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From the beginning the brothers of two different worlds fought, one creating and the other destroying. Their fight did not bring unity as foretold, as nothing created lasted long and nothing destroyed could be mourned.
It was a devastating blow of god against god, an apoplectic fury that conjured the stars in its wake. Every Planet made was left a husk of empty promises, no creature memorable to even make its first breath.
Primus wanted to make strong titans that could wonder and live for eons, ones that could conquer and share. Unicron sneered at the idea of beings living so close to godhood, he wanted beings that had to prove themselves to survive, to be capable of such worthiness. They must kill or be killed.
So they fought, their fallacies overthrowing any idea up into the flames of contempt. Like little children fighting over their toys, immature deities with such great power.
One day the universe had enough, she snapped at them. Saying if they could not get along they would be both gods of nothing. In the empty voids of sheen and shine Unicron and Primus decided to try… just this once, to make a world together.
One still rough, where beings still could be strong. Where they are mortal, but could live very long lives. Some were more worthy than others, while the rest had to prove themselves within. A planet of Metallic and organic vessels.
Terratron
A planet like no other, with beings to match. Finally a living vessel exists to be ruled over silently, instead of the many empty and dead planets. A perfect fusion of chaos and creation which birthed many offsprings that seldom failed to bring great promise.
Primus and Unicron ruled silently, even in eternal slumber their people called their name, and it was hard to answer them all. During the zenith of war Primus concocted a plan and used his power to make the matrix of leadership and selected the 13 primes to watch and serve his and Unicrons people, and care for the planet.
The original 13 kept peace between the 3 dominant races: the nights, the neons, and the humans. successfully peace was achieved for a time, but that time has passed.
Neons, nights, and humans started a war building three main factions. The autobots, decepticons, and MECH.
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Smoke billowed in the air, nearly swallowing the setting sun. Two cars drove south at high speeds on poorly maintained roads, treading their tires and rocking side to side. The semi truck taking a rather sharp turn for its size, nearly toppling over. The ambulance was not far behind, though not making the same mistake as the vehicle ahead.
They stopped suddenly, a fiery massacre plaguing their vision. The village that originally stood with pride now was reduced to ruin and rubble followed by deathly ill silence. The semi truck transformed and shrank into his human form, “we’re too late” he said with a clenched fist. Ratchet walked next to him, reaching for his hand causing the prime to rest. “I’ve contacted the rescue bots, they’ll take care of the fire.” Optimus didn’t respond, only giving a slight nod of acknowledgement.
Even the housing that was untouched by the flames has been raided and occupied only by the dead. It was a grim sight, yet neither of them gagged at the smell of them burning and decomposing. It was a human village, which the prime had seen decimated time and time again, he grew distant, but it didn't stop hurting any less.
“Just like Iacon,” Ratchet murmured under his breath, Optimus remaining impartial as he continued to look for survivors. They had to leave soon, the fire would spread faster compared to when the rescue bots would arrive. They opened the doors they could and yelled for someone to answer.
It all fell on deaf ears.
“Optimus we don't have much time,” Ratchet finally said. Optimus shakily kept going, “I need to make sure.” He opened another door and was met by a grizzly sight. A middle aged human with several stab wounds on his chest and hands, he looked as though he had been fighting for his life to the very last second.
The medic knew it was too late, but for the sake of comfort or some dying hope he still checked the man's pulse. The pulse was expectantly not there, and the body was still warm. The decepticons only attacked recently and left with no trace besides bloodshed.
Optimus looked down coldly at the body, he froze there. His conjunx knowingly kept by him, giving him no rush even though the fire only continued to grow outside. He felt the same emotion as those enraged flames, still he pushed it down and turned it into a cold feeling of sorrow.
“I was hoping I could have at least saved one…”
Ratchet gave up on eye contact, looking back down at the empty husk with a long sigh. “I know,”
As he reached to grab his hand he stopped suddenly when a faint cry disrupted his attempt at comfort. Optimus leapt To the source of the noise, a drawer in the room next over, he knelt down and opened the bottom drawer while Ratchet rushed over.
There laid a swaddled up babe, Optimus's demeanor quickly changed. He picked the baby up close and cradled it in his arms. He made soft shushing noises to it, its head resting against his chest and feeling his spark.
“He must be the only survivor,” the medic commented. The prime solemnly agreed that he likely was the only one to survive such genocide. The images of a father protecting their child til death made his spark ache and his eyes squeeze shut momentarily.
When it calmed down it stared at the both of them with curious doe eyes. Poor thing was still rather shaken up, but had the sweetest face. He coohed and gave a small smile when the prime kissed his head.
Bumblebee flashed through his mind, he was just an infant born during the middle of a raging war. He knew he would die the same death to protect his own child as well.
Ratchet once more filled the silence “Optimus, we need to go.” He said sternly, forcing him back into reality. He got up with the baby in his arms. “I'll hold them, drive us home.” He commanded.
He swiftly transformed into a large mech, one of white and orange. Transforming into his ambulance mode and opening the door up for his conjux.
“What are we going to do with it?” Ratchet asked, Optimus smiled weakly. “I want to keep them.” The little one gnawing on his finger. The ambulance churned “I am not sure that is a good idea.”
Optimus leaned his head against the cold window “I want to give him the same love we give to Bumblebee.”
Ratchet knew he couldn't deny he felt the same way.
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Bumblebee opened the door to his home exhausted, letting out a loud groan before falling onto the couch. His arms and legs hurt due to training all day, and while he was pumped initially, all of the energy had worn off.
He'd spent months training with Bulkhead and Arcee, as he was finally given the okay to join more dangerous missions with them. He was 17, yet compared to his family he felt like a baby. It annoyed him to no end when Optimus prevented him from doing what he could do.
The thoughts trailed off as his arm ached, he reached for a large bruise near his shoulder. Damn, he didn't realize how hard he was hit and he still couldn't knock Arcee down on the ground long enough to win a single round.
“You'll get there,” he remembered her saying earlier, but he wasn't so sure. Bulkhead was too scared to use any force on him; it made himself feel pitiful. He covered his face with his hands trying to rid all the embarrassment he felt.
Maybe all he needed was a moment to rest, he closed his eyes for just a moment. His parents have been gone for hours at this point and he just needed a break.
When a door suddenly slammed open or closed he wasn't sure if he actually fell asleep or his eyes only had shut. His head turned seeing his guardians holding a bundle of cloth, he eyed it getting up to have a closer inspection.
“What happened?” He spoke up, when they seemed too busy to say anything back to him. They both turned to him, awkward gazes matching each other. Ratchet was the first one to speak up.
“Bee, we want you to meet someone.” He smiled as Optimus showed the baby bundled in cloth. “This is your new baby brother, Rafael.” The teen was caught off guard by the swift and out of nowhere introduction.
“Can I hold him?” He finally managed to ask. Optimus didn't hesitate in helping his son to hold the babe correctly. He sat on the couch as he held Raf, terrified of dropping him or even holding him wrong. Regardless he held him on his chest and gently played with the chocolate curls that crowned his new little brother.
Bumblebee quickly put the pieces together, “He was the only survivor, wasn’t he?” their reluctance to respond answered his question. “We know you have a lot of stress, but Ratchet and I were hoping you could help care for him.” Optimus spoke softly. “Of course!” the teen said eagerly, he smiled sheepishly at the volume he gave.
He looked back down at Raf, who was staring back at him. The reflection in his eyes was like an earthly mirror and he saw himself regressing physically. A child looking back at another and for just a moment, only a moment, he felt younger. Bee smiled and the infant mimicked him, he felt one in the same to him.
He wanted to know more.