Just want to clarify. I just need these unpainted or as is. Not looking to change the look. Let me know if you find them. The other hardware is fine, as long as I have the ones for the ankles is cool. Thanks.

Just the ones for the ankles and the ones on the door for the window. I am trying to make tigertracks too. Need a pin remover and a pin pusher first though. But that is the plan.

Cool. I can handle that. If you can throw in the hardware (screws) too even better. I have issues sometime with stripping the head out.... hehe. Thanks.

Just wanted to know how much do you think you can sell me those. Don't want to put you through too much trouble and then think it is too expensive and not buy it from you. I am trying to contact Bogatan for a headless Sideswipe now but haven't gotten a reply. Rumsawatti told me he would have one.

You think you can sell me both ankle pieces and one feet so that my Sideswipe wouldn't have one white ankle and one black ankle. Let me know if you can do that.

a look inside the dieing mind of a hero

consider this a expanded take on a scene from the 80's animated movie

in this case it being the final scene from optimus primes fight to the death with megatron

in a way one could also see this as being a lookinto the heart and mind of the dieing hero as he faces his final moments on tha battlefield

http://www.youtube.c...h?v=0nF6DRocSdo

i would suggest this for the background music during the scene where optimus channels the very power of the matrix itself and the power of his own lifespark through his body when uses it to defeat megatron with a energy attack

"I would have waited an eternity for this," "It's over, Prime."
Optimus heard Megatron's voice, but it seemed so far away, so distant. "Crawl slave! on your knees! he gloated as he kept the gun trained on the Autobot leader despite being heavily damaged himself.

Optimus struggled to his knees, balling his hands together for a final act of defiance as he gathers his remaining strength. In His Grief and Guilt riddled mind He heard his own voice speaking to Him. You've lost. Everything you've worked so very hard for has been destroyed. Everyone you knew and loved in life has been killed. Its all over. all over. Through the morning fog which covered the battlefield He caught a glimpse of Her. His beloved Elita, staring at Him. Her optics were closed in vain as She tried to hold back the tears which streamed down Her face, Her head bowed in sorrow. Optimus saw in the distance His friends and His comrades. They who had given their lives for the Autobot code and Their beliefs. Their faces and optics which had once burned so incredibly bright in life with passion ,hope and determination, were now haunted with greif and sorrow.

Elita... I have failed them, I have failed our people as well and worst of all I have failed you...I've been trying so hard to bring back our past. old friends, old ways. maybe this is what it brings in the heart of a dead city. No past but megatron's rule, no future but Megatron's fist. Even through all the pain i can still hear them screaming Avenge me. A million dead scream to Me AVENGE ME. no. No. NO! Its not over! I MUST NOT GIVE UP. I CAN NOT GIVE UP! "I WILL NEVER GIVE UP!" My past is dead but I'm alive and I OWE the dead for that.


From somewhere deep in his mind, from somewhere in that faraway place of chrystalline concentration and groggy perceptions. In that far away place of dreams and courage he found a final last well of power deep within his very being. he had descended into the very darkness within Himself, the deepest level of the Pit. It was partly in His mind, partly in His heart, mostly in His soul. A black pit of hate, anger, rage, wrath, greif and despair. Incredibly compressed by His desire and longing for peace, compacted under incredible pressure by His very morale beliefs. Held in stasis by the very rigid discipline He had trained himself to posess as a warrior. The Pit exploded with all the pent up emotion's He had held in check throughout the greater majority of His entire lifetime up to this moment. A sudden surge of raw distructive energy exploded within Optimus's damaged body as power rerouted from one failing life support subsystem to another, His faltering lifesighns peaked dramatically. Optimus had the strength and the determination to do what was necessary now all He needed was the will.

Optimus looked up at His age-old nemesis, gasping for breath as His injuries robbed His life support systems of the oxygen it so desperately needed to combust energon. Silence spread like a stifling blanket over the battlefield. Prime's horrible gurgling wheeze the only sound echoing across the tarmac. Optimus Prime looked into the eyes of the enemy. He knew that He was the only one who could stop this carnage. He called on the last of His strength for one final blow. He knew he could do it, He could take the monster down. Optimus was an autobot for whom the word surrender truly had no meaning. The power was there gaining strength like a raging wild fire. The fire like will of determination was burning deep inside of Him begging to be released like the throttle handle to a power generator bent on overload but after that He would be spent and it would be over for Him.

For the sake of peace throughout the universe, for the comrades that I have lost.. My beloved, friends and family all. For they who have died, and for those who still live that believe in Me, right here and right Now i will defeat you. For Elita, for Primus, for the Autobot code let there be peace, He thought to Himself. Then the heroic Autobot gathered all His strength for one word as he threw back His head and screamed from somewhere deep within His soul a primal scream so terrifying and sharp it cut through the tyrant like a stunning blow to the temple.



"N... never!" He yelled, gasping painfully, Linking His fists together, Optimus swung His joined hands at the Decepticon's throat and made contact as He opens up on Megatron from point blank range slamming both fists into Megatron's throat with a full circle round house punch as He bashes in the armor surrounding Megatron's throat cutting of His ability to breath. The Decepticon stumbled back 2 full steps as He brought His right hand up to His throat as He struggled to breath. The unintelligable sounds made by His airway as He attempted to draw breath sounded like a deathrattle. The momentary distraction was all the hesitation Optimus needed as He struggled to His feet. Turning His attention inward, He accessed the power of the Matrix. Elita's last stand had provided the inspiration. All it took was the slightest thought, a line of coding, fed from His processor down a length of fibre-optic cabling and into His systems. A slight re-direction of power flow here, a minute telescoping of a ventilation funnel there, and Matrix energy flowed
into his body. He cold actually feel the energy as it traveled from His chest to His shoulders through His arms and into His hands. Turning a sacred life force into a weapon was the easiest thing in the world for Optimus Prime.

Suddenly, He felt His own Spark twitch and begin to move, inward, toward the sacred artefact. Through their mental link, somewhere in His mind He heard his brother UltraMagnus cry out. He knew… they both knew… what it meant. If a Prime were to employ the Matrix in this fashion, to have it consume and destroy the enemy it would likely consume the spark of its Gaurdian as well. Violence, He remembered, always had a consequence.

Magnus' voice whispered in His mind. This is the purpose, it said, for which Transformers like you and I were created. We must never let our courage die, We shall fight to our last breath My brother, for with these hands we shall create victory. Utilising the age old teachings of Circuitsu Optimus called forth energy from His very spark. Matrix energy began to glow at His finger tips soft and white at first then with the color changing to a light bluish white as the power built up in intensity. Lightning like pathways of energy began to arc back and forth as the energy increased. crackling and humming in near spider web patterns between His hands and fingers as the power built up in intesity and strength. The power doubled, then tripled, then swelled beyond measure. Optimus willed the energy to flow from His
hands into a fiery blueish white spere hovering in the air between His hands as it materialised in the air.



"Decepticons leave this place, or die" He screamed. the wind carries His words to every corner of the city. Those of megatron's troops who were still alive looked on in shock, disbelief annd silence. the very sight of the Autobot leader has chilled them to their very sparks. Concentrating mightily Optimus willed the energy to coalensce into a speroid like form of pure matrix energy as it hovered in midair between his hands. I have tried reasoning with You, He thought silently to Himself and I have tried making peace with You Megatron. but the only language You will ever understand is violence.

"You wanted power so badly Megatron here" he spoke to his enemy as Optimus stopped hesitating and unleashed the full fury of the matrix. The energy was blistering, and the temperature soared as the energy ball went soaring through
the air at incredible speed. Megatron had but a single moment to glimpse the ball of incredibly distructive energy as it sped towards Him like a bolt of lightning before it exploded against His chest with a sound like thunder as it bashed the central portion of His chest inward completely ruining the purple decepticon insignia as it is peeled half away. The Decepticon leader went flying over the edge of the building, striking other ledges The impacts against more outcroppings of rock add to Megatron's damage, each resounding crunching noise, robbing Him of energy and racking his being with pain as armor is sheared off by hard rocks Fracturing the sides which split , spilling wires, fuses, lights, circuitry Sparks fly from the many wounds and His battered armor leaks energon freely, then suddenly... the ground is gone and He finds
Himself falling and too weak to fly. before He finally crashed to the city street below. His body convulses and shakes like a puppet whos strings have become entangled trying to move, On the cliff Optimus stands tall, armor damaged and bearing heavy wounds. Optimus stands, silent vigil over the torn wasteland, His thoughts are almost those of someone in shock, 'is He really gone this time' he asks himself while making sure that Megatron had fallen. Suddenly a tightening pain fills His chest as He clutches His right hand to His fuel pump, His knees gave way as vertigo
overcame Him. and he collapsed on the cliff's edge.

just my thoughts on the matter

at one point while on his deathbed optimus admitted the fact that he himself was not worthy of bearing the mantle and rank of autobot leadership


long story short the matrix exists as a form of spritual ark due to thefact that it contains with its chrystaline core a portion ofthe life essense of primus itself

as such the matrix exists primarily asa force for creation and also as a force for good as the prime can use it both as a way to imprint a fully created lifeless cybertronian shellbody with a full indepths personality , free will a identity while giving it actual life as a living being and the matrix can also be used as a way to heal the dieing as well

in using it as a weapon of distruction though optimus has in a manner of speaking betrayed the will the cybertornians godly creator primus.

whil his body itself was mortally wounded and dieing his spark itself would have endured and perhaps even have survived undergoing a full body spark transplant at the time if ratchet,wheeljack, hoist, and grapple had been alive at the time to aid perceptor and first aid in the transpalnt operation



as tropes go in writing science fiction optimus using the matrix as as distructive weapon to defeat and to destroy megatron

that very acti is what is known as a dangerous forbidden technique

a attack that is so overwhelmingly powerful so potent in its ability to wholly overwhelm defeat and even outright destroy ones oponent that while it can all to easily defeat and kill ones enemies in a fight it is such a powerful technique that it affects its user in 2 ways

over time it either shortens the lifespan of the person using it

or the person using it immediately dies from the incredible strain it has on thier body and mind

in a way optimus had lived his final moments on the battlefield as a decepticon and had vioated the very beliefs and ideals he had fougth for through his life time

so in a certain manner of speaking he did allow megatron to crrupt his person in the mnd hence his line about his being unworthy to bear the rank and role of autobot leadership when he was on his deathbed and dieing at the time

as for the matter of a full body spark transplant

the spark represents a living cybertronian's soul/their spirit /their lifeforce

when a cybertronians still living spark is salvaged and transferred from their original dieing body into a new freshly consturcted body

that cybertronians spark, there energon and oxygen pumps as well as their mind and personality are removed from the dieing original body with there mind and memmories being stored away and copied into the main computer systems of the base/city/ command center /fortress that the operation is being conducted in

at the time it is happening that person is literally experincing a complete out of body experience with that person loosing all sense of sensory touch with the real living world at the time of the operation

the spark oxygen and energon pumps being literally soaked in energon to insure the continued survival of the spark itself as it is transfered and transplanted into that persons new body

when that person who is experieincing the spark transplant has their disimbodied spark transplanted itno the new body it can be a very terribly painful and even torturous experience as that person goes from existing in a serene entirly zen like state of physically disimbodied spiritual existance at one moment to finding thierself being physically reintegrated and forced to exist in the living world once more in the next moment

the pain that person expierinces being due in large part both by the loss and return of full body sensory touch and also by the painful reintigration thatperson epxieriences as thier new body and lifesupport systemss take time both to adapt to that persons spark , oxygen pump and energon pump and also to the incredible strain placed on the persons mind as their personality memorries and identity is forcibly uploaded into their mind in the new body

few individuals survive the experience with theire baseline orignal personality and attitude being changed to a noticble radical degree in some way or other

it being in a manner of speaking a type of cybertronian reincarnation in a manner of speaking

the storyis a scene in which optimus sees his life flashing before his eyes while laying on his deathbed

while the scene is set in the 80's animated transformers movie it is a scene that takes place at some point in time in the 19 odd years between the end of the 80s aniamted series second season and the time of the movie itself

it explains what became of optimus's lover elita and also alludes to why here femme team never appeared in the animated movie or season 3 after the movie.


The Matrix is pulsing for a new bearer, it knows. An odd phrase comes to mind.thought Optimus "My time...in the light...is short."

I feel my vocorder filling with energon. It won't last much longer. But it doesn't matter, because I won't either. As the humans say,What a long, strange trip it's been.' I'm young again. Once more, I stand before Alpha Trion, about to make the biggest decision of my life. His chest compartment stands open, revealing the Matrix of Leadership.

"One day, you, too, will pass the power on, until it reaches the Chosen One." "I don't understand. You said I was chosen." The old one hedges a bit. "Yes and no. The Matrix will find the one to light our darkest hour." I see an out. "Then why not give it to him?" "I haven't been able to find the Chosen in thousands of vorn of searching. You are the first to whom the Matrix has reacted." A prophetic gleam comes into his optics. "You must be the next bearer." I am more than a little scared. "But what do I do?" "Keep our people safe. This new war threatens the very existence of Cybertron." The existence of Cybertron! Now I'm really scared. "Alpha Trion, I can't. I'm no warrior, just a dockworker. I only want to take Arial and get to someplace safe." He grasps my shoulder. An old 'bot shouldn't be this strong. "Listen to me! The Matrix bearer is always called out of our ranks. He also ALWAYS rises to the occasion. Seek out experienced warriors to aid you. Remember the names of Kup and Ironhide. Find them and follow their advice." Within his chest, the Matrix pulses at these words.

"I suppose I have no choice." "You would not have been chosen if you were not capable." I open up my new chest plating. It feels strange to have plates of glass there, but then, this whole body is new and strange. "I am ready." He places the Matrix in my chest, and I feel myself grow stronger still, while he seems to weaken. "Lead well ... Optimus Prime. Until all are one." An explosion shakes the lab. "Hurry! Our forces are at the walls. You can join them there." I turn to leave, but am still uncertain. But...you said it spoke to you. How can I lead an army if it won't talk to me?!" "It only speaks when it has something important to say. Find Kup and Ironhide. They'll tell you what to do." The ancient robot practically shoved me out the door. If I hadn't known better, I'd say he was guilty about something.1 When I met up with Ironhide at the wall around Iacon, he didn't know what to do with me. Primes were almost a legend then, and he hadn't heard of one since Sentinel. The Matrix didn't speak to me until after Alpha Trion became one with Vector Sigma, barely ten Earth years ago.

Daniel, who had grown up in Prime's shadow and looked up to the heroic Autobot since he was old enough to remember, slipped his small arms around Prime's mammoth one and held on tightly. Daniel's teary eyes widened in fear and grief. "Prime," he said, "you can't die!" the boy sobbed, and Arcee put her hand around Daniel's shoulders in a vain attempt to comfort him. A shout of anguish breaks my chain of thought...Prime's optics narrowed, Daniel's touch and voice bringing him back from floating in a twilight state filled with memories. Daniel shouldn't be here. He's too young to deal with death. The Matrix speaks. Prime looked at them grouped around him, taking in their familiar forms for what he knew would be the last time, then resigned himself to his final task.

The Chosen is here. But who is it? I glance around my bed. Perceptor? He's brave, the bravest scientist I've ever known. But there's just something missing. Blurr is a good soldier, but he's a follower, not a leader. Better to leave him where he's happiest, as courier. Kup was alive when I received the Matrix. If he were the Chosen, Alpha Trion would have known. Arcee? She has enough power of her own. With Aleta and the others gone, she would lead the Femmes, if there were any left. She could be co-leader, if she wanted to. My Aleta. An image came to mind. Of himself, long before the war, a carefree young mechanoid called Orion. Of Elita-1, then named Ariel, graceful and lithe, a seemingly endless spring of happiness. He had been so proud of himself then --Cybertronian females were relatively rare, and to have one for a companion was a good reason to boast. But his initial, selfish feelings soon disappeared, as he discovered that beneath Ariel's jaunty exterior lurked a sharp mind and an empathic soul. Pride turned to surprise, then to awe, and then to respect; she was no longer a mere trophy, but a devoted friend through good times and bad. And his feelings for her were mutual. Each saw reflections of themselves in the other, and out of that came understanding and caring and closeness. It was, of course, the war that finally separated them.

The event was Operation Deadbolt, a massive Autobot attack on a secret munitions plant. Nine strike teams were involved, all coordinated by Elita-1 and her squad back at the command center. But the Decepticons struck first with a decapitating blow -- a missile barrage leveled the base as the mission started, and those within were presumed dead. Prime did not learn otherwise until five million years later. In reality, the females were saved by Alpha Trion, the enigmatic Autobot inventor. He rebuilt them, trained them, and equipped them with new powers. Then, using their abilities and the inherent agility of their female forms, they became an elite commando team, a secret kept from enemies and allies, fighting the Decepticons from the shadows. Elita and Optimus were finally reunited a few years ago, when a crisis forced Alpha Trion to reveal his gambit to the Autobots. elita and her team , in a desperate attempt to replenish their dangerously low energon supply had attacked shockwave's command citadel, shockwave had allowed them to escape in order to track them to their hidden base, he then used reinforcements from earth and captured alita one. megatron playing true to form used her as a bargaining chip to force prime into surrenderring. prime called his bluff and megatron was only too pleased to show him the truth.

prime did a double take as his facial features went from shock to relief at seeing her alive to out right horror at seeing his beloved held prisoner by shockwave. in a fit of rage prime went on a solo mission to save her but was captured himself by shockwave. To save her lover from death alita one had used her special power to freeze time temporarily but doing so had put her in death's doorway in prime's place. To save her life prime searched for alpha trion as he was the only one who could possibly save her now. But their reunion was far too brief. And afterwards, Alpha Trion, for his own reasons, continued to keep the females isolated from the Autobots. Unable to reach her, Prime had bided his time, patiently waiting for a better moment to rebuild their former relationship. This realization burned him with a flood of questions.

Why had I decided to wait? Why did I let the females remain hidden? Why didn't I question or challenge Alpha Trion's actions? Why did I so easily accept the status quo? Why, with the resources and authority at my command, didn't I do more? Perhaps, Prime considered ruefully, I was too used to believing she was dead. He had grieved for Elita in the wake of Operation Deadbolt, and for a long time, was not certain if he would ever accept her death nor did he know if he could truly go on without her in life. she had been his stregth in life,his reason for being and existing. she had given him the strength to go on fighting for his beliefs when the war would rage at its darkest and bloodiest of times. But the burdens of war refused to relent, and they had finally forced him to lay her memories to rest. He realized then that she must have had a similar experience. In ironic parallel, the crash of the Ark and the disappearance of its crew must have convinced Elita-1 that Prime was dead. And her response must have mirrored his own: driven by duty, she would have had to accept his death and continued with her own life.

Thus their mutual silence. After an absence of four million years, neither one was truly ready for the other. Instead, they both decided to wait -- for a better time, a quieter time -- before trying to find each other again. But that day would never be a reality. Roughly ten years ago something happened to Optimus that hit him so hard in such a way that he would never be able to forget this event which would be burned into his mind, into his very soul forever. this was something that would change him over the years Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots, was alone in his private quarters, receiving a personal transmission from Cybertron. The message was delivered without any preamble. "Elita-1 is dead." Prime gaped. Hesitantly, he echoed, "...dead?" there was barely any breath for him to form the words. It was as if someone had just took a full swing of the baseball bat and swung it right into his gut. The image on the display, a frail-looking robot in red and violet, soberly nodded.

"But ... how?" Alpha Trion glanced away before answering. "She was leading a team on a mission to raid the Decepticon citadel in Effore. The Decepticons there have invented a new magnetic plasma cannon, and we needed the plans, both to discover its weaknesses and to build our own. "They were spotted on the way out. Elita ordered the others to escape while she stayed to distract the Decepticons. But Megatron had greater numbers, and they finally had her injured and cornered. Rather than risk being captured and ... 'interrogated,' she threw herself into a smelting pool." Prime's optics widened. "A smel-- ...so there's ... there is no body?" "No. We learned all of this by intercepting Megatron's final report. I see no reason not to believe it." A stifling silence filled the room. Eventually, in a husky whisper, Prime said, "Thank you." "There's one more thing," Alpha Trion quickly added. "We found a sealed box among Elita's personal possessions. It had a note attached to it, instructing us to deliver it to you upon her death." Prime hissed softly.

"I see." A pause. "I shall send someone to retrieve it." "Good. Tell your courier to go to the ruins of my first shop. I'll meet him there." With a nod, Prime said again, "Thank you." Alpha Trion hesitated then, as if searching for more to say. But he did not find it, and an instant later, the screen blinked to black.Prime slumped into his chair, unable and unwilling to do anything but absorb the news.

He remained still for several minutes, making neither sound nor movement, a hauntingly immobile golem of red and blue then for the first time in 4 million years optimus grieved for the death of his beloved , the tears came and he could do nothing but cover his face and cry, though the fluid his optics secreted existed primarily for cleansing purposes it made his emotions no less real. he cried till he could grieve no more. and then he rose to his feet, clenched his fists, spread his muscular arms, raised his anguished face to the ceiling and screamed a deafening soul shattering scream that came from the very grief ridden depths of his spark. he screamed, he kept on and he couldn't stop as his scream became a shreik and then it continued to become louder courser and deeper still as it became a ferociouse greif ridden howl of dispair as it became even more feral in its existance his vocorder straining, the thick armored plates arond his neck bulging and warping like knotted leather

his entire body froze up on him in midscream as every muscle cable throughout his entire body suddenly convulsed and spasmed as his muscles locked up on him making his arms, legs and back grow taught , he arched his back outward his hands clawed and raked the air as he pulled his arms in towards his chest as though he were trying to pull the very heavens themself down to him through sheer force of will as his scream shook the very room itself to its foundations.

having balled his hands into fists,with his arms spasming and the musle tendons straining to the breaking point he punctures the underside of his palms through with his fingers as preciouse life sustaining energon begins to bleed through from the inside of his palms. so great is his grief right now that he is not willing to live his life a single moment longer, that he wants only one thing and that is to end his suffering and to be reunited with his beloved if only in death itself



this time their was no way for him to come to terms with her death. prime gave in to his anger at himself for failing to protect her, at megatron for being so underhanded and low and at him self again for believing that megatron could have ever had any sense of honor in life after all they hade been through over the years working together time and again when circumstances made it neccesary for them to work as a team to preserve their mutual coexistence in life. they had learned to trust each other's actions. they had trusted each other with their very lives even. for megatron to have gone that low right now. he might as well have cut prime off at the knees and ripped out his spark while doing so.

prime wanted nothing more then to end his own life with a well placed laser blast to his very spark. he kneeled on the floor as he reached for his rifle with his left hand. then he moved his right hand as he brought it up to touch his forehead then down touching his chest,then to the left and right shoulder as he made the sighn of the cross. he willed his chest cavity open. his armored chest assembly split cleanly down the middle folding out to the sides exposing the matrix annex that covered his lasercore. he willed that to fold out as well. then steadying his hands he aimed his rifle at his spark his hands tensed around the trigger trembling as he attempted to kill himself , and he could not. his honor and his beliefs would not allow such a thing. he had saw himself as a gaurdian in life. a peacekeeper, a man who would give his life for his friends and family in a heart beat without a second thought if need be. an autobot at heart in the truest sense of the word. as such it was his sworn duty in life to defend the beliefs of honor, life and freedom . over time on earth he had come to see that as being all to similer to the honor bound knight of old. to die by ones own hand would be a damning act indeed by his or the nights code of honor. one great enough to damn him to an eternity in the inferno. it would end his suffering in life but it would not reunite him with his beloved though. he forced his chest to close up seamlessly. he swung his rifle at the computer banks, the radar, the radio, all the other consoles, he pulled the trigger , shuddered from the recoil, and blew it all to pieces as consoles exploded, computers disintigrated, radar screens erupted. in rage he threw his weapon to the ground with such force the casing cracked in 2. instead he took out his anger on the walls. he started pounding them relentlessly with his fists. as he poured out his rage, his hate, his anger into pummeling the walls with his fists until they bled energon through the variouse wounds prime had inflicted on himself. then feeling all numb inside he fell to his knees as he placed his hands flat against the wall to support his upper body while his body attempted to initiate repairs and heal itself of the self inflicted wounds. prime in his grieving did not notice as the door to his chamber chimed open.

"optimus." said ironhide "i've completed my rounds of the base sir" spoke primes right hand man as he walked in to report to his leader. "were secure so far as the base and outlying defense perimeter are- prime what happened? asked the large grey and red transformer as he ran over to his commander placeing his right hand on primes shoulder, " optimus talk to me" said ironhide as he took in the cracks and holes and dents in the walls. "how bad is it? a look of dread on his face said it all. "she's..... gone ironhide" prime chocked out as the tears and the shakes began all over for him. "she's gone, and there was nothing i could do to save her. i.."i should have been there to protect her, to keep her safe i should have taken her and her team back to earth where they would have had a better chance in this war. "oh primus" said iron hide realising that his friend had tried to replace his emotional pain with physical pain instead.

He already knew what happened last time this had come to pass. when he had lost Alita to death that first time he simply was not able to come to terms with her death. Then, late one night in a moment of severe depression and desperation he had reflexively severed the main arterieal veins in each of his wrists that trailed through his arms into his chest and to his energon pump. if it had not been for ironhide making his rounds at the time and his calling rachet every name in the book as he screamed for the medic to get his skidplate over to the main command chamber prime would have been a goner for sure "prime are you going to be okay?, should i call in rachet and first aid? "no my friend this pain goes far deeper then anything physically possible, this terible pain is in my spark as well as my mind and body. "please ironhide just... give me some time alone. send cosmos to cybertron. alpah trion has a package from her, have him deliver it to me my friend. ironhide looked into his friends soft blue fluid stained optics scared of what he might do to himself. i cant talk him out of it theres just no way i could thought ironhide to himself but with teletran 1 monitoring him he should be safe for the time being."All right prime i'll leave you be for now but im taking your laser cannon with me just in case" said ironhide as he picked up primes weapon and walked out throught the door way. "Primus help us all if he cant shake this man" thought ironhide to himself.

In a way megatron had won, the death of Alita 1 would do the one thing to pime he never could do to him. it destroyed him as a man. only time would tell if prime would ever recover from this incident. life went on as usual in the base. wheeljack making the new discovery in his lab, the lambo twins taking verbal potshots at eachother and rachet checking over his comrades for repairs through out the day. time passed and surprisingly there was no news of a decepticon attack at all perhaps it was coincidense or perhaps the decepticon commander had a heart in a way who's to say? evening came and with it the coming night as wellCosmos had returned from Cybertron just fifteen minutes ago. He had not asked any embarrassing questions about the package or its contents, for which Prime was grateful. Leadership left almost no room for privacy, and he had learned to cherish what little he had. He had made sure he would not be disturbed tonight.

Metal fingers ran slowly over the box, delicately tracing the edges of the caldonite seal, still intact. The half moon gave a ruddy amber glow to the woods, which seemed appropriate somehow. Prime studied the box with a false indifference, examining it haphazardly as he memorized every detail. There was little to note -- aside from a coat of red paint, the box was featureless -- but he took his time. Finally, he stopped. Prime pressed his thumb firmly on the seal. It dissolved almost immediately, leaving only a thin crust around the border to indicate where it had been. The lid popped with an almost-inaudible click.With a steadiness that surprised himself, Prime opened the box and gingerly reached inside. The tiara glittered innocently in the darkness. Small and unassertive, its beauty came not from overloaded gaudiness, but from the subtle whispering of its arrangement, a confident ordering of crystals and diamonds. It drew the dull moonlight into its multifaceted beauty, then released it in a purifying glimmer. Prime recognized it immediately. It was his first gift to Elita, her favorite piece of jewelry, from a time now long gone. Reluctantly, he placed it on the ground, then looked inside the box again.

A small, dull sheet of foil was all that remained. He took it gently, surprised when it proved stronger than it looked. On it was a message: Optimus, If you're reading this, I must be gone. I cannot describe how much I missed you, but I had wanted so very much for a chance to try. Even so, I believe that you already know how I feel, and I will take that joy with me to whatever lies beyond. Remember me, Elita The note and the tiara were tenderly returned to the box. Holding it in one hand, Optimus Prime, warrior and veteran, protector and sage, Leader of the Autobots, turned his gaze to the stars above... ...and remembered.

sometimes you would be surprised how little effort it takes to bring a hero crashing to his hands and kness in utter defeat.

sometimes it can be the simplest thing of all

by the way this picture is what inspired me to write this short story


http://tfwiki.net/w2/images2/0/04/G1_ongoing_12a.jpg

when it comes to the matter of a spark bond, it is in many ways comparable to the bond that exists between two people who are soul mates to each other

in the transformers mythos a spark bond literally bonds two cybertronians together at the very soul but it goes even deeper then that as well


when two cybertronains be they mech and mech , feme and feme or mech and feme , when the two enter into a spark bond with each other they dont just become bonded at the soul they also become bonded at the mind as well and in that moment the two cease to exist as single individuals and instead exist as a single amalgamated composite being in the soul and in the mind with a sort of shared two person hive mind so to speak

and at the same time the spark bond also serves as a way for the 2 cybertronians in the relationship to in a manner of speaking spirtiually reproduce with a newborn spark being created from the temporary fusion of the 2 sparks that are the 2 individuals in the realtionship that have spark bonded with each other


when one partner dies and the other goes on living though it can have such a terrible effect on the surviving member of that spark bond that it will over a gradual period of time cause that persons spark to weaken and eventually to completely exstinguish itself entirley while at the same time the surviving partner in thier mind has experienced the death of the dieing partner in a all too personel beyond first person viewpoint time and distance does not have any effect on the sparkbond at all so the surviving partner of the two would literally go on living their life with a case of survivors guilt

as for optimus prime in this story he is experincing both a mix of survivor guilt and post traumatic stress disorder of a sort much like ratchets character did in the recent tv series Trasformers Animated


how long that person survives the experience depeness entirely on their will power and their resolve and their desire to live

for some couples though the spark bond is so powerful that when one bondmate dies the other surviving partner soon follows afterwards sometimes with only mere moments seperating the two bondmates as each dies through the spark bond

in a way megatron has sentenced optimus prime to a living fate that is far worse then death itself

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