![]() "I have not," answered the Prime to his friend. Ratchet approached the Prime and with a low voice he asked, "have you found any sign of her?" Optimus froze for a moment, thinking about his beloved mate. In case the ship was a threat, the group would fight, but if it were to be a friend they would all welcome the newcomers to their beloved planet and attend them in case of any medical attention needed. Optimus prepared a team, Ironhide, Bumblebee and Ratchet included, to greet the ship at its arrival. Unfortunately, the image of the ship wasn't clear, and the bots were left wondering if it was Autobot or Decepticon. A huge ship coming straight to Cybertron. "That," Ironhide turned to face the Prime, "is the problem."Īfter analyzing the radar before him, Optimus and Ironhide came to be conclusion that what they were seeing was a ship. "What is that?," Asked Optimus as he pointed at the strange light on the screen. Optimus made his way to his friend and said, "I have arrived." Ironhide, having a similar voice to the Prime, greeted him and turned back to the screen showing a radar and a strange light. The room was filled with computers, random beeping machines, radars, mechs working on the machines and of course a gigantic screen at the far end of the room. In less than two minutes Optimus was standing next to Ironhide. You have to see this," there was a hint of worry in the red mech's tone. ![]() "Those are two different things" answered the Prime. It seems to be a Ship but we can't communicate with them." Ironhide explained to the Prime. Optimus snapped out of his thoughts and answered, "What seems to be the problem?" "Prime! We have a problem!" Shouted Ironhide through the comm link. According to them, the first ship would be arriving soon. Thankfully, his colleagues had received word from refuges close to Cybertron. He wondered if his relatives and closets friends had made it out of Cybertron before being captured or killed. His only worries were the arrival of cybertronians that had to evacuate Cybertron when the war began. The war was finally over and the Prime was more than relieved. The sun was setting giving the sky a pink-purplish glow. Optimus sat on the balcony of his home, staring blankly at the horizon.
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