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Optimus followed Jetfire into an empty and dark hallway, away from the angry Sparks in the storage wing. He noticed, however, that the flier's posture had changed. He didn't stand tall anymore, but slightly slouched, though his wings stayed perked at a halfway point. The Seeker suddenly stopped walking, and the red and blue Autobot did, too. He lifted a servo to his chassis, sighing. Suddenly, there was the sound of energy for a quick moment, and a faint blue glow came from in front of Jetfire. Optimus could barely see the tip of it going past his upper arm -- the glowing object was a blade coming from his wrist. He put it away, straightening, and continued down the hallway. The red and blue Autobot didn't follow him, taken aback upon seeing this upgrade. His Sparkbeat quickened upon thinking of what he would use it for. Without thinking for another moment, he called out.
"Jetfire," Optimus spoke, "where are you going?"
Jetfire stopped, quickly turning around to face the red and blue Autobot. The flier had a surprised expression on his faceplates, almost like he wasn't supposed to see him at this moment. The Seeker sighed, expression changing to anger, and wings perking up higher.
"I'm going out... to kill Megatron." He said, a slight growl in his voice.
Optimus was speechless. He stood still, wearing a wide-optic, surprised expression while internally hoping to Primus that he was kidding. However, Jetfire nodded, almost like he recognized the look he was giving him, and confirmed that he was serious.
"That's... suicide." The smaller whispered.
"Over half of the 'Bots here wouldn't care if Unicron dragged me off the planet." The flier hissed, "Besides, I need to pay back that bastard for sending Skytread to murder my friend, and for killing a youngling mercilessly."
The emotions coming from the white Autobot were palpable, so much so that Optimus could feel them from where he stood. He shuddered his optics, taking a calming breath, then onlining them and speaking again.
"Going after... him, won't solve anything," the red and blue Autobot reasoned, "and killing him won't bring peace."
"You don't know that." Jetfire growled, speaking slowly, "I'll slaughter that tyrant and end this war, even if it kills me. For Sunstreaker, and for Orion."
Orion.
Orion Pax.
Optimus felt a part of himself being unlocked, like Jetfire saying that name was the key to the hidden memories that were locked away in his processor.
I know you.
We were friends.
A moment in time flashed before him, but instead of the void in his nightmare, it was full of color, tangible shapes, and sounds.
He was standing outside, on a balcony of sorts, in what looked like a pristine building. It was cylindrical, with a large domed roof and colored in a sparkling blue, with gold lines that touched from the ground to the roof like circuitry. There, he looked up at the sky, which started to fade from the natural orange and yellow hues created from their sun, to deep shades of red and navy-blues. Stars speckled the sky like the back of a Cybercheeta, and galaxies that resided far, far away streaked across the canvas in beautiful purples and greens.
There was a new pair of pedesteps from behind him, and Optimus slowly turned to look. He saw a familiar tall white Cybertronian, dawning the red Elite-guard insignia front-and-center on his chassis, stopping in place like he hadn't intended the other to notice him. His azure optics didn't look tired like they did today; in fact, they edged a bright, almost pastel color to show his secret soft side. Optimus (or Orion, at the time) smiled in the memory, giving a small wave like he was greeting an old friend.
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Transformers: New Generation -- Pt 1
General Fiction{Book 1: The Age of War} [COMPLETED] Optimus felt like a nobody -- he was just an Autobot, serving the cause like any other good soldier. However, one secret, held by his mentor, would make him so much more than a nobody. He will learn that soon eno...
