Orion's point of view
"where am I?"
My optics looked around only to see nothing but a barren wasteland full of deceased or fallen Cybertronian warriors
"W-what...?"
I turned around, hoping to see something else than this horrifying view before me, alas my hopes faded away when more corpses laid on the ground while energon seeped out of their wounds
"Please tell me that this is just a dream..."
I shook my helm as I started walking, focusing on only getting a way out of this wasteland instead of staying there gawking at the bodies strewn about
"Where is everybody...?"
I looked from my left to my right, trying to see if I could detect any living bot
"Ratchet? Alpha Trion? Nova...?"
I stopped, my servos trembling as fear started consuming me
"Ratchet! Teacher! Nova?!"
Coolant started to make their way through my optics as I started running, a never ending path with corpses laying about the land as I desperately looked and shouted the only ones that I call friends and family
"Please! Someone! ANYONE!"
Nothing...
As I came to a halt, the wind started to pick up carrying dust with it, blocking my view and making the bodies disappear from my line of sight
"Primus... What... What is happening..?!"
I narrowed my optics in hopes on making my sight better but it was only in vain
"is this the end...?"
I was about to give up when...
"Optimus..."
A voice rand from behind, making me turn around quickly as relief crawled on my back... Relieved that someone else is here with me, alive and unharmed...
"Optimus..."
I blinked and tilted my helm to the side in confusion as I looked at the femme before me: her black armor was dulled while some green and white highlights were fading, her green-optics kept switching on and off while her whole frame shook
"why does it look like as if I know her...?"
"excuse me but... Who is this Optimus that you are talking about...?"
The femme stayed quiet, making me nervous and scared all of a sudden when the sadness in her eyes turned to pure anger and betrayal
"You promised, Optimus... You promised me"
I shook my helm as I started backing up while she took one step forward, her left servo changing into a blaster and pointed it at my chassis where my spark chamber is
"You promised that you'll protect her! That you'll LOVE her!"
"Who is 'her'?! And what do you mean I promised?!"
Panic was evident in my voice as I continued on backing away from her weapon
"What do you mean by that?! You promised me! You promised to protect the only relative that I have! The only one that I continue on fighting for!"
My optics widened
"i-is this... Is this h-her? B-but how... A-and when...?"
"I do not know whom and what you are talking about!"
YOU ARE READING
I'll win this war... Even if it kills me
Fiksi Penggemar"We were once close friends..." He stopped as he looked at them with optics that were dim but also held sadness in them "But then the war tore us apart..." The story may seem a bit different so I apologise in the future I hope you all enjoy!
