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After four million years of war, even more casualties and a wasteland of a planet ,
the Decepticons found themselves suddenly without any leader one morning.
Or rather, the Autobots found them like that ,
soldiers, confused for the first time in millions of years of war not to be ordered into another fight yet again.
Needless to say, while there were some bots perplexed by the vanishing of the high command, nobody really bothered looking into it.
4.000.000.
They had been fighting for four million years, but out of the sudden, as if the burdens of the war had been lying on the shoulders of only a mere few, the Cybertronian race got to catch a breath at least.
Noone really complained either when the Autobots
took over
took them in.
Ironically ,
among the vanished cases were not only the high command like Starscream or Soundwave, but also the psychopathics and/or the ones deeply obsessed with the Decepticon ideology like Strika or Lugnart .
The war was over.
All the pointless suffering has found its end.
Optimus Prime ,leader of the Autobots, did not know what happened to his nemesis.
Megatron.
But honestly, he did not care, because, finally .
Finally. After four million years of war,he could finally be at peace again. To know what it means to not witness any more pain.
But like he oh so often had learned during the war, he could, but should have not.
They did find them eventually, or rather ,what was still left of them.
It is funny.Really.
But the leader of the Autobots can’t help, but sometimes wonder ,if he had just given it enough importance, would they have found them sooner?
Would they have saved them?
Optimus looks at his former nemesis ,now trembling at the edge of the berth after yet another nightmare. For four million years they had been fighting,and for four whole vorns their captors had paid them everything back, every destroyed building, every death, everytime he has hurt someone, anyone, tenfolds.And the results are now here to be marveled at, only to be held by a few shreds of metal, most of the formidable armor having been ripped off.
Sometimes,you know, he could feel their glaring stares at the back of his helm.
Jetfire, who has taken in Starscream,or Jazz.
Jazz, who is first witness of Soundwave’s loss of cassettes.
And of other things.
And other times ,he catches his own reflection glowering at him, thinking it was selfish , stupid , evil of him not having done anything more.
For Megatronus.
But at least now he possesses all the ability to do more.
”It is OK“
“ Everything will be alright.”
”I am here.I will never leave you.”
” I'm going to protect you”
He did not know what horrors they must have done to him to turn the once proud warlord into such a fragile being , desperate for any act of kindness and any reassurance he was not a monster.
He still must ask Prowl that later on.