In this story, be aware of spoilers for The Last Knight. If you do not wish to have any spoilers, do not read this story. Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
Prologue
The shiny red and blue Peterbilt semi-truck drove into the cargo freight dock at the edge of New York City. The metal on it began shifting until the vehicle formed a standing giant alien robot. It walked in between cargo crates, as if looking for someone.
"Crosshairs?" It called in an authoritative male voice, blue optics sparkling through the darkness of the night. It stiffened when there was no response, the blue optics narrowing. The alien opened a sword up from out of its wrist, balling the fingers of each hand into fists. "Crosshairs?"
Tripping on something, the alien staggered and regained its balance. It looked to see what it had tripped on, shock covering its faceplate. A green metal arm lay on the ground. "Crosshairs?!" The blue and red alien shouted.
There was no response from the other robot. "Oh no, oh no. No, no, no. How many more?" A human gun cocking caught the alien's attention and its robotic head snapped to the left.
"He's dead, Optimus." A man reported, stepping from the shadows. "We got here just in time to drive off the attacker."
"Do you know who it was?" Optimus asked, looking down at the man.
"I'm sorry, we don't." Was the response. "All we know is that he's a threat."
"Do you think he'll come back?" Another soldier asked, stepping out of the shadows from behind the first.
"If he knows we are here, he will." Optimus replied firmly, tightening the grip on his sword.
"Then we need to get the hell out of here." The first man decided.
"But, Major Lennox-" The other man began.
"You heard me, Epps." Lennox retorted. "Load up the transports and start them up. I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Alright." Epps grumbled, turning back into the shadows.
"Optimus?" The military major asked.
The alien didn't respond, looking lost in thought.
"Hey!" Lennox half shouted. "Prime, wake up! We gotta get our asses out of here before he does come back."
Optimus' head snapped back towards him. "I'll meet you back at the base."
"What?" The former TRF soldier gaped. "You need to come with us now. You want this guy to kill you too?"
"If anyone's dying, it will be him." The Prime scowled. "I'm not leaving until he does."
"Fine." Lennox heaved an exasperated sigh. "Stay here. See you back at base."
The Major turned back into the shadows, in the direction Epps had gone. Prime held a hand to his head and sat down against a cargo freight crate as he began to wait.
*X*
Hours, as the humans called it, had passed and Optimus was struggling to not fall into recharge. Maybe this guy wasn't coming after all. A creaking noise caught his attention and he struggled to his feet, gripping his sword tightly. The Prime's breaths came heavily in apprehension. Crosshairs' killer had arrived.
"I know you're here, Prime." The familiar voice of Nitro Zeus echoed throughout the cargo dock. "Show yourself before you make me bring in something stronger"
Optimus narrowed his optics and reached his other hand to grip the sword better, forcing himself to stand still.
"Alright, I'm bringing my backup!" Nitro Zeus called.
"Decepticon idiot." Prime muttered under his breath.
A few moments later he heard a human barking orders to others.
"Go find that Autobot leader and take him down."
The human voices died down and Optimus faintly heard their footsteps, followed by the mechanical ones of Nitro Zeus. He grimaced, impossibly squeezing the handle of his sword tighter.
He saw a light to his right, noting that the searchers were nearing him. He glanced to the left and saw a light over there too. Optimus turned and began climbing up the cargo crates so he could get away. When he was three-fourths of the way up, human shouts broke out, followed by gunfire from their small, yet powerful guns.
Prime felt the bullets pelting into his frame, but continued to climb, forcing himself to go faster. He heard climbing below him and looked down to see the Decepticon's red optics glaring up at him. He looked back up, towards his destination and climbed even faster. He reached the top and jumped off of the other side.
Optimus began jogging through the rows of the thousands of cargo crates. He heard a helicopter and looked up to see even more human troops in it. They started firing upon him, sliding down to the ground from ropes. Nitro Zeus rounded the corner he'd just went around and aimed a gatling gun at him.
"Frag it." Prime scowled, lashing out with his sword. It slashed across the Decepticon's shoulder, leaving a wound for energon to pour from.
"Fire!" A human shouted and Optimus turned to see a rocket launcher firing at him. It hit his leg and he fell onto his lands and knees. "Again!"
The Autobot leader staggered up and began to struggle away from them, energon pouring from a nasty wound just above his left knee. The second rocket forced itself deep within his back, making him collapse on his stomach. He could feel the heat of the burning metal as he got up once again.
"Come back here Prime!" Nitro Zeus barked, charging up the gatling gun.
Optimus grabbed his sword and clumsily began joggling away only to feel bullets from the Decepticon's gun digging into his frame. He let out a gasp of pain as he struggled not to fall over. He turned and looked to see how far ahead of them he was. Only a few hundred feet.
"I'm an idiot." He rumbled to himself as he transformed into a Peterbilt truck.
He forced himself to go as fast as he could, swiftly turning corners. He heard the helicopter not far behind as well as Nitro Zeus in his fighter jet transformation. He heard a few missiles firing at him and felt the ground vibrate as they made contact with it.
Optimus transformed back into mech mode and leapt over a short stack of cargo crates. He kept running, exhaustion threatening to make him stop. With a jolt of surprise, he felt a missile slam into his back. He dropped his sword, flying into a row of cargo crates. They shook violently, threatening to fall on top of him. After a couple of moments, the top one tipped and landed on his back. He collapsed under the weight.
He shuddered as he heard the others toppling over around him and felt them vibrate the ground as they landed. This continued for a good five minutes before all of the sound died down. Even the sound of the helicopter and Nitro Zeus. A new, crackling sound began and Optimus knew that the cargo dock was burning. With realization, he figured that all of the cargo crates in the whole place had fallen over. Every single one.
The Prime coughed as smoke entered his ventilation. He heaved a few wrecked crates off of his back and looked around through the night. It certainly wasn't dark anymore. He staggered to his feet, energon trickling down nearly every part of him. He couldn't see a spot of the ground clear of the wreckage. Great Primus, he couldn't even detect his sword!
Optimus shook his head and slowly began making his way through the wreckage of the place. He spotted an old tractor truck and scanned it. He reached the main highway again and transformed, just before he spotted a group of firetrucks and paramedics on their way. He began driving down the road.
*X*
It'd been nearly a week since the attack and Optimus was beat up horribly. He was nearly falling apart now. He was in southern Canada. He was driving along a side road, along fields of farmland. He spotted the barn through the snowy sky and prepared to turn on the next adjoining road. He swiftly turned the corner and drove up to the seemingly abandoned house next to the barn.
Optimus transformed into mech mode and pulled the garage door open. There were no vehicles around, just a few rusty old bikes. He painfully got to his hands and knees, crawling inside the cramped space. The pulled the garage door close behind him and carefully transformed back into the rusty old tractor truck, falling into recharge for a much deserved rest.
I'm pretty sure that Nitro Zeus was killed in The Last Knight, but in this fanfic, just pretend he was revived somehow. I hope to make every chapter this long or longer with the point of view of different characters.