When I said OG Wrecker, it's just what the other Wreckers call him because of the way he just is.

"Hey Jack. Did you see Optimus this morning?" Elita asked Jack in homeroom.

"Yeah. Why?" Jack replied.

"He just seemed...different." Elita said. "He was distant x

"Well, he almost died from an allergic reaction, broke his leg, and suffered a concussion. I would imagine that someone would be different after going through that." Jack said.

"Hm, yeah I guess so...but the Cons still have to pay for putting him through that." Elita muttered fiercely.

Jack nodded at the older girl in agreement.

When lunch came around Jack found himself at his locker getting his food. When he closed it he walked down the hallway towards the cafeteria. He passed by a hallway he had never given a second look, but he did today when he noticed Optimus sitting there on the floor. His crutches lay next to him and his broken leg stretched out in front of him. He was halfheartedly eating a sandwich.

Jack walked up to him. Optimus didn't even seem to notice.

"Optimus." Jack spoke.

The older boy snapped his head towards the freshman.

"Oh hey Jack. What're you doing here?" Optimus asked.

"I could ask you the same thing. D'you wanna come with me to the caf?" Jack replied.

Optimus shook his head. "No, you go on ahead."

"What're you doing here?" Jack asked.

Optimus shrugged. "This hall is just special in a way I suppose."

Jack sighed and was about to turn around when he noticed several pictures hanging on the walls at the end of the hall. There were thirteen portraits hanging on the surrounding walls, and a single large portrait at the end.

"Who are they?" Jack wondered.

"Oh, the one with the big picture at the end is Ulysses Primus. The school's founder, and those are his kids. We call them the thirteen Primes." Optimus replied.

"The founder." Jack said.

Optimus raised himself up on his crutches and made his way over next to Jack.

"Yeah, our founders. The story goes that Primus here built the school for exceptional students which it is now. However, back then, the school's opening was postponed because Primus' stepbrother Xavier Unicron wanted custody of the school." Optimus explained.

"So what happened?" Jack asked.

"Primus got his kids to come in court and act as his lawyers. In the end, as you can guess, Primus got the rights to the school and his kids became the first teachers at the school. Of course, they each had their own special way of teaching and their own little pieces of wisdom to teach. However, some of those kids went on and used the knowledge for crimes. That's why the Prime Program was created, they knew that their wisdom should still be shared but they couldn't just give it to anyone. They now only choose those who they believe are worthy, and that's why there hasn't been anyone in the program for quite some time. I'm the only one in the program now." Optimus finished. "I'm still not sure why they even chose me. I wasn't anyone special. Im still not."

Jack looked at Optimus incredulously. "You? Not special? You're kidding right?"

Optimus turned to the younger boy as Jack crossed his arms.

"I've only been here for a week and a half and I know that you're not an ordinary Cybertron Academy student. It's clear as fragging day." Jack said. "The way the Autobots look up to you and the way you handle things and speak and carry yourself. You're a natural leader. The Autobots need you."

Optimus looked at him, expressionless, before turning around and sitting back down by his food.

"You go have lunch Jack." Optimus said.

Jack sighed and walked passed him. Before leaving the hall he paused and turned back around.

"What did you get accepted into the academy for Optimus?" Jack asked.

"Well, I always considered history to be my forte, and it is...but the school said that I originally got accepted for linguistics."

"Hey Jack! You're late!" Miko exclaimed.

Jack walked up the hill and sat next to his fellow freshmen at their usual spot.

"I saw Optimus. Talked to him for a bit...Elita was right he is different." Jack replied.

"He was in the hospital for over a week while suffering a concussion." Bulkhead said. "I'd think that the stuff going on in his head would be a little different."

"Yeah that's what I said but then I talked to him. It was like he was a different person." Jack replied.

"Different how?" Arcee wondered.

Jack shrugged. "Just...different."

They attended the Autobot faction meeting after school.

Most of the Autobot faction were there, it looked like Optimus was the only one missing.

Wheeljack slammed his fist down on the table. "Damn the Cons. I don't care what Optimus says they are going down!"

"I agree. We need to strike back against the now! We need to strike back against them harder than they did!" Ironhide exclaimed.

"Indeed, but we can't sink so low as to physically hurt them. Optimus would never forgive us if we Autobots did something like that." Ultra Magnus spoke.

"So, we have to find a way to get back at the Cons for poisoning our leader, without hurting any one of them." Smokescreen concluded. "How're we gonna do something like that?"

"We have to take something from them. A material thing. Something that will strike a blow against them but no one will get hurt." Elita muttered. "...the Nemesis."

"The what?" Miko asked.

"That's what the Cons named their truck. Pretty cocky of them if you ask me but that's in their nature I suppose. What were you saying about the Nemesis Elita?" Arcee answered.

"That's what we should strike. Their ride." Elita replied.

"Yeah, that's not a bad idea. The Cons freaking love that thing." Bulkhead said thoughtfully. "But how're we gonna 'strike' at it?"

Ironhide shrugged. "With bats, keys, spray paint, whatever we can."

The other Autobots cheered and nodded in agreement with the idea. Wheeljack smirked and turned to Ultra Magnus. "You got a problem with that chief?"

Ultra Magnus put his hands in his pockets and walked to the door.

"A problem with what?" He spoke as he left the room.

Wheeljack smiled. "So, how're we gonna pull this off?"

So, the Autobots have a plan! How will it go? Will it go?

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