Chapter Six: Recovery
Red Alert met the gang at the door to the apartment, surprised to see the stranger, who Shadow confirmed to be the once cloaked mech. When Landmine told Red Alert to ready the living room for story telling, he quickly did so, seeing as no one was badly hurt. Once everything was settled, the large red and blue mech sat back and looked at everyone with aged eyes.
"To answer Shadow's question earlier, I'm the one of the last living Autobots, and the once proud leader, as Landmine said." He said softly. Landmine nodded, as did Shadow. "I am Optimus Prime."
"I thought you were killed." Red Alert said.
"Nearly." Optimus replied, "I was found by an old friend who helped me back onto my feet before he was found and killed, I found an old cloak to hide under, waiting for the right time to strike back at the Decepticons, but that was 25 million years ago."
"That must've been hard, hiding like that." Bash said
"Yes, though for a few years I retreated to a distant planet, but I returned here and moved around a lot."
"Before we get carried away, I want to know what happen to the Autobots." Flameshield said.
"Everything was peaceful before the rise of Lavatron, he raised his army in secret, so I didn't notice it until he struck. We were in celebration, so everyone was relaxed and enjoying themselves, and that's when the Decepticons struck. By the time my men got out of shock, many were already too damaged or dead. I still led them into battle with little hope of victory, and by the time I was brought down, what few were left took off into hiding."
"A massacre during a celebration," Landmine muttered, "I think I remember hearing about that."
"Now I'm trying to make it up to the people of Cybertron." Optimus said softly, "I didn't take the precautions to post security around the celebration, it's my fault the massacre happened."
"Don't be too harsh on yourself." Red Alert cut in, and Optimus looked up at the medic, "Peace had been around for so long, you simply forgot, it happens to everyone."
"It's like I've forgotten how everything looked before Mangna cut my optics out." Flameshield said, "it's a different world."
"That it is." Optimus agreed, "I still have to make it up to the people, I owe them that much."
"So then, let's plan our next phase." Shadow said, ending the somber mood.
…Strike…
I can't believe it, I thought I killed him all those years ago. Lavatron thought while slowly coming out of stasis lock. How, in Primus' name, did that bastard live?
Lavatron and the other four generals were in the medical bay of Darkmount's central base, where he usually watches happenings from his men of the satellites, keep close watch on the subjects of the planet. Now he was pinned down on an examination table being patched up from a blast he didn't know where it hit.
Already in his head he was planning on his revenge to kill that Autobot. The last thing that this planet needed, in his mind, was a worthless leader. This planet needs a strong leader, like himself, to rule it. However, he had to get rid of that Autobot before all his plans were ruined.
"Lavatron, sir, are you awake?"
"Yes, I am." He said. Lavatron sounded like he was ready to rip out someone's spark.
"Sir, you mustn't strain yourself, rest before you attack that mech again."
"I am aware, I must make new battle plans before I attack again." He muttered, opening his eyes and slowly sitting up. "How are the rest of my men?"
"They function, but have the same warning I gave you."
"Very well, then." Lavatron muttered, touching the floor and heading out, "His head will be mine!"
"I'm sure it will be." The medic replied.
…Strike…
She never fought in any of the fights, instead she listen to the many stories that were told when the sun sets and the street fighters, as they were called, stopped fighting. It was the many rules held in the small town known as Dusttown, where Street Fighting never killed and brought entertainment to those who lived there. Street Fighters could live comfortably, but claim that living outside in the elements added to life. The medic center there, though small, would fix the fighters who got too banged up.
One story she heard was one about a mech whose first memory was made there, on the streets in an alleyway long gone. He was famous amongst them because of his quick rise to the top. His name was Orion Pax, and when some war, some theorized to be billions of years ago, happened that nearly wiped out the fighters, he vanished. Many say he entered the ranks of the Autobots, which she had never heard of, and others say he died during the battle.
She figured he must've entered the Autobot ranks, because of the cloaked mech that brought her to this safe haven, as he called it. She never caught his name, but one of the mechs here, Coldpunch, talked to him like they were old friends. She also thought that perhaps that cloaked mech had been everywhere and knew a lot of people, but over time that became clearer.
Coldpunch lead her to an older mech's home, where he had been caring for her and her injuries for many years. She was grateful for the older mech's hospitality, but she really wondered what was happening out in the world, and if Flameshield was still alive.
"Aqua." Came the older mech's voice.
"Yeah?" she asked, turning to him.
"You keep saying a name aloud in your sleep, who is Flameshield?"
"He was my partner, he helped me out in medical school before it was attacked by those Decepticons." She said, "He had a flame colored paint job, and the deepest green eyes one could imagine."
"He sounds like a nice lad."
"He was." She said, "But I don't know if he's alive anymore or not."
"Well, I always said don't give up hope until you have solid evidence."
"Yeah, I guess so." Aqua muttered.
"Alpha Trion!" A voice at the door called.
"Yes, Jazz?" the older mech called, walking over to the door.
Aqua turned her gaze back outside. For nearly a millennium she had hid, many times she wanted to leave but the cloaked mech's voice always returned, saying that the time will become evident when it was time for her to head out. Before long, she fell asleep there, drifting once again to the peaceful memories she had when she was with Flameshield
Answers revealed.
I went back to Aqua because Dusttown, where she's located, will become important later on, and i thought it'd be nice to tell you how she was doing.
Updates might slow down cause i've caught up with myself. i really hate it when i have plans for later in the story, but can't exactly bridge over to them... Also at this point, if anyone has suggestions to add to the stroy, i'll take them into consideration and perhaps put it in the story:)
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