Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2020 5:13:57 GMT
Optimus arrived to the viewing tower where he had set up a meeting between his human family and his conjunx. It was a meeting he had only just managed to set up recently since other matters had required his attention before hand. A decision he had come to regret doing alone after his battle with his darker double.
Even after a couple of weeks since then and being found in the state he had been in, the situation still haunted him. It wasn’t just the fact he had allowed his rage to get the better of him, but the fact he had torn the zombie Prime into pieces and tore out the Dark Matrix from his chest plates. It made him feel sick to his fuel tank to know he had such...destructiveness, much less the thought process to do so. ‘I can never let Megatron know of that, no one I know.’ He thought to himself. His hand ran over the most prominent physical scar from that fight, one inflicted by the new warlord Galvatron himself leaving behind a few inch deep scars, starting from over his right eye down to about a foot along his right chest plate, small cracks branching off in places as a result. He could see it clearly in his reflection of the glass of headquarters, blue optics dimming slightly.
How would he explain this to Elita or Dylan? Much less Magnus? He had informed Elita and left messages for Ultra Magnus and Prowl of where he would be. But, he didn’t exactly expect the forewarnings would be necessary to be retrieved. Despite all this however, the brief time in the Matrix and into the Realm of the Primes has brought some clarify of mind for his path, of even giving him some things to think about in terms of his actions.
It still was a hard pill to swallow however knowing what he had done.
But, the Prime couldn’t dwell on his inner thoughts forever as the sound of the door opening caused Optimus to return to reality. He could sort his troubled thoughts out at a later time, letting his hand fall from tracing the scars and turning to see who had arrived first while also being aware his scar would not be difficult to miss.
Notes: Set after Darkest Hour
Tags: Dylan Prime, Elita-One, @ultramagnustfp (if you are interested Panther)
Even after a couple of weeks since then and being found in the state he had been in, the situation still haunted him. It wasn’t just the fact he had allowed his rage to get the better of him, but the fact he had torn the zombie Prime into pieces and tore out the Dark Matrix from his chest plates. It made him feel sick to his fuel tank to know he had such...destructiveness, much less the thought process to do so. ‘I can never let Megatron know of that, no one I know.’ He thought to himself. His hand ran over the most prominent physical scar from that fight, one inflicted by the new warlord Galvatron himself leaving behind a few inch deep scars, starting from over his right eye down to about a foot along his right chest plate, small cracks branching off in places as a result. He could see it clearly in his reflection of the glass of headquarters, blue optics dimming slightly.
How would he explain this to Elita or Dylan? Much less Magnus? He had informed Elita and left messages for Ultra Magnus and Prowl of where he would be. But, he didn’t exactly expect the forewarnings would be necessary to be retrieved. Despite all this however, the brief time in the Matrix and into the Realm of the Primes has brought some clarify of mind for his path, of even giving him some things to think about in terms of his actions.
It still was a hard pill to swallow however knowing what he had done.
But, the Prime couldn’t dwell on his inner thoughts forever as the sound of the door opening caused Optimus to return to reality. He could sort his troubled thoughts out at a later time, letting his hand fall from tracing the scars and turning to see who had arrived first while also being aware his scar would not be difficult to miss.
Notes: Set after Darkest Hour
Tags: Dylan Prime, Elita-One, @ultramagnustfp (if you are interested Panther)