When the Allspark Key saved Orion, it not only healed Orion's frame but is trying to heal his processor and spark, but Orion refused to let it. Orion didn't want to be Optimus again. The energy of the Allspark lay dormant in Orion's mind, waiting for another time to heal him. And it decided the perfect time, would be this night…

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"Hi! My name is Elita, what's your name?" asked a familiar green and golden figure.

"Umm...O-Optimus." a shy voice like his own replied.

"I see your reading a history book about the war."

"Y-Yes, I think the war stories are interesting..."

"Me too! It's so nice to finally meet someone at this bootcamp that isn't an idiot! What to talk about them with me?"

"Umm, s-sure?"

"Awesome!"

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"That's right! I'm the best! I can kick the butt of anyone here!" boasted a blue and orange bot after defeating 10 campers.

"Oh yeah? I bet I can kick your instead!" asked the sassy green one.

"HAHAHA! A tiny thing like you! Seriously?! HAHAHAHAHA- AHH!"

"Yeah, a tiny thing like me!"

"Elita! Did you really have to download my grappling hooks to toss him to the sky like that?!" the mysterious bot his voice asked.

"Yep!"

The mysterious bot groaned and ran to where the blue bot landed. "I'm so sorry about that! Are you okay?"

"… No… I think I lost the bolt in my chin."

"Again, I'm really sorry about what happened! Elita loses her temper when people make fun of her, but she's a great person."

"I'll believe when I see it."

"Let me help you to the medic. What's your name again?"

"...Sentinel."

"My name is Optimus."

"...That's an okay name, I guess."

A chuckle. "Thank you."

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"Optimus old buddy, once you, me and Elita graduate from the academy, we are gonna become the greatest autobots in all of Cybertron!"

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Orion woke with a gasp and Megatron awakens sensing his sparkmate's fear.

"Orion, what's wrong?"

A horrified Orion faced him. "I can feel the energy of the allspark key inside of me. It's trying to make me slowly remember who I was. It's trying to turn me back into Optimus! I'm actually starting to feel guilty for what I did to the autobots and for those traitors! I don't want these feelings!"

Megatron hugged the panicking Orion with a slightly fearful look on his own face. "Don't worry, Orion… We will soon make some dark energon and that will remind you how what they all are. Lying, judgmental cowards. They don't deserve you, my little one."

"I know that… but I wish my spark did."

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Menawhile, Rodimus is suffering through his own nightmare.

Energon splattered the battlefield like paint. Bodies were turning grey left and right. But Rodimus never stopped running and neither did what's left of his team.

Rodimus' team was supposed to guard this space bridge with 3 other teams from the decepticons.

They were supposed protect each other.

They were supposed to win, like real heroes.

But they didn't.

And now they were forced to retreat.

Red Alert ran right beside Rodimus while the prime carried a bleeding Hot Shot. Brawn was offline. He got shot through his spark by Cyclonus. Ironhide stayed to fight her and so his team could save themselves. Rodimus turned his head around to see Strika grabbing Ironhide and beating him to death with her fists. No words could describe the horror and rage Rodimus felt seeing it. The greatly injured Hot shot in his arms was the only thing that kept him from going back to save Ironhide himself.

"Rodimus… I'm cold…" Hot Shot whimpered, dull optics flickering.

"It's okay, Hot Shot… You're gonna be okay… We're almost to the ship!" Rodimus said, his own optics never leaving the ship he's running closer too. Desperation and hope swirling in his optics like a storm.

"...Rodimus… I'm glad that we're friends..." Hot Shot whispered.

"Me too, buddy! Don't worry, we're almost there! Stay strong!"

Once they made it inside the ship, Red Alert closed the entrance and started the ship while Rodimus ran straight to the medbay and laid Hot Shot down on a berth.

But then Rodimus noticed how Hot Shot's colors already faded to grey. His optics were pitch black. A sad smile on his cold face.

Rodimus froze.

"...No… no no no no NO!"

Rodimus shakes the smaller bot. "Please don't do this to me! Don't you dare do this to me, Hot Shot! Red Alert!"

The medic put the ship on autopilot and ran to the medbay as fast as she could.

Rodimus could only cling to the corpse of his friend and cry. Tears of pink streamed down his face and landed on Hot Shot. It was the only color on his body.

A servo was on the mourning leader's back. "Rodimus… I… "

Then there was an explosion, Rodimus and Red Alert ran to check it out… and the murderous monsters walked through the smoke.

Orion Pax.

Strika.

Cyclonus.

Oil Slick.

Spittor.

Blackout.

And they came to their ship to end the life of the autobot prodigy, Rodimus Prime.

Is that why they really came to the space bridge?

Are all those deaths his fault?

No. Their deaths wasn't his fault. It was them.

The was the deceptions' fault.

It was Orion Pax's fault!

Rodimus shouted and shot his fire arrows, but Orion casually dodged each one and got closer.

Meanwhile, Oil Slick threw something at Red Alert that's making her rusty and caused her to collapse.

In an act of reckless anger and fear, Rodimus tossed his bow and arrows and threw a punch at Orion. Orion grabbed his fist tightly with his servo and grabbed the other one when Rodimus tried to throw a second punch. Rodimus bared his denta and growled at Orion, trying to break free from his hold.

He heard the beast chuckle and felt the servos around his tighten to the point it's painful. "I can't believe that you're supposed to be one of Cybertron's greatest autobots. I was expecting more of a fight. So disappointing."

"Shut up!"

"Alright, I will."

Orion quickly grabbed his neck. Even though cybertronians didn't need to breathe it still hurts. Rodimus tried to release himself from the deadly, iron hold as he saw Orion pulling out his axe.

What they both didn't expect was a flaming arrow to fly right on Orion's shoulder.

While everyone was too busy excitingly looking at their leader about to execute the prime, they didn't see that Red Alert was slowly, painfully standing up. Red Alert managed to fight off the stiffening powers of the cosmic rust long enough to shoot at Orion with Rodimus' weapon.

Orion roared in pain and Rodimus managed to break free from his grip.

He grabbed Red Alert and they both run for the escape pods at lightning fast speed.

But when they got there… thanks to the decepticons ruining the ship's circuitry with the explosion… only one was working.

The pod could only take one passenger.

Before Rodimus could think of a solution, he felt a needle in his neck and everything was getting blurry and dark no matter how hard he tried to fight it.

"I'm sorry, Rodimus."

A warm, familiar hand nudged him to collapse on the seat of the pod and… that was the last time he ever saw the brave, selfless medic.

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Rodimus woke up silently with tears in his optics and wiped them away.

They will pay.

All of them will pay.