I plan on writing a chapter within a day.
It depends on the time I have.
This chapter have taken me a while.
It's better to do it than to think about it.
Enjoy.
It's been over a cycle after the great civil war began. Sentinel Zeta Prime and his followers were on stage in front of thousands of Iacon citizens. I've noticed The Elite Guard are surrounding the whole entire area. The security has heighten after many failed assassination attempts on the Prime. The Prime stood behind a podium, preparing to conduct his speech. I was among the crowd, waiting to hear every word he would say. He began to speak about the battles fought against the Decepticons, and his efforts to secure the safety of all Autobot cities. Fortunately, the Cons were unsuccessful in reaching inside the dome city. With a promise to end the war quickly, Zeta Prime would make his first move in taking over Kaon, the capital city of the Decepticons. As our Prime, it was his duty to bring order back to Cybertron.
"These Decepticons have brought unrelenting terror upon Cybertron!" Zeta Prime said. "They've killed countless of our brothers and sisters on the battlefield. Taken over and destroyed our cities! The leader, Megatron, will not rest until all of you are under his dictatorship! Join me, citizens of Iacon! Join the Auotobt Army! Together we will defeat the Decepticons! They will no longer bring tragedy to our people again!"
The crowd cheered their loudest cheer. The Prime smiled gratefully, thrilled he was receiving approval. Everyone around me were buzzing about the speech. Most of them were inspired to join the Autobots. They wanted to defeat the Decepticon tyranny, to defend Iacon, and to protect their families. Anyone would say that as their reason to fight. I, however, was completely different.
In the Iacon Hall of Records, I went to visit my employer, Alpha Trion. He was at his front desk, looking through piles of paperwork. He is like a mentor to me, sometimes a father figure. He was in good shape for an old timer, taking breaks to improve his physical health. He once told me he was a decorated war veteran. He fought in many battles including the ones against the Predacons. He even knew Prima, the greatest Prime that ever lived, who had died saving Cybertron.
When I saw Alpha Trion there, I felt my shoulders growing heavy. This was the bot who taught me everything through his wisdom and experiences. All I thought was how he'll be disappointed in me from what I'm going to say.
"Do you have some time, Alpha Trion?" I asked, nervously.
He set his papers back on his desk. "I have time now." He said. "What is that you need, Orion?"
"Well, I want to-" I struggled to answer. "I want to-"
Alpha Trion gesture at me to continue. "I want to...um...quit."
When I said it, he stood up from his chair. The chair fell behind him and hit the ground with a loud CLANK! I cringed at the noise.
"You want to quit?!" He stated, loudly. "Why do you want to quit?! You love this job! You said it was better than working in the docks!"
"Something came up, alright!" I said, quickly. I didn't like it when he mentioned my old job.
"Why are you quitting?"
"I want to join the Autobots."
"The Autobots!" His optics going wide. "Orion, I can't imagine you holding gun! Let alone joining the army!"
"But I have a reason for it!" I yelled.
Alpha Trion picked up his chair and sat back down. "Is it your brother?"
I became quiet, and I stare down at my feet. A sigh escape from Alpha Trion's mouth, already figuring me out just like that. I was like an open book to him.
"I just need to join." I said, holding my breath.
He leaned back onto his chair. "Alright, Orion, it's your decision."
I let the air out in relief.
"And."
I held my breath again.
"I hope you find what you're searching for by joining the Autobots." He said. "I have to warn you, Orion. This war is unlike any other war I've seen so far. I feel there's so much more to this, something I can't explain. You and your brother might be the center of it all. The upcoming future will be certainly dark. Promise me you'll be careful. I'm telling you this now due to my worry."
I nodded me head. "Don't worry. I promise you I'll be fine."
Alpha Trion smiled warmly. "Good."
I am so nervous! Why? I am in a transporter surrounded by mechs who I don't know. We're being sent to the training grounds or...boot camp. Every new recruit has to do basic training before actually becoming an Autobot. I've heard many rumors from many people how the training can be unpleasant or sometimes brutal. Mostly, they say how it can change a person after completing it. Whether the change is good or bad, I'm not sure what I'll expect. Hence why I'm so nervous.
There was a red and yellow mech who was sitting next to me. He looked more nervous than I am. He didn't look as tough as the other mechs here. He's a little bit similar to me except he wasn't tall.
"I'm Optimus." I said, introducing myself. I didn't use my real name, because they might connect me to Megatron.
"Oh, I'm Ratchet." He replied.
"Where you from?" I asked.
"Right here in Iacon."
I saw him clenched his servos. "So, why join the Autobots?"
He shifted uncomfortably. "I guess I wanted to help. You?"
"Same as you." I said.
"Oh, I see."
I decided to change the topic. "What job are you training for?"
"A field medic." He piped up at this question. "Originally, I was a student studying to become a doctor at this university."
"A doctor? Doesn't that take you a while?"
"Yeah, it takes a while. You can imagine just sitting in class while the professor is droning on and on about medicine."
I chuckled. "What about you?" Ratchet asked. "You don't look the type to be joining the Autobots."
"I was previously a librarian."
"A librarian? How in Cybertron-"
Suddenly, the transport stopped abruptly. I nearly hit the head on the backside of the seat in front of me. I heard some mech cursing quietly. He must be scared out of his processor like Ratchet who yelled in surprise. What's more unexpected was a group of rugged mechs who had entered the transporter.
"You got ten seconds to get off the transporter. Right...NOW!" One of them said.
Before I could process, I was being force through the door. Everyone was scrambling over each other to leave quickly. I could see Ratchet in the corner of my eye. He looked like he's about to be run over in the confusion. Then I felt a sudden push behind me that felt almost like (was it a kick?) Everyone went out of the door and fell on top of me. I groaned in pain from being squished. There was something in front of me and saw shiny plated feet. I looked further up and saw the most terrifying mech standing over us.
The scared man smiled. "Welcome to boot camp."
Oh, scrap.
