Orion paced the floor, Elita and Ratchet watched him. SilverStorm had not returned, and with news of Megatron forces having reach them he grew more and more worried.
"Orion sit! You are doing my head in!"
Ratchet hollered at him. Orion shook his head slowly, sitting down and placing his face into his hands. Elita ran her hand along his back as she laid her head on his shoulder. She was worried too, scared even. They all jumped when a knock came to the door. Orion looked at the door not moving, what it was Megatron? He stood slowly walking over to it, he stopped 10 feet before it.
"Whose there?"
His voice even scaring himself,
"Alpha Trion."
Orion felt a sudden sense of relief and security wash over him as he quickly opened the door. He was even more surprised to see Alpha Trion carrying SilverStorm in his arms.
"Merely exhausted, she has seen her fair share of trauma today."
Orion lead Alpha Trion to the sofa where he gently laid her down. Orion looked up at him, the old bot seems unphased by current events.
"You seem unphased sir."
Orion felt slightly annoyed, here they were at the beginning of what everyone was thinking a war and Alpha Trion acted as though it was nothing.
"As I have told you before my student there are things, many things I am unable to reveal. Though one of such I can reveal, one my journey here to bring SilverStorm back, I saw many taking up arms."
Orion shivered,
"To fight with Megatron no doubt."
Alpha Trion looked at Ratchet and Elita, these four were so young and yet…
"No, my student, against him."
Orion stood,
"What?"
Alpha Trion nodded,
"Megatron's actions were not condone by many, a line has been drawn young ones, a war is beginning. It is time to decide where you will stand when the curtain falls."
All three lowered their heads, none wanted to fight with Megatron, nor did they know how to fight a war.
"Already the Elita Guard summons those who are willing to fight. They plan to stop Megatron before this goes to far."
SilverStorm groaned, sitting up she rubbed her eyes. She heard voice around her, she jumped up. Her spark pounding until she realized she was safe.
"Oh, thank Primus,"
She fell into Orion with a hug,
"You were right… you were right"
She cried into his shoulder, Orion kept his arms around her, stroking her back. He felt sorry for her, he wanted to help her.
"Megatron plans to over take Cybertron. He plans to rule it. He… he wants you dead."
SilverStorm stammered as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Orion looked at Alpha Trion.
"I am not sure what to do."
Alpha Trion smiled,
"The four of you follow me."
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"You will be safe here for a time."
Alpha Trion opened a secret door in his office which lead down to the vaults.
"Hide?"
Orion asked, slightly surprised. Alpha Trion nodded, hiding his smile. He knew Orion would not go for such an act of cowardice.
"We aren't going to hide sir, there are bots that need us."
Ratchet nodded in agreement.
"I may be nothing more then a glorified nurse right now, but I have a doctorate! I can't hide while bots are being hurt and I do nothing. Its against my code, against what I stand for, what I live for."
Both Elita and SilverStorm nodded in agreement,
"Hiding will accomplish nothing but to state to Megatron he is winning by fear."
SilverStorm took Orion's arm,
"We may not be fighters Alpha Trion, but we will do our part to help stop Megatron."
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In the months that followed Megatron's forces had grown exponentially as they took over Poly Hex and Kaon, claiming Kaon as they headquarters. Megatron had announced that his forces would be called Decepticons. A name meant to strike fear into the sparks of everyone they encountered.
Meanwhile the resistance began to call themselves Autobots. A force for good who were fighting to bring freedom and peace back to the now war ridden planet. Most every bot had chosen a side, and those who remained undecided still wavered more to one side or the other. No place was safe now, most cities had been claimed by one faction or another, curfews had been set in place along with martial law. Everyone was expected to be armed much to Orion's disappointment, he still didn't believe in such violence though it became more and more clear everyday that talking was no longer a solution.
SilverStorm sat on the steps to Iacon, the city had been claimed by the Autobots and held one of its larger military facilities. She had been inducted into the army to build war craft alongside Elita. She sighed sadly as she looked around her, units marching the streets, where sparkling's and younglings had once played. She looked to the horizon which once held such beauty now was spotted by smoke and fire, the building around her showed signs of bombings, the ground was cracked and blackened.
Her home, her life, everything had changed so quickly. She shook her head, in a matter of months her life had become a war zone, Cybertron no longer shone brilliantly amongst the stars, instead now a dark shadow was cast over it. A normal day now consisted of screams and explosions; the smell of death lingered in the air.
She pushed herself up to her feet, was it true what was being said? Was Cybertron dying? It was true the sun no longer seemed to shine and Energon no longer seemed to be growing. She turned walking into Iacon, the Hall of Records had been preserved, now mostly used for Military data but still. Even Alpha Trion had managed to save Orion from combat by enlisting him to assist the old sage.
She sighed, Ratchet however had been taken almost immediately and placed on the battle field. Medics were highly valued now. SilverStorm smiled, at least Ratchet finally made it though at what cost. She hadn't seen him in over 3 months, he had been transferred to Tiger Pax. Communications were limited due to the fear of Megatron's forces infiltrating them.
"Hey you okay?"
SilverStorm turned to Elita who was wearily walking toward her. SilverStorm nodded, coming over to meet her. The hall was quiet with only a few murmurs rising amongst them.
"I am just tired, but I think everyone is, no sooner does one fall asleep then you are wakened by alarms and explosions. Elita nodded, she looked around for Orion.
"Orion has been distant lately no?"
SilverStorm nodded her agreement,
"I have noticed that too. Its like he is bearing this whole war on his shoulders."
Elita nodded,
"he is sort of."
SilverStorm turned to her,
"What?"
Elita sighed,
"Look he didn't want me to say anything to you but, he feels responsible like he somehow enabled Megatron to start this."
SilverStorm shook her head,
"That sounds like my brother, blaming himself for something that wasn't."
Elita sighed,
"I don't think he even…"
She looked away, SilverStorm knew what she meant bringing Elita into a hug.
"I know it's silly, I mean we are in a war there are more important things right now."
Elita sobbed softly,
"I just… I still love him you know but I don't think he loves me anymore."
SilverStorm looked at her in the eyes,
"He loves you Elita, more then you realize. Orion just has a hard time dealing with stress, he tends to cut himself off from the world when a situation gets too stressful, he backs away. He has to have time to think. But I know he loves you."
Elita smiled wiping the tears from her eyes. SilverStorm smiled,
"There now, you go get some sleep while we can. I have a few things to attend to."
Elita yawned not arguing as she headed for the bunkers to get some rest. SilverStorm looked around the hall, Orion was here somewhere. She made her way down the hall till she found him.
"Orion?"
She whispered, Orion looked at her through the door way, nodding for her to enter.
"Alpha Trion has me tagging these relics down in the vault. Trackers of some sort."
Silverstorm grunted,
"Maybe when you get a break from that you can go see Elita. She's devastated you have been ignoring her."
Orion glanced at SilverStorm then back to his datapad. He knew she was right. He sighed laying the datapad down on the desk.
"It's my fault Stormy, all of this."
SilverStorm shook her head,
"Orion listen to me and listen good. None of this is your fault. Did you tell Megatron to threaten the council?"
"Well…No"
"Did you force him to take up arms against them and all of Cybertron?"
"No…."
"Then how is this your fault?"
Orion slammed his fists on the desk,
"I supported him! Without me he would have never gotten as far as he did, I encourage him onward."
SilverStorm shook her head,
"You have read the stories and researched the original Primes have you not?"
Orion nodded,
"Then do you believe that the Fallen is the other 12's fault? They caused that?"
Orion narrowed his eyes,
"No, that was his choice to turn on his brothers and sister."
SilverStorm grabbed Orion's shoulders
"Exactly, the others support him though didn't they right up until like Megatron he turned on them! That is what friends, brothers do!"
Orion let her words sink in, he knew her to be right. His mind was so confused, everything that was happening. He still had not told anyone Halogen had told him he would make a great Prime. Like he needed that added stress, what did he know of being a Prime anyway.
SilverStorm snapped him out of his thoughts,
"Now I am going to go and get some sleep. I suggest you do the same."
SilverStorm walked out of Iacon and down to the bunkers. She felt her spark ache, she laid back as sleep took over. She dreamed of a life that could have been.
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Alpha Trion hid in the stairwell listening to the conversation, it was only a matter of time now. Soon Orion would find his true destiny and SilverStorm hers. He admired the strength in both of them, though Orion needed some pushing to make him stronger, Alpha Trion chuckled to himself, sometimes you had to bee forced into greatness in order to accept your destiny.
