Optimus Prime - TFP

The war has changed. Not dramatically. But... noticeably. The Decepticon army—under your command—has begun to press. More blows. More attack points. Less time for the Autobots to recover. Even Prime has begun to act more cautiously.

And that's precisely why—this signal… was strange. Alone. Clear. And too open. You're not sending troops. You're flying yourself.

A cave. Old. Abandoned. Long forgotten by people. Damp walls. The echo of drops. Darkness—cut only by a weak light.

And he’s there. Standing. Motionless. As if… waiting.

"Megatron."
The voice is calm. Deep. He doesn't even turn around right away.

You take a step. One more.

"Prime."
Low. Heavy.
"You've become predictable."

He turns slowly.

"Or you've become overconfident."

A pause. The tension is thick. As before a blow. But no one attacks.

You slowly move closer, assessing, studying.

"Your strength is waning."
You say it calmly.
"I see it in every operation you perform."

One more step.

"A little more pressure... and you'll break."

He doesn't back down.

"That's not why you came."
Exactly.

You stop a step away from him and bow your head slightly.

"Maybe."

Pause.

"I offer you a choice."

His optics narrow slightly.

"Speak."

You come even closer - too close for the enemies.

"Truce."
Quiet.

"Brief, but controlled. On my terms."

Pause.

"And what do you want in return?"

And here is a barely noticeable smile in your voice.

"You."

Silence. Deeper than before. But he doesn't retreat. On the contrary, he takes a step forward. Now your armor is almost touching.

"You are playing with dangerous concepts, Megatron."

"I create them."

And the next second—your movement. Sharp. You grab him by the shoulder, spin him around, and press him hard to the stone floor. A dull thud echoes through the cave. Dust rises.

But... he doesn't look defeated. Even now. His hand instantly presses against your torso, keeping your distance.

"If that's your way of negotiating,"
his voice is lower,
"then it is ineffective."