Discussion in 'Transformers Fan Fiction' started by Arkimus Prime, Nov 27, 2019.
War, peace, and the Eye.
Explosions. Gunfire. The sound of metal rending. The sounds of war.
This, and more, were what the Observer saw.
Below him, the pitiful factions- Autobots and Decepticons- were engaging in combat. The leaders of these two warring sides fought in the center.
Did he care?
His name was High Eye. He was neutral, but most cited him to have Decepticon-esque leanings. He usually killed people who did this; however, it wasn't like entire planet could die.
They also cited him as having a god complex. Before he killed them, he usually said something along the lines of "I don't have a complex. I am a god."
He pitied them, really. Caught up in their insignificant war. Losing power. Losing life.
As he observed, another died, but none mourned except him. He had watched this one fight for eons. And that one! The disemboweled one!
They were killing each other!
Smoke began to pour out of every crevice in his armor. "THE CHILDREN ARE DYING!" he thought, over and over again.
He pulled out his weapon, and fired, spurred on by a righteous anger. Flames blossomed across the battlefield.
They all stopped, and looked to him. Multiple laser blasts bounced off of his thick metal plating.
"The Eye!" shouted one of the smaller ones, unleashing a barrage of energy blasts.
Unfazed, he simply lifted off of the ground, hovering at about three feet. Then, he began to float forward, until he stopped about twenty feet from the ground in the center of the battlefield.
"Children! Cease! I deny you the right of battle!" he roared.
"I do not follow you!" a stray Decepticon Seeker yelled. It was one of the few High Eye didn't recognize. He lifted his gun, and blew its head off.
"You follow nothing but death, arrogant nothing."
And with this, he left, leaving two very confused hordes of Cybertronians.
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