The lack of control we mortals have unerves us greatly especially when it is your duty to protect those around you from the very things you cannot control.
Optimus was yet again up on the base's roof sulking more than thinking as he intended to do.
Arcee had noticed the Prime went up to the roof more often then usual, it worried her honestly to see her leader so upset.
She knew Optimus cared deeply for Megatron and this incident was probably affecting him greatly.
Arcee took the elevator up towards the roof, before she walked towards the sulking Prime, she payed her condolences to Cliffjumper's grave out of respect.
It was dark and sort of cloudy outside tonight, you could barely see the stars above.
"Optimus..."
"Yes Arcee?"
Arcee shifted a bit standing next to Optimus, trying to gather the right words. "Don't blame yourself ok? None of this was your fault."
Optimus turned his helm towards Arcee. "Arcee it's my duty to protect my people, my teammates. I wasn't cautious enough. This could have been avoided."
"You can never be cautious enough in life. Unexpected things happen, trust me I know all too well." Arcee looked out at the dark cloudy sky with a sad expression.
"You don't understand." Optimus looked down at his servos.
Arcee clenched her servos into a fist. "You think I don't understand how it feels to lose a loved one!? You think I don't know how it feels when you fail to protect the ones you truly care about!?"
"Why do you even care? You hated him because he was a Decepticon. You wanted him and even his sparkling offlined!" Optimus tone was no longer his usual calm it was now bitter.
Arcee gritted her denta hard. "It's true, I wanted him and his pit spawn dead but that doesn't mean I don't understand how you probably feel right now."
A low rumble of thunder went off in the distance.
"You feel useless, weak, and powerless to that one person you treasure more than your own spark." Arcee was fighting back tears as she kept her head down.
"To know you let that one person slip away from you." Arcee paused before she continued. "But it wasn't really you or I that let our loved ones down."
Arcee's field was pulsing with anguish beyond words.
"We both tried to the best of our ability to protect them and unlike me, you still have a chance at saving him Optimus. You may be a Prime but your still mortal just like the rest of us."
It started to drizzle, light rain drops pelted repeatedly on there armor mixing with Arcee's evident tears streaming down her faceplates.
Even as the tears fell, Arcee kept her composure as best as she could.
"Optimus please...we need you to be our leader. Our light in our darkest hour. His light. You have to be strong for him even if he's not here with you." Arcee looked over at Cliffjumper's grave remembering his smiling face.
Optimus put his servo on the two-wheelers shoulder, a comforting gesture.
"I apologize for being inconsiderate." The rain started to pick up it's pace.
"Don't be." Arcee kept her optics glued on Cliffjumper's grave fearing that if she looked away it would dissappear.
A crackle of lightning looked as if it striked the very earth.
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Transformers Prime: The Calm before the Storm
أدب الهواةMegatron the Terror of Kaon, was no weakling he had been through many difficult challenges that most mechs probably wouldn't survive. He's died and come back from the dead. But will Megatron finally meet his match when he must face the truth, that...
