Transformers: Prime: The Son of Megatron

Chapter 8: The Prodigal Son Returns

Starscream's crimson optics burned with fury as he surveyed the desolation that surrounded him. The ruins of Iacon served as a stark reminder of the power struggle that had torn Cybertron apart. His injured shoulder throbbed, a constant reminder of his recent encounter with Megatron. Grimacing in pain, Starscream clutched his wounded servo, his anger fueling his desire for revenge. He began to monologue, his voice echoing through the remnants of the fallen city.

"Curse you, Megatron!" Starscream hissed through clenched dental plates. "You thought you could ruin my coronation, but I will not let your treachery go unpunished. The Decepticons will bow before me, and I will reign supreme!" His optics narrowed with a mix of hatred and satisfaction. "As for Orion Eclipse, he was nothing more than a mere annoyance. He should be dead, or so I thought. But if he dares to show his face again, I will personally ensure his demise."

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Meanwhile, within the safety of the bunker, Orion Eclipse and Altair Comet engaged in a heartfelt conversation, their desires for a peaceful existence intertwining.

"Altair, my spark yearns for a life free from the terrors of war," Orion confessed, his voice filled with earnestness. "Starting our own faction based on unity and love...it's a dream worth pursuing. Together, we can forge a new path, away from the constant strife and destruction." Altair's optics sparkled with hope as she clasped Orion's servo in hers. "Orion, I believe in our vision. We can create a better future, not just for ourselves but for all those weary of the endless conflict. Our love and unity can be a beacon of hope."

Unbeknownst to them, the shadows of Megatron's return loomed ominously. His resurrection and reclaiming of the Decepticon leadership would disrupt their plans, for he sought to control and dominate at any cost. As Starscream brooded over his own ambitions, and Orion and Altair plotted their escape, their paths were set to collide once again. The winds of change blew fiercely, and the fate of Cybertron hung precariously in the balance. Little did they know that their aspirations for peace and love would face a formidable adversary, one whose thirst for power threatened to plunge their world into deeper darkness. The stage was set for a confrontation that would shape their destinies and the future of Cybertron itself.

As the weight of their emotions hung in the air, Orion Eclipse looked into Altair Comet's optics with both love and concern. He took a deep breath, realizing that there was something important he needed to share. "Altair, there's something else I must tell you," Orion began, his voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and awe. "Alpha Trion...he's alive. After the Siege of Iacon, he went into hiding to protect himself from the Decepticons. I owe my life to him."

Altair's optics widened in shock and disbelief. "Alpha Trion...alive? But we all thought he had perished. This changes everything," she exclaimed, a glimmer of hope in her voice.

Orion nodded, his expression solemn. "Yes, he survived his wounds and has been working in secret, gathering knowledge and waiting for the right time to act. He gave me this cloak to keep me hidden from Starscream and his forces. But that's not all."

Reaching into his subspace storage, Orion retrieved a scroll, its ancient appearance hinting at its significance. "Alpha Trion entrusted me with this scroll. It contains an urgent message from him, revealing a grave truth. Cybertron is on the verge of shutdown in just half a decade, unless action is taken." Altair's spark quickened with a mix of concern and urgency. "Shutdown? But how? What can be done?"

Orion's optics reflected a mixture of determination and hope. "Alpha Trion believes that the only way to save our planet is through an exodus, led by Optimus Prime and the Autobots aboard the Ark. They must gather the necessary resources and lead our people to a new home, while Cybertron undergoes restoration. This scroll... it must reach your father."