(TFP) Destination

War

        Optimus Prime, the greatest AutoBot known to the remaining AutoBots. Said to be one of the most trustworthy bots in all of Cybertron. But, even this role model has an enemy. That enemy has an enemy too. But, this enemy was Optimus Prime himself, Megatron was his enemy.

Megatronaus, also known as Megatron, the evil war lord of all Decepticons. Never to be trusted was once one of the most trusted. Megatronaus once was an amazing bot, Optimus, once known as Orion Pax was also his best friend. They we're brothers, once. Of course, everybody knows the story but, only the two knew the feelings it took away from the both of them. Optimus was spark broken that Megatron had become evil. But, now he could not let that show. No matter what.

"Optimus," the blue and red leader looked to Ratchet. The medic looked at him wearily, "are you okay?" The leader sighed at his old friend, "of course, Ratchet." The medic didn't like his answer but, he let it be.

The prime stood and walked to the ships console. The various buttons lit up with different lights. The Prime looked out the ships front windows, the stars were the most amazing thing. Sure, he had seen them from Cybertron but, not the amazing different Aurora Borealis that he saw. Cybertron...

Cybertron, the planet in which both Decepticon and AutoBot lived in peace; that was no more. Once Tyger Pax ended, the planet died. The allspark shot off into space. It was their last resort. Shoot it off into space and never know the location. Optimus was the only one to ever know. The location being written down or copied was too risky; it would be caught in the clutches of the Decepticons.

War. Who hated that? Everyone. The Decepticons hated it too but, of course they would never say. Decepticons got everything they wanted. They got their war. Of course only time would tell if they truly got what they've always wanted.

"CLIFFJUMPER! I NEEDED THAT!" Optimus watched as the red bot scurried out of the med bay. The bot high tailed it down the long corridor to the back of the ship. The prime couldn't help but let a long smile grow on his faceplates.

The prime noticed a yellow form out of the corner of his optic; It was Bumblebee. Optimus turned to face the young mech. He was met with the scout who was scrolling through a datapad. He was quiet. The bot had been quiet lately; Optimus knew the bot didn't like his voice. The Primes smile went grim. He hated the fact the bot was silent.

"Sorry, Optimus. Didn't mean to be in the way," the yellow bot tried smiling and walked away, slowly. The prime frowned, "you weren't in my way, Bumblebee." The scout turned to the Prime and nodded then, walked away.

"Hey, Optimus." The red and blue bot turned to see Tailgate, "yes?" The white bot smiled a bit, "if you want me to watch the scanners, I can take your shift." Optimus smiled at the mechs generosity, "if you do not mind, my friend." The bot saluted, making his way to the front of the ship.

Optimus went down the long corridor. He needed some shut down. He had been online for most of the night. Well, in space it always seemed like nighttime; Ratchet had a clock though.

Optimus made it to his berthroom for his down time. The Prime was plain out exhausted; whether it be from war or staying up. Optimus was just exhausted. He laid down on his berth in hopes of recharge. But, he didn't expect noise.

"Bulkhead! Go long," it was Cliffjumper. The prime sighed. "Arcee! Why do you always ruin the fun?" Optimus could hear Arcee lowly growling and telling them something. Then, it was quiet, until he heard a ruckus. "Tailgate! Get your pal under control," this time it was Ratchet. He wasn't having it, "and be quiet. Optimus is sleeping."

The blue and red AutoBot couldn't help but chuckle a bit. The medic knew the Prime would lower everyone down when the medic was recharging. Although, everyone kinda just knew. It was quiet or you get a wrench to the faceplates; everyone learned that quickly.

After a while, Optimus fell asleep. His dream...was nothing but horrible. Megatronaus was the one raging through the Primes slumber. No matter where the Prime went, pain followed. No one would ever know what deep sorrow he carried, the Prime only wanted his brother back.

Optimus awoke with a startle. He shot up in his berth. Then a knock on his door. The prime sighed as he rubbed his helm. Prime walked to his door and pressed the button on his side of the door. The door opened with a 'swish' sound, in front of the Prime stood a blue and pink femme.

"Optimus, I'm sorry to disturb but, you seemed to be having a bad dream," Arcee was looking at the Prime with a worried gaze. Optimus looked to the floor and back to the slim femme, "I thank you for awaking me from it. Do not worry Arcee, it's just of war." The shortest of the two rose and optic ridge, "I knew that. I'm sorry about Megatron. I know how close you two were. I was a scheduled cadet." Optimus smiled, "I thank you for the understanding." The femme walked away.

The prime laid back down on his berth but, didn't fall back asleep; he sat there in a wondrous haze. Why couldn't he have seen that Megatronaus was indeed jealous of such power he had contained? Why did he become so distant of the mech in which he called brother? Well, the only answer he managed to grab out was, no matter what happens you let this mech do more harm than what he has. Optimus knew he wouldn't be able to stop the now powerful warlord from doing all harm but, he could help end this war; it is his destiny, or is it his destiny? This was his home; Cybertron. All this pain and devastation; war. How it tortures him inside; Optimus. All the innocents that have suffered; his fellow AutoBots and family. For your stubbornness and pride; Megatron.