Optimus sat, looking around the newly restored halls of Vector Sigma. The walls glowed a bright blue, and metallic structures hung low. Optimus smiled. Everything was back to the way it was.
A hulking grey Autobot walked in, his steps audible. The crimson and blue Goliath turned around to see an old friend.
"Megatronus! What brings you here? Last I heard, you were helping the former Decepticons to adjust to their new faction." Optimus asked his friend, visibly curious. He lowered his face-plate, showing his smooth features, and walked towards Megatronus. His steps were almost as loud as those of the former Decepticon leader. Almost.
Megatronus looked around the room. He couldn't believe that he was in the Hall of Primes. Then again, these days he was hearing a lot of things he couldn't believe. Apparently, he had lead a war against his best friend, that had cost thousands of their friends and comrades their lives. It made him feel like an outsider; all the other 'Bots seemed either distrusting or resentful towards him. He didn't really blame them though. After what he'd done, it seemed a more than appropriate response. Although, it sometimes seemed they would never forgive him. Like he would be a misfit forever, cast out like a leper. He shook his head to clear his mind, and walked over to Optimus.
"Well, Optimus," he began.
"Please, dispense with the formalities, Megatronus. The war is over, and soon there will be a new generation of Primes. Call me Orion." Optimus told his friend.
The two got up and walked around the room. For Optimus, this was a standard sight. After spending so much time there, it had lost its sense of wonder for the Autobot leader. But Megatronus stared in amazement like a protoform seeing himself transform for the first time.
That sense of childlike awe was interrupted when Optimus prodded him further.
"You were going to ask something?" he said. In the dim light of hall, Optimus glowed like a beacon of hope, not there was much need for one after the war was over.
Megatronus began to talk, sheepishly. "Well, it seems a lot of the newly restored Autobots are having a hard time accepting me as a real friend. Optimus, could you please tell me what exactly I did. I know it was bad, terrible even, but I need to know. If I'm to make amends, I must know." He looked down, and frowned a bit, although his was an nonthreatening frown.
Optimus sighed. This was the conversation he had been dreading. He had just gotten his best friend back, and he didn't want to burden their newly restored friendship by bringing up the past. But now, he could dodge it no longer. He gestured for Megatronus to follow him.
"Yes, Megatronus. I will tell you the whole story." Optimus began, as he sat back down. "Millennia ago, you and I had a falling out. You believed that by becoming a Prime, I was selling out our ideals to become another aristocrat. After an argument, you left, bitter."
Megatronus leaned in closer, intent on hearing every last word his companion had to say. The enormity of the room, couple with the magnitude of what Optimus had to say, made the giant robotic warrior seem no bigger than an inch.
Over the course of the next hour or so, Optimus explained the war for Cybertron to him, in excruciating detail. He could now tell why he was left out. Strangely, Bumblebee, whose voice box he had personally and brutally removed, was one of the few who didn't avoid him. I fact, other than Optimus, he seemed to be the one spending the most time around him. Megatronus turned to tell Optimus about the loyal and forgiving scout, when the two 'Bots heard a knock at the door.
Optimus and Megatronus walked to get the door, clanking on the metal tiles as they did so. They weren't in a rush, however, and that seemed to annoy whoever was knocking. He knocked faster and harder with each passing second, voicing his irritation without ever saying a word. After a few seconds, the two reached the door, and Optimus pressed a sensor.
The door immediately stood up, and outside Optimus saw two very different 'Bots. One, large, taller than Optimus in fact, and with a yellow, orange, red, and black color scheme. The other was sleek and had a much less complicated color scheme, simply white and sky blue.
"Optimus-we-need-your-help-it's-urgent-and-no-othe r-Autobot-can-help-us-not-that-we'd-go-to-another- Autobot-because-you're-the-leader-and-if-we-have anything-to-tell-someone-we'd-tell-the-leader-and- by-the-way-you-are-a-great-one-Alpha-Trion-would-b e-proud-speaking-of-which-you-really-should-start chronicling-the-recent-history-of-Cybertron-up-to- and-including-the-recent-end-to-the-war-I-don't-me an-to-say-that-you-don't-have-more-important-issue s-to-attend-to-it's-just-that-you-were-originally- a-data-clerk-so-you're-the-best-suited-but-I-under stand-if-you" the blue bot said, almost too quickly to understand.
"Blurr. I appreciate you coming to me first, but please talk slower and use less words." Optimus said, looking towards Blurr, the blue 'Bot.
The larger 'Bot stepped forward, and began to speak. "Flashes. Across the sky. Seem danger. Me Grimlock tell Optimus." said the orange one, named Grimlock.
"Grimlock, I realize what I have previously said, but I would prefer you speak a bit faster, and use a few more words." Optimus said, nodding towards the highly intelligent brute.
Blurr decided he had the best chance of getting through to Optimus. "Well you see we saw a light coming from Shockwave's old lair and thought it might be something worth checking out so we came to you. I'm-glad-you-opened-the-door-for-us-otherwise" Blurr said, picking up speed before, being interrupted.
"Thank you Blurr. And you as well Grimlock." Optimus said.
Grimlock grunted in response.
"I appreciate your efforts. Luckily, Shockwave is extremely loyal to Megatronus, and will change his cause readily when news of the war's end reaches him." Optimus said, "Megatronus and I will begin sending out the transmission."
Grimlock looked towards Megatronus and grunted suspiciously. Then, the two visitor's left.
Megatronus and Optimus once again turned towards the magnificent Hall of Primes, and began talking.
"You see the way Grimlock looks at me. Do you think he'll... they'll ever forgive me?" Megatronus asked.
Optimus placed a large silver hand and Megatronus' extremely enormous shoulder. "Give them time old friend."