TFP: Shattered Glass; The different side of the Past and Present.

Chapter 4

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Times had changed in this dimension as well. Orion Pax had grown into a kind and caring archivist. But unlike its broken counter part, this dimension's Primes did not stick together. Instead they travel the stars till their deaths or brought to their end on Cybertron's metal. Micronus and Vector Prime stayed within the pocket dimension and travel through time. Alpha Trion remained on Cybertron with his watchful gaze as the very planet he and his brothers and sister once protected change into a shadow of what they had each planned.
A council rose and established a caste system, creating inequality in all forms. Politicians never understood the lives of the miners that harvest the planet's supply of energon. A gladiator never understood a life of nonviolence like an archivist and vice-versa. It made Alpha Trion cringed at how none were truly treated as fellow cybertronians and Orion Pax took up this belief as well.
Orion delved into the history of Cybertron's existence and how much it had changed and killed. He heard the words of a miner turned gladiator saying that the council has caused great pain to Cybertron's citizens. The two began to correspond and Orion learned the name of this gladiator, which took his name from one of the original primes, Megatronus.
Soon enough the council took notice of the rising movement the two young cybertronians had created and call a meeting with them. But things didn't turn out the way Orion had expected. Megatronus, whom shortened his name to Megatron now, told the council's wrongs and how they were to fix them was to put him in power as the next prime with violence. Orion didn't believe this was the way to go and spoke out against
Megatron. The Sparks of the council were moved and felt that before them was a true prime. Megatron stormed from the council chamber his optics a smoldering red and separated his ties to the archivist.
The saddened Orion trudged to his home within the Hall of Records. Alpha Trion noticed how he acted and asked what had happened. Orion's dam broke and he buried his faceplate into the chestplating of the one he saw as his sire. Alpha Trion knew right then what had happen and console the aching spark of his reborn littlest brother.
This was but the prelude of what was to come. Attacks broke out across Cybertron by a group, led by Megatron, called Decepticons. The disharmony across the surface effected even Primus's spark many miles below inside the core. Megatron did not stop with the attacks and led a team down to the ailing god's spark. The leader of the Decepticons poisoned the God of Creation with a shard of dark energon that was discovered. The team retreated away knowing they had just done what other would say impossible.
Meanwhile at the Hall of Records, Orion busied himself with work of every measure. Alpha Trion looked upon this act with worry but it was shortly lived. Pain erupted in the ancient spark, causing the old prime to clutch at the armor above his spark and kneel to the ground. The pain was different than the one that was felt when siblings died. It was the pain of disparity and torture of a creator.
Orion took notice of Alpha Trion's state and ask if he needed a medic. "No, Orion, it is not me who is truly ailing. Primus is hurt and ill from the events happening on our world." Alpha Trion tried to brush off Orion's worry for him.
"But, sir, how do you know that? And if that's true what'll we do?" Orion questioned.
"The ill effects must be reversed." Alpha Trion stated trying to rise and ended up relying on Orion for balance.
"No, you are not strong enough to do this. I'll go and reverse this." The young archivist affirmed and help Alpha Trion to a chair to rest.
"Move swiftly then." Alpha Trion nodded and watched as the red and blue form disappear behind the large doors that led outside.
Orion raced past many cybertronians on foot before finding a clear spot to transform and drive quickly to the Sea of Rust. Upon enter the deselect area on Cybertron's surface, something felt like it was guiding him along to the Well of Allsparks. He sped up faster than what he would do even in an abandon area like the Sea of Rust. Orion slowed upon reaching the Well but something await him.
Megatron ordered a team to defend the Well from any who tried to reverse his hold. Orion transformed just as the six guards pulled their weapons out. He raised his servos in the air to show he was unarmed. "Please, let me through. The core is damaged. I've been sent to fix it."
"You don't looked like a mechanic." One grunted.
"Well no, but I've done my research on how to reverse the effects."
"Hey boys, he looks kinda like that Pax kid that Lord Megatron ordered us to detain." Another commented with a smirk.
Orion backed up slowly from the six mechs. This caused the mechs to charge their weapons. The young archivist froze in place and shook as one came closer with a pair of stasis cuffs. That is until each of their helms were blasted off.
Orion stood there, mouth agape as a team from the Elite Guard showed up headed by their commander Ultra Magnus. Ratchet, who was traveling behind to stay out of range of fighting, raced up to his old friend and began to look for injuries.
"Ratchet, I'm fine," Orion insisted.
Ratchet grunted but stopped his fussing and the Elite team introduced themselves. Ironhide was a tall black mech with silver detailing and huge cannons mounted to his forearms. Moonracer, the femme sharp shot that blasted the cons, was a sea foam green with light white. Then a mech named Jazz with a blue visor and had a white paint job.
Ultra Magnus looked at him carefully before speaking. "Youngling what are you doing out here?"
Ratchet looked ready to protest that statement but Orion answered first. "Alpha Trion said that something was wrong with the core. I recently read up about the core and he sent me to see if I could reverse the effects."
"Alpha Trion had no authority to send you here. The council has deployed my team to reverse the damage done by Megatron." Ultra Magnus stated.
"But sir, none of us truly know how the core works, if Orion Pax knows he could help us." Ratchet explained.
Ultra Magnus sighed before nodding. "But he stays by you, Doctor."
Ratchet nodded as well and the warriors of the team descended first. Orion began to follow along with Ratchet by his side as they traveled deeper and deeper into their world. Thing was that he was walking closer to the edge of the path way more than the others and it gave way. Orion yelped in shock as he fell further and further away with the other yelling at him to grab a ledge. He couldn't though because every time he tried it would break.
He fell until he a glowing light ahead. Orion knew it was Primus and all he could think was he was going to die on impact. His luck seemed to return then because he was suddenly caught by something and carried to the ground with great care. Orion looked up at what had saved him and gasp. A tall white mech with a blue chest orb and optics had large metallic wings that draped down to nearly hit the floor. (They're like angel wings)
"Are you alright my child?" He ask in a benevolent voice that seemed to ring through the whole chamber.
"I-I," Orion stuttered before nodding his helm.
"That is good," the mech sighed and summoned a staff with a blue tip to lean heavily on.
" A-are you alright?" Orion moved to help the mech. The smiled lightly but started to cough, some energon came out and into his servo.
"No but I can live through it, maybe," he whispered the last word that Orion barely heard it.
"What's wrong? Maybe I can help." Orion offered.
The mech didn't respond right away but his line of sight shifted from Orion to a control panel station right before the core. "The core is infected with dark energon. It is weakening me. Purge it and I can recover."
Orion shook his head in confirmation and moved towards the panel. He read the glowing screen before resting his servos on the surface. His digits instantly flew across it typing in commands, shutting down systems and firing them back on. Soon the glowing purple tint on the fuel lines attached to the core disappeared, returning to their natural blue hue.
"Well done, Orion Pax." Orion jumped before whirling around towards the mech who stood slightly taller and glowed lightly.
"H-how do you know my name?" Orion asked.
"I know the names of all my children, whom walk upon the world I constitute." The mech smiled.
The realization hit Orion like a train wreck. "L-lord Primus," he gasped.
"I may be a god but do not refer to me as 'Lord' my son. That is a title for those whom think they are above others." Primus joked lightly.
" Why did you refer to me as your son? The Primes were your true creations." Orion pointed out.
"True those words are and are the reason I call you my son." Primus explained resting a servo on Orion's shoulder. "You are a true prime."
Orion looked as him in shock with his optics wide. A true prime him, a simple archivist? It made no sense. How could he be a prime?
"You are shocked, I know, but right now we do not have much time. My very energy will cease within the future because of the events of recently. The first clue all cybertronians will have to leave Cybertron is when the energon wells recede." Primus went on.
"Leave our home? How can what happened lead to a world wide evacuation?" Orion shook his head in disbelief.
"I could recover and these events not happen, but with what is unfolding will lead to a war that'll consume much energon. Though some can create energon deposits on other worlds with energon stock piles." Primus answered.
"War," Orion muttered. "It's all my fault. I spoke against Megatron and he began this."
"No, my child, it is not your fault for trying to keep the peace, for that is what your spark calls for. A reborn spark acts like it did long ago. You tried to keep you're brothers together but knew where your duty lied. You knew it was your duty to try and keep balance with the future, our present." Primus tried to expel those thoughts.
"Reborn spark?" Orion whispered.
"Yes my child."
"Of whom?" Orion asked desperately.
"The thirteenth prime. Orion Pax our meeting must close soon," Primus informed.
"Wait, is there a way I can stand against Megatron and if I'm truly a prime a way to lead Cybertron's people to peace?" Orion pleaded.
Primus smiled warmly. "Of course, should you choose to except it."
" What is it then?"
"The matrix of Leadership." Primus summoned the legendary device and it hummed and glowed with pure energy.
"I-I don't know if I can accept this responsibility." Orion looked away, ashamed.
"That is your choice to decide." Primus told him.
"I accept it but how will I defend it from those who wish to abuse it?"
"That you'll find out yourself." Primus eluded as the Matrix floated before Orion's chest.
It shot a beam out, overriding Orion's chest plating locks, and covered over his bare spark. The matrix and Orion glowed together and Orion's body shifted into a taller one more built for battle.
"Arise Optimus Prime, the last of the Primes. Fulfill your destiny." Primus's voice boomed out.