Transformers: End of the War

Epilogue: Truce Proposal

With Optimus Prime

All was silence. Slowly, the leaders of both factions turned to each other, their optics completely focused on the Cybertronian standing in front of them.

Megatron: You felt it, you must have felt it. The draw of our world. It calls to you just as forcefully as it calls to me. The difference between us is that I was willing to answer that call.

Optimus Prime: No, it was never about Cybertron, any more than it was about Earth now. It was always about you. Whatever nobility you may have had once, or think you've had, was long consumed by your overwhelming need to dominate all you see before you.

Megatron: Such pompousness from you, Prime. Your sanctimoniousness would be more impressive if we both didn't know that we are very much alike.

Optimus Prime: We are nothing alike.

Megatron: I wanted to control Cybertron because I thought I was right. You fight me because you believe you are right.

The Autobot Leader couldn't take this anymore. He aimed the Cosmic Rust Cannon at Megatron as he replied: "I, am tired of your control!", ready for another battle.

Megatron: And I... I am tired of fighting.

The Autobot Leader had no idea of what reply to make, so he waited as the Decepticon Leader sagged to the ground on both kness.

Megatron: I sue for peace, Optimus. I will order all Decepticons to stand down. It's over. All this is over. Sometimes, even endless wars must come to an end. Our world calls, and I'll devote the rest of my life and the existence of all Decepticons, not to attacking you, the Autobots or the humans, but to rebuilding our homeworld. If you want, I can even send the coordinates of my base of operations so you can retrieve the Hatchlings and raise them properly. I've spent far too long destroying, and it has brought me nothing. Nothing. So I wish to try creating for a time and see if that brings me... something.

Optimus Prime: And I am supposed to believe in your words? Am I supposed to accept this call for a truce? After all the lies and deceits? After all the attempts to lay waste to an entire world?

Megatron stared at him for a while, and then spoke again: "Honestly, Prime, it doesn't matter to me what you believe. You're still holding Sentinel's ranged weapon. Use it. Finish me. I no longer care what you do. All I ask is that whatever decision you make next, make it quickly.".

Optimus Prime looked down at the ranged weapon in his left hand. How easy would it be to kill him. How easy it would be to end this once and for all. He glanced towards the sky. Cybertron was gone. But while he didn't want to admit it, he knew Megatron was right; his homeworld was calling to him. Calling with the song of what it once was, and what it could be again if only they, as a race, were capable of living up to the potential they once had. The Autobot Leader dropped the Cosmic Rust Cannon on the ground.

Optimus Prime: You are wrong. I am not like you. Because if I were, I would've just killed you for showing what any Decepticon would define as weakness. Your own people may well tear you apart for this change in your attitude. For your sake as well as theirs, control them.

Megatron slowly rose to his feet, trying to display some measure of dignity, and said: "I will. When I return to Cybertron and make things right, I will send for you and yours. And we will join and be one race again. A race of peace. Once again we'll have a home.".

Optimus Prime said nothing as Megatron departed the Windy City peacefully. He wanted to believe there would be peace. He wanted to believe that Megatron could truly change. He understood that all sentient beings had a compassionate side, no matter how dark and twisted their minds and processors were. And he would hold out hope, because in the end... that was all they had.