ƬIᄂ Λᄂᄂ ΛЯΣ ӨПΣ (ᴛꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ)

ᄃΉΛPƬΣЯ ПIПΣ

The group had huddled into a tight line, watching curiously as the weakened, yet still standing Prime limped his way to the middle of the once prestigious battlegrounds. Alpha Trion placed a servo down, taking a deep vent as he began his explanation for his earlier outburst.

"For thousands of cycles, the war with the Quintessons had been...a brutal conflict..." Alpha Trion continued to kneel as red dust like particles began to swirl around them all. It began forming a realistic image of the Primes, very much online and functional.

"The Matrix..." Y/n awed at the sight of the Matrix of Leadership, although not real in this moment, Y/n had never seen it this close in person. Yet, it was formed over within Zeta Prime's chassis, where it had rightfully belonged.

"Until Sentinel, the principal aide to the Primes, intercepted an enemy transmission. There was going to be a secret gathering...of Quintesson commanders..." Alpha Trion resumed, the Primes gathering over to listen to Sentinel's warnings in the vision, "Their elimination could end the war...It was a mission so important, we Primes took it on ourselves..."

Y/n watched as the Thirteen Primes all stood side by side, ready for battle and to meet up with Sentinel, their o/c optics watching Psyloris Prime as she kept that grin on her face. Y/n squinted when they noticed something twitching behind her back, yet they could not fully see it, like it was cutoff by the surrounding mist. Though they seemed to get distracted when D-16 caught their gaze, watching as he gaped up at Megatrounus Prime.

"We agreed to meet Sentinel for his sensitive intel in secret...here. In this cave. But we were not alone..." Alpha Trion's optics grew dark at the memory, and the sudden sound of Quintessons reached the groups audio receptors.

"QUINTESSONS!!"

"They're here!!"

"It's a trap! Battle Positions!!"

"Hold the line!"

"Primus be with us!

The sounds of the Primes yelling, and defending themselves from the Quintessons grew overwhelming. Shots rained down upon them with no mercy, giving the Primes an unfair advantage from the start, and the ambush allowing the Quintessons to gain the upper hand in the battle.

"For Cybertron!!"

Despite the odds, the Primes were shown fighting back. Y/n vented heavily at the sight of all the violence, too much happening all at once, that they began stepping away with a wobbly stance into Orion. He noticed, and tried to get Y/n's attention from their sudden lack of responses. Yet even he was too immersed from the sight.

Y/n tension grew as the yelling, screeching, and gunfire became fiercer, making it hard for them to think or process anything other than the fear. Their dilated optics turned over to Psyloris Prime who had ripped out a Quintesson's helm straight from its body. Crushing it between her servos, before being attacked by multiple Quintessons.

Something about this was all too familiar to them.

"We were outnumbered, but stood as one. Our victory was near..." Alpha Trion grimly looked sideways as the sight of a sword was plunged into one of his brethren's chassis...extinguishing their spark, "Until we were betrayed..."

Y/n watched in devastation, they knew they couldn't trust Sentinel, they never knew why. But they never expected it to be because he was a traitor and a murderer. D-16 seemed to be just as much disbelief, as Y/n watched his optics grow wide. His spark practically shattered from the news of someone he trusted being the enemy. His ever growing spite only advancing when Sentinel beheaded Megatrounus Prime without giving a fair fight.