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MegOp : What are we? [1]

He sat by the Great Tree of Life. The lifegiver to all - god's, angels, devils, bots, humans, subhumans, and far.

The Allspark.

It had been a few months since he ran away, yet none had come to look for him.

He had lost his royal armor. Wispy curls that looked and felt as light as the clouds disappeared the second he stepped out of Iacon's borders. He had felt the fake sense of prestige drain out the further away he had run.

He curled up closer to the roots. A tendrils from the lower branches touched his helm in an oddly comforting way.

Big brother Magnus would be worried wouldn't he?

But he was of the highest commanding position. If he was worried, he would have sent out atleast a search party of rookies to find him.

A tear collected at the edge of his optics.

So.. what Megatronous said was true?

He was being u&#s;-60_#__$--#@@(e8-_7d?

Optimus snapped awake from his berth. Smoke billowed from his posterio lateral windpipes.

What was that?

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He was running.

Sharp gravel dug into the back of his pedes as he kicked up the dust. Shrapnel hit his helmet.

Good thing he was a miner.

He had promised the little archivist that they would meet by the river. Unfortunately Lord Unicron had ordered an extra pristine set of dark emerging crystals crafted for spells. They took forever to make, but thankfully, with the help of his friends he was able to get them done.

Now he was late.

The second he left Tarn, he felt his strength fade. His oversized armor shimmered out of existence leaving him in his base crystal alloy protoform.

The further he ran, the more...something he felt.

What was that feeling? It made him feel like turning back. It made him feel guilty. He made him feel like everything he had ever done would go to waste if he continued on his course.

Was this feeling... what Orian called...

Fear?

Megatron's digits were already moving before his optics opened, quick to grab his cannon and unsheath his sword.

Then he opened his optics.

He was in the Nemesis. All he could hear was the faint drone of the ship's engines and little beeps from the console in his room.

Ah.

Maybe he had a bit too much high grade last night.

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