Ummm, Hello! This is my first Transformers fic (the second I publish, to be honest, but the first one I deleted it). This is my version of how things happened before the war broke loose. Be welcome to review and tell me what you think of it; if you didn't like it, please tell me why so I can improve my skills.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers in any way, shape, or form. All the characters belong to Hasbro, and the general main plot as well.
"Humility"
Many stories start with a hero, whose bravery, combat skills, or optimism are well-known for his companions. All these heroes pass to the history as a role model to be admired and followed but, if it weren't for those who decided to write their stories, probably they would end up forgotten into the long distant memories of the past.
Orion Pax was a young mech back then. Curious, calm, reserved, polite; those were some of the qualities that he had the others use to describe him. But, truth be told, he wished to be more than that.
Was it wrong to desire more? He did not know. Sometimes he thought it was; he had acquired knowledge others would kill for, and, at the same time, he had built a barrier that kept him aside from the rest. He was used to spend every day on the Iacon database, if not ordering the files people let in the wrong section, reading old history files. His processor was so overloaded with stories of brave mechs that had made a change for good in the cybertronian history that he wished he could be one of them or, at least, make a difference and bring a better living to the people in cybertron.
It was one of those days people would barely go to the library, leaving Orion free time to wander in the infinity of his thoughts. He still had a lot of work to do, but he felt no pressure. His optics scanned the board over and over, but he was paying no attention to what it said. Maybe he didn't wish to be a hero as much as he wished to have friends. Being the only in charge of the files in Iacon made him a pretty lonely mech; but no one had ever asked him if he felt lonely or not. And, to be honest, he had never said it in front of his superior either.
"I'm over thinking again..." thought Orion.
Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't. It is hard to tell when you have no one around you. But, whenever he felt loneliness trying to reach his spark, he would always grab a datapad filled of ancient history and read until his processor has forgotten what made him feel lonely in the first place. He was doing that, actually, when the echoing sound of steps coming through was heard on the Hall of Records.
"Umm, excuse me?"
Orion, being focused on his datapad, hadn't heard the step of the incoming visitor. His optics traveled out of the datapad he was holding, and meet the blue-piercing ones of the femme standing in front of him. Quickly, he put the datapad behind him, where a shelf was placed, and went back to attend the lady that had just interrupted him.
"My apologies, I..." she started. Orion couldn't help but notice how her voice was delicate, sweet. The coy smile she had on her lips made her all more beautiful, but it was definitely her expressive eyes what had caught Orion's attention.
"You don't need to apologize," he interrupted her, "I was doing nothing". Orion gave her a small but reassuring smile, and the femme's shyness partially disappeared.
"What can I do for you?" said Orion politely.
"Well," she started, "I've looking for a datapad recently, and searched for all the shelves, but I can't find it."
Her digits rested on the counter, and her optics on him. Orion, stunned by the confusing impressions his processor was having, had troubles to put himself together and go back to help the femme whose optics were piercing his own mind.
"Do you happen to know the name of this datapad?" he asked as he covered his primary reaction with a simple action as typing random things on the board behind the counter her digits were laying on.
"The Forge of Solus Prime, I think" was her unsure reply.
Orion, though he was surprised by her choice, did not say or show anything. Typing in the board, he read that The Forge of Solus Prime had been recently returned, meaning it had to be in one of the dozens of piles he had stored behind him. If he didn't feel the pressure before, now he did.
"Umm..." said an uncomfortable Orion. "I think I have it... here."
He turned around, and began to search between the lots of datapads he had to organize every day. Some of them had been returned to him, and some others had been left somewhere else and he had to put them back into its place. Whatever the reasons were, he felt like he had no excuse to delay the femme that was patiently waiting for him.
He searched between all of his datapads, but The Forge of Solus Prime one was nowhere to be found. Maybe he had put it back on its place and forgot about it, considering how many times a day he had to do the same thing it wasn't surprising. Checking again in the monitor the date of its returning, Orion convinced himself the datapad must be back on its shelf.
"Are you sure you it wasn't on the shelves?" he asked to her.
"It had to be on Shelf 23, of Delta section, right?" she replied.
Again, the femme had managed to surprise him; how was it possible he had never seen her before? knowing so well the database meant she had been there more than once (otherwise, just as many others, she would have gotten lost). Leaving the small station he was used to work on, Orion went to check on the shelf by himself; the femme, whose name Orion was eager to know, was following him close behind.
They arrived to the shelf, the femme cautiously looking, in case she had missed it. Orion, seeing she was focused in that, decided to check the datapads that were above her reach.
"Here it is," he said as he raised his arm to reach a datapad placed in the upper self.
The femme took it carefully, a smile of embarrassment on her faceplates. Orion thought she couldn't look more adorable, but, feeling regret for thinking such thing, he didn't let himself enjoy the moment when his servo made contact with hers.
"Thank you," she replied with a smile.
The femme started to make her way out of the building, and Orion couldn't help but feel sad for it. She wasn't the first femme that had come to the Iacon database, but she was the first femme that had caused a strong first impression on him. Was he really going to let her go? Not even knowing her name? Or when she will come again?
"What else can I do?" he thought to himself, the silhouette of the femme almost disappearing from his sight.
As an idea came to his mind, he didn't have time to think whether to apply it or not. His legs, without receiving an order, ran down the path the femme has followed, hoping to catch her up.
"Wait!" he yelled before she could leave building.
The femme, surprised by the loud sound in a place where silence should reign, turned around to see who was making such loud noise, only to find that it was librarian that had attended her minutes ago.
She stared at him with surprise and confusion; she gave him a few moments to catch his breath (figuratively), and then waited for him to tell her what was wrong. But, even more contradictory, when he felt ready to talk, his eyes got locked into her and no words came from his lips.
Orion, being so focused on reach her, hadn't thought of what exactly he was going to tell her. Improvisation wasn't his strong suit and, the more he thought of it, the more time he wasted and the more ridiculous he looked. Maybe he should have let her go and wait for her to return the datapad...
"No." He told to himself; and with that, he gained enough courage to speak without stutter.
"I have to register the datapad before you take it."
The surprise in her faceplates caused a good impression in Orion, the femme was oblivious to his true intentions and, it revealed a quality that Orion was innerly fond of: naivety.
Walking in silence, they went back to the counter where Orion had been working when she came in. He went inside his station and started typing on the board, registering data that he could have perfectly registered without her since he knew the book, the date and the hour they were taken.
"Name?" he asked, his optics on the board to not let the anxiety be seen through them.
"Elita One," replied the femme with a smile.
It was a name Orion would never forget, along with her glittering blue optics and her spark-warming smile. Orion typed the name on the screen, and wished with all his might that the day when she returned the datapad would arrive soon.
The femme, now Elita One, gave Orion a last smile and a low 'thank you very much' before leave. Finding himself in the solitude of the library, Orion felt no datapad could offer him enough feelings of bravery and optimism than those that had been inspired by a real self. Maybe he hadn't finished the oppression against lower casts, but he had done something he had never dared to before, making him feel brave for first time in his life.
Day passed by, and nothing more interesting happened. For when his mentor, Alpha Trion, came back from a meeting he had been attending all day, he repaired on the smile Orion had on his lips; had he ever seen him like this before? He couldn't remember. But it was a good thing to see him happy, nonetheless.
Night arrived, and Orion went home. Normally, he would have stayed at the Iacon database, reading and ordering what he left; but after the events of that day, his only wish was to rest on his berth and dream with the feelings that such beautiful femme had inspired in him. Maybe it was too soon to call it love; but she had triggered something in him. Hopefully, he would have caused the same impression on her.
If Orion had been more fair with himself, he would have learned that all those heroes he admired had started like him, with humility and a wish. He was more than he thought he was, and his knowledge was beyond comparison. Time would let him know that, but, for today, it was time to sleep. And, with his processor running happy thoughts, Orion fell asleep.
I'm sorry if the chapter is too short. I will try my best to make the next one better. I know there has to be many of these stories wandering on the internet; but this is something I've thought by own, and I apologize beforehand if it looks like another story you might have read.
Hope you have liked it, and review!
P.S: I haven't seen G1 (sadly), I apologize if Elita acts OOC. I had to work with the info on the wikia.