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Category: Transformers G1 series
Characters: Elita One, Dion and Moonracer
Golden Age II
The war between Autobots and Decepticons had come to an end and in that process Cybertron had been restored back to its former glory. It was so beautiful to see their homeworld so full of life and peace now but so sad to know that their Prime could not be here to see it. It wasn't that Rodimus Prime did not do his job, he served his people well and tried his hardest to ensure that fairness and equality was given to every mech and femme even to the former Decepticons.
But it did nothing to mend the ache in her spark at having lost the one mech she had loved more than life itself. Even as she threw herself into the work around the Academy by training new mech and femmes into next generations of Autobots. Elita One could only delay her thoughts so much before that came forth demanding her attention. Processor running scenarios on how things could have been different if she and her team had been there in Autobot city when the Decepticons had attack.
Perhaps Optimus would still be alive or perhaps she could have been there at his side holding his servo as his spark pass along into the well of Allsparks. Or if she had been on the ship itself maybe she could have. Letting out a hiss, her pink helm jerk back forcing away the dark thoughts that came during her alone time. Always when she was alone. Taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, her sapphire blue optics look down at the data pads upon her desk trying to focus on the list of new recruits that had just entered the Academy.
Just as her process was getting back on track, a knock on her door gave her pause as she look up to see who had disturbed her. The door open to reveal a smaller and light green femme who went by the name of Moonracer a former Autobot sniper and scout when had retired shortly after the war had end taking a job here at the Academy as being her personal assistance.
"Yes, Moonracer?" Elita asked looking over nervous green femme.
"Um…There is a mech here…. He says he knows you. But…." Moonracer look over her shoulder back to her desk.
A small frown came to her face at seeing how nervous Moonracer was which was very rare giving that this femme had work with a clear and levelheadedness during heavy Decepticon fire. To see her like this, it had the former femme commander wondering just who this mech was. It couldn't be Kup, the old mech might not call a head but he didn't go around making former Autobots nervous. Were as Ultra Magnus would give her at last three deca-cycle head of time before one his visits. Were as Rodimus would make the occasional drop to see how thing were going in the Academy.
"Let him in." said Elita pushing her data pads aside now.
"You sure?" Moonracer asked giving one last nervous look to the mech standing by her desk.
"I am. Don't worry, Moonie. If he gets a little rowdy, I'll just throw them out the window." Elita said nodding to the large window just behind her desk and chair.
A smile came to green colored femme face now at seeing that old fiery spark in her commander optics, "Yes, Commander."
Moonracer turn around closing the door behind her as she took a couple of minutes to let the mech know that her commander would see him. As she did that, Elita sorted out her work pile as her processor went over the list of mech she knew. Not many of them were still active having been killed during the attack on Autobot city. So it narrowed down to just three mech. Jazz head of Black Ops, Bumblebee who was still part of Black Ops but serve as ambassador for Cybertron when visiting Earth. And Cliffjumper was now serving Rodimus who did patrols around Cybertron space.
'Still either of them would have made Moonracer this edgy. They know each other to well to do so.' Thought Elita watching the door open as a mech came in. Her optics blink as she took him in. He came to be about average size mech with bright blue and dusky yellow colored armor with broad shoulders and matching frame coming to a slim waist that branched out into two long powerful legs that easy carried his weight.
As he walk across the office space a familiar feeling began to cross into her spark and processer. She knew this mech even if she couldn't remember just where she had met him or how she knew him. But she did know him as the familiar feeling kept nudging her to remember where she had met him. He came to a stop just a few feet away from her desk as he took his own time to look over her.
Elita could feel his light blue optics going over her twin spike helm down to her face and neck to her slight shoulders to her curved chassis with her slender arms with once delicate servos. The desk block the rest of his line of sight now yet that did not stop him from giving her a friendly smile to her. The smile itself was genuine and undisputable it made her return one in the same way before her processor could stop her.
"It's been a while hasn't it, Ariel." said the mech his voice low with a deep rumble as he spoke.
Elita took in a shatter breath not because of the mech voice though it did send a tingling sensation through her audios and the rest of her protoform but what he called her. Ariel that was a name she hadn't hear or been called in a long time. It was a name she had gone by long ago when she was just a normal femme working at storage yard 67. Working with a mech called Orion Pax who would later become known as Optimus Prime to Cybertron. But there was another mech who had been there too.
A mech who had work next to Optimus and her in the storage yard, a mech who had been a good friend to her and Optimus before the war. A mech she believed would be at their side for the rest of their lives only to have such a dream turn into a nightmare thanks to a mech named Megatron. Only to later believe he was gone and lost to them forever. But now it seemed what she had believed had been wrong for if the mech before really was him. Then…
"Dion? Is that you?" Elita asked placing her servos on the desk as she stood up now.
Dion smile grew as he watch that pink femme raise up and moved around the desk to now be standing just before him. Her sapphire eyes widening as her right servo rose up letting her fingers gently touch his cheek just to stop. Her movements had been slowly and unsure almost as she was afraid that if she did touch him. Her fingers would pass right through him making him disappear.
Closing his optics, Dion own servo reach up to the subtle servo now letting his own large one being close around it as he brought it up to his check now. Holding it there as he let the coolness of her protoform spread among his own heated protoform.
"It me, Ariel." Said Dion opening his optics now letting his optics lock with hers, "I'm here."
