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This is my favorite part to write so far! So much awesomeness! Gasp! Okay so seriously, buckle up, because this chapter is an emotional roller coaster!
One With the Alspark
Optimus Prime lay silent for a long while, Smokescreen sitting somberly beside him. The young mech felt utterly miserable. With no hope of possibly saving his leader or preventing the inevitable outcome, he had only but to sulk in intense sorrow. Each breath that rasped from the Prime's intakes was painful to listen to. Then, quite randomly, Optimus' optics flashed wide open and he spoke out.
"W-who stands before me...?" he demanded, dazed optics shifting about anxiously.
"What? It's me Optimus, Smokescreen," the young mech answered gently with worry.
"Who...beckons...?" Optimus' words died in a long exhale as suddenly his sight faded to black and before he fully understood what was going on, he was in darkness... But not complete darkness.
"Come, Optimus," boomed a voice... strong, warm and familiar. There was a bright light beaming before the Prime, and from it shined the form of one from his ancient past.
Optimus approached curiously, the light penetrating forth with more intensity the nearer he came. Then... all was clear. Optimus' optics widened in realization.
"Is it truly you? Alpha Trion?" Optimus did not want to believe it, but there he was...
"I stand before you, my student," Alpha Trion spoke calmly in assurance,"As such, it would seem it is your time,"
The declaration had now come from his own mentor. This was it.
Optimus looked down somberly. Alpha Trion could easily sense his pupil's reluctance.
"Why do you hesitate?" the scribe inquired. Optimus' gaze returned quickly to his teacher.
"I do not fear joining with the alspark, but... for the fate of the Matrix of Leadership,"
"You know as well as I, a worthy candatate is near. One who will learn to be a Prime, as you once did," Alpha Trion responded. At that Optimus Prime's memory once more came to life before his optics, visions of him in his younger years flooding back in a rush.
Smokescreen could do this... Optimus knew in his spark the youngester had the potential, even if the burden would seem large at first... The Autobots would have to grow to depend on the rookie, as they had come to depend upon him. Optimus reflected on his friends and soldiers with sad resignation. He would never see them again, nor did he know if they had all made it to safety. But... perhaps that was how it was supposed to be. Yet, still, what of Elita One? She was depending on him to come back for her...
"Take my hand Optimus, and join me," Alpha Trion spoke, stretching out an arm bathed in bright light and extending his hand to his former studant: the noble Prime. Optimus glanced down once more, part of him still unwilling to accept that this was his end.
"Join with the Alspark," Alpha Trion prompted encouragingly. Optimus knew he had no rite to deny when the Alspark was calling to him and offering the rest that would come from letting go of his past troubles and finally submitting to a life in union with the past Primes.
Optimus Prime had been there at the beginning of the war; he himself had been half the reason it started. Was it so selfish of him to long to be the one to finish it? Was it wrong of him to feel sorrow at the idea of loosing his chance to personally bring forth the justice which he'd been striving towards for millions of mega-cycles? Perhaps it was. To refuse the Will of the Alspark itself would be blasphemous. If this was his destiny, so be it. Optimus reached forward with grace and gratitude to accept the hand extended to him.
Encompassing peace, which surpassed all understanding, suddenly flowed into his spark, enlightening every part of his being, and with it... a sense of freedom like never before.
Optimus Prime was one with the Alspark.
To be continued...
How was that? Pretty intense huh? Just you wait till the next part readers! Just... you... wait...
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-Stokin D Embers
