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"We have to stop this, Prime."



"We can't. Not if Megatron wins this war."





"You have to lis-"





"Look Magnus. I know that you are tired. I am tired. Everyone is tired but we have to keep fighting for Cybertron."



There he goes again with the repettive speeches. I grew tired of them. I just stood there silently, pretending to listen. After he finished, I sighed in exasperation. He then looked at me with a questioning expression.







"It's hopeless Optimus, we are lost. Megatron's forces are powerful and they can outnumber our troops faster than us recruiting new Autobots." I argued at the Prime who shifted his gaze elsewhere, typical. Always avoiding optic-contact when I scold him. After a moment of silence I continue my rant.





"Why are so obsessed on winning the war? Tell me. Is it that you REALLY wanted peace for Cybertron or you are just addicted of killing?" I asked the Prime, judging by his silent gasp and then furrowed optics. I knew I have provoked him but I remained on my calm but unsatisfied stance.




"What makes you say that? I will never enjoy killing as it is a sport. I'm not like Megatron!" Optimus snapped, slamming his fist on the desk next to him. I furrowed my optics in suspicion. This made him to continue rambling.




"I'm a Prime Ultra Magnus and I have morals." He spoke a little gentle this time, using my full name but stern is ringing in his voice. I turn my heel, leaving him alone. I'm fed up.








Before I step out of the room, I stopped for a moment.






"I hope what are you trying achieve happens." Was all I said and I took my leave.




































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I drive on the muddy and dull surface of Cybertron. My altmode's lower sections are completely covered in grey, marshy soil. Tainting my blue and white finish but I don't care much. I'm used to it by the time the war broke out. I kept on driving, unsure of where I am suppose to go. After passing by multiple abandoned buildings and streets, I came across an old Energon bar.






It was evident that it's close. The doors and windows boarded up and the building itself covered in cracks and holes. I transformed into my bipedal form and with my instincts, walked up to it. I don't know why but I have a feeling of entering the emptied place and so I did by ripping off the metal plates and proceed to enter. My footsteps echoed in the bar with the ocassional sounds of creaking metal but nothing alarming. I continue to walk until I hear something clicking behind me, this made me halt immediately.





"Slowly turn around. Drop your weapons, I know you are armed." said the bot who I am yet to meet.





I did as 'he' told and drop my weapons and disabled my shoulder missle launchers. I slowly turn around to see yellow small bot pointing a bazooka? At me.




"What is the great Autobot commander doing in an abandoned Energon bar?" he asked, mocking me with the question.





"It does not concern you and what are you doing here?" I asked him, raising my optic ridges.



"Well for starters, this is my place, now answer me." he demanded



"I am just . . . taking a stroll." I replied, pausing for brief moment to think for an answer.



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