Birth of a leader - Rewrite

Well, I was planning on updating tonight, but I won't make it. Chapter 15 is growing longer than I expected. I'll try to update this weekend, I hope I can finish it by then. Sorry for the wait

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hello all, so like I promised, an update at (the start) of the weekend.
But it's only part one of chap. 15, it's growing to big to updat e in one part acording to me
so here is chap. 15 - part 1

Chapter 15: A butterfly can cause a hurricane - part 1-

Tygris Pax, one of the most beautiful cities on Cybertron. One of the most important too, the Tygrissian Council was out most one of the most influential political instances next to Iacon. The inhabitants of Tygris weren't only proud of their city, they were led by a serious feeling of nationality and jealousy. Every Autobot, Omnibot or just a mere drone thought that Iacon didn't deserved it's pole position in the political ranks nor it's rank of Cybertronian capital.
The jealousy continued even further, they couldn't stand that the new Prime - Optimus - was chosen in Iacon and that his first appearance in politics was - again - in Iacon. Now Tygris Pax was put on the second place it was the perfect reason to boycott Optimus' arrival in Tygris. His transport utility had been the target of a nationalistic group of garbage throwers and vandals.

'Those egocentric, arrogant Tygrissians. Acting like newly build protoforms!' shouted Jazz when he got out of the transport vehicle, pointing his gun in a vague attempt of scaring any possible threats away.
'Calm down Jazz, there's nothing we can do about it.' Replied a fatigued Optimus.

He was tired of all this political actions. Jazz gave the angry Autobots a dangerous glare and refocused on his task of Prime secretary. He signed the driver to leave and brought Optimus up to speed. An entire load of information struck Prime face first. he had to know of all the interests of every Council Member in the Tygrissian Council. His hard drive was almost overloading by the end of Jazz's speech. And that wasn't even all, Prime still had to prepare his speech for the Main Council Room and he needed to download his agenda of the upcoming week in Tygris. Jazz kept on going, Prime's oil temperature kept rising. When they reached the entrance, Optimus signed Jazz to stop.

'I'll handle it from here Jazz, go check my corridor and notify the Room that I've arrived. I need some time to prepare myself.'

Jazz nodded, transformed into his sports car mode and drove off to the central room of the Council. Optimus waited until his secretary was out of sight and sighed. He could feel the pressure on his shoulders. Behind him, there was a lot of motion; a crowd was gathering. One young protoform dared to step forward. Every sound, except that from the surrounding city, died away almost immediately. Others stared at him, this was not being accepted.

'Why are you doing this?' Asked the young bot, not hiding it's anger for Optimus.
'Preparing myself for your ignorant Council!' The wave of anger left his body even sooner than he realised.
'I'm sorry.'

The protoform's gaze suddenly changed from friendly to hostile and the Autobot disappeared into the crowd. One enemy more or less, didn't really matter anymore. If he could manage to get half of the Tygrissian Council behind him, it would be a great accomplishment. From that moment, other Autobots started to shout comments about his being, Optimus entered the government building ignoring every remark. Right after the door, a great oval shaped entrance hall welcomed him. Everything was decorated with gold and white illustrations and quotes from great Cybertronians.

"I rise you fall", said by the great God Primus himself.
"Don't think smart, act smart", one of the greatest thinkers of all time.
"Our ancestors are turning round in their graves, just by seeing us act like this," said by the former Prime and king - Ultimus - making peace all over Cybertron.

Optimus stopped reading the sayings, he observed the entry hall, which seemed to be a piece of art. Seven hallways were connected to the room, all of them where filled with Autobots carrying data pads and arguing about political decisions. Above the First Hall, that led directly to The Council Chamber, hung a wide screen with the Face of Optimus Prime himself. And the most surprising part of it all was that the digital copy of Optimus was saying something.

'Dear Tygrissians, the time of war has yet to begin. But by my spark I promise that Tygris Pax shall be victorious and shall reign supreme amongst the far edges of space. We shall finally retake our position amongst the greatest of all. All for Tygris and Cybertron for us!'

Optimus couldn't believe what he was seeing, his body shook from contained anger. His optics narrowed and he turned around to face the sign-in unit. The giant desk covered one third of the entry hall. Only one 'bot sat behind, it was a small and agile drone with a pale blue tint. He was plugged into the mainframe computer until Optimus pulled out the wires.

'Remove that video or I'll personally make sure that your days as a receptionist are over!' Shouted Optimus, everybody in the hall turned around to look what was happening.
'Cannot do that, orders from Sentinel Prime are not negotiable!'
'I am Optimus Prime, my orders surpass everything!' Optimus shouted even louder.
'Malfunction! Malfunction!' Exclaimed the drone when Optimus crushed the peripheral nervous system area in its head.

Prime unclenched his hands and the drone fell lifeless on the ground. A dark green fluid spout out of the wound. Optimus took a step back and tilted his head to see the gathering crowd, everyone was astonished. The Autobot leader could guess what passed on everyone's mind.
He's a madman. Crazy as can be. Dangerous. Threat. Decepticon.
With a rush of adrenaline, he swung his body round to meet someone standing in between everyone. He started walking with a violent thread and his optics moved in every direction, looking for the one who thought that last thing. Every other sane person would probably understand that the thoughts were only illusions provoked by pressure and insomnia, but Prime wasn't sane anymore. Not after he had murdered his brother, lost his father and lost a life in his arms. Rodimus Prime, or Hot Rod, like he was named before he stepped into combat, Optimus hadn't forgot about him. This is what happens when young persons are forced to fight inexperienced. To be assigned as leader, inexperienced. Would this happen to him?
he grabbed an Autobot by the throat and raised him from the ground. The politician struggled, but Prime was led by a force that wasn't his own.

'Who dares to call me a Decepticon?' It was a rhetorical question.

It didn't matter who thought or didn't thought it. Optimus was blinded by rage and casualties would fall. His grip tightened, the Autobot grasped for air he couldn't breathe. The more Optimus felt the life slipping away, the more he enjoyed it. A beastly instinct took control of his body, a roar trembled in his spark. A white filter covered his optics and his energon density increased. It was so easy to take a life, but what prevented him from doing it? Was this moral sense? Was this what it meant to be an Autobot? His oil and energon levels turned normal again, the white filter disappeared and his grip softened. When his victim touched the floor again, the bot crawled away into the crowd. Optimus panted whilst looking at the floor covered in oil. He noticed the fluid leaked from his leg, a burst fuse. Optimus collapsed, but the politicians saw it as an attack and fled in every direction. Some got trampled in the process, others just fell, transform and continued to fled.

'What is happening to me?' Optimus pounded the floor
'Father.. I need you, why did you leave me?' If a robot could cry, Optimus would be the prove, his spark felt broken. Not the part he shared with Optimus Primal, but the other side of his spark.
'That will cause serious problems if you don't let that be checked out', said a deep and soft voice to the left of Optimus.

In his peripheral site, Prime could see a hand reaching out to help him get up. he took it and pushed himself up with the other hand whilst the friendly 'bot pulled. It was just when Optimus looked at him, that he noticed that the by passer was firmly built, the only 'strange' thing was that he had only one optic. Unless this minute thing, he had something comforting, until he pulled out a blaster instead of his hand behind his back. A simple 'war wound' was enough explanation for him.

'If you don't mind, I'll fix it for now. But you've got to go to a medic.'
'Thank you, but I've got my personal medic, but he's not here for the moment.'
'If you keep walking like this, you'll die.' The bot had something demanding in his gaze, it was almost threatening.
'Alright, fix it', said Optimus hoping he could trust the unknown person.

The person raised his weapon arm and the gun shifted slightly from form. A green light spread amongst its surface and a purple flash lit Prime's leg for a nano-click. It was warm and burned through al his metallic parts. Soon, the feeling was over and the person looked up from his work.
Optimus checked his leg and accepted the medical interference for now. At least something good this day.

'Shockwave.'
'What?'
'Shockwave, my name, Shockwave.'

***

The room was dark and dusty, no window gave any source of light. A lot of desks and stacks of data pads made a maze out of the already small chamber. A rumbling noise pulled Jazz away from his search for an important file. He gazed at the opened door and saw some outlines of a moving thing. Two blue lights at head height told him enough. The newly arrived Autobot cursed a few times after reaching Jazz's position. They were finally close enough to see a bit of detail.

'You could've used the night vision mode of your optics, Sideways.' Exclaimed Jazz after smirking at the path of destruction his friend had caused.
'I didn't want to distract you with the creepy green light.' Responded Sideways.
'If you haven't noticed it, I'm using my night vision goggles myself. The green light wouldn't have disturbed me, because I wouldn't saw it!' He laughed.

Sideways gave him an introspective gaze and nodded. A subtle click gave away his optical adaptation. The Silver-white Autobot turned his head a little and his mouth dropped a bit , he muttered something and started to clean.

'We've got drones to do that.' said Jazz not looking up from his search in the dusty pile of files and data pads.
'Like they do their job properly, slagging idle dustbins!'

Jazz smirked a little more until he found what he was looking for. He cheered and turned around, Sideways had disappeared. An abrupt noise of metal clanging and bolts flying away gave away the Autobot's position. Then Jazz could define a head and eventually the entire body of Sideways which was very thin and agile, except for his legs. They were a bit more firmly built. When he stood up, he was holding something in his left hand.

'Just what I mean', he said showing a half demolished drone.
'Piece of trash!' Sideways threw away the drone and shook his head.
'Calm down friend, no need to be angry on a lifeless thing.' Jazz put away the file in a chest compartment and walked out of the room, deactivating his night goggles.

Sideways gaze followed Jazz and it didn't take long before he joined him outside the room. It was a long curved hallway with blue neon hubs on the wall. The lights threw a curtain of blue and white upon the by passers and floor. It was an almost magical play of the surreal. Jazz slowed his pace to a comfortable tread. Sideways caught up and didn't say a word 'till after five minutes.
He raised his hand with his finger pointing to the chest compartment.

'What's...'
'An important document for Optimus Prime,' interrupted Jazz.
'What...'
'I need to fill him in about every aspect of Tygris Pax and its Council members.' Jazz interrupted again.
'You're working with Optimus Prime?' Sideways said filled with an unhealthy curiosity.
'No, I work for him, big difference.' Said Jazz laughing.
'So you kiss his exhaust pipe more than usual. Big deal, without you, he's worthless.' Exclaimed Sideways bravely.
'It's clearly that you haven't met him before, he doesn't quite need me.' The last part of his sentence disappeared in the noise of a disturbance a bit further in the main entrance hall, a crowd had gathered.

Jazz's chin dropped when he saw the familiar face and body type of his boss. Was he molesting a check-in drone?

(to be continued)

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So after recuperating from my throath infection I found some time between my homework and sports activities to write for TFW2005, but this will be a last update for a couple of weeks because I'm participating in a writings contest in Februari and it needs all my attention. I'll probably have finished my entree in December and then I'll continue again writing for this board and story, so I hope part of chapter 15 gives you enough to think about and I hope you'll forgive my lack of updates. Thank you and enjoy:

Begin part 2

'What were you thinking?' Bellowed an angry Jazz.

After the healing of Prime's leg by Shockwave, Jazz had dragged his boss in a separate room to give him some well thought remarks. Sideswipe had followed his friend to the room, but he had a hard time not to laugh. He had always thought that a Prime was a large, bulky person who had a heroic and righteous personality, and clearly someone who wouldn't be bossed around. But seeing him dragged around by his servant was too funny to be true. Now he was standing around at the back corner of the room, hiding his laughter behind his battle mask. Optimus sat on a chair in the middle of the room, like he was being interrogated. He didn't move a limb, not even a little stir. His eyes were focused on the door, like he was expecting someone or something. Jazz crosses the room faster than Bumblebee on new oil.

'And for Primus sake, who was that 'bot?' Asked Jazz on a high pitched voice.
'He fixed my leg.' Answered Optimus without any intention to continue.
'You are a Prime now, not any mere soldier son anymore! You need to know who you talk to!'
Optimus finally looked at Jazz, something had pulled his attention.
'A Prime should maintain his contact with every layer of the civilization, and don't you ever refer to my father as a mere soldier.'

So that was the problem, Optimus Prime wasn't the normal choice for this kind of position, thought Sideswipe. He maybe was an elite non-active soldier, but he had at least figured out how politics worked and even more the art of wordplay.

'Mere soldiers are the hero's of tomorrow,' exclaimed Sideswipe.

But Optimus gave him a look that asked for the reason why he had interfered. Sideswipe should've known that Optimus didn't master the technique of words yet, so his futile attempt of getting his attention was worthless. The trained Autobot warrior and politician bowed his head and left the room, closing the door gently but leaving it open a bit so he could listen.

'It's time that you retake your responsibilities and fulfil what you ought to do!'
'And let them run over me like I'm not important or a ragdoll with what they can do as they like!'
Optimus had risen from his chair, his eyes were set on rage and blood thirst.
'Welcome to politics.'

***

The Council Chamber was, just like back in Iacon, a giant oval room. A desk placed in the centre on a turning disk, so everyone would sit at the same distance. Around him were tribunes, one for each political party. They would be introduced by the flags with their symbols in the national colours. Above the tribunes small balconies were built, one for each city. A well known Council Member would take place and represent his city, and as nationalistic as they were, Tygris Pax had its own balcony. The white, silver and gold chamber was quite impressive, it was perfectly built, no single stone was put wrongly. Optimus entered through his personal entrance and walked his red carpet to his desk. Already a few politicians had arrived and were waiting for the others, Prime could hear them whisper. He was arranging his data pads and discs so he could take them immediately when necessary. He grabbed his diary and looked at the topics of that day. Optimus sighed and held his head between his hands. Economics, nothing he knew about. Cultural arrangements of Tygris Pas, nothing he knew about but he'd probably mention his disagreement with the political position of many Council Members present. Optimus adjusted his audio receivers when he heard a taping sound; After adjusting it appeared to be an Autobot walking over to him.

'Optimus Prime, how are you doing today?' Asked a familiar voice.
'Omega Pax? What are you doing here?' Questioned Optimus Prime.
'I represent Iacon this week. I hope you'll have some new interesting topics and measures today Prime, last week was surely amusing. Quite better than any other Council.'
'what are you getting at?'
'Don't let yourself be run over, I don't want you to meet the same fate as Ultimus Prime.' With that and a shoulder pat, Omega Pax left for his seat, singing a tune well known as: "Kick Con butt".

The sitting had started and from the first second a lot of noise occurred. Just like kinder garden, a lot of crying and no reason to. Optimus stood straight up behind his desk, watching every party. He was getting enough of the typical arguments and he pounded his fist on the desk.
Everyone went silent and gazed at him, telling him with their eyes to sit down and shut.

'You know what my problem is?' Optimus said out loud.
Nobody moved, except Omega Pax who bend closer to the balustrade.
'I didn't want to be a Prime, but I will do what is expected from me. So what do I do, I go to every Council sitting, I discuss problems, search solutions. I even lead this Planet. But there is one thing I really loathe.' Optimus closed his mouth and looked at every tribune.
'This idiotic behaviour of the Tygrissians', every other city relaxed a bit but was still listening.
'If you don't want another war, let stand a civil war then start acting as the second most important city of Cybertron! Iacon is the capital, and that's it.' A disturbance stirred through the Council.
'And that's why I won't be here tomorrow or the day after. Not ever again. That is until you Tygrissians have covered your problems with your minority complex and have covered that ridiculous and ugly video conversation of mine in the hallway. Like I would be pro for this shameless political warfare!' No one responded, Omega Pax smiled.

Optimus let the silence reign again before to speak again. Everyone gazed at him, thinking their own thing. Prime seated and someone in the radical Autobot Tribune stood up, pulling everyone's attention. She raised her hand and pointed at everyone whilst scraping his throat.

'I think everyone present in this room agrees that the Decepticons are still a threat.' Optimus smiled within himself.
'Last week, in Iacon, a Council member has been expelled from Iacon because of his... rudeness. Choose your words carefully.' Replied Optimus looking at her, focusing on the Autobot.
'Well, since there have been reports of remaining rebellion groups on Cybertron, I suggest we send out Elite Guards to deal with them.' A few Council members nodded but some asked about the funding.
'Well, now the Decepticons have been excluded from every level of our society. We can let every kind of money that went into their side be transferred to our needs. That would at least double our possibilities. And maybe just maybe, we could interrogate the captured Decepticons to locate the ones in outer space.'

Optimus reflected for a moment, thinking of what just had been said. It wasn't the greatest idea of the day or year, but he had to work with something. He thought some more and remembered Red Alert and his APEX project.

'Thank you Beta Pax. Your remark shall be noted and be taken into consideration with the voting for a solution. That even reminds of a project of a friend of mine. The APEX project of Red Alert, he's a good medic and has shown adequate results with his project.'
'let him stay a medic!' Shouted someone, but he soon shut up.
'Is it the same medic from the DEFENDER project? The one with the guardian suits?' Asked Omega Pax who had joined the sitting livingly now.
'I don't know of that project.' Answered Prime.
'The Red Alert of who you speak of, had first started a project called DEFENDER. It was ay before your time, during the Great Wars, he intended to built hardware that could be used to defend our cities as a one man army. But there were problems with the energy supply, every time a soldier would use the guardian suits, we would lose that warrior. So he stashed the project away, and started on the APEX, which worked promisingly. But yet again problems occurred. He ended the project too.'

Optimus thought for a moment what he was going to do now, no one would thrust the projects if problems kept appearing. But it was an essential hardware if he wanted to fight the Decepticons. If he would suggest refunding these projects, than the Council would definitely kill him even he made a scene again. Just maybe he could try to persuade them by telling his own experience with it.

'I suggest we start funding his research again, like Omega Pax said, it was promising. He just needs new material and new research data. And before you start complaining again; I have used one of his APEX prototypes, it worked until it got destroyed in battle. I'll write down my detailed report of the battle and hand it to Red Alert to analyse. We'll fund his research and let's hope we can benefit from this project in our battle against the Decepticons. Let's vote.'

A new disturbance stirred the tribunes and balconies but it sounded approving. Optimus went to his seat to follow the voting on his private monitor. Already a 60%-40% in favour. This just might be the change in politics he wanted. Suddenly Omega Pax stood up right and asked for a cancellation of that vote.

'Let's have a new vote.'
'Of what?' Asked a Council Member of the Religious party.
'About refunding the APEX as the DEFENDER Projects, if I may believe what Prime is saying, he's declaring or at least preparing a war.' Omega Pax' glare darkened as he bend his head, looking at Optimus who didn't move an inch.

***

The tunnels underneath Iacon and the Metal Sea were long and old. certainly big enough for a City Type War 'bot. Although there weren't any lanterns or glow boxes, the tunnels gloomed in a strange light that originated from the carved-out walls themselves. Deep scratches and holes appeared to be some sort of markings and sketches of happenings after a thorough examination, but Ultra Magnus didn't had any time to inspect them closely. he was carrying a dying soldier, a friend. The entire time he had been talking to Ironhide, hoping he would respond, or at least listen so he wouldn't die. The spark, inside the open wound, had finally weaved a protective cocoon of hardened energon. Stasis Lock, a protective state of mind and body to protect every vital program and hardware. It was thicker than diamantes and reflected the light even more than an onyx. It was roughly edged, but effective. The Elite Guard Commander stopped for a rest and gently laid Ironhide down next to the wall. He seemed so peaceful. Ultra Magnus coughed stroked some oil from his chin. He scanned the area once more. Nothing to be worried about. These walls were solid and holding Cybertron for ages, so they would hold a little longer too. But something else was bugging his mind: Sixshot. Since their last encounter Magnus wouldn't want to believe he was dead already.
A bit further lied a body, an ancient Transformer. It was slightly bigger than Ultra Magnus and very rusty. It contained very old hardware, the Elite Guard didn't even dare to date the software, probably very outclassed by now. No faction insignia, so the body probably dated from before the Great Transformation by Primus where the difference between Autobots and Decepticons were made. The Autobots would have been the consuming, leading and political intelligent beings whilst the Decepticons should have been the military bots, production and manufacturing bots and the great guardians of Cybertron. What went wrong? It went perfectly until the Decepticons needed their own political system. Ultra Magnus sighed and checked the body some more. It was very old armour, but very agile and even more remarkable, it was made of gold! The Autobot didn't discover any sign of an alt-mode or weapon system, until he accidently touched a side panel on the dead Cybertronian's leg. It popped open and a gun fell out. Ultra Magnus examined it and stacked it back away.

'There's no need for me to carry old waist.' He said hoping Ironhide would stop him with his interest in all sorts of guns.

There wasn't any response. Ultra Magnus quickly scanned for the energon tanked and ripped it out.

'I'm sorry, you don't need it any more I guess.' He heated the fossilized energon and poured it into Ironhide's reserves, then a little in his own. The layer of thickened energon renewed itself. Now Ultra Magnus' had some new energy it was time to continue his search for an exist. He transformed in his carrier tank, with the gun mounted backwards so Ironhide would lie steady, and drove off. If his calculations were correct then this downward hill would reach his lowest point soon and it would start ascending. But Ultra Magnus soon came to an abrupt stop and transformed. He was standing in front of a giant castle. Statues were carved out of the old metal walls and very rare gargoyles mounted on the towers. It was pre-pre-Great Transformation art, according to The Elite Guard Commander's scans. He forgot for a moment that he was rescuing Ironhide, but this was far out the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The gate itself was made of gold, silver, ember and a lot more stones than he could indentify. On top of the impersonating castle, a sign was graved. It looked like a name. Ultra Magnus walked in closer and placed Ironhide in a nearby cave for protection. Ultra Magnus walked over, touching the foreign stones. It was strange, he was used to metal, iron, diamantes, ember and dirt. But this was rather strange and otherworldly. The castle was at least twice as big as Iacon, and that could count. It sure was a vestment that gave shelter to an important being of that time.

'Incredible, so old and still intact.'

Ultra Magnus was soon pulled out of his admiring trance by a deep and bloody roar. He turned his head a little to meet Sixshot's hungry gaze. He was standing at the end of tunnel next above the way Ultra Magnus came in with Ironhide. Half of his external face was missing and energon leaked out a tube where his mouth should have been. The eyes were set on death and oblivion. An orange glow filled the optics like an acid fluid would fill a bathtub. His wolf-mode claws had left markings on the wall where he had dragged them. Sixshot couldn't be called a Decepticon anymore, not even a Transformer. He was a mere vicious animal with a graving for massacre. Ultra Magnus stepped back and uncovered his battle hammer when he saw that his enemy bend through his knees to perform a jump. The ferocious beast left its hiding place and lunged in mid-air to be stopped be a stronger force behind him. The ancient dead Cybertronian from before was holding Sixshot's tail. he pulled him back, trusted his knee upwards and sent the bewildered Decepticon up in the air. The gold robot flared up even more in the light when it jumped over on his other leg to kick Sixshot in the side. The mental disordered beast flew, through the tunnel where Ultra Magnus came from, and the risen warrior, moving in one fluent action, land on his other foot again and grabbed his gun out of his leg compartment. he hadn't turned his head to aim but still he pulled the trigger faster than any eye could see. Golden laser bullets left the smoking barrel and flew in a straight line towards Sixshot's chest. Every single one landed before the beast had touched the ground. The Cybertronian covered his gun and turned his head to see the torn apart Decepticon.

'I thought they were built stronger these days', he said to nobody after clearing his entire ammo stock on Sixshot.

The unknown warrior turned around to meet the surprised gaze of Ultra Magnus, who had his battle hammer raised above his head. The Elite Guard had no idea if he had to trust him or keep his futile weapon raised. But something else troubled his mind as well, wasn't that 'bot dead? The giant Cybertronian looked like he could read Magnus' mind, his golden optics calmed down, from a raging medieval storm to a calm everlasting dessert. He gently showed his full length and waved his arm calmingly to put the hammer down.

'There is no need to fear me, Ultra Magnus. I am but a guardian that acts in danger, you are far from any.'
'How did you know my name ancient being and I shall stand down when I think it is safe.'
'I know everything about you and Ironhide, who needs immediate medical care. So lower your weapon before I do it for you.' Answered the 'bot with an old sounding accent that made the entire cave tremble.

Ultra Magnus listened, he didn't want to fight this giant, he was outclassed in almost everything. He ran over to Ironhide who's condition was still getting worse. The stasis lock wasn't helping, his power levels were almost depleted. The giant warrior was suddenly gone, Magnus looked around, the warrior might be able to help. But he hadn't gone very far, the giant was standing next to the remains of Sixshot, groined disapprovingly en kicked him over the side, into the dark ends of the abyss. The golden Cybertronian came back and bended over Ironhide. He then looked deep inside Ultra Magnus soul and sought the question he had to answer.

'I don't have a name, but they call me The Last Autobot, Guardian of Cybertron and I can help your friend, but not cure him.' he laid his hand on the wound and a golden glow surrounded it, after which the energy levels of Ironhide rose and the wounded slightly closed.

***

Optimus left the Council Chamber too the entrance hall, where the video screen was being brought down. Prime laughed, he did have a bit of influence on this city after all. He continued walking, but more confident now. Along his path, others stopped to greet him, in fear or thrust, Optimus did not know. But amongst the line of spectators an all too familiar face appeared - Jazz. Prime wasn't really fond of a conversation with him now, the secretary meant it right but Optimus wasn't a little soulless child anymore. He could take care of his own, and what could a harmless bystander like Shockwave do? He kept walking even still Jazz signed him to stop.

'I have to apologize sir, I just don't want you to end up like the late Ultimus Prime.'

Prime stopped and turned to lock his optics on those of Jazz. His mouth slightly bend as he spoke the last words of thrust.

'I don't believe in death until I get my hands on the killer of my father.'
'If you didn't intend to change everything, you got off a bad start.' Answered Jazz after realising Optimus was just about to begin his reign.

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