Confessions and Bonds (Part 1)
When I saw the purple-toned Cybertronian Heavy Tank, more and earlier memories came to mind in my brain module. These memories were deep within my consciousness and were my earliest ones.
Layer upon layer of endless ruins, dried-up energy rivers and debris everywhere, and red windows that pop up all the time, as if growing in the field of vision, warning of insufficient energy.
Next comes his memories after they met.
A limited supply of energy blocks that can maintain energy levels without ever causing the fuel tank to malfunction, a variety of instruments, maintenance manuals and documents, and countless lies.
I walked through a time portal, the colors shifting between earthy yellow and deep purple, and the surrounding scenery changed from the Autobot base to the interior of the Decepticon's Nemesis.
I still can't forgive him. He controlled me, oppressed me, deceived me, and never offered an apology. If he hadn't inserted the program into my brain module, hadn't ordered me around when I discovered the energy storage room, and hadn't tried to forcibly control me, would I have never had such a violent conflict with him—to the point that we almost died? I can't help but wonder, at that moment, if his attitude hadn't been so harsh, if he had said "I'm sorry" or "I apologize," instead of directly ordering me around, would I have never discovered the control program, wouldn't I have been so, so angry, and would everything have been different?
Then I will no longer be connected to his spark.
As Arcee once said, there are no "ifs".
So I can't forgive him, I've never forgiven him. When I think of that anger, I shout, "I hate you!"
The mecha, modified by Unicron, was much larger than before, and I was the same height as him. So even without standing on tiptoe, I could quickly grab the slender antennas on both sides of his head sculpt with one hand each; I remember there were a lot of sensors distributed there.
"The emotion of the spark is joy. Your behavior is illogical."
"Is that all you see me for?!" I didn't bend the antenna with force after all, and let go. The shockwave didn't do anything to harm me; I'm a reasonable Cybertronian.
"Then what would it mean if you tore me apart?" the apostle asked.
If he doesn't do this, he will...
"What will he do? He clearly hurt me," the apostle said.
Yes, he hurt me again, I thought.
The spark fluctuated violently, the magnetic field flipped unconsciously, and the superpower almost collapsed due to the surging emotions. Tiny cracks appeared in the surrounding space, and in the image transmitted through the optical lens, our body was broken and distorted.
Suddenly, like a soothing hot spring, a steady and powerful comfort came from the other end of the connection, and the cracks gradually disappeared.
"Grim Fork, can you go back to the Decepticons and be my assistant?" Shockwave's voice interrupted my reverie.
"Can't!"
I proudly displayed the Autobot symbol on my machine—the symbol was gone after Unicron modified it. I then flapped my wings to ease the awkwardness, "I'm an Autobot now, I won't go to the Decepticons."
——
“Well said,” Arcee said.
The smaller Arcee and the quick-thinking Autobot leader Orion successfully arrived at the Nemesis before the space portal completely closed.
——
"Cough—Hmm!" Megatron's voice rang out.
It was then that I noticed my surroundings. This was the main control room, with many machines standing under the control console. In addition to Sasser, there were Starscream, Black Widow, Knockout, Strike, and an unfamiliar blue-painted Cybertronian (I later learned that his name was Hackwing, and he was chasing after Jack).
The blue Cybertronians saw us and pulled out machine guns from behind their backs, but Megatron raised his hand to stop them.
The blue-clad Arcee initially switched to her hand cannon, but Orion stopped her, so she put her weapon away.
"Are you having a meeting?"
“Yes, madam, I think it would be very impolite to interrupt someone’s meeting.” Megatron gave Shockwave a look.
Shockwave began to ask me, "How did you get here? Was it due to your superpowers?"
I jumped onto the control panel and said to Megatron, "It's none of your business."
Beside him, a slender, dark blue-purple machine caught my attention. Its curved legs and inverted triangle-shaped faceplates overlapped with the outline of a creature that surfaced in my memory—was the Soundwave race actually a vortex fox?
Staring intently at the sound wave, memories of the past resurfaced. Energy is crucial, I thought. I can't find energy anywhere; I need it. Energy flows within the Whirlpool Fox's body. I need it. If I activate my power, the energy can break through the sound wave's body and reach me.
A red window marked "Urgent" was faintly visible in the field of vision.
——
"What's wrong with her? Why is she attacking Soundwave?" Megatron asked Shockwave.
Shockwave looked at Arcee, who explained helplessly, "The Steel Fork was only recently launched, and the brain module hasn't recovered yet."
She gently tapped her head sculpt—the location of the brain module—in a lighthearted tone. She was happy to see the Decepticons get their comeuppance. "Her self-perception is also problematic now. You all need to be careful."
Shockwave spun the antenna in terror, recalling his own near-death experience escaping the jaws of a pitchfork.
Megatron gasped, his body beginning to experience phantom pain again.
Red Spider opened his mouth wide, but fearing that the steel fork would hear, he spoke very softly through the microphone: "You mean she's insane now?!"
The other Decepticons in the conference room were clearly still processing what Arcee's words meant, with Haunted Wing being the least informed, having just arrived. This meeting was specifically convened to welcome him.
——
The sound wave quickly jumped back a step, dodging the attack.
I chased after him, and he flew out through the gate, and I followed him.
He fled, and I chased. But when we reached the outside of a room, I sensed something very unusual inside.
I burst through the door, and purple crystals appeared before me inside a huge broken glass tube—this was the blood of the universe and the earth.
I do not currently possess the blood of the Cosmic Emperor, and I need it to fulfill my mission. The mission entrusted to me by the Cosmic Emperor cannot be failed.
Bathed in purple light, I stretched out my hand, my arm passing through a spatial portal created by my supernatural power—the other end of which lay the blood of the Cosmic Emperor. I broke off a piece and placed it into the subspace.
Next, I need to find a way to get to Cybertron.
Just then, Orion's voice rang out, "Steel fork? Finally found you." "What are you doing here?"
“I’m chasing the Whirlpool Fox,” I replied.
Orion entered the Decepticon storage room, holding a small, pure, holy, and constantly radiant blue cube in his palm. "I think you need it. Superpowers usually consume a lot of energy. There are many energy cubes on the lab table in the ambulance; I took some before I left."
Instantly, the holy light from the energy block reached behind Orion.
He's so nice! I took the energy bar and popped it into my mouth; the delicious flavor melted instantly.
I saw his gaze shift from me and the blood of the Cosmic Emperor behind me to something else in the room—a towering rock, almost filling half the room, was stored at the far end. I assumed it was a wall and didn't notice that its material was different from the metal in the room.
This is a huge rock, and in the corner of the rock, where it is not illuminated by the dim light of the room, there is a dark, yet upon closer inspection, a sacred and extraordinary golden hilt.
"What is this?" I asked.
"It is the Star Sword."
“A legendary artifact.” Arcee appeared in the doorway. “Finally caught up with you. Four wheels and flying are faster than two wheels, aren’t they?”
She walked in as well and said, "I have never seen the Star Sword with my own eyes. Legend has it that only leaders can use it."
Orion looked hesitant; he stood beside the sword but hesitated to reach out and grab it.
"Will it acknowledge me?" he asked in a low voice.
“Don’t worry, even though you’ve lost four million years of memories, you’re still our leader, Optimus Prime. I believe in you,” Arcee said.
“That’s what I think too,” I said.
Orion looked at us intently, his gaze shifting from confusion to determination, and he lowered his head to grip the hilt of his sword.
Instantly, cracks began to extend from the hilt of the sword, as if they had come to life, with light constantly emanating from them. Orion easily pulled the sword out.
"It acknowledges you."
Orion replied, "Thank you."
Arci and I looked at the leader with satisfaction; we were both very happy.
But the Decepticons who had just arrived were not happy.
With his eyebrows slanted outwards and pupils rolled back, Megatron once again displayed an expression of extreme terror, saying:
"This is the darkest era for the Decepticons."
He extended his hidden blade, his eyes suddenly turning fierce. I blocked Orion's path, brandishing my fist. Arcee also conjured a hand cannon.
Orion, seemingly oblivious to the sudden tension, asked, "Do you have any sword supports?"
The moment Shockwave appeared, the tense atmosphere was instantly broken.
"No. But I can make one temporarily using materials from the lab."
"Thank you for your help."
...
Shockwave was in the lab, and a huge group of metal blocks were crammed together outside the open door. The Decepticons were watching us, and we were watching them. Soundwave quietly moved to a corner, and I didn't chase after him.
After the sword rest was completed, Shockwave handed it to Orion, who successfully stored the sword behind his back.
Immediately afterwards, I grabbed Arcee and Orion's gauntlets tightly, pulled them together, and broke through the encirclement, rushing towards the Retribution magazine.
I leaped off the deck, the wind whipping violently against my armor, whistling through the gaps between the plates. I transformed into an airplane, my powers carrying Arcee and Orion, tracing beautiful arcs through the air and leaving trails of clouds.
"Steel Fork, what are you taking us to do?" Arcee finally asked, addressing her question.
I said, "Orion, do you want to retrieve your memories from four million years ago?"
He said, "Okay."
I said, "Arcy, are you going back to base?"
She said, "No, I'll go with you."
I continued, "Raffi, is there a device on Earth that can locate Cybertron?"
Lafite replied from inside the box: "Sure, you can..."
“That’s enough,” I interrupted him.
I'll go complete my mission, and Orion will go find his memories—it's perfect.
The wind carried my voice, along with Orion's: "Agent Fuller, please evacuate the crowd."
Even without his memory, he adapted to being a leader very quickly!
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