Here's a new chapter. I know, I'm updating slowly, but I need time for this story. So, please, have mercy!
Chapter nine: the memories - step three
Arcee could no longer stay next to Jack. Nor could stay in a crowded room. So she went into the large room of the table and sat on the ledge of the large window staring at the two large moons of Cybertron. A sense of sadness and helplessness filled her. Then she looked away from the scene. Her eyes rested briefly on the large sword hanging on the wall and, without she could realize it, a tear furrowed her cheek. At times like these Optimus would know what to say, what to do. He did something to keep the team together. He was the glue and the soul of Team Prime ... but now Optimus was gone. Forever. The Autobot femme thought about the loss of the most important mech in her life .And Arcee was beginning to think that she was loosing Jack too. His spark wouldn't hold even the loss of his partner, friend and human brother.
The white light faded again. And Jack found himself in the Hall of Records. Again.
These space-time jumps weren't annoying, but they left to him a few seconds of disorientation.
He recovered quickly and noticed that he was in an office, large and old, very different from what he was in the night before. Rows and rows of ... datapad were stacked everywhere. And on the big desk was a thick book that hid part of the big bearded mech who was sitting there.
"This must be Alpha Trion's study" said in a low voice the young human as he continued to look around, curious.
The old bearded mech was holding what appeared to be a stylus and he didn't look away from the impressive book in front of him. He had an air of someone who was waiting for something.
A shrill ringing broke the silence of the room.
**The bell** thought Jack.
"Come!" said in a deep voice the chief archivist. Through the door appeared the unsure form of Orion Pax.
It wasn't a real conversation. Orion talked and Alpha Trion mostly listened. The topic was Megatron and his revolutionary ideas. Orion told his teacher that he kept correspondence with the gladiator of Kaon. Orion expressed his concern about recent attacks that were taking place in different parts of the planet. He talked about how this faction called Decepticons claimed all those deaths and about how they had repeatedly stated to act in the name of Megatron. Trion just listened thoughtfully, with his elbows on the desk and his hands folded in front of him.
"What do you think, my student?" then the master asked gravely.
"I believe that Megatron is not responsible for such acts of terrorism" Orion took a pause "I think his cause... our cause... should continue " said with conviction Pax, clenching his right fist in front of the chest.
The old archivist merely raised an eyebrow and mutter "Our cause? Interesting …".
When the young clerk left the office clerk, the old mech sighed deeply. He picked up the stylus that he had placed on the table when Orion arrived, he opened the big book and began to write on it.
Jack approached the mech bearded in trying to see what he was writing. But it was written in a language unknown to him and he couldn't understand the meaning.
After a while, the old bot leaned back the stylus on the desk, slowly closed the book, narrowed his eyes, crossed his fingers of the hands in front of him and whispered "Primus, watch over this youngling!".
Then Jack began to fluctuate. And the time sped up again, as in the beginning of his strange journey. Everything was blurred again, places that were not defined, the voices muffled and distant. And, as before, time slowed and stopped. In Jack's mind everything became clear. He relived Orion's nights at the screen, talking to Megatron, he had attended the first meeting with the gladiator, their exchange of views and the evolution of their friendship.
Then the white light faded away like mist in the morning and in its place appeared a large and majestic, but at the same time gloomy, place. The smell of death permeated that environment. The young man could smell it. Jack looked around, and he seemed to be in a picture he had seen in the history books: the Colosseum of Rome.
The screams of different mech made him lay eyes toward the center of the big arena. A mech gray, looking as imposing as familiar, was at the center of the ring with his arms raised up. At his feet there was another mech, dead, torn in two. The crowd began to chant a motto ... a name: Megatron.
Jack realized that he was in Kaon. He saw Orion sitting in the stands. Then he saw him get up and head towards the exit. Jack followed him. The young clerk was heading towards what looked like the entrance to the gladiators. On the door there was a mech that Jack immediately recognized: Soundwave. Shortly after he made his appearance Megatron and the three crossed the big door. Jack followed them to listen to their conversations.
"We have an audience with the high council!" said Orion with enthusiastic voice.
"Brother, I knew you'd be a great asset to our cause. Not only, you have spread our ideas through the grid , but now you bring before governors of Cyberton ... in front of people ... and they will listen to us this time " said Megatron, with a little too vehemently.
Jack paused to look at the features of the big mech. Megatron of those times was impressive and awe-inspiring with his mass. But his gaze wasn't bad, his eyes were a deep blue. He had something vaguely familiar ...
"I have to ask you a question ... brother" said Orion, with a worried look "and you have to answer me honestly".
"Sure, brother!" Megatron stopped and folded his arms across his chest.
"Are you behind those attacks? Are you responsible for all those deaths? "Orion hadn't turned around, he went straight to the point.
Megatron began to laugh "I? A terrorist?" His laughter stopped. Now he was annoyed. And why would I perform actions like that? ".
The answer seemed to satisfy Orion's curiosity, but the young mech said nothing, simply nodded, "I'll send you the exact time for the audience, brother".
Then the two greeted each other mechs.
Before disappearing again in that light, Jack could hear Megatron whispered something to Soundwave "Follow him ... I don't know how much I can trust him ... ".
Jack's anger for a moment took over. Then everything, even his anger, melted away in the white and intense light. It was time for another trip.
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