ying to brainstorm ideas for how to continue A Cybertronian Reality
and instead I got an idea for a new story. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter: Prologue
I was nineteen-years-old when I first saw him. I had no clue who he was, which was strange, since Jasper was such a small town. But then again, that's kind of how strangers work. So, I decided he shouldn't be a stranger anymore.
He was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. He had Justin Bieber cropped hair - but it looked way more masculine on him than it did on the pop singer, and it was much more subtle - that was black but looked almost dark blue, especially if the sun shone on it just right. He wore a blue military jacket over a red shirt, with an odd symbol in the center. He had navy-blue denim jeans and black combat boots. He had sideburns and faint stubble on his face, but I liked facial hair, so it just made him even more attractive.
He was standing by a red and blue semi truck, hands in his pockets. It looked to me like he was just watching all people, seemingly intrigued with everything he saw. I had been hanging out with a girlfriend, people-watching as well. After telling her about the guy, I stood up from the bench we had been sitting on, and made my way over to him.
As I got closer, I noticed that he not only seemed intrigued with all the activity, but there was something else in his expression. Yearning? It was slight, but I was a master at reading people.
He saw me coming. He took his hand out of his pockets when I was only a foot away from him.
"Hello." I greeted.
"Hello." He greeted back. His baritone made me want to melt.
We both stood in silence. I hadn't even thought of what I was going to say! I started to lose my nerve, when I thought of something.
"I like you're truck." I said. 'Stupid!' I scolded myself, but decided to continue on it. "What kind is it?"
"I believe it is a Peterbilt 379." He stated.
"Well... the flames are pretty cool." I continued.
"Why thank you." He replied.
"So..." I started, trying to think of something else to say. "Do you come here often?"
"I do, I enjoy watching the humans with their young." he said.
I gave him a funny look. Who refers to people as humans?
"So do I." I said, brushing the thought aside. "Do you... maybe want to get some ice cream?" I asked, pointing my thumb at the stand several yards behind us.
"I apologize, but I must decline." he replied.
"Oh." I said, crushed. Turning back toward my friend, I continued "Ok then, I guess I'll just..."
"Wait." he said, grabbing my wrist. I turned back to him, trying to hide my feelings of hope. "Perhaps you would... like to go for a drive." he asked, gesturing towards the truck.
I smiled. "Sure, just let me tell my friend I'm leaving." I agreed. He nodded. I jogged back to my friend. She congratulated me and told me to have fun. When I returned to him, I told him "I'm Marina."
"My name is... Rion." he told me. I wondered why he had hesitated, but brushed that thought off as well. Maybe he had an issue with memory?
We drove for hours, just talking. We talked about so many things, I've lost track of exactly what. I remember he told me he was in the military. I told him I was a sophmore in college. He seemed confused by the term freshman, but that lasted for like, half a second. Strange... but I had no idea just how strange he was.
We continued seeing each other for three months, when he drove me to large field, far from the town and road. He told me to get out of the truck, explaining that he wanted to show me something important. Curious, I complied without question. I got the shock of my life when he disappeared, and the truck broke apart, shifting until it was a huge robot.
He knelt down on one knee, since he was so freaking tall.
"This is my true form." I remember him saying to me.
I stood there speechless, taking in all of his... magnificence. He was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen.
"Are you an alien?" I asked. He almost seemed relieved. I guessed he had been worried I'd scream or runaway.
"Yes. I am an autonomous robotic organism, from the planet Cybertron. Autobot, for short." he said.
I was in total awe. "You're... amazing..."
He smiled down at me, even more relieved. Most girls probably would have reacted negatively, but I wasn't like most girls.
"Is Rion you're real name?" I asked.
"No. I am called Optimus Prime." he answered.
"Optimus Prime... cool." I said, smiling. "Much cooler than Rion."
He told me about the war for Cybertron, and how the planet was now dead. He told me about the other Autobots, and that he was their leader. He even told me about the Decepticons.
I was honored. Obviously, this was all supposed to be top secret.
"You trust me with all of this?" I asked. He nodded. "Why?"
"I have grown rather fond of you, and I grew weary of keeping my true self from you. I trust you." he explained.
I smiled lovingly at him, bringing my hand to my heart. I was so touched.
"Oh Optimus... I love you." I said.
He looked taken aback by my proclamation, but then he returned my loving expression. "And I you, dear one."
Three years have passed since that night. I've graduated from college, and I'm now a teacher at the local elementary school. I love kids, so I was excited when they immediately accepted my application. Of course, when you live in place as remote as Jasper, Nevada, jobs aren't exactly scarce, since people are always moving away. I, myself, had been planning to move somewhere more exciting, but that was before I had met Optimus.
I met the other Autobots, but not all at once. Optimus didn't want the government to know he had let a civilian in on their secret, and he didn't want me involved in the war that had, apparently, been going on since about a year before that day in the park.
So, he would sometimes bring one of his soldiers - his brothers-in-arms, as he saw them - to my apartment, using their holoforms, and we'd hang out. There were five other Autobots on Earth: Ratchet, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Arcee, and Cliffjumper.
They taught me about Cybertron, the war that killed their planet, Cybertronian culture and science, pretty much everything there was to know. In return, I taught them about human customs. I once asked about their missions, but there wasn't much to tell. The Decepticons hadn't made an appearance in three years. The last sighting of any kind was two months before that day in the park.
I was glad. I had grown close to all of the Autobots, and I didn't want to see any of them killed, or extinguished, which Ratchet had told me was the proper term.
Then came the day when Arcee commed that the 'Cons were back.
I want to say right now, this isn't going to follow the actual series. The three kids will be in this story, but it's not going to be about the episodes. There will be mention now and then, but that's it. This is my world, not the show with an extra human.
