On Predacons Rising (spoilers)

[thelastprime]

 Mundane, I appreciate your compassion towards my fate. But please...do not grieve.

This is merely one step into a new life.



And a new home for all of those who have so loyally stood by my side in such difficult times. I ask you not consider me lost, but merely...transformed.

That is the nature of our species, and it has not changed now.  



But know this, I will forever remain with you as your muse, as long as you will have me.


Til All are One.

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[robotfightclub]

[Nope, not going to get emotional. You can't make her. Even if mun is a mess right now.]

Feels like we do this every time something big happens.

[thelastprime]

Mmm.

It would appear so. Perhaps we shall skip the formalities, then.

[There's a soft, fatherly smile forming on his lips. No, he doesn't regret anything right now.]

[robotfightclub]

[Really? Not even a little? Couldn't have waited even a little and spend some time with them? Arcee can't bring herself to smile anymore, it just feels like to happened too fast.]

It's not going to be the same without you.

[thelastprime]

Arcee.

[He kneels down, placing one hand on his knee and the other under her chin. Well...this is usually how their talks go, but he can't help it. Those blue eyes stare into hers, as calm and collected as ever.]

I am not gone. I am...everywhere. In every new spark that is born, in every line of Energon that flows through the planet.

[His hand moves to his own spark, and then presses against where hers would be.]

And here.

[robotfightclub]

[Her eyes glance down as she looks at his hand, slowly placing both of hers around it to hold it tight. It's a nice thought, and she knows Optimus did the right thing, but sparks can't talk back to you. The planet's not going to talk back to her. There's only so much happy thoughts can do.]

If anyone deserves a break, Optimus, it's you. Tell Primus I said hi.

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

You did well. I heard.

[thelastprime]

That is...an accurate assumption.

[Despite everything, he couldn't ask for anything more.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

So. You are satisfied with how things went?

[is it weird to have a proud dad moment right now?]

[thelastprime]

Cybertron is restored, and Megatron will no longer be a threat.

I could not ask for anything more.

[Is that dad-approval in your eyes?]

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

Good.

If you are content... then it must have been the right thing.

[Yes. Yes it is.]

[neverputincharge]

[He's not going to get emotional either, he shouldn't. It was a good thing. ...but who is he kidding. They lost Optimus.]

It won't be the same withoutcha, Optimus.

[thelastprime]

Bulkhead, please do not grieve over me. I am not lost. but merely in every fiber of this planet. I share it with you, and entrust it to you to create the new life I have given it.

I never left. Because I will always be with you.

[neverputincharge]

[He knows, he knows he'll always be there. But it felt almost unfair, that after everything they'd been through for so long. That they only got a few minutes to say goodbye to him.

And yet it was fitting. He manages a slightly sad smile.]

We'kk take good care of it Optimus, and....I'll do my best with the building. [He only wishes he had a little more competent workers to work with.] Refugees, and the new life are gonna need places to stay.

[thelastprime]

[The most treasured goodbyes are the ones where you don't have enough time. What time you do have you'll never let go of. Optimus had learned that early on. Not that he would deny his team the chance to say goodbye properly, but...sacrifices had to be made when it's for their future.

Even if he wasn't in it physically.]

I entrust the rebuilding of Cybertron to you, Bulkhead. May the planet once be illuminated in all its glory.

Until then, I will watch over you.

WOW, I CAN SPELL, I SWEAR TO GOD

[neverputincharge]

[He'll definitely treasure it, for as long as he still functions. The image of what happened afterward isn't leaving his memory anytime soon either.

Whoa whoa whoa, no pressure or anything Optimus.]

You can count on me, Optimus. Just be sure to send me some capable help, huh? [He's good naturedly teasing a little.]

[deadlydoctor]

It was an interesting day for all of us. ['Us', how odd to talk as part of a team. Knock Out's not all that used to it. How do you Autobot?]

I don't know if you could felt it or something but what happened, at the end, with the new life...that was beautiful.

[thelastprime]

[Oh Knock Out...he just glances down with those calm blue eyes.]

Mmm. I most certainly did. I am...glad it was a success.

[It's a bit gingerly, but his hand goes to the medics shoulder, splaying his fingers across that red armor.]

I also saw a Cybertronian rise against his faction, and do what is best for his planet.


Thank you.

[deadlydoctor]

[That's nice and really unexpected because, honestly, Knock Out hardly knows how to react when people is being genuinely nice to him.]

Me too. [Ey, he's being sincere even.] I missed home.

[You make it sound more heroic than it really was, Optimus, but Knock Out's not going to complain. He gives the bigger bot a smile.]

We are made for transformation and change, are we not? You said it yourself.

[thelastprime]

[Hey, it's what Optimus does. Credit where credit is due, after all!]

So I did.

Please, watch over my comrades. You are one of them now.

[morethanascout]

You'll never be forgotten, Optimus.

[He's trying his best to be happy. But it's not easy.]

[thelastprime]

Bumblebee.

[Loyalty like his was hard to find, and even now, it's something that touches his spark. Those blue eyes flicker a little brighter as he places a hand on his shoulder.]

I know.

[And really, that's all that needs to be said. Bumblebee proved a lot to him in that finale. One being ow he could take a leadership position. You didn't need to be a Prime to see...or show that.]

I only ask that you do not grieve.

[awardedhighesthonors]

I...

...

[Where could he possibly begin...?]

It has ... been quite the unbelievable journey, Optimus. And yet... the most difficult to believe now, after all this time, is that it has finally. Come to an end.

[thelastprime]

Ratchet...

[Where TO possibly begin. Ratchet had been there since...before the war. Since before a great many things in his life. He'd stuck by when he became Prime. Been patient when he'd thought that the leader of the Autobots had lost his way.

If anyone was a constant to the Autobot cause...it was Ratchet.]

We are an adaptive species. I have no doubts that this will be but one of the things that we will learn again. It is long overdue, old friend.

And to you, most of all.

[awardedhighesthonors]

[Adapt... Over the years and hardships, Ratchet had learned much. Oh, he'd adapted; he'd had no choice but to adapt. He'd even learned his was not the only species capable of it. But one of the hardest things he'd ever had to learn was what life was like without Optimus Prime, and that he could live through that as much as through anything else. Relief could not begin to describe the revelation that he didn't have to.

There were so many things he wanted to say. There were so many things he'd gotten a second chance to, and still hadn't said - he'd somehow been fool enough to think that he'd have all the time on either world to find them. For all the adaptations...

Just like that, his shaky resolve to stand strong and stoic broke.]


I had thought you lost to us once. Eventually...yes. Necessity dictated adaptation, if not acceptance.

But now, I had... I had hoped I would never...


[If he'd only been there; that was what he told himself then. If he'd been there, if he hadn't left, he could have taken action. There had to have been something he could have done.

...But he had been there for this.

And there wasn't...]

[thelastprime]

[It had been a long road, that was for certain. And with all the risks they'd taken, everything seemed to have been worth it.

Optimus had given his comrades the ultimate gift. For the ultimate price. His sacrifice would give Cybertron life for years to come. And it was a Prime's--no, a Cybertronian's duty to provide that.One being could be the difference between victory and defeat. He'd learned that now. And an alive Cybertron was the victory.

His eyes...his demeanor, his tone. It's all as composed as ever. Despite their adaptability, Optimus very rarely change. The one constant in the Autobot--Ratchet's life.

A hand goes to his shoulder, fingers splayed.]

Ratchet. I do not want you to consider me 'lost', nor grieve at the completion of my journey.

[Optimus was always short on words. But he always made the ones he said count.]

We will meet again. This I vow to you, as Cybertron's last Prime.