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Optimus found himself on the roof of a tall building, sitting on the edge with his legs dangling down, ankles crossed. He watched the sun slowly lower into the horizon, the sky fading into a beautiful array of colors. He felt at peace. There was a ding from behind, and he looked back to see where it originated. The doors to an elevator slid open, a familiar metallic blue Cybertronian step out and walk towards him. He looked tired, but he still smiled at his student.
"Hello, Orion." He said.
"Hey." Optimus greeted, waving to his mentor, "How was your outing?"
"Good." The Prime said, "I journeyed to Kaon, and found two more Cybertronians fit to be my students."
"Who?" The dark-colored Cybertronian asked.
"Ultra Magnus and Megatron." Alpha Trion said.
Optimus felt his Energon run cold at the name, but he -- well, Orion -- widened his optics in awe.
"Megatron? The gladiator?" He asked.
The Prime chuckled and nodded, "Yes, the Kaon gladiator."
"Wow!" The student said, "When can I, uh, meet them?"
"Tomorrow. For now, you need to get rest." Alpha Trion said.
Optimus nodded in understanding. He stood up and walked to his mentor, and the two Cybertronians walked into the elevator. The doors closed, and the lift started its descent.
Optimus groaned, slowly coming back online. The ringing in his audio-receptors quickly faded, but the fuzziness in his memory banks remained. What happened, where is he? He struggled to bring his optics online, but quickly shuddered them one a sliver of light entered his vision. He groaned again, feeling twinges of pain all over his body. After a few moments, Optimus mustered enough strength to online his optics again, squinting in the bright overhead lights. He slowly turned his helm to the side, surprised to see Jetfire and Elita in the chairs nearby. The flier had his arms loosely crossed, helm bent backwards to touch the wall, intake slightly agape and his wings were bent low. He snored, wings twitching every few klicks. Elita sat next to him, leaning against him, helm rested on the taller's shoulder-pad and ankles crossed. Optimus smiled weakly upon seeing the two, recharging peacefully. He grunted in pain, propping himself onto an elbow to help sit up. He swung his legs over the side of the berth, using a servo to cover where a wound supposedly was. He looked down, moving his servo to look at it, seeing a weld there. He was confused, until he looked at his servo, seeing dried Energon on his metal. His optics widened.
"By the Allspark." He whispered, remembering.
I thought that was a dream! It was real? He thought.
Before his panic set in, the door slide open with a light hiss. Optimus looked up to see who was entering, seeing Ratchet. He walked into the room, holding and tapping around a datapad. He looked up at the injured Autobot, locking optics for a klick before they spoke.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, voice quiet.
"I... I'm fine." The red and blue Autobot said, "Just some pain."
The medic nodded. He set down the datapad on a nearby tray, then walked over to his patient. He lifted up his arm, a panel popping up.
"I'm gonna need you to lay down for a medical scan." He said.
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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...
