The Truth about the War

[Transformers – movie]
[Megatron x Optimus]
[comedy]

By Xiaoyao




Los Angelos had always been a busy place, yet today it surpassed its usual traffic due to the arrival of a certain someone.

Megatron landed in the middle of the city street, causing the level of pre-existing chaos to rocket sky high. He scanned his surroundings, yet did not spot the figure he wanted to see, and it just worsened his mood even more.

He grabbed the little figure that just happened to get in front of him, took him up into the air, and landed on a rooftop.

He lifted the little guy up in front of him upside down, from his own memory banks, he recognised this figure as Jazz. Yet, it didn’t exactly match the image in his memory bank. So this is their Earth mode? Megatron hesitated, then scanned the scene below once more, confirming that the one he was looking for really wasn’t there.

Megatron lifted Jazz up high, and demanded: “Where is Optimus?”

No one would be in a good mood if they were been held upside down, and Jazz was no different. Let alone that if it wasn’t for that other Decepticon who had intercepted their leader, how could they ever be overpowered? He shot a few rounds at Megatron as he said short-temperedly: “What are you asking me for, go ask your own subordinate…”

“My own subordinate?” Megatron was curious: “Who is it?”

Jazz was trying hard to struggle free from Megatron’s grip, but failed miserably. As he was getting frustrated, he also forgot the one taboo that was common sense to all Autobots, and answered without thinking: “That bulldozer of course, holding Optimus on the street, not letting him leave…”

Holding… not letting… leave… Megatron’s receptors picked up on these words sensitively. There was the sound of something sizzle; Megatron heard clearly that he had just fried one of his fuses.

“You said… someone . was . holding . Optimus?!!!” Megatron squeezed those words through his gritted teeth.

“Ah…” Jazz finally realised that he had just made the biggest mistake of his life, but it was already too late. Following the grisly sound of 'rip', Jazz was torn in half by an enraged Megatron.

Holding the two halves of Jazz, Megatron was still lost in his fit of rage. One message repeatedly continued in his circuits: someone was holding Optimus… holding HIS Optimus…


With Megatron enraged, Jazz killed, both waring factions were rattled. The Decepticons, in fear of fuelling their leader’s anger, all started to fight with effort, showing off their best skills. Nobody wanted to end up being Megatron’s punching bag; Meanwhile, Ironhide and Rachet were even more anxious, they retaliated with full effort, careful at the same time to avoid eye contact with Megatron, so they wouldn’t end up meeting the same fate as their comrade.

The same question arose in the core of both waring fractions --- why wasn’t that truck here yet? Even if it has low speed power, it shouldn’t be THIS slow…

Inside the computer core of these battling sides, the same small voice said, pity those flesh beings that are stuck in the middle.

Stuck between them isn’t too bad… what was really to be feared is that alien jet standing on the rooftop, boiling over with  an anger that could explode and release it’s wrath at anytime. A certain lieutenant seemed to have realised, that there was a way to divert the attention of that danger. He pulled over Sam, who was then staring fixedly at Bumblebee, and said: “Take the cube and leave here now, I’ll find people to assist you, you go to…” as he said, he looked up and around, then pointed at a certain place: “the top of that building over there… a helicopter will come and get you…”

“I…” Sam really didn’t want to leave his beloved car, and he also had a glimpse of that building the lieutenant had mentioned. No way, that building was right in front of the building where Megatron was standing upon… surely you can't even get scapegoats this way. He quickly shook his head: “No, I can’t…”

“You can…” The lieutenant looked at the boy sternly: “You are a soldier now… you must take responsibility, for your friends…” He looked towards Bumblebee. Sam also followed suit and looked at his beloved car, and saw Bumblebee looking back at him expectantly. At the side, Ironhide seemed to have thought of something, he also moved in front of Sam and said: “I’ll cover you…”

With the encouragement from his beloved Camaro  , Sam finally took the cube and strode forwards. He’d hardly taken two steps before he was called to a stop by Ironhide: “Sam…”

Sam looked back, seeing Ironhide hesitate for a few seconds, before finally leaving him with a sentence: “Sam, later… you have to stay away from Optimus…”

“Optimus Prime?” Sam was puzzled, Optimus Prime should be the strongest amongst the Autobots, so naturally it would be the safest under his protection, why should he stay away from him? Maybe it was because the Autobots didn’t want him to bring danger to their leader. As he thought to that point, he decided that next time, when he saw Optimus Prime, he will still go for his help…

He didn’t realise at the time, that it would be the worst mistake he had made in his entire life, and that  it wasn’t going to be a small price to pay for his error … of course, that happened later.


Sam’s action, though, did not amend the current hectic situation. The Decepticons still fired random shots everywhere; The Autobots still twisted and turned, displaying their masterful skills at dodging the Decepticon’s fires. At Los Angelos city, tyres and metal shards flew in the air, lasers and missiles rained, along with the screams and cheers from the flesh beings, the whole city was completely out of order.

As this chaotic scenery was about to stimulate Megatron’s sensitive nerves over the edge, suddenly a flame-patterned red truck entered the scene, in everyone’s long expectation.

Parked, Prime transformed and posed for battle… Optimus scanned the mess around him, and said without a thought: “Megatron!”

He didn’t need to call, because Megatron had already noticed him as he had driven into the scene. Now that Optimus had called, Megatron couldn’t suppress the excitement and joy in his core any longer.

“You are late…” he said as he threw Jazz’s remains to the side and transformed, heading straight for Optimus. Seeing the primitive form of Megatron, startled Optimus for a moment, during that time, Megatron had  already taken him and was now smashing through walls and  crashing right through a building, till they fell to the ground, rolled, and pinned…

“Optimus, why are you late?” Megatron trapped the struggling Optimus with brute strength, satisfied to see the other powerless to escape from his restrain.

“Even being late, I can stop you just the same…” Optimus tried hard to struggle free from Megatron, but he had already spent much of his energy on the previous fight, this caused his retaliation to look quite futile.

“Optimus, why are you always helping these weaklings, they don’t deserve your help…”

“Even if that’s true, humans deserve to decide their fate themselves. It’s not for you to worry…”

“You… never mind…” It has always been the same answer, so Megatron felt it pointless to persist, and instead, pressed down on his rival and questioned: “What have you been doing? Why did it take you so long to arrive? Aren’t you usually the first to come to stop me?”

“Before…” as he remembered what had happened before, anger filled him again, and he vented his resentment onto that irritating TF in front of him. Optimus snarled  “Go ask your own subordinate what he did on the road!” and with that he  swung a punch directly onto the other’s face.

“Subordinate? On the road?” Megatron remembered what Jazz had said before, he felt his CPU heating up. He grabbed the other’s hand, and pushed it roughly onto the ground: “That bulldozer, he didn’t do anything to you did he…” he scanned Optimus from head to toe as he said that. Optimus seemed quite complete, no trace of being touched. His mood lifted already, and asked instead: “What did you do to him?”

“That construction vehicle… humph…” Optimus’ anger did not subside as he thought of the mayhem the bulldozer had caused on the road: “I disassembled him…”

Disassembled… disassembled… when his sensor picked up this information, Megatron’s CPU rose by several tens of degrees, his fuses underwent another severe endurance test. The red optics were almost spiting fire: “Optimus… you, you said you ‘disassembled’* Bonecrusher?!!”

“Yes!” The Autobot leader wasn’t on the same frequency of thought as Megatron yet, so he confirmed what he did without hesitation.

“You dared to disassemble someone else?!!” Optimus’ reply caused Megatron to blow another fuse. Without thinking, he tossed the mecha from under him.

The totally unprepared Optimus was thrown by several meters. He got up with one hand on the ground, while the other drew out his gun, he shouted lividly at Megatron: “Are you nuts!”

“you are asking  me!” On the brink of madness, Megatron forgot his scruple and fired, the blast threw Optimus hard against the wall.

“Bastard, fighting for real…” Optimus cursed under his breath as he got up, just as he was about to get back at Megatron for this, he turned to see Sam running with the Allspark under his arm, looking for him.

“Optimus Prime!” Sam shouted seeing  Optimus, he ran towards him.

“Watch out!” A missile came out of nowhere heading straight for Sam, Optimus stretched out and intercepted, protecting him from the attack.

Safe for the time being, Sam let out a sigh of relieve. That Ironhide guy said he would cover him, but he had long lost sight of him. Staying next to Optimus was indeed the safest. As he thought of that , Sam smiled at Optimus with gratitude, Optimus returned his smile with the same warmth: “It’s not safe here, you have to find cover…”

“N…” Sam nodded, but didn’t leave. Instead, he walked behind Optimus, and started to climb up skilfully by grabbing and stepping on the gaps between the armour. Optimus was startled by Sam’s action. He had let Sam climb up his armour before in order to save him, so the boy had remembered it well. But to be climbing onto him at this moment…wasn’t really the best idea, Optimus glanced at the leader of the Decepticon in reflex…

Megatron was feeling sorry after blasting off Optimus. Circulating coolants had chilled down his overheated CPU, the last fuse managed to hang on to his last logic program. However, after seeing Optimus helping Sam, the barely recovered CPU  had started to heat up again; after seeing Prime showing kindness to Sam, his critical temperature alert went off; and  seeing Sam climbing onto the Autobot leader rekindled his rage again: “Boy, what are you doing?!!”

Seeing the Leader of the Decepticon raving mad sent a chill up Witwicky’s spine, his sixth sense told him that, if he did’t run now, he might meet an end worse than Jazz and so he jumped down and ran off as fast as he could.

“Remember to stay away from Optimus…” Sam finally realised the true meaning behind Ironhide’s advice as he ran for dear life. But it was already too late, now with the leader of the Decepticon on his tail, there was no point crying over spilled milk. At the moment, the best bet he had was to go by the designated route, towards the top of that building… He hoped to god that it wouldn’t soon be his end…


In the ancient church, Sam ran as fast as he could towards the rooftop. Behind, leader of the Decepticon followed calmly, chasing after Sam at his leisure.

It wasn’t  because Megatron liked the game of cat and mouse, in fact, at this moment he was trying hard to cool down his CPU: Optimus had always been gentle to all life form, and treated them with respect and kindness; this was a fact that Megatron had long come to realise in the past 9 million years, so there was no point to be concerned. But then again, how long has it been since the last time Optimus was nice to him? At this thought, Megatron put his memory bank online, and pulled out all the data on past interactions with the Autobot leader. The result of the calculation caused his cooling CPU to rocket in temperature status to almost critical level again. Primus, why was Optimus so kind to every living being, but only violent towards him?

At that thought, the very irritated Decepticon leader was in no mood to play with the kid anymore. He ripped through all obstacles in front of him and charged up to the roof, just in time to see his air force officer forcing the boy to a corner.

Seeing the boy standing at the building’s edge, only hugging a fragile statue for support, yet still looking determined and undefeated. The Decepticon leader began to feel curious, this kid is quite brave… is that why Optimus keeps helping him? Megatron started to ponder, whether he should keep the boy by his side, that should be a good choice, at least then he wouldn’t be bored anymore.

“Boy I find you rather fascinating, maybe I could keep you as a pet…”


Pet… Sam wasn’t sure whether he liked this word. He felt that everything that had happened today was already bad enough. First he was pulled into the personal grudges of those giant mechanical beings; threatened by the government forces; then chased by the Decepticons. And his last life saving straw had been taken away by that F22 who had been watching the whole thing as entertainment on a rooftop. And now this ugly metal beast wanted him to be a pet or something. Does he take him for a rag doll… er, alright, he had to admit that compared to those big things, his size really did seem like a rag doll. But as human beings, they had dignity. Besides, this ugly pile of metal in front of him was really getting on his nerves. However… where he stood now… Sam couldn’t help a glimpse down below, what he saw  gave him hope. Only a few meters away, a figure stood radiating feelings of security. Yep, let’s take a gamble… at that thought, Sam shouted at the Decepticon leader: “Enough, I’ll never be a pet to an ugly thing like you…”

“That was not a wise choice…” Megatron wasn’t bothered by Sam’s words at all, in fact, he had great confidence in his design. His design was the most precisely crafted, and the strongest on Cybertron.

“Silly human beings, you are always deceived by appearances. The Autobots’ designs are their Earth disguise’s, my design is the best creation on Cybertron…”

“As if! I know you Cybertronians have protoform. What’s yours compared to Optimus’? His design was the best…” Sam remembered what he had seen not long ago, so he couldn’t help making the retort.

“Optimus’ design… was a great design too…”,  Hearing the Autobot leader being praised had caused something similar to pleasure to bubble within Megatron’s core. But this pleasure was soon replaced with another feeling: “Optimus’ protoform? How the hell did u know what Optimus’ protoform looked like? Unless…”

“Ah…” Succumbing to the Decepticon leader’s overpowering presence, Sam answered truthfully: “That day I watched Optimus arrive on Earth… I saw Optimus land on the countryside…”

Saw Optimus land… seen Optimus’ protoform**… Sam’s words passed through his sensors, into his system… Megatron’s CPU didn’t even have time to raise critical alert before it jumped to the most critical temperature. With a loud “bang”, the pillar of security that the boy held on for dear life was smashed to bits.


“ARRRRRR---“ Sam fell from the tall building, he concentrated all his might on twisting his body towards that flash of red he had seen earlier. As he expected… “Got you…” He felt a large hand caught him, hearing that familiar gentle voice, he laid against the powerful chest. Sam let out a long sigh of relief, he was safe for now.

Optimus had caught Sam and placed  him on his chest, seeing that he was now alright  Prime said gently: “Hold on, I’ll take you down…”

Sam was grateful, and went under a familiar niche under the armour on Optimus’ right side. Optimus flashed a smile, and engaged battle mode, solidifying his armour, and slid down carefully, using the buildings on the side to slow down the fall.

On the edge his rage, the Decepticon leader saw Optimus was getting cosy with another organism in front of his very eyes. Even worse, he even let that boy called Sam enter his armour freely. That last fuse, along with the central logic circuit were both destroyed by Megatron’s anger. The alien jet went completely psycho, left the world behind him, and dived towards the red mecha that was trying to descend to ground…


“Disgusting humans!!” He knocked the Autobot leader to the ground. Megatron saw that Optimus was clearly in bad shape, yet he still protected that human. This made him howl in fury and he leapt towards him.

Optimus was forcefully held down on the ground, seeing the Decepticon’s  beautiful ruby-like optics caused something to stirr in his core. He turned, and with that momentum, kicked Megatron off him, and stood up gracefully into battle pose.

Like the countless battles before, the Autobot leader and the Decepticon leader began the uninhibited battle of words and fists. And just like the countless battles before, under the unbreakable law of good over evil; combined with the effort of the flesh beings; and the firepowers of many – especially a certain – F22 plane, the evil Decepticon leader was vanquished.


The war was over. Ironhide and Ratchet, who had just disappeared for a time, were now both looking at the scene, (after coming out of a corner somewhere). Seeing the mutilated body of Megatron, Ironhide shook his head inwardly; it appears that each successive battles were getting more gruesome than the last in the past few millions of years. He looked towards their medical officer, and saw the same defeated look on Ratchet’s face looking back at him. Looks like it’s time for both of them to have a private discussion on upgrading their battle gears and medical equipments.

On the other side, their leader had finished the usual expressions of gratitude to the flesh beings. Ironhide moved in front of him, pointed towards Megatron’s remains and asked: “Optimus, what should we do about this?”

Without the covering of the battle mask, Ironhide clearly saw the corner of his leader’s mouth twitch as he said: “Dump it…”

“Dump it?” Ironhide questioned puzzled, he glanced at the mutilated remains of the Decepticon leader: “Dump it like this? Are you sure it’s a good idea?”

Optimus Prime refused to respond to his second-in-command’s questions any further and turned to leave. However, Ironhide’s receptors clearly picked up the last words uttered by his leader as he left: “….humph… dead, as if…”


Ironhide was silent…

It was true though, that the leader of the Decepticon had a very strong spark. Just like the spark of their own leader, were one of a kind… maybe that was why the two sparks were so mysteriously entwined… he shook his head, never mind that… after all, Megatron was their enemy. Deciding not to waste thoughts on the enemies, he had better to ponder about how to get Jazz fixed… this junk covered area of ground, better left to be dealt with by the owners of planet Earth themselves…

Today’s triumph was not an end; rather… the war on Earth had only just begun…





The End?



Notes:

* in chinese transformers slash fandom, the word ‘disassemble’ imply *cough* acts between transformers. You know how TFs needs their armours removed to bare their circuits… XD

** I think one of the official character design notes said that a transformer’s protoform (Cybertron mode) was similar to being naked… (Maybe that’s why Optimus was looking back nervously and running away when he just landed on Earth … he probably saw Sam and Michaela watching XD)