Cybertron Orbit
"Optimus Prime… re-entry… Cybertron…"
He awoke from stasis to find himself being pulled towards a planet. Pulling the shield from his back, he used to protect himself as he made landing on the planet's surface. Slamming into solid ground at terminal velocity can hurt even a Prime without a means to protect oneself. After years away
A trench was carved into the ground upon contact with the surface. He regained his senses slowly, moaning in pain as he began to move his stiffened body and look around. He wished he hadn't looked up. He wished he had kept his optics closed What he saw around him was something out of a nightmare. It was enough to send a pang of sadness and hopelessness through his Spark. Even rising to his feet, he could not help but stare around in shock.
"My world…," Optimus Prime muttered. "What has happened to my world?"
"Your world is dying, Optimus Prime," a feminine voice echoed from within the entrance to some kind of chamber directly ahead.
Prime jerked his head to look inside before marching in with a burning determination. He suspected who was inside. The one who brought him here. His Creator. Upon entry to the chamber revealed it to be much larger than anticipated. In the center were two massive statues of Cybertronian knights kneeling with their swords in front of them. Between those giant swords was a floating being.
"I've been waiting for you, Optimus," the female being said. "Come meet Your Maker."
Prime narrowed his optics as he got closer. "You are my… creator?"
She opened her eyes to reveal two blue eyes. "I am Quintessa, the Prime of Life."
With roar of anger, Optimus began to approach at a faster pace. "What have you done to my home?!" He pulled his sword off of his back and was ready to swing when Quintessa turned around and hit him with a blue pulse of energy. The Prime was sent rolling backwards, using his sword to halt his slide across the ground.
"You dare raise a weapon to your god?!" Quintessa roared.
A chain launched from the floor and latched onto his sword arm. Prime lost his grip on his sword as the chain became taut. He tried to lash out with his free arm, but that was caught in a chain as well. Two more chains pierced just below his neck and pulled him to his knees. When Prime tried to struggle, an electric shock was sent through each chain.
Prime's body slacked briefly as he vented hard. Then he lifted his head to look as Quintessa. She smiled… that quickly turned into a sneer. She lift her hand, and a beam of blue energy shot out. Without getting electrocuted again, Optimus was not able to see what was happening behind him. Then he heard a guttural groan from behind. A massive black hand grabbed his head and forced him to look at Quintessa.
"Your war doomed Cybertron!" She said.
"Megatron started the war!" Optimus said.
"You destroyed your world, you fool! My greatest creation… and you're going to help me fix it, or the race of Transformers will die forever." Quintessa said.
"I'll never help you," Prime replied.
That earned him a backhanded slap from her. Prime groaned in pain as he felt a burning sensation spread along the left side of his head. A dull red coloration had formed.
"I made you. You are mine to command," Quintessa said in a silky voice.