Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure that the Transformers and the various characters aren't mine and are owned by Hasbro. Pretty sure. Almost. Course I can't always tell what's real and what's in my head at times. You decide.
The Matrix Quest
Prologue: Dawn of the New Spark
"… we are here. We are waiting."
Optimus Prime paused and considered adding something more before he simply closed the frequency. He studied the night skies. It was very different from Cybertron, he thought. A New World. A New Beginning. Or at least, he hoped it would be. Please let it be, he thought.
Before he might have prayed to the All Spark. Now … he gave a rueful chuckle and pulled out the small twisted fragment that he had plucked out of Megatron's chest cavity. This had once been the Source of Life, the Alpha and the Omega of Cybertron, the Foundation of Animation and Transformation. Now … it was just scrap. Useless. Worthless. Part of him suggested discarding it or at the very least recycling it, reclaiming it's alloys. But another part … had protested. Carefully, he cradled the tiny metal fragment in his metal palm.
Should he start rubbing it like one of the Earth's folklore tales said that a transluminant spirit would emerge to grant his wish? Of the all of the human race's accomplishments both great and dubious, he found their … what was the term again, oh yes, literature to be quite fascinating.
Cybertronians never had written things like these humans had. They had art, culture, music, and poetry, but not stories. The most they had were filed historical data that some Cybertronians, Optimus was one of them, liked to scan.
But humans loved stories. They had myths, legends, folktales, and even … imaginary stories of things of places and things. Some of their stories bordered on the quite humorous with their primitive understanding of the nature of the universe and physics, but still … there was something there … some spirit that drew him in. It was like they had infused their own spirit into their tales. To give their dreams a sense of reality.
How could the Decepticons believe that such a people who could do that, were worthless? Optimus thought appalled. Then again, such things wouldn't interest most of the Decepticons. No, they wanted to destroy. To eradicate. To conquer. Briefly, he wondered what would happen if they did succeed. If they did prove victorious. He shuddered at the thought. Again, he offered a prayer that this would never happen. He rather suspected that the Decepticons would quickly turn on each other, consuming themselves in an orgy of fury and self annihilation, the rest of the universe be damned.
It was getting late, he suddenly realized as he consulted his internal chronometer. He had been standing here staring at the stars for several hours now. Then he suddenly noticed the soft glow. It took him a moment to realize that the light was not coming from the stars but rather from himself. He stared at his clasped hand which was radiating a warm light. He opened it to stare at the glowing fragment of the All Spark. It sparkled and bathed him in it's illumination.
"Oh my …" Optimus whispered in wonder as he brought the tiny fragment closer to his optic sensors.
A/N: I used to watch the Transformers way back when it first came out (yes, I am that old) and I didn't much care for the new movie when I finally saw it on DVD. I wanted to stop watching but it was sort of like seeing an incredibly terrible accident and you have to slow down and gape.
Nevertheless, I was inspired when I saw the final scene of Optimus Prime picking up what appeared to be a fragment of the All Spark from Megatron's chest and felt compelled to write a story based on that.
This is the result.
This story is going to include characters from the original Transformers universe and certain concepts and such from them as well. Hopefully, it's going to be better than the sequel coming out.
