Optimus looked around at his fellow troups, they needed rest and repairs, The three of them looking at Sentinal Prime with the upmost of respect but with far too much exhaustion in their optics. All five needing the medical aid of Ratchet, who was located at the Autobot camp outside of Iacon. Iacon- The Decepticon fortress and the city where they found young Bumblebee, injured from torture via the Autobots enemy; Megatron and his Decepticons. Orians team bots being Steamroller and Ironhide and now reduced to incredibly tired machine.
"Sentinal sir we need to roll out of here stat!" Optimus turned to Ironhide slowly as he listened to Sentinal and Ironhide debate. "Bumblebee can't take much longer out in this scrapzone" Resting his Optics on the warzone around them, Optimus watched. The world surrounding him like one on going plasma field. He heard a static noise and turned to see the decepticons coming, wondering now how this war had happened; and how Optimus, had become a Prime...
Orion was never one late to work at the archives, but Megatronis had insisted he help him prepare for his meeting with the Primes. They had spent luna cycles preparing for such a confrontation with the Primes. He was now near racing, on the road to arrive on time. At least until he saw it.
A flash of white ,zimmed infront of his lights, causing Orion to swerve violently before skidding to a halt ;and returning to his non vehicular mode. Taking cautious steps forwards, he looked suspiciously around. When he was about to return to the road, un satisfied of what had happened. He heard a giggle.
He violently swerved towards the noise to see yet another small flash of light, it was moving quickly. He watch it skim out of sight as he moved to follow it, and when it moved further away he followed it. Though it's destination was not his own, and he soon found himself lost near the sea of rust. He had no clue to his location. So he sighed and sat to think.
"what a folly I have managed to roll into, it is now clear that I have momentarily short circuited my Optics." He smiled into a silent breeze that blew rust particulates at his face plate.
Zim! there it was again. Straight in front of him, and the giggling too. The pale light came towards him swiftly, before circling him and landing behind him, the light pulsing fiercely before dimming. Revealing a face of a child. A child he had only read from the archives and been told as a mere Automic Robotic infant. Or so they had taught him to believe.
"By the All Spark" Literally. The legend was that the child was from an ancient race where the Sparks of those ran freely about, led by royalty and with such promise. They held a friendship once with Cybertron, the youngest of their two worlds; and his own world which he lived upon.
Looking the child up and down in one glance he notice it's posture and complexion. Very unusual he thought. The child had a pale face with eyes the colour of lit potassium fire, they burned with curiosity and caution. They stared at him gently and he could feel his Spark fill with wonder and energy. Strange strands of light came from the top of her head and streamed down to her shoulders, platted and twisted to remove any from her line of sight; accept one strand that rebelled and blew in the breeze. And behind her were folded delicate wings of a non cybermatic source, Glistening at an etreme brightness.
The child tilted her head at him, then smiled with lips the colour of pink minerals. Unusual yet Enchanting Orion thought. The glow around the child brightened.
The memory faded.
Optimus returned to his battle field
