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Optimus didn't remember falling into recharge again, but he did remember waking up. Someone was gently pushing on his shoulder-pad, but he didn't online his optics. He groaned, turning away from the Autobot shoving him and waving them off, grumbling about wanting five more cycles of recharge. He laid comfortably for a few more moments, but was pushed once more, this time with enough force to cause him to tumble off of his berth. Optimus released a small yelp, optics shooting open as he fell, reaching upwards to grab something. He was unable to grab anything to stabilize him in time, so he just fell flat on his back. He could hear someone — Jetfire, to be exact — laughing at the other side of the bunkberth. As the smaller woke up more, he sighed and slowly sat up, turning his helm to stare at the flier, who still laughed.
"Not funny." Optimus said, standing up and stretching his arms over his helm, "You could've just woken me up normally."
"I tried." Jetfire said with a shrug, sitting down on the berth with a small smirk.
The red and blue Autobot rolled his optics, smiling. He walked over to where his friend sat, sitting next to him. They stayed silent for a while, not knowing what to say. The flier cleared his throat pipe, looking down at his friend, the smaller returned the gaze.
"So... did you want to know anything about your past?" Jetfire asked.
Optimus blinked, then looked away, tapping his thumbs together. He thought, trying to think of questions to ask the flier. He thought it would be easier than it really was to think of a single question. He wanted to know his past, but he was afraid of the answers he would receive. He shuddered his optics for a moment, sighed, and looked back up at the flier.
"Who was I?" He asked.
Jetfire smiled softly.
"You were Orion Pax. Former student of Alpha Trion, and data clerk of the Iacon Hall of Records." He said, staring ahead.
"What was the Iacon Hall of Records?" Optimus asked again.
"It was a place where the information of aincient Cybertronian histories were kept." Jetfire explained, "Alpha Trion used to guard the information contained there. After you left his training, you were put there in his place."
Left? Why did I leave? The red and blue Autobot thought.
He didn't ask that, one feeling going through his body -- pride. He used to be an important Cybertronian. Before he was "killed," at least.
"I remember you being an excitable and oblivious young Cybertronian." Jetfire continued, chuckling and smiling, "You let me read a lot of the ancient datapads, even if they were restricted for civilian optics. You said you 'had your ways'."
The smaller laughed, sighing afterward. His processor drifted between two questions — one more sensitive to Jetfire than the other. He pondered for a long while, finally resting on a decision.
"How did we meet?" Optimus asked, looking up at his friend.
Jetfire stayed quiet for a moment, like he was thinking. He sighed, and started to explain.
"I was sent by my commander... Skytread, for an assignment sent by Alpha Trion himself. I was supposed to be your bodyguard 'until further notice'." He said, "On the first day, I was... an aft to you, to put it lightly. When I went back to base, I expected you to hate me. You didn't. You still tried to be friends with me. We actually became friends."
Optimus nodded, looking down at his servos and smiling, "I remember... we'd stargaze past closing."
"I miss that." The flier said, nodding back, "A lot, actually."
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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...
