Once upon a time, there was Optima Prime, a force of good. She held the Matrix Of Leadership, which always gave her an edge over her mortal enemy, Megatrona. Wanting to curve that edge, Megatrona had Shockwave create Nemesis Prime, who held the Matr...
It was a quiet day at the Autobot base. The wreakers were being quiet for once, so were the normal bots and troublemakers. The cause? They were looking at Optima Prime, who sat on top of base, memories coming to her mind as she looked into the sky. "What's wrong with Boss Bot?" Miko asked. "She's thinking about Nemesis Prime." Ratchet answered the young girl who looked even more confused.
"Who's Nemesis Prime? I never heard of them." Bulkhead said. "Nemesis Prime is, er, was, a Decepticon clone of Optima. Made by Shockwave on orders of Megatrona, He was a massive threat who hunted Optima with little sound, but he spilled a lot of energon." Ratchet explained. "What happened to him? He does not sound like the type to just up and die." Arcee asked, an optic ridge raised.
"He engaged Optima in a fierce battle on the Ark after we took off. He followed Bruticus in the combiner's wake of destruction, picking off any who survived. He intercepted Optima before she could battle Bruticus. He gave her some wounds before Optima managed to gain the upper hand and slash his chest. She damaged his core systems putting him into an immediate stasis lock. Effectively knocking him out." Ratchet explained.
"Let me guess what happens next, he flew off into the portal with the rest of us, and died because no bot that damaged could land and be okay?" Wheeljack guessed. "Yes. Optima even felt the Matrix Of Chaos go dark." Ratchet said. "Wait, what's that? I thought there was only one Matrix." Asked Raf. "The Matrix Of Chaos was created alongside Nemesis to serve as his own Matrix, to oppose Optima." Ratched explained.
"Then I guess it's a good think he fell. He sounds as bad as Buckethead herself." Arcee stated. "While that may hold some truth, it was not the outcome I had hoped for him." Optima said, placing a hand on Arcee's shoulder. "Why not? The amout of energon he spilled must have warrented an end to his madness." Bumblebee said through beeps. "An end that didnt have to end in death." Optima said.
"He was created for the sole purpose of killing me. I had hoped that he could have found another purpose, or passion. He had not lived life, or expirianced freedom. His life was short and filled only with death. Yet another tragedy in this war." Optima said. The base returned to silence as they each formed their own thoughts. Little did they know, the same topic of discussion was happening with the Decepticons.
Aboard the Nemesis, Megatrona was discussing Nemesis Prime with Soundwave. "It is such a shame he fell. He could have served me well here on Earth. Unlike you starscream!" Megatrona insulted her SIC. "Nemesis Prime: Offline." Soundwave stated. "Why not have Shockwave remake him? Or mass produce Nemesis?" Starscream asked. "No! He was one of a kind! Irreplacable!" Megatrona said.
"I exist to kill Optima Prime." Soundwave played a recording of Nemesis Prime's voice. "Yes, and he got quite a lot of wounds that had wounds while doing that." Knockout quiped. "Up until his final moments, he was a warrior to the end." Dreadwing mourned. "Well said sister." Skyquake said. "Well done Bruticus." Soundwave played a recording of Nemesis again. She played more recording as we then go to Earth again.
We go to a highway to find a few cars driving the speed limit before a black flat nose semi truck crashed through them, sending the cars out of control. The truck truned off onto a dirt road that lead up to the top of a rocky mountain, it's lack of trailer making it faster. Once it reached the top, it stopped. Then it's metal started moving, transforming, until it took the form of a mighty Cybertronian. The resembliance to Optima Prime obvious.
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"Hmm. Jasper, Nevada. Perfect place to construct an energon harvester. Base construction is a possability. Maybe I might let the local populace live if they dont irritate me." The figure said. His chest viabrated a bit before he clutched it. "Dont worry. You can play with them." He said before laying his sight upon a warehouse. More specificly, a black box trailer attached to a semi truck pulling out of it.
"Hehe, humans have many uses that still have yet to show themselves. Perhaps they may live. Well, not all." He said before bringing out a gun and sliding down the mountain, transforming at the bottom to catch up to the trucker. The license plate on the back reading 'Y/n'.
(767 Words. I hope you like this. I have based this on TFP so that show is the main refrence point for this fanfic.)
