back to their own bunkers. When the arena finally clears, the dish itself splits in half and the box it is connected to begins to transform. After it unfolds itself, it becomes a small mechanical bird and flies off into the night sky. Two small antennae resembling tail feathers pop out from the rear of the bird, and begin to transmit data to a far away location. ***Somewhere far away from the arena*** A blue and gray robot with a red visor stands in front of a large computer mainframe. The signal transmitted by the mechanical bird starts to appear on the monitor. A fast-forwarded visual of the fight appears, and the blue robot nods in success. Two other robots approach, both of them bearing identical purple insignia similar to the ones found on the bird and the blue robot. "Lord Megatron, Laserbeak has recorded the information as you've wished," the blue robot said in a monotone. Megatron stepped forward from out of the shadows. His tall, bulky, gray body had a commanding presence which demanded the utmost loyalty. His face gave a crooked smile, indicating all was going his way. He raised his right hand which had a cold, black fusion cannon attached to it, and massaged it with his left hand in satisfaction. "Excellent. Your reconnaissance and infiltration drones have yet to fail me, Soundwave." "Appreciated," Soundwave replied in his robotic monotone, as the third robot remained in the shadows. His scarlet armor still shined in the darkness, and the small hints of gray and black mixed on his jet wings were all too noticeable for him to blend in. Frowning in disgust, the scarlet robot approached Megatron and Soundwave. "So what, we've seen many young Autobots fight. Why are these two so important that we send out Laserbeak to observe." Megatron answered right after the scarlet robot uttered the lats syllable. "Starscream, you arrogant fool. You think you've seen everything just because you're always on the battlefield. Have you ever thought about why you continue to stay on the battlefield instead of calling the shots from behind?" "Maybe I'm not as cowardice as some of your lieutenants. Perhaps I have what it takes to be an actual commander rather than a figurehead in one of the Decepticon branches." "A coward, Starscream?" Soundwave said as two panels arose from his back and began pulsating high frequency soundwaves in the air. Megatron was immune to the attacks, but Starscream was agonized in pain. "ENOUGH!!!" Starscream howled as he shot null rays point blank at Soundwave. The communications expert was sent backwards a few feet, but remained standing. "SILENCE!" Megatron slammed his fist, causing both soldiers to cease and obey, "This class of trainees are stronger. I've seen Orion before. He's the one who assisted in stopping my first raid on Polyhex. It cost the life of one of my former lieutenants. Be very fortunate for Orion, Starscream. Without him, you would still be answering to S..." "I know," Starscream said as he stormed out the room, "Don't remind me." ***Later, in the Academy Medical Bunker*** "Good game, Orion. You're pretty tough," Turnabout congratulated his former opponent, "For a fourth year, you're impressive." "Speak for yourself. You crippled me," Orion chuckled as he returned the respects to his comrade as a medic analyzed his wounds. "How am I, doc?" "You're going to need a few plates undented, which can be done right here, right now. But I might have to patch up your knees. Turnabout, you know you're not supposed to hit the joints, right?" "Um....no?" Turnabout answered, unsure. "Might want to check on the rules on arena combat," Meister said walking into the room, "Good job to both of you. And congratulations Orion, another job well done." "Thanks, Meister," Orion said to the referee. "Orion Pax to Ultra Magnus's chambers. Repeat, Orion Pax to Ultra Magnus's chambers." "I have to go," Orion said as the medic stopped him. The medic pushed a button on the side of his head, communicating with Ultra Magnus himself. "Commander, you need to come down to the Medical Barrack yourself. Orion's gonna need a few circuits soldered and put back in place." "Understood," Ultra Magnus replied to the medic, "I'll be down as soon as I can. But with all this work, I might be delayed." "So is he coming?" asked Orion. "Not for awhile. In the meantime, lock yourself in stasis lock. I'm going to have to replace a few circuits in your legs. Trust me, the stasis lock will help you heal faster. You might feel it a few hours afterwards, but by tomorrow at midday, you should be fine." "Thanks, doc," Orion said as his blue eyes faded to gray and his body laid motionless in stasis lock. END of Chapter 1. Constructive Criticism is welcome.