thelastprime | Forever Open Optimus RP Post

[Starscream hadn't considered the consequences of screwing around with a strange Cybertronian portal on Earth until after he was sucked threw it and tossed out on the other side.

Where his jet mode form almost smacks into a certain red and blue semi-truck, but instead crashes into the ground nearby.

One day he'll learn to stop touching strange and mystical objects. That day was certainly not today.]

[Cyclonus didn't know why he liked the beach. A nice change of pace from staring out of windows? The way people liked to avoid it for some reason? Either way, it was a good place to stand and watch the waves gently lapping the sand, and the strange way the light hit the water. It was... peaceful. A kind of peace, one that he didn't get aboard the Lost Light. And sometimes, as much as he didn't mind the company of Tailgate or some of the others (although they would never know that), being alone was best.]

[What does it mean to redeem oneself? How can it be done when he had spent most of his life believing that he could do no wrong? As much as Megatron wants to change himself the same way he handles most of his problems- by charging in headfirst- he knows he cannot.

He is, no, was, Megatron: The fiercest and most ruthless being in the galaxy. It is no simple thing to go from that to... something else.

Megatron doesn't want to be Optimus. That's the most important thing here. He wishes to be something more, but he'd never want to be Optimus. There are some things he simply cannot measure up to.]

Ahhh Optimus...

[Megatron is kneeling on what remains of a ruined gladiatorial arena. Very few know the significance of this particular place. Quite conceivably, this is where it all began. In this particular arena so long ago. Who would have guessed that the meeting of two entirely different stories- the passionate Gladiator who lived life fighting to exist day in and day out, and the gentle Librarian who recognized the wrong in the world and attempted to right it- would end like this.

In a fit of mournful nostalgia, Megatron closes his eyes and tries to imagine what it was like back then. It doesn't take much before the memory of the cheering, chanting crowd and the snarl of his opponent comes back to him. His opponent's name and face are not important, only the way he died by Megatronus' hand.

Not long after that gladiator had died, Megatronus had his first meeting with Orion Pax, the mech who would change their entire destiny.]

Can you hear me Optimus? Orion?

You have always had this habit of being there when I needed you. I do not suppose that death will have changed that?

[He chuckles to himself.]

Look at what I have been reduced to, my old enemy. But you cannot say that it is the craziest thing I have done. I will persevere, as I have always done, but I could use some... guidance...

...Please...

[You don't...usually go out on a patrol and expect to see a jet (and one without a military paintjob and classification number) make landfall near you. Let alone one from an opening portal. The moment he heard it, his facemask slides into view, his eyes going from the calm and collected to stern and furrowed. Instinctively, his gun slid into formation as he walked closer.

Unfortunately for Starscream, close enough to see the Decepticon logo plastered to the topside of those wings.

Eyes narrow.]

Decepticon, state your business.

[It was cold, formal. That was all he was getting. They weren't DeceptiCONS for nothing. One always had to be on guard.]

[You'd be surprised how similar those reasons are to the Autobot Commander, Cyclonus. The beach had an odd sort of lure to it, perhaps because it was so secluded. And perhaps because it was unlike a lot of Cybertron's landscapes. Whatever they did have like this were Energon pools. Dangerous, but beautiful. Water was forgiving, it didn't react to as much.

Cleansing in a way.

As he approaches for his late night walk, he notices Cyclonus, pausing a moment. This one...while bearing the red badge of Decepticons in the form of optic colour, seemed to be anything but. He'd started to notice that when Cyclonus showed fondness for Tailgate. And without a badge showing his faction, it was even more decisive.

Cyclonus was not what he seemed on the surface.

It's a soft approach, to be sure. Almost amazing how the sand silences those heavy footsteps, as he makes his way towards him.]

It seems as if we had similar intentions tonight.

[His voice isn't accusing. In fact, it's got a hint of amusement as the larger bot makes his way beside him.]

[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.

[That voice, he knows that voice. Optimus Prime. It figures that he'd run straight into an Autobot.

Unless someone else had Prime's voice. His internal sensors were acting a bit scrambled from the crash.]

Oh you know ... I just was out for a stroll and for some reason slamming into the ground seemed like a wonderful idea. But let me assure you, pain is overrated.

[He slowly transforms, and tries to look more pitiful than he really was since Autobots don't tend to shoot defenseless people - enemies or not.]

[Now normally the DP System would be trying to land in a proper area upon re-entry into Earth's atmosphere, but something was wrong with it's systems. As the G.P.S. was wrong, and nothing made much sense to it.

That and the space plane, which is much too small to hold any people, had somehow ended up in the United States instead of Japan (and it's certainly not it's Earth, not that it is a aware of that yet). And happens to crash in the desert near Jasper, oddly enough this happens at the same time as a certain red and blue truck robot may be on patrol?

Who knows.]

[This... Earth was something to be desired. Ratchet himself wasn't all too fond of these humans in which that had joined up with. Agent Fowler and his team. While they were helpful, they could prove to be annoying whenever Fowler had a problem with their methods.

What could they do? They were far larger than some of these human structures. And they were so dainty and poorly build sometimes. But Ratchet was thankful, for the most part, to be inside the base for most of the time. The less he had to deal with humans.

Ratchet found himself tinkering with the computer, trying to pick up any Decepticon signals while the team was off for a energon source. Optimus, from what he knew, was off on one of his rides. It was times like this that Ratchet would think back to good old days. The days in which they weren't hiding on some small rock, having to keep themselves under the radar. While it was a smart choice, it made the medic frustrated sometimes. His hands groan as they ball into fists at the console, eyes idly glancing over data.]

[This place did not look like the sterile architecture and sickly purple sleek look of Dimension X, nor did it look like the wet tranquility of the sewers. It looked...flat, devoid of anything. It just stretched into an openness that extended beyond the horizon line.

He never had seen anything so wide and free...his sense of direction wavered like a broken compass. All that exist was the dirt and sparse green things needling into the air like hungry fingers for touch.

The sky had begun to grow dark and with it came the cold, something his reptilian body had not handled well. The alligator dragged himself to the road where he saw a vehicle, one unlike he had seen before. Though it looked big and primitive, but it certainly had the power most cars lacked.

A sight he must have been, a giant reptile out on the road in the middle of nowhere.]

[The humor is completely lost on the Prime, save for an eyebrow perk. He was unfamiliar with this Decepticon, and for it to speak so informally to him...

Well, okay, maybe that wasn't so strange. Most of them tended to do that anyway. Needless to say, his gun is held out, mainly for defensive purposes, but he steps back. To give the jet some space.]

I am afraid I do not know of you, Decepticon. But if your actions are malicious, I fear I must stop you here and now.

[Might as well get the formalities out of the way.]

[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.]

[Optimus had just happened to be out on patrol south of the Autobot base. Strangely enough to Nevada regulars, semi trucks in the deserts of Nevada were less likely to get spotted than a sports car would be. Funny, how that worked out. Then again, Jasper wasn't really known for it's high end vehicles.

But when the DP system shoots across the sky, Optimus's inner 'eyes' notice, finding it rather strange to have something pierce the atmosphere with such force. It wasn't your average meteor.

Without hesitation, he heads in the direction of the falling unidentified object. Something in his spark hoped that it would be of Autobot origin. Or anything other than Decepticon.

Only time would tell, as he approached the landing site.]

[Once Optimus approaches the site, he'll certainly see a sort of... jet? There, but it doesn't appear to have any kind of symbols on it to let him know if it is Autobot or Decepticon, but it's certainly alien in appearance.

But also ridiculously small, from nose to engines the jet is no bigger than 12 feet long and it certainly doesn't look like it's anything more than some kind of drone.

A well armed drone, judging by the cannons under the wings. But observations will have to wait as it starts to shift and move and...

Transform. It's back to Optimus, about all he can probably see once it's done shifting from Jet to Bipedal mode is whatever it is? When not a jet it's barely as tall as Arcee.]

[The sound of an engine growls at the entrance to their newly found base. A louder, more robust sound than a sports car or a motorcycle. It seems the leader, the commander of the Autobots was the first to report back. Optimus, of all people, very rarely took time for himself. He would scout for Energon late into the night, return at who knows what hour...

And whatever free time the Autobots were allowed to have, his was spent searching. Looking for any Autobot refugees, sending out signals. Making sure Decepticon activity was at it's low.

These drives...they were all he had sometimes. That and his talks with the medic. Despite his disgruntled nature towards everything, Optimus had a certain fondness for the medic. The one who'd stayed by his side for so long during the war. Loyalty like that was something else he treasured, just like his drives.

When the semi pulls into view, he immediately transforms, stepping over towards Ratchet's monitors to peer into them. Optimus was a bot of few words, but those he said held a lot of weight in conversation.]

Ratchet. Is there any news from the others? Or of refugees, for that matter.

[The semi watched the creature. And noticed just how out of place he seemed to be in this place. Toss the giant sentient alligator logic to the side a moment (and believe him, that was a huge red flag), alligators weren't technically wildlife of Nevada.

This one was bandaged, though, and seems to have a bipedal structure in comparison to the species he'd learned about on a quick scroll through the Earth's internet.

And when the creature approaches, he remains still. Waiting for it to make the first move. For now, he was nothing but a truck, abandoned on the roead.]

[Oh he hears that roar of an engine. There was no mistaking who it was, and he doesn't bother to glance back at the taller Autobot until he speaks, prodding a few more buttons on the console.

Ratchet lets a small sigh escape his vents as he looks over his shoulder at the Prime before facing him. His head shakes, shoulders slumping a fraction.]

I'm afraid not, Optimus. It's been quiet all day.

[Outwardly at least it was. His head had been buzzing with questions, comments, and exclamations about this rock in which they now took refuge on. Only until the other bot came in did the 'noise' quiet down.]

[Having little experience with cars and traffic etiquette, his first instinct is to challenge the piece of machinery.

Cause obviously something that big and mechanical meant some harm, right? Leatherhead arches his back, feet touches down on the ground, his throat going into a threatening rumble.]

Perhaps that is for the best.

[That would mean two things. One, that their own squad was completing their rounds as necessary. And two, that the Decepticons were laying low. A day without having to leap into a possible crisis for the planet was a day Optimus would take.

But he notices Ratchet's quizzical appearance, despite attempts to hide it. So he can't help but tilt his head in question.]

There is something troubling you, old friend.

[Starscream hears the remark before he fully glances up at Optimus.]

... And I thought I was the one who had the scrambled circuits how could you possibly not know -- wait there's something different about you.

[But he shrugs off that second thought and goes to stand up despite the weapon aimed at him. It's not like he's going to attempt to attack Optimus Prime while he's full and alert to his presence (he's not stupid.)]

Not that I care, being the evil Decepticon and all. But really? Starscream ring any bells? Terrible, powerful, and simply completely outstanding Lieutenant of the Decepticons?

Forever Open Optimus RP Post

i am just making stuff up as i go along

Ink City-verse because reasons

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oh gosh I'm sorry.

H-Hope you don't mind, Pre-Series-ish??

doing regular gator version

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I DONT MIND AT ALL 8DDD

oh no this is going to be feelingsy

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