Inglorious arrival
Apocryphal
Cold, empty, silent space. Scene of secrets, unreachably distant actions.
Many wished it had been so. Space was in fact full of action. Murderous, seething, furious even without a chance to win. At least they, there, have seen it this way.
Two giants were fighting near at hand. Seemingly they didn't care about the melting heat of the star, nor the weapons that were ment to keep them away, not even the planetoids. They only viewed their desire to destroy the other, no matter the cost. They tore out pieces of the other, many megatonnes each. They fired with their full arsenal. They protected themselves with even more powerful shields, damaging mostly their surroundings, but not the other. Their audaciousness did not ease down, nor did their firepower. Not visibly.
The ringside was understandably upset by this. Most of the lookers knew these weapons, most of them had at least one personality to like these lethal tools, but now they all agreed that the show was far too close. Vainly. One of the warriors didn't care about the inhabitants of the planet, the other didn't have a chance to influence the location of the battle. Or, to survive the battle, it seemed.
The incapable theatre mainly pulled for this one, and all of them hoped one of them wins – before reaching the planet. Some have been simply turning their faces helplessly. Others were trying to guess the benefits of all possible outcomes. But none of them could influence the happening. And the participants didn't have time to think about the future.
Unicron outrivaled Primus for an astrosecond, then he outrivaled him for longer. Primus stick to his will but couln't stick to his energon and weaponry. His defeat seemed plain and his chances eased down even horribly when his main weapon, the Matrix fell onto the glorious capital of the planet.
And it wasn't the end. Not yet. Unicron gained ascendancy over him and destroyed his energon support with his bare hands. And he found one more way to make the defeat even more painful.
At other times Primus was majestic and graceful, now he was flushed by the most terrifying fate.
-No…. –he whispered helplessly, realising his enemy's will.
-You will crush into an inhabited planet – Unicron was laughing at this point.
Primus got up steam for the last time: he had to change what he could. He had to destroy Unicron, and there seemed to be one way: he grabbed the giant and imprinted him into the closest moon. After this final act he couln't but secure his most important part (a supercomputer called Vector Sigma). But it was too late. The most vulnerable component, the key already loosened before, and now, in the athmosphere of this full-of-life planet, it fell out. The supercomputer switched off. His last thought was the most horrible: the lost component would turn this organic place into metal.
He didn't have time to consider the consequences.
(Based on Generation One Season 2 episodes The Key to Vector Sigma parts 1–2, Season 3 episode Five Faces of Darkness part 4, and the Marvel Comic Primal Sceam written by Simon Furman)