The Tales of Opti Prime and Nio

War? Is The All You Can Talk About?

Opti was laying around, commanding some Autobot warriors. "Those energon cubes go over there," she said. "Ugh! No! Over there! Over- OH FOR PRIMUS' SAKE, WOULD SOMEONE SHOW HIM WHERE?!"
Racer walked up to Opti. "Evening, ma'am," she lightly said.
"Opti is fine, Racer. What is it you need?"...
"I just wanted to tell you that I've finished with some of the warrior training."
"Excellent!"
"And Optimus wishes to speak to you."
Opti jumped down from her perch where she sat in her large scar, scratch and wound-covered wolf form. "Then it is best not to keep him waiting." She slowly limped off. Only a few years of war had taken the beautiful Autobot body and turned it into something the Decepticons would enjoy more. She had a deep side wound, a gash straight through her chest and knee, deep scars over her eyes and she bore a brace on one leg. What was amazing was that the young, twelve year-old Prime still functioned. She could not walk fast and she had a very noticeable limp, but she was still alive.

Soon, she reached Optimus. "You wished to see me?" she asked.
"Yes... You tend to be doing something unpleasing to me," Optimus answered.
"What?"
"You always command your league of Autobots from a high perch. Why? That is a royal trait, and one we Autobots do not portray, Optilita Paxus."
"Sorry, Optimus... It shall not happen again."
"How are the new warriors in training coming?"
"Very well, Optimus. They'll be ready for war soon."
"Optilita, I will always question why you continue to want to rage war. The Decepticons will never stop and we are very outnumbered."
"Because, the war was never over. That was merely a break. And... And my spark knows war. It wants to rage it!"
"I never knew the spark of an Autobot... Including that of a Prime... That ever wanted to rage war."
"Does that make me different then everyone else, Optimus? I'm only doing what I think best."
"Yes... That's the impression I'm getting..."