Authoress: Hey guys!Primus... It's been a while since I updated this story... I was too caught up in your's! XD, anyways, I Just became a Beta tester for the most AWESOME game ever! TRANSFORMERS UNIVERSE! I hope you guys manage to get the game so I can see you online! If you have the game, I am mostly online from 10:00AM- 12:00PM or longer in Central time. My Autobot Commander name is Optima Primus and my Decepticon Commander name is Angel Strike! Hope to see you all there! Also, I want to notify you that the Megatron/Optimus poll is ending next update! So far Megatron is winning!
Megatron: 11
Optimus: 9
Keep up the reviews and tips! :) Hey Optima, care to say the disclaimer?
Optima: Optima Primus does not own transformers and Lunarmis. They belong to Hasbro and I Am The Silver Lining! Check out her stories sometime!
Recently on Transformers: The Lost Prime
I gasped opening my optics to see my adopted Creator looking at me with worry. "Are you okay Optima?" He questioned, holding a servo out to help me up. I took it, standing up while holding my helm. "The Shadowbots... they are missing..." I whispered. "Shadowbots... what in Primus' name are you talking about?" Creator questioned, looking at me in confusion. "Beatdtrop and the others!" I replied. "You mean your friends back on Cybertron?" He asked, crossing his servos. I nodded.
He sighed, looking to me. "I don't know where they are, the last time I saw them was when you stayed with them in the war."
"Their still on the lose..." I whispered. "Who? What are you talking about?!" He exclaimed. I didn't respond, only bounded out of the medical bay I was placed in after I glitched. I glanced around, bounding around the Cybertronian sized hallways. I bumped into a form the same as mine and I stopped looking over to see Optimus Prime looking at me. "Is there something wrong Optima?" He questioned. I shook my helm. "N-no. I have to go!"
I transformed into my Peterbilt form and drove off, the voices calling for me the most were Optimus' and Ratchet's. I looked to my internal radar, scanning for the Shadowbot's signatures across the galaxy because of my special ability to do so. Several beeps were sounded and all of their signatures popped up. I mentally grinned. The signatures were heading towards earth. I calculated their landing time and it came up as 42 hours.. 2 days.. contacted Beatdrop because they were in range.
"Optima Prime to Beatdrop: Did you miss me?" I questioned, only to get a lucky-go-happy-voice exclaiming.
"Beatdrop to Optima Prime: Holy slag... Optima, is that you old fragger?!" Her voice relieved me and I laughed, replying.
"Optima Prime to Beatdrop: The one and only Optima Prime of the Shadowbots, Beatdrop. Anyways, are the Deadslayers on the lose?" I chuckled as I drove, turning off the road and onto a highway as I tainted my windows so no one can see through them.
"Beatdrop to Optima Prime: Sadly, yes and so is Galactus. They are preparing for something... I don't know what..." She said, worried. I hum.
"Then... we have to re-unite!"
Current time at the landing sight of the Shadowbots
"OPTIMA!" A voice cried out as a slightly smaller form tackled me. "What the?!" I yelped pushing the black and silver femme that was Beatdrop. She had two large doorwings on her back and she also had speakers on her servos and chassis. She was a slim yet bulkey, she she had two antennas coming out the side of her audio receptors along with a visor. I shook my helm. "You have got to stop doing that-" I was cut off by a yellow, orange, red, and blue seeker femme with two shoulder rockets and two plasma canons on arms(Like Ironhide's). She was bulky and scarred, her having been in multiple battles. "Don't worry, she'll stop when se ACTUALLY grows up." Earning a rather loud 'HEY!' from the said femme. A loud chuckle came from a black femme with red pulse lines and a medical symbol on her shoulder plates and chassis. "I see Starseeker got her humor back... let's just hope her twin, Backfire got hers back also." She said, jabbing one of her digits over at a silver, red, purple, and black femme with two large shoulder canons, and who also looked gruff and exactly like Starseeker.
I shook my helm again. "We have too many pairs of twins... It's already bad enough we have the Trouble twins and the 'Wave twins." I sighed, looking over to a cyan and silver femme who looked exactly like Beatdrop. She didn't have door wings though, and she also had a visor like her twin. The said femme walked over. "What's up Optima and Blacksin." She asked us. "Er... the sky" I replied sighing. She laughed. Blacksin shook her helm. "Nothing much Trebelcleff, accept that we have finally found Optima over quite a few vorns." She meerly replied.
I also shook my helm and turned to Lunarmis, who was a silver femme with golden optics, much like Blacksin and Starseeker's. "I am guessing you haven't changed at all?" I asked with humor in my voice. "Not at all ya old 'bot!" The femme exclaimed, slapping her servo on my backplates. I raised an optic ridge at her. "Good to know." I chuckled simply. Lunarmis smirked and turned away, having been talking to the one and only Blacksin. Two femmes, one being black, purple, and red, and the other being black, purple, and blue, were sitting in the corner. They were twins, and one had a visor over her faceplates, the other having a visor over her optics. Flashwave and Starwave.
I nodded with a smile to them and tuurned to our landed ship. It was quite large, and it had the name 'The Night' painted onto it's wings. It was painted Black and Navy blue, so it could not be seen as they travel through the universe. I smiled and walked to it, opening the doors and walking to my old berthroom. After a long day... I needed the recharge. I laid down on my usually cold berth and closed my optics, slowly drifting off.
I was floating in space, beutiful stars twinkling around me as I looked around. "Optima Primus, it is a pleasure to see you once again, my child." A deep booming voice that surrounded me greeted. I smiled. "Hello, The One." I greeted back. "I am assuming you do not know why I am visiting you... It is because your counterpart faction, the Deadslayers, have gotten stronger and more powerful than ever before. I can not stop them... but you can. I am going to upgrade your processor and armor, making you more calculated and aware of what is to come." The god said with slight worry in his voice. "I understand... Thank you." I thanked, understanding why I was going to be updated.
"Prepare for the pain, young one." He warned. A sudden pain filled my protoform, making me fall to my knee-struts. I clenched my dentas, closing my optics as the pain rushed through me. I felt my backplates shift and extend, forming giant metal angel wings, and were so big, they would probobally drag behind me as I walked. My processor upated, making my optics shudder for a moment and turn back on. My sight was more calculated and aimed, searching for any movement in the vast space.
"Your Update is complete, my child... now you must return." Then I fell, falling into the darkness of space.
I awoke with a start as alarms rang through the the landed ship. I stood, looking behind me. My optics widened when I saw the two giant wings on my back. I shrugged, turning back and jogging to the control room, were Blacksin was gazing at the radar and typing in multiple codes. I folded my wings in, hiding them from all who were in the room. "What is the signature?" I asked, looking at the screen and seeing about 2 blue signals moving to were our own were.
"I don't know. Maybe an Autobot..." She replied, unsure. I nodded and walked out of the ship, waiting for the two signals to arrive. The others had joined me, standing at my side as I gazed out in the distance. Two familiar vehicles were in the distance, and all optics, both purple and gold, were trained on the two. I was standing tall, my now purple with gold swirled optics trained on them both as the two vehicles got closer and closer.
"Optima! Were were you?!" Questioned my creator, transforming and standing a yard away. Optimus too transformed, and I vented, looking to the others. They had mixed expressions of confusion and uneasiness. I turned my helm back to them. "I have no need to explain. I was sure you would have known by my rant before I left." I replied simply. My creator's optics twitched. "I could not understand you because you were speaking too fast!" He exclaimed. I rubbed my helm with a vent, my audio receptor horns flicking. This is going to be a hard explanation...
Authoress: AAAAANNNNDDDD, CUT!
Optima: Thank Primus, I was getting frustrated. *Crosses servos*
Authoress: Quiet you!
Ratchet: -_-... Both of you shut up! Im trying to work!
Authoress: Whatever... Hatchet
Ratchet: *Glares at her* DON'T CALL ME THAT! *Throws a wrench at her.*
Authoress: *Dodges and takes off with Ratchet after her.*
Optima: Er... Should we help her?
Optimus: *Shruggs* No. She will be fine.
Optima: *Snickers* Don't forget to review! *Watches as Authoress runs by with Ratchet still chasing her with a wrench in servo.*
