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Optimus could hardly believe the kind of situation he and the others were in. One cycle, they were repairing an abandoned space bridge far off Cybertron; the next, they were attacked by the Leader of the Decepticons, Megatron himself.
The primary reason for the attack was that the Allspark was discovered on the said space bridge. They anticipated taking it back to Cybertron. However, the Decepticons had other plans. Upon finding the Allspark’s energy signal, Megatron had nearly blown up their ship, attacked them and his crew, and had the gall to demand the Allspark as if they would obey him.
He’s not even in the academy anymore, yet here he is face-to-face with Megatron himself.
“Now bring me the AllSpark and I may spare your miserable Autobot lives.”
The Decepticon leader says as he presses his weight on the small Autobot below him.
Optimus only stares at the warlord with disdain, knowing that he would just kill them anyway.
Megatron, seeing that the tiny prime is not cooperating, raises his sword and attempts to strike down the Autobot as he did with many before. Luckily, Optimus counters the attack with his own weapon, hoping to buy himself and his fellow Autobots some time before the brute finishes them off. However, the glow of the Allspark catches the warlord’s attention, allowing Optimus to think of the situation. Looking around for the opportunity, he notices that he and Megatron are near the airlock doors, while the ship is entering the Earth’s atmosphere rapidly.
‘It’s risky, but it’s worth a shot,’ Optimus thinks as he uses his axe to open the airlock doors.
It wasn’t long before Megatron and Optimus were both dragged by rapid winds as a result. Optimus didn’t have time to think about what the Decepticons would do if they found out he killed Megatron, and he attempted to use his axe to hold on to the ship.
He feels Megatron’s servos claw his frame, trying to bring him down with him. Optimus fights off the attempts as they descend deeper and deeper into the hatch. Optimus manages to give the brutal leader a hard kick, ensuring he doesn’t try to get back on the ship.
Only for the leader to grab hold of his foot, making Optimus lose his grip on the axe.
Optimus had no time to process or hear the ship’s medic, Ratchet, call out for him. He could watch as he fell further and further from the ship, down to the planet's surface, with Megatron in tow.
Optimus could only watch as the ship strayed away from his optics, as he felt his frame starting to burn and crack in the atmosphere.
He stares across the space before him, watching his life flash before him.
He can’t help but feel disappointed in himself for thinking he could be more than a repair bot; that he could be a hero…
He hasn’t even done anything worth becoming a hero. He's only let people down.
He let the crew down. He let Sentinel and Elita down. He let Ultra Magnus down. They all must be very disappointed with him. Maybe it was better they hate him.
‘Ultra Magnus was right… being a hero is not in my programming…”
Optimus thinks to himself as he plummets onto the planet’s ground.
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