"Even a well lit place, can hide salvation
A map to a one man maze that never sees the sun
Where the lost are the heroesAnd the thieves are left to drown
But everyone knows by now
Fairy tales are not found."
(It Has Begun - Starset)☆
Planet Earth was a lot different than what Optimus Prime had expected.
When he had scoured the known universe for a safe little planet where he and his Autobots could hide out, he'd seen the hologram image of the quiet little backwater planet and thought it would be a perfect setting for their people to regroup, rebuild, and plan their next move against their Decepticon enemies.
Transformers as a race knew little about distant worlds, especially ones as 'primitive' as the Earth. That was partially why Optimus had chosen it, because he didn't think there would be any life there that would be endangered by their mechanical war.
So when, as he promised B-127, followed to Earth and crashed landed and emerged to find himself having accidentally obliterated a farm barn with his arrival. He was shocked as his robotic form slowly stood tall over the rubble, to see a shining city situated by a river in the distance, it's lights shining against the backdrop as the sun started to set behind it, casting a iridescent golden glow over its metallic structures. Optimus could hardly believe his optics. It was so beautiful, so modern and so much more advanced than anything he had expected.
He slightly felt guilty of underestimating what was now clear to him. A planet of intelligent beings. Though he also felt guilty in an opposing way. Because he and his scout's arrival meant that these intelligent beings would now be in danger.
He knew that his scout would be aware of this civilisation. From what he saw, whoever they were they spanned far and wide. He hoped that B-127 had found a way to protect them, and perhaps ally himself with them. After all, Optimus had sent him there to protect the planet. It would be in their best interest to unite, before the Decepticons, and the rest of his Autobots arrived.
So in the spirit of friendship, Optimus Prime searched around the farm, hoping to apologise for damaging the owner's land and learn where he was in regard to location. He searched what seemed to be a home or base building, peering in through its tiny windows and calling out, but no life appeared to be home. Though after hearing a strange sort of 'bleet', Optimus found some little fluffy four legged creatures in the field that seemed rather spooked by his presence. They weren't responsive no matter how much he tried conversing with them, and so he deduced they were not the intelligent species that constructed that great city.
Optimus knew he wouldn't get any help there. Moving on would be a wise choice. He had to find his scout.
Spying an interesting looking vehicle parked by the small house, the Autobot leader decided that perhaps the inhabitants of Earth would be less timid around him if he appeared as something they were familiar with.
And so scanning the modest but adequate semi truck, Optimus stamped out the fire started in the grass by his crash landing, before he 'transformed and rolled out', as he would announce if he was rolling out with company.
He would soon have fellow good Cybertronians company, he silently hoped. Primes weren't supposed to be sentimental and wish for personal things, but he hoped he wouldn't be alone for too long. Yet more incentive to locate the scout he sent ahead.
Though Optimus knew that finding him would be no easy task. His scanner didn't have a wide enough range, and without the scout's landing coordinates he didn't know how far away he could be.
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