Hey everyone, this is my first fanfiction, so yeah, both exiting and utterly nerve-wracking, I thought about writing any number of Fan-fics but this one just felt like the right one.
I see a real lack of G1 fan-fics out there a lot of prime and A LOT of Bay-verse but not much G1, at least that's just from what I could find.
So I took it upon myself to write a final conclusion to G1 transformers, following the rebirth. Granted its been a little while since I, last watched the rebirth so I may get some stuff wrong, and who knows if I finish this, but yeah without further a due, enjoy the fic!
The evil Decepticons, thought to be disbanded and dead by the Autobots. In actuality, the Decepticons are planning an all-out assault on their adversaries.
The silhouette of the two Decepticon leaders are cast against wide computer screens.
One screen depicting the planet of earth, with the profile of autobot leader, Optimus Prime. the light reflecting on the purple armour of Galvatron, his intimidating, crowned shadow being cast against the walls.
The headmaster decepticon commander, Scorponok, overseeing the other screen, showing the visage of the Transformers home world of Cybertron, along with the profile of the current barer of the matrix of leadership, Rodimus Prime. The reflection of Cybertron shining in the Visor of the evil headmaster.
"The time has come, ready the armada, the autobots will finally come to an end." Galvatron utters in a sinister tone, his piercing red eyes baring the burden of years of insanity, narrow with evil intent.
"Soundwave, I want a closer look of Cybertron, send Laserbeak for reconnaissance." Galvatron requests, turning his head to his right-hand bot.
"As you command, lord Galvatron." soundwave responds in his trademark robotic voice turning round and looking up to the open ceiling, staring off into the vast void of space.
"Laserbeak eject, operation: observation."
Soundwave's chest pops open, Laserbeak is launched into the blackness of space, converting from cassette tape to robotic bird as his thrusters flare up, out speeding the stars, leaving them in the smoak of his thrusters.
The stars lead the trail to the home world of the heroic autobots, Cybertron, now in the year of 2011.
*The Transformer theme by Lion*
TRANSFORMERS GENERATION ONE: THE FINALE
EPISODE ONE: CHECKING IN ON OLD FRIENDS
In the Year 2011, the heroic Autobots are enjoying a new golden age for Cybertron, not a single Decepticon seen in five years. The Autobot's long-time leader, Optimus Prime, has relinquished the matrix of leadership to his young successor, Rodimus Prime. The legendary leader is now only the Autobot commander on earth with Rodimus now carrying the burden of leading Cybertron through this new era.
Rodimus is currently secluded in his quarters, slumped over a table, blown out by hours of Tablet work that comes with his responsibilities, while by this point, he had spent his fair amount of time as Autobot leader, this part of the position never melded with his hot-headed personality.
The door opens as Ultra Magnus walks into the room, approaching the red and orange bot, with his arms strung about the tablet covered table, with one gripped in his left hand.
"Rodimus?" Magnus said as he moved his hand towards Rodimus's shoulder.
"IM GOOD!" the young prime shouted in flinch instinct, falling out of his chair and landing on his back.
The blue and white commander helps the flame painted bot to his feet, Rodimus pulling himself together.
"What's up Magnus?"
"That's me on my way to my transfer to earth." Magnus responds, slightly confused as he was sure Rodimus had already been told many times.
"Oh right!" He pauses for a small moment.
"Ugh…sorry…" The flame decaled prime responded, resting his head on his pam.
Ultra Magnus slightly bows his head with a smirk. "Take it easy Rodimus, I'll be sure to communicate back when I arrive at autobot city." He gives a reassuring pat on the arm as he begins to leave.
Rodimus is left scratching the back of his head before something suddenly clicks at the back of his mind and he shouts out. "Magnus, wait up!"
The city commander turns to face his young friend, with an inquisitive raise of his eyebrow.
"Um…would you mind checking up on Optimus for me, I've been kind of worried about him recently…I know he's…well, Optimus, but he has started to feel a little off recently, and whenever I ask if he is okay, prime always somehow finds a way to reverse the conversation and asks how I'm doing instead…I appreciate it and I always get my worries out my system but he never addresses his own and…"
"Rodimus" Ultra magnus interjects with a calm hand on the shoulder. "I'll check him."
Rodimus sighs and smirks in relief. "Thanks, have a safe trip."
Ultra magnus gives a comforting smile before the doors close.
The now 17-year-old Daniel Witwicky is on his routine morning walk, he has now spent 5 years as Arcee's headmaster partner, which of course means he spends quite a lot of his days acting as Arcee's headmaster, even after the years of modifications to his Exo-suit, it's still been an uncomfortable childhood and existence at that.
Daniel has quite a solum look on his face, which has become somewhat of his default resting face, this expression is swiftly shaken away into an exited smile as he notices Ultra Magnus waking down the Corridors.
"Hey Ultra Magnus, is that you off to autobot city?" Daniel asks with much enthusiasm and excitement.
Ultra Magnus Chuckles. "Indeed it is, with the lack of more higher up personnel at autobot city, I volunteered to transfer there to help out." He responds with a calm, fatherly tone, albeit with a twinge of Magnus's Authoritative, militaristic personality seeping through his words.
Daniel listens intently with a smile, "Sounds cool, make sure to say hello to Optimus for me." The boy requests with a bubbly aura that emanates from his every word.
"Don't worry, I'll tell him you asked about him, have a good day, Daniel." Ultra magnus comfortingly responds as the two-start walking away from each other from opposite sides of the corridor.
"I will!" Daniel shouts back, waving his hand but not turning to face him, just walking away as he turns the cornier, Daniel keeps his smile for the first few steps before it gently droops back into his true, solum expression.
On earth, in the same location that Hot rod and Daniel were enjoying some peaceful fishing before the chaos of the decepticons attack on autobot city struck, Optimus Prime was sat on a large rock, his hands interlocked and resting on the ridge of his nose as he looks out over the vast lake, he was deep in thought, as he tends to be nowadays.
Being out here reminds him of why he continues to fight, earth was such a beautiful planet, which he loved so very dearly, at this point he preferred it to Cybertron as his home world only reminded him of his failures, of how he was never able to end the war, dragging it out, ending up turning Cybertron into a war-torn wasteland, even in its new, rebuilt sate, he could see the ghosts of the destroyed building around the new, beautiful buildings. But even out here on earth, he can't escape his pain, as he walks the corridors of autobot city, he feels the emanating feeling of death that filled the halls, it feels like he is the only one that sees all the energon sprayed against the walls, smoak enveloping the area.
He recalls a particularly recent incident: Optimus is walking down the corridor before he sees a familiar looking autobot past him, white, green, and red colours, two blocky wings coming off the sides of his head, with a very unique, three-piece face plate. "Wheeljack!?" Prime yells swiftly grabbing the autobot by the shoulder and turning him to face him, "Ugh…I'm s-sorry, Optimus Prime-sir! …I'm not Wheeljack…M-my name is Downshift…" The autobot says anxiously, not wanting to upset the Respected leader. Optimus blinks a few times, turning his head around to see that everyone in the corridor has stopped dead in their tracks and is just looking at him in silence. "I'm s-so sorry, downshift…" Optimus says as he turns away from Downshift, hanging his dead in shame as he speedily walks out of the corridor.
Out here in the wilds of earth, there is peace, this planet is still standing, life on it still breathing, he didn't fail earth, did he?
Optimus listens to the birds twittering, the insects humming and the fish splashing about the water, it stimulates him and calms him down, usually anyway, but even out here in the wilderness Prime can't let go of his trauma, he sees his reflection in the water, his glinting red armour flashing the image of his late, great friend, Ironhide. Optimus quickly clasps his eyes shut, further pressing his head down into his hands, pushing his painful memories away.
He takes a deep breath before thinking to himself: "I should probably get back to base, I have stayed out way to long."
Optimus slowly gets to his feet before he looks out over the lake one more time, taking in the scenery, closing his optics, before he swiftly turns round, transforming into his iconic red and blue, flat nosed truck, Prime's trailer come from what seems like nowhere, attaching to the bed of his truck form as he drives up the orange metal road to autobot city.
To be continued…?