Sensibility Spawns Lots Of Good Outcomes Book 1

Chapter 2: Recruiting The Aerialbot Army

(Cybertron, the city of Vos, two deca-cycles after Megatron's declaration of war for control of Cybertron, Optimus Prime's POV...)

I entered the throne room of the Vosnian Wing Prince who was also next-to-last in charge of the Energon Seekers, a gigantic group of Cybertronian flight frames capable of finding nearby and far away sources of Energon and capable of reaching high speeds in their jet modes, their helicopter modes, their gyrodyne forms, and other kinds of flying vehicle modes.

I didn't know it at the time, but I was tensing because I was trying to put on a cool-helmed façade to prevent the Wing Prince from seeing or sensing that I was nervous.

I have only been the supreme leader of the Autobots for no more than two deca-cycles with Sentinel Zeta Prime as my co-leader until I receive the Matrix of Leadership, and I was as nervous as a sparkling afraid to try no-grade Energon, the safest form of Energon that a sparkling can safely consume without accidentally being intoxicated and without being overly energized to the point of suffering a system crash and forced recharge.

Now, war was on the horizon due to Megatron's violent ideas of tearing down Sentinel Zeta Prime's caste system being shot down by the High Council in favor of my more peaceful approach, and I was chosen to receive the Matrix of Leadership from Primus himself.

I may have been an Energon miner during my first stellar cycles of functioning life, but I knew that violence in tearing down a corrupt Cybertronian government would never bode well for both sides depending on how long it drags for.

But Megatron could not see it like I could, he couldn't accept that I was chosen because of my wisdom from my later-in-life experiences in Iacon's Hall of Records under Alpha Trion's tutelage, and Megatron gunned down High Councilor Halogen in a loss of patience and a burst of anger over being told to respect me.

But what Megatron does not know is that High Councilor Halogen secretly had his podium heavily protected by a forcefield that disintegrated Megatron's Fusion Cannon blast the instant the blast touched the shielded podium, without anyone other than myself and Crowzag knowing about it.

I could've turned him in, but like the coward I was just because of my previous partnership with Megatron combined with the fact that fighting wasn't allowed in the High Council Chambers, I didn't do it.

And now, no matter what happens in this new planetary civil war between Autobots and Decepticons, I was going to rectify that mistake of allowing Megatron to start a terrorist-level planetary civil war, no matter if I allow Megatron to live or not.

Right now, as I stepped into the throne room of the Wing Prince, I was in for a sight I wouldn't forget.

I had believed I was going to meet one mech fitting the description given to me by Ultra Magnus and Jazz. But instead, there were three Energon Seeker class Fliers sitting together on a large piece of furniture I couldn't name because I didn't know what the name of it was.

It was Vosnian in design, don't get me wrong; and given how comfortable the three Fliers were, it stands to reason that it was some sort of couch or something similar.