Truths And Lies [Megastar - TFP]

20 ~ ˖⁺‧₊˚ ~ The Sun and the Moon ~ ˚₊‧⁺˖ ~ 20

The ceremony had to happen sooner or later, and the reminder that the Decepticons were at war with the Autobots convinced both Megaron and Starscream to have it done rather sooner than later. No one on the ship seemed to mind, and preparations for the ceremony began under the strict control and supervision of Knockout.
However, said ceremony couldn't be done according to any tradition from Kaon, as they both need to be in the city's territory, and it cannot be done, so Starscream suggested something very unlikely of him, but still somehow appreciated.

Megatron: "A human wedding? Sounds out of your character."

It was in fact out of his character, but looking through human culture, he noticed how important weddings seemed to be to some human tribes. The Seeker decided then to bring ahead a proposition for locations, themes, and mostly, he asked a question Megatron hoped would have never came.

Starscream: "Who will your best bot be? I don't believe Fireblaze, Soundwave maybe."

A rather painful train of thoughts came into his processor, looking down at the ground.

Megatron: "Long ago, I promised to an old friend that if I ever sparkbonded, he would have been my best bot, but... I don't think he'd be interested now."

The Seeker understood immediately who he Warlord was talking about: Optimus Prime, former friend and brother of the large, gray mech.

Starscream: "...well, we could ask for a truce, and maybe sort out this matter, and after that, we can carry on with the fighting, killing, destroying and all that."

The seeker's idea didn't sound so stupid, and in fact, Megatron took a serious consideration to it.

~

At the autobot base not much was up, Ratchet cleaning up his tools, the guardians spending their day with their protected human, and the others just minding their own business, when a message came through their network.

Ratchet: "Optimus, it's a massage for you, directly from... Megatron!?"

The shock in the medic's voice was understandable, how could he ever expect to see a massage directed to Optimus from Megatron himself. As soon as the Prime opened the massage, tension created between the autobots, but his optics widened only at the end.

Optimus: "He is asking for a truce, to have me as his best bot at his sparkbond ceremony..."

Those words shocked everyone, even the prime himself.

Arcee: "I'm more shocked that he got someone to like him than the fact that he wants you to be his best bot."

Optimus: "...long ago we promised each other that we would have been the other's best bot in case, and seems like it is the time for it..."

The medic looked at his long-time friend, a firm expression on his faceplate. There was no certainty that Megatron did not want to set a trap for all of them, and the one to say it out loud was Ultra Magnus.

Magnus: "Sir, I don't think we should trust them."

Many kinds of scenarios came through the Prime's processor, but then he noticed some words written a the end of the message.

'Farewell, my friend,
As you ride the day,
The light of your Sun
Brightens other's paths,
And I follow your route,
As the loyal Moon by your side.'

Optimus: "...one of his first poems... he had written it for me so long ago..."

Ratchet: "...you cried the first time you read it, I remember well."

An heavy sensation crept in the Prime's spark, one that the Matrix wasn't able to block, and heavy tears strod down his cheek plates.

Optimus: "...alright then, I'll write back a proposition for a meeting, we'll discuss the truce in person."