Feb. 2, 2013
Prompt 4: Winning a small war
"Once upon a time, there was a gladiator named Megatron. He was happy with his life, but he knew that many were not. He was a good fighter, and so had everything he needed, but he knew that those who were not as good as him did not have everything. He knew that they needed better, and so gathered his forces. He talked, told people that he would overthrow the corrupt Council and lead them all to a better life.
"At first, he tried to do this peacefully. He preached his ideas to everyone, to anyone who would listen and even some who wouldn't. The Council did not like this. They had been in charge for a millenia, and liked having power. They didn't want this gladiator to come along and take it from him.
"So they started a war. They ordered Sentinel Prime to command their forces and exterminated the gladiator. He tried. He tried as hard as he could. But Sentinel Prime was no military commander, and was soon killed.
"The Council knew that their army would fall apart without a Prime to lead it, and so initiated a seach for the next Prime. The mech it chose was an archivist who lived in the lower areas of Iacon. They thought he would be easy to manipulate.
"They were wrong. Lower class he might have been, but he worked in the archives, and was desperate to learn. Optimus Prime loved learning, and was aware that the Council was corrupt. For a time, he fought for them. But as time went on, he began to rebel against the Council. They wanted nothing but their own gain, and Optimus, as a former lower class bot and a very well educated mech, knew that. He knew that Megatron was trying to do what was best for Cybertron, was trying to get a more equal system of government into power.
"Optimus organized a secret meeting with Megatron. 'I am tired of this war,' he said. 'I am tired of the Council.'
"'I am, too,' said Megatron. 'They take and take and do not care if it means that those below them have nothing. I aim to end that.'
"Optimus extended his hand in a symbol of friendship and smiled. 'As do I, brother,' he said.
"The next day, the combined forces of the Autobots and Decepticons marched on the Council Chambers. The Councilmechs were tried and imprisoned, and the Prime and Megatron took up leading Cybertron.
"They still rule, fairly and equally, as Lord High Protector and Prime, to this orn," the caretaker finished, glancing over his captive audience.
"Tell it again!" a little youngling cheered, clapping his small hands, and a few other younglings took up the call. A deep chuckle from the doorway made them all freeze.
"Yes, do tell it again, Jazz. But don't forget the part where Megatron and Optimus Prime bonded," the Lord High Protector said with a smirk.
The former saboteur shook his helm with a laugh. "Oh, yes, I forgot how Megatron and Optimus declared their eternal love for each other and merged their sp-"
"Eeeeww!" one of the younglings squealed, clasping his hands over his audios. "No, no, gross!"
Megatron chuckled. "Very well, that story will be told much later, I suppose. Rodimus, Galvatron, it's time to go. Your carrier will be home in a joor, and I thought you said you wanted to make energon goodies with Wheeljack to surprise him."
The two younglings squealed and ran forward. Megatron smiled softly at them, then waved at Jazz. "Thanks, Jazz. I'll see you later."
"Bye, Megatron. Tell OP hi for me!"
"Will do. And good storytelling, by the way!"
Jazz just smiled and nodded, turning back to the younglings in front of him. "Now, how 'bout I tell you all 'bout how I met my Prowler? It's more exciting than it sounds. It all started when an assassin made an attempt on Optimus Prime's spark..."