Legends: Optimus Prime
By Tony “Thunder”
Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth it. The
pain, the killing, the death and destruction that this conflict between our two
sides has caused. Its a vicious cycle that feeds upon itself as it goes. Is
killing in the name of peace worth the price of our innocence?
I mull the matter over in my mind, gazing at the night
sky and taking in the silent beauty of the stars beyond. I haven’t had the
opportunity to do that in quite a while. It’s funny how we take the simple
things in life for granted sometimes.
Beautiful. And more then that, peaceful. Perhaps that’s why it means so much to
me here and now. I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve known peace in
my own life...
It would be my time to walk among them soon
enough. I hadn’t been off-world in some time and I looked forward to my upcoming
expedition. We had worked hard to keep the Decepticons from finding out our
plans and I was reasonably confident we wouldn’t have to worry about their
interference in our operation.
“Prime!” I turned slightly
at the summons. “Glad I found ya. I’ve been lookin’ all
Ironhide. One of the oldest of my warriors and one
from whom I’d learned a lot in my time. It’s safe to say without comrades such
as Ironhide, Alphatrion and Kup I likely wouldn’t have become the warrior I am.
Certainly not the Supreme Commander of the Autobots.
“What do you have to report?” I asked.
loaded and ready to go,” he replied. “Trailbreaker and Bluestreak are checkin
everything against the manifest. Shouldn’t be too much longer. Wheeljack and his
team are doing the pre-flight checks.”
“There were no
“Nothin serious. Our sentries haven’t reported
any activity out of Polyhex either. Looks like the Decepti-chomps are none the
I nod. “That’s good news. The stakes are high
enough without Megatron’s interference in our plans.” I find my gaze drifting to
the night sky once more. “Let me know when we’re ready to
“You got it,” I hear him say. He takes a step
then stops. “Is there something else?”
“Are you alright,
Prime?” he asks. “You seem a bit distracted, if you don’t mind muh
He doesn’t miss much, I’ll give him that. That’s
likely why he’s survived as long as he has. “I was just lost in thought,” I tell
him. “It seems like I don’t get much time to myself
He nodded. “The Prime is the greatest of us,
they say. That goes as much for his burdens as well as it does for his
strengths.” He tapped me lightly on the shoulder. “Enjoy your time while ya can,
I watched him turn and move down the spiral
staircase beyond the balcony before turning back. He was a good soldier and a
good comrade. They all were. All of them looked up to me and respected me as
They all believed in me, believed that I
was the wisest and most powerful among them. If only they knew my secret fears,
would they still find me such an icon of strength? I suspect not, but then I
know the role I am to play and I accept it even though it is merely an image and
not the truth.
I was taught long ago by my mentor that
people respect confidence first and knowledge second. This has proven true time
and again in my life. Even now, when I have time to meditate on the matter, I
feel like I’m not worthy of the honor and responsibility that has been granted
me. But I understand too well that someone needs to lead our people and I can be
confident and charismatic when needed.
of the Autobots. I had done well for a minor dock technician from Iacon. All
those years ago...so long now, I had started out as Orion Pax, a simple mech
with simple dreams. I knew nothing of galactic conquest, mass extermination or
the horrors of warfare.
I lived my life in blissful
ignorance, performing my duties day in and day out, making sure my small
contribution to the Cybertronian supply system was executed competently. In my
off time, I enjoyed the companionship of my one love, Ariel. She was everything
I loved in life–smart, beautiful and full of a fiery spirit which could never be
Our kind were set apart from most of the other
species we had encountered upon entering the bigger mosaic of our galaxy. They
were predominantly organic, set in two flavors: male and female. The two sexes
serving some sort of biological necessity for further propagation of their
respective species. Cybertronians were of a mechanical nature and therefore
gender was not required for multiplying our numbers. Despite that, over time our
kind also took on masculine and feminine traits–mostly due to interacting with
the organic species and acquiring a desire to be able to better relate to them
and their unique ways of life.
It was with this in mind
that I was designed with a male nature and I had met Ariel, a partner of
feminine attributes. By our times, several eons had passed and the male/female
dynamic had fully permeated our own society.
many wonderful years together, virtually inseparable. I loved her dearly and I
know she felt the same about me. Those were some of the best times of my life
and I have seen very little since that can compare to the sheer joy I
There is a saying among the Elders,
that nothing good lasts forever... and so too was my time with Ariel numbered. I
wish sometimes that I had knew the end was coming so that I could have
appreciated our time together even more. And yet, I know rationally that I
likely would have done little different even if I had known at the
As I lingered under Ariel’s enchantment, the world
was changing. The benevolent Cybertron I had always known and loved had
succumbed to uncertainty and chaos. No one knew exactly where or how it had all
started, but the world began a long descent into something else. Something
darker. Crime became rampant. The economy dipped into recession. The few
off-worlders present on Cybertron became scapegoats for all of our society’s
ills. But all that was merely the start...
movement seemed to emerge out of nowhere, drawing large numbers to it’s ranks by
advocating quick answers for our problems. If there was crime, wipe it out. If
the aliens present were subverting our society, ban them from Cybertron
altogether. Naturally, this mentality appealed to many of the mob–simple
mechanoids that lead simple lives and did not consider the broader implications
of such brash action.
The High Council was forced into
expanding it’s security forces greatly in those years, combating the street
violence harshly, trying desperately to keep order at all cost. Of course, we
had heard about the unrest and even seen some of the effects first-hand. But I
was confident the
Council knew what steps to take to maintain the peace and
in my ignorance, I was not vigilant to the danger that lurked all about me.
One night as Ariel and I walked home from work, we were
besieged by a group of miscreants–whom I would later learn were Decepticon
initiates. I tried valiantly to defend Ariel but she would have none of it and
joined me in our futile attempt to combat our attackers. I managed to subdue two
of them before I was taken by surprise from behind. I succumbed to a stun stick
and collapsed to the ground. Ariel turned in time to see me as I fell and that
was when one of the attackers revealed his weapon. He shot her several times and
I watched helplessly as she succumbed to her wounds and dropped. That was my
last memory before shutdown and I wasn’t certain why they hadn’t finished me as
well. It turns out that Council security had arrived moments later and pacified
most of them while two escaped their assault. I was told later by one of the
medical technicians that Ariel’s wounds had been too severe, her laser core
fiercely damaged in the fight and her spark extinguished as a
I was devastated. It took several months before I
could think clearly and not fixate on Ariel, our life together and the
circumstances of her death. But with time, I was able to think clearly and I
decided I’d had to choose a side in the escalating conflict. The Decepticons had
been responsible for what happened to Ariel and it didn’t take much to realize
they had to be stopped permanently or their entire group could take our world to
I underwent a voluntary upgrade and joined the
enlisted wing of the Council security forces, determined to put a stop to the
I threw myself into the fighting,
unconcerned by the fact that the conflict was getting worse and worse with time.
Each Decepticon I killed or apprehended was one less threat loose to wreak havoc
The fighting reached a boiling point with a
terrorist bombing of the Transyech Terminal in Lower Iacon. With the bombing, it
seemed a certainty that the Decepticons had finally declared their intentions
openly and war was inevitable.
Not long after, the
Decepticon Leader Teryhex disappeared and a new warrior named Megatron replaced
him. It was never revealed for a certainty but we suspected Teryhex had been
assassinated to make way for this new leader. Megatron had more charisma and
cunning then his predecessors. Where they had advocated violence and revolution,
Megatron seemed in favor of using the political process open to him to advance
their cause. Gradually, the threat of war eased and for some years it seemed
like peace would prevail.
If only the Council had realized
their folly... Megatron had no intention of restoring the peace, he had merely
been biding time while his followers worked in secret, recruiting more and more
warriors to their cause and making plans for all out war. Finally, the time came
and he lured our commander, Sentinel Prime, to the Council headquarters in Iacon
under the guise of signing a peace treaty. Instead, he assassinated Prime and
most of the Council, leaving our leadership in ruins and decimating our ability
to coordinate a retaliation before his forces could sweep the
It worked too well and the Decepticons nearly took
Cybertron in the years that followed. The enlisted forces were reorganized as
the main body and took on the name Autobots while the remaining Council Elite
protected what was left of our Council Elders against further aggression.
It went that way for years, while we fought a desperate
guerilla war against the Decepticons. To read the historical texts now, it makes
it seem like I singlehandedly organized the Autobots and forced the Decepticons
back. But that is a oversimplification of the events that followed.... in
reality, there were several commanders at that time and without all of our
efforts, Cybertron would have been lost to tyranny eons ago. No one ever
mentions the contributions of Ultra Magnus, Fortress Maximus, Xaaron, Grimlock
and dozens of others that helped keep the fires burning in those dark early
There is another in need of mention, but his
contribution was so important to my life that I felt he needed separate mention
here. Alphatrion. My mentor, my advisor and my friend. Without him, I could
never have become the leader that I am today–more likely, I would’ve been dead
long ago in the early days of the war. Alphatrion was ancient even when I first
met him and he never gave me a satisfactory answer as to his origins--but that
was of little consequence. His strategic council and wisdom enlightened me in
ways I never thought possible. If Ariel taught me about love, then Alphatrion
taught me about power. He taught me to respect my troops and trust in them like
a warrior trusts his instincts during battle. He showed me that being confident
and instilling it in others was far more valuable then anything else. He showed
me many of the ancient secrets of our world–such as Vector Sigma and the Matrix.
He taught me to shine brightly in darkest night...
came a time when the factions of the Autobots united further and the varied
commanders elected me as their Supreme Commander, the new Prime. Alphatrion was
also instrumental in getting the varied voices of the resistance to place their
faith in me when I was not certain I was the correct choice. When I took on our
sacred vessel, the Creation Matrix, I was upgraded further, taking on my
strongest form ever and the one I hold even now.
almost seemed as if Alphatrion had been grooming me for that one purpose all
along, guiding me along my path until I reached my ultimate destiny. Was I his
personal choice or was there some sort of grand mystical purpose behind it I did
not comprehend? Whatever his reasoning, I will never know it. Not long after I
was appointed, he simply disappeared. No search anywhere was able to locate him
again. Some feared the worst but given his nature, it is entirely possible he
had felt his purpose fulfilled and retreated to some haven unknown to all but
I will never be able to thank him for what he has
done for me and indeed, all of our people. I feel disappointed sometimes that he
will never know my gratitude and yet, other times I think that wherever he is he
must already know.
I hear footfalls behind me and turn.
It’s Prowl, my
“Is it time?” I
He nods. “Time to go,” he replies.
I glance back at the cybernetic landscape about me one
last time then turn to leave.
Eons of warfare... at best,
we have held back the Decepticons from conquering our home world and fulfilling
their goals of galactic domination. Not a victory, but a worthy endeavor
I follow Prowl down to the deck and the
enormous golden structure that lay beyond.
Now I must go
to defend this world from a cosmic danger worse then any it has ever faced
before. Our world’s rogue orbit has taken us into the path of an asteroid belt
and if someone doesn’t act, the planet will be decimated. We have constructed an
enormous vessel, the Ark, to carry us into danger so that we might be
able to clear our world a safe path in advance.
Is it all
worth it? In the grand scheme of things, I believe it is. Megatron is wrong–we
should be working with our celestial neighbors, striving for a greater peace not
warring with them. Looking for commonality, not focusing on
Until that day, until are one, I will never
stop. The Decepticons must not be allowed to succeed, no matter what. I will
fight until the last flare of my spark to make sure they are destroyed. We must
fight, to bring peace and justice to our world. To remind our people what honor
and peace are, for they have been too long without.
time to get to work...
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