Summary: What if the Decepticons weren't the evil beings they seem to be? What if Optimus was the mastermind behind the evil on Cybertron? What if Megatron helped save the human race? What if you stopped asking these questions and read the story?
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, except the characters you've never heard of, which would be my OC's (Stalk, Strike, Wolfstrider, etc.)
Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this second installment of the Spark of Primus Saga. I suggest you read the first book, A Time for Courage, before you read this one. My ideas are original, and stem from the different adaptations of Transformers. Please ask if you would like to use my ideas.
Book 2 in the Spark of Primus Saga
Prologue
A figure stepped out of the shadows and into the darkened room. His red eyes were glowing with a fierce light, and it stood tall. The room was square, only large enough for six Autobots to move freely. A darkened hallway led out one direction, and on the opposite wall was a window looking onto the dark, craggy mountains of Earth. A smaller figure stepped out of a hallway, and its hand reached for the light switch.
"No," the first figure growled, "leave it off. Don't you want to embrace the darkness, Jazz? It lives within all our sparks."
"Of course, Lord Optimus," Jazz said, kneeling. His red eyes were fixed on the floor.
"So," Optimus mused, twirling a wrench in one hand, "has Mirage been spying on Megatron?"
"Yes, My Lord. He seems to be assembling an army of his Decepticons to attack us."
"How long, Jazz?" Optimus prompted.
"A few months at least."
"Good, good. Launch a counter attack on those Decepticons. In small parties only."
"But-"
"Do you question my authority?"
"No, my Lord."
"Alright." Optimus turned around and stared out onto the landscape. "Take small parties of Autobots and tear apart their force in small bits. Start with the weak, and then we'll work our way up to Megatron. The Decepticons and the human race won't stand a chance."
"So, the plan?"
Optimus spun around and his voice hardened, "Weren't you listening you pathetic excuse for a Cybertronian? Pick off the weak first and begin to work your way up," Optimus snapped the ends off of the wrench he was holding. "Then, we crush them," he clenched his fist. When he opened it, metallic dust fell out and onto the floor in front of Jazz. "Relay my instructions to the Autobots and begin the attack plan. I want them destroyed."
"Of course," Jazz bowed lower.
"You may rise, and go tell the others to prepare."
Jazz nodded, stood up, and began to back out of the room. As soon as he reached the hall he ran as fast as his legs could carry him, turning on his headlights for light. Optimus' red eyes glared after the fleeing Autobot in satisfaction.
"The Decepticons and humankind won't stand a chance," Optimus chuckled as he stepped back into the shadows. He disappeared into the darkness, but not before a pinprick of light shone on the purple Autobot symbol on his shoulder. It flashed for a second and was gone. The only thing to tell of his presence was his harshly glowing red eyes, and even those went out as he fell into a short stasis.