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...

[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.]

[It had taken quite a bit of preparation to finally get to this moment. There must have been endless dozens of lanterns - tiny by Cybertronian proportions, but about the size of a large desk to a human, sitting on a placemat over the beach.]

[Rodimus stood kneeled over one of them, trying to figure out the best way to illuminate the thing without setting the whole lantern on fire. He held it in his hand, manipulating it and rotating it impatiently.]

[He still doesn't understand why they had to be made of paper. There's far less flammable materials out there okay?]

[The Autobot's arrival on Earth hadn't been met with an especially warm reception. It'd been a few hours since they'd been put into the warehouses that were serving as holding cells until it'd been decided whether or not they could be trusted, and aside from the occasional face passing by a window, no one had made themselves known to them.

[After what must have seemed like a small eternity of waiting, the door opened, and someone stepped through. He was dressed somewhat ... differently to the others. He wasn't wearing army fatigues or a lab coat, but rather a costume with colors similar to the Prime's own, with a red "S" emblazoned on his chest.]

Optimus Prime?

[There wasn't any fear or hostility in his voice. He was hear to talk.]

i am just making stuff up as i go along

Ink City-verse because reasons

no subject

oh gosh I'm sorry.

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

doing regular gator version

WE'RE GONNA FINALLY DO THESE FUCKIN LANTERNS

The thing we talked about