Comforting a Mun's thoughts on S3

[thelastprime]

 Mundane.

Please, do not grieve for me, not until you've seen the season.  Life takes many twists and turns, and a trailer often has many false leads. You should know this from season 2. But if that is the case, I do not mind my sacrifice.  Perhaps it is time for a change...and while I may not be there, I hope you will treat the new Prime with as much loyalty and admiration as you have shown me.

This war is dark, but know there will be light at the end of the tunnel.  I have a feeling the show will reach a satisfying conclusion.


But until then, know that I will always be here as your muse.

Your friend.



Your Prime.

Comments

i don't know why he does this, i'm sorry

[throughtyranny]

I see that not even near-death can change your nature, Optimus. You're as self-righteous and sacrificing as ever.

it wouldn't be Megatron if he didn't!

[thelastprime]

Perhaps.

The fate of our kind is worth more than any one of us.


Including myself. And you.

what an obnoxious guy, seriously

[throughtyranny]

[A dark laugh.]

Fitting words, coming from the one who doomed our planet.

[thelastprime]

...

Cybertron is merely a home. I may have doomed our planet, but our survival is one I wish to preserve, not destroy.

Perhaps you are confused on your role in that.

[throughtyranny]

Oh, how foolish of you, Optimus. Your attempt at "survival" has merely sealed your own demise in the eyes of Cybertronians everywhere -- as well as the demise of this pathetic world.

In the end, everything you have done was in vain.

[thelastprime]

My demise may be imminent, but that does not mean our race will not prevail.

You fail to understand that life goes on, with...

or without you.

[He may have put more oomph on the 'you' there.]

[robotfightclub]

[Optimus, stop, it's bad enough she's pretty sure they're going to lose you. You're the last one who should make it sound like it's a possibility.]

[thelastprime]

[Sorry Arcee, he's going to give a slight smile for you.]

Arcee. You are aware of your objective.

[robotfightclub]

[It's a good thing she's not the type to break down, although that smile doesn't help. How can you smile at a time like this? Regardless, have a serious expression in return along with a little nod.]

I won't let you down.

[thelastprime]

[That nod is all he needs for him to get down to her eye level. Those eyes stare into hers, and...they don't seem even the slightest bit doubtful.]

You never have.

[robotfightclub]

[Optimus stahp]

Not gonna lie, it won't be easy without you. Then again, it was never easy to begin with.

[So really, it's just going to get harder. There are dragons now, Optimus. Dragons.]

[thelastprime]

[He can't stop man.]

I would not leave you to fight alone.


Perhaps...I am not the last of the Primes.

[robotfightclub]

Look, Optimus, no offense, but I'm not sure how excited I am over a new Prime.

[Especially if the trailer is anything to go by. You're her Prime, Optimus.]

[thelastprime]

The Autobot goal is to put an end to this war. It is a goal that is not linked to...one Prime.

[His head dips slightly. This is hard.]

Should the worst happen, I want you to treat the new Prime with respect. The respect you would have shown me.

[robotfightclub]

[Only if he's worth that respect.

...Or she could just do this for Optimus.]

I'll try. If only because of you, Optimus.

[thelastprime]

[Another nod, lifting his hand up to tilt her chin up. Proudly.]

You have a duty. You're a soldier, forever and always. But more importantly, you will always be a friend.


Family.

[neverputincharge]

[He's hoping you're right, Optimus. Cause it's certainly not looking like it will end well.]

[thelastprime]

Bulkhead.


I am positive you will keep Miko safe.

[neverputincharge]

I will, been keepin' her safe so far.

[thelastprime]

[A nod.]

This season will be tough. But...we Autobots are known for turning tables at the last second.

[neverputincharge]

Tough enough without losin' you on top of it.

I...aint lookin' forward ta followin' a new Prime. [He looks away. He joined Optimus' team for a reason, switching to a new leader was going to be difficult.]

[thelastprime]

Sacrifices will have to be made for change to occur, Bulkhead.

Perhaps I was the reason that the war could not come to an end.

[He places a hand on the Wrecker's shoulder, eyes slightly saddening. He doesn't want you to be upset...]

[uknowuwantmebaby]

Oh wow, Optimus Prime! So how's the toy-selling business?

[thelastprime]

...


[Wat.]

I beg your pardon.

[uknowuwantmebaby]

I mean--

[Coughs.]

I mean how's the fight against the communi--I mean deceptiwhatsits.

[thelastprime]

Decepticons.

[No sense of humor, this one.]

...Have we met.

[uknowuwantmebaby]

Uh....


Lessee how can I phrase this in a way that won't shatter his preconceptions of reality...

Let's just say I've watched you guys once or twice and thought you were ok, cept for all those fruity speeches. What is this, Shakespeare?

[Crow this is not G1.]

[thelastprime]

...I see.

My apologies. I am not familiar with this Shakespeare.

[uknowuwantmebaby]

[Let's see, should he enrich the robot in the nuances of human culture or completely warp his perception of an English playright?

...warp it is.]

See, Shakespeare was one of our most famous playrights. It began when he released his musical West Side Story to the public in 1965, a tragic tale of love between rival latino gangs the Romulans and the Klingons. It's famous for such songs as I feel pretty, oh so pretty~ and much more!

Then Shakespeare took a daring approach when he released his horror masterpiece the Evil Dead, a story of young backpackers possessed by the Republican party. Only by taming his pet shrew does Bruce Campbell defeat Reagan's army of the undead.

[thelastprime]

...

[Just...this face. No really, you've left him speechless.]

[uknowuwantmebaby]

[That's Crow, baby.]

Isn't human culture great? Next time I'll take you to see Roadhouse, a true American classic.

[shutupndrive]

....Id rather we didn't lose you though, OP.

[thelastprime]

Smokescreen.

...I am afraid things must change if we are to win this war. If that is...my existence, perhaps it is for the better...

But let us not cast judgement so quickly.

[shutupndrive]

I know... I know it's just...not fair. None of this is.

[Hes barely been involved in the war and he's already exhausted. He can't imagine his you feel, Dadbot.]

Right..yeah..things could still turn out okay...

[thelastprime]

I am sorry...

[And he is. Smokescreen, Arcee, Bulkhead...Bumblebee...none of them deserved this war.]

I promise, they will.

No matter what happens.

[A hand places itself on Smokescreen's shoulder, warmly.]

[shutupndrive]

You don't have to apologize, sir. It's not your fault. You've done the best you can and that's all any of us can ask for.

[And he idolizes you for it. Really, he does.

His doorwings give a twitch when that hand rests on his shoulder and there's a moment of pause before he gives into temptation and moves forward, arms wrapping around Optimus' waist to hug him tightly.]

1/2

[thelastprime]

[What is this magical thing called a hug.]

[thelastprime]

[Smokescreen was one of those bots who had loyalty Commanders could only dream of for their men. Reckless at times, yes, but perhaps there was more to him. More than he could even see.

Slowly, those arms rest on his back, pressing him close in a 'hug' of his own.]

Til all are one.

[shutupndrive]

[Smokescreen couldn't help but shudder, pressing closer and just...just soaking up the feel of the other; focusing on the feel of his spark and the fact that he was here and okay.

His optics dimmed as he pressed his forehead against the other's chest, a shudder running through him that caused his doorwings to quiver slightly.]

...Till all are one...

[deceptionshark]

I rather think your mun is right to grieve for you, Optimus.

But it is nice to see that you never change. Where would we all be if the noble Optimus Prime stopped being who he is?

[thelastprime]

I am unsure if I should feel flattered you describe me as noble.

[What is sarcasm.]

I am merely speaking the truth. When it comes down to the survival of our race, it is more than just a battle for our home. It is a battle for everyone who has been swept into our affair.

And no one life is worth more than the entire war.