Title: Call Rating: K+ Continuity: Movieverse Characters: Optimus Prime, OC human (for the sake of the plot!) Disclaimer: Don't own Prompt: 4. Phoning it in
The soldier stared at the massive, gray frame of Optimus Prime, shocked. Optimus Prime... dead.
This particular human, one Corporal Jim Davis, hadn't interacted much with the Prime. He had conversed with the massive robot once, when they had been flying out to a suspected Decepticon location. He had been one of the men in the Prime's C-17. One of three, actually. The other two were dead now. But the Prime had talked with them, his voice deep and even, tone calm.
The Corporal never forgot that day. His first contact with the enemy. It had been his confidence in the Prime, spawned by the Prime's own confidence that had kept him alive.
And now, Optimus was dead. Deactivated. Gray and still and quiet...
The Corporal stared, throat feeling like it was full of cotton, eyes stinging, heartbeat audible in his ears. That deep, confident voice would never ring out through the base, prompting whoever he asked to do exactly as he asked, then and there, and screw whatever they had been doing before.
His heavy weight would never make the lights flicker as he took a step, never make the walls rattle, never make a human feel like their teeth were going to shake out of their heads.
He would never look on a human with those wise, glittering optics, so full of sadness and weight and optimism.
Never again...
But it was time to call it in. He was a soldier. Their commander might have been down, but... there were others. And maybe they would never see Optimus walking from hangar to hangar, massive feet settling gently on the tarmac, lest he crack it, but...
They could avenge him.
The Corporal lifted his radio, swallowing a couple times before he could manage a word. . "Corporal Davis here, Colonel Lennox... I have... Optimus... Optimus is dead..."