Chapter 3
Jack Rourke
Starblossom looked at Stripes as he stood there. The expression on his face plates was a mix between hurt and furious.
"Hey, it's okay. We're all adults, right?" Stripes said before either Bumblebee or Starblossom could respond.
He then turned around, transformed, and drove off at a high-rate of speed to the junkyard entrance before anything else could be said.
Bee shook his helm. Starblossom was right about one thing; he was reckless. This was the third time this week he had taken off like this.
He mentally prayed to Primus that he would be safe, and that someday he would learn.
Meanwhile, not too far away…
Jack Rourke was having feelings of Deja-Vu as he drove down the desert road in his black Nissan 240 Z. Life lately had been… Something else. He finally had payed off his mob debt, and was out of that game for good. That was shortly after the death of his dear friend, Carlos Lopez.
Or so he thought. He heard from Nikki that Carlos was alive. The circumstances however, left him skeptical of the story's credibility. According to Nikki, Carlos, now known as "Stripes" had been changed into a Transformer. An alien, and that he was the offspring of their creator, deity…
What did they call it? Primus?
Which explained why Jack was out here in the first place. He was investigating this lead for himself. He and Carlos went way back, after all. Back to childhood, as a matter of fact. They went to the same schools, the same classes… They were hard to keep apart. Much so, that some would say they were "bound by the threads of fate."
Which would soon prove to be true, as a white BMW M3 GTR with racing stripes sped past Jack in the opposite lane of the two-way highway he was on.
That car gave Jack an even deeper rush of nostalgia. It was the same car that Carlos used to drive! He did a double take, then hit the brakes hard! He slid the 240 Z sideways, doing a 180-degree turn on the highway, and bolted after the BMW! Was it true…?
At that time, on Cybertron…
Quintessa hoved above the battered frame of Optimus Prime. She had just finished showing him the past. Her version of the truth... The Staff... The knights... Unicron.
"Optimus Prime..." She spoke. "You destroyed your home. Do you seek redemption?"
There was what seemed an eternal silence as Optimus Prime gazed at the wall with the tablet of the knights. Finally, he spoke.
"My maker… I do."