There's no review this week, so I decided to let you all read a little something that's been kicking around inside of my head for a while. I'm officially taking two steps further down the nerd ladder and making my first public entry into the world of Fan Fiction.
It's no secret that I think the Michael Bay films are garbage, but they have got me thinking. This is my attempt to add a little texture to the character of Movie Prime. It's a slightly different take on what's been motivating his actions during the films. This piece takes place right at the end of Revenge of the Fallen as our heroes are riding home on the aircraft carrier. I hope you enjoy it.
Don't worry, this won't become a regular thing.
Primary Issues
Optimus Prime. Inside the Aircraft Carrier
USS John C. Stennis "You're so weak."
He didn't say it in the heat of the moment. He said as plainly as he says anything. Megatron is many things. He brutalizes his own soldiers. He kills without thought or concern. But he rarely lies if it isn't in his immediate interest. He doesn't need to. I was impaled on his sword. I was helpless. A hundred servos and nerve clusters were cut. Control to my legs was gone. He had won. The last words that I heard were his. They were the truth. I am so weak.
I told the boy to kill me with the Allspark. He didn't. Watching him kill Megatron with the power that could have saved our world, I might have wept, had I been human like him. I thought our war was over, but I felt no joy. When the light of the Allspark died, a part of me went cold. As a Prime I was connected to the Allspark, and I will never get that back. I've doomed our world. I've destroyed the Allspark. I destroyed the Matrix of Leadership along with the only machine that could have returned power to Cybertron. The leader of the Autobots has performed a grand service indeed. I have committed murder, and genocide and sent fleshlings into battle against armed Decepticon warriors so that I could step in at the last minute and look like a hero. Primes did not always press their guns against the foreheads of crippled enemies. But that's what being a Prime means now. Executing prisoners and Destroying Cybertron. I am so weak.
I'm still not sure how long I was dead. I haven't yet re synced my internal chronometer. All I knew was blackness. It now seems as if it was only a moment, but I think it was much longer. I think I was falling into the darkness that was left inside of me. The empty place that used to be filled with purpose and courage, and light. Maybe if I had been left, I would have fallen forever. I thank the Allsp... I am thankful that I did not see the Ancient Primes as the boy insists he did. I could not have faced them.
They humans call this vessel a carrier. On Cybertron a ship of that class would be the size of one of their cities. This one is primitive and cramped and small. But it is quiet. It has no mind of it's own. It cannot ask me questions. It cannot ask me what the Autobots are supposed to do now. For that alone, I am thankful. When I awoke from death. When I was pulled away before I could know my punishment. I felt rage. I felt strong and fierce. I destroyed the sun eater and the Matrix and tore the Fallen apart with my bare hands. But that strength was fleeting. Now I only wish to remain inside of this ship. I am so tired.
"One shall stand. One shall fall."
When the Oracle told me those words, I thought they would be my epitaph. Words to be inscribed beneath a statue, or just forgotten. I destroyed Cybertron. I destroyed the Allspark. I've killed so many that I can no longer remember their faces. This is what it means to be an Prime now. I must call more Autobots to Earth. I must call more of them here so that they can call me brave. So that they can call me Leader.
I am so weak.
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