Greetings from me with yet another story. This is another something that's been sitting in my head for over a year now. Just to let you know, it ties in my other story Before, references will be made to events that occur in that story.
Now, please enjoy. (Oh, and spoilers for Predacons Rising in the off chance you haven't watched it yet)
It had been nearly two months after the events of Unicron's return and defeat.
Team Prime was leading the reconstruction effort to Cybertron as its citizens began to return, and new life began to spring from the Well.
On this particular day, the Sisters Chromia and Elita One travelled to a familiar old spot.
When they reached their destination, the Sisters transformed and walked towards the ruined building.
"I can't believe it...it's been so long." Chromia muttered.
"Yeah...c'mon, let's go inside and see if there's anything in there worth salvaging." Elita said.
The two femmes walked to the large, rusted double doors. The building was massive, four floors of large rusted silver metal and white stone. Had time not worn and rusted the building so much, the walls would have been shining and the floors would have been sparkling. Due to the huge but now broken down fences one might have mistaken the building for a fortress or a building of equal importance. However, it was not. It was the ruins of the One family estate. The house where Elita One had grown up.
They pulled the doors open and walked inside. It was dark and musty.
Elita sighed as she looked around the barren space and remembered a time when it was lively.
She would be fiddling with a toy on the floor and her parents would walk up to her and smile at her, not that she would be able to see them.
"Alright. We might as well get started. I'll take the upper levels you stay down here." Chromia interrupted Elita's thoughts.
"Sounds good." Elita agreed.
The two femmes split up and began their search around the house. With the heavy damages of their war torn planet, the reconstruction efforts were on a planet wide scale and there were several scouting teams to see if there were any items left of value in the ruins of their planet. Elita and Chromia volunteered to be one of those teams.
Elita looked around the ground floor but didn't find anything. Then she went to her old room.
Like the rest of the house, it was broken down and rusted. Elita walked around the room that would have been way too small for her now, but it brung back old and happy memories.
She lifted the rubble and scraped away at the rust but found nothing. Then she looked under her old berth. Lying there, covered in an enormous amount of dust, was a bag.
She picked up the musty old thing and opened it up. There was only one thing within the bag and it was a small recording camera.
Elita gasped and smiled as she took out the small device.
Elita pressed the small on button and the camera surprisingly lit up and the hologram images popped up.
"Chromia! You won't believe what I found!" Elita exclaimed.
"What? What?" Chromia asked.
The two femmes drove back to the brand new Iacon Council Building.
With Cybertron given the chance for a fresh new start, a new council was put into place. Comprised of high ranking and wise Autobots under the watchful lead of Ultra Magnus. This new council was determined to be completely different from the previous one. They vowed to terminate the caste system and allow all Cybertronians to be born with the freedom to choose their own paths.
The other members of Team Prime were not "officially" a part of the council, but no one could deny that their opinions and insights were valued greatly. After all, serving under the Last of the Primes closely for several years was sure to teach them a thing or two...at least it should have, right?
Elita and Chromia both drove by the statue being built in front of the building. The Optimus Prime memorial. An image of Cybertron's saviour so the future generations always knew who gave them their lives and freedom.
Of course, many would have preferred to postpone the construction of it because the Prime was still with them but that was unfortunately not the case.
The news of Optimus's sacrifice hit the Autobots who had returned and the ones who saw it happen hard. They were all distraught to hear that he was gone, but overjoyed at the same time because they knew that it was him who breathed life back into Cybertron with his sacrifice.
The Sisters transformed and walked into the large space that served as the meeting place of the council. There, several members of the new council were already seated and in a heated conversation about something.
"We have to track them down and apprehend them!" The white and black Autobot commander Prowl exclaimed.
"And doing that will only make our relationship with them worse!" The Iacon noble Mirage countered.
"Prowl is right! We have to assume that they are a threat to our new society and apprehend them before they prove us right!" The eccentric Red Alert replied.
"But we are supposed to be a new society. We said that we would accept everyone, and they are no different! We should give them a chance!" The flyer, Jetfire spoke.
"Enough." Ultra Magnus spoke and the rest of the council went silent. "Thinking this over, I do believe that they should be tracked down. However, I propose that when we do, it is under a flag of truce. We will speak with them peacefully and negotiate our—and their—terms. That my final decision. Is anyone opposed?"
No one said anything against the commander.
"Then I believe that this meeting is adjourned." Magnus concluded.
The rest of the council members got up from their seats and began to file out of the room, only stopping the greet the highest ranking femme Autobots.
They walked up to Ultra Magnus who had put his servo against his helm and closed his optics. It had only been two Earth months but being head of the council was beginning to seriously stress him out. Having to juggle each of the other members opinions while still making his own in the end. Not to mention the politics of the returning citizens of both factions.
Ultra Magnus sighed.
"Are you doing okay here?" Elita spoke.
Magnus's helm shot up.
"Oh. Elita, Chromia you're back. Ahem, did you see all that?" Ultra Magnus asked.
"Just the ending. What was that all about?" Chromia replied.
"The Predacons and Shockwave." Magnus answered. "No one has seen them since the Battle for the Core."
"Oh, have you discussed...him yet?" Elita wondered.
Ultra Magnus shook his helm. "No not yet. I did tell them of his proclamation but they seem to be avoiding the topic."
Elita heard Chromia huffing annoyedly and decided to quickly change the subject.
"So, where are the rest of Team Prime?" Elita asked.
"They're waiting for their human friends at the Nemesis ruins." Magnus replied.
That was right. The Autobots of Team Prime had organized for their human friends to visit them on Cybertron.
"Did you find anything during your salvaging mission?" Magnus asked.
"Nothing of value to the Autobots but something of a personal sentimental value to me. It was my old house that we looked in after all." Elita answered.
"Oh, well then I am happy for you." Magnus replied.
Elita smiled and nodded. "Hm, I think we should go meet the humans. What do you say Chromia?"
"Yeah, sure." Chromia replied.
The two femmes waved goodbye to the head of the council and turned to transform and drive to the Nemesis by the Well of Allsparks.
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