Here we are, the first chapter of Transformers Prime: The Clone Wars. I've honestly been debating about whether or not I should write this story for a while now and with the return of Clone Wars: Season 7, I figured I'd give it a shot. I grew up with Star Wars: The Clone Wars and Transformers Prime and they are, without question, my two favorite cartoons of all time. I was really disappointed Clone Wars was suddenly canceled or whatever it was when another season was scheduled, but it's awesome Season 7 is now being released, just wish it wasn't on Disney Plus, college students can't afford things all the time and I really want to watch that season.
While we are on the topic of Clone Wars, I plan to make some changes to the progression of the series, like some major changes involving characters such as Aayla, Ahsoka, Anakin, Fives, possibly Echo, and a few others. I will follow the chronological order the series progresses and I plan to try to give focus to both sides, or as much as possible without favoring one side too much. I will also include some fandom content like one specific ship that I really like and can Optimus commanding it, I won't say which ship it is to avoid spoilers but that won't stop any of you from speculating what I plan to bring into the story.
I'm also planning to bring in some characters from the Transformers Universe, so be on the lookout for whoever shows up. You can bet characters like Soundwave, Shockwave, Starscream, and Knockout will appear. I'm considering also adding Wheeljack because he's awesome, Airachnid because she was in the base when it went up so let's say proximity to Optimus brought her into the Star Wars Universe, I don't know, let me know who do you think I should add. Perhaps even include some Autobots already in the Star Wars universe like Grimlock, Impactor, Sideswipe, Nautica, Perceptor, whoever you want.
Now, I want to get this out of the way right now before I do anything else, I am not planning on pairing Optimus and Aayla together, but I am open to the idea. I'm also open to other possible matches like Windblade, or some female Cybertronian brought in for the story, or even just going for the classic Optimus Prime x Elita One. So, if you want me to pair Optimus with Aayla, Windblade, or Elita One, I might just do that, though it depends entirely on public opinion on the idea. I just wanted to get that out of the way, and now that it is, let's move on.
Now, I want to mention that I am going to be adding some bits to Megatron's character, specifically, parts of Megatron from IDW More Than Meets The Eye. Specifically, I'm considering adding the bit Megatron used to write poetry, wanting to be a medic at one point but was stuck with being an Energon miner, his mentor Terminus, that will all be brought up later on in the story. I might also make some other changes and include other characters in the story. Basically, I'm using pieces of IDW continuity in conjunction with the Aligned Continuity to make something really interesting and unique.
I know I told some of you I would wait until 21 to post the first chapter, the same day Star Wars The Clone Wars Season 7 airs, but I figured I'd post the first Clone Wars focused chapter that day and get this out now to appease some of you who really want to see what I've written, so I will post the first chapter now and the first chapter focused on the Clone Wars Series will appear on the 21st, okay? Alright.
I wanted to get this all out of the way before starting the chapter and the story. Now that I have, onto the story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Hasbro owns Transformers and Disney owns Star Wars (although we all wish they didn't).
Transformers Prime: The Clone Wars
Chapter 1: A New Mission
The entire base quaked as the second to last Autobot left the base, leaving only two remaining: the medic, an orange and white Cybertronian by the name of Ratchet, and the leader of the Autobot cause, a colossal being with red, blue, and silver coloring, Optimus Prime, who was standing at the entrance to the open Groundbride. As the base rumbled, dust drifted down to the ground while outside, the Decepticons continued their assault.
"What about you?" asked Ratchet turning from the Groundbridge controls to his leader-no, his friend, his blue optics fixed on the larger mech before him.
"I will ensure that the Decepticons cannot follow," answered Optimus evenly, however, despite his neutral tone, it didn't stop Ratchet from gasping silently in shook at what he heard.
Optimus didn't turn to him, letting Ratchet know this wasn't up for debate, not like there was time anyway. Shutting his blue optics for a moment, the old medic collected himself before heading to the portal himself. He passed his leader who was still watching the Groundbridge swirl before him in stoic silence. However, the Autobot stopped just at the start of the Groundbridge.
"I... never imagined it would end like this," revealed Ratchet sadly as he stepped into the Groundbridge portal and vanished. The portal soon shut down, leaving Optimus Prime alone in the evacuated Autobot base.
"Neither did I, old friend," answered Optimus, the base shaking as another blast struck the structure on the outside. The Autobot leader then turned to the Groundbridge controls, clenching his left hand as he steeled his resolve. He knew what he had to do.
The Decepticon ship, the Nemesis hovered over the Autobot base, the hull underneath the giant vessel began to open, plates shifting to reveal a new weapon. From the flagship of the Decepticon, the main cannon deployed and took aim right at the decommissioned missile silo bellow. Suddenly, crimson energy started coiling around the barrel. At the tip, a bright orb of energy began collecting, growing brighter and brighter as the seconds passed. The surrounding area was bathed in a blood-red glow before the weapon fired. A shining beam of crimson energy blasted down onto the base, tearing through stone, concrete, metal, and supports like tissue paper. Colossal explosions ripped through the decommissioned missile silo as the ship's weapon tore its target apart.
Once the beam ceased firing, all that was left was a smoldering wreck. Standing on top of the Nemesis, at the fire nose of the ship was the leader of the Decepticons, Megatron, who was missing his right arm.
Leaping from the ship, he transformed into his vehicle mode and flew down to the wreckage with his Second-In-Command, Starscream also in his own vehicle mode. The two transformed and landed in a small clearing, surrounded by fire, smoke, and ruins of the destroyed base. The two gazed down at the symbol of the Autobots that was etched into the floor.
"This is the place, alright," confirmed Starscream smugly.
"This was the place," corrected Megatron smiling wickedly looking at his second, the Seeker returning the evil grin.
"United; we stand," stated Starscream, clenching his right hand before looking down at the Autobot symbol, "Divided; they fall."
Little did either of the two Decepticon's know, not far from them was the injured and barely functioning Optimus Prime, left arm poking up into the air while his body was buried under some debris. His body sparking wildly as the Autobot struggled to maintain consciousness, but suddenly, a gentle glow of azure light covered Optimus's body before vanishing from sight.
Elsewhere...
He felt weightless like he was adrift in the vacuum of space; no gravity, no downward pull, nothing. However, he did feel something other than gravity: pain, lots and lots of pain. The leader of the Autobots felt like he had entered a smelting pit and by some sick joke, he had not perished in the molten metal. A pained grown rumbled from the Prime's mouth as his optical sensors sparked to life and his eyes opened.
Immediately, he knew he was no longer in the ruins of his Autobot's base, mainly because what he saw was not the smoke and ruins of the base but the full sky of the cosmos. Forcing himself to move, albeit slowly, Optimus sat up and looked down at his body, his armor was covered in burns, dents, and gashes. His once vibrant red paint job was now a filthy and rusty burgundy.
Suddenly, Prime felt the ground beneath him and rolled onto his side. Moaning in pain, Optimus got to his hands and knees and struggled to get to his feet. Once he was up, the last of the Primes stumbled but managed to keep his balance, if barely.
"Where...where am I?" asked Prime to no one in particular while looking around, taking note of the empty plane around him and the fog that covered everything around. Wherever he was, it stretched further than his damaged optics could see. In essence, he was alone in this empty plane of fog and the cosmos above, though he could not identify the sector he was in based on the stars above and their location in the sky.
"Optimus...," said a somewhat gentle voice.
"Who... speaks to me?" wheezed Optimus as he nearly fell to his knees once more, "Who beckons me?"
"I do."
Optimus turned around to see a bright light that appeared to be coming down from the stars above. The Prime held his shoulder as he used his other arm to shield his optics from the intense light. Slowly, the light dimmed and revealed another Cybertronian, a Minicon based on its size. The Mini-con floated in the air in front of Optimus, legs crossed like a Shaolin monk would with his hands on his knees. The blue eye short figure's armor was cover in white and different kind of light blue armor. The Minicon appeared to be around the same age as Optimus, but what really caught his attention was his power. Optimus could feel his power and it felt very familiar to the Matrix.
"Who... who are you?" asked Optimus to the Minicon.
"I am your ancestor, Optimus," answered the Cybertronian simply and calmly.
The larger and damaged Prime narrowed his optics for a moment before deciding to ask a different question, "Are you a Prime?"
"I am, Optimus," nodded the Mini-con, "My name is Mincronus Prime, the conscience of the Thirteen, and the first Mini-con."
Optimus's optics widened at the now revealed member of the original Thirteen. However, the awe of being in the presence of his ancestor was overruled by a flurry of questions in the former archivist's mind. Before Optimus could ask any of them, Mincronus beat him to it.
"I understand if you have any questions, Optimus," began the Mini-Con, raising his right hand to silence the Prime before lowering it. He then turned in the air, "Come, there is much to discuss and the others are waiting."
"Others?" repeated Optimus.
"You will understand in a moment," elaborated Mincros as he then raised his left hand and outstretched it. Suddenly, the Mini-Con's palm lit up with white light and suddenly, the plane around them began to shift as if both he and Optimus were speeding across the ground, despite not moving at all. Optimus looked around, watching as the fog whipped by and stars shoot across the sky.
From the horizon, Optimus watched as the fog rose up, forming thick clouds in the sky, lightning flashing within the mass of clouds. Both he and Micronus then came to a halt at the very edge of the clouds while lightning flashed and thunder cracked.
"Who is it that awaits us?" asked Optimus as he watched Mincronus hover up into the air and towards the mass of clouds.
"The Primes and Primus," answered the Mini-Con simply, throwing a smirk over his shoulder at Optimus, taking mild amusement in shock that swept across the Prime's faceplate.
A sudden crack of thunder, followed by a lightning bolt striking the clouds, a bright flash erupted from the impact, momentarily blinding Optimus. When the Prime looked back, the leader of the Autobots could only stare in shock and wonder as he stood in the presence of eight of the Thirteen Original Primes. To Optimus's left was Vector Prime, the Master of time and space; Alchemist Prime, Student of the elemental structure of the natural world; Mincronus, and Alpha Trion, holder of the Quill, which he uses to record the past, present, and future of Cybertron in the Covenant of Primus, and Optimus's mentor and oldest friend. To his right was Nexus Prime, the first and greatest combiner; Onyx Prime, the first beast-form Cybertronian; Amalgamous Prime, the joker of the Thirteen and first shifter; and lastly, Quintus Prime; a daydreamer and perfectionist whose drive to express his ideas lead him to become a scientist. Each Prime towered over Optimus, their size much greater than that of his own, but the archivist's attention was fixed on the being standing directly in front of him.
Before, easily larger than any of the Primes was their very creator and the creator of the Cybertronian race, Primus. The towering titan resplendent in white and gold dotted in ancient blue glyphs.
"Primus...," breathed Optimus in total awe.
"Yes, Optimus, it is, your creator," smiled the incarnation of creation warmly, his voice more powerful than any others Optimus had heard but also seems incredibly gentle at the same time, "I understand you have many questions."
"I do, Lord Primus," began Optimus, however, the Cybertronian god raised his hand.
"'Primus' will do just fine, Optimus," he assured, lowering his hand, "now, what was it you wish to ask?"
"Primus," began Optimus, "Am I one with the Allspark?"
"No, my child, you are not one with the Allspark," answered the gentle giant, "In fact, your work has only just begun."
"I do not understand," spoke up, Optimus.
"He means you've still got plenty of business to take care of first before you're allowed to kick the proverbial bucket, Optimus," interjected Amalgamous in a jovial tone, fitting for his joker attitude.
"Megatron and the Decepticons," stated Optimus, as he bowed his head, recalling his last moments on Earth.
"Not quite, young one," corrected Alchemist Prime, "Megatron and his Decepticon's are a part of what you are to face in the future, but only a part of the main threat."
"What do you mean?"
"During your time, you have likely heard of the concept of parallel universe? The theory of other worlds similar to our own in some aspects and completely different in others?" asked Vector Prime, earning a nod from Optimus, "Well, the theories are true and one universe in particular desperately requires your aid."
"But what of the humans and my Autobots?" asked Optimus, recalling how they were scattered across the country in a last-ditch attempt to prevent the Decepticons from capturing them, "Is it not irresponsible to abandon a current threat before addressing a new one?"
"Under normal circumstances that would be the case," confirmed Quintus Prime, speaking up, "But Vector Prime has looked into the future of the path you are to follow and has found that Megatron will likely give chase, drawing attention away from your Autobots and their human allies."
Optimus sighed in relief, knowing that his friends, his family, will not be in danger is a large weight off his shoulders.
"While that may be true, I do not believe I am in any state to provide assistance to anyone," stated Optimus, gesturing to his broken and weak form.
"That may be true, but that will not be the case should you agree to depart on this mission," stated Onyx Prime, his voice gruff like gravel. Optimus seemed to pause for just a moment before looking up at his creator.
"What is this mission?" asked the last Prime.
"In this universe, there is a galaxy at war," began the incarnation of creation, holding up his hand and from his palm, a hologram was projected down to Optimus. The projection took the shape of a large galaxy, "this war is referred to as the Clone Wars, primarily due to one side of the conflict using an army of clones bred to win this war. The two factions of this war are the Galactic Republic and the Confederacy of Independent Systems. The CIS or the Separatists, as members of the Republic refer to it as, built an army of robots, droids as they refer to them for the purpose to secede from the Galactic Republic."
"But why start the war?" asked Optimus, "Why put countless lives in danger?"
"That is for you to learn for yourself, Optimus, but know this: much like the former caste system that once existed on Cybertron, the Galactic Republic shares the same fault of corruption."
"But that is not all to this conflict," interjected Alpha Trion, "Fighting in this war are two other groups, ones of great significance: the Jedi, and the Sith."
"In this galaxy, this is this cosmic energy, The Force as the Jedi and the Sith refer to it. The Force has two sides, the Light Side and the Dark Side, where the Jedi are practitioners of the Light and the Sith, the Dark Side."
"What is the difference between the two sides of the Force?" asked Optimus.
"The Light Side of the Force is the aspect that is aligned with calmness and was used for knowledge and defense, dealing with higher emotions. It was built around the alignment of tranquility, compassion, selflessness, and unconditional love for all living creatures," explained Micronus.
"The Dark Side is the aspect of the Force that is more raw and intense. The Dark Side deals with more basic and powerful emotions such as fear, anger, hatred, passion, and aggression," Onyx finished for Micronus, "It grants more power than the Light Side, but is not nearly as focused or controlled as the Light is."
"The Jedi and the Sith have been mortal enemies since the very beginning in this galaxy and have been to this day," explained Primus, "The Jedi sided with the Republic while the Sith sided with the Separatists; if only to use the movement for their own gain."
"But what is my purpose in this war?" asked Optimus after a moment to review what he was told, "What is my role in relation to the Jedi and the Sith?"
"Your role Optimus is to save this Galaxy from a specific Sith Lord and remind the Jedi what they once stood for," answered Primus, this earned a surprised expression from Optimus, "The Jedi Order has been on a downward decline for many years, becoming dogmatic and refusing to adapt to the changing environment."
"More than that the current Jedi Order maintains a fear, even hatred of the Dark Side," continued the ancient deity, bowing his head and closing his optics, "This fear has grown so much that Jedi are no longer permitted to have contact with their families and are taken in at a very young age, usually at infancy."
"The Jedi were once individualistic," stated Quintus, "Now they are more robotic in their practices and rules."
Hearing this, Optimus glanced at Onyx, "Onyx, you said that my current injuries would not pose an issue should I accept this mission; how?"
"To better connect with the Jedi and members of this galaxy Optimus, myself, your brothers and creator will change you into a human," answered the first Beast Cybertronian.
Optimus was about to speak up but Alpha Trion spoke up, "The reason for your transformation is to allow you to connect and relate to the beings of the galaxy easier than you would as a Cybertronian, and it is also to keep your identity as a living machine and your mission a secret until there is no other choice."
"Wouldn't keeping such information a secret be counterproductive if I am to earn the trust of the Jedi Order?" inquired Optimus.
"There are somethings this galaxy is ready for and somethings they are not," said Primus, "If there were any other paths to restoring the Jedi and ending this terrible war, I would take it, my child, but tragically, this is the best way to ensure the most positive outcome."
Optimus looked down for a moment in contemplation; on one hand, he was still fighting a war with the Decepticons, but on the other, he could not in good conscience ignore the suffering and deaths of countless others. After a moment of thought, Optimus looked up at his predecessors and creator.
"I understand the importance of this mission," stated the Prime standing up taller, his optics burning with determination, "Even though I am away from my comrades, I know and believe they can take care of themselves and protect their human allies to stop the Decepticons in my absence. If I am the only one that can end this war, and restore the Jedi to their former nobility, then I accept this mission." Optimus then placed his hand on his damaged chest. "With all that I am."
"Optimus, you truly are worthy of being a Prime," stated Alpha Trion, smiling proudly at his student, "It is for that reason, you will obtain tools you will need to end this terrible war in time."
"I understand, Alpha Trion," Optimus bowed his head.
"As a human Optimus, you will not have the same level of strength or durability as you once possessed, but you will be stronger than any other human or being in this galaxy. You will even surpass some Jedi in the Order as well," stated Primus, "But know this Optimus, even though you are in a different universe, Cybertron will find a way to reach you, in both positive and negative ways. Friends and foes will emerge during this conflict; you must be ready for either at any time."
"I understand," nodded Optimus as he prepared himself, "Send me to this galaxy so that I may begin my mission."
All the Primes nodded, as did Primus before the former all bowed their heads. Suddenly, the Primes chest plates began glowing a bright blue and from the center where their Sparks resided, bolts of sapphire electricity shot out and streamed together to form a sphere of pure energy right above Optimus. Primus then reached out with his gigantic hand and touched the top of the sphere, which then grew larger before a beam of pure power blasted down to Optimus.
The last of the Primes instinctively tried protecting himself as the beam came down onto him. Optimus instantly felt a rush of energy flow through his body as he slowly floated into the air. Climbing higher up, a sudden surge of energy rushed into his chest, Optimus letting out a cry of pain as he gritted his denta and his limbs flailed slightly.
"RAAGGHHH!" screamed Optimus as light suddenly erupted from his mouth and eyes, "I FEEL AS THOUGH I AM BEING TORN APART!"
Sure enough, cracks began forming all over the Prime's body with light shining out from those cracks. His entire body shaking while metal groaned from the process of being transformed. Pieces of metal began falling from Optimus's body.
"You will survive this Optimus Prime!" stated Micronus Prime with determination, "You must!"
"But do not fear brother," assured Alchemist Prime.
"Should you ever require our guidance," continued Quintus Prime.
"Or need the strength to emerge victoriously," added Onyx Prime.
"The foresight in the darkest times," Vector Prime put in.
"A reminder of why you fight," Amalgamous Prime spoke up as well.
"Or to provide council to another," Nexus included.
"We are here with you, Optimus," finished Alpha Trion, "Through the Matrix of Leadership."
"But be warned my child," cautioned Primus as Optimus continued to wail in pain as his body broke apart further, "The Sith are not the only threats you shall encounter during this war. Your foe Megatron will make his debut in time, as will other threats, greater than that of the Sith could ever be."
Suddenly, Optimus stopped his horrible cries of agony as his Cybertronian body exploded into pieces. What remained was an orb of light where one could just barely discern a figure inside the orb of light. The figure was about the size of a human, perhaps a bit taller. The Primes all ceased their beams of energy and the orb rested in Primus's hand.
"Now go, Optimus Prime," ushered Primus as he lifted the orb up and the ball of light shot into the cosmos, "Go and end this terrible war, not for the sake of the Jedi alone, but for all that reside in a galaxy, far, far away."
The Primes and their creator watched as the orb grew smaller and smaller before it vanished in a flash of light. A few moments of silence passed between the Primes and Primus, only lightning flashing around them and the crack of thunder broke that silence.
"Even after all this time," stated Onyx, folding his arms, "He is still the same as he originally was."
"I concur," stated Quintus, "Optimus is just the same as he was back then as he is now."
"Primus," spoke up Alpha Trion, getting the attention of his creator, "Do you believe, Optimus may start learning more of his origin?"
"It has always been in my thoughts that your brother my remember who he once was," confessed Primus as he looked back up at the cosmos, "But whether or not he realizes his origin will not change Optimus in the slightest, of that I am confident."
"And if it does?" inquired Micronus, raising a metallic eyebrow.
"Then I pray, Optimus will have the strength to accept his identity and continue his mission," said Primus in a somber tone. The Primes all looked at each other for a moment before all looking back up into the sky above, watching as one of the stars twinkled in the distance. All of them prayed that Optimus would be ready to face the challenges that are to come.
Elsewhere...
Optimus groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed, he was no longer in the Realm of the Primes. Sitting up, he discovered that he appeared to be in the cockpit of some sort of starship. The controls appeared similar to the ship Wheeljack piloted, the Jackhammer as he recalled the Wrecker naming his ship. The crashed ship lead Optimus to believe this may have been the Primes' doing in order to help him form a cover story that he crash-landed on this planet and not just randomly appearing.
Looking up, he saw that the canopy of the starship was destroyed, and allowed for Optimus to exit the craft with ease; however, ease might not have been the correct word because as soon as Optimus tried stepping out of the ship, his legs gave out beneath him and he fell to the ground and onto his chest.
Optimus groaned as he raised his hand to his head, "The transformation drained much of my strength," he said to himself, noting he sounded the same as he a Cybertronian. Optimus decided to attempt to stand up again, however, more slowly this time.
Once he was on two feet again, he decided to take it slow and get used to his new body. After a few minutes of adjusting, the Prime was certain he had grown accustomed to his human form. With that out of the way, Prime decided to take a better look at his surroundings. The landscape of this planet appeared very similar to one of the environments that existed on Earth: the Savannah as Optimus recalled the name of. Tall grasses and wide planes as far as the eye could see, however, in the distance, he could see extremely tall trees with what appeared to be large pods hanging from them.
After examining his surroundings, Optimus decided to inspect his body. Looking at his arms and hands, Optimus took note of the red mechanical armor bracers that were on his forearms and the black fingerless gloves on his hands. Looking down at his body, he saw he was wearing red, blue, and silver armor, grey pants, with blue metal shin guards, silver knee pads, and black combat boots. Reaching up, he removed the helmet he wore and brought it in front of him, the mouth guard was reflective enough to all him to see that he had onyx hair with some shades of blue in it and his eyes were the same color as before. Based on what he knew of human aging, he appeared to be in his mid to later thirties, perhaps forty years old. He slowly placed a couple of fingers on his cheek as he continued to look at his reflection, "Incredible..."
"I see you made it to this universe intact, Optimus," said a familiar voice.
Optimus look around for a moment before noticing his reflection was changing. He narrowed his eyes as the image began to change into the face of a familiar person, "Mirconus..."
"Yes", he nodded, "Are there any issues with your new body?"
"No, there are none, Mincronus," answered Optimus, looking over his body once more.
"Good, though I sense you have a question," said the Mini-Con Prime.
"I do," confirmed the former archivist, "For my arrival, why did you and the other Primes make it appear as though I arrived through a starfighter crash?"
"As you originally suspected Optimus, it would be easier to explain a crash landing on a distant planet then it would be to explain randomly appearing out of thin air," stated Micronus.
"Indeed, but what of my origin? What am I to say when I am asked which world I hail from?"
"The other Primes and I have discovered that despite existing for thousands of years, the Galactic Republic has not been to every part of the galaxy," explained Mincronus, "About one-third of the galaxy remains unexplored, referred to as the 'Unknown Regions'. In order to maintain a proper cover Optimus, you are permitted to speak of Cybertron as a planet looked deep in the Unknown Regions. If the Republic asks if you know of a way to return to your home planet, tell them that the flight data recorder aboard your ship was destroyed upon crashlanding on this world."
"I understand, Mincronus," answered Optimus, though he looked off as though troubled.
"You are troubled by the fact that you must lie to others of your origin," stated Micronus, figuring it out what botherer the young Prime.
"I am," nodded Optimus.
"Optimus, each of us must face a difficult obstacle in our life. Take Prima for example." Optimus was intrigued at the fact even the first-ever Prime had to face a difficult task, "It was when Megatronus Prime killed Solus Prime, under Liege Maximo's influence, and became the Fallen. When Prima finally found him, the two battle to the death. Both were evenly matched and neither was not willing to give up. As time passed, Prima had finally come to the point that he had to destroy him." Micronus closed his Optics, "Prima never desired to kill someone who he considered his comrade and brother, as did none of the other Primes that remained, so instead of killing Megatronus, he was banished from our realm and exiled into a world between worlds where he could no longer harm anyone else. While Megatronus was innocent, a victim of manipulation, the damage caused by Maximo had been done and Megatronus had to be banished while Maximo was destroyed. Though Prima fell in battle against Maximo, the Prime of Lies was vanquished."
"I am sorry for your loss," apologized Optimus.
"There is nothing to be sorry for Optimus," assured Mincronus, "Prima fell defending those who could not defend themselves and I can say without worry that if there was another way to stop either Liege Maximo or Megatronus, he would have taken it."
"Each of us must come to face that task at some point in their life," stated the Mini-Con Prime, "Now it is your turn to face this task."
"I understand," said Optimus.
"I have to leave now, Optimus," said Mincrous as his image began to fade, "The Primes and I can only maintain a link with you for a limited amount of time. We will contact you later in the future. Be careful, Optimus."
"I will," replied Optimus, "Till we meet again, Micronus."
After Minconus's face disappeared from the mouthguard, Optimus heard the sound of twigs snapping, and looked into the direction of the sound. Placing his helmet back on, he clenched both his hands into fists and adopted a combat stance. Clenching his hands had caused his bracers to transform into gauntlets that were similar to ones he had as a Cybertronian. Coming out of his gauntlets, two silver Cybertronian swords appeared that were identical to his old ones. The only difference is that the bracers did not cover his fist like before.
Patiently, Optimus waited as whatever was approaching, his eyes narrowed cautiously as he watched what came out of the brush and it appeared to be an alien lifeform of some kind.
It looked like a monkey; specifically, a lemur, that was crossbred with a cat. It seemed to be anthropomorphic given that the monkey wore clothes and a hat.
Seeing the lifeform approaching him, Optimus noted how cautiously he moved when coming closer.
"Sir, are you alright?" asked the lemur, speaking in a Scottish accent.
Silent for a moment, Optimus deactivated his swords and gauntlets, adopting a more relaxed stance while his mouth guard slid back to expose his mouth, "I am, thank you for your concern."
"You seem to be in good physical health," noted the lemur-like being, "Though you might have a concussion, you looked like you were talking to your helmet for a while."
"I apologize," said Optimus, bowing.
"There is no need to apologize, sir," assured the lemur alien, "Though I believe it's best you have a doctor examine you to make sure it is nothing serious. My village is not far from here and I am its healer. If you would allow me, I can take a look at you and make sure you are in good health."
"Very well," nodded Optimus, "Please, lead the way."
"Follow me," requested the lemur and the two began heading in the same direction the lemur first appeared. As they walked through the fields, the lemur-like alien spoke up, "I do not believe I got your name, sir."
"Nor I yours," replied the Prime, glancing down at the being.
"Of course, where are my manners?" realized the creature, "My name is Wag Too, I am a Lurmen. My people colonized this planet, Maridun."
"I am Optimus Prime, I hail from the planet Cybertron," Optimus introduced himself.
"'Optimus Prime'?" repeated Wag Too, "Might I say that is an unusual name."
"I have lived an unusual life, Wag Too," replied the Prime cryptically as the two continued through the brush, heading towards the Lurmen settlement.
To Be Continued...