A Resurfacing Past
Chapter 1:
Arcee's POV
It was another average day at base. We had patrol scouting for energon, took down a few cons, and went after an Iacon relic. We were all tired, including Optimus. Bulk was talking to Bee about what it was like during the golden age of Cybertron. I sighed, thinking about the days that we didn't have the burden of war on our shoulders, the days that I spent living in a peaceful Iacon. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Miko tapping my foot. "What is it Miko?" I asked cocking my head a little. "We were wondering if you could tell us what it was like on Cybertron before the war. We heard Bulk talking about it a while ago, but when we asked him he just shook his head and left." Miko said hopefully. "Why me?" I asked aloud. "Well, Bulk won't tell us, Bee was born when the war broke out, Ratchet and Optimus are a little distant these days, so you were the only one left to ask" she responded with a hopeful smile. "Well if you want a story you should ask Optimus, he probably had the most exciting life of us all. She replied with a cheerful ok and left.
I followed her out of curiosity, wanting to know more of Optimus's past. By the time I got there Miko had already persuaded Optimus to tell her and the rest of the team about his past. Everyone was in the command room. He started his story with a sigh, "Many eons ago my parents and I moved from Praxus to Iacon. I was then known as Orion Pax." he began his eyes shining with the fond memories of his childhood. I gasped and everyone gave me a weird look. I covered my mouth and motioned for him to go on. "I was only a 3 stellar-cycles old when we moved so I don't remember much of Praxus, he stated continuing his story. We moved because my sire got a job in the Iacon hall of records. When I was 8 stellar-cycles old my carrier was murdered by a gang of psychopath killers. My sire couldn't raise me alone, and afterwards he fell into depression and committed suicide. I was an orphan, I was taken in by one of my dad's friends Alpha Trion. He became somewhat of a father to me. I never really accepted him as a father but rather a guardian and a mentor. Like my father I shared his interest in Cybertron's past, and like him I wanted a more just like him I wanted a just society. Alpha Trion helped me fulfil my curiosity by giving me full access to all the files in the Iacon hall of records. By then I had started going to an Orphanage school. I didn't want to go to a regular school because I was afraid people would pick on me because I didn't have parents. At the orphanage school I made two very close friends Nightshadow, and his younger sister, Emerald. Emerald was an emerald green femme with sky blue highlights. She looked exactly like Arcee, but with different colors.
Emerald was 4 stellar-cycles younger than me, and Nightshadow was my age. We were very close friends. But over the years Emerald and I grew closer and closer and eventually became lovers. BY the time Nightshadow had gone to fight in the army, his lifelong dream. Then I met Megatronus, he reminded me a lot of Nightshadow. He had the same fiery determination and would do anything even fight for what he believes, but Nightshadow was a little different too he was caring, and sympathetic. Sometimes what he believed in wasn't the right thing to believe in. During those times Emerald and I would have to steer him the right way. He was understanding and placed all his choices in our hands. But eventually Megatronus lost his way. When he left to the dark side he took Nightshadow with him. We eventually had to fight him. In the end Emerald had to kill her own brother to save me and thee orphans inside the orphanage we were supposed to protect. She hated the sight of someone dying because of her. So she left to become a medic. That's when I met Ratchet. We quickly became friends. Ione night when I was sleeping I had a dream that I had to journey to the very core of Cybertron. I left a note for her telling her where I was going. I didn't see the note she left me saying that she was going to the sea of rust to answer a distress call. What she didn't know was that the distress call was a trap and …." He was unable to finish his word as he was swallowed my grief. "and there was a report saying that she was dead and she had written a note saying that she wanted her remains shot into space and they did." I finished for him guiltily. " How did you know," he asked with a shocked expression. " Because I'm Emerald" I said guiltily.