Triumvirate
Part 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. They belong to Hasbro and Takara. I am merely taking them for a short spin.
"You must choose."
Elita-1 ignored the comment. She knew she had a decision to make. It was hers and hers alone.
"But you know if you choose the one side, you can't have them both."
That comment she could not ignore, but she did, even though Chromia was right.
If only the fates had been kinder, she thought. Brothers. The one, Optimus, chosen as Prime, the other, the renowned soldier Ultra Magnus. Elita had come to care for them both, and as much as she tried to deny it, she wanted them both. Optimus was a walking contradiction--the Prime, powerful and intimidating yet at the same time, humble and honest and gentle. And there was the way he looked at her. . .And Magnus, quiet, stern, by the book. If only Primus had seen fit to keep those twin sparks as one. But it was not to be. She could only choose one, if that was what she chose.
And the other. . .Megatron. There was no denying he was handsome, but he was cold, calculating, and the rumors about what he really intended if he gained power.
But the heart of the matter wasn't what she herself desired, but what was best for Cybertron. She and her band of female warriors were neutral, had been until the tide of the war started to turn. And she had offers from both sides--from the Autobots, the choice to be an equal, to make a difference. From Megatron, the chance to be his consort.
She wasn't some prize to be won. Elita-1 was bred and born a warrior, and she fought for what she believed in. And incidentally, her ideologies regarding protecting the weak and the sanctity of all life, Cybertronian or otherwise, happened to fit in quite well with the thinking of the new Prime. However, Megatron's propaganda about creating a new Cybertron where everyone had a voice was almost as attractive as he was. Except something about him always made her afraid when she was near him. He'd never raised his voice, threatened her in any way, but she still feared him. And that was why she couldn't bring herself to submit to the Decepticon leader in any way. She already knew what her decision was going to be. She wasn't going to change it now that she knew the feeling she'd had from the beginning was the right choice.
"Chromia, send word to the Autobots I require an audience with their Prime."