Birth of a leader - Rewrite

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Hello all, I added season titles, in case you don't have the time to search the pages or just too lazy or something else, I'll give them in this post.

Season 1: Beginning of a new age
Season 2: Ancient settings
Season 3: (still unknown)

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Hello to all, I hope you havn't forget about me because I havn't forgotten you guys. After two weeks of stressfull examns'still don't know the result) I've finnally managed to finish chapter 11. Season 2 is setting off but if you want action you'll have to wait a little longer. So here it is, chapter 11:

Chapter 11: Questions

It had been six Cybertronian days after the Prime War, like they now called the battle on the Metal Sea. Remaining Decepticon armies had retreated underground or spread out into space. The Autobot comunity was harmed, many loses had questioned the current lead of Cybertron. So politics were put to a probitionary stop. Search parties were send out to rescue any surviving Autobots, remaining Decepticons received an appointment in the court marshal if they even reached the court building.
But the greatest victim of them all was Optimus Prime, he had lost his father and had a direct encounter with the negative aspects of a leadership position. It tore him apart. Right after the end of the Prime War, if it had even ended, Optimus was advised to visit all capital cities of Cybertron to present himself as the new Prime. He also had declared war to the Decepticons and formulated his plan of action. Optimus had already visited Kalis, Iacon was next, he still had some bussiness to do there.
The Autobot leader stepped out of the door of the Autobot Academy and looked at The Great Hole. He sighed, the last six days had been tough and exhausting. Al the political inqueries, all the meetings, all the conversations with Council Members. He wasn’t ready yet to forfill his task as a leader.

‘Sir, permission to speek?’ Asked an Autobot behind him.
‘Don’t call me sir, Jazz, you know I don’t like that word.’ The truth was that ‘sir’ reminded him too much of his father.
‘The search parties report they havn’t found a pulsating spark, again. They ask if they need to continue. The entire Metal Sea has been searched already, a second sweep is useless. The chances of fiding a living Autobot have almost dropped to zero. If they’re still living, they’ll be out of energon before we can dig them up.’ Jazz’s arguments were correct, there was no hope left.
‘Have you heard anything from the radio chamber yet?’ Asked Optimus when he started to walk over towards the Autobot Council.

Jazz kept up to him but he shook his head. So it was final, there weren’t any survivors. Optimus Prime stopped walking and looked at his hands. Were they capable enough. Jazz stopped next to him and layed his hand on Optimus’ shoulder.

‘Y’all right sir?’ Optimus growled and continued walking.

How long had this ordeal have to continue?

***

‘I say we let them be, we can’t take another battle. Our army forces are already small!’ Shouted Omega Pax from the other side of the room.
‘I second that opinion, the Autobot empire is already shocked from the last attack. And we’re not even speaking from the damage to Iacon. Who’s going to pay for that?’ Shouted somebody else from the same side.
‘Are you all cowards? That damage should be repaired and funded by the Decepticons and the Decepticons only! I propose we send the entire Elite guard and half of the Cybertronian army into space. Let’s annihalate every Decepticon there is.’ Shouted a white Autobot a bit next to Optimus.

Prime activated the speaker on his desk and tried to calm down the chaos that had errupted. But it was difficult, his voice seemed to be lost in the giant oval room. His desk stood in the middle of it so no party would have the gratitude to be seatted the nearest to him. Optimus could see every Autobot clearly seperated into their own party. The room was divided into seven with several pilars, every section belonged to an other party. He shouted again and this time it seemed to work.

‘Autobots calm down! We’re getting nowhere. We are still a democracy, let’s vote.’ A approving grumble rose from each side of the room.
‘No! We have to show what we’re capable of!’ Shouted the same white Transformer.
‘Quicksilver, as long as Optimus carries the Matrix of Leadership he shall have the last vote, so shut up your processor and listen to the Prime.’ Yelled Omega Pax back.
‘Thank You Council Member Omega Pax, but all in favor for Quicksilver’s proposition, allight your insigna.’ He regretted this discission, but it was his task to stay objectif.

Quicksilver nodded in gratitude but his mood soon shifted when only his insigna glowed deeply red and threw a redish glow upon the brons floor and pilars. He stood up and jumped over his desk and ran towards the middle of the room to face Optimus directly.

‘Are you all mad? Don’t you see this is the only solution?’ He had his arms thrown up and looked at everyone, especially Omega Pax.
‘Member Quicksilver, please remain at your seat, the vote is final, no military force will be send out!’ Said Optimus as he punched his fist into his desk. Metal shards crossed the chamber when Optimus retreated his fist.
‘Go back to your desk or you shall be removed this instant.’

Quicksilver gazed at him wildishly, his optics glanced deepishly blue and contained a great ferocity.

‘You don’t know who I am, you don’t even understand what I’m capable of!’
‘That may be correct Council Member, but you may be happy I’m in no mood to punish a direct threat towards my position as a Prime!’ Optimus didn’t loose contact with Quicksilver’s optics as he signed for the guards.
‘Guards, please remove Quicksilver from this meeting, I shall notifie him about his punishment later on.’ The guards nodded and left with the Council Member who left the building screeming for a revolution.
‘For the rest of us, I propose a one-cycle break, we shall discuss the rest of the rebuildment of Iacon next meeting.’ Everyone nodded and Prime left the room trough his own personal exit.

Now he had some time to take care of other bussiness. He would take over the lead of the search parties and prepare his speech for the Tygrissian Council. When he exitted his personal hallway he entered an other chamber, it was his personal workspace. A tick layer of dust covered the furniture, it had been a long time since a Prime had worked or set foot in this chamber. Optimus activated the cleaning drones and waited until he could be seatted. Prime punched a button on the wall and a pile of datapads was brought to his desk. He gazed at them with one optic, not even concentrating enough to read the headlines.

‘May I come in,’ said a voice at the door after a short nock.
‘Yes, yes, come forward,’ replied Optimus after he had seen who it was.
‘Can I offer you a cup of oil or energon Orion Pax?’ Offered Optimus.

Orion waved the offer away and took a seat on one of the dusty chairs. He waited a moment until Prime had covered the datapads. He choosed his words carefully.

‘It seems to me you’ve got some problems with your position Optimus.’ The Autobot leader glanced at him with fatigued eyes.
‘I’m not ready Orion, I havn’t even started a course in the Academy.’
‘One shall not be ready if he has completed the Academy. One shall only be ready if his spark accepts the task at hand.’ Optimus smirked.
‘Then my spark hasn’t accepted a lot, I’m not worthy to be a Prime Orion, my spark is filled with hatred. It only desires vengeance.’
‘That’s completly understandable, so why didn’t you accept Quicksilver’s proposition?’

Optimus covered his face in his hands, Orion waited politly until Prime had come up with an answer. The young Autobot Leader really was exhausted from the past six days. He thrusted some air out of his systems and sighed.

‘I don’t know Orion Pax, I really wanted to.’
‘But..’, continued Orion.
‘I couldn’t, I’m supposed to be objective, I have to maintain the society’s well being.’ Optimus looked down in shame.

Orion stood up and walked round the desk. He layed his hands onto Optimus’ shoulders and bend over.

‘Maybe your sentiments do count Optimus, maybe they are the well-being of the society. Think about that.’ Orion left the room but stopped and turned his head once more at the door.
‘You wouldn’t be the first Prime that led Cybertron by what his spark tells him to do.’ He left and the sound of his footsteps kept echoing in the hallway.

Optimus stood up and walked to the window that was filthy as can be. He called for his guard and told him to bring Quicksilver. He was ready to punish him. The guard nodded and left with the sound of a closing door following him. It didn’t took long before Quicksilver entered but Prime had got some time to work away some datapads about new law propositions.

‘You know why you’re here.’
‘Yes, you want to listen to my idea again.’

Optimus growled and signed for Quicksilver to sit down. He realized that he had to be hard now, the Council Member could not make any illusions if Optimus wanted peace to reign on Cybertron.

‘Listen carefully Quicksilver: I don’t mind for anyone to propose his or her ideas.’
‘Then what is the problem, I know that you want it too Optimus. I know about your father.’ At that moment, something cracked inside the young Autobot.

Optimus kicked Quicksilver full in the chest and the chair tilted backwards trough the force. The Council Member smacked down hard and Optimus pushed him back down when he tried to stand up. Prime aimed his gun and his faceplate covered his mouth in a nano-click.

‘Don’t ever mention my father again.’ He grabbed Quicksilver by the troath and slammed him against the wall.
‘I wanted to give you respeit but you leave me no choice. You no longer posses the rights of a Council Member, you are dismissed of you tasks and you’re no longer allowed to set foot into this building or any other governement building ever again. If it comes to me, you’re not even allowed to enter Iacon itself!’

The guards had heared the struggle and had entered Optimus’ private chamber, their weapons aimed. They were heavely armed, energon powered weaponary on their own body and two Ion Magnum V3.5 shokblasters mounted on their shoulders. Basis equipment for Prime security.

‘Everything alright sir? We heard some noise’, asked one of the guards.

Optimus glared into Quicksilver’s optics, an unhealthy anger filled his own mind. His grasp onto the ex-Council Member’s troath tightened. Quicksilver could feel how the oil and energon couldn’t reach his head servo’s anymore. After a few clicks he stopped struggling with Optimus Prime’s unmoveable arm. The Autobot leader let loose on Quicksilver and turned to the guards.

‘Throw him out and make sur every Cybertronian knows he’s no longer welcome in a goverment building.’ The guards nodded and approached.
‘Don’t go easy on him.’

***

Now that Optimus had become the Prime he had received a ‘personal cottage’, with other words: his own palice. It was almost bigger than Autobot Academy’s main building. Optimus sat in his study room watching some datapads. Apparently the Tygrissian Council couldn’t wait for his arrival, they were already preparing an enormous media/political debate with the greatest politicals of Tygris. They only needed his permission to make some adjustments to his personal opinion.

‘I thought we lived in a democracy, apperantly we live in a ideology filled with propaganda.’ He threw away the datapad and rubbed his forehead with his indexfinger.
‘Time to make some changes.’

A knock on his door made him aware of an other advantage of being a Prime. His personal well-looking secreatry: Elita. He didn’t knew what he felt but it sure was a nice feeling.

‘Yes Elita.’
‘Red Alert, Bumblebee, Prowl and Primal are standing in the hallway, they want to pay you a visit.’ Optimus’ nodded.
‘Let them come to my private room. Postpone any other appointment.’
‘Very well.’ She left the room and Optimus kept checking her equipment for a while before he made his way to rhe chamber he mentioned.

***

‘Hey Op. My man, how are things going with the Prime bussiness?’ shouted Bumblebee jumping in a chair. Prowl smacked him on the head and kneeled for Optimus.

‘There’s no need for that Prowl, stand up.’ The Autobot did as commanded and stepped back.

Optimus walked over to the main closet in the giant room with several windows and took some cups. He filled them with energon burbon and handed them out. Soon conversations started and the main subject was Prime’s duty. How things had changed and what his big plans were for Cybertron.

‘The only thing I intend to do for now is to chae down the Decepticons and kill every one of them.’ He cracked his cup and the energon spread all over the floor.
‘I will snap their necks and crush their sparks, when I’m done, they’ll be sorry for the day they messed with me!’ His mind was filled with anger, he was shaking all over his body.

Soon Prowl and Primal stood by his side to calm him down. If Optimus couldn’t control himself his energon would burn up from heath. He was seated and he gasped for air, Prowl patted his shoulder and seated himself. Bumblebee remained silent for a moment, even he understood it was no time for jokes now. Red Alert hadn’t spoken a word the entire cenversation, well-knowing what Prime’s condition was. But after a while, he was the first to open his mouth.

‘So why did you neglected Quicksilver’s proposition. It fits your sentiments. No one would blaim you for it.’ Primal closed his eyes and wished that the medic hadn’t just said that.
‘Because of my father.’ Prime felt releaved, he had finally said what he had always wanted to shout.

He missed his father, even when he hadn’t had a soul yet, he’d always loved and respected Ex-Haust. He couldn’t forget what the Autobot had done for him. Ex-Haust had adopted him for no reason, he had tried to teach him the way to live on this planet, he had tried to give him a soul. And thanks to him he died in combat, something he had sworn not to do anymore.

‘I feel obliged to lead Cybertron the way my father would have done. He was a respected sergeant, I can’t just turn the Autobot empire into a barberian age. What will people think of the late Ex-Haust if his only son rules by a strict Anarchy and a regiment controlled by war?’ All his friends finally understood why Optimus was so focused on capturing the Decepticons on a non-fighting way.
‘I will fight for peace, even if it is the last thing I do. Maybe I want revenge, but the Autobots can’t handle that anymore. I can’t handle it anymore.’
‘It’s okay Optimus, we’re here to support you.’ Said Primal bending trough his knees to look Optimus in the eyes.
‘No! It’s not! You don’t understand! I’ve already killed my brother, I can’t loose another spark anymore.’ Prime had jumped up, his body language told everyone he was struggling with himself.
‘So, what do you want then. Peace? Or Revenge?’ Optimus looked at Red Alert, his blue optics had locked onto Prime, his eyes were tormented by this question. What did he want?

***

The visit didn’t last for long after that last question of the medic. Bumblebee and Prowl had said goodnight to Optimus and returned to their quarters at the Autobot Academy. Only Primal and Red Alert had offered to stay a little longer after Elita had said she was going home. Optimus had thanked her and said she could have the day-off tomorow, he wouldn’t be here anymore. After the meeting at the Council tomorow he would leave for Tygris, confident that tomorow he would have an agreement on all the agenda-toppics.

‘There was something I still had to tell you Optimus.’ Said Primal after a long silence.
‘That is?’ He had calmed down a bit, but the rage could still be heared in his voice.
‘The scientist have decided to send me on a mission. They want to test the Maximal technology on other planets, you can call it a recon mission.’
‘So you’re leaving?’
‘I’m affraid so. Tomorow is my last day on Cybertron. I’ll be degrated into an organic protoform again and I’ll be asigned to my own team. I’m visitting other organic planets.’
‘We won’t see you anymore then?’ Asked Red Alert who had seatted down next to Optimus with his energon cup in his hands.
‘No.’

It was silent once again. It wasn’t the right moment for Primal to leave, especially in this period. Optimus stood up and walked over to the window, it seemed to him that Cybertron looked greyer and sadder every day.

‘How come I didn’t hear of this. I thought I exclusivly said that I wanted to be informed about everything.’ Primal joinedhim and layed a bulky hand on his friend’s shoulder.
‘They’d probably think you’ve got enough on your mind already.’

Optimus sighed and turned his back to the larg city. His grip on his life was loosening. Soon he would loose control over himself. Suddenly a light on the Maximal’s arm flickered. The control panel opened and a screen popped up. The face of the head scientist appeared with lag.

‘Optimus Primal, you are requested to come and meet your team.’ The transmisson ended and Primal gazed at Optimus Prime.
‘I’m sorry pal, but I can’t ignore this.’
‘I understand.’

The Maximal leaved and Red Alert stood up, making a jesture to leave also. He walked over to Optimus and patted his shoulder. Prime answered the pat and watched Red Alert leave.

‘Wait a click!’ Shouted the young Autobot when the medic reached the door.
‘What’s the problem?’ Asked Red Alert when he turned around.
‘I want you to work on your A.P.E.X. armour again, it saved my life and it sure has some interesting abilities. I’ll contact the science department tomorow and if you want you’ll get your own team to work on the plans.’

Altough Red Alert had passion for treating injured war casualties, his optics glared from gratitude. He always had been dissappointed that his project hadn’t maid the production facilities.He knew it could save many Autobot lives. But he didn’t had the robotic engineering intellect to perfectionize his plans.

‘Thanks Optimus, you won’t regret it.’ Red Alert left and Prime convinced himself he had made a good decission. A perfectionized A.P.E.X. suit could help him face the origins of all his problems, IF that day should come.

He stepped to the windows again andlooked at the stars. The shined brightly and gave him a little bit of hope.

‘I don’t know where you are father, but I just know you’re happy.’ A star flickered for a moment to fade away just moments after.
‘Oh Primus, what plans do you have with me?’

coming up next,




chapter 12
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Now my two month vacation from school is coming up I won't be writing much anymore... It breaks my heart saying this (very metaphorical)

SO here's chapter 12:

Chapter 12: You’re kidding me

It was early in the morning at Iacon, but the city nor Cybertron never went dormant anyways. But this day seemed particularly special; the docking bays were crowded with Autobots. Everyone was looking at one point; the Axalon, an interstellar spaceship marked with the Maximal insignia. It was a great grey vessel, larger than any interstellar ship ever known in Cybertronian history. It had a spits noise with solar panels at the sides, it almost looked like the ship had a beard, and four ion-energon engines at the back. Four wings were attached to the backside compartment, which was the biggest room of them all, it contained two-hundred pods with Maximal protoforms in them. The stairway to the cockpit had been lowered down so the crew could enter their ship. Optimus Prime stood at the stairway to greet the brave volunteers.

‘It’s a great day for you Optimus Primal.’ Said the Autobot leader to his descendant trying not to think about his speech at the Council he still had to prepare.
‘You don’t have to be so stiff Optimus; it’s only a testing flight. The actual mission starts next week.’ Primal tried to continue but a little protoform bumped him in the back.

Primal turned around fiercely and smacked the protoform in the head. The Maximal leader cursed a bit so his crew member would look out a bit better in the future. The little protoform excused himself and started to laugh when he bumped into another protoform who was as tall as Primal but very slim.

‘Sorry, he’s my head scientist. I think he has some loose bolts in his head.’ Optimus Prime laughed a bit until a bulkier protoform joined the two friends.
‘Sorry boss, but that little brat is messing up my equipment, Can I kick him off the ship or at least give him an ass-whooping?’ Primal looked at his medic and communication specialist and sighed.
‘Sorry Prime, but I’ve got some problems with the little guy. He doesn’t seem to understand when to stop. I already ordered him last night to dispose the energon wastes of the engines and he still looks like he has an energon overdose.’

The Two Maximals entered the ship and the stairway closed, every one applauded when the ship took off with a loud rumbling of the engines’ first ignition. Optimus kept looking until the ship had disappeared trough the Giant Hole. When he turned around to start his trip to Tygris he was surprised to see who was waiting for him.

‘Are you alright sir?’ Asked Elita with a worried look on her face, she definitely wouldn’t take a simple “yes” for granted.
‘I’m fine, just a little stressed’, Optimus tried to step round her but Elita was stronger and more agile then she appeared.
‘Look Optimus, I’m a fembot. I’m maybe just as old as you are, but we fems are more mature than yoù boys. We know when there’s something wrong.’ Her gaze said more than enough, Optimus wouldn’t get out of this without some scars.
‘I thought I had given you a day off.’
‘Hold on mister’, she laid a hand on Optimus’ chest plate, ‘don’t you change subject on me!’ It looked like her optics burned right trough Optimus’ soul.
‘It’s getting late, Jazz’ll be waiting for me with my transport for the Tygrissian Council.’

Optimus gently pushed her aside and transformed into his truck-mode. He sped down the High-way right towards the Iacon Council. But Elita wouldn’t let this opportunity to get to know her boss better slip. She started to transform whilst running. Her limbs shifted and changed orientation, her head disappeared in the moving parts and soon she was a pink hovercraft. She ignited her boosters and she jumped over the sidewalls of the road. Elita landed just next to Prime who was a bit startled.

‘You really aren’t a quitter aren’t you?’
‘Not really.’

Whilst talking they drove back to the Council where Jazz was already furious of their late arrival. It was always the same with those leaders, never on time but they’d always blame someone else.

***

Back at the Autobot Academy it was an easy-going day for the students. After the Prime War at the Metal Sea no one had to attend at classes because most of the students had lost precious friends and family members. There weren’t any professors and hardly any students. The long corridors and hallways were empty, even the training fields were deserted. The most sad part of all, the proud Autobot flag, which always hanged at the main gate of the Academy, was covered up and stashed away in a closet. This day, a black flag decorated the ivory white wall, a colour of deep sorrow.

Prowl laid on his bunk, thinking of what had happened the past few days. When he had signed up for this education, he hadn’t expected to do these things. On the wall to the left of him hung a giant data pad showing the late Ultra Magnus, his hero. Magnus once was a great warrior, schooled at this academy. But then when the war was over he couldn’t forget the harm that had been done, so he joined the Elite Iacon Defence Guard, short: E.I.D.G.
But now Ultra Magnus was no more, war had finally given him a resting place.
Prowl sighed and turned to his side, something he better hadn’t done. Bumblebee, who was stationed in the same room, was giving himself a check-up. He was refreshing his oil. But the clumsy Autobot he was, he had made a mess of his entire side of the room. His bed was completely black and Bumblebee lay on the ground, motionless.

‘Prowl, a little help please, can’t move. Servo’s are jammed.’ Prowl smacked himself on the head and opened a shelf underneath his bunk.
‘Ever considered that you need a certain amount of oil to function?’
‘I thought that rule was only adaptable for the energon levels.’ Bumblebee responded after he tried to move his arm, which failed.
‘One of these days Bee, one of these days.’

***

The Metal Sea was severely harmed, once it was a beautiful place on Cybertron. But now a never disappearing dust cloud had taken away the beauty of it all. That wasn’t even enough, a piece of The Giant Roof had fallen down and destroyed a great part of this natural beauty. Beneath it laid a cemetery of Decepticon Death Gliders. Trough the thickness of the Giant Roof plate, no signal could ever reach the surface. So any survivors would stand no chance of being rescued. Although nobody believed there were any survivors, somewhere in one of the Gliders, which had crashed trough The Metal Sea, a piece of rubble was pushed out of the way. A white coloured hand, carved and leaking energon, tried to find a steady grip to pull itself up. A bulky Autobot managed to dig himself up and carried another, smaller Autobot. Ultra Magnus was puffing and small clouds of steam exited his body at several places. Ironhide was clearly in a worse shape than his boss; he was leaking energon out of his thorax and sparks jumped of his joints every click. A hole in his torso gave access to his spark, which was slowly fading away.

‘You need some medical attention, pronto.’ Coughed Ultra Magnus when he turned to his back.

The wall above suddenly screeched. A painful sound that almost let Magnus’ sound receptors explode. The high pitched sound stopped after a few clicks after which the ceiling suddenly started to curve in their direction. Although Ironhide’s optics were lit and he was clearly alive, he didn’t seem to notice the threat.

‘Ironhide we have to go, can you move?’ Asked Ultra Magnus, but there was no response.
‘Ironhide’, he rolled over and touched his soldier, the Autobot’s optics shaded.
‘No. No! I won’t let you die!’ Ultra Magnus combined all of his strength and stood up.

He ripped of Ironhide’s main armour and saw that the spark was still pulsating, but weakly. Ultra Magnus opened a compartment on his side and extracted two wires, he inserted it in the soldier’s spark control chamber and send small pulses of his own energy to Ironhide. The spark shone brighter every pulse but soon it stopped growing stronger. He must have internal injuries, the power would keep slipping away. Ultra Magnus stopped tapping power into his soldier just in time, his HUD flickered for a moment.

‘Bloody Primus, I can’t help him here and I can’t send a message, my communicator is broken.’ Ultra Magnus looked around and saw a small exit at the other end of the room.

He lifted Ironhide and started to walk. The Elite commander had to watch his step, there was rubble everywhere and it easily slipped away. Ultra Magnus wasn’t walking anymore, it was either some kind of sliding. Slide step by slide step he managed to reach the other end of the room before the ceiling cracked and tons of metal debris fell trough. After catching some breath Ultra Magnus continues his search to find a way out in the long, dark hallways of the Death Glider. The walk continues for mega clicks until Ironhide catches conscientiousness again. Ultra Magnus easily laid him down on the ground and sits next to him.

‘Are you al right Ironhide?’ Ultra Magnus checked the soldier’s spark pulse, it was low.
‘I’ve felt better’, Ironhide joked.

Ironhide tried to orientate himself, but he had no clue were they were. He asked his boss but he didn’t respond, a carving sound, a bit further down the hallway, had pulled his attention. It was too dark to distinguish something so far away, but the sound of closing footsteps were to clear to be argued about. When the body should appear visible, the sounds stopped and made place for a deep, vicious roar. Ultra Magnus pushed himself up from the wall and covered Ironhide.

‘Stay back soldier, you’re not strong enough to fight.’ Ironhide gasped when he tried to look next to Ultra Magnus’ legs.
‘I can’t see, can you pick up a signal?’
‘Yes, you won’t be too happy.’ Said Ultra Magnus, it was a Decepticon signal he had sensed.

Ultra Magnus prepared himself to fight, he shifted his weight to his front leg. He would do anything to protect Ironhide. He focused on the end of the hallway, preparing for everything. But the Decepticon didn’t appear. Ultra Magnus scanned the area for more activity, it was after all a Decepticon battleship. They could know secret passageways he didn’t know off. His radar picked up a Decepticon sign next to him, in the wall.

‘Ironhide, move away from the wall.’ Ultra Magnus whispered.

But it was too late, a giant claw crashed trough the wall and lunged for Ironhide. Ultra Magnus jumped forward and tackled Ironhide out of the way. The claw landed and buried itself deep into Magnus’ armour. He cried from pain, energon spout out off the wounds on his back. The Decepticon wasn’t finished yet, he pulled Ultra Magnus trough the wall. It was a giant dark room, no lights were lit, only the sparking head from the Decepticon.

‘Sixshot, I thought we killed you!’ yelled Ultra Magnus whilst struggling with his enemy.

The Decepticon’s face was torn apart, only one eye remained, but that didn’t matter; his manipulated system had finally fallen apart. All his alt-modes had merged together in one disgusting robot mode. Two living animal heads were stuck on the shoulders and a giant pistol mounted at his torso. Sixshot growled, he couldn’t get a good grip on the Autobot. He couldn’t even think straight anymore, all his animal senses were scrambling his sensors and processors.

‘Hardly’, the malfunctioning Decepticon answered.

Ultra Magnus kicked the Decepticon between the legs, but it didn’t help. Its sensors didn’t work anymore. Sixshot was getting enough of the resistance and raised his claw, but he hadn’t noticed Ironhide presence, he had crawled inside the chamber.

‘Bunch of dogs fighting for a stick’, Sixshot raised his head and his fierce eyes were filled with fear, ‘I grab the bone and kill the pups.’ Ironhide fired his rocket launcher right into the Decepticon’s spark area.

The rocket drove Sixshot away from Ultra Magnus right into a wall before it exploded. Debris and dust covered the entire room; a warm wind entered the chamber trough the hole of the explosion. There was no trace of Sixshot left, only a bit of energon on the floor that was slowly burning up. Ultra Magnus stood up and checked the hole. He saw a whole new world unfolding before his eyes. His optics adjusted to the darkness and he saw an abyss of tunnels and caves covered in a rusty metal and there were ancient Transformers bodies everywhere. Ultra Magnus couldn’t resist being overpowered.

‘Ironhide, you have to see this. It’s amazing!’ There was no response.
‘Ironhide?’ The Elite commander turned around and saw the lifeless body of his soldier.

He sped towards his friend and tilted him. He yelled his name a few times but there was still no response. Magnus checked the vitals and energy levels and came to a shocking conclusion: that last attack had been too much for Ironhide and a thick layer of dust had scrambled all of his systems, the energon fluid and electricity couldn’t get a clear path to his spark. Ultra Magnus saw only one solution, enter the underground abyss and find a way out.

***

Tygris was the second largest city on Cybertron and the most important in energon production. Also the most valuable Council members lived in this city. It was an essential visit for Optimus and his introduction as the new Prime. Optimus Prime, Jazz and Elita were travelling in a heavily armoured limousine, they had already passed the outskirts of the city and had almost reached the centre of Tygris were the Council was located. Optimus was looking out of the car window, observing the life in this city. Because it was an energon mining city, there were a lot of Omnicon Autobots, miners. Almost everybody was covered in a black-blue substance and were carrying some sort of pickaxe. Optimus turned his head to see Jazz looking into some data pads with a disapproving look.

‘It looks like they don’t know you are a Prime, Optimus.’
‘What seems to be the problem Jazz?’
‘They want you to spread some of their ideologies and to approve them!’ Elita sighed, for tempered lady she could outstandingly control her anger.
‘I’m going to approve what I think is right, tell them that.’
‘They’re not going to like that boss. But if you want to show that you are the leader, it’s the right thing to do.’

Elita smiled at him, she was proud. After her private chat with him on the highway she had learned that Optimus only wanted what was best for his surroundings. But, even if he had this priority, he didn’t want the job. He had to fulfil something else, something honourable he didn’t want to tell her. And trough that saying, Elita knew that Optimus was the most pure and honest Autobot she knew. Optimus and Jazz kept talking about certain decisions and inquiries. The vehicle came to a stop and the door opened.

‘Please follow the guards to your chambers Optimus Prime, the drones will take care of your administrations and luggage.’ Said an Autobot porter.
‘Thank you.’ Jazz answered grabbing his data pads together.

***

‘You’ve got to be kidding me!’ Yelled Bumblebee
‘What is cracking you up this time Bee?’ Said Prowl flipping his head round the corner.

They were making a journey trough the Academy to make the time pass away. It was a big school but only one thing seemed to interest the young Bumblebee: the Headmaster’s room. The yellow coloured Autobot was standing at the main table watching a panel engraved in the desk. It was flickering red.

‘Check it out Prowl, there is an earthquake at the Metal Sea. And the epicentre is in the middle of the fallen roof plate.’ Bumblebee jumped up and down whilst laughing like he never laughed before.
‘You know how fun an earthquake is, I wish I was there to drive make some loops man, those would be tight!’ Prowl’s gaze turned from annoyed too irritated in a nano-click.

He jumped over the desk and pulled Bumblebee away from the panel after which he gave it a closer look. He typed in some orders and downloaded the coordinates to his databanks.

‘Fool, earthquakes don’t happen on Cybertron, we don’t have an organic planet with moving earth plates. Ever touched the ground outside and wondered what substance it is!’ yelled Prowl in Bumblebee’s vocal-receivers.

Bumblebee thought for a minute and concluded that what Prowl said sounded logic. But he was too slow to say he understood because Prowl had already left the room yelling something that sounded like:
‘An epicentre means only one thing: explosions, which means, fighting survivors!’

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Chapter 13: The Deception in Decepticon

A thick, greyish-black cloud left a trail in the young night. It originated from deep in space, from some debris in the outer asteroid belt, to be stopped somewhere in the waist lands of Cybertron. It could've been a comet, but it wouldn't have a smoke trail but a white-blue tail of melting ice. The crash site of the outer stellar object was to be found near the Decepticon hide-out, two guards who had been on duty decided to investigate the happening. they closed in on the target with their weapons raised and visors ready. As soon as they reached the edge of the crash hole, a green light broke trough through the dust cloud that covered the center. A faint metal to metal screeching originated from deep within the crater and it didn't took long before a being, tormented, black from ashes and fire, crawled up from beneath. it was clearly a Transformer. The two guards' visors detected a spark within the torso of the being, it had a lower temperature than the body.

'Designation?' Asked one of the guards when he could not see a faction symbol.

The being didn't answer, only a silent whisper left his vocal processor.

'Designation!' Asked the guard again harder than first, aiming his gun.
'Sho... ave...', was the only thing the being could say, raising its arm in a begging way.
'Designation!' It wasn't a question anymore.
'Shockwave', whispered the being at first.
'Shockwave!' Its green optic flared up and was clearly visible through the dust cloud. It spread its arms like it was receiving a gift.

The two Decepticon guards, armed to the tooth, quickly stepped a few steps back and gazed at each other. The creature was going to launch a shockwave on them! They instantly kneeled and aimed their weapons, aiming for the weak-spots: knee jolts, head, neck, torso and feet. They opened fire and the green optic dimmed when the body fell.

***

The darkness lasted long, but he could hear voices at the edge of the never ending black void, vaguely but growing clearer and vaster ever nano-click. What first sounded as an annoying buzz now sounded like the Cybertronian language. Aside from his hearing his internal systems weren't working either. His servos and joints were blocked. He had been made immovable. Suddenly his optic started to work again and a filter covered his sight. Everything was blurry, he adjusted the values of several meters and programs and he could finally see properly. Two robotic life forms were standing next to him. He was glad he hadn't used his night vision or else they would've noticed his waking. He scanned the beings and noticed they existed out of the same elements as he did. A carbon based life form with robotic features. He scanned his own body and used the info he had received from his 'visitors' to fix his audio receivers.

'...dead?' Asked one of the Decepticons, the symbol on their chest seemed to be a faction insignia, next to him.
'Not yet, the guards only activated his stasis lock, I haven't had the chance to push the kill switch.
'You've had plenty of chances. As far as I know you're task was to extract information and get rid of the body!' The colleague nodded to this remark.
'And like you said, his processor is almost completely gone through that headshot earlier on. I suppose there wasn't much information left to extract.' The other nodded again but he grabbed some data pads.

Shockwave, as he remembered was his name - it was the only thing he remembered - couldn't see were the Decepticon got those pads because his neck was restrained. The only thing he could see was the grey sealing. His survival instinct said that this was bad, it placed himself in a strategically disadvantage.

'I know but I found something interesting, something else than information.' Began the other Transformer, he pushed a button on the data pad and he gave it to his colleague.
'He transmits no signal, no faction signal, no radio-active presence and no radio-signal. So I was so free to investigate.' While he rubbed his forehead he continued: 'I saw some future in it for signal suppressing technology. Could come in handy when we need to infiltrate the Autobot encampment.'

The Decepticon turned around to grab a device, Shockwave's visor discovered that it was the kill-switch. The biggest Decepticon, who was studying the data pads looked up and commanded to wait. He fast read some frames on the data pad and gazed at Shockwave.

'You said he has no brain, or something that's big enough to have a moral opinion? That he transmits no faction signal whatsoever?' The Decepticon had a deep grin on his face, he was thinking of the possibilities.
'Just as I said, can I push the kill switch now, we can use him for spare parts? I'm wasting my time here Soundwave.'

Apparently, Soundwave was the name of the one who was holding the data pads. The Decepticon quickly threw away the data pads, grabbed his companion, raised him as high as possible and gave him a threatening glare.

'I thought you were smarter Thundercracker, haven't you read the data pads? Your examination shows a significant high level of science knowledge. His memory banks show a lot of weapon prototypes that goes above our understanding. You say he has no mind and no signal, don't you see we've got a slave on our hands that will do anything for nothing and he has a wide consciousness of technology? We can use him to annihilate the Autobots, if we give him the materials he needs he will be an unstoppable force that listens to no one else but us.' Soundwave let loose on Thundercracker and the Decepticon fell to the ground injuring his left shoulder.

Shockwave suddenly felt a shock raging through his body. It was true, he had no memory of his past life, only some files about weaponry and science knowledge. But there was nothing wrong with his vocabulary, he understood the words: 'slave', 'kill switch', 'spare parts' and 'annihilate'. And as far as he could read his own processor, there was nothing wrong with his moral judgment. He didn't want to be enslaved by anyone. But what could he do? He didn't understand how to use his body, and in his current condition he could not take on the both of them. He thought for a while and considered that he actually could use this opportunity to learn about the civilization here and to find a way out. If he had to, he didn't mind to ply a mindless slave for a few weeks or months. He activated his night vision so his optic would flare when Soundwave and Thundercracker were continuing their dispute.

'... and it seems to me that you have already taken some spare parts, what happened to ho his right hand?' Soundwave shot his mouth when he noticed Shockwave's optic.
'Where is Shockwave?' He said adding some green flashes to every word so he would look like a brain dead Decepticon.
Soundwave came closer and started his manipulative techniques on the new found slave thinking: Let's see how useful this 'drone' really is, Soundwave's superior!

***

The night was coming to its end, but it remained dark on Cybertron, like always. There was a star nearby, strong enough to bestow its light and warmth on Cybertron, but because of the Giant Roof, the light didn't reach the surface. Shockwave stood outside, his conversation with Soundwave had been most interesting. He seemed to be a high ranked officer in the hierarchy of the Decepticons. Thundercracker was just a mere scientist and air an assault warrior when needed. But what pleased him the most was that Soundwave had an unstoppable hunger for power, this might come to use someday. But for now he had to follow his orders: find a way into Tygris Pax unseen, find Optimus Prime and bring him here, dead or alive. Soundwave had uploaded some info on this Prime, he was dangerous. One of the finest combat skills, perfect aim and in possession of The Matrix of Leadership. Whatever that would be.
A sudden shock went through his right arm, he tried to curve his finger but realized that he had no right hand anymore.

'Those cursed phantom pains!' Thundercracker had offered to install a laser guided plasma beam rifle onto the remaining stump.

Shockwave had refused, acting very dumb and not understanding, but Thundercracker had given him anyway if he might change his mind. Shockwave patted the stump and sighed, a chest compartment opened and he grabbed the rifle. His internal systems installed the weapon and programmed it. He aimed and was satisfied. Now he had to think of a plan. he didn't knew much of Tygris Pax but that wouldn't be a problem. As soon as he could find a databank somewhere in the palace he could download as many information as he needed. Suddenly the antennas on his head started to move in every direction, they've picked up a sound coming from behind him. Shockwave adjusted the frequency of the antennas and could listen to the conversation that he had heard.

'...pick on the new guy and since he doesn't have a whole brain, he won't tell or fight back.' The voice seemed familiar.
'Good idea, it has been way too long since I've kicked some ass.' Now Shockwave new for sure, it were the guards that had shot him, time for some payback.

Shockwave reseated on the rock he was sitting on and activated his night vision to complete the picture. The two guards rounded the Decepticon citadel and grinned when they saw him. The one who had spoken first - the one who had come up with the idea to tease him - was a tall Decepticon, his entire armor was painted black. The only other color was that from his insignia, a purple symbol in the shape of a face. he was rather bulkier than Shockwave himself and was heavily armed. The other one was small and agile, he was the total opposite of his colleague, a silver-white Decepticon with a couple of weapons.

'Hey you', a laugh from the smaller guardian made the rest of the sentence unclear.
'We want to talk to you!' yelled the tallest so he would be heard above the irritating laugh.

Shockwave smiled, but they could not see it: Shockwave had no mouth. His optic flashed green a few times in response to the two guardians. They've came closer until they were a few feet away from Shockwave. Suddenly the smallest one smiled and punched him full on the cheek. Shockwave dropped onto the ground. When Shockwave tried to push himself up the larger Decepticon pushed him back down with his giant foot. The two guardians laughed hysterically, they were enjoying their superior role. Shockwave had had quite enough right now, the slap in his face was already pushing the limit. He knew what to do, thanks to his short time alone outside he had learned how to use his body and alt-mode, which seemed to be some sort of jet. Shockwave activated his thrusters which were located on his back and a blowtorch burned the foot of the tall guardian. He pulled back his leg immediately and used very colored language.

'I'll pay you fo...', was all he could say.

Shockwave jumped, grabbed the guardians head with his remaining hand and drove it down towards the ground. The metal casing around the head cracked when it made contact. Energon was being spilled all over the floor. The smaller Decepticon was shocked and decided that running was a better plan, so he ran. Shockwave knew that his body type wasn't made for running: a wide torso and heavy limbs. So he decided to try out his new gun; he raised his arm and aimed for the head of his former attacker. It didn't took long before he had a lock-on and he didn't even think about hesitating; he shot and the guardian fell down.

'Don't be misled by my one optic, I won't miss if I have to shoot.' He was speaking to deaf man's ears, he knew it but was just amusing himself.

***

'Who am I?' A question frequently asked by anyone in the universe. Something we all want to know, but who are we then? Most of the people know who they are, they still got their memory and friends then can ask if they don't find the answer. But then there was Shockwave, no memory, no friends, who was he? It tormented him, the only thing he knew was that he was intelligent and had combat skills. Shockwave looked up, questioning himself. Since he had woken up no-one had come looking for him, did that suggest that he was no Decepticon but an Autobot? It would make perfect sense: no faction symbol and the guards who had seen every Decepticon by now hadn't recognized him. But they maybe didn't recognize him because he wasn't important and that's maybe why they attacked him. That was for certain, he wasn't an important figure, even Soundwave didn't knew who he was. Something came to his mind, they were no records found of his existing, so he wasn't a Decepticon for sure. Then what was he doing here? Was he an Autobot on a espionage mission? That would explain the fact that he carried no symbol or even had a faction signal. He thought back to the guards, the battle and his final shot, suddenly the shot made his processor go high-wire and his system collapsed together with Shockwave. He fell to the ground seeing a completely different life.
He was in space, space debris flying around him, he had a hard time evading the rocks. But then he saw something else: a white figure between the debris. It was saying something.
'Killing you!' The being fired and Shockwave got hit.
With the shot, his vision became blurry and it was halved. His attacker didn't stop after the shot, he unleashed a giant sword and approached. Shockwave activated his own weaponry and fired back but missed. The being said something again but Shockwave couldn't hear it anymore, his energon was pulsating to hard. The attacker stabbed Shockwave's gun arm and continued with the spark chamber. Shockwave's body didn't react anymore to his commands. He fell down in space, when he crashed into an asteroid he saw the being transform and fly away.
The last thing Shockwave could see before his normal vision returned were to red six red eyes focusing on him. His body shocked like a human being gasping for air. he pushed himself up.

'Was this my past? Did I rise from the death?' Shockwave started to walk, not knowing if this was a memory or a vision.

He kept over thinking what he had seen. The gates of Tygris Pax weren't that far anymore so he had plenty of time to find an answer.

'You'd better be worth it Optimus Prime because I want some answers.'



For the ones who still remember chapter 8: battle of brothers will understand the memory of Shockwave(just saying this because chap. 8 has been a wile since everyone has read it). Hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter 14: A spark never fades

The Metal Sea, a vast emptiness, from either side there seemed to be no end. After the recent war, the feeling that was associated with this area had only darkened. The entire area was covered with both Autobot and Decepticon casualties. And the biggest part had already been buried underneath a plate of the Great Roof. Somewhere between the bodies laid the slaughtered Megatron. Dead and empty, Optimus had extracted his spark to make sure he wouldn't live ever again.
A strong wind caught up and spread dust among the battlefield. Energy shards left a central point in the air and in a nano-click a black hole - Transformer sized - opened itself and dark matter spat out. The Fallen stepped out the hole onto the Metal Sea. With his exit the portal closed with an even larger outburst of energy. Any other Transformer would have been smacked down by the blast, but the Fallen wasn't a normal Cybertronian. He placed a perimeter of mines and start searching Megatron's body. He cleared some debris away with his feet and finally found what he was looking for. He saw the lifeless body, he growled and walked around the empty vessel.

'And you were supposed to be the glorious leader of the Decepticons? Worthless!' He spits out energon witch left a dark stain on the metal plates.
'Murdered by a piece of trash! No sense of strategy!' The Fallen kicked away some garbage that was laying around.
'Not even worthy to carry the insignia!' The Fallen drove his hand into Megatron's chassis and ripped off the Decepticon symbol.
'You are an embarrassment!'

A little light appeared in Megatron's optics, there seemed to be a tiny bit of energon left in his spark. Now an even brighter light cleared the shades in his eyes. In a sudden last expat of energy Megatron resurrected to say one last thing.

'Say that again coward, you should fear the dark in my eyes...' the spark faded.

The Fallen -whom had already turned around to open a wormhole so he could leave disappointed - turned around with a smile on his face. He walks back and grabs hold of the dying Megatron. The fire on the ancient Decepticon intensified and sent a wave of electricity trough The Fallen's body and it jumped over to Megatron. The metal alloy shifted and melted into a new molecule type. It was harder and stronger than before. It had a deep purple glance that reflected the darkness instead of light. The Fallen softened his grip and gently dropped Megatron. The place where his fingers had been was now covered with a black burn mark in the shape of the Decepticon insignia.

'Feel the power of Unicron, he who gives to the worthy. Obey him, Galvatron, he who lives without a spark.'

***

The peacefulness of the large universe was stirred by a shockwave. The wave continued 'till far after several galaxies. The shock was so powerful certain planets were forced into a new orbit, which could be disastrous for the life of those planets or any nearby planet. The wave ebbed away and the endless universe turned peaceful and silent again. Nothing gave any proof about the existence of the shockwave. But suddenly a movement in the epicenter of the wave predicted a new explosion. The shock didn't wait to emerge and cause more harm. Soon more and more waves started to follow up on each other. Every time the intervals became shorter and shorter. The consequences for the already harmed planets were enormous. Two huge celestial gas giants crashed into each other causing a supernova. The heat of the exploding planets caused the beings in the epicentre of the waves to emerge from their inter dimensional state which launched another wave of power. That shockwave moved a star into a collision course with a smaller planet containing a wide variety of wildlife. The white figure with blue eyes turned around to see what was happening. he quickly raised his hand and a green shine surrounded it, the star and the planet stopped moving and went back to their original position. The creature turned around to the crushed gas giants and cramped together. The green glow now surrounded its entire body. The supernova returned and the planets reemerged from the other side of life: death.

'Look what you've done. Everywhere you come you spread death and destruction!' Yelled Vector Prime at his enemy.
'If you hadn't countered me, this wouldn't have happened brother.' Answered the Fallen softly.
'I had to face you to stop this massacre!'
'This is pointless brother, when my master arrives all life will end.'
Vector prime raised his blue sword at the Fallen's throat, 'You're not my brother!'
'So we're going to fight?' The Fallen unhooked his arms and the fire around him started to burn even harder.
'I'll use my punishment against you!'

The black figure surrounded by flames trusted forwards to meet the sword of the ancient prime. Vector's knightly armor wasn't just for the show. His combat moves resembled that of the strongest and most elegant of knights. It was like he was dancing with his enemy, gliding from position into position. The Fallen, whose combat maneuvers were strictly melee-combat, got irritated. Vector Prime's defense couldn't be broken. His anger grew and grew, but it didn't help. The harder he hit, the better vector Prime's defense got. The ancient Prime got tired of his mostly defensive combat, he turned his blade an inch and drove it upwards, the Fallen's fist flipped back and Vector hit his face with the wide side of his sword. His enemy stumbled back. The flames on the Fallen's body started to concentrate into his fists. Dark matter collided behind him and a black hole started to form itself.

'You can't beat me Vector, I'm given the power to control the universe!'
'I live outside the dimensions, I live outside time. You can't even scratch my armor even if you let space implode on me. But I won't hesitate to kill you.. Guardian Prime.' For the first time in many timelines, eons and dimensions, the true name of the Fallen was mentioned.

He once was the guardian of eternity, the protector of all. The Fallen's powers weakened for a moment, he had forgotten his name after so many lives. But his hesitation was what Vector Prime was waiting for. he charged forward and rose his sword, in a matter of seconds his time manipulative powers were activated and everything around him slowed down. It gave him the ability to hit Guardian Prime more than once in a few seconds. But his advantage began to wear off quickly, his powers weren't the same as they used to be. As soon as time followed it's normal way the Fallen could grab his opponent's sword.

'I see my virus has affected your powers brother', vector prime panted.
'You were the best of us Guardian Prime. You had the most honorable task amongst us. Why would you throw it away?' Vector tried to wrestle his sword loose.
'You don't even know what you're talking about. I had to protect the universe from every anomaly! Most honorable, then why didn't I get the respect I deserved? I wanted more! Not just to be the garbage can!' The Fallen disposed of Vector. He chopped of his head with his own sword.
'You're right, I am the best.'

***

Somewhere near Cybertron, far from the battle with the Fallen. A void in space opened itself. Vector Prime stepped through the hole and it closed itself. The first of sons panted fiercely. The amount of power he had to use to deflect the happenings on him was higher than expected. His powers were growing weaker and that could only mean one thing: thé end was nigh. Vector Prime tried to understand what was happening but by rationalizing a sudden surge of energy streamed through his body.

'How do you want to defy a God, let stand kill?'
'By neglecting its existence in time!'

The conversation ebbed away in his ears. His eyes were stir less, the power of the prophecy shocked his body. This wasn't regular, there always was a visual granted, now there only was that conversation. And the disturbing part was that he was facing the God.

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Really good chapters! Shockwave is awesome. Can't wait to read more about him.