thelastprime | Forever Open Optimus RP Post

[Guidance. It was one thing that seemed to come so naturally to Primes. They offered their knowledge, which was passed down by so many before them, and expected nothing but for them to use that knowledge int eh way it was intended. Many people had been touched by it in one way or another, from Arcee to even those of the human race. From those of the Decepticon footsoldiers to the deaf ears of Unicron.

But alas, the sun had risen and fallen over the time of the Primes. And it had ended with Optimus, when he had merged with Primus himself in Cybertron's very core. That knowledge had returned to it's source, and with it, any and all who had or would have carried it.

It was left for the people to decide, instead of him. A commander. But perhaps...not all was lost.

Among the millions of new sparks that erupted out of the Well of Allsparks, one seemed to hesitate. One that saw all of his past comrades looking up at him...them. It felt weightless, free from all the burden the Matrix had put on him at such a dire time. Before he could find a body to rejoin his brothers, perhaps in secret, he heard something.

A soft call of his name.

Can you hear me Optimus? Orion?

...Please...

That voice was all too familiar to him. Even without a processor, he could recognize it within milliseconds. And as the sparks rushed out across the sky, so did he, leaving the Autobots behind. And thus...made a beeline for the source of the voice.

Call it instinct, but perhaps it was something more. A need beyond the physical.

It led him to an old Gladitorial arena. And while the spark may not recognize that, being still a 'newborn' in some cases, it knows the source of the voice is here. The one who so desperately called out to him. And there, in the center of the arena, sat the fallen warrior. Kneeling where he once reigned, like a fallen King.

The spark erratically flies over his head, hovering there a moment, as if waiting to catch Megatron's attention.

It's been quite the journey, old friend.]

[Truth be told, Megatron isn't sure if he had expected an answer or not. There are so many mysterious things in the universe that he has learned that literally anything is possible. But, at the same time, not everyone can do the impossible.

He never should have doubted Optimus, not even for a moment.

His optics follow the dancing spark for several long moments before holding out his hand, quietly beckoning the spark to come closer.]

A journey, you say? I would call it something else.

I have fought a war my entire life, it is all I know.

...

As you are, Optimus, my old enemy, do you recognize this arena?

[It was his best trait, he'd been told. His longevity through everything that had transpired in his life.

The spark's erratic behavior calms, slowly moving closer and closer to the giant, minuscule in comparison. It seems to shiver, at the comment Megatron makes. Of course, Megatron would go for something more elaborate than a 'journey'. An epic conquest, perhaps.

But even then, they always boil down to their simplest form. Like a Prime boiling down to a simple spark, no different than the rest.

A journey, indeed.

...

But at the question, the spark zips back to life, taking a glance around the arena. It's memories were still fresh, still developing. It'd only just begun to recognize people, voices. So a place like this...

It was proving to be a challenge. The spark turns around, heading in the other direction, as if trying to place something. It's familiar...it's definitely familiar.

An arena. For fighting.]

Yes. For fighting.

I fought several gladiator matches within this arena, many of them my first. But that is not what makes it so significant to you and me. It is here where Orion Pax and I first met, and where he first saw me kill a mech with my bare hands. I imagine that he could have left right then, but instead he chose to approach me.

In other words: This is where it all began.

[He sighs and bows his head again, his fingers digging into the rusty ground.]

I wonder if it is fate that the war had not destroyed this arena entirely.

[The tiny spark travels, making a few laps around the circumfrence of the arena. Yes...Yes. It was here!

The gladatorial pits of Kaon.

The flight path of the spark is a little more erractic once again, as if happy. Excited. Everything had started here, hadn't it? Slowly, piece by piece the gaps of his memory were filling in. From the very start.

I am Orion Pax. I was here to see those gladiator matches.

The spark sinks back down, next to Megatron's shoulder, as calm and serene as he'd always been. The one constant every Cybertronian had, no matter what form.

This...was where it all started.]

You were a librarian who came to talk to me after I said something that drew your interest. You wanted to do something when others would not. From the moment we first talked, I respected that about you, even if I did think you were a bit foolish and naive.

[Megatron watches the spark dance around and an unfamiliar feeling warms his spark. There's something about that particular spark that makes him feel... happy. Content. When the spark drifts closer, he reaches up and gently cups his hand around it, being careful not to actually the lifeforce.]

You could not ignore the injustices of the world any more than I could.

[The spark practically shivers after that little quip. Although it was merely a ball of light, it was easy to see exactly what it was projecting in terms of emotion. This? This was laughter. A chuckle.

Naive...perhaps. But without experience, everyone is. And that's what he'd gained on this journey, hadn't he? Through the hardship of everything...peace was found. Respect was gained.

Alliances were torn and rebuilt.

And now...everything could repair itself. Like a machine that can adapt. Change.

When those hands cup around it, the spark shivers with anticipation, followed by a slight bounce.

We were alike, you and I.]

Alike in the same way that the dark and the light are similar.

[He says, watching the light from the spark bounce off his fingers. It's tempting to actually touch it, to stroke it, but even Megatron knows better.]

You and I were born opposites. That was what drove us onward, and how we worked so well when we finally met.

Despite everything, I do not regret meeting you, Orion.

[It seems to settle itself in his hand, like a snowflake that won't melt, or a firefly. He must put a lot of trust in Megatron, even after all these years and all this suffering.

To him, he's learned enough. Healing can begin, no matter how slow.

I never regretted it either.

You were merely lost, old friend.]

No. Do not make excuses for me Orion Pax.

I do not deserve any of it. The fate that ultimately awaits me when I die is one I have worked hard to earn. It is sobering to know that I you and I will never meet again.

It is difficult to process when my entire life has revolved around our conflict.

[The spark lifts up slightly, to be level with Megatron's eyesight. It seems to hover there for awhile, as if surveying the scars that adorned the once-warlord's helm.

There are some things that not even Unicron and Primus can keep apart.

The spark seems to have faith, twirling around Megatron's head a moment, then around his arms, weaving through them.

Orion...seemed confident. Ever the optimist.]

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