Transformers: Dark of the Moon the alternate version
By: Krittlev
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Yes I am back! For anyone who has me on author alerts, long time no fanfic. I am sorry for not updating any of my existing stories, call it taking a break to enlighten myself into better writing, rather than scribbling down disappointments.
So here is something to kick me off again into the written word! It's TF3 parodied!
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Scene: Sentinel is revived
And so Optimus Prime grasped the legendary Matrix of Leadership in his hand; his revered leader Sentinel Prime's lifeless metal body laid out before him. Optimus twitched, feeling a twinge of discomfort seeing Sentinel so... fragile; the Prime he looked up to as a role model to be worthy of the name he now bore.
Samuel looked on at Optimus with awe. Looking around the room, all the Autobots towered over him, a constant reminder that one wrong step and he'd squash like a bug on a windshield. Had they all grown taller since last time he saw them?
Ratchet took a solemn intake of air, not like his ventilation system required it, but the moment felt right. "The matrix of leadership, the only known device that can revive a spark." Sam rolled his eyes, Ratchet was always inclined to narrate at the most redundant moments.
Bracing himself for what could be the a great disappointment, or a celebrated return, Optimus Prime plunged the shining blue device deep into Sentinel's chest. With a wave of energy blasting throughout his systems, Sentinel's optics shot open and he was returned violently to land of the living.
Confused, dazed and unsure of where he was Sentinel Prime resorted to the only sensible course of action his impulses commanded, he attacked the closest being in his proximity. Optimus Prime, careful not to draw his weapons on a befuddled comrade attempted to calm his former leader, "Sentinel, it is ok. You are among friends."
Sentinel Prime composed himself, scanning his surroundings. He accepted Optimus' words realising everyone around him, organic and robotic, were not asserting aggressive tendencies. In a moment of clarity, Sentinel recalled his last thoughts before awakening in this unknown place.
"The war, the war!" the mature Autobot bellowed.
"Lost." Optimus replied, solemnly
"The pillars, where are the pillars...?"
National Intelligence Director Mearing grimaced. Something about this Autobot didn't seem right. It didn't take her mind long to discover what was bothering her and interrupted the Autobots conversation.
"Whoa whoa hey, new guy. Sentinel is it?" she yelled out from the lower standing point of the walkway. Would it kill the engineers to construct them a little higher?
"You dare address me in such a fashion?" Sentinel grinded through his metal teeth towering over the small human.
"Yeah intimidating." Mearing remarked brushing off the large robot's daunting presence, "Question for you, how is it that you have been offline for countless millennia yet you communicate in perfect English?"
Sentinel frowned, "Silence! This film only goes for two and a half hours. We don't have time to explain every little detail. We need hurry along and get to the explosions. You want details? Read the novelisation."
Mearing crossed her arms in a huff, "There is a book to address the plot holes in this movie? Seriously? Here is an idea... how about we review the script before turning it into a movie so there are no plot holes!"
Beside her Mearing's assistant suddenly became nervous at her superior's outburst.
"Boss?" the timid P.A. murmured.
"What?"
"You sure that's wise? Speaking out like this. I mean... Megan Fox?"
Mearing's tongue staggered as she contemplated her assistant's words. Rubbing the back of her neck she quavered, "I withdraw my last statement. Continue."