One shot... shoot!

MegOp : What are we? [2]

"Then let's run away!" He choked on his own intake. What a mad idea.

No one could escape Lord Unicron or Lord Primus' grasp. Yet this idiot thinks it's possible?

"Do you even know what happens to bots who run?"

"Well.. yes... but if the Fallen could why can't we? There must be a loophole in the border Matrix that he used!"

"Orian. The Fallen was a Prime. And the strongest Prime on the team. Both Primus AND Unicron hunted him down and killed him. We saw his corpse on the tree yesturday remember?"

A faint sound distracted him. Megatron quickly blocked the backhand Optimus was about to execute.

Had Starscream put something in his Energon again? Why was he phasing out on the middle of the battlefield?

Come to think of it.. why hadn't Prime ended him when he was distracted?

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Optimus had enough.

Ratchet raised an optic when the Prime exited the base a bit more sharply than usual. Even Ultra Magnus stopped in his tracks in the shock of being shoulder checked by the usually gentle behemoth.

He made optic contact with the old doctor. A silent understanding. Ultra Magnus transformed.

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Optimus, not having the patience to patrol, simply drove in a random direction. He had long left the highway. For miles ahead, above and below there was no sign of life.

Behind him was of course Ultra Magnus. Optimus wondered if the mech was purposefully pretending to be sneaky before remembering that being a Prime gave him heightened abilities.

Darn. This is why life is so boring. Surprises aren't even surprising any more. Except for Megatron of course. Every battle he shows up with something more atrocious than the previous meet n greet.

That actually reminds him. Why the pits did that mech always hold back? Every battle there is always a point where he hesitates or seemingly misses a fatal shot.

Or was the Matrix doing something? Like a subtle power up?

This is why he missed Alpha Trion. Even though the mech wasn't a true Prime he atleast had the foresight to use his position to gather as much information about the Matrix and the Primes as he could in preparation for a bot who would need it.

Is Mags slowing down?

Optimus slowed down to a stop next to one of the towering mesos. He activated his comms.

:: Commander ::

There was a pause before a return crackle was heard. His SIC wisely remained out of sight.

:: My apologies sir. I didn't mean to invade your privacy. The doctor and I were worried ::

:: Everyone on the base has reminded you atleast twice each that Ratchet does not like being called a doctor ::

:: Yet his occupation says otherwise ::

Optimus silently snorted. Hopefully the comm did not catch it.

:: I am well Commander. You can return to base. If I am not mistaken, you have graveyard duty soon ::

:: Well yes. Optimus? ::

:: Yes?::

:: If you need someone to talk to.. ::

:: You door is open. Don't worry Magnus. I will remember. Good night ::

There was pause. Optimus hoped he wasn't too harsh on the dismissal.

:: Good night sir ::

Well Ultra Magnus is a big bot. He can handle a little harsh.

A prickle on his nape caused him to flinch slightly. He patted the area quickly. A bit of dust powdered away. He looked up. The tower, about 2 Omega Supremes high, leaned his way

Is the meso toppling?

Optimus motioned to move to the other edge, when he discovered why the structure suddenly lost its integrity.

Optimus carefully pried out his digits that almost refused to release it's death grip on the wall, before bolting out of the way to allow the massive tower to fall.

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