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Rodimus Prime, that's what Optimus himself dubbed me. I'll answer to it, I guess I don't have a choice, but it's not my name.
I'm Hot Rod.
Maybe not on the outside anymore, Matrix knows I'm different there. But on the inside? Everyone says I've changed. That I'm more mature, more focused, more capable. Maybe. I don't know. All I know is I'm leader of the Autobots now and I just can't act the way I did.
Talk about your battlefield promotions! Seconds away from death inside Unicron, I touched the Matrix and was transformed, made bigger, stronger, and more powerful. I beat Galvatron and destroyed Unicron and then everyone's calling me the new Autobot leader.
Heck, I even proclaimed it to be a "New Age of Peace and Happiness." What a load of shell casings.
I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do. I'm no leader. I'm just Hot Rod, Primus-may-care Autobot cavalier. I don't care what anyone says, I haven't changed at all.
I have to set the record straight about that. I still want to rush into things head first. I'd still rather be thinking with my fists and guns. But every time I'm about to, I can hear a little voice telling me to think.
And I'm amazed to find that it belongs to me. I know I've got people counting on me now, people whose lives rest upon my ability to make decisions. I don't like it.but I see the way they're all looking at me, the way they all expect me to be something, to finish the job Optimus started, and I don't want to let them down. I hate it. I was never responsible for anything before, let alone the entirety of the Autobots. I should just give the Matrix to Magnus. Or Springer. Or even Grimlock. Any of them, heck, anybody, could do a better job than I ever could.
But none of them would ever take it. Well, maybe Grimlock would, but I'm not sure the universe is ready for a Grimimus Prime.
You know what bothers me most though? You know what bothers me most about being the leader?
I lost Arcee. Lost? I never even really had her. I thought maybe, just maybe there could be something between us. But no, there can't be any fraternizing with the troops now. She told me as much, said she couldn't have me putting her safety before anyone else's. And yeah, I guess I might do that, but that wasn't what really hurt. What hurt as that she's already forming some kind of bond with Springer. I don't know, it might be purely platonic, but I can see the way he looks at her. It's the same way I used to.
Slag it. Leaders aren't supposed to get jealous.
I feel like I can't do anything anymore. I can't go out clubbing with Jazz or racing with Blurr. I can't jam with Blaster. I can't play a trick on Kup with Grimlock and the boys. I can't be me anymore.
I have to make speeches now. I have to sit through long, long, long, boring meetings and actually have to pay attention. I have to resist the urge to slap Perceptor upside the head when he's babbling.
My life's been turned upside down, just because I've got the Matrix. I'm not saying I don't hold it sacred, but it seems like the Wisdom of the Ages made a major mistake.
They call me Rodimus Prime. I'll answer to it, but it's not my name.
My name is Hot Rod.
Rodimus Prime, that's what Optimus himself dubbed me. I'll answer to it, I guess I don't have a choice, but it's not my name.
I'm Hot Rod.
Maybe not on the outside anymore, Matrix knows I'm different there. But on the inside? Everyone says I've changed. That I'm more mature, more focused, more capable. Maybe. I don't know. All I know is I'm leader of the Autobots now and I just can't act the way I did.
Talk about your battlefield promotions! Seconds away from death inside Unicron, I touched the Matrix and was transformed, made bigger, stronger, and more powerful. I beat Galvatron and destroyed Unicron and then everyone's calling me the new Autobot leader.
Heck, I even proclaimed it to be a "New Age of Peace and Happiness." What a load of shell casings.
I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do. I'm no leader. I'm just Hot Rod, Primus-may-care Autobot cavalier. I don't care what anyone says, I haven't changed at all.
I have to set the record straight about that. I still want to rush into things head first. I'd still rather be thinking with my fists and guns. But every time I'm about to, I can hear a little voice telling me to think.
And I'm amazed to find that it belongs to me. I know I've got people counting on me now, people whose lives rest upon my ability to make decisions. I don't like it.but I see the way they're all looking at me, the way they all expect me to be something, to finish the job Optimus started, and I don't want to let them down. I hate it. I was never responsible for anything before, let alone the entirety of the Autobots. I should just give the Matrix to Magnus. Or Springer. Or even Grimlock. Any of them, heck, anybody, could do a better job than I ever could.
But none of them would ever take it. Well, maybe Grimlock would, but I'm not sure the universe is ready for a Grimimus Prime.
You know what bothers me most though? You know what bothers me most about being the leader?
I lost Arcee. Lost? I never even really had her. I thought maybe, just maybe there could be something between us. But no, there can't be any fraternizing with the troops now. She told me as much, said she couldn't have me putting her safety before anyone else's. And yeah, I guess I might do that, but that wasn't what really hurt. What hurt as that she's already forming some kind of bond with Springer. I don't know, it might be purely platonic, but I can see the way he looks at her. It's the same way I used to.
Slag it. Leaders aren't supposed to get jealous.
I feel like I can't do anything anymore. I can't go out clubbing with Jazz or racing with Blurr. I can't jam with Blaster. I can't play a trick on Kup with Grimlock and the boys. I can't be me anymore.
I have to make speeches now. I have to sit through long, long, long, boring meetings and actually have to pay attention. I have to resist the urge to slap Perceptor upside the head when he's babbling.
My life's been turned upside down, just because I've got the Matrix. I'm not saying I don't hold it sacred, but it seems like the Wisdom of the Ages made a major mistake.
They call me Rodimus Prime. I'll answer to it, but it's not my name.
My name is Hot Rod.