A.N: This my first ever official fanfiction! I hope who ever is reading this finds this pleasing. I'm currently stressing about the grammar and format of this story. I'm possibly dyslexic so I have multiple versions of this chapter with grammarly installed into my phone keyboard .

Ch1: The Seer

There once was a well-known mech with the deepest translucent golden optics. They held the galaxies and stars within them. This mech went by the designation Smoothsayer.

True to his name he was a seer, but unfortunately his abilities were not appreciated by all. Most of Smoothsayer's prophecies and visions happened long after being foretold. About seventy percent of them could be considered horrendous, tragic or someway sorrowful. As a result, it was common for most who came his way to avoid, ignore or even flee at his sight. Eventually, Smoothsayer was crowned ' Bearer of bad tidings' by those in his sector (neighbourhood) . One of the reasons why he had half a servos of friends with another half that actually tolerated and interacted with him

The rare prophecies Smoothsayer spit out or visions he saw were not to be ignored. His visions were avoidable, but his prophecies were inevitable, just like his first words. His alarmed carrier (mother) wouldn't know the meaning of his words till he was the equivalent of a seven years old child when his sire (father) was caught in the first rust storm in eons, which almost offlined the poor mech.

And as I mentioned before about seventy percent of his prophecy and visions were not the best. While the other thirty percent were okay (depending on who you asked), some even joyful like when Smoothsayer froze. His optics glowed bright, changing into pure white.

"A healthy mechling," He whispered.

"He going to need a better paint job." Smoothsayer mumbled.

"Burgundy red and swamp green," he finished, before returning to normal, continuing to tinker with his project.

His friend opposite him stared blankly at him before asking in a nervous whisper.

"The mechling...who's is it."

"Who's what?" Smoothsayer replied, not bothering to provide eye contact.

"You know,"

"Sayer, the mechling."

Smoothsayer finally stopped tinkering and stared straight into his friend's optics. Acerunner shivered but continued, even though he hated when Smoothsayer stared at him as determined the cause of his doom he continued.

"The one with the bad paint job, Smoothsayer."

Realisation finally dawned across Smoothsayer face plates.

"Oh, the sparkling." He smiled

"Yes, he's your."

"Has your helm and Songblade's optics."

Smoothsayer began to tinker once again.

Oh and I advise..."

Before Smoothsayer could finish, Acerunner had already run out, most likely to his and Songblade's family unit.

Another good prophecy was when Smoothsayer bumped into a young Orion Pax.

"Sorr..." Smoothsayer started before his optics flickered, beginning to glow, changing as usual from the deep gold to pure white.

The seer then gazed straight into the mech's optics. Orion felt as if Primus himself were staring down at him, looking passed his optics staring into his spark as the seer's gaze hardened . Had it being possible Orion would be littered with goosebumps.

"OPTIMUS PRIME, Orion." Smoothsayer started, bowing his head briefly maintained eye contact.

"Born, not made."

"One to lead many."

"How. How did you know my destination?" Orion tensely asked.

Before the young mech could continue to voice his concerns (fears), Smoothsayer's optics started flashing in a frenzied matter with the mech trying to reach out to Orion.

(A.N Let's say Optimus will be reliving theses moments in recharge, imprinted in his memories. System: These moments and prophecies including those to come have now received an allocated place within Optimus Prime's spark memories and nightmares. Orion will online relive the moments above and little of what is to come. )

"WAR."

"WAAAR" the seer cried startling Orion before crashing on to the ground.

The young mech looked down at the older mech frozen in fear and concern. Smoothsayer's optics suddenly onlined growing white and the mech grasped Orion's leg gazing at him in sad, pitying manner.

"Orion Pax," he started. "Is war all we shall know..." Smoothsayer never finished though, as he had crashed once again leaving Orion with a shear look of terror to drag the mech's glitches self to the nearest medical centre.

(A.N: So it wasn't exactly a joyous prophecy or meeting, but who cares. On with da story! So where were we. Oh yeah! The Hatchet.)

It hadn't been long since Orion dragged in a complete stranger ( with some help) into the medical centre, when his friend Ratchet or shall I say the foretold Ratchet or shall I say the foretold Hatchet (with The Wrench of Doom currently not in servos,) soon to be most feared medic of all came up to Orion.

"So Orion where'd you find Smoothsayer?"

Curiosity sparked in Orion. "You know him?"

"Know him! Of course, I know him. He's known of by many, either by experience or word on the street." Ratchet declared. "Unfortunately for some he's true to his designation."

Orion was just about to further interrogate the medic, before Ratchet received an income com link.

"Sorry Orion, I'm need. I'll be back shortly so go stay with Smoothsayer. Down the hall, last room on the right." The older mech pointed in a direction.

Before Orion could protest Ratchet turned around and walked off mumbling something about "Glitch heads can't do anything right," (or was it 'slagging glitch heads'?) whilst whipping out the so-called Wrench of Doom from subspace.

"Don't touch anything Orion!" he called out warningly. Ratchet knew well at these young stages of Orion's life curiosity may had well been one of the young mech's fatal flaws.

(Orion had been in Ratchet's care after a shelf of data pads thrice his height came crashing down on him. Something of interest probably in there.)

Orion vented in relief that he had not made that little protest, whilst pitying the poor spark who would be soon connecting with the Wench of Doom.

Upon arriving at Smoothsayer's room seeing the mech hadn't onlined yet he took a seat next to the seer's berth and began to state at him storm up question after question to ask the mech once he awoke. After a few breems, Orion noticed Smoothsayer's optics come to life, but not the deep golden optics which held galaxies and countless stars in but the white luminous optics that held the future and maybe even the past.

Smoothsayer turned his helm toward Orion locking his optics on him before then saying in a somewhat ancient echoing voice causing the mech to fall of his seat onto the ground.

"Two faction shall rise,

Brother against brother

One to be corrupted by power,

And a fallen Prime,

The Blood of Unicorn runs through.

In the end, how many shall fall"

~A break brought to you by Bluestreak.~

As quickly as Smoothsayer's optic came online they offlined leaving Orion on his aft huddling in the corner of the room with a terror stricken face staring at Smoothsayer, somewhat still curious. Suddenly the door of the room slid open, with Ratchet walking in cursing causing Orion to jump up dusting of non-existant dust from himself.

"I take it you've sorted the issue?" Orion questioned tilting his helm after collecting himself.

"Nothing my wrench couldn't fix" Ratchet grinned, showing off his wench. "And I take it that Sayer here gave you a prophecy"

"How?" Stuttered Orion.

"The absolute look of terror on your face plates." Ratchet dryly said.

"Beside Smoothsayer is well known for many things like his optics, but to most, he is infamous for his seer abilities. Most of the Mech's visions and prophecies are horrible, tragic or just unpleasant, word on the street has it. Which is why others call him 'Carrier of bad tidings'. So, what was yours."

Orion shifted nervously looking a the floor.

"As long as he didn't tell you the world is coming to an end, we should be safe. Hopefully." Ratchet tried to encourage. Key word being 'tried'.

"He gave me seven." Orion nervously replied.

Which caused Ratchet's optics to widen in alarm. Before Rachet could try to reassure him and himself Orion mumbled.

"One or two of the prophecies kind of indicated the end."

"Did they, or did they not?" Ratchet asked whilst holding his wrench in a threatening manner.

"No, but it is not like all the prophecies can come true."

Ratchet vented in deeply.

"Orion there is no other way to say this but Sayer's prophecies are no joke. When Smoothsayer prophesied something, it happens."

"But don't worry the prophecies usually take a while or a long time to happen, besides they all can't be for you," reassured Ratchet

"He knew my name."

Ratchet raised an optical ridge and venting once again.

"My dear friend Orion Pax it has been an honour knowing you." Said Ratchet patting Orion's back.

Orion's face plates morphed into the face of a kicked puppy or shall I say a Cyberwolf pup.

"Oh, by the way, what were the prophecies?" Ratchet asked completely ignoring Orion's face plates.

Orion simply just stared at him.

"Find, I'll tell half of the mine"

Orion's expression never faltered.

"I'll tell you the whole thing then!" Ratchet exclaimed

Orion still wouldn't cooperate with him, till Ratchet gritted out whilst clutching his wrench. "I'll give you a bag of Energon goodies"

Orion's optics brightened and he suppressed a grin knowing he could get no more than what had been offered and a dent to the helm if he continued to test the medics' patience.

Deal"

"The Hatchet, wilder of the Wrench of Doom."

Orion muffled a snigger and Ratchet slightly growled and continued on. "Most feared medic on that battlefield."

Orion's face plates morphed into one of deep concern and worry. "Three of the prophecies mentioned war. Out of the other four, he said there was to be a new prime.

'Optimus Prime. Orion,

Born, not made.

One to lead many."

"And 'Orion Pax, Is war all we shall know...', he never finished this one. And the final one was the worst one." Orion look down and quietly recited the prophecy.

"Two faction shall rise,

Brother against brother

One to be corrupted by power,

And a fallen Prime,

The Blood of Unicorn runs through.

In the end, how many shall fall"

Ratchet grimaced and patted the younger bot on the back. "We can only hope for the best Orion." Ratchet started as he and Orion walked out of the room.

Orion vented tiredly.

"Smoothsayer won't be online for a while, so if you want you can come back tomorrow, and if he's still here maybe he'll answer some of your questions." Ratchet took a moment to check the time before facing Orion.

"I'll have to be leaving you now Orion, I have someone coming in soon."

"My Energon goodies." Orion held his servo out to collect his prize.

"Here." Ratchet grumbled, pulling them out of subspace and plopping them down on Orion's servo.

"Thank you, Ratchet see you later," Orion said grinning.

The two bots left the room going there separate ways, one with a smug smile on his face plates knowing fully he had just given his friend a new blend energon goodies made partly from medical grade.

A.N: The time Smoothsayer meets Orion is maybe around the time Orion is an adult just out of his teen years and a late bloomer, meaning he's a bit thin and lanky like a youngling. Anyway what ya think ?

Wildstriker21

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