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a bit of further back story concenring the fate of Alita 1

The event was Operation Deadbolt, a massive Autobot attack on a secret munitions plant. Nine strike teams were involved, all coordinated by Elita-1 and her squad back at the command center. But the Decepticons struck first with a decapitating blow, a missile barrage had leveled the base as the mission started, and those within were presumedto have been long dead. Prime did not learn otherwise until five million years later. In reality, the females were saved by Alpha Trion, the enigmatic Autobot inventor.

He had healed thier broken wounded bodies and in time their minds as well he had rebuilt them, trained them, and equipped them with new abilities Then, using their abilities and the inherent agility of their female forms, they became an elite commando team, a secret kept from enemies and allies, fighting the Decepticons from the shadows. Elita and Optimus were finally reunited a few years ago, when a crisis forced Alpha Trion to reveal his gambit to the Autobots.

elita and her team , in a desperate attempt to replenish their dangerously low energon supply had attacked shockwave's command citadel, shockwave had allowed them to escape in order to track them to their hidden base, he then used reinforcements from earth and captured alita one. megatron playing true to form used her as a bargaining chip to force prime into surrenderring.

prime called his bluff and megatron was only too pleased to show him the truth. prime did a double take as his facial features went from shock to relief at seeing her alive to out right horror at seeing his beloved held prisoner by shockwave. in a fit of rage prime went on a solo mission to save her but was captured himself by shockwave. To save her lover from death alita one had used her special power to freeze time temporarily but doing so had put her in death's doorway in prime's place.

To save her life prime searched for alpha trion as he was the only one who could possibly save her now. But their reunion was far too brief. And afterwards, Alpha Trion, for his own reasons, continued to keep the females isolated from the Autobots. Unable to reach her, Prime had bided his time, patiently waiting for a better moment to rebuild their former relationship. This realization burned him with a flood of questions.

Why had I decided to wait?

Why did I let the females remain hidden?

Why didn't I question or challenge Alpha Trion's actions?

Why did I so easily accept the status quo?

Why, with the resources and authority at my command, didn't I do more?

Perhaps, Prime considered ruefully, I was too used to believing she was dead.

He had grieved for Elita in the wake of Operation Deadbolt, and for the longest time, was not certain if he would ever accept her death nor did he know if he could truly go on without her in life.

she had been his stregth in life, his very reason for being and existing. she had given him the strength to go on fighting for their beliefs when the war would rage at its darkest and bloodiest of times. But the burdens of war refused to relent, and they had finally forced him to lay her memories to rest. He realized then that she must have had a similar experience. In ironic parallel, the crash of the Ark and the disappearance of its crew must have convinced Elita-1 that Prime was dead. And her response must have mirrored his own.

driven by duty, she would have had to accept his death and continued with her own life. Thus their mutual silence. After an absence of four million years, neither one was truly ready for the other. Instead, they both decided to wait -- for a better time, a quieter time -- before trying to find each other again. But that day would never be a reality.

Roughly ten years ago something happened to Optimus that hit him so hard in such a way that he would never be able to forget this event which would be burned into his mind, into his very soul forever. this was something that would change him over the years Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots, was alone in his private quarters, receiving a personal transmission from Cybertron.

The message was delivered without any preamble. "Elita-1 is dead." Prime gaped. Hesitantly, he echoed, "...dead?" there was barely any breath for him to form the words. It was as if someone had just took a full swing of the baseball bat and swung it right into his gut. The image on the display, a frail-looking robot in red and violet, soberly nodded. "But ... how?" Alpha Trion glanced away before answering.

"She was leading a team on a mission to raid the Decepticon citadel in Effore. The Decepticons there have invented a new magnetic plasma cannon, and we needed the plans, both to discover its weaknesses and to build our own. "They were spotted on the way out. Elita ordered the others to escape while she stayed to distract the Decepticons. But Megatron had greater numbers, and they finally had her injured and cornered. Rather than risk being captured and ... 'interrogated,' she threw herself into a smelting pool." Prime's optics widened.

"A smel-- ...so there's ... there is no body?" "No. We learned all of this by intercepting Megatron's final report. I see no reason not to believe it." A stifling silence filled the room. Eventually, in a husky whisper, Prime said, "Thank you."

"There's one more thing," Alpha Trion quickly added. "We found a sealed box among Elita's personal possessions. It had a note attached to it, instructing us to deliver it to you upon her death." Prime hissed softly. "I see." A pause. "I shall send someone to retrieve it."

"Good. Tell your courier to go to the ruins of my first shop. I'll meet him there." With a nod, Prime said again, "Thank you." Alpha Trion hesitated then, as if searching for more to say. But he did not find it, and an instant later, the screen blinked to black.

Prime slumped into his chair, unable and unwilling to do anything but absorb the news. He remained still for several minutes, making neither sound nor movement, a hauntingly immobile golem of red and blue then for the first time in 4 million years optimus grieved for the death of his beloved , the tears came and he could do nothing but cover his face and cry, though the fluid his optics secreted existed primarily for cleansing purposes it made his emotions no less real.

he cried till he could grieve no more. and then he rose to his feet, clenched his fists, spread his muscular arms, raised his anguished face to the ceiling and screamed a deafening soul shattering scream that came from the very grief ridden depths of his spark.

it wa a primal agony torn from that individual bit of pulsating life spark that gave each cybertronian the very breath of life itself . it was the most horible thing any living being who cherished peace , love and life could ever dread to hear and the autobot leader recognized that awful sound for what it truly was. the sound of a soul dying.

gone was his tactical savvy and keen intellectual mind for tactical combat planning right now he was nothing more then unbound incoherent rage he screamed, he kept on and he couldn't stop as his scream became a shreik and then it continued to become louder courser and deeper still as it became a ferociouse greif ridden howl of dispair as it became even more feral in its existance his vocorder straining, the thick armored plates arond his neck bulging and warping like knotted leather . then it escalated up the scale to a full on war cry of pure undiluted fury.

his entire body froze up on him in midscream as every muscle cable throughout his entire body suddenly convulsed and spasmed as his muscles locked up on him making his arms, legs and back grow taught , he arched his back outward his hands clawed and raked the air as he pulled his arms in towards his chest as though he were trying to pull the very heavens themself down to him through sheer force of will as his scream shook the very room itself to its foundations.

having balled his hands into fists,with his arms spasming and the musle cabless straining to the breaking point he punctures the underside of his palms through with his fingers as preciouse life sustaining energon begins to bleed through from the inside of his palms. so great is his grief right now that he is not willing to live his life a single moment longer, that he wants only one thing and that is to end his suffering in life and to be reunited with his beloved if only in death itself.

this time their was no way for him to come to terms with her death. prime gave in to his anger at himself for failing to protect her, at megatron for being so underhanded and low and at him self again for believing that megatron could have ever had any sense of honor or decency in his life after all they hade been through over the years working together time and again when circumstances made it neccesary for them to work as a team to preserve their people's mutual coexistence in life. they had learned to trust each other's actions. to understand and even see one another for the true person they each were behind the mask and outside the burdensome role of leadership. they had developed a great deal of respect for a one another and time and again had even trusted each other with their very lives even.

for megatron to have gone that low right now. he might as well have cut prime off at the knees and ripped out his spark while doing so. prime wanted nothing more then to end his own life with a well placed laser blast to his very spark. he kneeled on the floor as he reached for his rifle with his left hand. then he willed his chest cavity open. his armored chest assembly split cleanly down the middle folding out to the sides exposing the matrix annex that covered his lasercore. he willed that to fold out as well. then steadying his hands he aimed his rifle at his spark his hands tensed around the trigger trembling as he attempted to kill himself , and he could not.

his honor and his beliefs would not allow such a thing. he had saw himself as a gaurdian in life. a peacekeeper, a man who would give his life for his friends and family in a heart beat without a second thought if need be. an autobot at heart in the truest sense of the word. as such it was his sworn duty in life to defend the beliefs of honor, life and freedom . over time on earth he had come to see that as being all to similer to the honor bound knight of old. to die by ones own hand would be a damning act indeed by his or the nights code of honor. one great enough to damn him to an eternity in the inferno. it would end his suffering in life but it would not reunite him with his beloved though.

he forced his chest to close up seamlessly. he swung his rifle at the computer banks, the radar, the radio, all the other consoles, he pulled the trigger , shuddered from the recoil, and blew it all to pieces consoles exploded, computers disintigrated, radar screens erupted. in rage he threw his weapon to the ground with such force the casing cracked in 2. instead he took out his anger on the walls. he started pounding them relentlessly with his fists. as he poured out his rage, his hate, his anger into pummeling the walls with his fists until they bled energon through the variouse wounds prime had inflicted on himself.

then feeling all numb inside he fell to his knees as he placed his hands flat against the wall to support his upper body while his body attempted to initiate repairs and heal itself of the self inflicted wounds. prime in his grieving did not notice as the door to his chamber chimed open.

"optimus." said ironhide "i've completed my rounds of the base sir" spoke primes right hand man as he walked in to report to his leader. "were secure so far as the base and outlying defense perimeter are- prime what happened? asked the large grey and red transformer as he ran over to his commander placeing his right hand on primes shoulder,

" optimus talk to me" said ironhide as he took in the cracks and holes and dents in the walls. "how bad is it? a look of dread on his face said it all. "she's..... gone ironhide" prime chocked out as the tears and the shakes began all over for him. "she's gone, and there was nothing i could do to save her. i.."i should have been there to protect her, to keep her safe i should have taken her and her team back to earth where they would have had a better chance in this war.

"oh primus" said iron hide realising that his friend had tried to replace his emotional pain with physical pain instead. He already knew what happened last time this had come to pass. when he had lost Alita to death that first time he simply was not able to come to terms with her death. Then, late one night in a moment of severe depression and desperation he had reflexively severed the main arterieal veins in each of his wrists that trailed through his arms into his chest and to his energon pump. if it had not been for ironhide making his rounds at the time and his calling rachet every name in the book as he screamed for the medic to get his skidplate over to the main command chamber prime would have been a goner for sure

"prime are you going to be okay?, should i call in rachet and first aid? "no my friend this pain goes far deeper then anything physically possible, this terible pain is in my spark as well as my mind and body. "please ironhide just... give me some time alone. send cosmos to cybertron. alpah trion has a package from her, have him deliver it to me my friend. ironhide looked into his friends soft blue fluid stained optics scared of what he might do to himself. i cant talk him out of it theres just no way i could thought ironhide to himself but with teletran 1 monitoring him he should be safe for the time being.

"All right prime i'll leave you be for now but im taking your laser cannon with me just in case" said ironhide as he picked up primes weapon and walked out throught the door way.

"Primus help us all if he cant shake this man" thought ironhide to himself. In a way megatron had won, the death of Alita 1 would do the one thing to pime he never could do to him. it destroyed him as a man. only time would tell if prime would ever recover from this incident. life went on as usual in the base. wheeljack making the new discovery in his lab, the lambo twins taking verbal potshots at eachother and rachet checking over his comrades for repairs through out the day. time passed and surprisingly there was no news of a decepticon attack at all perhaps it was coincidense or perhaps the decepticon commander had a heart in a way who's to say?

evening came and with it the coming night as well. Cosmos had returned from Cybertron just fifteen minutes ago. He had not asked any embarrassing questions about the package or its contents, for which Prime was grateful. Leadership left almost no room for privacy, and he had learned to cherish what preciouse little he had. He had made sure he would not be disturbed tonight.

Metal fingers ran slowly over the box, delicately tracing the edges of the caldonite seal, still intact. The half moon gave a ruddy amber glow to the woods, which seemed appropriate somehow. Prime studied the box with a false indifference, examining it haphazardly as he memorized every detail. There was little to note -- aside from a coat of red paint, the box was featureless -- but he took his time. Finally, he stopped. Prime pressed his thumb firmly on the seal.

It dissolved almost immediately, leaving only a thin crust around the border to indicate where it had been. The lid popped with an almost-inaudible click.With a steadiness that surprised himself, Prime opened the box and gingerly reached inside. The tiara glittered innocently in the darkness.

Small and unassertive, its beauty came not from overloaded gaudiness, but from the subtle whispering of its arrangement, a confident ordering of crystals and diamonds. It drew the dull moonlight into its multifaceted beauty, then released it in a purifying glimmer. Prime recognized it immediately. It was his first gift to Elita, her favorite piece of jewelry, from a time now long gone. Reluctantly, he placed it on the ground, then looked inside the box again. A small, dull sheet of foil was all that remained. He took it gently, surprised when it proved stronger than it looked. On it was a message:

Optimus, If you're reading this, I must be gone. I cannot describe how much I missed you, but I had wanted so much for a chance to try. Even so, I believe that you already know how I feel, and I will take that joy with me to whatever lies beyond. Remember me, Elita The note and the tiara were tenderly returned to the box. Holding it in one hand, Optimus Prime, warrior and veteran, protector and sage, Leader of the Autobots, turned his gaze to the stars above... ...and remembered.

this is an alternate set of lyrics i've come up with for the song total surrender by stan bush here is a youtube link to the song with its original lyrics.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oeUfotDKgZM i figure since the song has a good beat and tragic kind of vibe and rthym going for it with a decent rewrite lyrics wise it could just as easily be made into a song of grief tragedy and loss

it pretty much sums up primes life as a sort of tragic song.

do you remember when we were young. our life together had just begun he came and set our world on fire he wanted nothing but grief and power

i saw our world burning in his eyes my holding back was compromised when he killed you it broke my heart i lost control and i went too far.

what i wouldn't give just to hold you in my arms again. now i can only imagine our own world that could have been

its the total surrender of my heart and theres no turning back right now total surrender from the start. total surrender total surrender

i lost my innocence since you died while his war has taken so many lives i struggle with darkness through out my life i'm desperate to find strength in the light

i gave in of my own free will and juts for a moment time stood still i gather my courage to struggle on the war's at its darkest before the dawn

you were the greatest person in my life right then you were also my lover and my very best of friend the total surrender of my heart now theres no turning back right now total surrender from the start.

total surrender

total surrender of my heart there is no turning back right now total surrender

i give my life now in the end to avenge the death of my friend. i used all my strength my life is done i know with his death the war is won i have found my true peace at last by defending the beliefs of the past i know in my heart that they will live on in the hearts and the souls of those yet to come

so now at long last i can hold you in my arms agian. were together forever in our own wourld that could have been

its the total surrender of my heart theres no looking back right now total surrender from the start no theres no holding back right now total surrender of the heart. oh theres no holding back right now total surrender total surrender