"May the Matrix protect your Spark for all eternity." Tigatron said.
"Uh, just in case you don't come back... can I have your quarters?" Rattrap requested.
"So that you'd fill it with garbage? No way, rat." Silverbolt refused.
"No. Whatever happens out there, I want you to know that you're the finest crew I've ever served with." Prime said fatefully.
"Do you Maximals always talk such slop?" Blackarachnia asked irately. She was suddenly knocked out by Airazor's fist to her face.
Arcee chuckled. Same with Megatron, though slightly.
"Ha! You got it, Airazor! Teaching that bug when to shut her trap!" Warpath cheered.
"Yeah!" Air Raid agreed.
"My sentiments exactly." agreed Rattrap sardonically.
"On that I agree, Rattrap." Arcee said aloud.
They looked solemnly as Primal closed the modified stasis pod and flew out of the Axalon, right into outer space to meet the alien doomsday weapon head on.
The Autobots looked silently as they saw Primal depart to outer space.
"Good luck, Primal. And may Primus protect you." Prime solemly said.
In the Darksyde, the Predacons were monitoring the Axalon...
"By the Pit! The command codes had been changed! Optimus is flying the ship! How delicious, yess!" Megatron hammed.
"Something tells me he'll capitalize on annihilating the Maximals when their leader is gone." Dreadwing stated.
"Didn't we when Prime was gone for a while in the Skalav Theater?" Skyquake pointed out.
Barricade, Breakdown and Brawl had a mirth of nostalgia remembering the Auto-buckets they've trashed in the Skalav Theater.
"I suppose you've had fun in the Skalav Wastelands, Brawl?" asked Onslaught.
"A lot of fun, Onslaught. I'd be glad to repeat it again and again!" piped up Brawl.
"Yes, sure you do..."
In the command center of the Axalon...
"Come on, come on..." Cheetor muttered. Once the computer spotted Primal. "Got it! There's BigBot!"
"How'd you get he signal behind the shields?" Airazor asked.
"I opened a hole big enough for a spectrum pulse. Rhinox showed me how... I wish he was here..." Cheetor answered then muttered.
[Pod ship will close with objective in 15.7 cycles.]
"Optimus..." Rhinox blurted while recovering inside the CR chamber.
"Scrap! Primal's losing time!" commented Jetfire.
Primal flew the ship towards the alien weapon through it's ray of solar energy scorching the planet, while pressing in commands.
"Nearly there... and no signs of any defense yet." Primal commented, surprised how the aliens didn't even have any static defesnses to hold him off.
In the interior of the Axalon... as Primal is nearly by proximity...
"He's closing in!" Cheetor then asked "Computer, how much time?"
[Planetary destruction in 5.3 cycles.]
"Flakkin' scrap! Time's running short!" commented Jetfire.
"Come on Primal! Pick up the pace!" cheered Warpath.
"Oh man! Leave it to the monkey to take it to the wire!" Rattrap commented.
[Alien construct in range.] the ship's computer announced. Primal then ordered "Let's do it.. Commence ignition sequence.
[Commencing Ignition in 60 nano-kliks.]
"Prepare to blow pod hatch." Primal gave off next.
[Unable to comply. Our hatch is magna-sealed.]
"That's impossible!" Primal protested.
"Megatron..." Prime cursed... "what have you done..."
"Oh, I assure you it is not." Megatron hailed Primal.
"Megatron?" Primal asked.
"Ironic, isn't it... Both of us hitting upon the same plan to destroy the alien machine. Unfortunately, in my version the pilot goes down... or should I say 'up' with the ship."
The Maximals realized something went wrong when Primal's signature remained in the ship.
"He's almost inside the alien structure, why doesn't he ditch?"
"Oh, come on, Fearless Leader! Get it in gear!"
"Too late." Blackarachnia commented. "Goodbye, Optimus!" she cackled wickedly her optics glowing green.
"YOU BACKSTABBING PIECE OF SCRAP!" Warpath cursed.
Arcee was angry.
The Autobots were furious. Blackarachnia had taken the entire Maximals for fools.
As the ship draws nearer to the alien weapon....
"Oh, you Optimuses do love to sacrifice yourselves, don't you...Unfortunately this time your foolishness will destroy you AND your Maximals. The Beast Wars are over, Optimus. You loose." Megatron taunted before he cuts off communications with Primal laughing wickedly.
The Autobots could not feel more than hatred at the future Megatron for orchestrating this so that he may have a chance to win. Not their Megatron though, yet still fear ran cold in their Sparks, showcasing that Primal has been doomed.
Starscream smirked.
Realizing that Megatron had sealed off the locks through Blackarachnia, Primal tried to pound his hands against the glass to get out of the ship, but it availed him none. As it seemed like his fate was sealed.
"NO!!!" Prime yelled.
[10,9,8,7,6,5...]
"MEGATRONNNNNN!" Primal cursed as the computer counted down.
[4,3,2,1,0...]
As it neared the alien's weapon core, the ship exploded, the chain reaction destroyed the alien weapon as well in a cataclysmic explosion that stopped the alien ray. Trillions of alien piece and scrap was left off as the remains of the explosion.
The Orb deactivated soon after. Leaving the Audience in dead silence as they were shocked.
"Is... Optimus Primal... gone?" Bumblebee asked.
"Hh-h-h-he can't be gone! Right?" Warpath tried to protest.
"If he is gone, then he may be one with the Allspark..." Ratchet solemnly spoke...
"Omega Scion... are there more to come? Surely there should be more to the future than Primal's demise." Megatron asked.
"There are more, but I will need six months to make it so. In the meantime, you may leave me now."
Everyone departed, silently, never to say a word to break the silence.
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