A/N Here's the next chapter for this week guys hope you like it. Don't forget to review :)
"So Lockdown's employers want you because you are carrying Ironhide's child?" Sam said shocked. "How is that even possible?" He said turning, his head to look at Optimus. "I mean no offense big guy but, you are made from metal."
There was a silence before Optimus finally spoke.
"Our CNA is very similar to yours Samuel," Optimus said. "Our kind mate with yours long time ago, and we have body parts similar to your species," he replied.
"You mean…. ? " Sam started.
"Yes."
"This kind of information I really didn't have to know," Sam whispered, to himself which made Optimus chuckle a little bit. "But, I still do not understand why they want you and what Lockdown meant by you are one of the kind" Sam said to me.
"Maybe, I could answer your question human," an old squeaky voice said.
"Quintessons," I whispered, as I looked at the direction of the voice.
Sam and Optimus turned their heads and saw a pink slimy egg-shaped creature with big blue eyes approaching them; the creature floated on a beam of energy and possessed four wiry tentacles; he had four more different faces placed in line around its body and every face was looking in different directions; he was followed by Lockdown and two creatures that looked similar to him, but instead of the wiry tentacles they had bony fingers with long sharp fingernails.
The Quintesson stopped in front of Optimus cage.
"Long time no see number 15893147617910," he said.
"Who are you?" Optimus asked calmly. "And why are we here?"
He is calm I thought to myself. How can he be so calm?
"We are called the Judges and we are from the planet Quintessa," the Quintesson said. "But, you can call me Wisdom and these are my brothers: Wrath, War, Judgment and Death," Wisdom said, as he rotated his faces to introduce them to Optimus.
The face of Wrath was an angry face; he had red eyes, goatee, sharp pointy teeth, and horns; the face of War was a fat smiley face with orange eyes and he was wearing a turban on his head ; the face of Judgment was a face with yellow eyes, he was wearing green and golden spiked helmet and the face of death well I really do not need to explain to you.
"Why am I and my friends here?" Optimus asked.
"Because, we want you back number 15893147617910."
"My name is Optimus Prime, and not number 15893147617910."
"No, your name is number15893147617910." Wisdom said.
"He doesn't remember," Wrath said.
"We should remind him," War said, laughing.
"Answer his question!" I shouted, grabbing the bars of my cage and starting to shake them.
I wanted an answer and I wanted it now.
"She is feisty one," War said, turning his face to look at me.
"Like her creator," Judgment said.
"So similar and yet so different," Death said.
"Why are we here?" Optimus repeated the question.
"You are here because you are our creation and we want you back," Judgment began. "He is here because he was on our way," he said, looking at Sam. "And, she is here because she is one of a kind; a human made by a Decepticon."
"What?" Optimus said shocked, turning his helm to look at me before he returned his gaze at the Quintesson.
"You see, sixty-five million years ago we came to Earth carrying a special metal that could take the form of any living creature in the universe; the metal was concealed in a special container which we called a seed; we activated the seed and its explosion killed most of the animals on Earth. From that same metal we created two lines of robots: one was a line of robots designed for domestic duties and labor, we called them Autobots, and the other was a line designed for military use."
"Decepticons," Optimus said.
"Correct."
"But, as time went on our creations evolve, and they began to rebel against us," Wisdom said.
"That's when we decided to make a weapon that would crush the rebels," Judgment said.
"And we made you," War said, turning to Optimus. "A perfect weapon against the rebels," he began. "A weapon that could easily infiltrate into the rebel ranks; a weapon with false memories; a weapon we called Orion Pax."
Optimus optics widened in disbelief; his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground. He was on his servos and knees now; his helm was bowed down.
"No," Optimus whispered.
"And, what a mighty weapon you were; you managed to crush the rebellion in a very short time," Wrath said.
Optimus' spark was beating fast as he thought about how many Cybertronians he offlined and he didn't know about it.
"How many?" He whispered, raising his helm to look at the Quintesson.
"How many what?"
"HOW MANY I OFFLINED!?" he yelled, as he grabbed the bars of his cage.
"Do you really want to know?"
"YES!" he growled.
"2598473," War answered.
"Sparklings?"
"Yes."
"Femmes?"
"Yes."
"Primus…. "Optimus whispered, lowering his helm down.
I was no longer able to listen, this was worse than a torture so I shouted to the Quintesson..
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
He turned to me.
"Oh, how rude from us, we forgot you," he said, approaching me. "A human that was created by a Decepticon, and not just any Decepticon than one who betrayed her best friend." "You know Spectra, number 15893147617910 right?" War said, turning to Optimus.
Optimus looked at him with anger in his optics.
"We will take that as a yes," War said, turning to me again.
"I don't believe you," I said.
"Don't believe us, believe this," he said, turning to Lockdown and giving him a sign, Lockdown pressed a button and a large screen appeared in front of us.
"Let the movie night begin," War said, laughing hysterically.