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TFA Jhiaxus refuses to listen

Optimus Prime stepped forward, his voice filled with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Why are you doing this, Sentinel? This isn't like you!"

Jhiaxus's optics glowed with a fierce intensity. "I'm doing this because you betrayed me, Optimus! You stole Elita-One away from me, and then you let her fall, becoming a mutated techno-organic spider-fembot on that spark-forsaken organic planet!"

Optimus's expression softened with regret. "I was unable to save her! But Elita is not Blackarachnia anymore. She's been cured of her techno-organic form."

A twisted smile spread across Jhiaxus's face. "You're right, Optimus, and I should thank you for restoring my sparkmate."

Optimus's voice hardened. "Elita-One is not your sparkmate, Sentinel! Too many centuries have passed! You have to accept that Elita is my sparkmate now, not yours."

Jhiaxus's fury erupted. "No! I will never be fulfilled as long as Elita is in the arms of the one bot who destroyed my life!"

Optimus's patience wore thin. "I didn't destroy your life, and I never betrayed you. You betrayed us and ruined your own life by becoming a Decepticon!"

"Liar!" Jhiaxus roared. "You took the mantle of Magnus that I rightfully earned! You took away my future, my destiny, my life! Now it's my turn. I'm going to destroy you, then I will destroy your precious Earth, and Cybertron will be mine!"

Suddenly, Elita-One's voice cut through the tension. "Sentinel, STOP!!! Please, don't do this!"

Jhiaxus hesitated, his expression flickering with a trace of the bot he once was. "Elita?"

Her voice was steady, filled with compassion. "I know that you're hurt, angry, and upset, but don't go down the same path I went when I became Blackarachnia, when I became a Decepticon. I know there's still good in you, Sentinel Prime."

Jhiaxus's face twisted with rage. "Sentinel Prime is gone. He died trying to destroy Optimus Prime. So there is no Sentinel. Now there is only Jhiaxus!"

Elita-One took a step closer, her optics pleading. "No, that's not true. Sentinel—"

"Stop calling me that!" Jhiaxus screamed. "I am Jhiaxus now! I wanted you, Elita, and I still love you... But you rejected me... and you broke my spark when you chose Optimus over me. But it wasn't your fault. Optimus stole you from me!"

Elita-One's voice was calm, yet firm. "No, I chose to be with Optimus Prime because I realized that I loved him the most. I never meant to hurt you. I loved you, but you weren't my true love."

Optimus Prime stepped forward protectively. "Elita, get away from him!"

She glanced back at Optimus, a determined look in her optics. "Don't worry about me, Optimus. Just let me get through to him."

Jhiaxus shook his head, his voice filled with finality. "Nothing you say or do will ever change my mind! Elita-One will be mine, and Cybertron will have me as its true ruler."

Optimus Prime's voice was filled with sorrow as he realized the depth of Jhiaxus's corruption. "Then you are lost!"

Optimus Prime's words hung heavy in the air, but Jhiaxus's resolve remained unshaken. His optics blazed with a dangerous mix of hatred and determination.

"Lost?" Jhiaxus sneered. "No, Optimus. It is you who is lost. Lost in your delusions of peace and unity. The time for such dreams is over."

Elita-One stepped closer, her hands raised in a placating gesture. "Sentinel, please listen to me. This path will only lead to more pain and destruction. You don't have to do this."

Jhiaxus's expression hardened. "Stop calling me that name! Sentinel Prime is no more! I am Jhiaxus, and I will not be swayed by your pleas."

Elita-One's optics glistened with unshed tears. "You can still change. You can still come back to us."

Jhiaxus's laugh was cold and bitter. "Change? The only change I seek is the fall of Optimus Prime and the rise of a new Cybertron under my rule."

Optimus Prime stepped forward, his voice steady and authoritative. "Enough, Jhiaxus. This madness ends now. I won't let you endanger Cybertron or Earth."

Jhiaxus's response was immediate and violent. With a roar, he launched himself at Optimus, their clash shaking the very ground beneath them. Metal clashed against metal as the two titans fought, each strike echoing with the weight of their shared past and the futures they envisioned.

Elita-One watched in horror, her spark aching at the sight. She couldn't stand by any longer. With a surge of determination, she moved to intervene, hoping to find a way to stop the fight without causing more harm.

"Stop this, both of you!" she cried, stepping between them. "There's been enough fighting, enough loss. Sentinel, you once stood for something greater than this. Remember who you were!"

Jhiaxus paused, his optics flickering with conflict. For a moment, the rage in his expression wavered. "Elita..."

Optimus Prime, seizing the moment, lowered his weapon. "Listen to her, Jhiaxus. There's still a chance for redemption. Don't let your anger consume you."

Jhiaxus hesitated, his grip on his weapon loosening. The battle within him was evident, a war between his hatred and the remnants of his former self.

But just as it seemed he might relent, a sudden explosion rocked the battlefield. Debris flew, and both Optimus and Elita were thrown back. Jhiaxus stood tall amidst the chaos, his expression hardening once more.

"Your words mean nothing to me now," he declared. "I will forge my destiny with my own hands, and I will not be stopped!"

With a final, defiant roar, Jhiaxus activated a hidden escape mechanism, vanishing into a cloud of smoke and leaving the battlefield behind. Optimus Prime and Elita-One slowly got to their feet, the weight of what had transpired settling heavily upon them.

"We'll stop him," Optimus vowed, his gaze steely. "No matter what it takes, we will protect our worlds."

Elita-One nodded, her resolve matching his. "And maybe, just maybe, we can still save Sentinel from himself."

As they prepared to face the challenges ahead, both knew that the road would be long and fraught with peril. But together, they would face whatever came, united in their fight for peace and justice.