Autobots From the Skies

Chapter Eleven

No One's Pov~

Cynder had long gone walked back through the darker halls to go recharge.

Optimus had stayed in the main room thinking. Everyone was recharging by now. Bulkhead took Miko and Carter home. Even Ratchet fell into recharge earlier than normal. Optimus wasn't though, because he wanted to figure out what Megatron would trying doing. Could Cynder possibly be right? Would Megatron try taking them down one by one?

He shook his helm. Firefly, the twins? Where were they? Their status just poofed off the radar. Walking into the halls, and stopping at his berthroom. When he stepped in he smiled at what he saw. Cynder was curled up on his berth. She possibly walked into the wrong room. Either that or she was waiting for him and fell into recharge.

Stepping over to her he smile. It wasn't like him to show much emotion speaking that he was a prime and all. It was late during the night, and Optimus wasn't to sure on carrying her back to her room in fear of hurting her in some way. Whether it was hitting her head in a wall, or dropping her by mistake. He didn't want to take that risk.

Sitting on the edge of the bed he pushed her over some. This wasn't a good idea, but it was all he had. Eventually, he had laid down and tried to recharge. His mind taking ever so slightly as he closed his optics.

Time rolled on through the night. The moon began to lower as the sun showed light on the pink horizon. Stars fading out from the pitch darkness of night to show the white, fluffy clouds that blow through the air. Crickets, and other insects soon quieting some. Dew had settled on rocks, andthe little abundance of plants outside to be evaporated when the dawn's light brightens.

Optimus opened his optics. He watched the world change everyday. Standing outside the base, watching the dark fade to light, eventually light to dark. This was something relatable to the war going on. The light, or autobots, win, only to fall to dark, decepticons, at points. It restarts then. Rising above then falling below again. There hadn't seem to be a reason, or an end to this.

He closed his eyes once more lost in thought. Maybe he saw the beauty, but he saw potential even in the simplest things, such as sun rise and sun fall. The stars and the clouds gentle followers of the sun and the moon. Yet, how can he, Optimus Prime, end such brutal fights and danger to this planet. It always seemed to be to much for one bot. On the other hand it didnt at points.

He shifted his gaze over his shoulder. Cynder had finally awoken, and walked to the med bay like every morning. Ratchet had always checked up on her vocals for something that would hopefully help her. Her story is the dew that settles. It's emotion, pain, sorrow, and happiness in all. She falls slightly, holding emotion back as he done for so long back in tge old days, then she acts as nothing happened in her past.

That was the thing he admired. Her group was killed, well most, because of a traitor. She seeks no revenge, finding it hard to understand why she is here. He knew why though. They needed her. Cynder was here for him, and the autobots. To give the sun rise a longer effect of winning. Just like the long days of the summer and past.

This is what Optimus never knew.

Emotion is a key to winning or failing. One miss placed thought of emotion can cause your rise to glory, or your fall to the ground.

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"Pretending to be happy when you're in pain is just an example of how strong a person you really are." -Unknown