Accessing database... Retrieving files... Scanning log entries... Establishing date... Compiling complete... Booting up voice modulation [] Monday 23rd June 2112 Commencing audio input... ‘Teletraan entry code zero-one-eight-six-zero, Autobot designation number... unimportant as I want to keep this anonymous – hence the voice modulation; I can’t let the rest of the Autobots know that there is uncertainty in their ranks as it seems that one hundreth anniversary of the Decepticon invasion that destroyed Chicago, it is only now that we are settling down, finally admitting to ourselves that the war is over. One hundred years ago today the Decepticons launched a massive scale attack that nearly destroyed our new home, they attacked – so I read, with an intensity that no-one not even the great Optimus Prime himself anticipated. ‘I wish I could say that the war is over though. While the other Autobots are slowly reprogramming themselves to not be tools of war but just... people, I am ever alert and it appears that I am the only one truly noticing that although the war appears to be over, for the great Optimus Prime, in his mind the war will never be over.’ End entry. His body slumped and his features softened in an effort to emulate the human mannerism know as sighing. He felt like a traitor; expressing doubt in the great Optimus Prime? The bot who took on Megatron more times than there are humans on this planet, the bot who took on three Decepticons at the same time including Starscream and Megatron. The bot who was brought back from the dead, the bot who had what it took to take down his own mentor! And he was questioning him. He could always delete the entry yet the idea didn’t settle well with him. Perhaps he was being what the humans called anxious, perhaps he was the one who was having problems and not Optimus Prime, perhaps he was the one who couldn’t believe that the war was over. Finally. That had to be it. His fingers played with the keyboard to access the now, vast collection of log entries from various Autobots stored within the Teletraan network and was almost side-tracked by the history he was still in the midst of understanding. Minutes of scrolling yielded the entry he was looking for but just as he made to delete it the door behind him slid open and he was joined by another Autobot. ‘There you are Hot Rod! I’ve been looking for you all over the city! What in the name of Vector Sigma are you doing here – of all places?’ ‘Red Alert! I was – er... Researching for a paper?’ Hot Rod lied. ‘Oh really. I don’t suppose you could tell me what you found?’ Red Alert interrogated, crossing his arms and relaxing his posture. ‘You of all people know how much patience an Autobot has.’ ‘I would tell you Red Alert but – gosh look at that! I’m almost late for Perceptor’s class!’ Hot Rod made for the exist but was stopped abruptly by Red Alerts hand on his shoulder. Cybertronians these days – always in a rush. Now tell me Hot Rod, what were you doing here. You know this place is for designated Autobots only.’ Hot Rod tried not to look Red Alert in the eye. He had read what it had been like in the war and knew that he would feel like he was beyond scrap metal if he spread even a little distrust within the Autobot ranks with something like a lie. Everyone had to be open with each other, honest. There was room for negative feelings among the survivors – anything that would cause diversity. ‘I want to tell you Red Alert – honest but...’ ‘Go on.’ Red Alert ushered softly. ‘But I don’t want to cause uncertainty amongst the Autobot!’ Hot Rod blurted out. ‘Easy young one. Now what’s eating at your motherboard?’ Hot Rod slid from Red Alert’s grasp and paced the chamber, searching his databank for something that he could use. But he gave up, looking at Red Alert like a lost child. ‘I look up to Optimus, Red Alert. I hope someday I’m worthy enough to inherit the title of “Prime”’. ‘I know.’ ‘Well for as long as I’ve been online I’ve watch Optimus’ every move, tried to understand what makes him a great leader.’ He could feel his servos speed up as the truth came rushing out. ‘Yet, I look at him and I don’t see a person who has accepted that the reason for his being online has been fulfilled. ‘You think Optimus is in denial?’ ‘I don’t know... But I have this feeling in my spark – and I know it sounds crazy but something is telling me that if we don’t take care of Optimus he may soon become a threat to our newly established peace.’ ‘You think that Optimus can potentially become a new threat? That’s preposterous!’ ‘I know!’ Hot Rod wheeled around, optics falling upon the open files on the small Teletraan screen. ‘I know it sounds stupid but in my spark I just know...’ His optics rested up a photo taken by a satellite on the day the war ended with Megatron’s death as well as his teacher Sentinel Prime. There stood Optimus Prime baring his war wound; a severed arm, staring into the distance with a look that no-one – not even Perceptor would be able to read. ‘I just know that you may all think that the war is over but you’re wrong.’ Hot Rod turned to face Red Alert with a solemn visage. ‘The Autobots couldn’t be more wrong.’
Chapter 2 The sun. A sign of warmth. Of comfort. It gives life to nature of this world and regardless of that it is a beautiful thing. The sun was rising on another day and Optimus Prime took to his usual early morning activity of standing at the peek of Autobot City and staring ahead has the sun rose on the city formerly known as Chicago. Although he grown to marvel at such a blessing as the sun he also used the sunrise as well as the sunset to remember the war that only seemed like it had just now ended. The war lasted eons. Optimus thought. Mere years to the Humans feel mere moments to me. Yet I look upon the Autobots and find a sense of solace that I have yet to feel. The sun lit up the sky, turning the usual blue into a roof of orange and red. Cybertron as I remember it; a world consumed by fire and pain, just like how the sky looks now. Yet, how is it that I can find beauty within such a picture. Is it the years of violence? Has the centuries of war turned me into this? A spark-less machine who knows nothing now save how to fight? To destroy? Perhaps if I were on Cybertron I would belong in the Pits. Optimus’ expression hardened as he thought harder, becoming increasingly absorbed by them. One hundred Earth years. One hundred years and still I feel like the war hasn’t ended. Yes, the Decepticons are no more and whatever was left of their ranks have come to join the Autobot ranks seeing as their leader is dead, I feel that the war within my spark is still raging on. But why? Why is it that I cannot find peace? He turned and walked to the end of the roof, pausing, waiting as the lift beneath his feet activated and took him down the hundreds of floors to civilisation. The great steel doors before him opened up reveal to him the former city of Chicago now named Autobot City in its slender. Optimus stepped out of the building, taking slow steps onto the street, panning his head so to take in every detail of this new world. ‘Morning Optimus!’ A man annouced, passing him by. ‘Good morning Jonathan, off to work?’ The man stopped, turning back to look up at Optimus, briefcase in hand. ‘Yeah... and yourself?’ Optimus crouched down, hands rested on his knees to look at Jonathan with a better view. ‘Not yet, later. For now I have things to take care of.’ ‘Well take care of yourself.’ ‘You as well.’ Jonathan left and Optimus stood to his full height of twenty-eight foot. ‘Optimus?’ An Autobot called behind him. ‘Sideshow. What are you doing up this early?’ ‘Weekly inspection sir, I didn’t get to do it yesterday.’ ‘Take it easy soldi- Autobot.’ ‘You too sir, I’ll see you soon.’ The Autobot Sideshow quickly converted into a car and sped off to the heart of the city where the main computer for the Teletraan network was situated. 'I best be going as well'. Optimus lowered himself, positioning himself like a runner about to start a one-hundred metre sprint and then began to shift, metal plates sliding, limbs exploding and reforming, his shape changing as quickly he transformed and settled as his impressive long-nosed truck. He started off slowly down the street but when he confirmed that the roads were empty enough he sped up, making his way to the edge of the city. ‘Hello Optimus Prime.’ A voice announced on speaker as Optimus slowed at the boarder. ‘Leaving Autobot City?’ ‘For now Metroplex, I will return shortly. Please, open the gate.’ ‘As you wish Optimus Prime.’ The large gate that served as one of the few ways to enter or leave the city opened and Optimus quickly passed through to drive to the one place he could be alone with his thoughts and worries. * ‘So majestic and peaceful this planet, unlike the final days of Cybertron.’ ‘I wonder what would have been, if you had fought the final battle instead of me.’ ‘Never mourn the past young warrior. Thanks to you, our race survives.’ ‘You were our leader Sentinel, it is your right... to lead us again.’ ‘In a world I do not know. I am no longer your teacher Optimus, you are mine.’ It was here that I offered you the Matrix Sentinel. I thought you were my teacher... My friend. I was wrong. Optimus passed the rural land, reflecting on the events the transpired all those years ago. So many years have passed. So many lives lost. So many friends... And not just the Autobots, not just the Decepticons, but allies Humans like. I was there when you grieved Sam, at the passing of first your father and then your mother and I was there when you passed too. Is this what was destined to me when I took the name of “Prime” Sentinel? To be a the front of so much pain? And many of the casualties inflicted on many of our own race – regardless if they were Decepticons, where by my own hand. Optimus looked down at his own hands worn out by centuries of fighting and no amount of reformatting could fix that. I don’t even know who I am anymore... I was first Optimus, the librarian and then I became Optimus Prime and became the symbol of hope for a war that we were never meant to win. ‘The war is lost... Leaving our home is the hardest choice I’ve ever had to make. Whatever lies beyond that portal is our best, and last hope my friend.’ And here I am now, the leader of the last of our species. How can I be around so many of my own kind yet feel so alone? Did I do my best in my time as leader? No... I could have done better. ‘You’re being too rough on yourself Prime,’ Ironhide said, throwing a hand on Optimus’ back in a means of comfort. ‘You did the best you could – better than anyone would have thought. I was there when Sentinel left and you were named Prime. I have watched you mature. You did the best you could.’ ‘Ironhide’s right boss.’ Said Jazz. ‘I couldn’t have asked for a better leader. It was an honour being your second in command.’ ‘But with all I learned, with all my strength I couldn’t save you.’ He stared down sadly at Jazz. ‘I couldn’t save any of you.’ ‘And Ironhide,’ He turned to stare his old friend in the optics. ‘Even with the power of the Matrix I couldn’t save you.’ ‘It wasn’t your fault Prime. How were you to know that Sentinel would betray us? He caught even me off guard.’ ‘It’s not so bad being one with the Allspark boss, you should see the smiles on our old friends. Man, I hadn’t seen Wheeljack in years – or Arcee for that matter. And here they are.’ ‘What you need to remember Optimus is that it was war. Death is always a apart of it and although you hope that your friends aren’t the ones fall, you have to leave yourself open to that possibility.’ ‘You’re right Ironhide but the problem doesn’t just lie within your death as well as yours Jazz.’ Optimus took a few tired steps forward. I am the leader of the Autobots, the commander of a vast army. And each and every single Autobot that fell under the hand of Megatron... was my friend.’ Optimus Prime turned. Ironhide and Jazz had vanished. Good-bye my friends. ‘Optimus... All I ever wanted was the survival of our race. You must see why... I... I had to betray you.’ ‘You didn’t betray me. You betrayed yourself.’ The war for Cybertron lasted millions of years... and one hundred years ago today the war ended by my hands, with the death of Megatron, with my own hand and with the death of my mentor; the great Sentinel Prime. Yet the war that rages in my spark will never stop. As the sparks of all my fallen brothers and sisters lie within me in the Matrix of Leadership. So much pain, so much suffering and although now the Autobots can finally return to a world of normality, the fact remains that as their leader, after all I have experienced in my struggle, I will never be at peace. Never.
good characterization ! What made you write this ? All the "Movie Optimus is godless killing psychopath !" forums ?
I'm an aspiring writer and have written 2 unpublished novels that I plan on actively trying to publish when I leave university and thought that being a Transformers fan I'd write a story that's been on my mind for a while. I wish more people would comment though so thanks
Very well written *claps* I was a little confused at first when Jazz and Ironhide were "talking" but then it hit me. Those guy's deaths were the saddest for me. Jazz being my favorite and Ironhide being my second favorite *sigh*...oh well, can't go back now. I can't wait for the next chapter if you continue this.
The idea here is that the Fall of Cybertron (with some alterations) serves as a prequel to the movie-verse. That being said I got the idea that like Metroplex Optimus could feel the presence of Autobots through the Matrix which of course in this universe is the Allspark in another form (from the Allspark to going into Sam to going into the dust). So taking the term Cybertronians use "become one with the Allspark", what's to say that they don't speak to Optimus?
This is the most amazing fanfic I have ever read, and one of the few that i feel compeled to keep reading! NEED MORE :')
Chapter 3 ‘Alright, orders two, three and five have to be in the warehouse by five thirty because they say that they need to unload it and have it installed by tomorrow morning. Orders four, six and seven can be dispatched at any time this week which gives us a little breathing room however, the last few orders have to be on site by this afternoon.’ The workers at Sumdac Industries shuffled on their feet as simultaneously they questioned their driving skills. The company was founded by the United Nations when Optimus Prime who soon after the invasion of Chicago became Ambassador of what would later be known as Autobot City gave them clearance to use backwards-engineer Cybertronian technology as a peace offering to re-establish trust amongst humanity. Allowing the Humans to do this was an efficient means of disposing the many Cybertronian corpses and alien debris scattered around the city and it was ultimately the only viable solution as pointed out by Optimus Prime and then Secretary of Defence John Keller: ‘This is a tragic time for American and I personally will grieve for every lost soul taken by the alien threat. But we must not lose sight of who we are. With the aid of our friends across the world as well as the Autobots, we will rebuild. We must keep moving forward and show whatever forces are out there that no matter what they throw at us, humanity will not give up. The United Nations have agreed to leave reconstruction of Chicago in the hands of Optimus Prime and his team and as a peace offering, a gift as well as apology from the people of America we at the Pentagon have agreed to hand over the city to him so he can rebuild his race – the right way. Optimus Prime feels badly for “the destruction he has brought us” - his words and so as a peace offering to us he has authorised the research into the technology to further mankind and so we can better protect ourselves should trouble find us. His condition however is that should humanity use the technology for a means of war, he and the Autobots have the right to take any action they see fit. Optimus Prime also expressed concern that disposal of his races bodies in the manner they did with NBE – 01 – known as Megatron many years ago – an incident we pretended for your sake didn’t occur but can refer to now in light of recent events, may not prove to be effective. Leading our team of engineers is Professor Raj Sumdac who is confident that he can create a bond with humanity and machine. Thank you.’ ‘Don’t get you pants in a bunch you babies,’ The head of shipping mocked, tossing his clipboard on the desk to his side. Optimus Prime himself said he would be more than happy to deliver the goods himself. He should be arriving within the next few minutes.’ Five minutes later the familiar presence of Optimus Prime’s red truck rolled into the warehouse, slowing down short of the employees. His presence sparked murmurs as many people up until then hadn’t seen Optimus Prime in person and on top of that Optimus had spent a great deal of time in the last century in the Autobot’s main headquarters. ‘Optimus Prime.’ The head of shipping declared to himself, impressed. ‘At least, this is you isn’t it?’ ‘Correct...’ Optimus trailed off. ‘Spike! Everyone calls me Spike.’ He smiled. ‘On the account the he can be a bit...’ One employee began. Spike rose an eyebrow. ‘Abrasive?’ Another finished hesitantly. ‘Spike it is then.’ ‘Sorry if I sound like a bit of a fanboy Mr Prime but you don’t look anything like your photos. There you were blue with these really awesome red flames that looked so badass. Now you're uniformly red.’ ‘While I had grown fond of my first Earth form it was time for some change. On top of that I found that the specifications for the vehicle form I took was inadequate for my hectic role as Ambassador for Autobot City.’ Optimus declared. ‘What does that mean?’ An employee asked. ‘It means,’ Isaac Sumdac called, the current owner of Sumdac Industries striding into the warehouse with arms folded behind his back. ‘That his old truck was suited to his needs. You see on Cybertron vehicles were a lot more... elaborate – shall I say. Am I correct Optimus Prime? It is an honour as always I might add.’ ‘It is good to see you to Mister Sumdac, and he is right. Cybertronian vehicle specifications offer a lot more range in function than Earth vehicles. It is because of this broad gap in technology that has limited the effectiveness of our systems.’ ‘In English?’ ‘Hey! Show some respect! This is Optimus Prime you’re talking to here not your damn mother!’ Spike yelled. ‘What he mean is that on Cybertron vehicle were capable of three-hundred and sixty degree movement while many could utilise a boost system far superior to our own.’ Isaac explained. ‘Our first effort in experimenting with bridging the gap in our technologies came with the help with our late friend Wheeljack who with tampering with our systems allowed us to access a third mode we called “Stealth Force” where we able to conceal our advanced weaponry and then have access to the while in vehicular mode.’ ‘But,’ Isaac continued. ‘This didn’t solve the issue that our technology when compared with Cybertronian technology is vastly inferior. Embarrassingly so.’ He chuckled. ‘With the advancement of technology on this planet we have been able to enhance our vehicles. Though only the wealthy thus far have access to the more advanced equipment, Optimus Prime here is the only truck on our planet to be able to have a top speed reminiscent of a Ferrari.’ ‘Perhaps if I had the speed I have now back on the eve of the Decepticon invasion, I would have been able to stop events before they got out of hand.’ Optimus said gravely. Imagine what would have been if I had gotten back to the N.E.S.T base before Sentinel had a chance to leave with the Pillars – or even better, before he struck down Ironhide. ‘So why not transform Optimus? Sir?’ The employee added the last part after a glare from Spike. ‘I’m afraid that while I’d be respectful to you and speak to you in my humanoid form, this current warehouse is far too small.’ The small group chuckled. ‘Now, if we’re all done with story time, Optimus, I have a mission for you.’ Spike smiled. ‘I am ready to roll out when you’re ready.’ He declared.
Chapter 4 ‘Your job is simple, you need to get this shipment to the other side of the city by five-thirty this afternoon. I’ve uploaded the co-ordinates into your GPS so you should have no problem. The problem might potentially be the bandits. Those bastards craze fresh technology like Vultures.’ ‘Understood. Worry not, you’re technology is safe in my hands Isaac.’ ‘I know my equipment is in safe hands. Thank you and good luck Optimus Prime.’ The day was clear, a good day to drive Optimus drove down the motorway at a casual pace knowing that he could get to his destination with time to spare. He took the time to get a better understanding of his environment, still marvelling at how different the architecture was now that Cybertronian construction methods were applied such as how the landscape was taller than the Americans ever dreamed of with the introduction of replicated Cybetronian elements mixed in the stone and cement. The taller buildings also did favours for the Autobots who prior to the invasion felt out of place. There was a direct route to get to the other side of the city for the sake of convenience and it was in the form of a ground bridge, a bridge that split Autobot City down the centre with multiple paths to enter it. This enable people to get from one side of the city to the other in less than an hour. Bridges such as this became common on Cybertron as the Autobots needed fast means of delivering supplies during the war. ‘Leadfoot do you read? I’m crossing passing onto the Ground Bridge now, please equip Roller with Trailer-1 and have it join me.’ ‘Understood Optimus.’ Leadfoot replied through Optimus’ radio. Optimus didn’t want to take any chances with his cargo as humanity at least to him were still a young species and he didn’t completely trust them with such advanced technology. He did of course know of their capacity for war as he pointed out many years ago. ‘Optimus,’ Ratchet radioed in. ‘How are things looking?’ ‘Everything is fine here Ratchet.’ ‘Alright, just in case however I dispatched Bumblebee and Hot Shot and they’ll be heading down the Ground Bridge in the opposite direction and will pass you within thirty minutes. You can’t be too careful.’ ‘Thank you Ratchet.’ So peaceful... unlike the final days of Cybertron... Cars casually drifted past him in both directions while others diverged, coming off to enter the city. Everything was in sync like a well-oiled machine, harmony, something Optimus wished he could have established on his home which was now ravaged by the power of the Space Bridge. ‘Roller is incoming Optimus.’ Said Leadfoot. And not after he said it did Optimus see the car-sized drone appear in his mirror, towing one of his trailers. He would carry it himself but the trailer wasn’t designed for carrying cargo. Roller was a drone created from the scraps of the Cybertronian dead that the Wreckers created to aid Optimus as a personal scout after Optimus expressed regret for not knowing of the attack at N.E.S.T until Sentinel was gone. It has since then proven useful for Optimus not only to keep him informed about what was going on in Autobot city as it was connected to the reformatted “world wide web” now known as the Teletraan Network but Roller also helped to bring him his trailers when he needed them as well as take them away in the heat of battle so incidents such as the one where Shockwave and his Driller managed to separate him with it back during the invasion. ‘Optimus!’ Hot Shot announced. ‘Go ahead Hot Shot.’ The police have appeared on the bridge, chasing six super cars. Their licence plates register the car as stolen. ‘They’re after Isaac’s equipment!’ ‘It’s a good thing that we’re here then!’ ‘Negative! I’ll engage while you head to the other side of the ground bridge and cut them off in case they slip by me. Do not cause any damage as you pass them. You have clearance to break the speed limit.’ ‘Got it.’ When will the Humans learn? Didn’t they see what fighting can do to their home? They won’t realise what they have until it’s truly gone and no-one can bring it back for them. ‘Perceptor do you read!?’ ‘I’m here Optimus, what do you need?’ Perceptor answered. ‘Set off the alarm on the Ground Bridge and alert them that we have hostels. I need the bridge clear in case things get out of control.’ ‘Do you plan on engaging them?’ ‘I plan on doing anything it takes to stop our home from descending into chaos.’ Optimus replied almost darkly. ‘Understood. Perceptor out.’ Moments later overhead lights began to flash orange like a police siren and it was accompanied by a loud, seemingly unending noise that paused after a few seconds to deliver a recorded message from Perceptor. By request of the Autobots please exist the bridge for your own safety until we can confirm that the status has been returned to normal. ‘Roller, set up my base!’ Optimus ordered. Roller sped ahead as Optimus hastily applied his breaks, filling the air which screeching and the stench of burning rubber before quickly changing form appearing in his glory as the many people on the bridge headed for their nearest exit. Even kneeling Optimus could see the pack of cars as they quickly shortened the distance between them and him, a wall of red and blue lights in their wake. On the other lane of the vastly wide bridge was Roller as it detached from Optimus’ trailer and signalled it to transform into its gate-like shape where it revealed an extensive array of weapons: swords, axes, pistols, cannons, rifles and even relics such as Sentinel Prime’s Corrosive Slime Gun whose “Cosmic Rust Dispenser” put an end to Ironhide’s life and Megatron’s once great Fusion Cannon which was reduced to a deceptively powerful Shotgun. The pack would be on Optimus within a minute so he took the time to stand and venture to his weapon stash and pick up a long and slender weapon, bulky and pointed at the tip like a rocket but with three long pieces of metal that could come together to form a cone that would protect the weapon when not in use. A weapon that belonged to the Autobot Jolt before he met his demise at the hands of a rouge Deception; the E.D.K Tekvolt. He put the setting on as low as it went. The cars slid in front of him where a group of eager youths jumped out like Hatchlings who had eating too much refined Energon snacks. ‘Looky at what we have here!?’ Presumably the lead stated, a young man in his early twenties with sunglasses and hair cut so short that it was nearly non-existent but was visible enough so that the pattern engraved on it could be made out. ‘Optimus friggin’ Prime!’ And hand reached into the drivers seat where he produced a high-tech gun which he held smugly in both hands. ‘I bet you’ve seen this haven’t you?’ He mocked, patting the weapon. Optimus eyed the youth with contempt, his exposed mouth showing how he wasn’t pleased in the slightest. ‘We hard a hard time taking this off one of your military pals but he gave up with some... persuasion. I won’t get into the details but I’ll tell ya, he won’t be jacking off any time soon!’ The rest of his gang.’ Optimus merely looked at them, not feeling the need to talk, the boy was doing enough for the whole of Cybertron before the war. ‘Nine millimetre bullets with thermite, enclosed in a casing that breaks on impact. Strong enough to get through that armour of yours.’ He pointed the gun at Optimus, illustrating his point. ‘I’ll give you one chance.’ Optimus warned. ‘I’ve seen enough fighting to last me a lifetime. Put down your weapons. Surrender to the police and no-one will have to get hurt.’ ‘Eh!? Do you hear that guys? The big robot is going to hurt us! Who do you think we are? Decepticons? We’re humans for Christ sake! You aren’t going to do shit! Now give up Sumdac’s gear before I blow your brain out you over-glorified toaster!’ The youth spat. ‘That is where you’re wrong. I’ve learned that sometimes we most do things that some may not agree with if it’s for the better cause.’ He cocked the Tekvolt, aiming at the pack. ‘N-No way! You’re bluffing!’ ‘Try me.’ Optimus grouched. War. Fighting. It’s gone on too far. I knew I shouldn’t have allowed the Human’s access to our technologies. ‘Fuck it! Open fire!’ The youth cried. But before the rest of the gang could lift their military-grade rifles Optimus had already shot at the leader’s car, sending a low-voltage stream of vibrant, blue energy that electrocuted the car and passed onto the other cars behind it in a change. Because the weapon was meant for Cybertronians and not Humans, even at a low setting the Tekvolt’s electric beam radiation was enough to over-stimulate the gang’s nervous system which caused them to spasm and simultaneously drop to the ground as if they were tasered at the same time. ‘I warned you.’ Optimus muttered. The police stepped out of their vehicles, rushing to the unconscious group. ‘Are they dead?’ One asked. ‘Merely asleep.’ Optimus replied, quickly walking to his trailer, replacing the weapon before leaning on it in an exhausted manner. ‘This shouldn’t happen...’ ‘You are learning young one, what it means to be a Prime.’ Optimus slowly turned to face the great Sentinel Zeta Prime stand before him as if he were still alive. ‘Sentinel...’ ‘Optimus.’ He uttered. ‘No-one said that being a Prime would be easy. Ultimately we must do everything me must to protect those closest to us.’ ‘Don’t try to justify your actions Sentinel. What you did was wrong and you know it.’ His hands tightened into fists. ‘How could you Sentinel!? How could you attack your brothers and sisters!?’ ‘You’re a fool Optimus. Unworthy of the title of Prime.’ ‘You are a traitor!’ ‘Throwing a tantrum Optimus?’ Sentinel chuckled. ‘Like I said, you are young, you know nothing of true responsibility. Do you remember words we exchanged when I set up the first set of Pillars?’ ‘Why Sentinel!?’ ‘For Cybertron! For our home! What war destroyed we can rebuild! But only if we join with the Deceptioncons!’ ‘No it’s not the only way! Earth’s our home now! We must defend the Humans!’ ‘What about it?’ Optimus asked bitterly. ‘You call me a traitor! You say I attacked our brothers and sisters!? What about the Decepticons!? They are our brother’s and sisters too!’ ‘You were a Prime! You should have had the interest of the Autobots at spark!’ ‘That is where you are wrong young Prime I had the heart of Cybertron at spark – not the Autobots. Like I told the Autobots we were never meant to win the war. For the sake of Cybertron I had to work with Megatron.’ ‘It was all planned... I thought you left Cybertron with the Pillars and the Omega Lock but... You handed the Omega Lock to Megatron... Didn’t you?’ ‘Close.’ ‘It was your fault! Under your leadership we lost the war! I thought you died when you went out with the Pillars and so the Counsel made me a Prime. You talk of tough calls!? I had to evacuate the entire planet!’ ‘You will not talk to me in that tone Optimus!’ ‘I will talk to you anyway I like Sentinel!’ Optimus regained his composure. He hadn’t realised that years of stoicism had made him feel such things. ‘You may have made choices that has put me in the position I am today but you made a grave error of judgement when you took the Pillars from N.E.S.T.’ ‘They were my inventions – my right.’ ‘On Cybertron yes, but on Earth it was I who resurrected you. I who lead the Autobots!’ Optimus was losing his composure again. ‘You turned down the Matrix of Leadership Sentinel! In the end the Pillars were mine – not yours! I am the leader of the Autobots and it is I who outrank you! You had no right to do what you did! Earth is our home and it was our home longer than it was yours!’ ‘Optimus...’ ‘I looked up to you Sentinel! You were my teacher! And when the Autobots needed you most you dragged us along like fools! The war was lost because of your actions – not Megatron’s!’ Optimus straightened himself, staring at Sentinel prime with a steely gaze. ‘In the end Sentinel you are not a Prime... You are a disgrace.’ ‘Optimus I!’ ‘Enough Sentinel! You have tainted the linage of the Primes and I want nothing more to do with it. From here on I will bare the title of Prime no more!’
Couldn't help but mentally play the music from Batman's first appearance in the Dark Knight Rises as Optimus took on the gang ! What's with all the weapons left over ? Interesting that you wrote Sentinel as the unapologetic utilitarian. Though the inclusion of the Omega Lock was a bit confusing. So is Optimus on his way to crazy, or we have to wait for Megatron to show up first? btw, I'm a bit confused by Sentinel's quote " we were never going to win the war" does that hold the context here or is this something entirely different ?
This story (which you'll see in time) is a story that follows from DotM but with some alterations has War for Cybertron and Fall of Cybertron as a prequel. The Omega Lock refers to the fight that Megatron had with (Sentinel) Zeta Prime in WfC. And as for the quote, it's basically what he meant in DotM. Because this follows on from DotM you don't know what will happen with Megatron, only me. I guess you'll have to wait and see.
If you're planning to revive Megatron, I will lead a protest group. LOL but really, why are weapons (cybertronian and earthen) lying around with gang members?
Some of Optimus' weaponry are Cybertronian weapon devised by the Wreckers and the gang shown stole some weapons from NEST which of course is weaponry that can hurt Cybertronians as shown by the movies.
Chapter 5 MILLIONS OF YEARS AGO ‘Sentinel Prime! Show yourself you coward!’ Megatron raged. ‘Face me! Face me like the Prime you are! Or has centuries of war turned you soft!?’ Out from the shadows stepped Sentinel Zeta Prime with arms tied placed behind his back with a look of satisfaction. ‘A drone!? You sent a drone to fight me!? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?’ ‘Be silent Megatron.’ Sentinel ordered, slowly circling Megatron. ‘I see you managed to decipher my message. No... You’re not smart enough to do that are you? You got one of your Decepticons to do that for you.’ ‘Give me one reason why I should destroy you, Prime?’ Megatron threatened. ‘Give me a reason why I shouldn’t destroy you?’ Megatron laughed heartily, though still had his cannon cocked should he decide to blow Sentinel Prime’s head off. ‘What do you want? And speak quickly.’ Sentinel paused. ‘A truce. No... to join forces.’ ‘HA! In the end you’re just another Prime. I have no need for you. Good-bye now.’ Unafraid, Sentinel raised a hand to stop Megatron. ‘I am not like the Primes of legend Megatron. I know that times are changing and a more... appropriate means is needed to solve our problems.’ ‘And you believe that is to join my Decepticons?’ ‘I never said I would join you – merely that we should join forces.’ ‘So I should become an Autobot?’ Megatron spat. ‘By the Maker - listen Megatron! I am the only thing keeping the Autobot forces standing. But we cannot win this war. We aren’t fighters like the Decepticons, we are peaceful people uneducated in the wars of war and violence!’ ‘So what makes you think I’ll work with you when I can crush you so easily?’ ‘Because your pride has made you come here alone and at the end of the day I am a Prime and my power is greater than yours by a ratio of one hundred thousand to one. But that isn’t my point.’ Sentinel began to pace once more. ‘I don’t seek to rule this world Megatron, only to restore order and if I must work with the Decepticons then so be it.’ ‘I thought Primes are supposed to be noble and just?’ ‘Primes are peacekeepers. We do what we must to maintain order and prevent this world from falling into chaos. I am the only voice left to speak for the Primes as the others have gone to scout worlds for new energies – the only one to speak for Cybertron.’ ‘You’re boring me Zeta Prime.’ ‘Why do you think there are so many of us? We need to come to an consensus, an agreement before we enforce any action. Alas, this is what I’ve chosen.’ ‘And what do I get in return?’ Megatron asked, suspicious, crossing brutish arms. ‘What do you get!?’ Sentinel laughed. ‘Cybertron! Eternal glory!’ ‘And what do you get?’ Sentinel Prime stopped once more, meeting Megatron’s optics. ‘Order... Peace...’ In an instant the mouth of Megatron’s fierce Fusion Cannon was sizing up Sentinel. ‘And why should I trust you? Your interpretation of a Prime may be beneficial to the Decepticon cause but why should I trust you? Afterall, you sided with the Autobots. You sent me out to be destroyed by that monstrosity Omega Supreme. I Megatron barely made it out functional!’ ‘I offer you a gift. The Primes have devised a way to tear open holes in the fabric in space – create portals so that they can traverse new worlds, find new energies. A Space Bridge.’ ‘I already know of your tower. One of my followers has stationed himself in the Sea of Rust.’ ‘The last standing tower. What if I told you that I have found a way to shrink this technology and duplicated so you can set up space bridges anywhere you want?’ ‘Anywhere I want so you?’ Megatron’s arm was still pointed at Sentinel. ‘I call them Pillars rather than towers. I offer you the bulk of my technology as a peace offering however only I can control them. ‘Interesting. I could transport soldiers anywhere I pleased – hit the Autobots when they don’t expect it.’ ‘Indeed...’ ‘And the Allspark?’ ‘The Allspark is gone Megatron, there’s no getting it back.’ Megatron’s arms crossed again. ‘Say I took up your offer, what would the plan be?’ ‘I will take the Control Pillar and several others with me and leave Cybertron for a new world which I’ll give you the co-ordinates to. I’m sure your follower stationed in the Sea of Rust will find the planet. You will publicly pronounce me dead and you can begin your take over of Cybetron. In my absence the counsel will have to come out of hiding to elect a new Prime and I’m sure this one won’t be a challenge for you.’ ‘When I have secured Cybertron meet me at the new planet where we will begin to colonise it and ensure that our race is the strongest race in the universe.’ ‘Agreed. This way our race will survive indefinitely.’ Megatron pondered for a while, raising a hand to his chin but never removing his optics from Sentinel. ‘And Omega Supreme?’ ‘I’ll give you his specifications including flaws in his design.’ ‘Fine. But I warn you Sentinel, double cross me and not even Primus will be able to save you.’ THREE EARTH WEEKS LATER ‘Rejoice citizen’s of Iacon! You’re new ruler, Megatron has arrived. No longer will you be plauged by the burdens of freedom and choice! Henceforth, my will is the only will you shall require!’
I have something in mind but because people don't seem to actually come to this part of the forum and contribute I find it hard to get the motivation. That being said, since at least you're interested I'll put something up later today (seeing as right now it's 6:30am for me).
