"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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Trust(Transformers WFC Trilogy Oneshot)
FanfictionThe war for Cybertron is worsening. Everyday there'll always be dead bodies and severely injured soldiers coming in. The conflict between Optimus Prime and Megatron is reaching it's climax. Ultra Magnus, keeper of the Alpha Trion Protocols and SIC o...