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Flashback


Elita One was off in the distance of the black void within Optimus Prime's mind. At first, she was blurry, but then, a whirlwind of detail surged into his processor and things became clear. The city of Iacon materialized in place all around and suddenly, Optimus was lost in a memory so clear and so warm, his momentary condition was all but forgotten. He stood atop the set of stairs that led up to the Hall of Records. He watched with a smile as the femme below approached.

Cybertronian citizens in altmode were zooming by on the streets, weaving amidst one another busily. Flyers roared above in the sky, and along the side street walk ways were bots walking in humanoid form conversing casually. The stairs leading up to the Hall of Records were speckled with bots sitting and discussing scholar matters, or friends meeting up beneath the legendary land mark. To many on Cybertron, the Hall of Records was a place for genuiouses.

To Orion Pax, it was home.

And it was here that Orion was meeting up with Elita One, the day after having just recieved his astoundingly shocking title as the Prime. He still couldn't sink it all in. So many thoughts swam through his mind, but all he knew was that he was dying to see one of his closest and most gentle friends. She would understand better than most of his friends what he was going through, for she knew him perhaps the most intimately, and he longed for her company.

She came to the bottom of the stairs, every curve of her form, every sparkle of her armor, the bright, intoxigating glow of her bright blue eyes, were absolutely picturesque. Orion started his way eagerly down the stairs to meet her half way and capture her in a wordless hug. She returned it tightly, and the two friends held one another in a joyful reunion. Finally they broke apart.
"Elita, you have no idea how good it is to see you," Orion said.

"I leave for five days and you go and get yourself dubbed Prime!" Elita teased, squeezing his shoulder where her hand still was. Orion smiled, taking her in.
"It was in no way planned, that I promise you. I still can't believe it," he responded.
"I can't even imagine... Orion I never dreamed-" Elita caught herself off quickly, "Not Orion... I'm sorry, I meant Optimus Prime," she apologized.

Optimus shook his head quickly, frowning, "No, you can always call me Orion," he said looking at her seriously and taking her hand. Elita looked at him with a direct and intense gaze.
"But, that's not who you are anymore... "
"Elita, I haven't changed," Optimus countered. Elita shook her head gently.
"Your spark hasn't changed, but your purpose is now significantly greater.

"You have a name worthy of you...Optimus Prime,"

Optimus stared at her in frozen reflection. Everything was changing. Despite how he tried to comfort himself in the fact he was the same Orion Pax, Elita One was right... He had a bigger purpose in life now, something beyond his control, but it was his responsibility to embrace it, not run from it. The new Prime smiled at the femme and brought her closer.
"What do you say to having a nice cup of energon with the Prime then?"

To be continued...


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