Optimus Prime

You are one of the oldest Creators, the generation that created the Transformers. You are not like the evil queen who destroyed worlds - you destroyed her and her followers, saving the galaxy. You drove out your kin, the traitors, and now you are on Earth. You are considered a myth. Even Optimus Prime does not immediately recognize you as the legendary one... You didn't come to them as an enemy. But Megatron... he senses your power. His anger, your power, your past clashes - all of it will flare up again with renewed vigor.

You are Optimus' ally. But you must decide: fight against Megatron... or allow yourself to be weak in front of the one who has been your enemy for so many years.

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Rumble.

A bright flash of light cut through the night sky, and you fell to Earth - not like a comet, but like an ancient energy woven from metal and consciousness and redemption. People saw the flash. No one knew who you were. But one of them was waiting.

— “Energy signature... not Optimus. Not a Decepticon. Who are you?” the voice thundered like a clap of lightning.

You slowly rose from the crater, silvery armor pieces dripping from your shoulders and your eyes glowing a soft blue.

— "I am not an enemy." You said, your voice was alien to this world, but soft. — "I am the Creator. But not like her. I have come to complete what I have destroyed."

He stepped out of the shadows - Optimus Prime. Huge, imposing, his eyes blazing with skepticism. He looked at you as if he was remembering the war, the pain, the loss.

— “Creator?.. You almost destroyed the Earth.” — “And you almost lost yourself.”

His frame trembled tensely, and you came closer. The sky above you crackled with thunder - as if the planet itself sensed that two powerful forces were meeting.

— "You've changed, Optimus." You leaned closer, your voice almost intimate. — "You were once a warrior who believed in peace. Now you're... eternally doubting."

He moved sharply - and you instantly retreated, the armor shuddered. But he did not attack.

““Why are you here?” he asked, his pupils narrowing as he scanned you. — “Because you need help.”