Bleach Prime
What's up world? This is SpartanPrime101 bringing you another chapter for my fanfiction story Bleach Prime.
In this chapter, Optimus meets his first obstacle; I hope the battle turns out to meet your expectations, fellow fanfic readers.
Just to let you know, Optimus detests unnecessary violence, so don't expect him to just rush blindly into a fight. Of course, this is just for those who don't know Optimus Prime for who he really is. He fights only when his friends are put in danger, or when he has no other options than to stand and fight.
Also, I would like to give a shout out to my friend Bigby the Big Bad Wolf for helping me brainstorm the content for this chapter as well as my future updates. Rock on, dude!
Well, enough chit chat; here is the next installment of Bleach Prime
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"Speaking"
Thought
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{Chapter 2: Guardian of Las Nochas}
Optimus moaned as he shook his head to clear the haziness from his vision. As he rose up onto his knee, he activated his helmet's auto-repair system; if he was to become involved in an unexpected firefight, it would do him no good if he was still recovering from past injuries or wounds.
At the same time, he examined his now human body, still amazed as to how his mentor was able to achieve such remarkable transformation capabilities. While his face and forearms were visible, his red and blue armor still covered most of his body.
After ensuring he was undamaged, Optimus began to study the surrounding landscape: To his surprise, he appeared to have been transported to a vast landscape of sand and crystallized boulders, with isolated clusters of bare trees. It reminded him of the Sea of Rust back on Cybertron, its basic image similar save for the metallic principles of all Cybertronian infrastructures.
Looking up, he noted how the sky was near pitch-black, with patches of grey clouds scattered across the sky, illuminated by the light from the crescent moon high above. This was indeed strange considering it was barely mid-afternoon when he and his fellow Autobots had returned from Cybertron.
As he swivelled his head over his left shoulder, his gaze fell upon a massive dome-shaped fortress, reaching far into the moon-lit sky above. It was most likely there that he would meet the locals of this dreary landscape.
Optimus considered transforming back into his original Cybertronian form, though he was hesitant to rely on his full strength as of yet.
If I am to play a key role in ending this conflict that was mentioned by Alpha Trion, it would be wise if I were to present myself as non-hostile to anyone residing in this world.
Although, it would've be more convenient if these human forms were capable of assuming their own vehicle mode, for better mobility if nothing else.
Sighing, Optimus began walking towards the massive bastion, his thoughts focused on whether the inhabitants, after hearing his story of his past and reason for arrival, would be willing to allow him sanctuary until this conflict was resolved.
That is, if they were willing to listen to him at all.
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The guardian of Los Nochas watched silently as his prey moved ever closer to the citadel...and to his demise.
He had sensed when the intruder had appeared just beyond the outskirts of Las Nochas, while following him from a distance as he approached his master's palace.
Now was the time for him to act, so as to fulfill his duty to his lord and master.
The intruder wouldn't stand a chance.
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Optimus continued toward the citadel, his thoughts wandering through the possible outcomes of his arrival: How would the residents of this place react to his presence? Would they listen to what he would say? How would they react should they learn the truth behind his identity and his true form?
Hopefully, I'll be sure to find the answers once I arrive at the-
His musings were cut short as his sixth sense began to react; after millennia of endless fighting, like any seasoned warrior, he had developed the ability to sense when an attack was imminent.
Out of pure instinct, he rolled forward before turning around to face the new threat, kneeling in a battle ready position.
Suddenly, what appeared to be a massive fist of sand rose out of the desert floor, reaching for where Optimus stood. Unsure as to what he was facing, Optimus leapt out of the hand's path, once again rolling into a kneeling stance. As he readied himself, he watched as the hand transformed into a giant arm. This in turn was attached to a massive mound of sand and gravel, which soon became a torso, head and second limb. Soon, an entire being of sand stood before the last descendant of the Primes.
"I am Runuganga, Guardian of Las Nochas. Who dares trespass upon the sanctity and consecration of Las Nachos?
The creature looked down upon the young Prime. "You are neither a Hollow nor an Arrancar, yet you seem to possess a spiritual energy far too powerful for that of a mere human. What manner of creature are you?
Optimus could only stare in wonder at the being before him; while he had witnessed many supernatural events throughout his lifetime, this was certainly a new experience.
He claims to be the Guardian of this Las Nochas; that must be the Citadel towards which I was advancing. Perhaps he sees me as an intruder, and as such a potential threat.
Steadily rising to his feet, Optimus spread his arms and hands in surrender, slightly bowing his head as he regarded the sand being. "One who humbly requests your ear, honorable Guardian of Las Nochas?"
The sand being seemed to hesitate before he spoke, almost as if with an air of amusement. "And what would you feel compelled to say to me, worm?"
Optimus maintained his posture as he continued. "I am merely a lowly traveller, one who bears no ill intention towards you or your home. I have come to this world merely by chance, for I am on an important undertaking, in the hopes of bringing an end to a conflict that could potentially result in the loss of innocent lives. I only seek an audience with your master, in hopes that I may be permitted safe passage through your realm."
The sand giant seemed to flinch in pure surprise and disbelief. "Do you jest with me, loathly creature? You honestly expect me to allow you to trespass upon such holy ground?"
Optimus held his stance as he stood before the sand being. "I assure you, I have no intention of aggression towards you or your people. I am merely in need of navigation assistance, for I am unfamiliar with this land and its customs. If you would allow me safe entrance to your kingdom, once I have attained what I seek, I will more than willingly depart from your sanctuary."
The creature then bellowed in laughter, his torso shaking as his cries echoed across the desert plains. "Now I know that you surely jest, for no non-Arrancar save for my Masters Aizen, Tosen and Gin shall ever be permitted entrance to Las Nochas."
Optimus raised his eyebrow in confusion at said names. "So, I take it that this 'Aizen' is the ruler of this land."
The creature then started to shake in anger at the Prime's comment. "HOW DARE YOU INSULT LORD AIZEN. I WILL GRIND YOU INTO DUST!"
Giving off a roar, the creature swung its fist down towards Optimus, whom was only barely able to raise his arms to bloke the oncoming blow. Groaning at the strain, Optimus attempted to force the creature's arm backwards. However, this proved to be futile as he found himself being steadily forced down onto his knees.
Realizing that negotiations were no longer an option, Optimus relinquished his pressure against the creature's arm, using his momentum to roll from under the oncoming fist just before it struck the ground.
Activating his helmet's mouth guard, Optimus summoned his left gauntlet sword, while activating his right hand Path Blaster; this combination played to one of Optimus' favorite battle tactics: a mixture of close-quarters and medium range combat against an enemy with unknown capabilities.
As the creature swung another fist downward, Optimus spun around to avoid the oncoming threat, while slashing off one of its fingers with his sword as it passed by.
The creature regarded his 'injury' as he easily repaired the damage inflicted by the Autobot, before proceeding to crush him with another sand fist.
Once again, Optimus was forced to avoid the oncoming threat, jumping backwards to avoid being crushed into the ground. This time, he raised his right arm while firing at the giant's wrist with his Path Blaster. When the plasma bursts impacted against the creature's oncoming arm, both were stunned to see the giant's hand becoming hard and crystallized, almost as if it was made of...
Sand...the creature's basic structure is based out of sand and gravel particles; which means that standard attacks will prove ineffective against him, thus giving him the edge in a prolonged fight.
Optimus was forced to jump sideways as the giant brought down his other fist, which caused a small tremor to erupt from the velocity behind the attack.
"You run away like the insect you are, yet you only prolong the inevitable!"
Optimus began going through his options as he avoided the creature's increasing number of attacks. While he could easily transform into his Cybertronian form, it was unlikely that it would provide any significant change to the outcome of the battle.
At the same time, the creature merely broke off the crystallized limb, which turned back into clumps of sand and plasma-glass. While the glass fell down to the ground, the sand swirled and dispersed across the desert terrain.
As Optimus watched the sand disperse, an idea came to his mind: If he was to defeat this so-called Guardian, he would have to somehow scatter the sand particles across a wide area so as to prevent him from re-assembling himself...at least for a period of time so that he could withdraw.
Hopefully, one of the relics provided for him by Alpha Trion would be enough to accomplish this. All he needed was a moment to summon it forth.
Summoning forth the Key to Vector Sigma, Optimus used his energy to access the contents within the sacred artifact. As the items appeared on his helmet's data-bank display, he quickly scrolled through his options, hoping that one would enable him to end this conflict without inflicting any fatal injury upon his adversary.
Angered by his inability to land a solid blow, the sand creature raised his hands into a combined knuckle-fist, intending to deliver the strike that would crush this annoying insect once and for all.
"Your resistance is admirable, I will grant you, worm. But now, you will fall. NOW DIE!"
With that, the sand being brought down his fists upon the last Prime...
Only to halt his strike as a bright flash of blue light surrounded the intruder, enough to force the sand giant to raise his arms in an attempt to block the blinding source of released energy.
"What...What is this? What sort of power does this being have at his whim?
As the light faded, the sand creature looked down upon the intruder...who now wielded what seemed to be an enlarged version of the strange projectile weapon he had used against him before.
"What manner of trickery is this? Do you truly believe that your new toy will change your inevitable fate?"
Ironically, the creatures exclaim of triumph was all that Optimus needed to summon forth one of the relics contained within the Key to Vector Sigma. Optimus examined the new artifact that he had summoned; he couldn't help but grasp how it resembled the Resonance Blaster, save for its enlarged barrel and it crimson-red structural design.
The Sonic Distortion Blaster! If it is as powerful as Alpha Trion stated, Optimus thought as he aimed the artifact towards the giant creature, then it should be what I need to end this conflict before anyone is gravely injured.
Optimus muttered "Forgive me", as he activated the artifact's hidden power: The SDB's barrel opened up to reveal a rotary mechanism stabilized by three sonic amplifier flaps, which shook and vibrated as it unleashed devastating invisible rings of sonic air waves. While his helmet acted as an isolator to the full extent of the SDB's power, he still winced as his human ears were affected to the intense sonic waves.
For Runuganga, the effects were far worse. The sand giant roared in pain as he was pounded by the sonic devastation of the Cybertronian artifact. In a vain attempt to minimize his torture, the creature raised his arms to protect his non-existent eardrums...only to realize that his body was beginning to break apart under the pressurized sound waves of the Prime's arsenal.
"WHAT!" The creature hollered as his arms and torso dispersed into nothing. "WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?"
Optimus began to move away from the sand giant, whose figure now comprised of only his shoulders and head, though these too were slowly beginning to disperse from the SDB's sound waves.
"NO, PLEASE STOP! I...CAN'T...NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO..."
Optimus de-activated the Sonic Distortion Blaster as the creature finally disappeared into swirling particles of sand and grit. He rose up onto his feet and walked slowly to where the sand giant once stood, halting just in front of the remaining glassed fragments that had begun disintegrating into the ground. His mouth guard slid open as he dismissed the SDB back to its storage space within the Key to Vector Sigma.
His eyes widened in surprise as the sand began to reform into solid matter; the creature was attempting to reform its body, though at a slower pace than when they had fought mere seconds before.
Realizing that another prolonged engagement would prove unproductive, Optimus turned and ran towards the looming Citadel. As he approached, he spotted a small entranceway just below the first fortification structure, leading further in to the massive structure.
Looking back, he could see the giant beginning to regain his physical form, his lower torso slowly rising up from the desert floor...before stumbling and falling downward in a disorientated fashion.
"I am truly sorry, Guardian of Las Nochas," Optimus muttered to himself, before he entered the palace of Las Nochas.
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Wow, another chapter already complete for this fanfiction. YEAH, I'm invincible! Of course, I may not be able to say this after my final exams for this semester of University.
Nonetheless, I really enjoyed writing this chapter, and I sure hope you enjoy reading it. Be sure to stay tuned for the next chapter: we meet the Espada and their master, as well as Optimus Prime's next opponent.
See ya round!