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Summary: Optimus' musings after
the war
Rating PG
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IN PEACE
The war is over, at long last, after over nine million years of
gruelling fighting, it’s finally over. I
wipe tears from my face. It’s finally
over. Over. I take a deep breath of crisp air, although I
don’t need to, I find it relaxes me. Our
people are at peace, living in harmony with one and other at long, long
last. Too long. Some of my people remember nothing but war
and this will be a new beginning for them, a new life. Peace is a dream I have had since I was Orion
Pax.
I tried to save Megatron, but he died for peace, perhaps he wasn’t as
evil as I believed he was.
Where am I? Do you really want to
know?
Somewhere beautiful where I can be at peace, by myself
to gather my thoughts. A planet much like Earth in its prehistoric phase, untouched by the
troubles and horrors of war.
A place I have dreamed of where I can
finally relax, think, contemplate, mediate.
Alone. In silence. In peace.
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