What Lead Me Here?
Sequel to 'A Prime Can Only Dream' This story is told through the point of view of Optimus Prime's sparkmate Elita-One as she scours the Galaxies with soldiers and refugees looking for Energon as well as fleeing the Decepticons after Cybertron has been drained of life.
Here she recounts her days as a normal femme on Cybertron, her mate's transformation into a Prime and how she became the fearless Commander of the Autobot Femmes.
Note: The character Nightslash belongs to Tyroth Darkstorm, a very serious Transformers Fan and fellow writer. You can find the artwork for Nightslash on his Deviant Art Page.
Chapter One
A Giant lone refugee ship flew through the starry blackness of an unknown Galaxy, floating on silently, unknowing of it's destination or even it's path.
At the front, a lone figure stood at the glass, looking out across the stars, a tall pink femme bot with some purple and silver details on her armour placed her servo on the glass tracing shapes on it.
It had been such a long journey for her, long, exhausting and draining, both physically and mentally.
Since a long war on the Planet Cyberton they called home, she had been carrying many refugees as well as soldiers.
They had been trawling the galaxies, unknowing of where they were going, or even where they would end up. Though she was the leader, their saviour, even she had no answers for their questions they often fired at her.
"Please, tell us where we're going!"
"Will we see our planet alive again?"
"Where is Optimus Prime?"
"Please...Elita One, please tell us you have some answers!
All those words rang in Elita One's head as she looked out of the window, she wasn't sure how much more she could take.
Luckily she had her Femme Regiment to back her up, they often had to step in to stop the many questions firing at her, and keep everyone calm.
Right now she had retired to her quarters after an incident involving a fight between some refugees and a Predacon she had saved back on Cybertron.
Flashback
"I'm so sorry to drag you away Commander, but she won't listen to anyone except you."
"I understand Chromia." said Elita as she walked with her second in command, a light blue and silver femme.
"No matter how hard I tried, me and the others couldn't stop her outburst." Chromia continued "We have to stop her before someone gets hurt."
They walked at a quick pace through the corridors of the ship until they got a place where shouts and blasts as well as roars and growls could be heard.
Elita walked on ahead and opened the large doors, only to be confronted with the sight of crowds of Autobots, mech and femme alike rioting.
Some were protesting to stop the commotion, whilst others yelled encouragement.
As the Pink Commander entered the room, many standing nearby saw her and immediately ceased their shouting and jumped back out of respect for her, whilst others who didn't notice her were shoved aside.
She soon came to the middle of the room to see a robotic panther with wings on it's back roaring and growing and it's yellow optics glowing brightly with such fire it scared off any Autobot that dared stand in it's way.
Elita winced, as it wasn't the first time an incident like this happened.
"Nightslash!" she shouted "Cease your Attack!"
Her command was enough to make everyone in the room fall silent, and they all stood to attention and those who were shouting encouragement looked guilty as well as afraid of the consequences.
The Winged Panther Bot stopped growling and turned to Elita, and at once it knelt down and started to transform into a tall black, red and yellow Femme-bot.
"Nightslash." Elita said in a calmer tone as she walked over to her and the Femme bowed her head almost ashamed.
"Elita..." she said in a broken voice "I...I'm sorry..."
Elita sighed as she walked over to the kneeling femme and placed a servo on her shoulder.
The two had shared a history during the height of the war on Cybertron.
Nightslash had been the result of an experiment of the Decepticon Scientists, lead by one of Megaton's most sadistic scientists Shockwave.
During the war, the labs were destroyed and Nightslash had been wandering the planet wondering about her purpose and learning about the Bots that waged battle around her.
Throughout the whole battle, she had learnt the different causes of their fighting and took it upon herself to fight the Decepticons and she soon met Elita One who saved her from some Flyer Decepticons.
Such an act by the Femme Commander earned the Predacon's trust and she trained under her guidance and was offered a place with the Autobot Femmes to fight for their planet.
But not everyone had been welcoming to the Predacon, and even though Elita had given orders that Nightslash was to be treated as an equal, many distrusted her because of her being an experiment of the Decepticons and a Predacon and this incident was a cause of it.
"Elita...I couldn't stop...they made me so angry..." Nightslash sobbed "I couldn't control my rage."
"Nightslash." Elita said calmly "Go with Chromia, I will talk to you later."
Nightslash nodded and stood up before walking over to Chromia who held out her servo to the Predacon to reluctantly took it and walked out of the room with her.
After watching Chromia lead Nightslash away, Elita turned to the crowd, her optics blazing.
"Tell me!" she ordered "What lead to this commotion? And speak quickly!"
End Flashback
It had been such a draining experience, not that it always hadn't been, but this was almost pushing her to the limit.
It had turned out some immature Mechs had provoked Nightslash and caused her to loose her temper.
Two of the culprits were the twin bots, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker which wasn't surprising to Elita.
As great and fearless fighters they were, they were so immature and childish when not on the battlefield.
They had been given a few scratches on their armour by Nightslash's claws much to their despair and Elita One had given them and the other bots responsible six hours in the Ship's brig.
Nightslash had also been put into solitary confinement until she was calm, yet Elita promised her that she wasn't angry at the Predacon, but that she wanted her to try and keep her temper in check and that she and the other femmes would be there to help her.
Placing her servos on her head and taking a few breathes, she tried to calm herself, she didn't know how Optimus would have coped in such a situation. Maybe a lot more controlled due to his position as a Prime, but with him so far away searching for Energon with his soldiers and fighting Megatron she knew her responsibility was those who were still alive after such a horrific and brutal war.
She felt so lonely without him, and every day that passed, she longed for his touch, and the sound of his voice, but she couldn't let her feelings get in the way of her position, she had a duty to do, as much as he did.
Though she wasn't a Prime like him, her responsibilities and position with her Femmes equalled that of one.
"What lead me here?" she whispered "So much happened to change our lives, we had hoped things on Cybertron would change for the better after Optimus voiced his opinions to the Council, but what happened was the exact opposite of what he wanted, what we all wanted..."
She rested back against the wall and stared at the stars outside the window as her memories began to come back to her, the happier days of a normal Femme at the Halls of Iacon, and her years with the Mech she loved, until it all changed...
Well, that's the first chapter, as best as I could write Elita One.
Hope you enjoyed it, and stay tuned for another chapter coming soon!