Hello, readers. This is my first fanfiction, and I can't tell you how excited I am! Before I let you read, please let me explain a few things. I based this story off of the Transformers 1986 movie. It's one of my favorites (if not the best) movie to me. The plot is not exactly the same as the movie- some things may be rearranged/changed entirely to fit in with the plot I have created. So, again, although I will try and stick to the correct personalities, the story will not match the movie exactly. Most of my work published here on , anyway, is because I like to write and hope that others will enjoy the stories I have to offer. Thank you for listening to my rant (if you have, that is). :)
Disclaimer: Transformers does not belong to me. :(
Rated M for strong language in later chapters.
In the dark remains of Autobot City, the only light used in the destroyed base was in the medical lab, where a number of Autobots surrounded their leader.
It was the year 2005, and for once in the twenty-one years since the Autobots had landed on the planet Earth, there was no anticipation of a happy future of peace…
…For Optimus Prime lied on the only operating table not subjected to damage, attempting to stay online.
The situation did indeed seem dim.
An elder Autobot stood in front of the screen which recorded the progress of Optimus' internal systems. Similar in appearance to a heart monitor, it showed readings of the great leader's spark, four lines which were currently lighting up on the screen in different colors.
The Autobot Perceptor -who had been doing the scanning- transformed back into his bi-pedal mode. His audience was waiting for the diagnosis.
One of them, a small boy, clung to Optimus' hand, or rather, finger, hoping the gruesome gashes on the leader's front were not as dangerous to his health as they appeared.
Perceptor, for the first time in a long time, felt grief as he informed the Autobots Hot Rod, Ultra Magnus, Arcee, Blurr and Kup of Optimus' predicament.
"I fear the wounds are fatal."
There was a collected intake of air despite their lack of dependence on oxygen. They moved closer to Optimus, who seemed calm despite being informed of his terminal damage.
The little boy, Daniel, held on to Optimus. "Prime, you can't die!" His eyes held fear, for if large, strong, wise Optimus was dying, what would happen to them all?
Everyone respected and loved Optimus Prime for his love of the universe and his belief that all sentient beings deserved freedom. He had always given them hope and faith in their cause.
Optimus' optics closed in pain at the sound of anguish in the child's voice.
"Do not grieve." He attempted to soothe the child, though it seemed useless to all the remaining Autobots at this point. They themselves were trying not to leak from the optics like Daniel was beginning to, as Optimus lightly patted the small boy's head with one finger.
"Before I pass the Matrix of Leadership," Optimus began slowly, pain evident in the large mech's voice, "Kup, please come here."
The elder Autobot, who had been fighting Decepticons beside Optimus for eons, went to his side, leaning in to hear his friend.
"Yes, Optimus?"
Hot Rod noticed Optimus' optics were beginning to dim.
"I-" Optimus collected his strength before uttering, "I want you to bring her back."
He looked off into the distance as Kup's faceplate twisted into a confused expression.
"Her, Prime?"
Optimus glanced at Kup, attempting at that moment not to move his head. "I want you to bring Delphine back under the Autobots' protection. It's too dangerous…for her…out there…"
The Autobots, mainly Hot Rod, were confused. They had never heard of this 'Delphine' before, and why all of a sudden did Kup seem to understand completely?
"Yes, Optimus, I shall bring her. You wish me to tell her anything?"
Optimus nodded slightly, the movement barely acknowledged by his faithful friends due to his strange request.
"Give her my apology for bringing her back now, at this unfortunate time."
Kup nodded sadly, "I will, Optimus. I'm sure she understood your reasoning then and will now. We'll take care of the lass."
Optimus turned his head slightly, groaning at the pain it was causing as he turned to face Ultra Magnus. "Ultra Magnus, it is to you, old friend, I shall pass the Matrix of Leadership, as it was passed to me." He weakly lifted his arm, beckoning for Ultra Magnus to come closer in order to receive the Matrix of Leadership.
Ultra Magnus' faceplate took on an expression of sorrow. "But Prime, I'm -I'm just a soldier, I'm not worthy." He took Optimus' hand into his own.
Optimus gasped lightly in pain. "Nor was I. But one day, an Autobot shall rise from our ranks and use the power of the Matrix to light our darkest hour."
All of the remaining Autobots stood back as Optimus weakly opened his chassis and removed the Matrix of Leadership, which glittered splendidly, incongruous to the situation.
"Until that day, till all are one…" were the last words uttered by Optimus Prime.
His makeshift family, consisting of Autobot and human, subjected to their overpowering grief as their great leader's optics dimmed for the last time.
And Hot Rod knew this was his entire fault.