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Chapter One
Elita-One held the bathing suit up to her cold, metal exterior. "Mmm," she uttered, nodding her head in approval at her reflection in a full-length mirror. The modest suit's spring yellow color went well with her pink and white complexion.
Satisfied, she tossed the garment over her shoulder and onto the floor of her hotel room. Instantly, her roommate Moonracer rushed to retrieve the fallen swimsuit. "Oh, Elita!" she clucked. "It'll get wrinkled!"
Elita-One waved her hand in dismissal at the seaweed green Transformer. "Hush, child. It's no matter."
Moonracer bit her lip and held the yellow fabric to her breast. "Whatever you say," she mumbled as she reclined onto one of the room's two energizing beds.
Elita-One did not give much thought to her wardrobe for the annual Miss Autobot Beauty Pageant. She had won the pageant every year for the past five million years, and she was certain that another win was in the bag. After all, her longtime boyfriend – Optimus Prime – was the sole judge. And it would be her last year to compete. Ah, in just two weeks, she would no longer be a Miss but a Missis. Mrs. Prime, that is!
Admittedly, Elita-One would miss the pageant's bright lights, flashy costumes, and the elaborate musical numbers. But she would gladly give up this trivial glamour for the love of her life, Optimus Prime.
Out of nowhere, Moonracer sighed, "You're so lucky, Elita."
Elita rolled her bright blue eyes and growled impatiently, "What are you going on about now?"
"I said that you're lucky. That's all."
"I got that. But why am I lucky?"
Moonracer giggled. "Sometimes you can be so clueless."
"Look who's talking."
"Hey!" Moonracer sat upright in bed and glared at her playfully. "Elita, you're… You're… You're just lucky. I don't know how else to phrase it. You're the reigning beauty queen, and you're getting married to the most eligible robotic bachelor in the galaxy."
"Did you know that it will be the first Transformer marriage?" asked Elita, raising her head proudly.
Moonracer clapped her hands in excitement. "Oh, you'll be making history!"
"Indeed, I will. And you can bet that there will be many more changes when I am queen."
"But you've been Miss Autobot for five million years. I mean, you have glamorized the pageant over the years, but there haven't been that many changes…"
"Shush! I meant when I am Queen of the Autobots!"
Confused, Moonracer scratched her head. "Autobots don't have a queen, or a king, for that matter."
Elita raised her arms in frustration. "Can't you see that monarchy is the answer?"
"The answer to what?"
"We've been living in a galaxy of instability for far too long. It's time that our people depend on something," she explained. "And that something will be the Autobots' golden couple, King Optimus and Queen Elita."
Moonracer smiled weakly but said nothing. She wondered if Optimus Prime was aware that his fiancée was delusional.
