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POV: Megatronus

My purpose in life, what is my purpose in life anyways?

I am a weapon. A powerful and destructive weapon.

 Everything I touch breaks. But everything I avoid lives.

 My reason for living is solely consecrated to the destruction.

Others, by contrast, live to research, govern and create. Others are important pillars of hope, security and even just for the well-being of all. Carriers of stability, carriers of change and so much more.

But what do I contribute, or rather: what will I ever contribute to society?

Why am I here, if my existence robs others their progress? When my mere unmasked presence steals bravery from the bravest bot, makes the sturdiest titan tremble and forces the deadliest predator to retreat.

 I am doomed to be myself.

I can´t do anything but blame myself for the painful sting. If I do not wear this mask, then I am a monstrous god of vengeance and destruction.

But with it, I am someone else.

 I don’t know who that person is.

 It’s a mystery that exists only in the imagination and makes the curiosity run wild.

Some people think they know me.

But ...If they’ve never seen me without the mask, how could they claim to?

Nobody knows who I am under the mask. Even I don´t

POV :Prima

The war was now over. Finally, over. After centuries of bitter fighting, Unicron has been defeated. Primus created me and my siblings in arms to fight his greatest nemesis and banish him for greater good.

Primus loved us with all the warmth of his spark, visiting us in our dreams and following us in every step we took. He gifted us with an item before he vanished to rest.

His eternal rest.

 He wanted us to take care of him and his creations. I, Prima Prime the first created, was tasked to be the bearer of the Matrix of leadership, and lead others into times of prosperity and growth.

Unfortunately, I was incapable of the quest. And so, I passed this task on to Zeta.

I was ashamed, as the ‘chosen one’ of Primus, to shirk in such a burden.

Everyone accepted my decision, but guilt still gnaws at the back of my neck. Zeta was created for something else and now she carries my burden within her.

I am a selfish person, and my decision has robbed someone else’s future.

Zeta herself says to me that she has no problem being the Matrix carrier. But every single time I see her at her desk, with bags under her eyes and mountains of datapads, I have no choice but to help her. At the end of the day, she is my Spark sister. I know her all too well and I feel what she feels.

Zeta, Vector and I are all Spark siblings. A bond that was made from birth. That is impossible to break and hard to bury out of existence.

“Prima, brother, I know you’re more of a bot that daydreams a lot, but could you please respond to my signal and come here? I need to speak to you.” Zeta’s slightly tense but serious voice in my audio receptor snapped me out of my thoughts, faster than lightning. So, I trotted down the corridor towards her office.

I wandered along the corridor and looked through the huge crystal windows of the building. The city stretched endlessly, although I remembered how the first stone was laid for the first building.

It has all grown so quickly, and so much time has passed… So much time has passed since I saw the other Primes… Apart from a few…I wonder if they all are alright…

As I was near arriving at Zetas office, Sentinel, her secretary, walked down the aisle, whistling a simple song in a good mood. His golden accents shimmered in the artificial light and his ever proud and yet simple aura reflected onto me.

“Hello Sentinel, primus bless you, how are you?”

“I am fine my Prime, may I ask how your status is? “, he responded with his voice ever friendly, calm and soft.

“I am good too Sentinel, anything to report?”

“I believe there is nothing my lord. If I may assist you at anything. It would be an enormous honour if I could, my lord.”, his honeyed voice was very soothing and almost pastoral.

 No wonder Zeta likes to have him around every corner.

 And internally I giggled a bit.

“No Sentinel. Thank you”

“As you wish my lord”

He chuckled very silently then he bowed elegantly.

And suddenly I remembered how big we were in comparison to the “normal” bots. Sentinel could only reach me to my chest, and by the matters of me not being the biggest Prime of all.

He has great skills. His giant charisma can even make Titans feel like they are talking to one of themselves. You must be carefull.

Sunken into thoughts again I knocked twice the door of Zetas office that now stood before me. It was Royal blue with golden shiny stars that represented the sky of Cybertron. Every single star was hand drawn and the detail was insane, it was like you could be able stand right before them and touch them.

“You can enter Prima, it's open”

POV : Megatronus 

“Sir Prime, please sign this building permit. Sign here.”-“Sir Prime, please sign these documents and stamp these datapads”-“My Prime”-“Sir Prime”-“lord, Prime”

I wanted to roar, twitch and scream inside, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. Inside this makeshift office, I felt like I was about to suffocate inside this messy, stuffy room.

There was always something going on here in Metroplex and I didn’t have time to move. As one of the two Primes of this city I had monotone responsibilities, I had to complete. Every. Darng. Day.

 The boring and too simple task ate away my energy, and drank up my motivation. There were few aquations where I could be able to allow myself to have some leisure and enjoy the freedom.

And nobody was going to take ever that away from me.

Practicing with my spear was the only thing that kept me calm and prevented me from going completely mad. It reminded me of what I was built for.

I felt free like a bird in the sky of the surface while practicing. Feeling the air, I cut with my spear, the well thought but fast movements that equaled a sophisticated dance. Altogether it gave me a nostalgic feeling that made my processors go calm for a while.

It was a form of escapism from the reality I was trapped in. This life was all that my nature opposed.

Why Primus? Why did you put me in such a state?

“Sir?” –“Yes, yes Soundwave I will sign here, be patient.”, annoyed to be sent back to my office by Soundwave, I swung the pen in my hand with vigilance. It was my third pen this week and my nerves couldn’t bear to break another one.

“Lord Megatronus, I only demand for one more request,” I turned my gaze away from the data pad and gave him a razor-sharp look that cut right into him and made him flinch. Silence prevailed for a moment. Thin as a plate. Until Soundwave broke it:

“Lord Amalgamous requests a meeting after the work has been completed.” Even though I heard a bit of agitation in his metallic, low pitched monotone voice he stood up right and self-assured.

Amalgamous, my brother-in-arms and city partner. Soundwave you know how thin the ice is. You are a brave bot, and I hope you know it.

Undecided whether to either crush the tiny pen in my servo or start laughing, I did both. I buried my face in my palms, laughing, and stroked them down so I could see Soundwave’s expression.

Although Soundwave was a relatively emotionally neutral bot, confusion was creeping out of him. His head was bent to one side, and he pressed the datapads unsteadily against his chest. Soundwave has been my secretary for a long time, but every day I managed to confuse or surprise him anew. Sometimes in a positive way, sometimes in a negative way.

I used to change my secretary more often in the past. But either way they were too incompetent for me, or too attachable. And sometimes both.

But Soundwave seemed to be the only bot that not only could sort of stand me and, be calm enough to prevent me from exploding. But this time he wasn’t so lucky…

“What is your message then, my lord?”

“Tell him that if he wants to see me. Then he should come the heck here and HELP.”

It’s his responsibility too. I am not in charge of whole Metroplex alone! Primus gave us BOTH this task. And if I must suffer, then he must suffer with me too!

POV: Prima

“You can enter Prima, its open”, Zeta throaty, royal voice halled through the office and so I entered curios and with pinned Audials.

“Zeta, you called me for a talk, so what’s the matter sister?”

Zeta, tired as always, closed her eyes and tensed her eyebrows together. I started to raise my concern about her and sauntered towards her desk.

“Prima. “She started but decided not to continue. A nanoclick passed and suddenly as if she regained strength from that time, she spoke again more gracefully.

“Prima, things might have changed more rapidly than we could have ever imagined. I am grateful for that, and grateful for the peace we were gifted…”,

Zeta is building onto something; don’t believe that it will be nice or comforting.

And then she took a deep breath and finally opened fully her crystal, deep blue Optics determinated and serious.

“But as I said times change faster than anyone could perceive…”

I wanted to interrupt her and try to assist, but I knew too well that THAT would agitate her even more, so I kept quiet and waited patiently.

She exhaled and dropped the weight from her chest: “I fear Prima, that a potential war might come up.”- “What?!”

It can´t be! How? Why? And why didn´t I know anything about this?

A hurricane of questions whirled in my head, and I stood silent, I was shocked by the concerning news that hit me like a sword right into my stomach.

“It´s only a potential, Prima. But still my concerns are enormous.”-

“And so why wasn´t I informed at all?!”, I spat the words more rapid and keen than I intended so I repeated myself:” Zeta, I´d like to know why nobody did ever spoke a word to me towards this?”

“I am afraid there are several reasons, but still, I owe you a clarification: first, you are one of the few that even know that the possibility of war is lingering in the air. Second. It is only a chance, it´s whether written in paper yet or our opposition implied for a war treaty.”

“And so, why do you believe a war is possible? And to add one more aspect, who even are our potential future foes?”

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Deleted parts I somehow didn't put in:

at the last Prima part:
"Quintesons? what are these creatures and why are they named like that?"

"They are a sort of organic aliens that were originaly created by Quintus, that's why they got that name."

I tried to process that but it was difficult

"How?If Quitus was their creator, how do they have such rencor against us?"

"its a very long story I am afraid I cannot tell you yet."

Chapter Text

POV: Megatronus

I kneeled on the floor. My sight was blurry, my whole frame shook as if I ran through half Cybertron, and my chest vents pushed hot air at high efficiency. Everything around me was destroyed.

“Well Tronus, I know your opinion and emotions are valid, but you are completely missing the point here. I just asked, ‘how are you’ and not ‘ Hello mr. Prime can you please overthrow all your frustration and anger onto me, completely crash out and DESTROY your office”, still seeing only red and vibrating, I turned my head and stared into Amalgamous only eye.

 His round and rather uncommon only Optic glowed in a bright yellow which stood out by the darkness it surrounded. He looked unbothered leaning against the door, as if he already expected everything. With all his arms closed he decided somehow to take another step and come closer, until he was just a gaze away from my mask.

 “Come on Tronus you should maybe try to meditate or something. I know you have a LOT of temper and anger inside you, but Primus! Look around and specially look at yourself!”

The room was in complete chaos. The furniture was unrepairable, Datapads laid everywhere…Some, where stomped and others where throwed against the wall or door. Destined to hit Amalgamous but surprisingly they didn’t. It was a disaster.

I suddenly got a wave of emotions again. Misery, disappointment and desperation. My vision darkened again but all the sudden I felt a servo on my shoulder plates. My limbs calmed down and my vision cleared a bit.

“Hey buddy, you know. I believe the reason why Primus gave us both the task of taking care of Metroplex is because, first Metroplex is a city that is noisy enough to outshine your daily clamour. And second, I think he imagined you would finally learn how to deal with simple and boring tasks, without crashing out. Lastly”- he stopped for a nano click, looked me dead in the eyes and left a silent laughter:

” Lastly, I think he thought of me being your city partner because he knew no other bot would endure your attitude. Come on let’s take a click of time to clean up this mess together, yeah?”

Silently he stood up and held a servo for me. Still shaking a bit, I took it and stood up with wabbely knees.

Amalgamous started again to pour words out of his, rather for a mech high pitched vocal, but it didn’t bother me at all. It was calming and somehow cleared my head. But the poison of anger still flowed through my veins.

“I suppose if you maybe actually came earlier and HELPED me with all this stuff, maybe then the office wouldn’t look like this.”, I hissed at him with a sharp and still angry voice.

“Yes, I am sorry Meggs…But the meeting I was in took more than I expected and the journey back from Iacon wasn’t easy neither…anyways!”, while picking up some shreds of a Datapad he saw my broken pen lingering sad out of the pile of scrap. He picked it up with his large, pointy and needle like fingers and held it high in the air.

“Another one?”, this time he laughed, but it didn’t help me this time.

“Amalgamous I demand for a question”

“Then go on tell me big bot, but please don’t ask me things like : When are we going to change positions, because if.”- “No! I mean, I want to ask why it was so urgent for you to come to Iacon in person. A hologram call would completely be sufficient”

And why they didn’t invite me either!

His Optic widened in an overwhelmed manner and a sight escaped his face vent: “Tronus, you know… Let’s do the work later. Let’s take the rest of the day free, I think I need to cool myself down a bit too”

Why are you acting like this Amalgomous? You seem kinda suspicious to me. Why won't you answer my question?

I noded and so we went out.

POV: Prima

Observing up from the 15^th floor from the tower of Iacon I glanced at the sky. The stars sparkled like cold ice glitter from the indigo-coloured sky. Auroras danced on a stage called horizon the stellar symphony in divers colours, blissfully and lively.

The two twin moons of Cybertron Luna 1 and 2 gazed from above down to the ground. Their round white faces shone majestic and full of love.

Shining tranquil caressing my face with tender affection. Standing on my spot I also felt the warm, soft light radiate from the city.

It was almost like a mirror. Crowds of Bots sidled through the streets, organized and almost as if they all followed a certain pattern. The City lights were luminous, strong and yet so warm that contrasted the stars. Everything was so beautiful…I fell for this planet.

Guard it well Prima. Love it till the bottom of your spark. It is and will be everything you will ever have.

Dreadfull thoughts found their way onto my processor. Like scraplets they nibbled my head. Worries started to taunt me and rob my joy on the beauty of this planet. Anxiety run through my veins and I felt like I was going to vomit.

A signal again ripped me back to the reality and this time I answered the call with gratitude. A beloved voice I used to know halled through my audial. All the concerns got washed away like rust and I calmed myself down.

“ Prima! Come down here. It’s me Onyx! I am here with Solus too! Come down here We are at the fifth floor at the small indoor garden.”

Their sudden visit was more welcoming then they might have ever imagined. And I was more than ready for a distraction than ever before.

“ Hey Prima, I am sorry for our spontaneous visit. I wanted to warn him that you might be busy, but you know him as well as I do. I do really hope it doesn’t bother anybody.”,

 Onyx and Solus. My friends, even if we are megacycles away from each other we always find a way to meet again.

“No, no guys. There is no issue right now. I just got from a little meeting and that’s it. I’ll be in no time down, just give me a click please.”

The excitement made my voice sound thrill and quaky. I rushed through the floor, feeling the fluff of the carpet charged up and twinkling on my pedals. As I arrived I pushed, almost crushing the button. As I saw my reflection on the golden door of the elevator, I realized something.

Prima Prime calm yourself down! You are as excited as a sparkling to see your friends! You should behave more… majestic and wise. Don’t forget who you are! I understand you have not seen them in eons but, have patience.

As I heard the bing of the elevator, I locked in and tried to shake off the excitement. And as the doors opened another unexpected guest stood before me. Leaning in the wall and minding their own business.

“ Vector, little brother! What a pleasure seeing you again!”, I said with a welcoming and heartly voice widening my arms to give him a hug.

“You saw me at the dinner table just two megaclicks ago” he responded in a more toneless voice, distracted by a cube he held in his hand he didn’t return my hug.

It was colourful, bright and yet so simple, it seemed it was able to change its form by just pushing a stage. Horizontaly and verticaly. Their pattern seemed to be random picked, but somehow, I understood their purpose. It was a mind game. What, was the goal of this game?

“Vector. Where did you get that? Is that a toy perhaps?”

“None of your business.”

As mysterious and nonchalant as always Vector, you didn’t change after all this time.

“ So  Prima;” without looking up and spinning rapidly on the cube he started:” Where YOU are going?”

Happy about this even tiny bit of participation, I replied with a playfull voice:

“Well, Onyx and Solus are awaiting me down at the small garden maze. What brings you here?”

“Zeta ordered me to look up some Data for her, she also tasked me to inform myself how the status of our troops right now is.”

I felt how all the warmth of my spark left me. The energon freezed inside me, making me into an unmovable, lifeless puppet. The world around me crumbeled and shaked all the sudden. My hands, my pedals and my head became heavy, and my stomach began to flip itself down. My optics felt like they could pop out of my head any moment and my processor stopped working.

“Prima? Are you alright?”

Gulping down everything that gathered in my mouth I tried to smile sincerely again, but it was fake. 

So, you don’t know it Vector. What kind of game is Zeta playing?

“There is nothing to worry about, did Zeta say anything to you else?”

“Yeah well, I am not sure, but she seemed a bit anxious…too”

 He flinched his face and stared directly into my eyes. Piercing me right into the spark. His pale teal optics radiated grimness and worry. His gaze darkened and his lips tighten.

A high pitched and simple tone resonated along the room and ended, the tensed conversation.

“Seventh floor, I need to go. Farewell Prima!”

“Farewell, beloved brother.”

His steely and concerned tone still haled through my processor.

“Ah! And greet Solus and Onyx by my part! Please-”

The elevators doors closed, and I was alone again.

How many people are aware of this?

POV:Megatronus

“It’s unusual for a surface Mountain train to have diffilculties during a journey, simply because they are built for this kind of terrain.”

“I know it was crazy!”

 I dodged one of Amalgamous scythe attacks and pushed his weapon to the ground with my own spear. In the artificial light it only glow in a dull, dark, sad purple. Amalgamous took out another weapon out of his spine and aimed my flank with his knife-like spine piece. I rotated my spear so that his improvised knife fell off his hand by hitting the end of the spear. The scythe clinged at my spear and as I pulled that too, it hurled through the ground tearing it off his hand

He stumbled backwards.

Rotating my spear again onto a comfortable position and held it up. I transformed my forearm into a small, triangular shaped shield and charged into Amalgamous.

He took a step back again. The metal pedals shrieking on the hard ground.

He silted his eye that now went from one end of his head to the other, bent his back and flinched all his four arms.

And as I almost reached him with my spear , his left arms suddenly parted from his shoulder. They fell harsh but just be brought to life again and crawl as if they were possessed by an extraordinary form of nature.

They reached my legs and I tried to shake them off and bang with my spear on them to tear them off. But their grip was like they were made of iron. No attempt or force of my could take them off.

Another surprise followed. They clinged together by the end with a magnetic mechanism and I was no longer able to move freely.

That all gave Amalgamous enough time to get behind me with another spine knife. He held it at my throat and I knew I lost the battle.

“Well… after all being stuck with Nexus in a wagon for almost a cycle seemed to be worth it”

I felt deceived and angry.

I have never lost a battle against Amalgamous!

“Nexus huh?”

“Yeah, his bad puns almost drove me crazy! Boredom really can make a bot irritating. Nevertheless, even though he sometimes can be a spikehead, it was nice to talk in real life to him again.”

“ Why did he come with you if his city is in the other direction?”

“Well, in Iacon we didn’t have any chance to talk really to each other, so he did accompany me home, he called that :

Facilitating safe homeward journey, securing home journey and assuring transit for project A.M.A.L.G.A.M.O.U.S. “,

 he giggeled and blushed for a moment, he was a bit agitated, and I believed it was embarrassment , but it was something else. Something I couldn’t classify.

“I don’t remember what all the letters stood for, but it was quite funny and…sweet. I mean that all he said before meant the same!” again, that tone.

He is hiding something; I don’t like it when he’s hiding something. What if it has to do with me? Am I not important for him anymore? Will he leave me here alone again in Metroplex? Will he abandon me? Will-

“Anyways, Meggs, it was a quite nice reunion with an old friend!”

“I believe you.”

He ordered his arms to let go of me and they clinged themselves at him again with a rapid click. Amalgamous had an amazing and very fascinating physique. He surprised me again and again every training session and this time after eons, he beat me.

He was moving every cycle more and more, and I stayed behind. Navigating away.

The weapons laid on the floor and begged desperately to be picked up. But we ignored them, instead we sat down on the metallic ground.

“If you wouldn’t be so stubborn and closed, you would might have other friends too. Or still at least contact to the others.”

“Is that an offence?”

“No! No, listen Tronus. A Little company besides me would really suit you. I am the only person in Eons you talked too.”

“ I talk to Soundwave too. And some vehicons-”

“ Nah! I mean REALLY talking. Having a conversation that is not circling around work.”

“ And I don’t need more people, you are alone more than enough for me.”

I knew what I just said but still I regretted it. But Amalgamous did nothing more than to let out an exhausted sight. I gathered my thoughts again and tried to speak again with a softer voice tone.

“So… How did you get out of the mountain chains then?”

His eye revealed a wide smile. I felt proud again.

“Well our assistant bot called a plane and be should have been flown. I know, I know we should have been flying in the first place but… Nex’ is still afraid of flying after all so we didn’t-
“How absurd!”

“what.”

The words I said, haven’t been planned and I bit my tongue and cringed out of self-disappointment. But as time passed, I accepted what I did and ended what I started. Even if it will hurt myself… and others. I took a deep breath.

My ego was too big for apologizes.

“So the ‘fearless’ combiner Nexus Prime sweats, shivers and leeks himself to death for a little plane ride?”

“Tronus listen-“

“ So just because that sparkling of a Prime couldn’t overcome his fear for just  half a cycle, you couldn’t arrive earlier? Just because of that?!”

Now, a sent of tension laid in the air. It floated like an acid chemical that burned my throat and vents.

“Everyone has something they fear and what they don’t.”

“But he has fears that are too unimportant to be noticed. You should have flown and if he didn’t then it was his fault to not man up.”

“Nexus is my friend, and it would have been wrong to just take off”

My mind whispered me poison, and my thoughts became foggy.

“You are weak Amalgamous. You disfavour yourself, and put the others well ahead of you. I will never understand you. I don’t need you anyways!”

All his response was standing up and pick up his scynthe and his other weapons. Just for a nanoclick he turned his head around and his only eye stared at me.

There wasn’t anything left for me than disappointment and coldness.

It stung my spark like a thorn and pain turned into anger.

“Zeta Prime ordered us all to meet up in the tower of Iacon to discuss a matter. She expects us ALL by the matter of twelve cycles.”

One thought flashed through my mind

You only left Iacon to tell me this news life. Amalgamous…I am so sorry…

I am sorry, I am not worth it…Please give me one more chance to apologize

I wanted to speak but nothing came out of my vocals

“Crazy what I do for just a friend. Am I right Megatronus?”

He shut the door and misery clambered up my spine.

In.

Silence.

And felt.

Like.

An Idiot.

A.

Sad one.

And.

A loser.

Again.

Angry.

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Here are actually no deleted scenes but I changed the original Dialog between Meggs and Amalgamous: The original "old" parts are bold.I don't know why I cut them.

I have never lost a battle against Amalgamous!

“Nexus huh? So did this bad comedy combiner really convinsed you to drive with him a lil train ride? ”

“Yeah somehow, his bad puns almost drove me crazy! Boredom really can make a bot irritating. Nevertheless, even though he sometimes can be a spikehead, it was nice to talk in real life to him again.”

“ Why did he come with you if his city is in the other direction? I mean it's not very efficient or intelligent”

“Well, in Iacon we didn’t have any chance to talk really to each other, so he did accompany me home, he called that :

Facilitating safe homeward journey, securing home journey and assuring transit for project A.M.A.L.G.A.M.O.U.S. “,

 he giggeled and blushed for a moment, he was a bit agitated, and I believed it was embarrassment , but it was something else. Something I couldn’t classify.

“I don’t remember what all the letters stood for, but it was quite funny and…sweet. I mean that all he said before meant the same!” again, that tone.

He is hiding something; I don’t like it when he’s hiding something. What if it has to do with me? Am I not important for him anymore? Will he leave me here alone again in Metroplex? Will he abandon me? Will-

“Anyways, Meggs, it was a quite nice reunion with an old friend!”

“I believe you. I hope you had fun in this train."

"WHAT", his expression changed rapid and confussion made his eye slit. After a nanoclick pause he calmed himself again and asked.

"What. Do you mean by that."

I saw my chance, it was near reach.

I will tease Amalgamous...

"Well since you guys hadn't any time to fuck in Iacon how-"

"TRONUS WHAT THE HELL!"

shocked and disturbed he glanced at me.

"If I had to guess he really wanted you bad if he decided to accompany you home."

"Meggs please stop, this is getting annoying..."

"What? You don't have to feel shame. I guess it felt good getting his giant combiner spike inserted right into you. Is that also from different bot parts or does-"

"STOP. YOU'RE A PERVERT."

" So I am right?"

"FINE YOU WIN. YES WE DID IT. YOU HAPPY NOW?!" angrily he belt.

I giggled internely. I lost once and won twice.

He ordered his arms to let go of me and they clinged themselves at him again with a rapid click. Amalgamous had an amazing and very fascinating physique.He surprised me again and again every training session and this time after eons, he beat me.

He was moving every cycle more and more, and I stayed behind. Navigating away.

The weapons laid on the floor and begged desperately to be picked up. But we ignored them, instead we sat down on the metallic ground.

“If you wouldn’t be so stubborn and closed, you would might have other friends too. Or still at least contact to the others.”

"Or maybe someone that would fuck me"

"It's not funny anymore. Nobody would with your attitude."

“Is that an offence?”

“No! No, listen Tronus. A Little company besides me would really suit you to be honest. I am the only person in Eons you talked too.”

Chapter Text

Pov: Megatronus

“Amalgamous? May I speak to you?”, anxiously I glanced through the half open door of his room. “Several days have passed since we last talked.”

No response

I knocked again but all I perceived was silence. Disappointed I hit the wall beside me with my fist. Fury numbed the physical pain.

I hesitated for a second blow. At once I felt how all my strength melted away from me. Sinking to the ground, I scratched the rooms walls with my digits.

“I am sorry Amalgamous. I am so sorry for everything, just for a minute, I lost myself, I was-“

“It’s alright big bot.”, suddenly he stood in front of me. Almost like a divine presence:” Com’ on in. It’s a bit messy inside, but if you like we can have some Energex tea, I boiled some.” ,for just a moment I desired to jump on and hug him heartly but the other side of me whispered malevolent thoughts into my mind.

With heavy limbs I stood up. Even as Amalgamous held his servo out for me, I simply ignored it. Inside, I really badly wanted to. Very badly. But I didn’t, and I hated myself for that.

“Come on! You look pretty worn out… Tronus, how much did you sleep in the last cycles? You look like you didn’t eat anything since eons! And not cleaned too!”

Overwhelmed by the storm of him nickeling around, I was speechless. Happy by the fact that he cared as if he was my sire. But at the same time, I found myself buried in the grumble, Amalgamous with his overprotective manner sputter onto me.

“I. Do?”

“Oh by Primus! come inside now! You-you look worse than a scraplet washed on the shores of the sea of rust!”

Faster than I could ever react he grabbed my servo and dragged me inside. I bend down to even be able to fit through the door.

Then I gazed.

I have never been really to Amalgamous own bedroom. The nearest I got was the door to discuss some matters, but else…

“Sit down Tronus, make it comfy here, feel home.”

Home?

Amazed I investigated the room with my optics. It was like mine by the size, but it was way, WAY more decorated and personalized. The room was designed just as Amalgamous own paintjob. White and in different shades of Gray. My own room was in the architecture similar, but…

 His radiated way more life, more of his essence and personality. It was a mirror of his own mind and self.

I didn’t do any changes at my room since I got it. Not to mention any decoration.

But as I observed more closely, I discovered even more changes he took. The Bed was modified so instead of a rectangular frame it had a round shape. With lots and lots of pillows stacked on it. All in different sizes and forms.

 On the walls he installed all sorts of floating shelves units with a lot of figures of different extraordinary creatures. One more obscure than the other. Some reminded me of the alt-mode of Onyx Prime.

“If you like I can show you some of my dragon figures, perhaps later or someday. But now it’s not the time I guess”

Carrying two cups of Energon tea in two of his four servos he walked cautious towards me, doing his best at not spilling some of the precious Energon. He handed me one cup, tiny compared to my gigantic servos. Gingerly I took it by the handle with my digits. Vapor indicated the status of the tea, hot and undrinkable.

“Ah damm! I forgot, I am sorry Meggs wait a click.” By him suddenly turning around, he spilled some tea, and it fell on the ground right in front of my pedes.

“Should I?-“

“No, no I’ll clean it up later anyways!”, he shouted from the other side of the room.

Soon he hurried with two round stools and a small table. Still holding the handle of the teacup, but this time he didn’t spill anything on the way. His look in the optic instructed me to sit down and with caution I tried to sit on the tiny stool.

My body size was one of the biggest advantages on the battlefield, but now in the everyday life it was one of my biggest enemies.

POV: Prima

“You won’t BELIEVE what I did.” Said Onyx with a raised head and proud voice.” I swear to Primus! I waited ALLLLL the trip here just for this moment” His two magenta-coloured eyes widened, overfilled with excitement as if he would explode any click.

Solus added to that statement playfully “You won’t believe ME how excited he was all the way here to tell you that.”- “Hey, it’s a crucial matter! And most important it’s a surprise!”-“I won’t spoiler you but all I’ll say is that he’s crazy…”-“NO SPOILERS!!!” overdramatically he silenced Solus by putting one of his wings on her mouth and shooshing like his life hang on this secret. As soon he did that, Solus couldn’t help but to crack up in a heartly laughter.

It halled through the garden, and brought to life the ever-silenced indoor garden.  

 Amused I laughed and felt how my chest filled with joy again. How I missed that feeling of just being happy. Just to vent out for a moment and push the more increasing emptiness out. Their presence alone where enough to banish my demons far, far away.

“So you two, tell what message could be so important that Onyx cannot hold it longer to present to me.” , curiosity lingered out of my voice and at the same time I tried my best to not almost explode like him.

Onyx eyes sparkled like stars, his wings on his back where held high and his tail whipped wildly around.

Then he took a deep breath with closed eyes and clenched fists.

“I”

“yeah.”

“persuaded Zeta.”

“Yeah.”

“To give me the task, or better said to organize”

“YEAH”

“A”

“COME ON ONYX TELL ME”

“A BALL PARÈ!”

Excitement morphed into confusion.

“A what?”

Onyx, with still glittering eyes, sputtered out words faster than his vocal could process: “Some time ago I was listening to a radio podcast, you know that thingy that was recently made. It’s hella popular, and with a reason!”

Indeed, I did hear of it, I have never really enjoyed one myself but maybe it’s a sign to.

“A-NY-WAYS! While I was listening to it, one host started to talk about different dances on cybertron and different traditions in certain areas. I cannot BELIEVE how fast those little limbots are evolving. Crazy, isn’t it? OK I’ll come to the point-”

Suddenly he paused like he paralyzed. Took a deep, loud, theatrical breath. Widened his palms and clapped them together. Bowing impressively deep towards Solus, made the whole scene even more confusingly goofy.

Onyx, you are a crazy bot.

“Solus Prime, I shall give you the task to explain our lord Prima quickly and crispy what a ball paré is.”

We all giggled like sparklings.

We all three were Primes, and still…we felt just as any other bot.

Laughing like normal bots.

Joking like others.

What is the purpose or advantage on it?

Why?

Why is the question? At the end you all descended from the same light. It doesn’t matter if it’s not directly the same.

You all will be one in the end. Time is just a concept, like any other.

“Heloooo? Prima? You are still there, or did you already ascend into the afterlife? “ Solus strong and firm voice dragged me away from my daydream.

Shaken by the sudden crash into reality again I stuttered befuddled:” o-oh I am sorry guys I was just a bit, uh agitaed-“

“ I guess Iacon is more difficult to manage then expected, isn’t it?”, asked Solus with one raised eyebrow and a silly smile.

“Yeah, you could say so.”, letting out a small nervous laugh and scratching my back of my helmet I felt a bit embarrassed by my behaviour.

“Well Prima if you need any mental support, I already studied that one podcast about it almost a whole megacycle so if you-“,busted out of Onyx.

“Onyx, please I beg you. Don’t be worried, I’m fine.”

A small pause followed.

“Oki dooki, Prima cookie. Where were we?”

“I think I was going to be educated what a ‘ball paré’ even is.”

“Indeed.”

“So may I be enlightened?”

Smirking Solus answered in a quick, certain and confident tone:

“It’s a dance but fancy. No party. Sometimes with a buffet. Dress elegant, that’s the crucial part. You will dance a Walzer.”

“Hm, interesting! But I cannot still imagine it very well.How should we dress and is there a certain colour we must wear or-?”

“I hoped so much you would ask! I am so hyped to tell you about EVERYTHING I have planned…“

Does Zeta know about this? Specially in these times?

“Onyx my dear friend. I am just a bit confused about a just a certain topic. How did Zeta give you a permission to do this I mean the reunion is like some cycles away from now and-”

“Don’t ya worry Prima! I already discussed that per hologram with Zeta some time ago.”-

Some time ago? What do you mean by that-

“I mean if we all reunite after all this time…like how much time was it since we lastly saw everybody assembled in one place? Millions of Eons with ease!”

“To be exact about…” calculating in her mind Solus paused, “fifteen million Eons”

“DARNG! Anyways! I planned everything and hired every single necessary bot for that! Every single detail is planned! I-“

“And did you send the invitations too?”, Solus question made Onyx freeze. He stood still for a click

…

Solus placed her servo on his shoulder and tried to calm the bot from breaking down:” Hey! they all know they gotta be here by like seven cycles from now anyways. I think sending a little large range message wouldn’t hurt”

Wobbly and shaky he murmured, sniffing in distress: “The message will arrive only in time in the nearby cities! The cities with the most distance won’t get this in time! It will be too spontaneous for them!”

“Ach! It won’t! I know this system too well, I promise they will arrive in even Stanix in no time. Ok they will need around three days, but I believe that amount of time is still acceptable.”

“And so how are we going to do this?”-“ My lord?”, Spinning surprised around. I discovered Sentinel standing right behind me. Patiently he held pads on one arm while politely hiding his other arm behind his back.

“I am so sorry Sentinel, I haven’t notice you before”

“That’s nothing you have to worry about my lord, I was send by Zeta quick to present you with some news.”, Onyx wanted to start quacking again, but then stopped himself, understanding the serious situation.

And why doesn’t she want it to present me them personal?

Behind Sentinels tone of voice was something hidden. Something I shouldn’t know.

“Then Sentinel, enlighten me please.”

“Follow me my Prime, I ask you to leave my other Primes. It’s a matter of only four Optics.”

POV: Megatronus

While we were talking, a loud signal radiated from Amalgamous working table. A bit confused he stood up and walked towards the messenger plate.

“It’s from the tower of Iacon itself! Weird, they normally don’t send large range messages…”

“Except they might forgotten to tell you something important.”

“Yeah, yeah…Can you maybe go out for a click? I am sorry for that.”

“It’s alright”, I stood up heavily trying not to bump into something. With mixed feelings I left the room, still with the now drinkable tea in my servo.

But as I was about to leave the room, Amalgamous called me back in. With relieve and excitement in his voice.

“Hey, you can come over it’s a message for us all, it’s from Onyx send by the tower!”

“Onyx? What is he doing so early in Iacon?”-“If you like to find out then come over!”

I slandered to Amalgamous working table. Datapads stacked tidy. No dirt or any sort of damage was visible. In the middle a round plate glew with an azure light blinking rapidly. I observed closely how Amalgamous cautiously wiped with his large, pointy digits over the plate and a small frame was projected. The bot stood on both his long, bony legs. His claws restfully hanging down on his calves. With clapped, relaxed wings and a smile I would recognise, even after millions of eons from separation.

“Hello, my fellow brothers and sisters in arms! It’s me Onyx Prime”

Onyx. It’s been so long…. Since I have seen you…you look the same, just like you do in my memories…

“I am here to urgently inform you an essential aspect, at your soon arrive here in Iacon.”

Amalgamous and I listened closely to him, curious what such an important message it might be.

“I must apologize for not being able to announce to you sooner that at the evening of your all arrival.I do heartelely apologize for-
“Onyx it’s heartly.”-“Oh ok I mean, I do heartly”                                                                  

The sudden voice of a mech crashed me out of my concentration. It was soft and yet so firm.

Harmonic, ethereal, hypnotic.

Mellifluous

WHAT? What am I thinking? Who is that anyways?!

Trying to figure out that mysterious voice I stopped listening to Onyx speech. I had to dive down to the deepest points of my memory, to recognise this voice. But the deeper I dug, the louder became the screams of despair and the shrieking of the voices inside my head. I gave up.

Who are you? And why do I know you somehow…And why can’t I remember you?

“Hey, Tronus. Tronus. Meggs! Look! LOOK!!”

Amalgamous so once again saved me from myself.

By BRUTALLY shaking me with all his force.

“What?”

“Hello, my fellow Primes. I am Prima Prime, and due to some important necessaries, I represent the voice of our Queen and carrier of the Matrix Zeta Prima for this message. I have some important new I must tell you-“

He stood there, just in front of me.

So close and yet so far, far away.

His arms hidden behind his back. Standing firm next to Onyx. Shoulders pulled back.

He seemed tall, and a bit bigger than Onyx. And his white and golden paintjob glowed and shown like a precious pearl from the sea. His face was smooth and almost perfect, as if a Master of Arts sculptured him by hand out of the cleanest Marmor on Cybertron. And yet his gentle eyes projected pure wisdom and sharp certainness. Their pale, light azure colour radiated the purest calmness, the purest will and the purest everything. I felt like I was embraced, I felt free, surrounded in a cloud of turquoise mist that made my vision unclear, hugging, caressing me in this feeling. I felt how I was losing myself more and more, falling deeper and deeper into a spiral of doom. Feeling comfortably helpless, blind and numb. Nothing mattered anymore. His gaze alone could kneel me down, gently, and quietly. I wanted him to.

“Tronus? You still there? The transition ended some time ago.”

“Oh, I am sorry, I was… daydreaming a bit.”

“Yeah, well, I believe while you left psychologically Cybertron. You didn’t listen to the news at all. Didn’t you?”

I felt shame crawling up.

“Yes.”

“Well buddy I think that’s not bad at all, I can tell you later. BUT FIRST” He rose up a single digit up into the air. Excited and euphoric he announced with his widened glittering Pupil. „it’s time for you to have a glow up!”

“a what…?!”

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Here are actually no deleted scenes ;)

Chapter Text

POV: Prima

Onyx, Solus, and I reunited after the transmission again. But this time we stayed in the personal guest room of Onyx. Four servants hurried out of the suite, with cleaning tools and old cover sheets in their arms. One looked up, and reverence scaped out of their optics. I couldn’t help but to smile warmly at the clearly frightened bot.

“You all can have the evening free, you have done a good job! Don’t you worry I was not expecting guests either.”

The quartet of servants looked full of excitement at each other and bowed deeply before they all left, happy and free.

Looking back again I saw how their frames became more and more distant through the corridor. Except of one, a femme. She stood there in the middle, seemingly waiting for something or someone.

What is that bot doing?

Worries began to rise.

Are they perhaps a spy? Are they-

Then after a bit of time passed, a seemingly bigger bot hurried from the other side of the corridor. Armoured and with a badge on her chest. She looked again and again desperate behind herself, as if she feared someone might follow…no, SEE her.

What is a guard doing here? Shouldn’t they be on-

All the sudden the servant run onto her and hugged her tightly. The guard returned the hug, and they stood in that position for a moment. Then the guard bend over and touched their lips with the other. Enjoying just the mere presence of each other. In each other’s arms, their initiate boundaries didn’t matter anymore. The hierarchy didn’t matter anymore. This was the purest form of… something I didn’t understand.

What is this? What are they doing? What is this uncommon gesture?

It cannot be an act of showing platonic love, that doesn’t look like it. It also cannot be an act of showing storge, they do not look ANYTHING alike.

Now I felt like a spy. I shook the thoughts off confused and with a buzzing head.

Did I miss something crucial in Cybertronian culture? Was I so focused on my work I missed something?

Finally closing the door of the room, I wandered straight to my friends sitting on the ground gossiping and laughing. Solus took her helmet off and Onyx braided her long , string-like hair in a seemingly complex pattern.

“So, you say you will wear a lavender colour? That’s sounds FA-BOU-LOUS. It will look really stunning on you Sol’!”

“Thank you, Onyx! I love that colour, so I thought why not wearing it? Hello Prima, you finally arrived. What did you take so long for you to come here?”

At a loss I didn’t know where to start.

“Uff, I don’t know. I just saw two bots out there. They had like…a strange behaviour, not in a bad way but it was something I have never seen before.”

“Ahaaaaa.”, Solus and Onyx smirked. Looking at each other first and then towards me. The feeling of incomprehension taunted me but at the same time I felt amused. Nervously I laughed.

“So, Prima tell us more what you saw”

seeing the playful look in Onyx eyes made me smile and totally forget my shame. Sitting cross legged I told them everything.

About how that servant waited, how the guard seemed so stressed, and their final gesture before I let them be.

“Yep they are lovers. 100%”

“Aw that was so sweet! They kissed!”

The new vocabulary wandered through my processor, and it tried to decipher what these words mean.

Love-lover. Someone showing romantical love towards a certain individual. But in that meaning are we not all lovers? I do not get it. What does even romantic mean? Maybe asking would not be wrong.

“I am sorry guys, but what is a ‘lover’ and especially what the heck is the verb ‘kiss’?”

POV: Megatronus

“a what…?!”

Then he swallowed another big gulp of his now fifth Energex cup.

“A GLOW up! Like, I mean …yeah…How should I explain this?”

He wandered up and down, thinking and pondering. I set my head to one side and waited for a clarification patiently.

“You know it’s like a loOk change, but in an ImproOving manneR.”

Here we go again…the aftereffects of Energex…

“Improving?”

“Yeah! It’S like aN makeover. It’s like you change EVeRYThING you know.”
“Define everything.”, he thought again for a short while but this time he responded faster and more confident. I could fish the amusement out of his tone. And his sightly overconsumption of Energex.

“Ok, a glow uP is like if you gO through a signifiCant transfOrmAtion, normally in a pOsItive WAy so your looks improve.”

“Does it mean you look bad before and then after the change you look better?”

“Yeah sorta.”

It took me a click to realize what all this information meant. While he was happily pouring his SIXTH cup of Energex.

Why? And how?...Amalgamous I didn’t even take a sip from my first one…

“So you think?”-“NO, No no Tronus, I didn’t say that in a way Of insUlting you or so.” He took a step towards me and inspected me from the pedes to my helmet.”BuuUUUUUUT I just think, we can make you lOok RADIANT before we aRriVe at the ball.”

“Wait what?”

“The BAll Meggs, didn’t you listEn To The message earLieR?”, overwhelmed ,my processor didn’t know what or HOW to react exactly to Amalgamous question, so I lied.

“Yeah, yeah of course.”

“Well anywaYs, LEt’s get the jOb done! Come on follow me! I neeD a glow up tOO, look at Me, my Paintjob is aLreAdy fading! And a maniCure is aLSo something On my buckeT list. I don’t wanna look like I waS dragged out of the STreets when I ArrIve there! And My-”

And as he vanished babbling, strutting into his bathroom, I was unsure if I should follow. So stayed in place.

“COMe on Meggs! Don’t fEar change! You’ll only get benefits! I am ChaNge! Hey and by the WAay… get mOre Energex! My cup is empty! And my throat is dry! It’ll be FuN. YAAAS.”

“But it’s like you sixth cup… I read somewhere that new studies found out-“ “ACH, another cup would not hURt! This old frame of a prime can take ANYTHING! LooK at Me I AM jUst fiiinee.”

His lightly wobbly voice made me smile and ignore all the indications of my dear friend being almost totaly drunk now.

“Won’T yOu drink that?”

With his Digit he pointed to my cup on my servo, it was now cold and actual drinkable. But I refused to drink.
Energex has never been my thing…

“No, if you like I can give it to you”, “AlriGhty, Come In MegGs Let’S staRt wIth Oour project, doN’t be ShY I doN’t BitE AHHAHAHAHHAHAHA”.

 Not knowing if the idea of getting a so called ‘glow up’ by a drunken Amalgamous was a clever one, I hesitated for a nanoclick. I knew Amalgamous only wanted the best for me, but what if he messed up or mix something went wrong and then the ‘glow up’ becomes a ‘glow down’? I wished I could trust him but at the same time I couldn’t.

I just couldn’t trust anyone, no matter what. With work, with food, with weapons and especially if something that includes me. I want to get rid of this burden, but at the same time I stick with. I can’t get off it, if I try, I feel like a part of me is being torn off. Brutally and painful.

Change is pain, consistency is comfort.

But what if change was just a temporary ache and I am a whimsy bot? What if change was the one and only step to… a better future, free of pain and sorrow.

How much change will I accept?

How much am I change can I take?

“ArE yoU cOminG tomorRoW Or why Do yOu neEd so LonG?”-“ Don’t worry Amalgamous, I am coming.”

Stepping into the Bathroom I saw Amalgamous sitting crossed legged stirring and mixing a paste inside a bowl. It had a royal blue colour and could determine by my olfactory sensors I was a literal chemical cocktail. Next to him a spray bottle laid more than ready to be used.

Then I understood was he was planning to do.

I observed myself in the mirror walls, and like a rock fell from the sky on my helmet I SAW what he meant all along.

My natural reddish tint was faded. As if I didn’t repaint it since millions of eons, sadly that was the case. Since the war ended, I didn’t really take care of myself. Only the necessary parts. All my plates were rough peeling off the paintjob. They were not soft  no longer like a natural armoury should be and needed very urgently to be grinded.

My appearance wasn’t like one of a Prime, it was only a shell it once was.

I looked like a wraith

I lost all my grace, all my pride, all my colour. (literally)

But why blue?

“blue?” a whisper escaped my vocals, loud enough to be heard

“NoT just anY blUE . It’S RoYal BluE! It’s sooooooo in FasHion right nOw!”, stirring violently he responded keen, Energex has an interesting impact on a bot. It makes them act impulsively and behaving polarizing. And even Prime can’t be left untouched by the side effects.

“But I have a red plates and a black ground colour.”

“TRUST ME AMICUM, IT WILL FUNCTION! But first yOu need To be CleAn before iT can Be applied.” Scanning and judging me from top to bottom he muttered in a disappointed tone: “ I bet YOU are one of these that never heard of polisher and wash yourself with these 15 in 1 things…”-surprised how his status could change that fast from an irrational drunken to an actual thinking bot, and how the heck he could figure out what products I use, I tried my best to seek for a lie but I was left blank:

“I mean. They are practical, you can wash your frame plates, helmet, facial plates, servos, your weapons, floors- “- “STOP YOU’LL MAKE ME CRY”, we both fell into laughter and actual tears of joy built up on my optics. I wiped them away. I felt…estranged.

When was the last time I really laughed?

“Ok TronuS, I’ll teach you what you should use NOW and in the future! By Primus, how did your poor paintjob survive all this time? Ok it didn’t BUT, I think this is a godly send distress signal for a deep clean!”

Then he started to explain in detail what all his surely over 100 products did.

I knew for a good polished look you needed a lot of products but, never in my life I would have expected that many, just for a look…

Will it be worth all the effort?

As he finished explaining the process he handed me a towel, soft, large and clean.

He hurried out with all the paint and chemicals he was mixing. And left me alone in

the bathroom. I locked the door and stood with exact 35 cleaning products in front of

my pedes.

Now I was alone.

Slowly I took every piece of armoury off I had on my body. Except of my mask. It was an unremovable part of mine. I needed it on to forget, to banish, to delete.

Shaking off my thoughts I view my own bare frame on the mirror walls, for the first time, I really saw myself. In the past I just ignored me and didn’t care. But this time it felt different.

Scars covered my body, they appeared like bold brush strokes. Even if my natural plate colour was red, my colour beneath was pitch black. Shining in the light. Defining my muscular frame…did I ever look so muscular before? Why did I never notice?

A thought so rapid, crossed my mind. It came flying out of nowhere and it wasn’t invited to be hurling inside my head. But still I was kinda thankfull for it.

Will Prima like me the way I am, the way I look like? So much time has passed. We weren’t the closest but, does he still remember me?

Prima

His angelical voice haled through my audials.

His face projected inside my mind, his perfect features. His perfect eyes. His perfect nose. His gentle lips. His soft plates. His shiny winglike audials.

 He was perfect.

WHY DO I FEEL THAT FOR PRIMA FOR PRIMUS SAKE?! WE HAD PLENTY OF TIME DURING THE WAR TO INTERACT. BUT WHY NOW?!WHY DO I FEEL THIS FOR HIM RIGHT NOW;wait nononononnoonoononononononononnonono

Energon ran through me like I was doing exercises. I felt and excitement sprinting through my veins. All the sudden I felt aroused. Feeling how pressure from down below started to rise, I dared to look down.

Nonnonononononoo, no nooo not now.

My spike was slightly bent up and hard. Veins to popped out and I started to sweat in despair. Heat wrapped my body tight, trapping me in this status.

My vents started to exhale heavily, and I was helpless what to do.

BY PRIMUS NOOOOOO

(Notes from the authorrr : Ok guys you can crucify me now)

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I got no deleted scene or cut off dialog but here is a funny extra scene:

POV: meggs mind

ok first rinse then cleanser then rinse. Then moist, wait a some time. then rinse again. The body scrub , whats a body scrub? is this thing?

No its finishing cream. is it that? No its- Wait what?

Cleanser for the face?

You don't do that with soap?

Why for only the face? This is all too complicated!

Oh theres is the scrub I think. No, it's 'face peeling, scrub cream'

WHATS EVEN THE DIFFERENCE? ITS BOTH FOR SCRUBBING!

Chapter Text

Pov: Zeta

I care for my siblings. I love them at all cost. I‘d do anything for them.

But until which point will I do anything for them? Until what point is enough, enough? Will there be ever an enough? Or is the line so invisible that I can’t see it untill it is too late?

Pov: Amalgamous

They all planned to go. I trotted behind them until I realized something or better said someone I totally forgot due the stress.

Megatronus! He is still inside!

And before I could even say a word Quintus already deactivated the traking system and hissed at us in despear:

„We have now less than a half a cycle to leave the territory. All follow me who desires to go!“

Onyx and Micronus transformed and raced into the sky as if their lives hang onto them. I wished to follow but I knew what would happen if I did. Feeling Quintus servo on my shoulder, I felt guilty.

„Megatronus is still in there Quintus.“

„It will be our only chance to escape.“

„I don‘t know what is going on inside that tower but all I know is that he is suffering for our mistakes.“

Quintus chewed on his cracked lips. His faced was covered with dirt, blood and fatigue.

I saw in his gaze how tired he was, tired of the abuse, tired beeing trown down again, again and again onto the ground by the same ,who claimed to be their only thing we’ll ever have.

I was worn out of this living nightmare too.

But I just could not leave our brother behind.

The manipulation and brainwash he was exposed to, might have burned deep into his processor. But I was conscious  he suffered too. He might not WANT to see it but I knew deep down in his spark he was aware how abyssal and abominal everything was.

„Be quick. I can not take any suffering anymore.“

“Where will you go?”

”Anywhere ” 

Then he transformed and shot into the sky. Joining the stars and hugging the painless freedom of the never-ending cosmos. They were safe now, hopefully.

Good luck my beloved brothers, may Megatronus and I join you one day.

Then I took all my strength and pulled myself together.

There‘s  only one bot now, that needs my help.

I changed into my alt form and whizzed away.

I stepped inside the tower of Megatronus. Two giant tired guards with an almost lifeless sight, custode the doors to the stairs. They crossed their sharp spears right infront of me.

„ I demand immediately to let me through.“

With a flat voice, almost as if their desire of life was non-existent one responded:

„The bearer of the Anti Matrix forbid us to let anyone through.“

Rage started to cook inside of me, but I held it back.

„I demand to let me trough, I am still your authority.“

„We are forbidden to do so.“

An anger I never felt before rushed through me. Filling me up with a desire. A Desire for blood, for power and control.

What the heck am I doing? Why am I feeling like this? 

I took back control of myself, somehow. And asked again the guards.

They weren‘t unaware what was happening. Feeling their fear in the air ,made me feel bad. It made me feel like a monster again. It reminded me what I was. What I was born for.

An abomination .

A failure of manufacture.

An amalgamation.

I‘ve lost myself again! Amalgamous concentrate! You don't have that much time left!

„ I wont ask again.“ and as some divine intervention came in between . A shockwave resonated from above. The guards both deactivated all the sudden, and fell dead onto the ground.

I an instant I felt how my body melted. My mind twisted itself, cracked up and fell into pieces. My optic imploded and my audials exploded. I felt my blood freezing up and crystalizing, growing out of my skin plates and falling out on the ground.

All this didn‘t happen but at the same time they did.

What was that!!!

Only with shacky knees I could stand up and a stream of adrenalin shoot through me. I sprinted up the stairs not knowing when to stop, rushing through until I reached the sealing. In an instant I stopped. My spark pumped energon like never before. I felt fear. I feared that a scene of tragedy might await me behind these doors.

I pulled the door handle and I was prooven wrong. It wasn‘t a tragedy, it was the most cold, pure horror.

Pov: Zeta

„Metroplexus, can we count on your participation in the next battle?“,in my procesor, inside a deep meditation, I tried to link in with the spiritual system of the enormous resting titan right beneath me.

„The last battle we almost won, but if we just had a tiny bit more help next time we encounter them. We might win this war against Unicron  and his five anti-Primes!"

Still no response

Frustated I bit on my tounge, trying hard not to start swearing right in front of one of the mightiest titans Primus has.

„I apologize if my tone towards you is a little more inappropriate, but the fight might be won if you would aid us“-

MY STATUS IS FRAGILE ZETA PRIME.

LET ME REST IN MY SLUMBER AND LET ME BE.

I AM TIRED.

I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING.

„But Metraplexus, if we have a chance why won‘t-„

PRIMUS GIFTED HIS FIRSTBORN AN ITEM OF POWER.

AN ITEM SO MIGHTY IT HAS THE ABILITY TO KILL TITANS.

AND GODS.

WHY WON'T HE USE THE POWER?

IF THE CARRIER OF THE ANTIMATRIX USES THIS GIFT.

WHY DOESN‘T PRIMA PRIME USE HIS-

„Because HE is not the matrix wielder anymore!“

WHAT

I heard Metroplexus voice shatter. A click long he kept silent, but then once again he began to speak in a mighty and throaty voice. Making the psychic room tremble and giving me chills.

Showing the power he held alone.

PRIMA PRIME. THE FIRST. MADE TO BE THE MATRIX CARRIER AND TO DESTROY UNICRON, HAS NOT THE MATRIX? THE CHOSEN ONE BY PRIMUS HIMSELF?

“Exact”

THEN WHO HAS IT NOW? THE MATRIX CANNOT BE DESTROYED OR BANISHED OUT OF EXISTENCE BY A MERE SEMMIMORTAL. ONLY GODS ARE ABLE TO DESTROY IT.

Taking a deep breath I tried to seek for words to explain the enormous warrior the situation.

How am I going to do this without him crushing me into pieces?

ZETA PRIMA. CITY SPEAKER OF THE EIGHT PRIMES. TELL ME THE TRUTH OR I SHALL NEVER ALLOW YOU TO LINK IN WITH ME EVER AGAIN. I DEMAND FOR ANSWERS.

I stared into the endless darkness, no idea what to say next. Or to do. Guilt built up inside me.

“Metraplexus”

I started, and I felt his powerful EM field filled with curiosity and also concern.

I opened carefully my chest showing him the truth.

“I am the matrix carrier now”

HOW. WHY ZETA? AND HOW DID PRIMUS ALLOW THIS? PRIM-

„Very simple. He didn‘t“

Pov: Amalgamous

He laid there.

Not dead, not alive.

Just existing.

Not even beeing aware, I was there.

Naked. All his armour plates laid everywhere.

His Body bloody scrached. His face too.

His claws dirty of his own blood.

Bathing in his own blood, tears and vomit.

Bare, on the cold ground.

His mask laid onfront my feet

His vents heavily breathing and his eyes hollow.

Megatronus…what happened to you?….

I was paralyzed.

I could not move.

Horrified by the view.

Instinctively I stepped back.

I wanted to throw out too.

I wanted to run and delete my memory.

I wished I never came in.

I wished I died with the guards before.

Shivering I stared into the frame I saw.

A frame I was supposed to know but couldn‘t recognise.

Abruptly, a sound came out of his Vocals.

Quiet, broken, fragile and croaking.

I barely noticed it.

Shivering I stared into the frame I saw.

A frame I was supposed to know but couldn‘t recognise.

Abruptly, a sound came out of his Vocals.

Quiet, broken, fragile and croaking.

I bearly noticed it.

„Please….don‘t….leave….me…“

Not knowing where the power came from I took a step towards him. Almost sneaking.

Kneeling before him scanned him carefully.

No deadly wounds, but deep scratches.

His eyes were swollen and attempts of ripping them off, were noticeable.

I was unsure what to do.

He was in such a fragile state, he seemed like he could deactivate any moment…

I tried to lift him up but his massive near dead frames was too heavy for me. All I was able to do was dragging him across the room.

Out of his own puddle of misery.

I tried to pull up myself together and at least say something, but all that came out was a cracky, silent whisper.

„Tronus…“

„is he…gone…?“,

Megatronus mumbled again. His voice was hurt and I heard the pain sickering out of him.

I took all my strength and responded in the softest tone I could.

„Yes Tronus. He is.“

He exhaled out of his squeaking broken vents with relieve, and closed his undercharged optics.

I didn‘t know what happened but I also didn‘t want to.

Deep down.

I know you hide a reason…for sorrow

„Megatronus.“ nothing else escaped my vocals, my throat was sore. My voice was shacky

„I am so sorry.“

My system started to crash and tears started to flow out of my optic. Like an endless river of misery.

„Forgive me.“

We are the same…you and I….

We left you…feeling betrayed…

We both knew what it takes to survive…

survive

Survive

SURVIVE

WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE. OUT OF THIS,  QUICKLY THE HACK OF QUINTUS IS JUST TEMPORARY.

I instantly wished my tears away. Suppressing the feeling.

I felt anxious and rushed, but at the same time I couldn‘t just start to panic with the half dead, bare Megatronus on my lap.

I was at a loss. Not knowing even WHAT to do. I looked around in distress. But all I saw was Megatronus ripped out armoury and some completely destroyed furniture.

Wait! The dark energon! But…no Unicron will be able to track us down with the dark energon!

But I can‘t even lift Megatronus, how will I be even able to carry him away? And the only one who is able to take dark energon without going insane is Megatronus.

But first I need to give him some dignity,

thats all I can do first.

He cannot stay in this state.

Looking down again I observed his resting frame. His facial expression’s seemed to calm down a little and he seemed to feel…secure and safe…

I very gentle and cautious laid his head off my lap. Careful not to accidentally harming him.

Tip toe I sneaked to his window and ripped out some of the dark, satin like curtains. A loud ‘RIIIISSSSS’ made me flinch and made Megatronus groan in pain. I band the piece of cloth around his hip and I could recognize even in his almost closed eyes, a faint of relieve and gratitude.

Kneeling in front of him I facepalmed in blank desperation.

“Megatronus…how should I get you out of here? Just how?”

“Leave…me…..I…am sorry.”

“NO, No no. I will never leave your side in this condition! Never! I left you behind, and that is what happened! This is my fault! This is all my fault! Never! Never again I promise that my brother!”

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Well heres nothing but a fun fact: I heard for the Amalgamous parts scylla from Epic and daddy issues from the neibourhood. Like the whole time while writting Amalgmaous angst parts.

Chapter Text

POV: Megatronus

„ IF YOU WONT STOP MOVING YOULL LOOK LIKE A SPOTTED CREATURE!! STAND STILL BY PRIMUS SAKE AND LET ME PAINT!!!”, shrieked Amalgamous in outrage. He normally was a bot of a quiet and friendly temper, but once he gets angry or frustrated, he could transform into a very snappy and moody individual.

“sorry…”

He huffed and dipped the brush into the bowl full of blue paint. The colour applied on my armour, shone on the light in the middle of his room.

Most of my frame has already been painted over with colour.
 Amalgamous applied it pretty thick…Will it work just the way it should? Well, I guess so. I sure hope so, he read the instructions. I guess.

“Amalgamous? May I ask you something?”

“Yeah Meggs just in a click.”- then he stroke over with his brush a last time on the final uncoloured spot left. He relaxed his arms and fell backwards right into a small stool, as if he finished a monstrous task. Well, it was a monstrous task.

“Seven. Whole. Packages! Seven whole. Packages of the most expensive paintjob colour on whole Cybertron!! Royal blue baby!!! This look is more worth than half of my dragon figure collection! And I sent Soundwave to go and get more, poor bot! hehe!”

“Amalgamous?”

“Oh sorry Tronus! I totally forgot, what did you wanna ask again?”

I hesitated because of the absurdity of the question but at the end, I did ask:

“Do you think it will really suit me, like if I look in the mirror I look…”-“Like A GODDAMM GEM DAWLING!”

He strutted to the other side and looked me into my eyes.

He seems proud that he did it himself, but I am still pretty unsure. I just have that feeling something is off… From faded dark reddish to a strong royal blue. Is that even possible?  W ell I am not the expert.

“ Meggs, I look into your eyes, and the only thing I see is concern! Trust me! I always paint myself! And never anything went wrong! And OOOOOO I didn’t tell you, I just texted Soundwave to get some gold foils so we can apply them too. What do you think?”

“I guess we’ll look fancy??”, a bit baffled I raised a brow. Not knowing if answered right.

“Exactly! Come on where is you anticipation? It’ll be like a surprise!”

“But do you believe it’ll really work out? I mean between red and blue is a giant gape and what if they mix?”-“Nah, it sure wont-“ A loud knocking resonated through the room and Amalgamous hushed over. He opened it and Soundwave with a full bag came in.

“Here are the products that you have asked for Sir.”

“Thank you a lot Soundwave! Did you have any difficulties on your way?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good! Can I ask you for a favor then? Only one last time, then you can go and rest if you like!”

“Affirmative”

“Can you please set a timer, ten breems ( 83 minutes ) please? I cannot touch anything; I need to wash my servos thoroughly first; they are full of fresh paint!”

“Affirmative”

While Amalamous and Soundwave (even as Amalgamous told him he should go home) were silently cleaning and listening to a radio podcast, I felt how the time moved.

I felt how the paint started to dry out and stick onto my plates. I saw how the colour slowly but surely changed… But instead of a stronger or more vibrant colour, it became… darker?

And then, after an eternity. The timer went off and Amalgamous indicated me to wash off all the set colours.

“Don’t you worry! Colour always changes after a certain time! Just wash it off and you’ll see your true colours!”

So I stepped again into the bathroom and locked it. I went inside the shower and let the whole paint wash off. The feeling of the warm hydrogen oxide on my plates was calming, but at the same time weird, having my whole armour on inside the shower. But still, I felt how each drop fell on me, was caressing me, and soothing me. I held my face against the stream letting it wash away all my concerns.

The ball. I don’t know even how to dance, how should I even participate? And if everybody will be there, will he be there too? What will he think of me? Will he still think the same he thought about me long time ago? Will he think I stayed the same?

After I was finished I went out off the cabin: I felt like I was newborn, recreated and resculptured. But then I looked into the mirror…I gasped and almost fainted….

“AMALGAMOUS”

Not even a nanoclick later I heard his loud steps outside.

With his whole strength he punched several holes into the door, demolishing it. Metal flew around and he changed his form to squeeze himself through those holes. On his helmet was a half glued goldfoil hanging down.

“What happened-OH BY PRIMUS!!!! YYOU ARE , YOU ARE-”

I wanted to scream from the top of my lungs, but all came out was a silent whisper.

“purple”

POV: Prima

( a little time jump)

“Onyx, Solus what do you think?”

“Uhm I’d take the white golden one to be honest, it gives more contrast.”

“Yeah, this one is ok. But I’d think too the white one would suit you more”

“Okay!”

Inside the closet I took out a white, six button tailcoat out of a cloak hanger and put it on. It was hand measured and still, after all this time it fitted me well. I gently fold the other teal blue coat and put it aside.

Everyone will attend at this ball. You are surely going to have fun! But remember…be careful, bots can change with the time. Either in a good or a bad way.

“So what do you think about this?”

“Yes this one! This one is great!”

Solus nodded. Then she took something out of her Pocket. A small shiny box. Curiosity ran through my veins fast as a race car.

“Hey Prima, I almost forgot I got here something for you. Wait.”

Onyxs eyes widened, and he gasped loudly. His tail started to swing like wild and his wings tensed.

“By Primus you didn’t! You didn’t-”

“Heck yeah I did my friend. For what other reason did you think I spent so much time in my privat forge? “

“ITHOUGHYOUWEREJUSTDOINGSOMETHINGOCCASIONAL”

“Wait guys I don’t know the context, can someone explain it to me please?”

Solus just smiled and handed me over the box. Now , as she habded me over it, I saw how much damage her hands have handled all these years at the forge. They were damaged, burned and some parts seemed like the paintjob were starting to peel off.

She did all of this just make her dream come true.

Just to bring to the world wonders that only existed in her imagination.

Marvels beyond comprehension.

And now I hold one of them, hidden inside a box on my servos.

“Solus dear you don’t have-“, “Nah come on Prima, gift is gift. I worked really hard on this one. You have been always such a good friend too us. So thats just the bare minimum I could do.” Solus put her servo on one of my shoulders and gifted me a friendly and sincere smile.

With new gathered strength I decided to open the box, and as if I was staring into the Primus own eyes, a beam of light radiated from it. For a click I had to look away not to blind myself but once the energy beam lost a bit of its power.
I was left speechless.

“It‘s…“

I have never seen something as beautifull as this my whole life…Solus…you are really a master of arts…

„Beautiful…Solus.“

Inside the box laid a large, chain like audial drops ( I guess something like earrings) pair. I took them out carefuly, vigilant not to damage the priceless jewelry. Their chains were formed like golden tears and in the light they radiated like the golden lights of Iacon itself. At the ends they had each a magnet with complex geometrical structures. I was a masterpiece. And held it on my hands.

”I-I am not worthy of this Solus!-“,” Hey, if you wouldnt be worthy I wouldn’t have done it and giftet it to you.”

Onyx, finally freed from his paralysis, spoke up enthusiastically with a shrill tone:” Prima come on! Try them on!!! I wanna see!!”

Slowly and carefully I gave them to Solus and she attached them to my wing like aerolons. I heard the first clicking sound as they attached. They felt cold and a bit heavy but I was more than over the moons to finally see them on my audials.

”I thought of maybe making them like you could wear them differently, every time you put them on. But this way I attached them now is only one of a lot different options.”

”Solus, I don’t know how to thank you..”

”You’re welcome brother, you more than deserved it!”

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I just realized it now that A WHOLE PART FROM THIS CHAPTER WAS MISSING BECAUSE AO3 LAGGED BUT I CANT REMEMBERR IT QUIET RIGHT AAAAHHH: I wrote this on my phone right on ao3 but ill try my best to recreate it soon

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POV: Megatronus

“Well, I gotta say… the colour suits you well Tronus.”

The heavy silence made the scene even more uncomfortable than it already was. The tension laid keen in the air. Cutting off words that wanted to escape my mind and slip into reality. Still being angry at Amalgamous for his “glow up”, I just gave him sharp a look. It made him flinch and frown, he tipped nervously with his needle like digits on the table.

Look at me! I look ridiculous! What are the others going to say! I will be the laughter at the scene! A clown!

-THE TAKE OFF HAS BEEN COMPLETED PLEASE SEAT BACK AND RELAX: HOURS UNTILL ARRIVAL WITHOUT COMPLICATIONS: TEN-

Great. I am stuck now here with this buddle wrecked nerves in this plane for at least half a cycle! Thank you, Primus!

Doors from another room shot open. Steps followed and tuned the hissing sound over. Soundwaves frame strolled over, and he stepped on a small near by step to be able to reach our visibility.

“Lord Amalgamous, you have received an income call from -““Oh really? Thank you, Soundwave! I’ll be on my way. Don’t worry!”

And like as if it was liberation. Amalgamous stood up and strode away as fast as possible.

I was left alone with Soundwave in the room. It was too small for my shape. I needed to bent a bit to not hit my helmet with the ceiling.

I will have SUCH bad back pain after that…Primus…

“Sir, do you not like your costumed made seat?”

COSTUME MADE?!?!??!I CAN BARELY FIT INTO THIS CRAP!!!

“Soundwave.”, my voice was quiet, almost not hearable. But with a pinch of menace, anger and irritation. Enough to make him widen his eyes under his visor and make him sweat. I felt his EM field producing an aura of fear that spread around the room.

“Y-yes my lord?”, he tried to hide his fear, but it was impossible.

“Next time I shall travel. I demand for more space, do you understand?”
“As you demand, Sir.”

Good

I felt how my body stated to ache from all the tension, so I tried to stretch. My squeezed legs, my bent back and my tensed shoulders. But all I archived was hitting my head against the ceiling of the plane.

Scraaap I hate this. I hate small places. I hate-

“Sir.”

SOUNDWAVE. WHAT. DO. YOU WANT!

“Due to your attendance at the ball and the length of the flight, I downloaded some lessons of dancing that are performed at a so-called classical ball paré. I suggest playing them on the screen so you might be entertained during the flight.”

“You assume I cannot dance?!”, Okay I cannot dance, I have two left peds.

I tried to rise my chest to look at least a bit imposing, but again I hit my head. I heard a very silent and oppressed chuckle from Soundwave but then he silenced as he saw my angry expression.

“No Lord Megatronus, it only was a suggestion.”

“Fine, play it.”

“As you wish my lord.”

The screen turned on as Soundwave pressed a button and it showed and image of two bots standing right in front of each other. One bowed deeply and the other just did a little curtesy. Curious I saw how they put their servos on each other’s shoulder plates and with the other side they folded their servos.  Then they started dancing, and coloured steps were shown on a tiny square on one corner of the screen.

Blue were the steps of the bot in the right and green of the left one.

First, they danced slow, showcasing how the dance steps go. They seemed simple and I tried to memorize them in an instant. The music was calm, soothing and hypnotic. They started to dance more and more fast. In their fast pace they harmonized and complemented each other’s steps as if their coordination was natural. Looking deeply into each other’s eyes and reading their thoughts like soulmates. Created for each other. Born to dance together a symphony written only for them.

Deep inside of me I felt a sudden emotion. It was a mix of fascination and envy. Fascination of the two being able to perform something like that with such ease and envy because…I don’t know…

POV: Prima

“So the guest just have arrived? That’s nice! I’d like to go and greet them but…I think I should let them rest first. They probably had a difficult arriving. But still I thank you for telling me Sentinel!”

I heard how Sentinel hung up the connection and I sat again to help Solus with her hair.

“So Alpha, Micronus and just arrived. Only Nexus, Liege, Amalgamous, Alchemist, Quintus and Megatronus missing.”

“Well Prima, I need to add that Nexus and Liege are going by train so we might wait for them the longest.” Solus mentioned. She was polishing some of her self-made silvery bracelets, complex mandalas were carved into them. And the polished ones shone glamorous in the light.

“Yeah but I believe, and hope, he will arrive just in time. They both weren’t never the ones of arriving late.” I giggled.

I already see the picture of Liege nagging to Nexus because why they just couldn’t take a shuttle. They are both such a comedic duo.

“I just called Amalgamous, he’s told me that they will arrive in a click.”

“And does anybody know about Alchemist and Quintus?”

Onyx and Solus shook their heads but after a click, Onyx eyes sparkled again.

“But I know something ABOUT them”

“Oooo tell us comme on!”
“Onyx please tell us the tea!”

He very loudly cleared his throat. But just before he could even say a word. Someone knocked on the door.

Onyx was the first to be on his pedes and open. I turned my head curious and saw Zeta.

Zeta? Aren’t you supposed to get ready soon? The ball will start in about 3 hours.

“Prima may I ask for a word please?”, her voice was ringing and like always confident. But there was something hidden behind those curtains of self-confidence. Her eyes looked down at me with a look of worriedness and a lot self-discipline.

What’s wrong? Why are you like that all the sudden?

“Yes of course, Onyx can you please take my place if possible?”

“Uh yeah ok.”, and as I passed, I could see the same questions reflecting on Onyx gigantic magenta eyes.

Outside Zeta instructed me to follow her with a simple servo gesture. And as we walked through she always kept looking outside the window at the lively city right in front of us.

“Prima, you still know these creatures I did tell you about some time ago?”

“Yes, I do remember, they threatened us with war, didn’t they?”

She stopped and an unsettling feeling filled me. A knot tied itself inside my chest and I felt like my spark was about to fall off onto the ground.

“Yes, they did.” She paused, as if she needed it for looking after words inside her shattered mind:” Prima, we are not ready for another war yet. Our forces are weak. The titans are asleep, and Primus left us with a matrix I cannot…”she sobbed but she buried it again quickly and closed her eyes to not built-up tears. “Prima, brother. I need your help. I need his help. You alone can link him.”

“Zeta…”, I walked to her and hugged her tightly. And she bursted into tears. Lapis lazuli blue drops fell to the ground. Staining the marble white floor. We styed like this for like a felt eternity, then she got off the hug and wiped away her tears.

“Zeta I will try my best. I promise. Everything is going to be alright again, there is a reason we are thirteen now. I am sure we all will fight along your side, just like we once did.”

A broken smile cracked on her lips, and I hugged her again.

“You are a good leader Zeta, don’t forget that! You were the one that lead us to victory.” Her eyes darkened again

“Without the betrayal of the Anti-primes towards Unicron we might have never put an end that to horrible war. Prima, without their Anti Matrix we would have never won the war. It was not because of the work of both Matrixes, but solely because of one.” I needed a click to process that. And I felt how that tie inside of me tighten. I looked at her flabbergasted and in shock. No word scaped my vocals.

“I know what your thinking Prima. I know.”

So then Unicron didn’t die?...

She put a servo on my shoulder and stared me in the eyes. Her lashes were still wet from her tears and her optics shone in the light like gems.

“The Matrix never opened to me. I keep it inside of me, even after all these years, it never accepted me. And I tried so many times; I failed so many times…It was never meant to be for me brother.”

I bit on my lower lip and crossed my arms. Pressing them very strong against my stomach.

“I am such a coward Zeta. I am weak, I will no lead anybody into prosper. i cannot Zeta-”

“Prima remember we will all stand behind you and support you.”-“But how will everyone react that we all have lied to them this whole time? How will cybertron react that this was all lying? Their hope will shatter their-“

“Their reaction is the smallest problem right now! A whole army of Quitesons are on the way to destroy us all! They aren’t interested into any deal! They want Cybertron! They want the planet and enslave the citizens with it! Our time is limited! I wanted to make a ball to distract! To distract and be able to tell the news more, smoother.”

She facepalmed and in and exhaled, I wanted to hug her but my instincts told me to let her be for a second.

Zeta, you didn’t deserve all of this. Your poor spark...

POV: Megatronus

I saw these bots dancing for hours, memorizing their moves and forgetting the time. Soundwave stood right next to me, also watching anticipated. It was a hypnotising piece of art, an expression of emotions physically. A connection held by a melody and manifested by a coordinated move.

Then after watching for hours, they separated and bowed before each other and the screen darkened. The tutorial has now ended.

All I was left behind were only thoughts and the memory of the view.

“Sir, may I ask if it did help in some way?”

“Yes Soundwave, it did.”

Thank you

I felt how Soundwave felt happy and proud for a moment. I knew below that mask he used, that he was smiling.

A beeping sound suddenly rang at Soundwaves helmet, and he held a servo right at his temple.

“Lord Megatronus, we will arrive at Iacon at about 2 hours. I would recommend you to first to poolish your paintjob and get-”

“Fine, but where is enough space here to prepare myself? In this room I cannot even stand, and the largest room here is the Luggage room.”

“Well, I’d recommend then to get ready there. As it is the most efficient and most comfortable for you.”

I do not believe it’s going to be THAT comfortable. But at least I can nearly stand there.

“Good then, so be it.”

“May I ask my lord what you are going to wear?”

“A simple large, black, one shoulder cloak. Easy to put on and to I guess to dance with too.”

“That sounds like a good choice, did lord Amalgamous assist you while choosing?”

I frowned

Amalgamous, I totally forgot you exist too. Well at least this was one of the few good choices you did recently...

“Yes.”

Then I got off the uncomfortable seat and almost squatting I tried to get out of the room without hitting my head.

“Sir may I ask you something else?”

I exhaled and turned my head around seeing his expression of curiosity lingering out of his visor.

“What now Soundwave?”

“Are you looking forward for the ball?”

That question shattered my mind.

I don’t know. Why do I not know? I am going to participate in it soon. Is it very important, to be exited for that? I do not even think I am prepared enough for that, I only saw some dances and how they were danced. I never danced before. I never had even a partner to dance for. Soon I will have…I want someone specific. Prima. Prima. Prima I want to dance with you. I want to dance with you just like these bots did.

But he wont like me. I am terrible at dancing.

He is one of the first Primes. He IS the first Prime.

What would he ever want from me? I am not even a real Prime. I have only been added to as another ‘prime’.

He is so perfect, his voice so pastoral, and his moves so elegant. What am I compared to him?

Maybe he doesn’t want to dance with me but with someone else.

Anger rose

Maybe he is already promised for someone else. Maybe that someone is in every way better than me.

What can I offer? What can I show to make him like me?

I can offer nothing. I can do nothing else than to destroy. What should someone like him want ever from me? He will hate me.

I hate this feeling. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I want to have it gone. But how?. Maybe ignoring it is a good way. Yes, if I only ignore it I maybe I will forget it and it’ll go away one day. It’s the best for me and him. He shouldn’t get to know me really, in no way. I will hurt him…I don’t want to hurt him. I-I-I,I…I hate it.

“Sir?”

“No. I do not Soundwave.”

“Why?”

“Stop harassing me with questions! And go and look for my cloak now!”

He bowed and hushed away in fear.

I scared him away, I felt horrible.

That’s the only thing I can do, scare people away. Its good, they shouldn’t get to know me. I am a monster nobody should get near a monster. Created by a malevolent god, the god of destruction. Created to destroy. Created to hurt. I do not want to hurt anybody. But with my mere existence I do…I am doomed to stay isolated for ever. I am doomed for life.

POV: Prima

I hurried through the corridors. I simply hurried, I had no destiny. I had nothing in mind. Not seeing the way before me.

I just wanted to walk the stress from before away.

You can’t just simply run away from your problems Prima. One day you’ll be tired and they will overtake you. Prima you are not-

And before I knew it, I bumped into someone. A loud bang halled through the halls as I fell on my aft. I rubbed my helmet and opened my optics sitting on the floor.

First, I wondered where the light went, then I realised I stood in a shadow.

The bot was huge, so grand he threw a shadow over me and I blushed out of embarrassment.

They are so giant, how didn’t you see them?

I wanted to apologize but I was too shocked to say anything. I looked up and stared right into their dark eyes. They glew bright beneath his dark purple mask. His shape was very wide, compact and muscular. His polished armor shone, and his golden highlights reflected the light.

His EM field was unreadable, and I was very confused about the whole situation. He looked down at me and our eyes met. I felt how an electric impulse shot through my body like I was electrocuted. But in a positive way. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t.I…simply…couldn’t. 
He then bent over and held a giant servo towards me. Without hesitation and without any thought I took it and he lifted me as if I weighted nothing. I was flabbergasted and felt helpless.

“Next time, be more careful.” 

his voice was deep and husky. Mysterious and pleasant. Elegant and royal. I could listen to him alone for eons...

I nodded wildly. Then he went around me and moved away. I turned to get one more glance, one last time.

You look familiar. I believe to know you, but from where?

“At what time does the ball begin again?” from a bit more far away he asked.

“9pm.” 

“Thank you”

Then he turned again and left me shocked.

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POV: Prima

After that roller coaster of emotions, I went back to Onix room. He was there, laying bored on his berth scrolling through a datapads.

"Solus already left, she says she wants some me time before the ball." he looked up and saw me straight in the eyes with a little worry shining through them.

"I sense your aura is a bit cracked open Prima, are you alright?" he asked carefully, I didn't know exactly how to respond properly.

so many answers wandered through my mind but none of them was the right one.

I bit on my derma and responded in a calm tone." There's nothing to worry about Onyx, I am fine."

He rolled out of his berth, stood up and walked towards me. "You are not all righty Prima, I can see that!" he put a servo on my shoulder and his magenta shining eyes showed me how concerned hewas.

You are a good friend Onyx. But the time for the truth hasn't come yet.

So, I lied:" Well Zeta told me to help Vector getting done so I went over his place, then I forgot you guys were here waiting for me. So, I went over here again."- "Ahaaaaaa, ok. Anyways, are you finished?" I hesitated for a nanoclick but since I sunk too deep into this lie, it didn't matter anymore if I lied further...Oh Primus. Forgive me my sins....

no. (in a Dorn TTS voice)

"No, I am not. I wanted to grab my stuff very quick and go over again. You know, Vector always get a bit moody if you let him wait."

"Okay…..Welp good luck then. CU later."

"See you later Onyx." Then I left the room. Curiosity got over me and I decided to really visit Vector.

While going through the corridors I noticed how the halls have become fuller. More servants and workers rushed rapid through the floor. And I walking aside, I let them rush through.

Since the ball is beginning soon, the preparations must be completed soon. Now there are 2 and half hours left, how are you feeling about this?

I shook off my thoughts from my head and entered the elevator. And as if fate played a joke, I encountered that very same bot I met before.

Awkwardly I greeted him while squeezing me into the elevator, but he didn't say a word. He just side eyed me and kept silent.

Rude!

Silence filled the room. Besides him being too wide for the lift.

Until…" You dropped this before.", he opened his giant servo, and I gasped.

Solus gift! You're a Prime of a fool Prima! A fool! How could you even loose it?

"Oh...I thank you!"

", he nodded, and I took them: "Funny how we are meeting here don't you think?"-“  Yes."

A thought snapped through my mind.

I believe I know you. But from where? You are so unfamiliar and yet so familiar at the same time.

Believe it or not, it is simpler than you might imagine.

A bing resonated indicating the Arrival to the next floor. "I guess that's my floor then, thank you for giving it me back; you wouldn't believe how much worth it has to me." He kept silently looking me into my optics; almost as if he tried to communicate with me through thoughts. Besides his dark deep eyes there was anything that was shown of his face, a big thick mask covered the mysterious figures face and left me wondering; what was hidden beneath that masquerade? Not knowing how to react to that strange gesture, I smiled nervously and rushed through the exit as the doors shot open.

The Frame stayed inside. Alone, just like before. But a different expression in bis eyes; one I couldn't decipher.

I shoot off again the nasty nagging thoughts off my head and kept moving forwards.

As finally arriving before Vectors room doors, I hesitated. I forgot why I was here again, I forgot why I came here in first place, I forgot-

"Will you come in here or will you just stare at my door?”

surprised by Vector opening the door before me, and wondering why he knew I was just right in front of bis room

I nodded rapidly.

He let me through, and I sighted heavily.

It has been a weird, exhausting day, hasn't it been my dear?

Please shut up.

POV: Megatronus

I didn't plan it at all. I didn't intend to take his jewellery when he fell onto the ground and not give it back, heck I didn't even know he wanted to EXACTLY take the SAME elevator as I did and MEET ME there. But in the other hand it was the best that could have happened .

EVER

I didn't need his jewellery at all; what should I even have started with that? Nothing. That's what I could have done with that…

But maybe there was indeed a tiny benefit...I was able to have a sort of conversation with him...a sort of...

ARG I AM SO STUPID, WHY DID I SAY ANYTHING AT ALL. NO WONDER HE GOT SCARED AT ALL IN THE END. WHAT WILL HE THINK OF ME??

The scenery of him rushing out of the lift, made me crush hard my dentae cringing.

"Are you alright my lord? I sense you being very agitated.", Soundswave saved me from my-self so I quickly answered." yes Soundwave I am, and now keep polishing my helmet, I need to look radiant."

"As you command Sir."

As Soundwave kept polishing my helmet gently, and my thoughts soothed.

"Soundwave."

"Yes my lord?"

"Do you have any information about the ball? Did you acknowledge anything, that I might have missed during my absence?"

"Only a few minor news."

"Tell me then."

"First of all, lord Nexus Prime and lord Liege Maximo have finally arrived after a heavy delay. To give them some extra time did Queen Zeta decide to delay the ball for an hour. Another thing is that-"

Only unimportant stuff…ugh. I started to regrett I even called him out to list all the things…

After an eternity he finally came to an end.

“Sir, I got a message from Amalgamous that he needs my assistance-“

“Go if you like. I will be fine.”

He got off the tiny stool, bowed and rushed away.

I got up and observed myself in the mirrow, I still needed some time to adjust to my need appearance. Even though it only was a change of paintjob, I looked like a very different person.

It was difficult to recognize myself.

The golden accents on my cheek, my different colour.

It felt weird and refreshing at the same time.

Maybe you weren’t that wrong Amalgamous…maybe this was a happy accident…

The purple really suited my cloak…I felt somewhat that would be called…confident?

For the first time ever, I could see into my own picture and feel sort of proud.

What a strange feeling…

Will the others think the same as I do? Or will they think otherwise? Will they even notice a chance or will they oversee it? What will Prima think? What has he maybe thought of me?

I felt how I sunk again into my own thoughts. Annoyed I flapped my cloak dramatically, just to see how it looked like in the mirror.

It was funny.

And.

Fun.

Is this fun? Is this what everyone calls fun?

This is stupid. Why am I doing this?!

Anger and ashamed of myself of doing such a sparkilish gesture I strutted out of my room.

It might be wise to get a little walk to cool down…

POV : Prima

“Primus! Look at yourself! You can not show up like that Vector! Have you done to yourself? And did you even shower properly, or did even you even shower at all?!”

“ I should have shut the door.”

“Come on Vector! Let me help you! Be grateful! At least I can fix this mess!”

I inspected Vector from ped to helmet. He had dirt, scratches and some glowy, slimy spots.

VECTOR WHAT THE FU*K ?! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN THAT YOU LOOK LIKE THIS !!!

You look like you were dragged out from a black hole or-

I felt like I was going to get a stroke.

Okay, okay I need to calm down first. Then PLAN how to even START. Then actually START.

I inhaled deeply and exhaled.

“Vector my dear, where have you been and WHAT did you do to look like this? I didn’t even notice that you even left your room today after the dinner.”

“Uhhh”

He hesitated, and shruncked. I raised an eyebrow, trying to squeeze out the truth out of him.

“Erm actually I was cleaning the toilet.”

Why?!

“And the toilet has grown arms and claws to defend itself too? Is that the reason you got scratches everywhere? “

“No, nononono I… I tripped yes I tripped.”

I held my digits on my frown forehead, trying to not crash out or start laughing like a maniac.

“Vector my dearest little brother…you know EXACTLY that the ball begins soon and you want to SHOW UP LIKE THIS?!”

“I can shower fast.”

“Do it now young bot! You haven’t even got the suit you are supposed to wear ready!!”

He screamed out of the bathroom as he ran in:

“Don’t call me young! We are supposed to be the same age!”

This is so ridiculous

“I think I’ll need to iron his suit by myself then. The servants and Sentinel have better things to do than helping this infant to get ready in last minute!”

“I HEARED THAT”

“GO AND SHOWER NOW! RAPID! WE DONT HAVE THAT MUCH TIME LEFT!”

Chapter Text

POV: Prima 

„You look so neat! Vector don’t put up that mood, smile more brother!“Giggeling a bit I looked at both of us in the mirror. 
Vectors, now shiny, grumpy face was hilarious.

He was dressed in a dark suit with a red bow tie.

”This tie…its strageling me.”

he pulled a bit on the tie, and bit annoyed I straightened it.

„Don’t fumble at your tie Vector, I really begged you not to.“

He puffed and I chuckeled. 

The whole situation was funny and I even saw a glimpse of a smile on his face. Until…

His face became serious all the sudden.
„Prima, can I ask you something?“ 

surprised I opened my eyes,and stopped polishing his helmet with a piece of cloth.

„what is the matter dear?“

“Why are you helping me?”

"What?"

why are you asking this?

"I mean yeah some servants or vihecons could do the job. But why did you decide to help me in first place, you weren't obligated to do anything for me at all"

"Well-"I paused for a moment, thinking what I should say next:" Well first of all, they all are too busy right now, secondly I was obligated to get you ready because...that's what siblings do for each other."

„Aha ok. Well then, can you please stop? I feel as if you polish off my painjob.“

“nonsense!“

”But you are! I feel it!” 

POV: Megatronus

I wandered a good while. Walking down the hall, feeling the air making my  cloak flatter and observing the expressions of Primus newest creations freeze everytime I passed by. I knew my presence was meant to terrorize, to warn and to frighten the enemy. But, so did my big ‘advantage’ scare every bot away that was in my radius.

Some did just jump out of my way while others just stepped aside and bowed deeply. With panic staining their EM-Field. Not daring to even look up a little.

It was a mix of respect and fear.

And I wasn’t sure if to see this as a good thing or not.

I stop and looked around, realizing I was…lost.

Just keep walking, maybe you get to a familiar place and or see Soundwave or Amalgamous. They might help.

The feeling of something tiny grabbing my calf made me flinch. I looked instantly down, and seeing a little sparkling to my surprise, barely holding itself on it’s pedals, supported the weight of it’s body on me.

I paralyzed instantly. I have never been a child so close. It seemed so incredibly fragile, with its small limbs and big, shiny, round eyes. The colours have not been fully developed but stains of red and black were visible on its chest and helmet. While it’s little arms showed a bit of blue and their wings shone in a pure, snow white. It’t smile was wide on the tiny bright silvery face. But with a firery spark burning on it’s yellow eyes.

“You are as bold as you look like, aren’t you? Daring to come near a real prime.”

They are so small, so fragile and so innocent.

I bent down, carefully to not scare the kid. It instantly clinged on my servo as I held it towards its direction, he didn’t show any sign of fright, and yet its expressions only brightened up as I held it up. Holding it between my arms. 

Sweet warmth fired up in my spark. And without realizing I started smiling. Beaming with pure, true happiness. Vigilant not to squeeze it to harshly I held it closer and it hugged back.

Trapped in this cloud I didn’t want to let loose of the embrace. But a shrill, shriek of a femme, chucked me out of the surreal feeling. I twisted around to look where the scream has come from. To my right, a tall femme was standing stiff and in shock. Her eyes where wild, angry and worried at the same time. Shinning in the same yellow as that from the little one.

Other two little children were clinging on both of her legs. Hiding behind her shyly. Only glimpsing curiously once or twice before disappearing behind her again. I could barely recognise their pattern but as it seemed, one was purple and the other a light shade of blue. Interesting, jet triplets.

Never challenge a carrier protecting it’s sparklings. Never.

“Carrier!”

I let the child go and run to its carrier, who welcomed it with opened arms. Strocking its helmet intensively while Again, I felt how another smiled cracked under my mask.

“Oh my sweetest Star! There you are! DO NOT DO THAT EVER AGAIN! DID YOU LISTEN LITTLE MECH??”

“Yes carrier.”

She started to walk away, not daring to even glance once again.

But the little one did, as he followed his mother and sibling down, he turned around and waved with its tiny hand.

I waved back and I felt how a tear formed on a corner of my eye. The warmth around my spark melted away as they became smaller and smaller walkin through the corridor.

And as they were gone, I stood up again. Lost in though I wasn’t sure what I am going to do now. Wiping the little tear away.

Why wasn’t it afraid of me? How did it not feel fear?

Another servo touched me on my shoulder. I felt how the long, sparse digits squeezed my shoulder armour, and I bent my head. Confirming my theory who that might be.

„Here you are handsome devil, I was searching for you!”

“I thought you were busy with your friends.” I spat out, all the warmth from before gone with the child.

He only scuffed crossing his arms and rolling his eye.

“Silly you! Come on we will be walking in soon, we should hurry. Are you ready?”

He held me a servo, but this time I got up all by myself.

I gazed from above down to Amalgamous. Seeing him for the first time again since we split into our rooms. He looked quite elegant, wearing a black suit with a golden tie. Matching with his eye. His polished armour shone bright and reflected my own face.

Thinking of a suiting compliment I kept my vocals shut. But before I could think of one was Amalgamous already on his way to the main hall. I hurried like a puppy to keep on track of him.

We walked a while, silent. Until we heard a familiar voice calling. A voice I haven’t heard a long, long time ago. Joy made its way up and again I smiled.

“Megatronus! Amalgamous! My brothers!”, greeted Quintus loudly. Her claw like legs made a loud noise as she was walking fast to us. Sounding like an ocean of scraplets was charging against us. Greeting us with her arms open.  

To an eye of a normal bot she might have looked like a weird crossbreed of a cyberspider and a normal bot. But it was the way she was born. With a rather usual upper body and spider-like, pointed legs. Another thing that might have appeared unusual was the extra pair of eyes she had. Glowing yellow and cheerful.

A lot has improved since the war has ended.

“Quintus! Sister! Oh how much I have missed you!” Amalgamous stepped froward and returned Quintus the hug. With one of his other hands in the back he waved me to come closer and join. I only shook my head, giving away the offer they gave me. One part on me screamed for touch, warmth and care. But the other side, the other side dismissed it. Disgusted by the stew of emotions. Distant and vigilant.

A voice. Raspy and gravely craweled up. Grabbing the back of my helmet and growling silently into my audials. A memory. A memory I that resurrected from the dead. A memory I buried long ago, hoping for it to never crawl up again. Never. Ever.

Emotions only lead up to weakness, they fog your mind, distract you and leave after a while.

They will leave you defeated, craving for more.

 More until you reached the top.

 And then, then they all will betray you. Leave ashamed of you

Since you don’t wield the strength, you had before.

They only use you as a weapon for their own benefit.

Everybody is on their own on this world my son, don’t forget that.

So, why not return the favour and betray them back?

Hurt them as they hurt you

-never, I would never.

Lie to them as they lied to you.

-silence you.

Leave them, leave them, as they left you to rot in here

-be gone, be gone. Off my mind, you.

Dearest son of my. My spark, my brightest light, my creation so pure. Tell me, where have your siblings gone?

Please.

I am just a sire, a sire worried for his children.

-you will never know.

Oh, don’t be rude to your creator. You aren’t like these heinous, traitorous, abdominal and greedy creatures you call your siblings, aren’t you?

Tell me where they have gone!

-Don’t you ever talk to them like that!

Don’t you see you hurt me too with your words?!!

You think you are something better than anyone!

Something bigger, stronger and mightier.

That’s the reason I only gave to YOU the anti-matrix. Solely to you. You my perfect creation, destroyer of gods, angels and Titans!

Tell me where have they gone! YOUR TRAITOROUS COMMARADES, THESE WALKING AMALGAMS.

TELL ME MEGATRONUS WHERE HAVE THEY GONE. DON’T FOOL ME, YOU KNOW IT, YOU KNOW EXCACTLY. IF YOU DON’T TELL ME, YOU WILL PAY FOR THEIR SINS.

“NO”

Shouting this, I came back to reality.

My servos clenched into a fist so hard they ached.

Crushing my dentae, creating an ugly, disgusting noise.

Feeling like my optics were about to pop out their sockets.

My spark bumping on high efficiency. But still I felt like my energon froze in my veins.

And shacking like a maniac. Exventing excessively and uncontrolled. The worlds around me started to blur and I started to lose control over myself.

“oh no”- “Dear what happens?”

Quintus stared helplessly with shocked wide optics and Amalgamous rushed on an instant.

Hugging me thigh I felt how his frame warmed me up. Strocking my back, relaxing and making me feel safe again.

I could really see his frame properly, just a blurred and distorted stain of bluish gray and some blackish spots. With a yellow point on top, but I still recognized Amalgamous.

Then another spot joined the embrace, an emerald one. Feeling their arms wrap around me and together building a sort of hug fortress around me.

Their EM-Fields radiating with warmth, love and protection. Stopping me from shaking and calming my spark.

Melting my frozen state up.

“Hey dr. quintus, seems like the medicine we rescripted worked on our patient.”

“Yes, he bravely took them. A big step for a big bot he is.”

My fans purred, cooling down my system from the supreme strain.

“Oh dear, do you need something? A tea perhaps?”spoke Quintus in a soft, sweet cotton voice.

I shook my head, unable to get a word of my vocals. My glossa glued to the bottom of my mouth.

“Hey Meggs, we keeping that big ol’ meanie of that helmet yeah? If it happens again at the ball, try to reach me and we go out for a walk or something. Anything you like.”,said Amalgamous looking up.

RIGHT THE BALL

“I will message Alchemist to enter before me. I will stay with you guys a moment here. I hope he will have understanding.”

“Thanks, you two.”, finally. I could control myself into speaking again. Silent and a bit shaky but still.

POV: Prima

The bright light of the chandelier from main hall of the tower of Iacon blinded me. My optics hurt, trying to adjust again to light.

But once my optics could focus again I saw the wonders all the workers did, the room was beautifully decorated with giant golden and white ribbons.

Laces hung on the pillars and sculptures of organic, exotic flowers were placed everywhere.

Gazing curiously I saw some servants hurrying and hushing though the floors. Desperately getting the final, fine touches done.

The musicians in the back gave their instruments a final tuning before the ball. The director sitting on their tiny chair and scanned once more carefully through the sheets.

On the side was a buffet with all kinds and shapes of energon.

This looks wonderful! Applause!

Marveled by the view I didn’t even notice my mouth was opened until Vector let me know.

“You know if you let you mouth that wide open all the time-“

”Yes Vector, scraplets will nest on my dentae.I already know this ‘joke’ of you Vector. Anyways, did you see Zeta anywhere around here?” 

“No why?”

I pet softly my audials. Stroking gently through Solus gift, feeling the smooth surface of it.

”well I was wondering. Since she wanted to start the ceremony-“

”My lords? May interrupt you my majesties.”

Sentinel snuck from behind and weren’t his voice oh so tranquil and pastoral. He might have scared Vector and myself to death.

“Oh Sentinel I did hear you or feel your EM.Field approaching. I am truly sorry.”

”Yeah Sentinel walk louder, don’t be so sneaky-“

annoyed and angry I pinched Vector on the side. He only gave a haul in pain and looked at me with his sharp angry eyes.

”VECTOR! Do no be rude towards Sentinel! Be happy he cares about us so much and works so hard!”

He only murmured something not loud enough to hear. And I pinched him again

-

Then Vector and I did as Sentinel indicated us to stand for the opening. We stood still on a sort of lifted plateau of the hall.

Side by side.

Behind us blue curtains with golden stars on it. Contrasting the polished Marmor walls surrounding it.

Two stairways on each end of the plateau lead to the floor of the hall. Each step layered with gold and reflecting the light that shone from above.

It is so beautiful

So majestic, like in a real tale. It is so dreadful that war will burry all this magnificence.     

Underneath us was the entrance. The doors were opened and two golden armoured guards standing vigilance. Other exits were closed.
Unlike the windows, that were widely open to ventilate the room. It was outside already dark, but the light supplanted the darkness.

And all of the sudden all servants rushed out. Like a herd of technodeers they hushed to the doors and left rapidly the hall, the musicians straightened their backs and Sentinel, who was stroking slow down there went up the stairs, and disappeared behind the curtain.

“Look Vetor, I believe it is beginning.”

“Yeah I guess so.”

First, I saw how ‘normal’ bots entered the area. Of course they were the important kind, politicians, philosophers and so on. With a smile on my face, I greeted them.

Instantly the room filled up with an energy, their sent. Radianting from the femmes and mechs down below. All dressed up nicely and polished till no more was possible.
They all gathered by side and chatted with one another. Some of them even turning back and bowing towards Vector and I.

Then the second wave of guest arrived, this time it were even more important members.
High ranked guards, personal servants, personal medics and secretaries.

The next wave included the guest from the other cities, the personal helper of the Primes. Recognizing some of them from their last visits coming along their Primes.

Shockwave. The one eyed, cold rational helper of Alchemist and Quintus. Helping them managing Crystalcity. Always distant but still respectful.

Orion Pax (more like the Prime version Orion), ever elegant and graceful. Kind and silent. The assistant of Alpha Trion and Micronus.
I pondered a bit in my mind, indeed I talked with this bot once. A bot with a heart of gold.
Empathic towards to ones in need and with both feet on the ground but still with his helmet in the clouds.

For his youg age he was so clever and still so sparkilish curious. No wonder Alpha Trion liked him a lot. Picking him out of the crowd from Nova Crona.

Another one I recognized was Windblade. Sharp minded and intelligent.
Every word chosen wisely and every movement planned. I would have more than likely get to know her more but I never got the chance to.
Since Nexus and Maximo didn’t visit Iacon that often and preferred to communicate through holo calls and staying in Harmonex.

Another ones that I instantly recognize was Elita one and cheetor.
They both reflected the Primes they assisted. Elita, Standing strong and firm on her beliefs and never braeaking a promise. A hard and invested worker with a spark of gold.

Just like Solus. And Cheetor, cheerful, loveable and sensitive.

(Cheetor my baby I love him so much aaaah)

And finally, Soundwave. The bot I knew the least about. Staying always in metroplex, never once did I see this bot here in Iacon.

Curious I inspected him from the spot I was standing. Yellow visor, bluish paintjob and built very compact and rectangular. Standing more aside to the other helpers and observing them from a safe distance cross armed.

He seems not to be the bot who enjoys socializing a lot. Sympathetic. I wonder if we ever get to know this bot better.

As I was tangled with my thoughts, I didn’t notice how all the guest started to go by one side and a red carpet being rolled over by two bots and the musicians holding their bows and instruments on their servos thightly, ready to play.

Then the first tones started to play. Filling the room with a sweet, majestic tune. Excitement and impatience floating around the air. As the first muffled steps resonated from afar.  Slowly and gracefully walked the thirteen giants in comparison, in. Side by side with a lifted helmet and elegant steps. All guest bowed before them deeply, respectful and yet so fearful of the semi gods. Their Em-Field alone were strong enough to overlight every single emotion and though of the room. Like stars they took all the attention, radiating with an special form of energy. An energy incomparable to a mere normal child of Primus. It was like they were seeing each Prime as a piece, or rather said a fragment of divinity.

I sorted each one of my sisters and brothers in arms in their elegant outfits with my optics. Alpha trion, Solus, mircronus, Alchemist , nexus, Onyx, Amalgamous, Quintus, Liege and finaly. The bot I met before. The last one to arrive, in a dark cloak that flattered as he kept walking. Every single movement of his flattering black cloak complemented to his eager and bold steps he took. In contrast to the other, who gently and precise walked forward, he moved eager, keen and at the same time almost stomping on the ground. Storming in fast, eye catching and mighty like a lance. Royal amd brutal like a god of war, a reckless warrior and ruthless protector.

Megatronus! Megatronus! That was his name! How a fool was I ! How didn’t I recognize him!

Megatronus. This bot never appeared even once in the last millennia’s to Iacon. Always sending either a representative or Amalgamous.  

His entrance alone overshadowed anyone’s. Even from the other Primes. His energy made the room go cold, the once so warm and energetic atmosphere dropped. Fright and deep respect filled the air and even the musicians silenced a bit to get a glance of the newly arrived phenomenon.

POV: Megatronus

I walked fast to join my fellow Primes on the spot they all were standing. I felt how every eye was piercing right through me, observing every single movement I took. Every step I took, like I was a living exhibition. The anxiety crippeled their way up and I tried to look as calm as possible. Walking even faster and stomping as the stress kicked in. Every single optic was right directed at me. And finaly, the nightmare was over as I reached the side of Amalgamous.

“You doing it good champ”, whispered he. Calming me in my agitated state.

Primus. So many people, so many, too many. How am I supposed to stay here for a while. At least we got all enough personal space. Else I would have perished-

Counting in mind I realized something. Ten? Why are we ten? We are supposed to be thirteen. Where are the Iaconians at? The protectors of Iaconus?

Bending slowly my head, trying not to catch any attention. Which was an impossible task being the biggest of them all. Even surpassing the combiner, Nexus. I looked around. No Primes, else than us.

I felt how a digit tapped my shoulder, Amalgamous leaned up:” Hey if you are looking for them, they are both up there. Don’t ask me bout’ Zeta, I have no idea about the program.”

I looked up where Amalgamous pointed. And my spark skipped a beat. I saw him and another bot. Him.

Gazing from above like an angel on the clouds. In his white, pure tailcoat. Smiling while his golden wind audial shimmered with his audial jewellery in the light. Like tiny stars they glimmered.

His hands rested on the railing of the plateau he was standing. Leaned a bit forward. His armour shone bright, polished to the core. His smile sweet and welcoming.

He was perfect. In every way, in every perspective.

You deserve nothing. You ungrateful brat.

Did a lil scribble coz why not?