Prologue
It was finally done. Optimus Prime, once Orion Pax, had been restored to full strength. And Team Prime was celebrating, of course their Leader was resting, Prime's didn't party after all. But, for the rest of the Team, it was a momentous occasion.
A victory, which was rare these days as they always seemed on the back heel of the Cons.
Each of them celebrated in their own ways, Bee and Bulkhead were lobbing, Arcee was taking a light recharge, Ratchet was working on one of his own inventions and the Kids played video game tournaments while the two adult humans conversed.
But for one of them, the festive smile and bright cheer was a facade.
Miko Nakadai.
She had recently received word from her home in Japan. Her family was well known and very wealthy, as such, her Father and Mother informed her that she had been Betrothed to another. He came from another well off family in Tokyo and as soon as she came back she was to marry him.
This was what she was trying to avoid.
Ever since she was a little girl she's been avoiding the subject and now, now she had no choice in the matter. Her parents were always so pushy and self-interested in their public image.
Now, she was going to be married off and forgotten.
She wasn't planning on staying in America longer than her program allowed.
But now, she had no choice.
She was no one's bride, no one's wife, no one's anything!
As she laid to rest that night, she smiled to herself. Bulkhead would help her stay, along with Agent Fowler. She just needed the right words and the right time, she didn't know when.
But, she never got the chance as a darkness consumed her and whisked her off to a Land of Darkness.
He had failed. Optimus Prime had been restored right under his ped by that Human. Jackson Darby, he acted just like that foolish Prime, he saw some much of Orion Pax in the boy.
He would need to be rid of that pest.
Megatron vented silently, the drones on the bridge were stiff and quiet. They felt the dark aura coming off their leader and knowing only one small thing would set him off was a terrifying prospect.
Airachnid approached from behind, "Master, what is our next move?"
"Not now, Airachnid." He said sharply, maneuvering around the spider femme and exiting the bridge.
To be plainly to himself, he was exhausted.
The lies he weaved to keep Orion subdued drained him, the fight drained him. Everything seemed to drain his energy these days, the war had gone on for so long he forget the simple joys of peace times. When things, Energon and bots were plentiful.
He wished nothing more then a ending.
Any ending would do, even if he was defeated, it would be a ending. This war, it was curse that dragged all Sparks down. More so on Megatron then everyone else on this crew.
He would never say these things out loud, not even to Soundwave, his sole confidante.
He finally came to his quarters, it was slightly bigger than the others but was bare and plain. He slumped down on the berth, his strong posture reduced to that of a untrained soldier, one who had seen horrors still. His optics dimmed, the energy leaving the former gladiator.
He fell back and soon fell into a deep sleep, but as before, the tendrails reached out of the shade and took the mech to a Land of Darkness.
Let the Games, begin.