Chapter 1: Last words."Alpha Trion has rejoined the Allspark". The datapad dropped from the red and blue archivists digits with high pitched clatter. Those digits had relaxed unintentionally as the seemingly impossible news was fully registered in the cerebral circuits of the young mech, causing unintentional diversion of motor function to maintain his current stance, threatened to break by the shock of this information. Information, collected and translated by highly advanced audio receptors from seemingly meaningless waves of vibrations passing through the intermittent particles of matter that occupied the distance between the emitting vocalizer of the towering white mech standing in the entrance of Optimus' work chamber to their destination in the aforementioned audio receptors. Ultra inclined his helm respectfully to the younger mech, knowing the full weight this information would place upon his already strained upper chassis. Optimus having already forgotten his previous task of transcribing the Legend of The Tenchanger to it's new digital home, looked to his former Security Operations mentor. "How?" The simple, bitter question rang out from the shell shocked Cybertronian. How indeed, Ultra briefly pondered, the former High Senate Advisor had a long list of ways he narrowly avoided deactivation on a basis of once a cycle, and many of them were no mere accidents, but he responded with only that which he knew to be factual, "He was injured by falling debris after exiting the Senate Hall, his spark casing was compromised, and..." He paused in brief hesitation. "... He might have been revived, but he refused medical aid, he stated he had known his time had been coming, and he could only hope he had made the proper arrangements for the future in his absence". A perplexed look broke across both 'Bots face plates. Optimus, saddened beyond words by the news, buts also confused at the strange words of his longtime friend and mentor, and Ultra, questioning his impulsive inclusion of the deceased's last words, as the Chief Officer of the Elite Guard rarely acknowledged sentiment, such as the possible closure that might Optimus find in the words of his dead overseer. Putting this down to no more than a brief bug in his developed character programs caused by stress on his mental circuitry, Ultra lifted his helm to get to the primary objective of his visit. "Optimus, I have been ordered by the Senate to induct you into the office of Senatorial Advisor on Matters of History.." He began, only to be interrupted by a look of cold anger flashing across Optimus' face. It was clear that he had no interest in taking his mentors office on the very cycle in which he had passed. "When did it become customary to replace our oldest friends and greatest heros as though they were nothing more than broken cogs in a machine, or is The Hammer of Kaon correct in his decrying of the Autobot government?" He asked spitefully, fully aware of the Autobrand on his own upper appendage plating. "Careful Optimus, I understand that you're grieving, but that is not cause to begin mimicking the rhetoric of a anarchist and radical" Ultra warned, his optics narrowing slightly, caught off guard by the normally calm and collected 'Bots anger. "Grieving?" Optimus asked bitterly, "You have given me no chance to grieve Ultra! And what do you understand? You have served in Sec Ops long enough. I doubt that you remember what it feels like to loose a friend!" BLAM! Optimus barely saw Ultra move before all he saw was static due to blunt force impact. As his optics cleared he saw his friend standing over him with rage evident from the roar of his internal motor components. As he looked at Ultra, Optimus' own anger drained from his circuits like corrupted Energon from a wound. And all that was left was blank despair at his loss, and shame at his actions. "Ultra... I'm sorry... I did not mean to..." Optimus looked at the floor of the chamber sorrowfully, and continued "I know that you're simply doing your job, and I'm truly sorry for my words... I know that I was wrong." As he said this similar memories passed through both of their minds. The day they first met, Optimus as Sec Ops newest recruit, Ultra as the sergeant overseeing his training. Their first patrol, which started with awkward silence but thanks to the indirect help of a Yellow Energon smuggler by the name Swindler, they began to understand one another. Over the years their bond would grow, Optimus would share his passion for history and the lessons it taught of freedom and justice, Ultra would come to see Optimus as one his only true friends and one of the few with whom he could share anything, and he truly trusted Optimus, both with his thoughts and his life. But than came that day. The day of Optimus' exit from Sec Ops. Both 'Bots pushed from their circuits, knowing better than to drag the past into the present for no reason. "It's alright Optimus," Ultra said, breaking the lengthening silence. "I think perhaps we can forgo a formal induction, but the Senate will be meeting today, if you will allow I will be outside, please join me when you're ready." With that and a slight nod, Ultra exited the chamber, the door sliding closed after him. For a brief moment a smile parted the lip components behind Optimus' face guard, in response to the awkwardly formal but endearing efforts of his friend. His earlier anger could hardly last now. And in it's absence came crushing grief.