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“Alright Sari, maybe you should come back to base?”
A large red and blue mech smiled down at a young, red head, little girl, no older than 8.
”Aw! Come on Optimus! It’s not even that late yet! Besides, my father is sending someone to pick me up!” The girl whined, crossing her arms, standing on the side of a road.
Her and the mech was stood in the middle of the city, a bit of a distance away from the secret Autobot base, but far away from Sumdac Tower.
“Sari… you have been saying that for around 4 mega cycles- I mean- hours now… it’s dark now.”
”But…” The young girl began to protest, only to pause when Optimus smiled down at her,
”You can think of this, as another sleepover of yours. I’m happy to share my hab suite with you.”
The girl looked down, twiddling her fingers and looking around, trying to hold onto any hope that her father did send someone to pick her up. She let out a sigh when still no car came. She smiled up at Optimus and spoke with a cheerful voice,
”Alright OP, a sleep over it is!”
The mech transformed into his fire truck form and she climbed inside, the two driving off back to base.
No one came to that pick up spot, not even hours later.
Sari laid down exhausted on Optimus’s bed, or berth as the Autobots called it, curled up with a blanket over her. Optimus chuckled and set down a data pad he was holding and walked to his berth.
”I see you had fun with Bumblebee and Bulkhead.”
”I’m not tired!-“ Sari was cut off by her own yawn, giving her sleepiness away.
”Well, unfortunately for you then, missy, it’s time for bed.”
”No! Please Optimus! Not yet!”
Sari whined, getting on her knees and pleaded, like a child pleading for more time to play to their mother. Optimus let out a hum, trying to find a reasonable middle ground before an idea came into his head,
”How about one of those ‘bed time stories’?”
”I’m not a baby!” Sari pouted, glaring up at her Cybertronian caretaker,
”Oh, so you don’t want to hear a Cybertronian story?”
”…I’m listening…”
Once upon a time, Cybertron was taken over with corruption and greed. Creators of evil and destruction called, “Quintessons” has its grasps on Cybertron, forcing our kind to give up our energon, even harvesting it from the planet itself. This caused the people of Cybertron to turn on each other, even going as far as to enslave one of their own kinds to do the work for them, that unfortunate kind was called War Frames. Their big, bulky and strong frames, built for defence, combat and war, was perfect in mining energon for the council. The council had made sure to hide this from the public.
But one day, the council did something even more cruel, for no reason. They began to pick out war frames from the mines, the best of the best, and sent them to the Pit of Kaon, forcing them to become gladiators and fight each other, or other beasts on Cybertron, to the death.
”Wow! They really did that?” Sari gasped
Optimus frowned and nodded his head, “Unfortunately, but the former council had been demolished long ago thankfully.”
The young High Archivist, “Orion Pax”, couldn’t bare to see what his planet became and thus, used his knowledge to fight against the system.
He started with freeing the War Frames, using his position and family ties to Alpha Trion, he continued to speak with the council, preaching against their ways, questioning on what Primus would think of them. But they turned him away, refusing to listen to him, calling him naive and foolish, saying that he should he grateful that he was a civilian frame and simply enjoy his life free of labour.
This made Orion fill with pure and utter rage, if the council wasn’t willing to listen to him, he would make them listen.
Soon, the streets and media was filled with messages of rebellion, showing the council’s true ways, showing how those high in power have treated warframes, how they laugh when one dies in battle in the pits, how there was zero safety procedures in the mines incase of accidents.
With the newfound distraction keeping the nobility and councils’ mind away from the mines and the Pit, Orion made his way to Kaon and began to free the warframes enslaved there, giving them ships to group into and fly off planet to escape.
One of those warframes was a close friend of Orion, some mech, once a miner, turned into the best gladiator Kaon’s Pit has ever seen, who has given Orion inside information of how Kaon’s security works, guard rotations and inside recordings to spread to the public.
During the last drop off, the last group of warframes on Cybertron, which his friend was apart of, Orion promised his friend that they would meet again someday, but he has something to do first.
He saw the ship off before leaving back to the Archive.
“Now, no one is sure of what happened in there, or what happened directly after so I will tell you the version I was taught as a Sparklings.” Optimus explained, looking a bit saddened that the full story of such an important part of history was still unknown, even after millions of years.
Orion Pax left the Archive, weaponary decorated his frame, his chest plates had a faint glow behind them, many saying it is merely a way to say of how brightly his spark had shined, filled with determination and a need for justice. Alpha Trion saw him off, waving him goodbye with a sadden expression.
A few years later with no response, every screen in Cybertron suddenly all changed to one channel, making everyone stop. It was a recording from Orion, on his ship, the planet, Quintessa, was in the background. He spoke with a tired but strong voice, “Today, you all will witness our liberation and victory over the Quintessons. I, Orion Pax, have fought these demons on behalf of our kind as our council had refused to do so. The core of their planet is filled with explosives, which shall not only destroy the planet, but the life force of their goddess, ridding us of these parasites.”
Infront of everyone’s eyes, the home planet of the Quintessons was once there, only to suddenly be gone, leaving behind a dead core and a ruin of rocks where the planet had once been.
With their goddess killed, every Quintesson across the universe was slowly killed, painfully and alone, a fitting end for all the pain and grief they put trillions of beings, all across the universe, through.
Everyone cheered when the signal of Orion’s ship had landed back on Cybertron. Alpha Trion, now Alpha Magnus, the Grandsire of Orion Pax, had became the new leader of Cybertron in Orion’s absence, giving himself a new title called “Magnus”. He had declared he will go alone to welcome his grandcarrier back home.
Unfortunally, the two never was seen again. Orion’s ship was left where it was landed, all of his belongings was there as well as a farewell message.
To today, it is still a mystery of what happened to the Hero and the First Magnus.
“…Woah…” Sari had her mouth gaped during most of the story.
”And… And that’s real?”
”There is recordings still being found today belonging to Alpha Trion and Orion Pax, it is highly likely this is indeed a true story. A few older mechs still have memories of the footage of Quintessa’s execution, but none could remember having met Orion before. Which is…,” Optimus paused, think of how to say it, “…strange… Orion had been in a high position but had allow him to meet countless of mechs and femmes that visit the archive daily, but none could fully remember who he was outside of this story.”
Sari simply stared at him, still trying to take in the story as Optimus began to settle next to her to fall into recharge.
”Anyways, it’s super late. Good night sparkling.” Optimus yawned before getting comfortable, quickly falling into recharge, as he hadn’t rested in a few solar cycles now.
”Night…”
“Wait… isn’t a sparkling what you guys call a baby..? Optimus! Don’t fall asleep now!”
It was turning dawn over Detroit, once the city of Motor-mobiles that has risen up again to be known for their automatons.
It was calm early morning for the citizens of Detroit, even if the streets were somehow packed full of cars beeping angering at each other in traffic jams.
But as soon as the dawn rises, a bright small streak of light flies through the pinky-orange sky, filling the city and its surrounding for miles with loud hissing and crackling noises.
People stop to stare at it, only to soon grow into alarm and the object clearly flies towards the distance and hits the earth, a loud thud to be heard, the ground shaking.
Could any morning be normal in Detroit?
It is better than waking up to your resident robot aliens fighting their enemies at 7 in the morning.
”Good Morning Detroit! My name is Alysa Woods, your host this early morning, here to bring you this morning’s news!”
The “Repair” crew sat around in the living room to watch the morning’s news, Sari in their made up kitchen making herself cereal, still in her pajamas.
”As many of you may know, or heard, at around 5 am this morning, there was a report of what many believe was a meteorite landing near our city. It truly was a sight to see for spectators!”
A recording of the sight was played, taken from a viewers phone.
”But there is something strange of this. Looking from statistics, a meteor like this wouldn’t have made it through Earth’s atmosphere to have landed like it did. More records and satellite readings have shown that this object didn’t lose any of its mass or size coming through! Is this really a meteor or is it something of relation to our famous alien celebrates?! That is all we have for right now, more news after the break!”
Bumblebee turned off the tv, “Do humans always have to make everything so dramatic?” He tossed the remote down on the cement couch.
”Hm… but it is strange, if we are to trust human technology. Something that small wouldn’t have made it coming into the atmosphere…” Optimus hummed, placing his chin ontop of his finger, deep in thought.
”Don’t tell me you are planning in investigating it, Prime! I bet it’s a load of nothing, just iron and rock!” Ratchet grumbled, walking off to return to his med-bay.
”But… if what the humans say is correct, we will have to get there before the Decepticons.”
Sari walked over, holding a bowl of cereal, stuffing a spoonful into her mouth as she spoke,
“Whatcha talking about?”
Optimus looked down at her, trying to explain while still coming up with plans and scenarios for how the situation may turn out to be, “There was a meteor that landed nearby the city, I am planning for us to go out and investigate it. Even if it is a high chance of simply being a meteor, we cannot take any risks.”
”Wow! Can I come!? Please please please pleeeease?!” Sari set her bowl down on the concrete “couch”, before running up to Optimus, hugging his pede and pulling, her voice in a high pitched excited tone.
”Well… I suppose you can, the mission shouldn’t be too dangerous, unless the Decepticons appear. But, you must stay with me and when I tell Bumblebee to take you back here, you are to go without question. I am not risking you dying from our battles,”
Optimus explained clearly and strictly, one servo on his hip as he leaned down slightly, “Am I clear?”
”Yes OP…” Sari nodded, accepting the terms with surprising ease for a easily excited 8 year old with no social understanding.
”Good. Autobots, transform and roll out!!!”
A loud noticeable groan can be heard coming from the med-bay down the hall.