Prime Rising
Orion Pax didn't know what to think. He had not expected the drastic change in Megatronus, now calling himself Megatron. What surprised himself even more was the shocking amount of respect the council gave him upon hearing his request to change the way things are run. They called him a Prime. His body shuttered at the thought of such a title, which had not been given out since before his creation. Such an honor, was a above him. He did not deserve it.
Orion stepped down into the tunnels beneath the city, finding himself traveling deeper and deeper within Cybertron. These tunnels, marked by ions of dust and destruction, were once the passages thought to lead to Cybertron's core, the heart of Primus. No one had seen it or at least told of it. Rumors and legends of course rang out across Cybetronian history, echoing the lost world beneath the surface.
With each step, Orion felt a cringe in his system. Such hallowed halls and he was traveling through them for the first time in centuries, him a lowly clerk. He sighed, looking around. Darkness and shadows, dancing along the walls of the tunnel system. Eventually, he stumbled in the darkness, slipping down and tumbling down the hall.
He lifted himself, glancing up.
"By the All Spark," panted Orion, sitting up.
It was the Core. All the stories, legends, rumors, they were all true! He sat before it, the heart of Cybertron. He kneeled, feeling the power and pulsing. It felt wrong, broken, sick. Megatron, Orion thought with a sigh. He had poisoned the Core, in hopes of ruling the planet in return for the cure. That was why he was here after all, to help, to heal. There had to chance.
"Primus, I am sorry for the wrong done to you…" whispered Orion. "If only I could heal your pain."
A light shone from the center of the Core, glittering outward. It stretched across the gap, shining Orion in a glowing spot light. He lifted his head, feeling the presence of something higher. It lifted him up, pulling him in. The softest whisper was growing louder, more defined.
"Orion Pax…" it echoed.
"Primus?" gasped Orion.
"You…are worthy…"
The Core opened, releasing something from its center. Orion felt his chest open, revealing a pocket for something. The object from the Core's center turned from its light form into the legendary Matrix. Orion felt awestruck. The Matrix, which he had only heard from legend, was bestowed upon those worthy of the title Prime. He was truly worthy?
He felt the Matrix merge with his system. It was like a pulse through him, beating with his spark. Everything changed as thoughts raced through his processor. Memories, history, knowledge. This is what it meant to be a Prime.
His feet touched down on land. Without thinking otherwise, he returned to the surface. Megatron had not killed the Core, but simply gave it a means of fighting back. Due to Megatron's action, he had successfully given Orion the title that he wanted most. Prime. The name Orion Pax was gone, along with the meek clerk of Iaon. He more now, though he had not asked for it. He was a leader, though he would prefer it had not been over an army. He was Optimus Prime, the last Prime of Cybertron.